in the dark

"Brother Chan, are you really not going to do things with Master Huang?" A young man with a cropped head asked, with his back bowed and timidly walking behind.

The man called Brother Zen threw away the cigarette butt in his hand, and said angrily, "What? He is only allowed to wash his hands in the golden basin of Li Xiangyang, and I am not allowed to wash with him?" The temperament is very inconsistent.Thin lips and pointed eyes are a look that can set off storms.

"No, no, I just feel...you don't have to do this." Xiaonian said awkwardly, rubbing his head.

"It's necessary, it's necessary!" The man was angrily cursing, "Let's not say that the things he has done recently are outrageous, but today, if I hadn't slapped him, he would have touched me. The thigh is rooted, I am! What a shameless old thing!"

"Hey, don't you always like that tune?" Xiaonian smiled.The reputation of this good man and bad woman in front of him is huge in the local area.

"What do you mean when you look at me with that expression?" The man was angry and puzzled, and he was about to kick over, "I've only liked one fucking thing since I was a child, don't you know?"

The young man dodged with his head in his hands, very clever, and he said softly: "I know! But I have never seen you before! Everyone thought you were just joking."

The man withdrew his foot and spat: "Want to see him? You don't deserve it!" He hadn't seen him for many years.

The young man hurriedly nodded and bowed his waist: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, no!"

The man in front of him whose appearance and temperament are very inconsistent is called Song Chan, a member of the local gangster group.Since he is called Brother Chan, Song Chan is naturally one of the people who can do well. Now he can be said to be in the limelight, one of Huang Ye's right-hand men.

Although his status is very high, what happened in the past few days made him really not want to do it anymore.It's okay for Huang Ye to become more and more lawless when doing things externally, but he is also getting too much for himself.

So today, when Master Huang's hand was stretched out where it shouldn't be, the two had a complete falling out.

The young man hesitated for a while, and asked a most important question: "But... Can Master Huang agree with you to go?"

"I'll pack up and leave now, can he stop me?" Song Chan raised his eyebrows and asked back.He has no elders or younger ones, one person is full and the whole family is not hungry, and he has always been able to do things regardless of the consequences. Anyway, he lives alone and dies alone.

The little follower has heard Song Chan say it countless times before he wants to leave after washing his hands in such a golden basin, and he can't take it seriously, but he just heard him say that he wants to collect things before he realized it... this time...for real?

"You...you...brother Chan...dumb brother...you...really going?" The young man stared at him dumbfounded, and several nicknames of Song Chan popped out of his mouth in shock.

That's right, Song Chan also has a nickname called dumb, and the reason why he has this nickname is because - he has a dumb mother.

Things are far away.It is true that Song Chan has no father, but it has not always been the case that he has no mother.For example, the decision to settle in this cramped alley was made by his mother.

At that time, he was just 17 years old, and he was kicked out by his original big family due to some accidents, so his dumb mother took him, and the mother and son came to this small alley together.

When he first came here, he was not familiar with the place, Song Chan didn't like to talk to people, and his mother was dumb, so he was bullied by children of the same age, was tricked, his clothes were ruined, and his things were robbed.Fortunately, at the end of the day, by chance, I learned Sanda and got to know a lot of people on the road, so I gradually became cheerful. Of course, I also became a mess and reckless.

"What? Can't bear to part with me?" Song Chan glanced at him.

"Come on, what should I do if you leave?" The young man wailed.

Song Chan said solemnly: "Go to Zhang Zi's side, I have explained to him, you can go directly to report; or you can quit, are you going to spend your whole life here?"

The young man didn't speak.

Song Chan glanced at him: "What?"

"Then where are you going?" the little follower changed the subject.

Song Chan put his hands in his pockets and replied as he walked, "Where do you want to go?"

"Brother Dumb, I will miss you!" Seeing Song Chan speak about his future so calmly, the young man's eyes filled with sadness.

Song Chan glanced at him again, angry: "I'm not dead yet! Why are you so sad?"

"Brother Dumb, you have always been a hero in my heart!" The little follower pursed his lips, trying to suppress the emotions in his heart.

Song Chan waved his hand and said with disgust, "Where did you talk so much? Come on, get out, I'm home."

