boycott youth

13

Liao Min kicked off two stones under her feet, wandered boredly in this Linshan Academy, and went to the central playground alone, and saw a few middle school students after class gathered under the basket, practicing with their vests on. Basket... He became a little interested, and moved closer:

His muscles were wrapped in hot sweat, and they shone brightly under the thin sun. A wave of life's heat was unscrupulously swaying... When his body became hot, Liao Min already felt that something was wrong. The little brother under his stomach whipped him up, "You have a partner, don't act rashly!" While thinking about it, I saw the young man Xiao Chuan sweating like rain and jumping on the top of the cloud, raising his eyebrows and smiling, and then recalled the iron heart in front of the school gate Xiao Chuan's eyebrows were cold and he refused to give in.

"I don't want to go, my partner is young, so I have to know it no matter what!" Liao Min stopped at the school gate and refused to let go.

"Okay! Either wait at the door! Or just get out!" Lu Xiaochuan crossed his eyebrows, there was no room for concession~~

Liao Min withdrew the few thoughts in her memory, and mourned repeatedly in her heart!Idlely walked forward more than ten steps.

"The anti-drug publicity campaign is underway, and the anti-drug publicity campaign is underway. Students, please pay attention. The 'Stay away from drugs, cherish the future series exhibition' is being exhibited in the school history museum. The anti-drug publicity campaign is underway. The anti-drug publicity campaign is underway..."

As an important publicity tool of the school, the loudspeaker in the playground is taking on the important role of shouting for the main force of the "School History Museum".Liao Min had an idea, and thought that he might as well follow him around, and go to the history museum to pick up old photos of Sichuan beauty's alma mater, so that he could compare the ideal and reality with the sunny young man who appeared in the clouds. He pushed open the heavy glass door of the School History Museum, and stepped in with one foot...

Lu Xiaochuan, who had "broke up" with Liao Min, was tense at the moment, running in small steps, across the playground, out the corner door of an old school building, across a pile of abandoned building materials, through a rusty back door, Lian drilled through two dilapidated mud walls, and went up to a dilapidated small barren hill with few people.

When he scraped through the weeds and struggled to walk tens of meters, he finally arrived at a gentle slope, where shrubs and weeds were overgrown, and a few clusters of mixed wild flowers gave off some fragrance, which made his nerves stung for no reason. ...

"Xiao Chuan, look quickly, the ground is full of fragrance!"

"I got a shovel!"

"Go to the back mountain! Let's dig incense all over the ground!"

"Ogawa"

"Ogawa"

"Ogawa"

……

"Remember! Xiao Chuan! This is our secret!"

Phantoms crossed in his mind, as if he was guided, he reached a mountain wall covered with brocade smoothly all the way, facing the prosperous corner, he pawed vigorously, and a winding path was revealed, without hesitation Lift your foot and walk in...

……

Liao Min lay on the service desk of the school history exhibition hall, looking forward to getting an old photo showing Xiao Chuan's youthful demeanor among the old graduation photos over the years.It's a pity that the exhibition hall is located in the early stage of digital upgrade, and it is still a huge project to check those archived memories.Liao Min stood up from the chair and stool, and looked at the vacant seat behind the service desk. The lesbian administrator who was standing there before went to the database to check the files because of "fascinated by beauty".Liao Meise got off the stool and was about to switch to the side hall to wander. When he was near the door of the side hall, a slender roll-up banner attracted his attention:

"Stay away from drugs, cherish the future - anti-drug publicity series exhibition, enter here"

……

Lu Xiaochuan walked slowly towards a tall Sala tree, and when the branch shook a bud that burst out in spring, he grabbed it.Spreading his palms and looking at his eyes, he took a step forward, stretched out his other arm, facing the direction of Mira, and lightly touched the texture of the tree trunk with his fingertips. When he touched the heartbeat of the ancient tree, he held his breath and closed his eyes to feel it. The pulse from the junction of yin and yang...

When he touched a painful scar somewhere, he seemed to have been poked, and hurriedly lowered his arm, and walked up to him, and saw an old mark carved on the surface of the bark, with an arrow pointing down, black with purple in it.He stretched out his thumb again and stroked it lightly a few times, as if comforting a long-awaited old friend.

"Hula la" several mountain birds jumped up in the forest, he came back to his senses, squatted down to pick up a few broken branches, and in the direction pointed by the arrow, under the canopy of the Sala tree, he quickly dug through the layers. Soil, looking for the long-lost dust.When a blue-gray pottery color appeared under the thin light, he threw away the branch in his hand, and used his hands to directly dig away the last few layers of sand...

