The cheek raiser was close to the luxurious stone table to blow the card, and his right hand also dialed the phone to report his son's safety Less than three days later, the middle-aged man with extraordinary style stopped from the stone slope. It's not that he lost six or seven figures, he just wanted to see the sea, and the aimless walk along the stone fence promenade was to enjoy this clean, beautiful beach that didn't belong to him before going home.

The short and thick palm of the hand is fanned over the right side of the face. The bridge of the hooked nose is inserted in the middle of the face that is slightly lowered by gravity, which is quite okay, thirty or forty million earned, and countless little san'er shuttles by, only leaving a trace of corruption on this face trembling without trembling. With a debt of almost 28 million on his body, the man still slept soundly for nine hours before going downstairs to deal with dinner, and freshened up, but a bloody mouth appeared on his right jaw beard, and his eyes glanced at the hand he used to pinch cards: "'Oh, don't fly this card?'" 'Innocent and eye-catching, why didn't you let Principal Hong's plane scrape the sea? It's like losing to the new Bojing hand."

In the whimpering wind in the distance, the dark clouds on the horizon are thick and thick, like ink paintings, which are distinct and slowly moving, engulfing the Big Dipper that gradually rises. The slight breeze and the long drizzle are light and heavy, as if the curtain is lifted by the wind, and the hazy and deep eyes under the fog stare at the little rain and pour it back, and in a trance, I also go to the source step by step with the wind, step by step, until the source of fear...... Suddenly I thought of my son asking in a daze before going to bed

"Dad, do you count sheep or stars when you can't sleep?" The man smiled faintly, "Count the mistakes in my life."

At 6:00 a.m. on September 14, 1961, I had just moved to the Haizihu Central Rest Home. Fan Chenmu, the executive member of the joint director, picked up the promotion gift from Qiaolian Telephone and Telegraph Company on time - a pure gold telephone, and called the CEOs of various departments of the group and the directors of the company, and such an important signal was just a low sentence: "Do you hear clearly, the first spokesman of the Lushan Club has run." ”

The secretary listened to the trotting report.

"Xia Yubai? Isn't the opening speech Xia Yubai, the legal department is running? The old president, who had been working for more than ten years, was unclear about such an obscure communication, so he called Qiu Hong, who had just been promoted to deputy minister of equipment support, "This uh... Do you know, who ran away? "My friend is also very funny, and he has been talking for a long time.

"Well, this, who did you say ran away?" "The first person to speak at the Lushan meeting ran away." Qiu Hong was stunned and said: "Yes, the first person to speak in the Lushan Society, ran away." Just repeat one sentence and hang up.

"Jingle bell!" Mr. Xian shook his head lightly and turned around for a moment

The hurried tone in the microphone made him suddenly wake up - "Damn, what are you running, it's a dead person."

On September 15, in the backyard of the United Dawu Group branch in Baijun, outside the wooden door of Room No. 6 on the top floor of the second staff family building, the teenager who was holding the newspaper slapped for a long time, and the body close to the side cabinet gradually relaxed, and the hard index finger released the trigger. On the sofa in the living room, 16-year-old Bo Yanyan cocked Erlang's legs: "Don't mention the long white hair, it's constipation, you really should have a good rest, you have a letter." ”

"What? Why didn't you refuse to sign, I don't live here on the surface. Bo Lao unfolded the envelope and said to himself: "Although I am not afraid of checking with a breeze on my sleeves, it is better not to check it if I can not check it." The son took the letter and spread his hand.

"They're leaving early, I'm just downstairs, huh? Summoned by the National Security Bureau... They investigate you for crimes against social security? Bo Lao lay helplessly on the sofa, "I will rot in this room, in this mattress tomb." It's like Heine in the city of Paris. ”

"But you're not sick, Dad." "That's like Raskolnikov at Fort St. Peter."

"You are not guilty." - "I can't think about it properly, I can only make inappropriate comparisons and distort metaphors. "I really don't know what's wrong with you, I'm going to listen to my sister's study."

At night, the highway is dark under the vast mountains, and the high beams of one car after another shine.

"You know, I can help with some things, don't you, Madame Bo."

"Oh, I've been taking care of this place for years and have my own system." Bo Lao's expression agreed, "That's good, but every system can be improved." ”

The well-dressed young man said to his parents at the dinner table: Go out for your birthday. The Lincoln convertible drove through the business district until it turned off in front of the villa on the slope of Lake Avenue in Kashire. Lighting a cigarette and taking a deep breath, he got out of the car with the co-pilot's black leather bag, and slowly let him go through the electric iron door after being searched in a black dress.

Bo Yanyan unbuttoned his coat and loosened his tie and exhaled deeply, and walked through the wooden cabinet elevator that was similar to a conveyor belt on the station, walked through the underground with the sound of "bang-la-la" banknotes, and walked into the cold-air perfume mixed with the smell of the casino.

A guest room delivery trolley is placed on the side, and a bowl of noodles and vegetables is placed on the glass countertop. A head drooped on the bowl, and when he opened his mouth, he dragged noodles into his mouth, he smiled at the young man who came slowly, and the corners of Bo Yanyan's mouth twitched and thought: Why is this guy so uneating? The mouth rested on the edge of the bowl, and the noodles were pumped directly from the bowl to the throat, and seeing that the young man was silent, he dragged the noodles and changed them to drag the vegetables. The hateful thing about Cantonese cuisine is that the vegetables have never been cut off, so the fat head and big ears are bad to eat, and the sight and hearing are polluted. And this "hulahula" oil and saliva sound did not disturb the comer to push the chips and silently chanted: start again, for the last time.

