The street lights are bright, and the wind is cold.

Along the way, the three brothers were very embarrassed, looking at Cheng Jianghai, who was silent, Wang Yangxun grinned and rubbed his bruised cheeks, muttering: "I'm playing with a ball now, I don't have a letter of praise or anything, how can I explain to my daughter-in-law when I go back!" ”

"Don't bother!"

Tan Jun was also upset for a while, turned his head and asked, "Jiang Hai, what's going on tonight, do you know that woman?" ”

Wang Yangxun came to his senses at this time: "Yes, look at your crazy appearance, it's too scary!" ”

Cheng Jianghai had a sullen face, looking preoccupied: "It's all in the past, don't ask, I'm very upset now!" ”

Seeing that the boss didn't have the slightest interest in talking, he was bored thinking about his thoughts, and the two looked at each other and kept silent in unison.

Returning to Jiuzi Lane, Cheng Jianghai tiptoed into the house. Afraid that his father would see the corners of his mouth bursting with blood, he didn't even dare to turn on the light.

I found the back room by feeling and saw that Cheng Jia'an was already sleeping peacefully, so I quietly returned to my room. Puzzled, lying straight on the bed, staring straight at the ceiling, the picture of the ignorant period of the boy once again appeared in his mind.

The scenes that followed Bao Xiaoqi like a shadow suddenly yesterday, with sweetness, immaturity, sunshine, and sadness, I can't tell what the specific taste is.

"She's dressed like that, you can't see what she's doing? She is also a frequent visitor to our police station...... She's not a serious girl, and you'll have less to do with her in the future...... You've learned the hard way, you know! ”

Li Dongming's admonition resounded in his ears.

Yes, there is no bitter lesson, where is the heart-wrenching sorrow.

What about Bao Xiaoqi? Has she ever had such an experience?

Who is the initiator of the trace? Is it herself? Or is it the stubborn self that caused the destruction of the family......

Recalling the past and asking about his heart, a deep sense of guilt and regret surged into Cheng Jianghai's heart, making him unable to calm down for a long time......

The next day, Cheng Jianghai came to the door of the video hall again. Zhu Sanxun and the others are still detained in the police station, so they don't have to worry about encountering them again.

I just don't know what I'm thinking, or what I'm looking forward to, or what I'm trying to redeem.

In short, his mind was chaotic, and all kinds of complicated thoughts revolved around the name that haunted him - Bao Xiaoqi.

But in front of the video hall, he didn't see Bao Xiaoqi's figure, only a strange girl dressed extremely bewitching sat at the door, shaking Erlang's legs boringly. Cheng Jianghai hesitated for a moment, and then stepped forward nervously.

The girl glanced at Cheng Jianghai with a frown, and said stiffly: "Watch the video, 5 yuan!" ”

Cheng Jianghai explained: "Well, I'm not here to watch the video! ”

The girl chewed gum without any image in her mouth, her cheeks kept agitating, she rolled her eyes and said, "Why are you running here without watching the video, really!" ”

Cheng Jianghai pursed his lips and asked patiently, "Can I ask, isn't Bao Xiaoqi selling tickets here?" She...... Is she absent? ”

The girl raised her eyelids and examined Cheng Jianghai, and asked with a grin, "What's the matter, is she a good match?" ”

"Oh, no, no, we're just former classmates!" Cheng Jianghai hurriedly explained.

"And!"

The girl pursed her lips and said with a look of disdain: "Who else should I be, classmate, she is not here!" ”

Cheng Jianghai hurriedly asked, "Then do you know where she went?" ”

As if she was annoyed by the question, the girl rolled her eyes and said in a weird manner: "Damn, I'm not her mother, how do I know which man's bed she went to!" ”

Listening to the girl's rogue tone, she casually poured dirty water on Bao Xiaoqi, Cheng Jianghai's heart gradually became angry, he frowned, and admonished: "Can you speak more civilly?" ”

The girl raised her neck reluctantly: "What's the matter?" If you don't want to listen to it, don't listen if you don't want to hear it! ”

"Bang bang".

Cheng Jianghai couldn't bear it anymore, his eyes widened, and he slammed his fist on the table, and the broken table immediately shook and fell apart, which scared the foul-language girl.

Seeing that the other party was not good, he was a master who was not easy to mess with, and snorted in horror: "Ah, you, what do you want to do?" ”

Cheng Jianghai glared angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "I just want to tell you, keep the inside of your mouth clean, don't insult others casually!" ”

The wicked have their own evil people to grind, and one is strong and the other is weak.

The girl didn't dare to be stronger anymore, shrunk her neck in fear, and responded with low eyebrows: "Oh, oh, yes...... I'm sorry big brother. ”

Cheng Jianghai glared at him viciously again, he really didn't bother to say anything more to this kind of street wandering woman, turned his head and left angrily.

On the southeast side of the Bell and Drum Tower, far away from the city center, many years have passed, and the municipal builders seem to have forgotten this area where the city's lowest civilians lived, which was where Bao Xiaoqi's ancestral house was located.

