Reservoir Dogs

The fruit knife was faintly hot in his clothes.

Fu Jingsan's car stopped in front of Ye Zi, he frowned tightly, as if he was looking for trouble with a woman, and said after a short speech: "Get in the car!"

Ye Zi shook her head: "No more."

"Wait for the police to come..." "I know, killing people pays their lives, it's justified." She said so, raising her hand to wipe the blood on her face.

Those bloodstains not only failed to be wiped off, but were blurred and became bigger.

Ye Zi unhurriedly took out the cigarette case from the bag, and as soon as he opened it, he found that it was empty.She looked at Fu Jingsan, and smiled softly: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

Fu Jingsan spoke with difficulty: "...Yes."

"Give me one."

The two stood there with the corpse at their feet, but no one took a second look.The nearby diners fled in all directions, fearing that they would be involved in the murder case; even Liu Zekai's cronies didn't dare to come up and question him.

They both smoked in silence, neither of them opening their mouths.

When the police car came over, Fu Jingsan said again: "It shouldn't be you..."

"Is there anything wrong with it?" Ye Zi said, "I said before, if he treats Jing Yi badly, I will kill him.... I will do what I say."

Fu Jingsan raised his eyes to look at him, and for a moment felt like he was looking in a mirror.

There is no difference between what he wants to do and what Ye Zi wants to do, but he is a step behind.It was hard for him to say if this was Ye Zi's deliberate arrangement, and he asked in a low voice amidst the sirens, "Is it because I was afraid that I would do something..."

"Fu Jingsan, what do I have to do with you? It doesn't matter, don't be sentimental, just get out!"

He remained motionless, waiting for the police car to stop beside him and Ye Zi, and then they were taken away together.

Ye Zi confessed to her criminal facts, and repeatedly stated that she had nothing to do with Fu Jingsan.

In fact, the police were able to find a large number of witnesses as soon as they investigated, confirming that the young man had indeed arrived at the scene after the murder.Fu Jingsan was naturally released. Before leaving, he asked to see Ye Zi again, but he ruthlessly rejected it.

Fu Jingsan naturally thought of Lao Li - he only knew that murder would lead to imprisonment, but he didn't know the details.

From Lao Li, he asked a lot of answers. Ye Zi committed murder on purpose, and imprisonment is inevitable; because of her surrender, she may be given a lighter sentence, and she may be released in 15 or 20 years.All he can do is find a better lawyer for Ye Zi.

When looking for Lao Li, Fu Jingsan turned on his mobile phone, and Huo Yunjiang's unread text messages and missed calls almost blocked his mobile phone.He read them all, but didn't answer a single word.

Fu Jingsan didn't know if he hadn't recovered from the blow, or if he was avoiding the matter about Huo Yunjiang and his wife.

Huo Yunjiang said he missed him, said he wanted to see him, and asked him why he turned off his phone and why he didn't reply to the message.

The latest one was a day ago, as if the other party gave up and continued to look for him, and no more text messages have been sent since then.

The content of that text message is very simple: wait for me.

Fu Jingsan couldn't answer.

From his sister's sudden death to Ye Zi's arrest for killing Liu Zekai, it took only two weeks.

Life is an unpredictable torrent, coming suddenly; he is a boat without sails and oars, and he doesn't know where he will go in the future...what to say.

But he was indeed waiting.

He was vaguely waiting for the dust to settle, and he was also waiting for himself to come out of the great sadness that almost killed him.To put it ironically, he didn't think about saving himself at all, he just followed the development blankly, running around day and night to help Ye Zi, trying to do something for her.

He failed to make any struggle before his sister died, so he plunged into Ye Zi's matter-Fu Jingsan knew very well in his heart that he just wanted to find an excuse to forgive himself.

Forgive the self who was having fun by the man's side when my sister died, forgive the self who didn't hear anything on the phone, forgive the self who broke the principle because of love and didn't hint to go to the temple to fulfill his wish.

It's just that no one stipulates that working hard will be useful. Fu Jingsan has almost memorized the criminal law over and over again. He has talked with lawyers countless times, but nothing has changed.

One month after Liu Zekai's death, he received Ye Zi's money; at the end of the third month, the case was finally pronounced, and Ye Zi would face 20 years in prison.

On the day when he heard the news, Fu Jingsan was drunk alone at the pier.

He loves to laugh when he's drunk, and he finds everything funny when he sees it. After wandering around the pier for a while, he walks unconsciously to Fallen Street.No one will always remember that there was a tragic death on this street, and Fallen Street is still as lively, full of laughing men and women everywhere.

Fu Jingsan mixed into it without violating harmony.

He carried the beer bottle from the street to the end of the street, but he couldn't find his sister's milk tea stand after searching for a while.Tired of searching, he simply sat down on the curb at the end of the alley, covered his eyes and tried to remember where the milk tea stand was; when he finally thought of it half an hour later, he suddenly remembered that his favorite sister no longer needed to sell milk tea. .

She is dead.

Fu Jingsan's eyes were red, she gritted her teeth but couldn't stop the tears.

He missed the time when his sister was still selling milk tea here. At that time, he was a boy who thought he had experienced the sufferings of the world, but was actually shielded by his sister.At that time, he and Huo Yunjiang were exploring the way of loving each other, experiencing the taste of love in a delicate balance.

His shoulders were trembling, like every man who got drunk because he couldn't bear the pressure of life, he still couldn't forget the pain in his heart when he was drunk.

