I provoked you on purpose

The winter in Jinbei was unbearably cold, and the wind blew like a knife, stabbing his face one by one. Zhou Chong breathed a sigh of relief in his palm, and continued to hold the red cloth box in his hand to wrap.

It was his father who was holding it inside. The old man was afraid of pain, and he didn't want to suffer too much before he died. Zhou Chong held the urn like an eyeball all the way. He was afraid that if the old man fell, the old man would be so painful that he would climb up from the bottom look for him.

The old man's illness has not lasted for a day or two.

The cancer is at an advanced stage, and the doctor said that the bones are all black, and there is no way to save it.

The old man left home when he was young, and worked outside for half his life. When he was dying, the only thing he wanted was to go home.

But he still didn't come back. It was his son who took his ashes by train for more than 20 hours and traveled thousands of miles to bring him back.

After being in a daze for a month or two, Zhou Chong didn't know how he got here. He properly handled the old man's funeral, sold all the old man's shares, and embarked on the journey to Jinbei with his ashes in his arms.

Zhou Chong came to Jinbei for the first time.

This place is not as good as he thought, the air is cold, the place is poor, and everywhere is dusty.

The station is open-air, surrounded by yellow walls on three sides. A red sign is hung in front of the station, with the words station written in white spray paint. There are only a few broken green buses parked inside, carrying pocket bags The women from time to time yelled: "Yang County! Erwang Town! Go on the Nanli turn! The train will leave at the o'clock!"

"How much is it to go to Nanli?"

"How many people?"

"One."

"20 yuan per person." The ticket seller looked up at the child who was about to grow up: "Young man, the accent is not local, right? Why did you come to Jinbei alone?"

Zhou Chong raised his eyelids and ignored her, calmly took out a red 100 yuan bill from his wallet, and handed it to her.

"Yo! It's a hundred! Do you have any change? I'll see if I can find it here." The woman rummaged through her satchel, and finally found a handful of change notes and handed them to Zhou Chong: "Myself. Just a little bit, and halfway back, I found that the money is less, so you can't come back to me."

Zhou Chong still ignored her, put the money in his pocket, and walked directly to the back with the package in his arms.

There was no one in the car, the sparsely populated dozen or so seats were not filled, and the last row was occupied by four people. As soon as Zhou Chong arrived, he found that the last row was occupied by people, who were lying on the four seats in disorder. The whole person is a big character, and a pair of long legs are stretched out with no place to rest.

The man was wearing a gray turtleneck sweater and an army green overcoat wrapped around it. On the thirty-ninth day, he was wearing a pair of washed white jeans and a pair of shiny sneakers underneath!

The upper body is experiencing a harsh winter, but the lower body is like spring in March. Even the most cutting-edge models are not as daring as he is to casually match them!

He was looking up, but he couldn't see his face. A magazine was covering his face horizontally, and the back of the miscellaneous books and periodicals was printed with girls in cool clothes, and the flesh on his chest almost jumped out through the book cover.

Mess!

Zhou Chong frowned, the car had already started, and the wobble made it difficult to stand, so he had to sit in front of that person.

Zhou Chong, who was dangling in the car, felt sick, and the unpleasant smell of engine oil passed through the air and spread to the tip of his nose, making people nauseous.

He hugged the urn in his arms tightly, and lay down on it with his eyes closed, as if lying on his stomach would be much better.

"boom!"

Zhou Chong was awakened by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. He opened his eyelids and was relieved to make sure that the urn was still in his arms.

Looking up to the side, a man in his 40s was lying on the ground, and the footprints on the black padded jacket were very obvious.

There is also a long, retracted long leg that did not come at the back, and the white sneakers on the feet are still up in the air, revealing some bare feet. The skin is very white, but it is blue from the cold.

"doing what!"

"What are you doing! Why kick me!"

"Stinky boy! Are you looking for death!"

The man got up from the ground, raised his fist viciously, and was about to hit him behind!

Those pale blue feet moved again.

"Bang!" The strength of this kick was a bit harsh, and it kicked on the man's heart, making him unable to get up for a while, clutching his heart and yelling non-stop.

"Does it hurt?" A light and fluttering voice came from behind, the voice was smoky and hoarse, but it was very soft, but the words that came out were not so gentle.

"There are more painful ones, do you want to try?"

The man lay on the ground shaking his head like a rattle.How could he have thought that he would encounter a thorn today!

It's really a bad start, a bad start!

"If you dare to stretch out your hand again, don't even think about it." The white and blue foot was put down.

Zhou Chong watched the man lying on the ground run towards the front door, touched his pocket, and looked at half of the money that was taken out, and only then did he know what was going on.

Is this a pickpocket?

"Brother, why pay so much money for a ticket? Are you stupid? You have a lot of tickets in your wallet, are you being targeted now? Believe it or not, if it weren't for me, you would have been stolen Not even a pair of pants left!"

The person behind him turned on the voice, his voice was still soft, but the words he said were extremely rude, which made people feel a little harsh, and the good voice was ruined by the words he spoke.

"Oh, what's the matter with you?"

