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Song Yao got the address of Shang Chu’s house from the class monitor, walked around the golden seat a dozen times, and only found out after asking the old man on the side of the road that there was a town in the alley across a small street from the shopping mall. Nakamura.

As soon as he entered the alley, the navigation completely failed. The red dot showing the destination position on the electronic map kept flashing. After walking a few steps, he was prompted to say "You have deviated from the route, and the route has been re-planned for you." Planning to plan Going to plan a fucking wall——Song Yao looked at the slop bucket in front of him, and then at the stray cats rummaging through the trash next to him, feeling that he had come back here for the fourth time.

Song Yao thinks he has a good sense of direction, but he can't find a way out of this broken place even if he walks around. I didn't see anyone, did I really see a ghost?

He sighed, knelt down resignedly, and asked the stray cat, "Hey, do you know where Shang Chu lives?"

The kitten just took out half a moldy steamed bun from the garbage dump, thinking that the two-legged beast in front of it was going to compete with it for food, so it jumped up the wall with its tail on its tail, and fled lightly away.

"Damn," Song Yao saw that the cat was very familiar with this area, and said with emotion, "The twisted butt is quite noble."

He called Shang Chu just now, but Shang Chu didn't answer; he called Bai Aize, but Bai Aize didn't answer; he really didn't have any recruits, so he called the counselor and asked what happened to Shang Chu's volunteer, was it the school's private decision? It was tampered with by him, and he couldn't believe that Shang Chu would take the initiative to invite Ying to go to Xinyang. The instructor said that Shang Chu wanted to go back to his hometown to develop, and said he wanted to repay his hometown.

As soon as Song Yao heard it, he knew that this was pure fart. He said that he would be the Three Musketeers of the West City together, but he patted his ass and left to repay his hometown by himself, leaving behind all the shitty alleys. Come on.

Squatting on the ground and smoking a cigarette, Song Yao got up and decided to try his luck again. He turned a corner and found two people squatting under the wall in front of him. They were shaved and swinging their big arms. They looked like they lived here. residents.

Before Song Yao went up to ask for directions, the two of them walked towards him first. The shorter one didn't know if his face was cramped, and he smiled with one corner of his mouth crooked: "Dude, passing by? Do you understand the rules here? ? If you cross the road, you have to pay a little..."

"Jie Dao, right?" Song Yao understood as soon as he heard it, and the two brothers put their arms around the man's shoulders, "Understood, do you know Shang Chu? Do you know where his home is?"

He had a smile on his face, and when he exerted a little force with his fingers, his robbing face suddenly changed, he yelled out in pain, and turned his head to cry to the other tall man: "Brother Long, save, save, save... ...."

Brother Long's eyes were gloomy, wondering if it was written in today's almanac that it is not advisable to stop the road and ask for money, otherwise why would he encounter two difficult problems one after another, he turned his head and spat, and said, "Why are you looking for that kid too? "

Song Yao was taken aback: "Someone came to look for him just now?"

About two hours ago, a young and handsome Alpha broke into the alley of the village in the city. He was very well dressed and wore a brand of goods. He was obviously not from here.This Alpha seems to have a bad sense of direction. He ran like a headless chicken in the intertwined alleys. After running like this for a long time, it seemed that he was in a hurry to find someone.

The two brothers, Along and Ahu, like to pick this kind of person. They can tell at a glance that it is a rich boy, but for some reason, they always feel that this boy looks very familiar, as if they have seen him somewhere before.

"Brother, are you passing by?" According to the old routine, Ah Hu first went up to stop someone from reciting his lines, "There is a rule here, you have to..."

Bai Aize immediately recognized these two people. The first time he met Shang Chu was because he was robbed by these two people. He vaguely remembered hearing Shang Chu say that the two brothers were the grandsons of Grandma Zhang and lived in Shang Chu home upstairs.

He grabbed Ah Hu's arm and said in a deep voice, "Take me to Shang Chu's house."

"—Pay the toll first." Ah Hu finished the remaining half of the sentence, feeling that it was embarrassing for him to be grabbed by the arm by a little boy, and snorted viciously, "Looking for someone? Additional money, money, money Qian... Brother Long, help me!"

Bai Aize twisted his wrist with his backhand, Ahu let out a cry of pain, and Aaron on the other side cursed and threw his fist at him. Bai Aize kicked him in the chest, and immediately fell five meters away. Can't get up.

"Go to Shangchu's house," Bai Aize stared at Ahu with eagle-like sharp eyes, and strengthened his hand a bit, "immediately."

"Go, go, go right away, buddy, let go first," Ah Hu wanted to cry without tears, begging for mercy, "His house is right in front!"

"Here," Ah Hu raised his chin towards the dark corridor, "It's right here, the third floor."

Song Yao looked at the cramped and narrow stairs, the ground covered with moss and the mottled walls, and couldn't believe that this kind of house could still be lived in.As soon as he stepped up the steps, the cold air, like vines, jumped up from the ground immediately, wrapping his whole body tightly, and he couldn't help shivering.

It is clearly the hot summer, but it seems that another world has been separated here. The sunlight is cut into pieces by the aging wires everywhere, and the moisture accumulated over the years cannot be dried.