"Brother Dumb!" The little follower was still following behind him, his eyes were red.

"The play is over!" Song Chan raised his foot to kick, but the little follower dodged reflexively.Taking advantage of these few seconds, Song Chan stepped into the room and slammed the broken iron door loudly.

Reluctant and must be willing, Song Chan sighed, he didn't have that much ability to run with him with a drag oil bottle.

It's not that easy for Jinpen to wash his hands. Whether he can take care of it is a problem. He has to pack up and leave quickly, otherwise, when Master Huang's people find him, he may not be able to leave without breaking his leg.

Song Chan's room is very simple, with a bed, a cabinet, and a desk. There are a lot of miscellaneous things on the table, crowded together on the ground.

He didn't have time, he didn't think about it anymore, he hurriedly took out a black backpack, stuffed all the important items in it, and finally looked around to check if there was anything left, no, very good, he closed the door with the bag on his back and went out with the key.

He deliberately chose a remote path and wanted to rush to the bus station to buy a ticket while it was not too dark.The road is very narrow, and there are piles of furniture and appliances discarded by residents on the side.It wasn't raining, but the ground was still wet.You can't expect any high-quality people to live in this kind of residential building. In their eyes, garbage and dirty water can be dumped anywhere in public places as long as they are not dumped in their own homes.

The surroundings are full of noise, the sound of men coughing, husband and wife beating and scolding, and children playing.

Song Chan frowned, hating this living environment very much, but at the same time loathing, he was uncontrollably assimilated by this dirty environment.He couldn't help but sneer as he drove along the road, what he was like in the Song family back then, what he is like now is completely different.

"stop!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp shout in front of him, Song Chan sighed inwardly, turned his head and ran in the opposite direction. In fact, he didn't see anything clearly just now. Anyway, if someone is chasing him, just run, he doesn't want to In the future, I will live a life of missing arms and broken legs.

Running and running, I heard the footsteps behind me getting closer and closer, and after a few seconds, I could even hear heavy breathing!

It's over!Gotta get caught!He simply slammed on the brakes and stopped, glanced back from the corner of his eye, and at the same time hooked the shoulder strap of the backpack with his right hand, found the right position and threw the heavy bag at the man behind him.

The man was staggered by the sudden black object, and with a muffled grunt he took a few steps back and leaned against the wall.It must have been hit in the eye, but the man closed his eyes in great pain, kept shaking his head, and stopped running.

Song Chan glanced at the man, why didn't he seem to recognize him?He approached and carefully looked at the squatting man in front of him.He really wasn't one of Huang Ye's subordinates, so he immediately wondered: "Who the hell are you who chased me for a mile without panting?"

"Aren't you a policeman?" the man asked, with blood in the corner of his eye.

After being dazed for a few seconds, the second monk Song Chanzhang couldn't figure it out: "I..."

The voice just fell.

"Stop!" A voice suddenly came from afar.

Come again?

He who had just said a word was interrupted by a stern shout. He was far away and couldn't see clearly, so he couldn't help cursing: Who is this?

The man squatting on the ground did not speak or move.

When the people in the distance approached, Song Chan was startled.

How could this person be here?The good young master of the Song family didn't do it, but chased a man of unknown origin and shouted to stop?

Maybe it was because he was dazzled, but he wasn't sure, so he called out tentatively: "Song Nan'an?"

The man named Song Nan'an didn't seem to notice that there were other people standing beside him. He took out the handcuffs and handcuffed the man squatting on the ground with a few clean movements.

Song Chan looked at the sharp and thin side face in front of him, yes, it was him, and he couldn't admit his mistake.

Even if Song Nan'an turned into ashes, he could still recognize him.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Song Chan raised his voice and shouted again: "Song Nan'an!" He still remembers that when he was a child, his favorite thing to do was try his best to attract his attention like the two hundred and five.

Song Nan'an stood beside the handcuffed man, turned his head, and looked over calmly, without any surprise, it was obvious that he had seen him before.

Song Chan asked with a hippie smile, "Hey, why didn't you talk when you saw me?"

"say what?"

"Tch, you still look like a ghost," he pressed the tip of his tongue to his cheek, "We've known each other for so many years, why can't we just say hello?"

