Flower World

July [-], Harbin.

In the evening, He Dianying was walking along the Songhua River in a leisurely manner wearing a shirt and trousers.A cool breeze blows across the water, he held an ice cream cone in his hand, the ice cream melted and overflowed, he licked it in circles, and sat down on the bench by the bank.Staring at a Japanese geisha passing by in front of him, he looked at him endlessly with interest, thinking that the other party looked like a colorful little noodle man.

Just at this moment, a slap hit his shoulder.Turning around suddenly, he saw a smiling face.

"Oh!" He covered his chest and sighed urgently: "Sen Yuan, you f*cking scared me!"

The so-called "Senyuan" is Senyuan Shigeru, the nephew of Senyuan Zhenren.At the end of last summer, he was entrusted by his uncle to escort He Dianying and Li Zhencheng all the way out of the customs.He Dianying is aimless, as long as he leaves Tianjin, it doesn't matter where he goes.Hearing that Shigeru Mori had already done something in Harbin, he and Li Zhencheng followed suit.

Mori Yuanmao is in his 30s, with a crew-shaved head, a simple and honest appearance, and speaks Northeast dialect.Looking at He Dianying with a smile, he said, "You have to treat me to a good meal tonight."

He Dianying looked him up and down: "Why?"

Senyuan Mao: "I have found you a chance to make a fortune, and it will be cheaper for you to treat you!"

He Dianying smiled: "Senyuan, your own broken mine is about to stop working, and you can still find me a chance to make a fortune? Could it be that you want me to pay for the shares?"

Senyuan Shigeru hugged his arms to his chest, and let out a sinister laugh with a kind expression: "Hey, I won't tell you yet, I'll talk about it after I enter the restaurant!"

Crossing a road from the riverside is Central Street.At this moment, the lights are just coming on, and there are many shops on the street, which is very bustling and lively.Although He Dianying has been sitting on nothing for the past year, he has a lot of savings and can still maintain it.Led Senyuan Mao into a restaurant, he ordered a table of expensive dishes, let Sen Yuanmao eat half full, and then stretched out his chopsticks to clamp the other's chopsticks: "Okay, okay, it's almost time to stop." Come on, tell me about your chance to make a fortune first?"

Senyuan Mao put down his chopsticks, leaned forward across the table and said, "He Jun, you will understand this opportunity as soon as I tell you."

"Say!"

Sen Yuanmao stared at He Dianying, and said four words in a low voice: "Import labor!"

He Dianying blinked and blinked, and it took three seconds before she answered: "Oh..."

After saying "Oh", he smiled suddenly: "Oh..."

Lowering his eyes calmly, he raised his glass with a smile and took a sip of sake.A geisha arrived slowly at this time, but just after entering the door, he waved her out.

The sliding door of the room was closed again, He Dianying leaned his elbows to the edge of the table, tilted his body and raised an eyebrow at Mori Yuanmao: "Come on, let's talk in detail."

A secret conversation in the restaurant led to He Dianying's new career.The Northeast has the most fertile black land in Asia, forest coal mines, soybean sorghum.However, there are few people.

Senyuan Mao owns a small coal mine near Harbin.After dealing with labor traffickers several times, he suddenly realized that it is better to sell people directly than to buy people to dig coal.

He has no influence in North China, and Mori Mori is just an unprofessional uncle, so He Dianying has become his only available partner-although this guy has caused a lawsuit in Tianjin and is wanted, but Bai Zu The worm, dead but not stiff, he ran away, but his disciples and grandchildren are still there.

Mori Yuanmao has been in China for fifteen or sixteen years, and he knows the status of "Master" in the gang very well.He is very confident in He Dianying's ability.

He Dianying went home at night, pushed Li Zhencheng out of bed, and told what he saw and heard tonight.Li Zhencheng has always been obedient to his words, naturally there is no difference.After washing his face and packing his bags, Li Zhencheng rushed to the train station after dawn, intending to buy a ticket and sneak back to Tianjin, so as to contact all the brothers who had hidden in the countryside.

Li Zhencheng was cautious all the way, because he didn't know the situation in the city, so he got off the train at the penultimate station ahead of time, and didn't go to Tianjin Wei at all.

The penultimate stop was Wen County. After entering Wen County, he continued to go to the countryside. He was like a drop of water flowing into the sea, flowing around silently.Of course, the subtle undercurrents hundreds of miles away will not disturb the big fish in Tianjin Weili.When he met the little old nine who had a broken arm, Song Yichen was sitting on the table in the office of Yaoguang Hotel, discussing Yu Zhiyao's leg with Zhang Zhaoxiang.

"Second Lord's leg, that's what happened—" Song Yichen gestured to Zhang Zhaoxiang: "The length is the same, so it can't be considered lame. But, it hurts when it hits the ground, so I dare not use force."

