South of Chutian

Tang Heng turned and ran out, and the moment he opened the door, he bumped into Lu Yue hard.She was knocked back again and again, her feet slipped, and she fell to the ground.

Director Xu stood by, as if he didn't dare to go forward at all, so he could only grit his teeth and curse: "What are you doing! Are you crazy?!"

Tang Heng looked at Lu Yue.She has a petite figure, short black hair, glasses, and a strong student air.When Lu Yue first entered the school, she was very indifferent to him, and she didn't seem to regard him as a "junior brother" at all. At that time, Tang Heng even wondered if he had offended her by doing something wrong.Later, after a lot of contact, I realized that Lu Yue is such a person, taciturn, restrained, and has no sense of existence.It seems that her life is so simple that no words are needed to explain it. It is nothing more than studying and studying, graduating with a Ph.D., entering college, getting married and having children-it is very simple and smooth.

"Junior Brother," Lu Yue curled up, his expression was as calm as Sun Jihao's, "You really don't know?"

Tang Heng's legs gave way and he almost fell to his knees.

This is the sentence again.

He rushed forward and clasped Lu Yue's shoulders with his hands: "What do you mean... Senior Sister, what should I know, I—"

"Don't call me Senior Sister," Lu Yue said word by word, "You know, every time you call me 'Senior Sister', I want to die."

"..."

"Every time you call me 'Senior Sister', I think of him. Do you know why I have short hair?"

"..."

"Because he said that he likes girls with long hair and shawls. I used to think that it would be good to graduate, and it would be good to survive until graduation-but you can't escape at all, you know? He introduced Sun Jihao to me. I did that kind of thing and then introduced someone to me, isn’t it amazing? He even sent you to Macau and asked me to take care of you... The first day you came to work, I was thinking, it would be great if you died Was smashed to death by glass falling from upstairs, died of a heart attack, in short, it would be great if you died, so that I would not think of him," Lu Yue said, two lines of tears suddenly fell in his eyes, "but then I I found out that you don't know anything, he is your uncle, and you don't know anything——Tang Heng, I really envy you."

There was a loud bang, and at two o'clock in the morning, heavy rain poured down in Shijiang County.

The wipers of the off-road vehicle swung at high speed, but they were far behind the speed of the raindrops falling.It was raining all over the sky, and the car seemed to be driving in a raging tide.The temperature of the air conditioner was turned on so low that the driver shrunk his shoulders while driving.

Tang Heng asked: "How long is it?" His voice was hoarse than usual, his head was lowered, and his expression was invisible.

"It's raining too much, leader," the driver trembled, "at least another hour."

One hour.Tang Heng didn't respond, and after a long time, he let out a vague "hmm".

The driver didn't dare to say much, so he turned the steering wheel hard.Tang Heng's body dangled back and forth on the seat, as if his spine had been pulled away. His sitting posture was crooked, his legs and feet were weak, and his whole body was on the verge of falling, leaving only his brain still functioning.

Yet the brain works to the point of confusion.The doctor once told him that if he could not think about the past, he would not think about it, so he also tried his best to avoid recalling it.Finally at this moment, those pictures and scenes seemed to be wine lees that had been sealed for a long time. The moment he lifted the lid, the smell rushed up, making him half drunk and half awake, and his sanity was lost.

The water of East Lake is as continuous as the sea.Li Yuechi was sitting beside him, with a black schoolbag standing by his hand, the zipper was ajar, revealing a stack of cram school advertisements.He asked Li Yuechi, will it be posted tomorrow?Li Yuechi said, send it until next Tuesday.He said a little unhappy, how much money can be made.Li Yuechi smiled shyly, but said nothing.

In the LIL Bar on Jianghan Road, after the band's performance, he received a large bouquet of red roses from a girl.The girl confessed to him shyly and eagerly, and he nodded in response, but looked past the girl to the corner frequently.Li Yuechi stood there, also looking at him, with a sly look on his face.He frowned, and Li Yuechi came over and took the guitar from his shoulder.The girl asked, who is this?he said assistant.Li Yuechi nodded solemnly, classmate, please register with me next time you confess your love.

