whale killer

Xiang Qifei stood where he was, barely processed the above information, and roughly sketched out an outline in just a few words.Getting along with Chi Yan, all kinds of experiences are quite bizarre compared with his previous 20 years, but at this moment, he can clearly feel the absurdity of life for him.

He would think that if he had endured for another half a year, or if he had sneaked back even once on a certain day, Chi Yan could have gotten rid of his life of wandering.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he unconsciously took a small step in his direction, putting his shoulder against his shoulder.Imagine that kind of future in my mind: Chi Yan will be like me, go to school normally, go to university normally, he may have to work to earn tuition fees by himself, and do some jobs that have nothing to do with music after graduation.It may be difficult to know me, but there is no need to know Qin Zhimo.

At a distance of three meters, the field workers were also surprised, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. After all, he had just tactfully accused his wife and children on behalf of others, and the next second the person in the story was standing in front of him alive.But it's none of my business anyway, the embarrassment didn't last too long, and he quickly greeted with the instinct in his genes: "Ah, you are that kid, your dad brought you here when you were young. How long have you grown up? It goes by so fast."

Chi Yan nodded, yes, it was very fast.He took out his wallet, "Pay the bill." He motioned to the other party to finish the work, and then asked, "Is the house in the worker's village still there?"

"Yes, yes." The field worker put on his gloves again, "It hasn't been demolished for so many years, it seems to have been rebuilt once, and once the old pool is gone, no one will live there."

The taxi had been waiting outside for too long, and the driver was already impatient. He leaned out of the car window and cursed at the two who came back with ice cubes.I didn’t check the watch on the return trip, and we talked about the price, which was ten yuan more expensive than when we came.

The bucket used to hold the ice was the same as last time.Chi Yan put his things in the trunk, and Xiang Qifei quickly got into the back seat.When closing the door, Chi Yan finally looked at the vast ice rink surrounded by the red-tiled warehouse. Compared with the vague memory of his childhood, there seemed to be no change.He heard about Chi Chunliang's death, like listening to someone else's story.I just don't understand, why did he come back to work?Is it because we can't afford to eat after we leave, or do we think we can redeem something by doing this?But the answer is not important, just logically confused for the characters in the story.

When I was a teenager, I believed that there is logic in life, and everything has a cause.Although getting along with Granzine didn't go well, she was a victim anyway.Chi Chunliang is still the starting point of all disasters in his heart.But he had to succumb to his similar nature and resisted, obviously failing miserably.The father became the source of a secret fear and self-hatred in the subconscious mind.

But now, with the knowledge of his early death, those fears suddenly became funny.So what have you been afraid of all this time?

He asked the driver abruptly: "Are there any cases in Donggang around [-] or [-]? I remember hearing gunshots here when I was a child."

"Yes, there are, but why is it so easy to get a gun? There are a lot of knives," the driver lit up his cigarette, "Back in [-], chimneys were blowing up all the time. You must have heard it wrong."

Perhaps the fear is a non-existent gun behind him.

In the car, Xiang Qifei was absent-minded, and his mind had been deduced to the point where he could meet Chi Yan.The conclusion is that the possibility is extremely low, and if one of the various prerequisites is removed, the current result cannot be obtained.Tell it to Chi Yan, but Chi Yan laughs at him again.In this matter, he is rarely more optimistic than himself.

Chi Yan was careless, but determined: "We will definitely know each other."

Xiang Qifei wasn't angry, and tried to argue with Qian Hui, thinking where did you get your confidence?Arguing with reason: "Think about it, the first time I came to Beijing, what would happen if it didn't rain on the day I saw your performance? Nao wouldn't stop smoking at the door, so I wouldn't know her, let alone you."

Chi Yan agreed: "If it doesn't rain, it's hard for you to be interested in a band called Pangtuo."

Xiang Qifei was dumbfounded: "...Where are you from?"

"Then let me ask you," Chi Yan looked into his eyes, "I have lived a stable life, but we don't know each other, or everything remains the same, which one do you choose?"

Like being caught in the eye, and Xiang Qifei was temporarily ashamed. In fact, he already had an answer in his mind, but this answer was too selfish.Chi Yan didn't urge him, leaving him to struggle slowly, and at the last moment he still decided to be honest, he muttered: "...I choose to keep it as it is."

