Out of place

Cheng Boyan looked at the clock on the wall, it was 05:30.

It was already dark outside, and through the window I could see bare tree branches shaking as if they were borrowing another 500 years from the sky due to the old north wind.

The weather forecast says that there will be snow tomorrow. From the looks of it, it is estimated that it will fall tonight.

Dr. Liu in the consulting room next door was talking to a deaf patient half-yelling. He had been talking for a whole day, and now he yelled for a while, and his throat sounded like it was about to split.

Cheng Boyan quickly took a lozenge and stuffed it into his mouth, calling the next patient.

An aunt was helped in and sat down, unable to touch the ground with one leg, ouch, with a painful expression on her face.

After she sat down, she stared at Cheng Boyan for a while, and before Cheng Boyan asked her, she rushed to say: "Is the older doctor next door free? Can I let him see."

"He also has patients there. If you want to pick a doctor, you have to pick it when you make an appointment." Cheng Boyan smiled, "Did you hurt your leg?"

"I can't make an appointment, and I can't know that my leg is going to be broken a few days in advance." The aunt pointed to her leg, "Can't I change to a doctor? Isn't your doctor experienced enough?"

Cheng Boyan was a little helpless: "May I show you first? Don't delay your illness."

The aunt glanced at Cheng Boyan, probably because of the unbearable pain, and didn't say anything more: "Then young man, please connect with me carefully."

"Auntie," Cheng Boyan got up from the chair and squatted in front of Auntie, "Is it the calf pain?"

"That's right," the aunt frowned, "If you said you were insane, I just watched TV and broke my leg! What's this called!"

"How do you see it?" Cheng Boyan was stunned for a moment, and he was quite godlike. He reached out and tried to gently push up the aunt's trouser legs to take a look, but the aunt wore too many clothes and failed.

"I put my legs on the coffee table. After reading the Central One's statement today, I thought about going out to buy vegetables after I slept for a while. There was no food at home, so I had to go to buy food. I would serve these foodies after I finished it..."

"Aunt," Cheng Boyan had to interrupt her, "sleep for a while, and then?"

"Then? No more, I lifted my leg," said the aunt, and slapped the table, "Crack! The leg is broken! It can't touch the ground anymore! When my girl comes home, I will send it to me. Oh, it hurts." I'm dead, doctor, connect it to me quickly."

Cheng Boyan understood what was going on, and told the aunt and daughter who were with him, and then opened an order to make a film first.

"Doctor, what do you think is wrong with me? I exercise every morning and hit a tree, bang bang! How can I break my leg? Have you ever seen me like this? This must be the only one." ?” The aunt didn’t understand her situation.

"It's not uncommon for you to be old and have osteoporosis." Cheng Boyan smiled, lowered his head and opened the list quickly, "A big sister got up this morning and turned over and folded her thigh, but you should pay attention to it at ordinary times. The one that hit the tree... It's still bang, don't hit it, take this to take a film, and I'll expedite it for you."

Cheng Boyan finished watching the last few patients before the aunt's film came out, and it was already time to get off work. He checked the time and agreed to go to grandma's house for dinner today. The meal is probably almost ready by now.

He could only take the time to quickly send a text message to his mother saying that he would be late.

Fortunately, there were not many people filming at this time, and the aunt's urgent film came out. Cheng Boyan looked at the film, and the fracture was not too serious, and an external fixation would be enough.

"Doctor," the aunt sat in the treatment room and looked at Cheng Boyan, "Did it delay your get off work?"

"It's okay, I'll get off work after you finish here," Cheng Boyan looked at her, "I have to give you..."

"I know, I know, wait for me to take it off," the aunt beckoned immediately, and her daughter came over to help her take off a pair of trouser legs, "I want to know that watching TV can see broken bones, so I definitely don't wear this pair of trousers." Thin trousers."

The aunt talked a lot, and when Cheng Boyan was fixing her in silence, she kept asking: "Doctor, how old are you?"