Song Nan'an glanced at the bag on the ground and then at the man's eyes: "Did you smash it?"

"I thought he was chasing me," Song Chan scratched his head, and then said with a sullen face, "I'm helping you."

Song Nan'an glanced at him and said nothing.

"What are you... doing now?" He didn't speak, but Song Chan's mouth couldn't be idle, and he looked Song Nan'an from top to bottom.

Chasing someone here in a clean suit?Still wearing handcuffs?Are you kidding me?Shouldn't he, Song Nan'an, take care of the Song family's property and stay in his office in Meicheng thousands of miles away? How could he appear in a small, shabby place like them where social gangsters would stay?

Song Nan'an didn't answer, and Song Chan stayed where he was.After a while, a group of people came running in a mighty distance, all wearing uniforms, they looked like policemen.

He was a little apprehensive, after all, the police only deal with rascals, and he happened to be one of them.

"Mr. Song, are you not injured?" The leading man asked Song Nan'an respectfully, and then motioned to the two criminal police behind him to push the man squatting on the ground onto the police car at the entrance of the alley.

"It's okay." Song Nan'an said in a deep voice.

"Then are you going back to the police station later?"

"Go, I still need to sort out the materials." Song Nan'an turned around and stood in front of a group of people, "Leave first."

"Yes."

Talking to a group of people, they left and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

Seeing that Song Nan'an didn't even give him a look after that, Song Chan's eyes were gloomy. He picked up the backpack that had fallen on the ground, dusted off the dust on it and carried it on his shoulder.

It turned out that I was just a once-in-a-lifetime person.

Song Nan'an's attitude was very cold, as cold as back then, but who made him mean, the more bad he was to him, the more he wanted to pester him.

Song Chan stared at his back as he gradually walked away, and stood there in a daze.

It has been four years, and this is the first time Song Chan has seen him since he left the Song family. His appearance is still the same, but his aura of indifference is getting stronger and stronger... Basically the same as back then.

This kind of overlap made him have to recall the past, and he shouldn't think about it, but one after another bumped into his mind, making people irritated...Those who followed step by step, the feelings hidden in his heart, the expulsion at the end of the story, and... ...as if looking at a passerby's eyes just now.

Song Chan punched the wall with a backhand.

irritable.

Now he not only wants to beat him with his fist, but also wants to hit his head to wake him up... because while he was agitated, he had another thought that was stronger in his mind - he wanted to follow, and he wanted him to take him away.

Even if she begged, she wanted to beg him to take her away.

But... in what capacity should I ask for it?

No.

Without identity, he has nothing to do with the Song family.

Just as he was immersed in his own thoughts, a familiar voice suddenly came out - "Mute, Master Huang invites you back to drink tea." A low, hoarse voice came from behind him.

The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Song Chan broke out in a cold sweat.Now it's all right, stop being a passerby, it's his turn.

After thinking for a few seconds, he lowered his voice and told himself not to panic, pretending to sneer and said, "Drink tea?" If he was taken back this time, it would be difficult to leave again.

"You should understand what Master Huang means."

He was silent, and he could tell from the sound that the one who brought someone to arrest him should be Pigeon, the person who managed the thugs for Master Huang was also considered one of his brothers back then.

Half-baked bro.

Song Chan pretended to smile and said, "I understand, of course I understand." In fact, he glanced at the few police cars that hadn't driven away at the entrance of the alley, which were his last straw.

He thought very clearly that he must not be taken back by the pigeons, but he didn't want to hurt both of them. The only way now is to get in the police car, as long as he gets in the police car, everything can be solved easily.

"Let me go?" Song Chan randomly picked a sentence in his mind, trying to distract the pigeon.

"Mute, don't make things difficult for me." The man behind him smiled, "I also obey orders."

"Of course I know...you are following orders." Song Chan said slowly, moving his right hand secretly. His plan was to throw away the bag and run towards the police car at the entrance of the alley when the pigeon and the people he brought were not paying attention. .

This is the simplest and most effective method. If you call for help directly and are too far away from the police car to be heard, you will be taken away with your mouth and nose covered.

Song Chan thought in his mind that the pigeons were about four meters behind him now. If nothing happened, he would have a chance to not be caught if he threw away the bag without carrying the weight.

