After rubbing the medicine for a few days, Lu Qiang's back injury turned red, which looked dazzling, but the pain was alleviated. The shoulder injury was slightly severe, and there was some redness and swelling.
He didn't take it seriously, and then the medicine wasn't rubbed off, let it be naturally good.
After a week of conversion, Lu Qiang started to work in the evening shift. During the day, he was free. He took a minibus to go to Xiaoshanghe.
Last month, I received a notice of meeting with Dengtou. The day happened to be today. He bought a bag of food, knee pads, and thermal underwear. He didn’t want to bring too much inside. He directly hit a few thousand pieces into his card. It's useless, there is a limit on the amount of consumption
It takes half an hour for CMB. Basically, all of them are visiting the prison. The opportunity is precious. Only once a month, people outside wait for this day. They have different looks, some have wings, and some have dull numb expressions. .
No one visited Lu Qiang in the past six years. Qiu Lao spent some money on it, but he could not afford to protect him. He paid a few times for the money and was afraid of being suspected. Later, Lu Qiang did not let him go. .Eat and wear well in the prison, every day basically steamed buns and cabbage soup, occasionally eat a meal of meat.He committed a criminal offense, with the lowest treatment and the lowest level of labor. He has done everything in farming and mining, and the purpose is to eliminate the arrogance of such people, smooth the ambitions, and re-do .
The rice fields outside the window are endless. With the change of seasons, Huang Cancan has been busy, and the harvester is busy, it is the day of autumn harvest.Lu Qiang sat in the last row, glanced outside and lit a cigarette.
His arm was leaning against the car window, and although the sunlight was dazzling, the wind had brought dry breath.
Sitting next to a woman, she smelled of smoke, uncomfortable coughing, Lu Qiang Yu Guang, there was a hand on the side to incite left and right, he turned around, looked at the pair of slightly scornful eyes, and looked down, the woman was in Rokko.
Lu Qiang didn't care, hooked his lips, and his eyes fell back out the window. With a wave of his hand, the half-stripped cigarette butt also floated into the wind.
Visitation procedures are quite complicated, especially for him.
Lu Qiang waited twice as long, and the things were handed over to the prison guards. After going through a rigorous review and completing a series of procedures, he was taken to the visiting hall.The long hall is divided into two, the special glass can't even penetrate the bullets, the high windows only bring in a narrow strip of sunlight, and the lighting depends on a few incandescent lamps above the head.
Lu Qiang sat in a chair and glanced at the closed iron door across from him. Once he was inside, now he is sitting outside.
Not long after that, the iron door inside slowly opened, the glass was silenced, and the heavy collision of steel could not be heard at all. Old Deng was a serious criminal, with handcuffs and shackles, and his movements were clumsy and slow.
At a glance, he saw the young man sitting outside, leaning against the back of the chair lazily, slightly raised one eyebrow peak, a slight and casual arc on the corner of his lips, his face full of madness but calm expression.Among the visitors, he is an ordinary person who is calm and restrained and has been lurking for a long time.
From the first time he saw Lu Qiang, he knew that this young man was not simple.
Old Deng sat down on the stool, the guard opened the handcuffs, and then stood with his back on his back.
He picked up the earpiece in front of him and put it on his ear. When Lu Qiang saw that he was moving, he straightened his body and came over to take the earpiece.
Old Deng said: "Hair is growing."
"……you lost weight."
After a moment of silence, the two smiled silently.
After six years in prison, they lived in clinic. Old Deng saved his life, and he also gave him a lot of help and guidance from the old man's standpoint. When he was most grieved and collapsed, old Deng and his life depended on each other.
Lu Qiang knew that although he had killed people, he was a good person.
Old Deng smiled: "Your head is pretty cool." In fact, it is the most common flat head, but with the dark red scar on the forehead, no one is more suitable than him.
Lu Qiang's eyes were clearer, "split."
"Virtue." Old Deng nodded him.
Lu Qiang asked: "So thin?"
"Thin?"
"Someone bullied you?"
"I'm honest and duty, who can bully me," said Lao Deng: "Recently, I have been working in the water all day, and once I sleep, my joints are so painful that I can't eat any more."
