pig iron

Hastily moaned and begged for mercy.Zian stepped on his face, wiped the stuff off his shoe, and said angrily, "You fucking..."

He took out his wallet and scavenged the money in it.Pull out your phone to look up directions, then toss it into the lake.He turned around and patted his feet, and quickly ran away with his clothes and money.

When Qin Sheng arrived at the bus station, the man in front of him had shawls and long hair, and was wearing a black dress. He was sitting gently on the steps with his knees bent, revealing his slender ankles and sneakers that didn't match the bottom.

He looked suspicious: "Are you Ruan Zian?"

The woman's eyes were red, her face tired and impatient, her voice was hoarse but wet, as if mixed with phlegm, and she was gurgling in her throat: "Yes, yes, yes. Don't you know me, Qin Sheng?"

Qin Sheng was born in Zi'an, and Zi'an was one year old.Their lives have overlapped with each other for more than ten years, and they grew up like brothers.But in fact, Qin Sheng didn't like this boy very much. In his eyes, Zi'an had a gloomy personality, perverse and violent.From head to toe, there is nothing to like except a face that is really cute.

He took Zian out and stuffed him into the car.

Zian took off the wig on his head, folded it and hugged it on his knees, and leaned against the backrest very tiredly.He said: "Thank you, Qin Sheng. If you are not here, I will be finished. Don't tell others that I am back. I will sleep for a while..."

He ran away overnight and hadn't closed his eyes for several days.When I met Qin Sheng, the tense strings of my whole body were suddenly loosened, and I couldn't lift a little bit of strength in my body.The eyeballs were like two burning coals, scorching hot, scalding his eyelids, making it impossible for him to open them again.

The sour and rotten smell emanating from Zian's body filled the car, Qin Sheng glanced at Zian in the rearview mirror.His straggly hair was greasy and his face was fairly clean, but his skin was always delicate, and his skin was flushed and exposed in some places.His brows were frowning, his lips were pale and tightly pursed, his face looked dilapidated and lonely.

Zi'an and Ziran have been together for two years, but there is no news, as if they disappeared from the world.The original house has long since changed hands.All the vine roses clinging to the wall were gone, and white paint was splashed on the red wall.Large tracts of trees were uprooted, and their white petals and slender red fruits were trampled into the soil.The swing made by Zi'an's father was pushed down and leaned against the flower bed alone.The garden was littered with damp furniture, large pieces of rubbish, men's and women's clothes, pink throw pillow sheets and broken glass all over the place.

The cement that had been mixed was not used, and was washed away by the heavy rain.Cindery, greasy and disgusting.

He stood outside the fence holding an umbrella and looked at the ruined and destroyed houses as if they were venting their anger.Thinking about it now, it is very similar to Zian's dilapidated appearance.

Now, Zian has come back, but he doesn't know where Ruan Xiaomei is.

Although he doesn't like Zi'an's character, they have been together for so many years and have a deep relationship.Thinking about the former glory of the Ruan family, and thinking about the ruined family now, I feel very uncomfortable.

When Zian woke up again, he found himself lying on a clean and comfortable bed, and changed his clothes.On top of his head was an empty drop bottle, with medical tape on the back of his hand.He supported his head and got off the bed, looking around in a daze.The small house is fully furnished and empty, as if no one lives there.

He rummaged through the refrigerator.Congee in a plastic box, fried dumplings, and several cans of Yanjing beer.He squeezed the dumpling, it seemed that it was not very fresh.He didn't care, just took it away and ate it hot.After eating, the warmth in the stomach came up, and the limbs felt comfortable.His eyelids were battling, and he fell asleep again.

When he woke up again, there was the sound of a key opening the door, and Zian greeted him out.

Qin Sheng was carrying two bags of things in his hand, and Zian took them.Sitting on the sofa and taking it apart, there are fresh fruits, all kinds of prepared cold and hot food as well as fast food, a few pairs of underwear and clothes, as well as gauze potion and medicine.Zi An picks and picks, peels off a piece of candy and puts it in his mouth: "Go buy Yingxi shrimp dumplings for me tomorrow morning, and bring a pack of Xinfangzhai's sweet-scented osmanthus candies along the way."

Osmanthus candy looks festive, with white paper and red seal.The inside is a golden piece, the sugar is layered on top of it like petals, and the sweet-scented osmanthus smells sweet.When you bite into it, it is soft and pulls out the sweet and sticky filaments.It's amazingly sweet, sticky so you can't open your mouth, and it's so greasy that you vomit.Except for Chinese New Year, no one wants to buy it.However, Zi'an's taste is peculiar, and he really likes that sweet taste that melts his bones.