The low mud houses made of adobe bricks were crowded together, and the walls eroded by the wind and sand were even more pitted, like a lump of dough.

A foot of mud on a rainy day, a body of soil on a sunny day, a foul-smelling garbage heap, a ditch with flies and maggots, and a suffocating earthen toilet, just like the picture in the memory of Cheng Jianghai's youth, is still that bleak scene, compared with those high-rise buildings gradually rising in the city center, it is really a bit of a gap between the world and heaven.

There has never been much rain in the northwest, and this precarious house has not collapsed so far, which is also a miracle within a miracle.

Cheng Jianghai seemed to be unable to control his steps, and came here again in a trance, and Bao Xiaoqi's crisp childish voice sounded in his ears again.

"Cheng Jianghai, can you stand a little farther away from my house, what if my grandparents come out and see it?"

"Ah, it's crispy noodles, how do you know I like this? Well, it's delicious! Jianghai, you can eat it too......"

"Cheng Jianghai, will you come to pick me up tomorrow?"

"Cheng Jianghai, are you really ignoring me? Why? Why the hell is that......"

The scenes are like stories that happened yesterday, with the warmth of first love flowing with the greenness and sweetness, and the sadness full of farewell sorrow and indifference, which makes Cheng Jianghai laugh and sometimes sad.

At that moment, the illusion of a sudden separation from the world lingered in my heart, but I was no longer a teenager when I returned.

The question in Cheng Jianghai's heart was like a heavy piece of lead, pressing on the atrium, and it was so heavy that people couldn't breathe.

He wanted to ask clearly, to ask if the other party's sorrow along the way was due to himself!

also ask yourself, why is it still hard to forget that figure after so many years?

Perhaps the answer to the former has already guessed the clue, but the confusion of the latter is the most torturous.

The chance encounter, the silent past, which was as silent as ashes, was swept by a violent hurricane, and the spark was rekindled, and then spread infinitely, burning the dry heart, and he couldn't wait to know the final answer.

Otherwise, he will be burned through his internal organs by this nameless fire in his heart.

Looking for a clear and recognizable direction, he came to the memorable earthen house, and Cheng Jianghai's surging mood became indecisive again.

What did you say when you met?

How can I, who is not good at words, explain my abrupt return after many years.

At this moment, an indifferent voice came from behind him.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice was not loud, but Cheng Jianghai froze in place like a lightning strike, and his heart shook wildly for a long time, before he turned his head mechanically and with difficulty, drooping his head, but his eyes did not dare to look directly at the other party, his trembling lips were trembling, and he couldn't even finish his words at this moment: "I...... I'm coming, I'm here to see you! ”

"Huh!"

A self-mockery sounded coldly, seemingly with a thousand years of loneliness and frost, which made people sad and unbearable: "Look at me? Do you want to see how depressed I am? ”

Cheng Jianghai was anxious for a while, and he didn't know how to explain it. The man who didn't even dare to raise his head was a little contemptuous of himself. He looked up tremblingly, and the dreamy face finally came into view again.

At this moment, Bao Xiaoqi's hair fell down halfway, faintly covering her scarred cheeks, and there were still bursting blood on her lips and teeth. On the other cheek that was only exposed, the plain face appeared, and the snow-white and crystal skin was a little dreamy, a little sickly white, elegant and vulgar, and had a light and spiritual aura.

Without a trace of pink delicacy, the accumulated color of wind and dust has completely dissipated and disappeared, turning into a dignified and stable mature beauty.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are covered with thousand-year-old glaciers, and the biting chill is projected from the bright eyes of the autumn water, with a kind of indifference that rejects people, I don't know whether it is anger or sadness, but it makes people palpitate.

Cheng Jianghai couldn't help but feel a piercing heart, and under the gaze of the ice blade-like eyes, he was even more speechless: "No, I'm ...... I ......"

Bao Xiaoqi's cold words did not have the slightest emotional color: "Now you have seen it!" Let's go, don't bother me......"

After that, Bao Xiaoqi turned sideways around the process of Jianghai and walked forward indifferently, Cheng Jianghai said anxiously: "Xiaoqi, we ...... Can we say conversation? ”

Bao Xiaoqi stopped in place, her lonely figure with her back to Cheng Jianghai, but listening carefully, there was a tremor in her words that couldn't be concealed: "No, we have nothing to say......"

Cheng Jianghai cried out sadly: "Xiaoqi, you ......"

passed by, and immediately the back left.

Back in the dilapidated ancestral house, Bao Xiaoqi slammed the door, leaned her body against the door frame, couldn't hold back the bitterness in her heart anymore, covered her mouth tightly, tried to suppress her sobs, and slowly squatted down.

But what she didn't know was that Cheng Jianghai followed him to the door tremblingly, just a door away, and the heart-wrenching crying sound came into her ears, Cheng Jianghai's heart was like being hit hard by an iron fist, and the pain was so painful that it broke the bones and broke the heart......