Lu Qiang ticked his forehead: "Report to the doctor to prescribe some medicine."
"Old problems, it's useless to see...it's okay."
Lu Qiang said: "I brought you knee pads, and they can give it to you when I turn around," he paused. "It's the same as your previous one."
The former wife was bought by ex-wife Liang Yarong, and it has been taken for two years.Counting the days, he went in for 25 and a half years, and his ex-wife saw him no more than five times.A long time ago, both husband and wife were senior intellectuals. They worked in the Zhangzhou Institute of Chemical Industry. At that time, there were many resistances to engage in scientific research. The results obtained by the old Deng's wasteful sleep and forgetting food were stolen by his colleagues and applied for patents. The knife was sentenced to life imprisonment for intentional homicide.At that time, Liang Yarong was just pregnant. There was not much emotional basis for arranged marriage. The child divorced Lao Deng before he was born, and then married a male classmate who had been in love with her.
Old Deng couldn't help but see it. Liang Yarong would not be a widow for him for a lifetime, and he could occasionally come to see it.Later, when the child was born, she told him that she was a daughter, and asked what her name was. Liang Yarong hesitated to call him Deng Qiong. He only brought him a full moon photo. For twenty-five years, the child never came to see him in prison.
Old Deng thought, if he died, maybe this was his only regret.
"Thanks," Lao Deng smiled bitterly and didn't want these things. He asked him, "How have you been out?"
"Okay."
The tone was bland, but he unconsciously raised his eyebrows. Old Deng caught it and smiled: "Looking at your expression, you should be doing well."
Lu Qiang was undecided.
"Working smoothly? Have you made a lot of money?"
He didn't speak. Old Deng then asked, "Is it good to eat and sleep well? Or is the outside world so wonderful that friends and relatives are seeing it?"
After stopping, Lu Qiang turned his head and watched a magpie flying by the fence of the high window, bouncing, chirping, looking inward curiously.
Half a moment, Lu Qiang smiled: "Meet a girl."
Old Deng Weiwei didn't believe it: "seriously?"
Lu Qiang glanced at him, not a good look.
Old Deng smiled and said with regret, "Good thing, good thing."
The two chatted a few words, the time passed unconsciously, the prison guard handcuffed the old Deng, Lu Qiang stood up, "I will see you next time."
Old Deng stood and raised his ears with both hands. "Not coming," he lowered his head. "This is not a good place. You see who went out and ran back."
Lu Qiang is not in the mood.
The prison guard reminded Lao Deng to leave.
He glanced at Lu Qiang for the last time.
Lu Qiang: "Say."
"If you have kung fu, just help me see how they are doing."
Lu Qiang knew who the "they" were referring to, and asked directly, "Address."
"Shenzhen District Jinzhou Road Chemical Family Building, Unit 502."
A bunch of addresses are spoken fluently. In fact, they have been countless times in my heart. In the past 30 years, I don’t know if they have moved. Maybe they have a rich and happy life, and they have forgotten who he is, but his daughter is his only concern, even if I see them. No, I want to hear only a few words about her.
...... ......
Lu Qiang returned home at more than three o'clock in the afternoon, and his mood was a little somber. He lay on his bed with his arms closed and wanted to sleep with his eyes closed for half an hour. There was always the year before he entered. It was the first time he regretted going the wrong way, but no one gave him a chance to be reborn.
There is an old writing desk next to it, which is more than half a meter above the bed. Lu Qiang raised his eyelids and glanced at the courier bag at the corner of the table. It contained a check and shredded paper. It was thrown on the table for several months and had not been picked up.He raised his hand over it, his index finger slowly ignited.
Tobacco addiction, he propped his arms half against the wall, folded his legs, and took a cigarette from his pocket.Lu Qiang's single bed is next to a window. He lives on the first floor. There are children playing outside the window. Vegetable farmers are loading trucks to go to the market.
After the ash had settled for a while, he pulled his gaze back and flicked directly on the express paper bag.
After smoking a cigarette, Lu Qiang finally fell asleep.
I don't know how long after that, the phone vibrated in the waist. At a certain moment, he suddenly bounced from the bed with a lot of cold sweat.