"...can you give me the wine bottle?" After an unknown amount of time, a female voice suddenly sounded very close to him.

Fu Jingsan had a splitting headache, but he heard it very clearly.

He slowly raised his head, and in front of him was a thin girl of twelve or thirteen years old.She was a little shy, and after saying that, she looked at him timidly, as if she was afraid that he would suddenly go crazy with alcohol.

Fu Jing looked at the person from top to bottom dully with three eyes - patched trousers, obviously ill-fitting shoes; the girl was dragging a dirty sack, and the other hand was holding a little boy.The boy looked only four or five years old, let her lead him, silent and well-behaved.

His hand moved, and there was a sound of water in the wine bottle.

"It's fine if you haven't finished drinking..." The girl quickly whispered, "I'm sorry..."

"Wait," he said, "I'll give it to you when I'm done drinking. There's not much left."

Yue Mo's words were too strange, doubts flashed across the girl's face, she didn't know whether she should agree or not.

He closed his eyes hard, and his mind was a little clearer, but he was still drunk.He picked up the bottle and took another swig, and said, "Is that your brother?"

"Mmm, um..." The girl nodded timidly.

"...Why did you bring your brother with you when you came out to pick up the bottle?"

"At home, no one at home takes him..."

"Where are your parents?"

"We only have mother," the girl said, her eyes dimmed. "Mom works at night and has no time to care about us..."

"Are you poor, do you want money?"

"..."

Fu Jingsan smiled self-deprecatingly: "I definitely want money, and if I have money, I don't need to come out to pick up bottles."

As he spoke, he fumbled for the wallet from his pocket, took out all the large bills inside, and stuffed them into the girl's hand: "Here you are."

It was obvious that the girl wanted to pick it up.I don't know how many bottles she would have to pick up to exchange that wad of money.But she hadn't reacted yet, but the child did it first - he suddenly raised his hand and hit Fu Jingsan on the wrist: "Don't want other people's money!"

"You can't do this!" the girl reprimanded.

"Sister, I want to go home..."

"I'm going home right away. We'll go home when this uncle finishes drinking."

Fu Jingsan's hand was still between him and the girl, motionless.

I don't know how many people in the world are struggling to survive in misery like him, and I don't know how many older brothers and sisters are desperate to support their younger siblings.Fu Jingsan looked at her, watched her hold her brother's hand tightly, and suddenly started to choke up: "Are you suffering?"

The girl froze for a moment and said, "It's not bitter."

"You are clearly suffering."

"It's not bitter," she shook her head. "It's bitter when you're picking up bottles, but it's not bitter when you're selling them."

Fu Jingsan wiped away tears, took a deep breath, raised his head and drank the beer in one gulp.He pointed to a shop not far away, and said, "Go and buy me a piece of paper and a pen, and I'll give you the rest of the money."

The girl seemed to accept this way of running errands for money, she finally put down her sack, took the one hundred yuan drawn by Fu Jingsan, and led her younger brother to the store quickly.Fu Jingsan's eyes closely followed those two thin and small figures, not letting go for a second.

Soon after they came back, the girl handed back the change together with the pen and paper to him: "I just need a bottle..."

Fu Jingsan grabbed it, pressed the paper on his knee and wrote a string of numbers: "What's your name?"

"My name is Yan Yiyi, the 'Yan' of 'color'."

"The 'one' of 'one two three'?"

"'Yi' next to the single..."

"Yiyi, if one day you feel too bitter and can't take it anymore, just call this number." Fu Jingsan said, "It's over."

He handed the empty wine bottle and the note to the girl's hand, got up suddenly, and left staggeringly.

That night, Fu Jing went back to the warehouse three times, alone on the sofa with a splitting headache, unable to sleep.After smoking a whole pack of cigarettes, it was dawn.

When the young man left the warehouse, he was just looking for a nearby convenience store that opened early in the morning to buy a pack of cigarettes, but ran to the second-hand car market inexplicably.

Fu Jingsan bought a second-hand car that looked pleasing to the eye, and decided to leave temporarily with this car for no reason.

He didn't know where to go, or he didn't want to go anywhere at all.It's just that as soon as the idea of ​​"leaving" popped up, it seemed like **Y/Q/Z/W/5/C/O/M** some force was driving him to do it, and he couldn't do it otherwise.

You can go anywhere.

He will definitely come back when he calms down—my sister is still here—as for how long it will take, Fu Jingsan doesn't know.

Ye Zi was transferred to the women's prison, and it was rare for him to obediently follow the other party's instructions, and go to the next day to hand over the procedures for the demolition and do what should be done.After the old house was demolished, he would get a lot of money; and as if he didn't think it was enough, he asked a housing agency to sell his new house to be renovated on loan.He rented another cheap single room, paid two years' rent in one go, and kept his sister's belongings and his things from childhood to adulthood in it.

Fu Jingsan once suffered a lot for money, or was tired like a dog, or went to Huo Yunjiang with a downcast and spineless face... In the end, it was all for his sister and him to escape the fate of poverty.

But my sister couldn't escape, no matter how hard he tried, she couldn't escape.

Just like in the cold winter more than ten years ago, their mother jumped into the river for some unknown reason; Fu Jingyi drowned in the water as if accepting the arrangement of fate.

He was left alone, with a large sum of money long overdue.

While Fu Jingsan was digesting these alone, Huo Yunjiang seemed to have evaporated from the world, and he neither came back nor contacted him again.