……

"□□No. 4, the purity is as high as 98%, a morphine-type poison, the most dangerous..."

"The 'Golden Triangle' borders Yunnan and is rich in poppies..."

"The 'Golden Triangle' trafficking accounts for 60% to 70% of the world's total..."

"1986-1996, the 'Golden Triangle' was the world's number one opium production base..."

"The border of Yunnan has become the channel and transit point for the 'Golden Triangle' drugs to flow into our country..."

"In 1992, Yunnan Province launched a large-scale crackdown on the 'Pingyuan Street' where drug trafficking was rampant..."

Liao Min silently read a few words of explanatory text in the exhibition area, walked past a row of glass showcases, and stood in front of some real photos of the "sea of ​​poppies"...

——White flowers all over the mountains and valleys are like swaying in the wind, coquettish and boundless, stretching for tens of thousands of miles without end, the sky and the earth are one color, and they all melt into this white silvery sky——

Liao Min was astonished to capture the beauty in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help sighing in her heart: There is nothing wrong with coquettishness, but she is born with poison.

While he was thinking about it, several narrations of the documentary came from the center of the exhibition hall, and a "Yunnan-Guizhou border anti-drug documentary" that caused heated discussions in the 90s was scrolling on the big screen in the central area.Some sick young drug addicts, their faces mosaiced, are being interviewed in the center of the screen.

"How old are you?" a voice-over asks.

"16"

Liao Min glanced at that young man, and calculated that if this man was lucky enough to be alive, he would be of the same generation now.

Turning to the other side of the exhibition hall, several pages of novel manuscripts were posted inside, side by side, and a cover of a documentary novel.Liao Min lowered her head, and saw a few rows of graphic annotations below: "Frontier Poppies—My Experience in the Golden Triangle"; the XX Excellent Work Award of the Ministry of Public Security in 199X; a small black and white photo of the author, with a literati belonging to the 80s It has a unique gray and white bookish look, and the name on the side is a little worn, making it hard to see clearly.Liao Min subconsciously stuck it to the glass to identify it.

"Why are you looking so carefully?" A lesbian stood behind him and patted his shoulder.

Frightened, Liao Min turned her head, but she did not forget to smile enthusiastically, "Waiting for your photo!" he said.

A sad cloud floated across the face of the lesbian, "Don't mention it, I turned over the file room, but it seems that this year's graduates don't have graduation photos." She raised her head muttering, "This comrade , you said you have never seen a ghost!"

Liao Min sighed secretly in his stomach, and thought, "Even if you have the person in front of you, why bother about those Ruyan's past!"

"Huh? This is a celebrity. There used to be a big photo of him hanging in the school history museum." The lesbian pointed to the display cabinet and wondered.

"Who?"

"this one!"

Liao Minfu went to look back at the portrait of literati in the 80s.

"He is an early sponsor of our school, and he is a writer! Here!" The lesbian pointed to the big screen in the center, "Did you see the documentary that is being broadcast, he is a reporter with the group, and "Border Poppy" was written after that of."

"So there's this one!"

"That's not the end of the calculation. It is rumored that he brought back a pair of twins at that time and adopted them as adopted sons, but..."

"But?"

"It's fate playing tricks on people, and in the end, it's just one hand that dies!"

"Why did he die unnaturally?"

The lesbian pointed to a keyword in the commentary, "This!"

"Poison? Taking drugs?"

"That's right! You said this poison is so easy to quit? One of the twins turned around and relapsed. After taking it, the six relatives denied him, and then killed his new father!"

……

Under the Sala tree, Lu Xiaochuan held up a blue-gray earthenware pot. He sat down with his back against the tree trunk, patted the dust from the lid of the jar, held his breath, and pulled open the lid vigorously:

A palm-sized cloth bag lay gently inside.

He took out the cloth bag, and a few pages of raw-edged books were exposed underneath. He took them out and identified them. They were several modern poems that were once popular in his youth.He shook the jar, and looked again. A long, black rod was sinking at the bottom of the jar. He raised his hand and reached into the dark environment, exposing a yellowed glass syringe to the sunlight. , he held it up and turned it in the afterglow of the thin sun. The old tube body was changing with confusing and mysterious colors in the seven-color white light.

The author has something to say:

This is a very important chapter, where the story undergoes an earth-shaking change. A set of parallel montages are used to keep the transition smooth and express the artistic conception between time and space. The feeling of writing is very challenging, but also very exciting. ~~