"It's almost 30." Cheng Boyan replied.

"Yo, that's not too small, you can't tell, it's only 28 nine." said the aunt.

"...Really." Cheng Boyan smiled.

"Are you married?" the aunt asked again, staring at his face.

"No." Cheng Boyan fixed the splint on her.

"Where's your girlfriend?" The aunt said enthusiastically, "You are so busy, you must have no time to fall in love, right?"

Cheng Boyan was afraid that his aunt would enthusiastically arrange his marriage if he continued, so he replied: "I have a girlfriend."

"Oh..." The aunt turned to look at her daughter with some disappointment, "The girl from the old Chen family next door is useless. This doctor is so handsome."

"You don't have a girlfriend, and you don't have any drama with the old Chen family girl." Her daughter was very helpless, "Mom, stop asking nonsense, it's so impolite, the doctor is busy, so don't keep interrupting."

After finally sending the aunt away, Cheng Boyan heaved a sigh of relief, changed his clothes, locked the door, and walked out of the hospital gate quickly.

On the way to the parking lot, he called his mother: "I'm passing now."

"Well, buy a few bottles of oil at the supermarket outside the door. Your grandma still eats a lot of oil. She said it's useless. You just bought it for her and brought it here." Mom explained on the phone.

Mom, a former nutritionist, will be counted wherever she goes, and grandma's house is the key position every time.

"Understood." Cheng Boyan tugged at his collar, the wind was really strong.

The north wind blew very fast, blowing over his body as if rushing to reincarnate, and it hurt people's face.

It looked like it was going to snow soon, and it got dark very early today, and it was like a shadow puppet show before six o'clock, and it was completely dark at this moment.

Xiang Xi leaned against the wall, staring at the occasional cars passing by on the road, feeling the feeling of the north wind blowing into his collar and blowing through him, feeling a little flustered inexplicably.

New Years Eve is one month away.

Another year.

"It's almost New Year's Eve." Mantou, who had been squatting beside his legs to shelter from the wind, asked in a coherent manner.

"Yeah." Xiang Xi replied, and looked down at the cigarette butt in his mouth, it had already been extinguished.

Xiang Xi stretched out his hand and flicked the cigarette, and the cigarette butt flew far away from the steamed bun's mouth.

"How long will it be before Chinese New Year?" Mantou stood up, shrinking his neck, "Where shall we go?"

"I don't know." Xiang Xi tugged on his collar, turned around and walked along the street in the leeward direction.

"I don't know? Do you not know when the Chinese New Year is or where to go?" Mantou limped behind him.

In fact, Mantou's legs are not very lame, and it's just a little bit bumpy when he walks properly, but he is always willing to work hard to make bumps.

This looks more miserable. Mantou said that if he is caught, the victim may just soften his heart and let it go.

"I don't know." Xiang Xi didn't want to talk too much. First, he just opened his mouth to talk, and second, he didn't get any money for two days. If he didn't get any money tonight, he would have to hang out all night. He had to go back. Let Uncle Ping pack it into bacon.

Not in a good mood.

Walking along the street for a while, Xiang Xi turned a corner. He was not too familiar with this area, and he came here rarely. If he went further, it would not be Uncle Ping's territory. Going to this area would easily cause trouble.

But today I have to take some risks. The residential areas here are old, many have no properties, and some don’t even have walls, so it’s easy to get in and out.

I went around twice before several old residential buildings, and they were all broken battery cars, which was boring.

Finally, Xiang Xi stopped in front of a row of utility rooms.

Mantou didn't speak, went to look at several doors, stopped in front of one of the doors, took out a pair of pliers from his pocket, and broke the padlock on the utility room door with two strokes.

"Hey." Mantou yelled happily as soon as he opened the door.

There is a brand-new car inside, but it is locked firmly, and only the battery can be removed.