Zhang Zhaoxiang hesitated for a moment, not quite sure if what he said was appropriate: "If it can't be raised well, it's better than a cripple like me. I won't delay walking!"

Song Yichen raised his hand and scratched his short hair at the side of the temple, and by the way, glanced at Zhang Zhaoxiang up and down, and said lightly, "You're okay, you're not very lame."

Yu Zhiyao didn't know that someone would talk about his injured leg, so he sat alone on the bed in the bedroom, enjoying himself in the bright sunshine.

The sleeves of the snow-white shirt were unbuttoned and loosely rolled up to the elbows.He held up a glass medicine bottle with his left hand, and he was intently observing the two little black ants in the bottle.The little black ants all have round heads, thin waists and big bellies. When they meet, they touch their antennae as a way of saying hello.He unscrewed the bottle cap to release one, and he let the ants crawl on his hands.

He has already vaguely guessed his physical condition - he probably won't be able to return to his previous appearance, even though he wasn't considered healthy before.

The warm air blowing in from the wide open windows is a kind of lukewarm softness.The light-colored curtains on both sides fluttered with the wind, and a golden bee flew in and circled around, then buzzed and escaped to look for flowers.Yu Zhiyao raised his arms high and wide, and saw the little black ants marching rapidly on his arms.Looking at the silhouette of the little black ant, he found that every hair on his body was a thorn in the way of the little black ant.

Seeing that the little black ant was about to crawl into the cuff again, he raised his right hand tremblingly, carefully pinched the ant and put it back into the bottle.

He is not lonely, and the ants are also his companions.

In the evening, he insisted on going downstairs alone, sitting on the sofa, reading a newspaper and smoking a cigar.Feng'er moved a small bench and sat aside, holding a pencil and doing homework with a sad face.Sighing and writing the title on the notebook, she whispered to herself, "My family."

Her family is different.The violent and rough father is too lazy to mention, and the uncle is the most good man in the world, which is worth mentioning, but the status in her heart is too high, so she dare not write it lightly.Suddenly, she had an idea, and she leaned forward and poked Yu Zhiyao's calf with the pen, and called softly, "Uncle!"

Yu Zhiyao turned to look at her: "Huh?"

Feng'er asked earnestly, "Does the dumb uncle have a name? The master wants us to finish a composition tonight. I want to write a story about the dumb uncle planting flowers!"

Yu Zhiyao smiled, and replied gently: "The mute has a name. His surname is Su, and his name is Su Ruyuan."

After uttering these three words, he felt a strange strangeness out of thin air—he thought that among the millions of people in the world, he was probably the only one who remembered the name of the mute, Su Ruyuan.

Putting down the newspaper and taking Feng'er's pencil, he wrote these three words in the blank space of the newspaper.The right hand is very weak, and the writing is staggered.Feng'er stared at his strokes, and at the same time read the words aloud.

It was difficult for Feng'er to write, and she didn't finish until late at night.But Yu Zhiyao was suffering from insomnia, and would rather sit by the side and accompany her silently.It wasn't until Feng'er yawned and packed up the pens and papers and went back to his room to sleep that he yelled: "Mute!"

The mute hurried into the living room, trying to help him upstairs to rest.His eyes suddenly swept to the newspaper on the coffee table, he stopped and recognized his name.

Picking up the newspaper and reading it carefully again, he raised his head to look at Yu Zhiyao, and at the same time opened his mouth and let out a soft "ah".

Yu Zhiyao wanted to explain, but felt it was unnecessary.The mute looked at him, and he looked at the mute.The mute's dark eyes lit up little by little, and there was a faint joy on his face; while Yu Zhiyao had cold eyebrows, staring at the mute like a fighting cock.

The mute put down the newspaper, stepped forward suddenly, bent over to hug him, and kissed him on the cheek again—when they were children, he often expressed his affection to Yu Zhiyao like this.

However, Yu Zhiyao struggled impatiently in his arms, and at the same time scolded: "Don't touch me!"

Sure enough, the mute let go of his hand immediately.He vigorously helped Yu Zhiyao up from the sofa, with a smile still in his eyes.

Yu Zhiyao stayed up all night, playing with ants with the lights on.Playing like this until early in the morning, he accidentally crushed the two ants to death.

Lying down with no taste, he tilted his head and looked down, and saw a small tent - the lifeblood was warm and swelled into a mallet, and the towel was lifted straight up.He has lived an abstinent life for too long, and he has often been in turmoil recently, but it is a pity that there is no suitable candidate around him.Maybe I should find another person to put beside me, but who should I find?What kind of one do you want?

Yu Zhiyao couldn't figure it out.He now feels that everyone's words are tasteless, and they are not as cute as little black ants.