"So, Xiang Qifei," Chi Yan said, "It will definitely rain that day."

When the two finally entered Building No. [-] of the Workers' Village, Xiang Qifei glanced at his phone, five o'clock in the afternoon.The sun was about to set, and it was still bright.

Ice has been put into the house.Moving up to the top floor, Chi Yangao took on even heavier force, but Xiang Qifei almost gave up half his life.Lying on the mat, licking popsicles and muttering, it’s better to be hot in the future than to be exhausted. Do you think we should rent a ground floor? No way, the first floor doesn’t leak. Why would someone want the house to leak? I seem to be a little crazy. .In the end, only half an hour later, Chi Yan asked if he wanted to visit my old house, and he immediately jumped up from the mat with full blood and rushed to Chi Yan, looking forward to it: "Leave now?"

The distance between the two places is not far, one bus stop, only two turns.After entering the community and starting to circle around, Chi Yan even knew the way.Xiang Qifei has 20 years of experience as a road idiot, and he can only shout awesome while driving the navigation.Chi Yan zoomed in on the map and pointed it out to him. Although it looked complicated, the actual layout of the buildings in this community was unstructured and unconventional, like dominoes built one by one.

But if someone knows the way, don't worry about Xiang Qifei, no matter how you build it, I can't lose it anyway.Follow Chi Yan up to the fourth floor and stand in front of a door facing west.The couplets have not been replaced for many years, and the pulped paper is already brittle, leaving only a few mottled spots on the rough concrete walls.The door was old-fashioned wood, painted a chestnut red, with a crack at the bottom.Only in the middle is a relatively new "Emmanuel" posted upside down. The small print was distributed free of charge by the Catholic Church in Donggang City.Talking nonsense to Chi Yan, "What's so great about God? Let him pour or have to pour."

The door was raised by one centimeter with cement and tiles were pasted.Go up and step on it, and ask: "What is this for?"

"My dad built it. There were some floor tiles left at the time, so I put floor mats at the door." Chi Yan took out his pocket, and the keys jingled in it.I found the one marked with 1 and compared it to the door lock, only to find that the original lock core had been pried open, and a door nose was added at a height of three centimeters, with a rusty iron lock on it.

"What's going on?" Xiang Qifei wondered.

Chi Yan shook his head and said how do I know.

"Is this... smashed?" Then he squatted down again, and leaned over to look into the crack. He couldn't see clearly, but it didn't seem like someone lived there.

Chi Yan has already found half of a brick nearby: "Break it open."

Seeing that the lock was hanging loosely, Xiang Qifei picked up the lock head and shook it back and forth, and it fell off in one piece. The door nose was stuck, not nailed. "Wow," Xiang Qifei was happy, and pushed the door open, "Your house is still tricky."

The lights couldn't be turned on, probably because the electricity was cut off, but it was not yet dusk, and I could clearly see that there were some tatters as far as I could see.There are plastic barrels, cardboard shells, and scrap iron sheets piled up in the corner, and there are some strange gadgets piled up in the corner. It seems that at least homeless people have lived here.Chi Yan came with a purpose, went straight into the master bedroom to search, and Xiang Qifei squatted in the corner to observe these little things one by one.The content is too rich, and I can imagine the outline of a stranger by taking the opportunity, there is a glass with a broken bottom, a few expired female star calendars, a bouncing ball, a killed beetle, and a strip wrapped in rags. Judging from the shape alone, it looks like a weapon.

It was reported in the room that Chi Yan was rummaging through boxes and cabinets.Xiang Qifei took it out of the fragments, and shouted at Chi Yan, "Are you looking for this—" and at the same time uncovered the cloth wrapped outside.

It's a pretty toy shotgun.

Chi Yan heard the sound, took the gun from Xiang Qifei, opened it, and there wasn't even a single plastic bullet inside. "I should have known that," he said, wrapping things up and putting them back in place, mocking himself, but not heavy.

Then he turned his head and said to Xiang Qifei: "Let's go back, Xiao Xiang."

"Wait," Xiang Qifei lost his excitement, patted the dirt off his body, stood up, and went into a smaller room, "Let me take a look at the place where you lived when you were young!"

Chi Yan followed up and introduced him to the brief happy time of childhood.A lot of the furniture disappeared, but some traces remained, such as the line drawn on the wall to compare the height, the stickers pasted on the underside of the table, the handle of the wardrobe fell off, and he stuck a disposable chopstick in the hole left. A shriveled children's basketball hides behind dusty curtains.