The sky outside the window was dim. He turned his phone from underneath. Old Li called him. It was almost six o'clock. He waited for him for an hour.
Being close, Lu Qiang will be there in ten minutes. Lao Li complained a little: "Why did you go before you come?"
"Sleep too much."
"You kid, how do you sleep in the daytime." Lao Li changed clothes, "I'm gone."
"Slow down."
Lao Li hummed, raised his pedals and hurried home.
Lu Qiang turned around and heard someone saying hello to Old Li: "Master Li, he hasn't gotten off work yet."
Lao Li looked at each other for a while and was surprised: "Yo! Isn't this Xiao Liu? I haven't seen you in a good day... Come back today and come to Xiao Lu?"
Lu Qiang stagnate and turned back suddenly. A young man stood in front of Lao Li. He had a raw face, slightly longer hair, a proper forehead, and big eyes under his thick brows. He wore a black business suit and looked thin.
The man lowered his head halfway: "She...should be at home."
"In, in..." Old Li was dull for a moment, "just saw her come back."
"Thank you."
The man smiled unnaturally at him and lifted his legs to walk in.Passing Lu Qiang, I clearly felt an invisible crushing feeling. I looked in that direction instinctively, and unexpectedly encountered a cold eye.
He nodded friendly to him, and Lu Qiang was expressionless.
Treating people away, Lao Li still looked in that direction, and Lu Qiang passed: "Who is that man?"
Lao Li said: "Who is that, the man before Xiao Lu," afraid that Lu Qiang could not understand: "It just didn't make up."
He asked "Lu Yin?"
"Yeah, just Lu."
Lu Qiang clenched his fists on his side: "You'll do it for me again."
Without waiting for the reaction of Lao Li, he had already strode into the community.
***
When the door knocked, Lu Yin was cooking in the kitchen. The sound continued for a while. She adjusted the gas and ran to open the door.
At this time, there should be no one else.
Lu Yin opened the door directly, so she ran back: "While cooking..."
The words were broken and the footsteps stopped. Lu Yin turned back, holding a spatula in his hand.
Standing at the door, Liu Zecheng, dressed in a suit and carrying a briefcase, eagerly stared at her figure in the house.She wore a loose, thick-line sweater, a wide neckline, and a slender neck, revealing a straight and slender collarbone, aqua blue lace apron on her chest, and a row of funny and cute wild ducks.
She stepped barefoot on her slippers and turned around inch by inch, "It's you."
Liu Zecheng's eyes followed, and her hair was picked up at will, her head set high behind her head, a very thin thread fell on her cheek, and her hair slipped into the corner of her lips.
He looked at the spatula in her hand, his nose full of the aroma of home cooking, a long-lost warmth overflowing his chest, the woman in front stood in the light, his face soft and tender.
Since I saw it that day, the warm days of the past have come into my mind again. Only by comparison can I know how good she is.
After leaving work today, he was aimless, didn't want to go home to face endless housework, didn't want to serve others, didn't want to eat takeaway, and began to hate that beautiful young face.
Liu Zecheng restrained the urge to hug her, her voice excited: "Yin Yin."
Lu Yin dropped his hand and asked coldly: "You have something to do with me."
"...It's okay," he took a small step forward: "I just wanted to come over and see you."
Lu Yin put her lip corners behind her ears and smiled: "I have something beautiful, I don't need this."
There was a moment of silence, "Can I go in and sit down?"
Speaking of going inside, Lu Yin blocked one step: "No."
"Yin Yin!" His eyes flickered: "...I regret it."
Lu Yin felt numb and didn't look at him or say anything.
Liu Zecheng choked: "These days, I always remembered when we were in school and fell in love... I remember one time you had a stomachache, and I bought medicine at the window at midnight... At that time, you lived on the first floor, and sometimes we passed the window. speak……"
"Do you remember?"
"forget."
She sneered, the extreme pain in her heart was getting bigger and bigger, and listening to him now, besides disgusting, did not feel much.
Not wanting to continue to struggle, Lu Yin sullenly closed her door.
Liu Zecheng was in a hurry, and suddenly grabbed the door frame. With a little effort, she was taken out.
Lu Yin exclaimed, slippers slipped on the door frame, his body rushed.