Qin Sheng looked at Zian's heartless look, and knew that he had suffered and suffered outside, so he shouldn't just pick his wound and poke him in pain as soon as he met, he should ask questions slowly.But when he took off his clothes that day, inside was like a tattered bandage soaked in oil, with different shades of red, black, brown, and yellow; smell.He felt his eyes hurt and his throat tight.

Qin Sheng was a little dizzy, looking at the scars on Fa Xiao's body, he felt that it was too unreal.Like watching TV.

Qin Sheng couldn't wait to ask Zi'an, where did he go, who hurt him, what about Ziran?

Of course Zi An would not answer him.In his eyes, Qin Sheng is a naive person with a sweet tooth.He was really afraid that Qin Sheng would look like an alien, with his mouth wide open in horror, his eyes glistening with tears, with a very pitiful and unbelievable expression: "Zian, this is not true, this, this, how is it possible." And He also knew that Qin Sheng couldn't give him anything except a few full meals and a temporary residence, and it was useless to talk to him.

Therefore, he has neither the desire to confide nor the patience to listen to others' comfort.

Zian carried the bag and sorted the things into the refrigerator, and asked Qin Sheng casually, "Is Master okay? Did the little senior sister catch up?"

The little senior sister is the master's granddaughter, named Xue Xiaoxiao, who is the same age as Qin Sheng.The Ruan brothers and sisters and the two of them played together since they were young, and they were nicknamed childhood sweethearts.Qin Sheng had a crush on his senior sister, whether it was obvious that he had a crush on him or not, almost a blind person could see that kind of intention.

It's a pity that Luo Hua wanted to be ruthless, and the senior sister didn't respond at all.

Qin Sheng stood up: "Zian, don't change the subject."

Zian frowned and turned to look at him: "Are you so curious? It's obvious, I was beaten up and escaped."

Qin Sheng rubbed his head, raised his head and said to him: "Zian, you and Ziran left inexplicably, and now you're back like this. As a friend, should I ask? You tell me what's going on, and we can figure out a solution together. "

Zian leaned on the refrigerator door and looked at Qin Sheng: "You don't need to make a fuss."

"My family has an enemy, you know that. I was chased by him, and I escaped with a little injury outside, which is normal. I didn't come back with a disability."

Qin Sheng looked directly at him.Looking at Zi'an's calm and indifferent face.Desolate eyes, thin cheeks, slender body.Time seemed to stand still on him, his height and shape didn't change at all, but shrank dramatically.Among his peers, he has become short.

"Okay, I won't ask. What about Ziran? Where did she go?"

"Foster care by relatives."

"Relatives? Which one? I remember that you searched all over but no one accepted her. Why are there again now?"

"Qin Sheng, what is the relationship between our relatives and you? Take your time to find them. The Ruan and Song families naturally have them."

Qin Sheng handed over the phone: "Okay, Zi'an, call her. Let me listen."

Zian silently refused to answer.

Qin Sheng approached step by step and pushed him with his mobile phone: "Why don't you call? What kind of relative, you lie to me. You lost her? She can't see anything, what will happen to her outside? You bastard."

Zian pushed his hand aside: "Qin Sheng, I am her brother. I can assure you that she is doing well now."

Qin Sheng sarcastically: "As good as your life?"

Zian was very annoyed, it was his sister, and he cared most about it.What is Qin Sheng doing here yelling at him.Where does he stand to blame himself?What does Ziran have to do with him?Really stand and talk without back pain.It seems that he can keep Ziran by his side.

When Ruan Zheng was still alive, he scolded Zi An, you are a careless beast.Zian's heart is indeed not complete, he can't remember other people's kindness.Living on the street, it was Qin Sheng who picked him up to arrange board and lodging, instead of staying out of the matter for fear of causing trouble, he was eager to know where the Ruan family brothers and sisters went.In theory, Qin Sheng is already very rare.Ke Zi'an just didn't appreciate it, and just a few words made him hate Qin Sheng.I feel that Qin Sheng's control is too lenient, I feel that he is just out of curiosity, so I want to ask for a story, I feel that his question is so sharp that his heart hurts, and he is accusing him of being incompetent, selfish, and useless.

Zian met his gaze, and stared at him coldly and clearly: "Qin Sheng, repeat, I'm her brother, and I won't watch her have a bad life, and lie to you that she is very good. Besides, what can you do? "

"I...Zian, I can talk to my parents. You tell me where Ziran is, and I will take her to my house. Now that the storm is over, they will agree."

