Chase the train

This city is small, but no matter how small it is, there will be a relatively prosperous small area, where the lights are brightly lit, and the light flows on the river, which looks unreal and dreamy.Across a river, there is the city that never sleeps, and here is the urban-rural fringe with few lights.

There are lights on on the small roof, and a small string of lights hanging here is unknown in what year and month. It must have been pulled out by Lao Zhao from a trash can downstairs.It can be seen that romance has nothing to do with the type of work, and the old man who picks up scraps is also very good at playing.

The iron railing on which her arms were supported trembled, and there was a rumbling sound behind her. She turned her head and saw the numb faces in the windows of the cars that flashed past.Maybe it wasn't numbness either, just as if the soul had slipped out of the body, leaving nothing but the shell.She raised the soda can in her hand, respecting those indifferent shells flying thousands of miles, then raised her head and drank it clean at the last moment when the train left, and threw it back.

After a while of tinkling, it touched the water-logged trash can and scattered a group of resting flies.

"Damn! Consumption ghost, die early and be reborn early!" Someone cursed, and a stone stirred up waves, and the whole building boiled.

Song Shi likes to listen to these voices, old and young, the living and the half-dead. Only at such times can this dilapidated building show some other kind of vitality.

With a happy smile on her face, she lowered her head and broke off a piece of mud from the foam box where Lao Zhao planted green onions next to her, and threw it towards a window that made a sound, with a "pop".

"Shut up the fuck! Go to sleep!"

"You little immortal, break the glass and pay three times!"

The smile on Song Shi's face deepened, he looked up and found a star that was not very bright, and shouted: "Good night!"

"Good night."

Good night, world, good night, railroad tracks, good night, Song Shi.

Song Shi was still awake when the glass was knocked, and when he opened his eyes, he was full of irritability.

"Stop fucking knocking."

"It's me, when is this going to pay you back?" Hearing her voice, the young boy at the window exhaled.

Song Shi casually touched something in his hand and threw it over, "Get lost."

Ten minutes later, Nan actually sat in the living room.

It is said to be the living room, but it is actually just a small space next to the bed. There is an old wooden table and two plastic stools.

The [-]-square-meter house has a rectangular structure without any partitions in the middle. There are two front and rear windows, and off-white cotton and linen curtains that are not very transparent are drooping conscientiously, making the room look a little dark.Nan Jing walked to the bed and pulled back the ancient curtain. The room was instantly shrouded in sunlight, dazzlingly bright.Outside the window were the staggered railroad tracks and the freshly green grass and trees. The February wind poured in without any hindrance, and Song Shi shivered from the cold, "Are you fucking busy? Come and bother me."

"I'm afraid no one will find your dead body at home, so let's take a look." Nan Jing walked to the table and picked out a small cube of unknown shape from a pile of wood residue, "What is this? Doraemon?"

Song Shi snatched the things back from his hand with an impatient look on his face.

Nan Jing was not angry at being treated badly, "Don't stay here all day, go out for a walk, get some fresh air, it's good for your health."

Song Shi raised his hand and pulled up his long hair.Her long hair, which was almost waist-length, was dyed the most taboo white color. Coupled with that excessively fair face, she would not be afraid of anyone she saw at first sight.She lowered her gaze, and snorted lightly mockingly: "Can it prolong life?"

"Don't be so utilitarian, okay, just make yourself happy..."

"Then do you want to make me happy now?" Song Shi raised her head and looked at him. Her pupils are naturally darker than others, and her eyes are always crazy, so that she has a good skin full of fragile feelings, but Always frightening, she is the lunatic used by the old railway bureau to scare children, "Cry again, cry again and call Song Shi to take you home!"

How awesome, you sister Song in the society can stop children from crying at night.

Nan Jing: "Huh?"

The corner of Song Shi's mouth raised slightly: "Get out, I can be happier."

Nan Jing: "...can you be a little more friendly to your only friend?"

"Bullshit friend."

"You are a girl, and you are so beautiful, why can't you be more civilized?"

"I can't fulfill the young master's wish," Song Shi got up, "I can barely complete the nine-year compulsory education, and my ideological awareness is really not high enough."

Nan actually knew her for more than half a year, but he still couldn't learn how to hold on to her mouth for 3 minutes.

"It's not that you don't want friends, you're just afraid of making friends, you're afraid of being concerned about yourself, you're afraid that you won't let go, but this world is inherently beautiful, and the desire to survive is not shameful, so there's no need for you to reject me like that."

Song Shi didn't even frown when he heard what he said, and calmly poured himself a glass of water, "Make friends? There are so many people in the world, so many poor people, why come to me to make friends? Young master, put away your superficial Sympathy, I have nothing to fear. But when you see my rotting corpse one day, you will know why I want you to stay away from me. Do you know what it will be like after death? Rotten and smelly, it will be covered with maggots, this face," she patted her own face, "isn't it beautiful? It will also be a pile of rotten meat..."

Nan couldn't listen anymore: "Song Shi!"

The culprit said calmly: "Why, are you scared? If you are afraid, don't run here anymore. Most of the good-looking things are not fun. Go and listen to what the old men and women downstairs have to say about me. Don't let your eyes get lost. mind."

Nan Jing, who has always been personable, finally slammed the door and left.

Song Shi sat in front of the small table, expressionless.Boys from good families who are wearing limited-edition sneakers should not appear here. This is a paradise for exiles, a hotbed for self-willed degenerates, and a place where both spirit and sex are incompatible with the outside world.

The curtains were blown up by the wind, the railway tracks outside were looming, and the old iron window frames framed the scenery that had not changed for decades, and the concept of time suddenly became blurred.