Xiang Xi looked around, then looked up at the upstairs behind him, all the doors were closed, and the light from the window made Xiang Xi feel an indescribable sense of loss.

How fucking hypocritical.

Mantou's skill in unloading the battery is not as good as Xiang Xi's, but Xiang Xi's hand was injured today, and it was because of his injury, so he had to take on the job.

Looking at the street lamp in the distance, which was not much brighter than a candle, Xiang Xi looked at Mantou's buttocks flickering at the door of the utility room, and his movements were too clumsy. The buttocks had been advancing and retreating for several rounds, and they hadn't finished it yet.

After waiting for another ten seconds, Xiang Xi couldn't stand it any longer, and was going to go over to change the steamed buns.

It's meal time now, and the north wind is blowing as badly as his dead father. Generally speaking, no one will come out, but Xiang Xi doesn't want to take risks. He hasn't eaten, and his body is completely frozen. He always feels that in case someone chases him , he will smash a lot of scum while running.

I just walked two steps forward, and the sound of footsteps came from the corridor behind. It sounded quite urgent, unlike the normal rhythm of going out.

"Let's go!" Xiang Xi didn't bother to think too much, went over to grab it, pulled the collar of the steamed bun, and ran towards the street.

"Catch the thief!" A man's voice sounded behind him, and the shout was full of anger, "Catch the thief!"

Xiang Xi didn't need to turn his head, he could tell just by his voice that this person must be solid, even if he was like himself, ten of them would not be enough for him to swing his arms.

"Chase! See if you can't kill him!" Another voice roared, "I didn't catch him yesterday, but I dare to come today!"

Hold!Xiang Xi staggered, there were actually two of them!

"Separate?" Mantou asked while running wildly.

"In a while." Xiang Xi said, turned his head and glanced, both of them were holding things in their hands.

This was not a random encounter, this was someone who watched from upstairs and chased him down with something.

According to this meaning, this broken ground was already swept once yesterday.

It's a bit of a fucking back.

Xiang Xi sighed when he heard Mantou's light and heavy footsteps behind him.

The terrain of these buildings is relatively high, and there is a large platform under the first floor. It takes several steps to get to the flat ground.

After the two turned around the side of the building, Xiang Xi suddenly slowed down, and pushed the steamed bun down to the platform, suppressing his voice: "You can leave later."

The steamed bun was pushed down by him like a sack.

Xiang Xi took a glance, the platform was not high, but if he squatted down, he could avoid it, so he started to run forward.

Although fighting and being beaten are not Xiang Xi's forte, but when running, the pursuers behind him persisted in chasing him to the street outside, and finally gave up.

Xiang Xi found a leeward corner, leaned against it and panted for a long time, and now he wasn't cold anymore, his body was covered with sweat, but his throat was dry and astringent.

"Damn it, you're fucking chasing him so hard without holding anything!" Mantou bumped into him at the street corner, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay." Xiang Xi glanced at him, probably rubbing against the ground when he was pushed down, there was a lot of dust on Mantou's face, he put his hands in his pocket, "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" Mantou spat on the ground, took out the cigarette case, looked at it, it was empty, he squashed the empty cigarette case with some displeasure, "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"No," Xiang Xi buried his head and walked forward, "Go get something to eat."

"Eat? Don't you want another one? Come back today?" Mantou patted the ashes on his trouser legs, "If we go back like this, we probably won't have a good life. When I came out today, I saw Uncle Ping's face Yeah... Hey, I said Xiao Zhan, why have you been so uninspired recently, and you haven't been like this before, it's not like you that you haven't opened for two days... There's nothing to talk about."

"Smoking?" Xiang Xi took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to Mantou.

"Hey!" He took out two steamed buns, pinned one to his ears, and lit the other, "Didn't you say there is no smoke?"

"I've talked too much, let's smoke a cigarette to rest my tongue," Xiang Xi said, "I've changed my style recently, can you cooperate?"