Hearing Chi Yan's narration, he felt in a daze that the other party seemed to be assimilated by him, and he began to remember some good things.After that, Xiang Qifei didn't really remember what he said, but he only hoped that Chi Yan would have more good things besides him in his future life.

He said without thinking: "But I have to do the best thing."

"Of course you are." Chi Yan understood what he was talking about, laughed, and said again, "Let's go back, Xiao Xiang."

He was surprised by this change.

"I mean, let's go back to Beijing. Go back to our real home, or go to Xiamen first. Maybe we have to go to Qinhuangdao to apologize to your parents."

Before leaving the worker's village, Xiang Qifei had a strange reluctance, as if this place really had some deep bond with him.Chi Yan went to the hardware store downstairs to borrow an electric drill, repaired the broken door nose, and fitted a new lock. The key was placed in a conspicuous place at the door.

"Anyone who wants to live in can live here." That's what Chi Yan said.

Life is always full of coincidences.They had just put down the keys when they ran into a tottering old man, slowly climbing up the stairs with a small half-sack of plastic bottles on his back.When I saw them, I was vigilant first and asked, "Do you live here?"

Chi Yan didn't stop, and dragged Xiang Qifei downstairs, "No," he said, "We went to the wrong place."

Just now, Xiang Qifei was thinking about it. Although the house in Donggang is not expensive, but there are two bedrooms and one living room, it is not enough to just say no to it.Selling it cheaply and returning to Beijing can at least solve the financial crisis caused by escaping the show.

But now, he doesn't think so anymore. He recalls those pinballs, calendars and colored glazes. These bits and pieces point to a real person, and they seem to become treasures and become more and more precious.

That's fine too.The house should be given to those who need it, and our own problems can always be solved one by one.

Helong's piano factory had a big order. Sister Yao invited the factory's master to eat at the food stall that night.Knowing that Xiang Qifei and Chi Yan were leaving tomorrow, he invited them to come together and practice by the way.

The masters in the factory are not young, and some of them have even reached the age of retirement. Their wives died early, and their children went south to study and work. They are bored at home alone and have a dog, and they return to their old jobs to pass the time.When they arrived, the first round of dishes was almost complete, enough to cover the three low tables put together.Xiang Qifei was already hungry, moved a stool to sit down and buried her head in eating crabs. Sister Yao went back to her Honda parked by the side of the road and took out a piano from the trunk.

"I just had nothing to do in the store, so I will help you finish the rest." The man who is almost 50 years old is a little embarrassed to talk about this: "As soon as I finished it, you called and said that you will leave tomorrow. .Damn it, I knew I wouldn't do it."

Chi Yan thanked her and hugged her. It was rare for him to accept other people's kindness so calmly.

The masters drank a lot of draft beer and booed with red faces, insisting that Chi Yan sing a song. "Xiao Yao said you used to be a rock star, big star."

Xinxian is easy to run, so Chi Yan found a stool and sat down next to Xiang Qifei, picked up the piano and tuned it for two rounds, and replied, "Sister Yao is exaggerating, just playing casually."

Putting down the half-eaten crab, wiping his hands clean, Xiang Qifei leaned his elbow on his knee, raised his chin and watched Chi Yan play the first chord.The prelude passed quickly, Bob Dylan's "North Country Blues", a blues dedicated to the North.

In front of him was the oil-stained tabletop, under his feet was the mud accumulated over the years in the night market, and the tungsten lamp hanging from the rope was dangling, attracting flying insects, but it shone on Chi Yan like a beam of holy light .

I don't know when the surrounding quieted down, and even the sound of the shovel hitting the wall of the pot gradually stopped, and they gathered around to listen to the song, like listening to a moving story around a campfire.The language may not be the same, but music does have such a magical power.The masters at the same table hiccupped and took the opportunity to quickly wipe away the moisture from their eyes.Music from the other side of the ocean 50 years ago, but just listening to it, you can understand who it is singing to and what it is telling.

Barrett

Actually, I don’t know what people in Hebei call Liuli “Liu Li” but I always call it that. I searched and couldn’t figure it out. Friends from Hebei can correct me and I’ll change it.The next chapter is the end chapter.