In June 2012, he went to the detention center, but Li Yuechi refused to meet him.Jiang Ya went in, and came out not long after, embracing his shoulders as if afraid of him collapsing.Jiang Ya said, Li Yuechi asked me to apologize on his behalf, he said he liked you, but only loved Tian Xiaoqin.The sunset at the end of the road was so big that you could touch it, and the evening was like blood. Later, he always fell ill in the evening.

Li Yuechi.All the fragments about him in the memory surged up like countless butterflies flapping their wings.He was so delirious that he couldn't tell which butterfly was real and which was just a powder that would disperse at the touch of a touch.All the deceit and deceit, hatred and hatred that I once believed in are gone in an instant.

The off-road vehicle stopped, and the driver said, "Leader, we're here."

The rain became heavier, Tang Heng opened the car door and walked into the dark rain.He remembered this road, Li Yuechi took him through that night, the night in the mountain village was extremely quiet.At this moment, he was drenched all over, and his feet were stepping on the cold and muddy ground, as if he was about to enter some kind of unrecoverable fate.

Holding a flashlight, the village chief quickly walked up to Li Yuechi's house, and called out, "Tang...Teacher Tang?" He probably didn't expect him to come.

As they approached, Tang Heng said, "Where is Li Yuechi?"

"He... went to work," the village chief looked at Tang Heng with horror on his face, "Mr. Tang, what's wrong with you?! Let's go to the village committee to have a rest. I've already sent someone to contact him. He almost there……"

"Go away."

Tang Heng opened the door and stepped into Li's house, his eyes met the squatting woman.With tears in her eyes, she begged in Mandarin with a strong accent: "Leader, you are the master of my family, Yuechi didn't do anything..." It was Li Yuechi's mother.

"Didn't do anything?" The village head came up again, angrily, "I tell you, we have investigated everything! The teacher Li Yuechi stabbed, ah, is Teacher Tang's uncle! Teacher Tang doesn't care about you, you still Dare to find trouble, don't know good from bad—"

Tang Heng said, "Where is Li Yuechi's room?"

"Yuechi is wronged," the woman cried louder, heart-piercingly, "Leader, he is really wronged. He told me when I went to see him before, the leader..."

"Tell me," Tang Heng tried his best to sound gentle, "Where is Li Yuechi's room?"

"Inside, the first room on the left..."

Tang Heng walked forward, the rain on his body pattered on the concrete floor.Shui Hen followed him and turned left, pushed open the door, pulled the light cord, and by the dim incandescent light, he saw Li Yuechi's bookshelf.

The room is so small that it can be seen at a glance, a single bed, a bookshelf, and nothing else.Tang Heng moved to the bookshelf with the last bit of strength, and took out those dark blue folders from between the old books and newspapers.At this time, thinking has stopped, relying entirely on the senses, because those folders are so neat and abrupt.He opened the first folder, "A Comparative Study of Translations of Issues in the Sociology of Knowledge", his undergraduate thesis.The second folder, "MaxScheler's Individualism", is his master's thesis.The third folder, "Michel Foucault and the politics of China", his doctoral thesis.The fourth folder is very thick. Li Yuechi printed out all the papers he had published in journals page by page, and separated each paper with a sticker—it’s hard to imagine how he brought a USB flash drive to the folder. Go to a printing shop in this remote county and print out English papers that have nothing to do with Shijiang beef jerky. Will others laugh at him?The fifth folder is Chinese characters.Li Yuechi's verdict, four years and nine months in prison.

Tang Heng turned his head slowly and saw Li Yuechi standing at the door of the house, the two of them looked at each other without speaking.

This is a world-shattering glance.

After a while, Tang Heng knelt down in front of him.