Xiao Zhan is the nickname given to Xiang Xi by Uncle Ping, when he was picked up.

Inside the quilt that wrapped him was a piece of paper that should have been written with his date of birth and surname. Uncle Ping named him Xiang Xi based on this surname.

Surnamed Xiang, I picked it up in the west.

He also gave him a nickname, saying it was a big show.

Xiang Xi didn't go to school, so he didn't know what Dazhan Hongtu meant. When he grew up, the fake blind man next door who cheated and played with women under the guise of fortune-telling explained the meaning of the word to him, and then he understood.

Had a good night.

Grand plans?

That should also be called a big exhibition.

Besides, what kind of pictures can a person like him display?

"Why don't you eat?" Mantou looked at Xiangxi while eating the rice bowl.

"I don't want to eat." Xiang Xi poked a few times into the rice with his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and put it down again.

"Did you just have a stomachache from the wind?" Mantou frowned, "Why don't you change to porridge, drink porridge to nourish your stomach."

"It's okay, I'll eat yours." Xiang Xi leaned against the wall, and it wasn't a panacea, he could feed himself after a drink.

He looked out of the window, separated by two layers of glass and the air above, the already dark street scene outside was like a ghost film, only blurred light spots and dark shadows remained.

"Xiao Zhan," Mantou ate with his head down for a while, put down his chopsticks, and looked at Xiang Xi, "Just now...thanks, you are really kind."

Xiang Xi picked up the corner of his mouth and smiled: "Don't get too involved, I'm not for you."

The steamed bun made no sound, picked up the chopsticks and continued to eat.

"You're running too slowly, I'm going to drag you, I'm sure you won't be able to run away." Xiang Xi took a sip of hot tea, feeling like someone was scratching his stomach with a blunt knife.

"You...you can say so if you want to say so," Mantou chuckled twice, "Then why don't you come down and hide together, you have to lure people away?"

"Did your brain get rubbed by skateboard shoes?" Xiang Xi sighed, clenched his hands into fists against his stomach, "As soon as you turn around and see that both of them are gone, you will know in a second that you must hide under the table Well, with a brain like yours, it's not easy to keep you in the second set."

Er Pan is Uncle Ping's sworn brother, and Mantou is his man.

When Mantou heard Erpan's name, his face immediately turned a little ugly.

Uncle Ping is the boss, and the second set listens to Uncle Ping most of the time, but he is ruthless, with black hands, and Mantou's legs were broken by the second set, and it was almost useless, and Mantou was afraid of the second set.

But just like steamed buns, Xiang Xi is afraid of Uncle Ping. Uncle Ping has a round face and smiles when he sees people. Find out his temper.

"Xiao Zhan," Mantou finished the meal in front of him silently with a sullen face, "I have something to tell you."

"Don't tell me," Xiang Xi stood up, took his coat and turned to leave, "I don't want to hear it."

Xiang Xi has never seen Mantou's expression before. He knows that Mantou must have something important to say, but he doesn't want to know that Mantou's important matter can only be related to Uncle Erpanping. If he knows, he will only let himself get in trouble.

"I'm almost suffocating," Mantou grabbed his hand, "I just want to tell someone."

"You told me now," Xiang Xi stared at his face, "I will tell Erpan when I get back."

"I'm leaving," Mantou gritted his teeth, said the words, then let go, and leaned back on the chair, "Go talk to Erpan."

Don't talk about it, let's talk about it, according to Xiang Xi's temper, he can come up and beat him from a tablet to a flip in a second.

But Xiang Xi didn't move, he still stared at him, and after a few seconds, he squeezed out a sentence: "I'll fuck your mother."

Mantou is different from Xiang Xi. Xiang Xi was picked up by Uncle Ping for a few months and has been hanging around with him until now. Mantou was brought back by Er Pan when he was seven or eight years old.

Erpan met when he went to the south for a "business trip". When he first arrived, Xiang Xi couldn't understand what Mantou said.