Liu Zecheng stretched out his hand to hug her, but the hand hadn't been touched yet, and he yanked him away.Liu Zecheng stumbled, and in a blink of an eye, Lu Yin fell in the arms of a strange man.
The man's voice is not good: "What are you doing? Charging electricity, water or gas?" Turning to Lu Yin again, the voice rushed again: "I ask you to say hello and then open the door, why don't you understand?"
Lu Yin twisted slightly, and Lu Qianghu tightened tightly, taking a possessive posture, closing her under her arm.
Liu Zecheng stabilized his body and rubbed his wrist: "Who are you?"
After he asked, he couldn't help but look at the man on the opposite side. He was ten centimeters tall and he was not as strong as a man. He could almost plug himself in one and a half. The large lights in the house were blocked by him and his face could not be seen for a moment.
Lu Qiang said: "She is a man."
Liu Zecheng looked at Lu Yin, she was obedient and obedient in his arms, and her figure was too small.
He laughed, and was going to drag Lu Yin, Lu Qiang strangled his wrist, and flung it aside.The little body could withstand his brute force, and hit the wall next to it with a "touch".
Lu Yin took a breath and subconsciously took a small step forward.
Lu Qiang frowned, dissatisfied with her nervous reaction, and stared at her fiercely.
Liu Zecheng hissed and stood up straight for a long time. The sleeve of his suit was rubbed against the white wall, the button was loosened, and the tie was crooked, looking a little embarrassed.
The man at the door shifted his direction, and a little light came out. He saw his appearance and clothing clearly. He remembered seeing him at the door a few minutes ago. It was incredible.Liu Zecheng didn't step forward and rushed at Lu Yin: "Is he true?"
Lu Yin said nothing.
Same as the default, Liu Zecheng slowly shook his head and took his finger to him: "He? The security guard of the community?" His eyes were rounded: "Yin Yin, your brain is broken? Or was it stimulated?... The talented students of East China University, you Looking for a security guard?"
Lu Qiang snorted, let Lu Yin go, and stepped forward. Liu Zecheng retreated subconsciously, but he was not as long as his arm and was caught by his neck collar.
"What do you want to do?"
The muscles in Lu Qiang's arms bulged, and Liu Zecheng's heels were off the ground: "Not only the security guard, I also squatted in prison, killed people, set fire, and done everything," he said, grinning, and said: " Are you afraid?"
"Crazy," his voice trembled, "I shouted! ... Yin Yin, tell him to let go."
Lu Qiang punched his left face with a punch, "Yin Yin's mother was you calling too?"
Liu Zecheng tilted his head and said nothing, but he didn't use much force, but just bluffed him.Lu Yin was shocked, afraid that things would get bigger and bigger, and quickly stepped forward to hold Lu Qiang's hand: "Don't fight, let me tell him."
Lu Qiang glanced at her and shoved him back.
Liu Zecheng covered his face and took two steps back.
Lu Yin said: "For whatever reason, I hope you won't come next time. I'm living very well now. I don't want to mention the past, let alone see you."
"I just ask you, what is your relationship with him?"
"It's okay," she blurted out and found something wrong, quickly added: "It's none of your business."
Lu Qiangzhu suddenly looked at her, her eyes closed, and no response was given.For a moment, he narrowed his eyes. This expression could not be interpreted. After all, the word "injured" was a bit of a violation of him. Only what he knew was his own taste.
"You will regret this."
"It's my business not to regret it, you go."
Lu Yin dragged Lu Qiang, turned around and closed the door, the pouring light in the room became a narrow strip, and finally disappeared.
...... ......
The door was tightly closed, and I smelled a burnt smell. Lu Yin was surprised to hold a shovel in his hand and ran to the kitchen to turn off the gas. The pot was dark and he could not distinguish any dishes, emitting a pungent smell. .
She put the pot under the faucet and washed it, staring at the water column, wondering what to think.After a while, she turned around and stepped back a few steps, buttocks on the chopping board.
Lu Yin twitched the corner of his mouth: "The vegetable is burnt and cannot be eaten."
Lu Qiang didn't know when to come, and he stuck in front of him: "You think the same as him?"
"No." She answered subconsciously.