Ah Chu lives in this kind of place?

How can it be?How could Ah Chu live in such a place?

Song Yao frowned in disbelief. He was wearing a pair of new running shoes today, limited edition. He was afraid that the uppers would be stained with moss, so he turned on his mobile phone flashlight and walked up on tiptoes cautiously. The railing was wet and slippery when he put it on. He immediately stopped his hand and looked, his hands were stained reddish brown, and the smell of damp rust came to his nostrils. He couldn't help retching, and saw the second floor There was something nested at the base of the wall, and when he got closer, it turned out to be a dead mouse!

A few fat cockroaches were lying still, and countless flies and ants were crawling on the corpse of the mouse. It was lively, as if enjoying a delicious meal.

Except for the murder scenes shown in the textbooks, this is the first time Song Yao saw such a shocking scene with his own eyes. A sour feeling rose from his stomach. He covered his mouth and almost didn't spit it out, and he didn't care whether the shoes were dirty or not. He ran up to the third floor.Stepping up the stairs in two or three steps, before he could take a deep breath, Song Yao's footsteps suddenly stopped——

There was a person sitting in the corridor on the third floor.

The man had one leg stretched out, the other knee bent, his head bowed deeply, and his whole body was hidden in the darkness.

Hearing footsteps, he suddenly raised his head: "Ah Chu?!"

Song Yao was startled, and shone the flashlight on him: "Old Bai?"

Seeing Song Yao, Bai Aize's expression froze, then his lips gradually became a straight line, his eyes slowly lowered, and the back of his neck bent into a slumped arc again.

"Why are you sitting here?" Song Yao put the phone on the ground, the light from the flashlight seemed a little weak, and could only illuminate half of Bai Aize's body, "Where's Ah Chu?"

"On the train." Bai Aize said, his voice was as dry as a handful of gravel rubbed in his throat.

"Train?" Song Yao repeated lazily, then shook his head immediately and said, "Impossible, he just hid at home, he lied to you on purpose, he agreed to go to West City together, and whoever agrees not to go is a dog !"

As he spoke, he stood up, knocked on the door and shouted: "Shang Chu! Let me die! Hurry up!"

Bai Aize knocked on this door countless times, but it was always quiet inside, without any movement.

The dilapidated wooden door couldn't resist such tossing, the metal door lock made a "crack", Song Yao pulled it a few times with his hand, the broken lock was crooked, it was already crumbling, and it could be pulled off with a hard pull.

"Just kick it." Song Yao raised his foot and was about to kick the door.

"Don't." Bai Aize said suddenly.

"Go inside and take a look," Song Yao was sweating anxiously, fanning the wind with his palm, and said anxiously, "Fuck!"

Bai Aize raised his hand to support his forehead, leaned the back of his head against the wall, and whispered, "Don't go in."

He was afraid that there would be nothing after entering, and he was afraid of facing the fact that "Shang Chu is no longer by his side".

Song Yao was taken aback when he heard the sound, and turned his head to look at Bai Ai Ze. He just sat on the ground like this, and he didn't know how long he sat alone. His tired voice was hoarse, and his breathing was protracted and heavy.

"Get up first, don't sit still, it's so dirty." Song Yao straightened the door lock, stepped forward and pulled Bai Aize up from the ground, grabbed his arm, frowned, and exclaimed, "Fuck! Why is it so hot? I have a fever ?”

"It's okay," Bai Aize said, "Ah Yao, is there any water?"

Song Yao took out a bottle of mineral water from his backpack, Bai Aize unscrewed the bottle cap, then raised his head, poured the bottle directly on his face, finally felt better when the cold water splashed on his face.

After pouring a bottle of water, he lifted the hem of his jacket and wiped his face: "Has he contacted you?"

"No." Seeing his appearance, Song Yao could vaguely guess what happened, and said with a sigh, "After a while, he will also feel uncomfortable, give him some time."

Bai Aize closed his eyes in silence.

"Old Bai," Song Yao patted him on the shoulder, pretending to be relaxed, "I'm also angry, but he won't run away. He still owes us so much money. Where can he go? At worst, he will go to court. He, force him to come back to pay his debts..."

"Let's go." Bai Aize said suddenly.

Song Yao nodded: "I'll take you to the hospital."

"No need," Bai Aize said, "Just go to the Golden Seat."

Bai Aize burned very badly, his whole body was as hot as a stove, and knowing that he didn't know the way, Song Yao worried that he was alone, so he sent him to a shop called "Special" in Jinzuo Square.

Before leaving, Song Yao smiled at Bai Aize: "Old Bai, he will definitely come back, he likes you so much, even I can tell."

Bai Aize didn't know if he heard what he said, but he just turned his back for a moment, then raised his hand and shook him.

Bai Yu heard that Bai Aize had arrived in the store, he seemed to be still sick, so he immediately went to the lounge to look for him.

The curtains were closed tightly, and Bai Aize didn't even take off his shoes, lying on the sofa, covering his eyes with one arm, his chest heaving violently.

Bai Aize has always been upright as if he had been buckled off from a template. It was the first time Bai Yu saw his younger brother like this, and it seemed that all his strength had been taken out of his body.