In the distance, the police are getting on the car in an orderly manner.

It was too late and then too soon, Song Chan saw the right moment, yanked off the bag and threw it behind him, and then began to run forward without hesitation.

"Fuck! Want to run!" The voice behind him was full of anger.

A gray brick wall flashed by in the corner of the eye.

He could hear the wind whistling past his ears, and he could hear footsteps following closely behind him.

Everything is unknown, and I don't know what the result will be. Maybe the police car has left within these tens of seconds; maybe someone rushed out from the side to stop him; maybe Song Nan'an is still indifferent and will not pay attention to him at all. If so, He also had no valid reason to get into a police car at all.

In any case, Song Chan had to take a gamble, he had no way out.

As he got closer to the entrance of the alley, his physical strength was gradually draining, and he could feel that he was running slower and slower.

A few seconds later, Huang Rongrong's light came slowly.

Song Chan roared—"Song Nan'an!"

In the quiet alley, it seemed that only these three words were left to echo, and the sound of hurried footsteps behind him disappeared somehow, probably because he noticed the police car not far away and dared not follow.

Fortunately, I was lucky enough to run fast enough.

He yelled this sound with all his might, and it spread far away.

The last policeman who got on the bus turned his head, forgot to look into the alley, and said to Song Nan'an who had already got on the bus, "Mr. Song, it seems that someone is calling you."

Song Nan'an frowned, looked out through the car window, and saw a black figure running towards him.

Within three seconds, suddenly, the black figure rushed towards the police car, swooping down like a kite.

Song Chan breathed a sigh of relief, and stood beside the police car with his hands on his thighs, bent over and gasped for breath.

The detectives in the car looked suspiciously at the man who was standing outside the car panting.

"You... What's the matter?" The criminal policeman who was standing outside before getting into the car asked.

Song Chan still couldn't slow down, and waved his hand aside, motioning him to wait.

The criminal policeman didn't know what to do, and looked at the leader in the car for help.After a while, Song Nan'an got out of the car.

He frowned, looked at Song Chan who seemed to have just escaped from death, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Song Chan parted his lips, hesitating for a while.

"Say."

"Can I...can I go with you?" Song Chan looked at him, begging imperceptibly in his eyes.

"Come with me?" Song Nan'an asked in a deep voice, impatiently: "Do you know what you're talking about?"

"Can I go with you?" Song Chan emphasized the same question, he just wanted the result.He must try to get in the car. He knows very well that the fact that the pigeons have not been chased does not mean that they have left. They are probably still in a corner, just waiting for him to place orders... What's more, he really wants to follow him, really I really want to.

Song Nan'an looked at him coldly, "I can't." As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to turn around, as if there was no room for discussion.

Song Chan immediately stretched out his hand to hold him, his throat was softened by the tension and weakness after running, and his voice trembled: "Please...please."

"What's the reason?"

"..." Song Chan lowered his eyes and remained silent, what should he say, tell the truth?Said that he left the Song family to be a hooligan for four years, and now he can't wash his hands in the golden basin and is hunted down?

He couldn't say it out, he didn't want Song Nan'an to feel that he had lost all his bones in the four years since he left.

"I beg you."

Song Nan'an frowned again and broke away from his hand.

Seeing that he acted tough without any hesitation, finally, Song Chan's heart was ashamed, and he sneered coldly: "You are still the same as before."

Song Nan'an paused and looked sideways at him.

I saw Song Chan with his head down, the shadow cast by the broken hair in front of his forehead was like a black net, and the emotion on his face was difficult to see clearly. After a while, his half-lit and half-dark face lifted up, and his bright black eyes stared at him, loudly saying: "Equally cruel."

After finishing speaking, Song Nan'an didn't show any expression, but he didn't move to leave either.

Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was abnormal, the people in the car did not dare to disturb them, and just waited silently.

After a long time, Song Nan'an said, "Get in the car."

"Are you pitying me?" Song Chan asked, secretly surprised by his change of mind, but delighted in his heart.

"You don't need it?" He looked sideways.

With a very light tone, Song Chan felt that if he was drinking water, he would definitely choke.

……

"Need." What is backbone, he never had it when facing Song Nan'an.