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The train went all the way south, taking me into the southern coast of the motherland.

I made up a ticket to the terminal, then got off the train in Jiujiang, found a bank in Jiujiang, and took out all the money in the passbook, a total of 10,000+.Then I bought another sleeper bus ticket to Guangxi and continued on the road.

After going through this for a few days, I finally came to Lijiang, Yunnan.

Actually I don't know where to go.

But hear it's good here.

Ah Hai said.

When I first came here, I was careful every day.

I always worry that when I wake up one morning, I will find that someone is coming back to Beijing.But in fact nothing happened, my worries and fears slowly disappeared in the wear and tear of time.

I found an unremarkable small inn in Lijiang to live in, with only three rooms in total.The proprietress is very nice, and includes food and lodging for one hundred and fifty a day.I rent it for half a year.

Sometimes the guest rooms are full, so four people get together to play mahjong.

Some days are off-season, just me and the proprietress.We're just the two of us.

But most of the days there are three people, usually Dou Dizhu.

At night, I would go to those bars in Lijiang, and occasionally catch a guy to buy me a drink. Other than that, the nightlife was pure and messy.

I remember Ah Hai said he wanted to open a bar in Lijiang.If I have money, maybe I can buy a bar, or a hotel, and live in Lijiang until I die.It's a pity that after fumbling around in Beijing, the only valuable house can't be taken away.

So I often think of A Hai from the bar, and Chen Shi from the bar without money.Then I recalled Chen Xu, Tang Kun, and even Lin Yuqing.It made me feel that running away from Beijing was the most fucking correct decision in my life.But every time I eat the same dishes cooked by the proprietress, I still can't help but think of Chen Shi's delicious dishes.

I remembered the bowl of lean meat porridge that was hot on the stove that morning when I left Beijing.

I can't help but describe the taste and color of that bowl of porridge.

When my memory of Ah Hai and Chen Shi became similarly blurred, four months had passed, and it was almost the middle of 2009.

With the arrival of summer, there are more and more tourists in Lijiang.I'm tired of bars and proprietress meals.

Time is a terrible thing.

What it takes away is not only fear and anxiety, but more pain and vigilance.

So I hastily revised my plan to stay in Lijiang, bought a train ticket hastily, and decided to leave Yunnan, go to Dunhuang, and then go back to my hometown.

In mid-June 2009, the train took me out of Lijiang and arrived in Lanzhou after more than 6 hours of meandering and crawling.After settling down in a small hotel, I decided to eat a bowl of Lanzhou noodles first, and then find a few travel agencies to learn about going to Dunhuang.When I walked downstairs to the hotel at night, I saw Chen Xu sitting in the lobby of the hotel from a long distance away.

I didn't recognize him at first.

He was wearing a military uniform, with a military cap on his knees, sitting upright, with his eyes slightly closed, with a calm expression.

This is different from the one I have seen most of the time.In the past, he was always so noisy, as if he would not be quiet until the sky fell.

But when I got closer, he seemed to have noticed something, opened his eyes suddenly, looked at me, and shot straight through the glass of the hotel door.I felt a sudden jump in my heart, and the sixth sense that emerged from nowhere suggested that something was wrong.

He hurriedly turned around to run, but was stopped by two soldiers.They were not polite at all, they escorted me into the hotel, walked past Chen Xu, went upstairs and entered the room.

One minute later, Chen Xu opened the door and came in.He signaled the two soldiers to go out, then closed the door, turned around and gave me a cold smile.

"You should stay in Lijiang well and not run around," he said.

At this moment, Chen Xu really looked like his father.

I sat on the bed, looked at him, thinking in confusion.

"You know I'm in Lijiang?" I couldn't help asking.

Chen Xu smiled again: "You don't need passbooks and credit cards, you buy multiple train tickets to confuse people, and you get off the train and go elsewhere. Xiao Li, you know anti-tracking techniques very well. But it's not difficult to find you. After all, you can be tracked except for your behavior. , your thinking pattern is also traceable.”

My mind was in a state of confusion again.

This Chen Xu is too unlike Chen Xu.I have never heard Chen Xu speak so logically, nor have I seen his cold expression and breath.He was like a fusion of Chen Xu and Chen Shi.

"Not only do I know where you are, Chen Shi also knows where you are. It has always been." He said.

"Then, why didn't you come to arrest me?"

He laughed "ha", put the military cap on the coffee table, and spread his hands: "You think you are valuable enough that we need to catch you with great fanfare?"

There was a sting in his words.

So I had no choice but to remain silent.

Chen Xu didn't stop, and continued: "You really should take it with you in Lijiang, Xiao Li. This is Lanzhou, and it's Liu Junjun's territory. From the first minute you set foot on the Lanzhou, I can't turn a blind eye. Chen Shi But very dear you..."

Such a tone is really uncomfortable, I couldn't help frowning: "Chen Xu, how long are you going to vomit, after all, he is your father—"

"Don't say he's my dad!" Chen Xu's coldness was suddenly broken, and he said these words in a voice of gnashing his teeth, as if tearing flesh and blood. "Don't say he's my dad." He repeated it again, with a ferocious expression that made one's heart tremble. After a while, he calmed down, looked up at me, and said word by word, "I don't Not his son."