Lu Qiang narrowed his eyes, "Do you know what I asked?"
There was some dullness in the air. Lu Yin dropped his shoulders and pushed him: "You are in a bad mood today."
Lu Qiang didn't move, pinching her cheek, forcing her to stare at him: "Feeling ashamed?"
"No."
"We are okay?" This is always what he cares about most.
Lu Yin said nothing.
He approached, using a very gentle but somber tone: "You should make it clear."
"...Just don't think it's necessary."
"What is necessary? Keep alive and wait for the leading edge."
Lu Yin endured his patience and took his hand severely: "When you are in a better mood, let me tell you, let it go."
Lu Qiang sneered: "Lao Tzu is in a bad mood, and you guys are angry with the dogs and men."
"You..." Lu Yin said: "What are you crazy about?"
"That's crazy? Then you don't see what I'm crazy about," he took off her waist and hips, put them on the chopping board, bent her knees to open her legs, supported the waist with one hand, and held the shoulder with one hand.Lu Yin was startled, struggling, the sweater fell down, revealing black shoulder straps, and smooth shoulders fell in his hands.
Lu Yin was squeezed in pain, and backed away, reaching for his waist.Seeing her intention, Lu Qiang grabbed the hands and pressed them together behind her. Lu Yin's palms were wet and pressed to the cut tomatoes, and the juice flowed down, immediately soaking the light-colored sweater.
He put his mouth up and kissed her exposed skin.
This posture is embarrassing and frivolous, with no trace of respect.She thought of his past, his injuries, and he occasionally showed sharp and sharp eyes.She didn't know anything about him. She didn't get half of the sense of security by her likes and needs. She would only use her fists when she was in trouble, but she was tough on her.
With excitement and anger, all his good things became bad, all his cares and love became conspiracy, and the wandering hidden in his heart finally broke out.
This relationship is like a dilapidated building. The foundation is not secure. A little wind and grass will destroy the building.
Lu Yin has a sour nose, and tears flow down.
Lu Qiang touched her face, and her movements were sluggish.
Lu Yinkou said nothing: "I want to break up."
All movements stopped, and Lu Qiang swallowed. In a quiet space, it was her snot.For a long time, Lu Qiang pulled the clothes under his hand and brought her whole body into her arms, pressing her forehead.
Calm down, only to realize that it might scare her.Big palm caressed her back: "Okay...not next time."
She pushed him: "You get away."
"Laozi is jealous and can't see you staying with the old friend."
Lu Yin earned it: "...I don't want to listen to you."
Lu Qiang hugged tightly and exhaled with a long, slow breath: "I am illiterate, but I have enough money, enough for you to spend my whole life...it's all yours. I want to buy a famous brand, buy a diamond car or a house whatever you want."
"I do not want."
"I'm angry that you didn't explain it to him."
Lu Yin's heart hurt: "We are men and women of dogs, and we will hook up together in the future."
Lu Qiang smiled bitterly: "Don't talk angrily."
"It's not angry words, neither he nor you, you get away." Lu Yin is not calm, "I want to separate..."
Lu Qiang's smile froze, and she said, "I don't know anything about you. We were a mistake. We didn't understand each other, not all the way," she sniffed. "It's just right today, just explain it at once..."
Lu Yin's head was in a mess, and her thinking could no longer keep up with her words.
Pulling a distance in front of him, he squeezed her shoulders: "I am nothing to you?"
"No."
"You don't feel anything about me?"
"……No."
"Are we a mistake?"
"……Correct."
Lu Qiang's throat knot rolled, and a few seconds later: "Aren't you alright with me?"
"..." Lu Yin clenched her lips: "...Yes."
A pair of deep eyes stared at her with red bloodshot eyes.Lu Qiang thought that a few days ago, she also mentioned that she was separated from him. At that time, when he hadn’t said that, this was the second time, but he couldn’t.
I don't know how long after that, Lu Qiang snorted and pressed her ear:
"You fucking is an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf."
Lu Yin pursed her lips.
"I'm not playing anymore."
After a long time, Lu Yin was still sitting on the chopping board, the echo of the door closing in her ears, she finally found a trace of reason, and wanted to speak to explain something, but the front was empty, and there was no shadow of him.