He went up to touch Bai Ai Ze's forehead, then his expression sank, he took his arm and said, "Go to the hospital."

"I'll sleep for a while." Bai Aize squeezed out a few words from his chapped lips.

"See a doctor first, and then sleep when you come back." Bai Yu said.

"I want to sleep."

Bai Yu was taken aback by Bai Aize's unexpected stubbornness, he had hardly heard Bai Aize say "I think", his younger brother was an extremely self-controlled person, even in his childhood, he was rarely childish.

Bai Aize is not like other children, he never says what he wants to eat, what he wants to play, or what he wants to do, as if he doesn't need these childish preferences in his life.

Now he's 20 and he says he wants to sleep.

"Ai Ze, listen to brother, go to the hospital first."

Bai Yu's heart was sore, and he sighed silently, but Bai Aize was really burning, he tugged at Bai Aize's arm, and pulled Bai Aize's hand off his eyes, and then Bai Yu saw a pair of red eyes , Bai Aize's eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were protruding, as if he had been holding on to enduring great pain.

"What's wrong with you?" Bai Yu knelt down and stroked his drenched hair.

"Brother," Bai Aize's throat choked, and then he took a deep breath, clenching his fist and beating his chest, "I hurt."

It was already afternoon when we arrived in Xinyang, and Shang Chu didn’t have any special memories of this place. He was only in his early ten years when he left, so he couldn’t remember these things.

Not long after the mute died, Shang Lijun came back drunk one day and suddenly asked him to pack his things, saying that he was going to leave Xinyang. Shang Chu didn’t know why, and didn’t dare to ask why, so he stuffed a few clothes into a small backpack, and rummaged through I searched all over the house, but I couldn't find a picture of the mute.

Later, he rummaged under the bed, hoping to find something from his mother to take away, even a hair. Shang Lijun got impatient and came in and kicked him. His head hit the edge of the bed and knocked out a bag.

He got on the train with that bag on his back. Shang Lijun only bought a ticket for a hard seat. Little Shangchu sat on the ground, but he soon fell asleep, snoring reeking of alcohol, and the people around him gave disgusting comments. Looking at him, Shang Chu dared not look up while holding his small backpack.

The train jolted as it ran, causing his head to hurt. He didn't dare to wake Shang Lijun up, so he secretly lowered his head and wiped his tears until his backpack was wet.

——This is Shangchu’s last memory about the city of Xinyang. That year he sat curled up on the ground, smelling the smell from the adults’ feet, melon seed husks scattered on the small table, and who’s juice made the most of it. Overturned, the orange-yellow liquid dripped on his face, which was sticky. He was tired and hungry from crying, so he secretly stuck out his tongue and licked it, it was sweet.

Shang Lijun is still in good condition. He took painkillers twice in the car and vomited once in the middle. He is in good spirits.

He seemed very excited when he got out of the car, and kept talking about how something had changed while walking on the road. Shang Chu was very indifferent, watching this strange city with cold eyes.

Compared with the dusty capital, this small southern city is full of vitality, full of unnamed trees, full of green.

But again, compared to the orderly state of the capital, this place looks disorderly and chaotic. Drivers of black cars gather openly at the station entrance to solicit customers; chewing gum and empty bottles can be seen everywhere on the street; Rubbing on the buttocks, and then pinching a dough...

"Hey!" Shang Lijun raised his hand to stop a small tricycle, and said in an unproficient dialect, "How much is it to go to Hongfu Road?"

"Eight yuan to go."

"Eight yuan? Forget five yuan!"

......

Hongfu Road?

A place name vaguely appeared in Shangchu's mind, he shook his head, but still couldn't remember where Hongfu Road was.

"Let's go, let's go," Shang Lijun pulled him into the car, "five yuan five yuan."

"Where are you going?" Shang Chu asked.

Shang Lijun took his bag with a smile: "Go home!"

Shang Chu froze, he remembered that Hongfu Road was the place where they lived in Xinyang, that cheap rental house.

He had rummaged there several times, and everything about the dumb was emptied by Shang Lijun, not even a single hair was left.

Maybe there are still some things left, the scratches on the wall and the door panel are still there, and the blood from the knocked head on the corner of the table has faded or not.

"No one is renting that house, and I still keep it," Shang Lijun said, "Go home."

Shang Chu didn't go to the third round, he took the bag from Shang Lijun and put it on his back: "You go by yourself, I will go to the city bureau and send the dormitory."

Shang Lijun sniffed, and stretched out his hand to pull Shang Chu: "What kind of dormitory do you live in? Go home and live..."

"Go by yourself," Shang Chu sideways avoiding his hand, said coldly, "I won't go."

Shang Lijun blinked quickly, looked at the master who was stepping on three rounds, and said dully: "That's okay, that's okay, then you live in the dormitory, you..."

Shang Chu didn't wait for him to finish speaking, turned around and left.

Drivers of black cars swarmed up, saying where to go, 20 yuan to run all over the city, and so on. They spoke with a strong accent. Shangchu blinked and looked at the trees on both sides of the road, suddenly felt a little confused.