It's just that when she tried to think about the past, she couldn't construct a specific picture. She didn't know whether it was a masterpiece of time or a pathological symptom, but it was not a bad thing after all.

Another train passed by with great momentum, she got up and closed the window, grabbed a thin coat from the closet, and walked out of the house.

This house was bought by her grandfather when he was still working in the Railway Bureau. It was originally more than this big, and the two rooms next to it were exported by her father.The gambler's last kindness was probably to leave a place for his daughter.

As soon as I went out, I ran into Lao Zhao downstairs, "Someone called this morning to rent the vacant room next to you, and I rented it out."

Song Shi didn't care: "Say what to me."

"I saw you and let me know." Old Zhao limped and walked to the door, "It sounds like a young girl, maybe a student."

"None of my business."

Old Zhao looked at her idle back and shook his head helplessly.

The old railway bureau is located in the urban-rural fringe, sandwiched between the tangled railway tracks and the No. 20 Middle School in the city, desolate and messy.In fact, this was not the case here [-] years ago. At that time, the neighborhood was harmonious and there were many young people. The No. [-] Middle School of the city was still a school for children, and its grades were among the best in the city. Later, the railway bureau relocated and laid off employees. They also went to the municipal high schools in Jiangnan one after another, leaving only the oldest and the least ambitious.

Song Shi was born at that time.Her mother was the one who wanted to go out. She left after giving birth and never came back, and her father was a pauper who was idle until he went to prison.

At this time, at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School in the city, a group of students gathered in front of the telephone pole, puffing and puffing, laughing loudly from time to time, and the pedestrians around them detoured, speeding up their pace and looking contemptuously as they passed by.

Song Shi wore a hood, and her long white hair was scattered on her chest. Half of her face was covered under the hood, and her exposed lips were a little pale.

When they saw her, the group of boys dispersed automatically, but the expressions on their faces remained unchanged, and some even pushed and joking with each other. "Sister Song is here, let's go then."

Song Shi was a little annoyed by the smell of cigarettes, raised his hand and waved, and replied, "Yes."

A boy in the team brought a cup of milk tea and wanted to lean over, but hesitated for a moment, and took off his coat with one hand before stepping forward, "Do you want milk tea?"

Song Shi glanced at him, "Aren't you cold?

The boy smiled shyly: "The clothes smell of cigarettes."

The people next to him immediately hooked their shoulders and booed, and the boy pretended to kick him a few times before he stopped.He handed over the milk tea, "...it's still hot."

Song Shi looked down, but didn't answer, "I'm so tired." She actually likes sweet ones, but she just hates this kind of form.

"Oh..." The boy was a little disappointed, but he quickly adjusted, "Do you have time tomorrow? I recently appeared in a movie, which is very interesting."

"Let's see." She was a little annoyed, she didn't know why she accepted an invitation from a high school student, so that now she had to participate in such childish activities and conversations.

The boy knew that this was a dead end, so he didn't talk much, and walked quietly with her at the end.

In the hot pot restaurant, a group of underage high school students punched and persuaded them to drink as if they had been on hormones.At this time, the store is full of customers, there are young couples, some bring their families to celebrate their birthdays, and there are middle-aged men talking about their youth and bragging.There was an oil dish in front of Song Shi, but he didn't move his chopsticks much.

"Shall I get you a bowl of porridge?" The boy asked a little closer.

Song Yi nodded.

"Brother Long, drink! Are you being polite to your brother?"

Hearing this, the boy picked up the wine bottle, blew half of it, and got up, "Drink first, I'll get the porridge."

A group of boys started booing: "Yo Yo Yo, Brother Long is so kind to our sister-in-law!" "No way!"

Long Ye told them to shut up, and turned to look at Song Shi. The other party didn't seem to hear these words, but just looked aside in a daze.He followed her gaze and saw a family of three celebrating their child's birthday. The child was sitting on his father's body, making a wish with his eyes closed.The smile on his face slowly disappeared, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

Song Shi wasn't envious, she didn't have that much emotion, she was just unfamiliar with this kind of scene.Family, parents, and warmth are things she has never felt before. Her eyes are a little hot, but she still attributes the tingling and strange feeling in her heart to human curiosity.

The game didn't end until after nine o'clock in the evening, and it was already dark outside when he went out. Long Ye walked towards Song Shi amidst a burst of hissing, "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Song Shi was indifferent to the young shyness he showed, but nodded anyway.

Long Ye sent Song Shi downstairs. The aisle between the two buildings was not wide, and the street lights were flickering on and off. They stood facing each other.The ten o'clock train just passed by, and there was a rumble, and Song Shi saw him talking, but didn't hear what he said.

The young man looks clean, wearing a school uniform, his eyes are sincere and green, and the tips of his ears are red. It is not difficult to guess what he just missed.

He looked at Song Shi expectantly, but Song Shi shook his head, "Go back, don't come here again."

She walked up the stairs, and the darkness climbed up her shoulders in an instant, gradually covering her back.

"Song Shi!" Long Ye stood under the street lamp and called out, "I want to give you a home!"

Song Shi stopped in his tracks and looked back at him amusedly. The face that was so beautiful that it surprised her the first time she saw it was particularly eye-catching in the dark, but the mockery at the corner of his mouth almost pierced his eyes. Self-esteem, "Children, study hard and make progress every day."

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Opening a new article, this one shouldn’t be too long, but I’m not sure, in short, it’s not a very pleasing subject, and I didn’t expect how many people would read it. It’s just a while before I start the next article, Take it as a transition, use it to practice your hands, time is tight, change with the situation.Thank you for every little angel who clicked in, I will show my heart to you~ I love you!