At 5:50 a.m., the weather was cool. He shuddered and tightened his tie, walked into the room with a newspaper that he had prepared the day before yesterday, unfolded the first page and put it on the table and pointed to a large red headline: "Dad, look at this." The Chinese Symphony "My Motherland" will be performed in Baijun, subtitled: The famous composer and conductor will lead the Chinese Capital Symphony Orchestra to visit and perform.

"I have to go to the market." Said as he looked at it word by word with a magnifying glass.

"Cheng, then I'll buy a ticket." I didn't see food for nearly twenty hours before I felt hungry. Plug in the car keys and drive to the Amazon Music Theater, buy two tickets for the evening performance on August 30 and get on the bus, Bo Yanyan thought about it again, and maybe he still needs to keep a low profile, so he changed to a ticket for an economy seat on the side of the first floor.

I haven't taken the initiative to touch the doorknob for a year, and when I freshen up and dress and walk out of the company, I feel a kind of relief in my heart to break free from the oppression.

The warm August sun in Kashiwa is getting darker and darker, with a gust of wind and a few clouds drifting away. On the main road around the lake, the young man drove for a ride, and when he waited for the signal light, he said coldly: "I hate them." "Bo Lao, who enjoys a wide field of vision, smokes comfortably," I hate to talk about. ”

The palatial Grand Theatre is lit up at the beginning of the day, and the surrounding area is faintly condensed into dove-gray twilight. Thousands of seats were absent compared to the first performance, high-level dignitaries and the media. The ups and downs of the music drove people's feelings for the times to flow, and the moans and shouts, praises and struggles developed, matured, precipitated and grew in this song spawned by the new international pattern, and won warm applause from the audience as soon as it opened.

The two of them walked out of the gate of the opera house after the crowd, the old man walked like a fly, walked a few steps and just got down the steps, not counting the crowd, they heard a dull voice, followed by another sound, but the people around him did not react to what happened. Only Bo Lao's expression was calm and looked at the large floor-to-ceiling glass window of the high-rise building across the road in front of him, and suddenly felt that the memories were like a biting wind, piercing through the chamber——— at 22:40 at midnight on September 11, wearing a white suit given by the big brother, a six-seater Cadillac sedan had been waiting at the door of the villa for a long time.

The bodyguard led the way up to Haizi Lake in P City and walked through the newly renovated courtyard by the lake. Bo Lao smashed it and smashed his mouth and said dissatisfiedly: "These people are too, there is no stability in the world, and the pleasure of recognizing the wrong direction is reversed." The bald old man by the window, dressed in a robe, lay back on the mahogany sofa.

Looking at the old friend with black hair coming over, he said enviously: "Yan Yan is a charming young man, he doesn't smoke or drink, and he is not a vegetarian, so it is very good to send him to Baijun to grow up." "Stepping on the carpet with bare feet and listening quietly, Bo Lao pulled open and waved the thick curtain.

"But the situation is not good, sit down and talk." The old man raised his hand and patted the rocking chair. Bo Lao sat with his trouser leg and said casually: "He is still young." ”

"Age is no excuse, if only I lived to see the top with you." Holding the palm of the thin old arm, "I am willing to buy a small country in exchange for 20 years of life." The corners of his mouth smiled: "Okay, I'll wait for the banquet early, do you still think you're immortal, boss?" ”

"Don't choose a gun, do a task to take the land, in our era, you declared war for a woman domineering, I didn't think that we both fell into a hurry to escape, who knows that people without guns, beards are not presentable, and the sides of the corners are thin and soft, like... A comma for modern punctuation. That was the first time I felt lonely and sad in middle age. The simple and ordinary meeting became more than half a sentence, "Have you noticed that in the past two years, my speech has often not conveyed this lake." He suddenly felt that Big Brother was unpredictable.

"If I don't start to reorganize the guns, pens, knives, and money bags, I won't be able to improve my control."

"Why are you still the same as before. Reckless. ”

waved his hand and said: "Big brother, polite words are avoided, if you have any opinions, you might as well say it directly." "Prejudice, Chairman Bo has always had this prejudice these days." The old man waved his hand. "Think about Bo boy, then Bo Dong's ability is enough to judge Qiao Lian's situation, and his financial strength also supports Naber County to gamble?"

Bo Lao turned his head to look at him with a surprised expression: "They eat this?" ”

looked down at the bright red white suit on his stomach again, and said lightly: "It's really lifting me" The body couldn't support it. Bo Yanyan's brain was "buzzing", and the trance on his body that had not yet eased up broke out in a cold sweat, and he instinctively shouted: "Call an ambulance!" ”

The crowd was frightened, bullets were running from top to bottom to avoid vehicles and pedestrians on the street, apparently a pre-ambushed sniper. The young man rushed to his knees like crazy and hugged the old man who was shaking and kneeling, seeing the blood flowing red and staining his palms, Bo Yanyan instinctively cried hoarsely, "Ambulance! Why hasn't the ambulance come yet! Lying in his son's arms, he waved his hand slightly and said: "Ahem, puff, it's not anyone's thing, I'm just so virtuous." ”

On the hospital bed, Bo Lao had long forgotten in his dull breath that he had swallowed thousands of miles in the shopping mall.

"It's a bad situation. Be mentally prepared. He looked at the little son who bowed his head slightly beside the bed, and slowly hooked his fingers.

Old lady Bo's crutches knocked on the floor, and the bodyguards brought them to the door - "Let's just talk about it, what do you think about me dying of death?" ”

Bo Yanyan nodded, "I'm going to miss you." "Hehehe, ahem, fuck it anyway, I don't know how much you're worth if I don't leave an inheritance." Bo Lao looked at the ceiling with tired eyes, "Life will go on, go your own way, who wants to trample everyone under their feet?" It's hard to understand. "I'll do my best, and you can go with peace of mind."

Now that you are the head of the family, go back home. Life is not easy, there is no country, it depends on whether you have this luck.