It's not abduction. Mantou insisted that he ran away from home, and once firmly stated that he never wanted to go home.

"Are you tired of living?" Xiang Xi sat back on the chair.

"I can't take it anymore," Mantou bit his lip, rolled up his sleeves a little excitedly, picked up his trouser legs, and slapped his arms and legs, "How many injuries? Don't say you don't know, I I don’t even know, if I stay any longer, I’ll fucking die!”

Xiang Xi narrowed his eyes and didn't say a word. Everyone had a lot of injuries. Mantou hadn't said to leave for so many years, so it's impossible to leave now because of this.

"I want to go back to the south," Mantou poured out a cup of tea and took a sip, "I want to go home."

Xiang Xi raised his eyebrows, the words of steamed buns made him feel a little unbelievable and surprised, and he almost forgot to put the raised eyebrows back in place.

"I know you don't believe it, and I don't believe it if I change it. I dare to run by myself. If the second set finds me, I will die, and I have no money to run..." Mantou's voice was very low, and when he said this, he raised his eyes and looked at Xiang Xi. , with sparkling eyes, "But now I have money."

Xiang Xi didn't speak.

"The second plate has 3 yuan in the house, I... know where it is." Mantou said.

Xiang Xi seemed to be stabbed by something, jumped up from the chair, grabbed his coat, turned around and walked out.

There were no people on the street, Xiang Xi planned to go ahead and take the subway.

Stretching his neck and walking for a while, a person came out of the supermarket in front of him. Xiang Xi took a look, then turned his head quickly, and Mantou was limping along a few meters behind him.

The man who came out of the supermarket was holding two bags in one hand and was talking on the phone in the other.

He didn't carry a bag, his pants were slim, and he could see that there was nothing in his pockets. The wallet was in the inner pocket of his coat, and because he had just come out of the heated supermarket, the zipper of his coat was not pulled.

Xiang Xi whistled at Mantou.

Mantou glanced forward, understood immediately, and limped over, shouting: "Hey, you idiot, wait for me! Go so fast!"

"You idiot, uncle..." Xiang Xi said, and walked quickly towards the man.

"Don't run away," Mantou ran over and threw himself on him in a stumbling manner, "Go drink!"

Following this momentum, Xiang Xi staggered and bumped into the man.

"I bought it, I bought it at the Jiekou supermarket," Cheng Boyan said to his mother while holding the phone, "I'll..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt someone bumped into him in front of him. Before he raised his eyes to see clearly, he was hit hard by someone's chest. He frowned: "Hey!"

"Tell you not to f*ck around!" The person who bumped into him yelled at the other, then turned his head and bent at him, "I'm sorry, brother, I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" Mom's voice came from the phone.

"No," Cheng Boyan let go of those two people, and continued to walk forward, "Someone hit me, I'll wait... wait, Mom, I'll call you later."

Cheng Boyan hung up the phone and fumbled in the inner pocket of his coat.

Sure enough, it was empty.

He turned his head, and the two people who bumped into him before were no longer in sight.

It was a miracle that a cripple could run so fast.

After standing there for a few seconds, Cheng Boyan continued to walk forward with his things in his hands, made several phone calls to report the loss of the bank card, and then his mother called again: "What's wrong?"

"Here we go in, just... was stolen." Cheng Boyan sighed.

"Stolen?" Mom was a little surprised.

"Well, just now." Cheng Boyan turned his head again, but no one was there.

"Put the ID card in the wallet again?" Mom sighed, "How many times have I told you not to put the ID card in the wallet?"

"I was wrong," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I want to use it today, so I let it go."

"Forget it, come here first," my mother didn't say any more, "Your grandma is waiting impatiently."

"Yeah." Cheng Boyan hung up the phone and zipped up his coat.

Xiang Xi opened the wallet, took out the money and counted it, it was more than 4000.