Zhou Chong raised his eyelids, his tone was still indifferent, he turned his head and looked at the person behind the seat.

This time, there is no pornography to cover his face, and a pretty good-looking face is revealed. He has a cropped cut, fair skin, slightly raised eyebrows, narrow and narrow eyes, a straight nose, and tight lips. Bo, there is a small mole on the right side of the tip of his chin, and the corner of his mouth is curled up like a smile, but the smile froze on his face.

"Fuck!"

"What did you say? Did I not catch you?"

Obviously, Zhou Chong's attitude made that person doubt himself a little.

"It was I who helped you. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't even have any pants left."

"Hey, is this your attitude towards your benefactor?"

The slanted eye ends were finally gone, and the smirk was gone. There was a feeling of doubting life. Those bright black eyes kept staring at Zhou Chong's face, as if he wanted to see Zhou Chong's face from above. order something.

However, Zhou Chong disappointed him.

"have a finger in the pie!"

After saying the four words, Zhou Chong turned his head and continued to lie on the urn. After being tossed about, he felt like throwing up even more.

The car drove all the way to Nanliguai, and it took about 10 minutes, wobbly, and almost shook Zhou Chong's stomach.

As soon as he got out of the car with the ashes in his arms, he was stopped by someone before he could find a place to vomit.

Black sweater, army coat, jeans, white sneakers, Zhou Chong has only seen such a messy outfit on one person.

"stop."

"The one in the black coat is just you! Stand there and don't move!"

"Hey, did I let you go?"

The man was clutching his pockets with his hands, and his cropped hair was chilling in the cold wind, his eyebrows and eyes were also chilling, and his thin lips were turning purple from the cold.

Zhou Chong ignored him and continued to walk forward with his head buried. He had to find a place to vomit for a while.

"Fuck!"

The man behind seemed angry.

The sound of the coat flapping in the wind could be heard from several meters away.

Zhou Chong still didn't even turn his head, and there wasn't even a trash can in this place. The rolling in his stomach was so unbearable that Zhou Chong simply vomited it out while leaning against the electric pole beside him.

"vomit……"

As soon as the man put his feet on the ground, Zhou Chong spit out his shoes, and an indescribable smell filled the air instantly on the shiny white sneakers.

The man froze.

"I...Fuck!"

"Do I have a grudge against you?"

He grabbed Zhou Chong's collar, his eyes seemed to spew fire.

"vomit……"

Seeing that Zhou Chong was about to vomit again, he quickly raised his hand and pushed the person aside, like a hot potato, refusing to take a step towards Zhou Chong.

"Go, go, go...don't come here! Don't move! Stay away from me!"

"Are you a sick child?"

"Is he still a man who can throw up so badly in a car?"

The man bent down, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and gently wiped off the things on the pair of white sneakers!

"It's disgusting!" The man frowned, and threw the piece of paper far away in disgust.

Turning his eyes and turning his head, he saw Zhou Chong, who had finished vomiting, holding on to the telephone pole, staring at him flickeringly, his eyes were quite unfriendly.

"What are you looking at? Are you going to fight?"

"Hey! You vomited all over me, and I haven't settled the debt with you yet! Grandpa is really on fire!"

He just bought these shoes, so they were soiled like this, and he is not so depressed in his heart!

"Oh." Zhou Chong's eyes darkened. "Since we're all in trouble, let's fight."

"Damn it, I can't stop talking!"

"It's not long-winded!" Zhou Chong shook his neck, threw the backpack aside, put the urn in his hand on the backpack, and punched the man with his fist.

"Ha! What are you talking about!" What he hated the most in his life was when people called him his mother! "You vomited me! I haven't done anything yet, but you got angry first! Something is wrong!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Chong called up.

Zhou Chong's strikes were ruthless, he had learned martial arts and Sanda, and they were all ruthless moves, but he was useless, so he just held the man by the collar and greeted him.

The fist landed on the thick military coat, but it didn't hurt much.He just wanted to vent, and he needed to find someone to vent his depressed mood for several months, as if he had to find an outlet and release.

However, releasing does not mean beating people to death!Zhou Chong hasn't reached that point of insanity yet.

As soon as the man saw Zhou Chong moved his hand, he was not polite, he raised his foot and kicked up, the pair of sneakers pressed Zhou Chong to kick, his ankles were quite thin, but he kicked people with great strength.

The two of you kicked, and I punched, and they scuffled like this. Zhou Chong hit hard, and the man kicked long. Nothing happened to the two of them.

"Stop, stop! Hit the fart! The fist is limp, have you tried hard!"

"It's like playing with a child!" The man retracted his feet, sneered, his eyebrows and eyes were bent, and the tip of his chin twitched to the side. "My father won't fight with you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chong raised his hand and punched him again, hitting his heart, but it wasn't heavy, and probably didn't hurt too much.

"Stop! I'll give you a punch! If you hit again, I'll do it. It's too late for you to find someone to cry!"

The man patted the dirt on the military coat, looked at Zhou Chong, and then at the red cloth parcel beside him.