Zian felt dizzy after standing for a long time, and he wanted to laugh.He missed Qin Sheng's body and wobbled to the point of leaning on the sofa to sit down.

"Useless."

"She's a liability."

No one lacks a pair of bowls and chopsticks.But raising one more person in the family is not just a matter of having more dishes and chopsticks. It is also a matter of accommodating a disabled person and taking care of her daily life.What's more, Ziran may attract enemies at any time.

Ziran has an overly beautiful face, which makes people feel dangerous.Zi'an knew about Qin Sheng's mother, she was a shrewd and self-interested woman.It was impossible for Ziran to bring any trouble to his family, and he didn't want his son and husband to be seduced by their poverty and misfortune to do something ridiculous.

He made a hundred assumptions for Qin Sheng, assuming that he pleaded with his parents, cried, made trouble, and hanged himself, and successfully agreed to accept Ziran, assuming that no one dared to give the Qin family this face and successfully took Ziran back from that man.What happened next might be Ziran's accidental death without any problems, or being picked up by some relative or friend who popped up to take care of her.

They're too weak to really do anything about it.

Zi'an tried his best to express his intentions to Qin Sheng as tactfully as possible.Probably after being away from society for too long, Zian has problems communicating with others.He skipped short sentences one after another, and he stumbled so tirelessly.Famu's head ached.

"Unless your parents are crazy, they will agree to find Ziran."

"Please, don't tell your family. They will hate me."

This time it was Qin Sheng's turn to be silent.

Zi'an cheered up and continued to discuss with Qin Sheng.He said he wanted to go to the cemetery to see his father tomorrow.

it is good.

Get me a ticket and let me go, it's from gz.I have no documents. City B is so strict, are you sure?

can.

Better let me go the day after tomorrow.Someone is chasing me, I have to hurry up.

it is good.

How much money can you scrape together?

Zian knew that Qin Sheng's parents had been controlling him since he was a child, they were crazy about reconciling accounts, he had no financial freedom at all, and any expenditure was transparent.

You don't have to worry, the travel expenses can be paid out.

Zian leaned forward and put his hands on his shoulders.Thank you, Qin Sheng.If you really want to help me, why not study hard and hone your abilities, so that you don't have to rely on your family or have more power in the future.

He asked Qin Sheng how he and his senior sister were doing recently.Qin Sheng was talking absently.

Zian closed his eyes and listened, occasionally responding with a few words.His face was calm, but the sofa under his hands was about to break.He opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Qin Sheng's young, sunny and handsome face, and said softly and hoarsely, "It's nice of you."

The voice was inaudible, like a sigh, not like talking to Qin Sheng, but like talking to himself, very weird, Qin Sheng's ears were a little hairy.Qin Sheng patted Zi'an on the shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

Zi'an shook his head, feeling his throat was choking, thinking about Ziran's future, and listening to their lives, his internal organs were about to be burned through by the branding iron, and he couldn't breathe in pain.Anger, despair, jealousy, hatred, and reluctance rushed to his heart, and he resisted the churning in his chest and answered him: "It's nothing."

Good weather.

The green willows are shaded, the grass is luxuriant, and the pines and cypresses are in groups.

Zian put a large bouquet of white flowers in front of the tomb, bowed to the tomb, and couldn't get up for a long time.He poured two glasses of wine and placed them respectfully in front of the steps.Carrying the wine bottle, stepping on the white marble stone steps and walking through the short fence, I found a place next to the stone tablet and sat down casually.

He hugged the stele sideways.On the top of the stele is a small relief portrait of Ruan Zhengsong Sa, with a clear outline and a bright smile, according to the photo taken during his lifetime.The inscription on it is engraved with loving parents Ruan Zheng and Song Sa.Dutiful son Ruan Zi'an, Ruan Ziran, Jingli.

Zian said softly, Dad, Mom.

Ruan Zheng didn't give any explanation before his death.No suicide note, no oral message.He walked cleanly and didn't seem to have any worries.Ruan was making breakfast, and the whole family sat together to eat.There was no moaning or sighing at the dinner table, Ruan Zheng picked something interesting to talk about, and Zi Ran smiled cheerfully.Zian has an illusion that Ruan Zheng's career is gradually improving, and their family will not collapse.

Ruan Zheng was wearing a dark blue suit without a tie, and he was tall and elegant.He caressed Ziran's face with his kind and natural fingers, went up and kissed the side of the cheek unreasonably, and said, I'll be right back.He patted Zian'an's head and told him that the house is busy recently, so don't go out and run around.