"Damn, pick up a big fish." Mantou sniffed aside.

Xiang Xi put all the money in Mantou's hand: "It's all yours."

"Xiao Zhan..." Mantou froze for a moment, but didn't take the money.

Xiang Xi stuffed the money into his pocket, turned around and walked forward: "Don't tell me about that, don't tell me what you like, I don't know anything."

"I didn't make you this friend for nothing." Mantou's voice suddenly choked with sobs.

"Who is your friend?" Xiang Xi frowned and looked back at him, "Don't be an idiot, okay?"

Going forward silently, Xiang Xi cleaned out the rest of the wallet, a few bank cards, which were useless, and an ID card, Xiang Xi took it out to look at it, Cheng was perfunctory.

What a broken name.

It's rare to see someone whose photo on his ID card can be regarded as a handsome guy, Xiang Xi clicked his tongue, and when he turned around the post office on the corner, he threw his ID card into the mailbox, and then threw all the cards in his wallet into the trash can.

The wallet is made of high-quality leather, and it is very new, so I kept it.

After taking two steps, he stopped again, Cheng Perfunctory?

Or Cheng Boyan?

Xiang Xi never went to school, and he learned his characters at the card table and pornographic books for fake blind people. He can remember the strokes of simple characters, but he can only memorize the shapes of complex characters.

Is it perfunctory or Boyan?

He turned around and walked back to the mailbox, scratched the mouth of the mailbox to look inside, and even reached out to dig inside.

"What are you doing?" Mantou looked at him inexplicably.

"Fuck," Xiang Xi walked around the mailbox twice and kicked, "Forget it, let's go."

Cheng Boyan.

Who would name a child perfunctory? It's too perfunctory.

Because of the income, the two took a taxi back.

"Zhaojiayao." Xiang Xi reported the address in the back seat.

The driver looked back at the two of them several times, and then added: "Only to the intersection."

"I know." Xiang Xi said impatiently.

Zhaojiayao is a village in the city, with a large site and excellent ability to hide dirt and evil. It is the most chaotic place in the city. Every day, all kinds of gangsters are dedicated to performing the drama of "I can't beat you to death".

Basically every time I take a taxi back, the driver will add this sentence, only to the intersection.

There is a white road sign at the intersection, with the name of the street on it, and a small blue sign below it, which says three words, strictly control the street.

The car stopped right in front of this sign, Xiang Xi opened the door and jumped out of the car.

He didn't know when the sign was erected, but it seemed to have no other purpose except to convey to everyone that this place was dangerous.

And it's not just this street, it should be renamed as Strict Control District.

Mantou gave the car fare, touched his pocket, and seemed to want to discuss with Xiang Xi about the division of the more than 4000 yuan in his pocket, but Xiang Xi ignored him, and said "don't touch the money in the second set" before turning around and walking in.

There are almost no street lights in Zhaojiayao, and all kinds of wires that criss-cross so much that they can almost cut the full moon into pieces seem to be just decorations. They are only illuminated by the lights from the seemingly endless illegal buildings on both sides, so they cannot be seen clearly. Those shadowy people on the corners of the street could occasionally hear shouts of curses and cries that suddenly raised their voices an octave from nowhere.

With this atmosphere, not to mention walking in, just taking a look at the intersection can scare many people.

Uncle Ping has two self-built two-story buildings in the center of the area, Zhaojiayao Dawali No. 17, and some shops and rental houses, all of which are illegal constructions.

Xiang Xi stayed at "home" for over ten years.

As soon as the narrow street is turned into, there is a feeling that the terrain is getting lower and lower, pulling people down all the way, and some people can't breathe.

When there were about ten meters away from No. 17, a short scream came from the platform on the second floor next to it, followed by a man's roar: "Fuck you!"

Before Xiang Xi raised his head, a thin figure flew out from the platform on the second floor, and fell heavily in front of Xiang Xi and Mantou.