Who knows that this is life and death.When we saw each other again, Ruan Zheng had a lot of corpse spots, his lips were purple and black, and he looked ferocious, and there was a tag on his big toe with a string.The staff next to him asked him, are you a family member of the deceased?

Zian's trembling lips were in a daze: "Wait, I'll take a look."

There was no sense of reality, the dead man in the morgue was his father.

It was late autumn when the funeral was held, and there were many guests.Zi'an had no experience in handling the funeral by himself, and as the head of the family, he finished the funeral in stumbles.Although relatives and friends in the past were afraid to avoid their family, the funeral was not too bleak.

Black and white crowds, colorful wreaths, banners with cold fonts, and white chrysanthemum petals flying all over the sky.The father's body was lying beside him, and there were already low sobbing sounds from the crowd.But Zian couldn't find any feeling of sadness, because Ruan Zheng was right beside him, and seemed to be able to stand up at any time.

When the corpse was thrown into the narrow cremator, the flames rolled up.Zi'an clenched Ziran's hand tightly, felt a little crying, and said to his sister dumbly: "He is really dead."

He was holding the hot urn, and Ziran was holding his portrait.It is fixed on the ground like a tree, and it seems that the roots under the feet make it impossible to move.See countless people coming and going cast their sympathetic eyes on them, and listen to their words of comfort.

The past is as vivid as yesterday, but Zian can't forget it at all.

Zian didn't want to look into the eyes of his parents, thinking that the eyes of the deceased were too fierce and sharp, ironically like four cold knives.He has dreamed of Ruan Zheng's corpse jumping out more than once, accusing him of not taking good care of his sister as an older brother, and sorry for Ziran.Song Sa, who had never met before, said to him coldly with a face similar to Ziran's: "I gave birth to you, so I will be my brother."

He remembered the day when he and Ziran parted ways, it was stormy, the sky was dark, and the lead-colored stratus clouds froze in the sky.He broke down and cried, lying on the ground and crawling forward desperately, hugging the man's thigh, screaming frantically: "Stop! Stop! Don't take her away, I beg you! Please!" I am Ruan Zheng's son, come at me, what does it have to do with her, where are you taking her! Where are you going!"

His fingernails split and the flesh of his fingers curled up.He grabbed the ground with his head, his forehead was dripping with blood, he was kicked so hard that he couldn't stand up, but he clung to the only foot in front of him and refused to let go.Looking up at the man: "Please, let her go, ah." Zi'an tremblingly said, "Let her go, please. I am Ruan Zheng's son, Ruan Lingxing's grandson! Our whole family is dead. I'm enough! Let her go! Please!"

He swooped like a dog and bit the aging man in front of him, and was forcibly separated by someone twisting his arm.The man stepped on his head and laughed softly: "Your Ruan family is all over."

Pebbles and sand ravaged his face, the tip of his nose was covered with leather and fishy smell, and cold rainwater mixed with mud in his mouth, Zian felt heart and lung pain uncontrollably, he spurted blood, paralyzed half of his body, and lost consciousness.

Zi'an hated Ruan Zheng in his heart.His father only has Song Sa in his eyes, and his children are just gifts of their love.Indifferent and selfish to the point of escaping with death, he doesn't care how the pair of children behind him face the cruel world.He left without hesitation.

Zian drank in one gulp.Leaning on the tombstone, he gritted his teeth and whispered softly: "You old trash, you were so cruel, you died in style and joy, leaving me and Ziran here to live and suffer. Don't expect me to cry for you, don't think about me and Ziran and remember you in the future. Let me tell you, I had a very bad time with her. You don't want to live in peace underground, you must not worry about us. "

Zi'an lowered his head and said weakly, "I'm going to hate you to death."

He hates everyone.He hated his family for ruining his family, hated his father for abandoning him without saying a word, hated being humiliated by many people who bought and sold him, hated Mu Chuan for raping him again and again endlessly.Hate yourself for being incompetent, dirty and vulgar.

He covered his face and thought to himself, I still have a younger sister, I'm not done yet.If you don't kill your enemy's whole family, you will be ashamed to go underground to see Ruan Zheng again.He really doesn't have to be too pessimistic, since he escaped, he can still choose his own life.

Zian walked back to his parents' grave, lowered his head and bent over.He had a feeling of desolation and helplessness. It turns out that life is so short.He and his father had only known each other for more than ten years, and never saw each other again.It's a pity that he and his father didn't have many good memories of fatherly kindness and filial piety in the past ten years, all of which were quarrels and beatings.

"sorry."

He is in vain as a son of man, not worthy of being an elder brother.

"I'll see you next time, and I don't know how long it will be."