After about ten minutes, Mo stood up and scanned the surrounding environment and people again. That's when the low-key way left.

Without hesitation, Anjie grabs one side of his coat and schoolbag and goes out with him.

Mo quickly turned into a small alley. At the beginning, he could see a few pairs of wild mandarin ducks and some people who like to trade in the dark. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people, the noise was getting farther and farther away, and even the streetlights were becoming more and more slack.

With one hand in his trouser pocket, he didn't walk fast and relaxed at will, but he seemed to be paying attention to the movement around him at any time.

I don't know how many such roads are sparsely populated. Mo hurried into a more cramped place. There was only one street lamp still on, and the lampshade was broken, leaving a bare light bulb, which occasionally flashed.

A man in a dark windbreaker was standing under the light.

Mo hurried over and nodded to the man: "fourth brother."

The man raised his head. He was about thirty years old. He was gentle. He even wore a pair of rimless glasses on his face. He looked at Mo Cong with a smile: "why, did you see that old mouse?"

Mo Cong took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and vaguely answered, "fourth brother" naturally took out the lighter and lit it for him: "how to say?"

Mo Cong took a deep breath: "OK."

"Four elder brothers" look no change, just nodded: "the old mouse now has no choice, Cao Bing is forcing people to the Jedi, I said Cao Bing this thing can't become the climate, just for that little money - Oh, by the way, do you get the thing?"

Mo Cong looked at him with a little banter: "fourth brother, are you confused? The old mouse gave me something, and he's going to die? "

"Fourth brother" frowned: "yes, the grandson of old mouse, but it's better to find a way to get it as soon as possible..."

"What are you doing with it?" Mo Cong leaned against the pole and puffed out his cigarette. He inhaled deeply and the smoke was very thin. "It's not necessarily necessary to let Cao Bing die. Rabbits bite when they are in a hurry - but... What would he do if he knew that the old mouse and that thing are in our hands now?"

"Four elder brothers" pondered for a moment: "you don't trust big, Cao Bing is a ruthless role, plus the white eyed wolf, he can sell his own brother, this kind of person can't believe..."

"Who said he was trustworthy, but I heard that Cao Bing recently..." Mo Cong said with a smile, "seems to be fascinated by the land business?"

"Well?"“ Four elder brothers "Leng for a while," you say he bought that piece of land in the eastern suburbs? What's the matter? "

"Not really," Mo chuckled darkly, "that old gun Zhai has been keeping a low profile for many years, and has been quietly cleaning up his business, but it doesn't represent the lion's territory. It's a wild dog that can stretch its claws."

"Eastern suburbs?"“ The first reaction of "four brothers" is to deny, "No. Zhai Haidong's people have not been there for a long time. "

"Can you just see, I won't tell you the specific reason first," Mo Cong narrowed his eyes and flicked the ash, "or we can make a bet..."

"Go to your uncle, do you like my new car again?"“ "Four elder brothers" sneer, "bet with you? I'll bet you I'll lose my pants. Well, you can do what you say... Now we all know that I have a "prime minister in black". I don't know who will come to dig the wall in a while. Don't climb the wall for me then. "

Mo Cong Yile, this time his face expression is much more normal, gloomy things thrown away, he seems to be still the old warm-hearted young neighbor: "give me a Carrera GT, and then sit on a peerless beauty, maybe I'll really fall out, fourth brother, you pay attention."

"Four elder brothers" solemnly pointed to his face and said: "do you think I look like a peerless beauty?"

Mo hastily pause: "like... Beauty his father."

"Son of a bitch, go away!"

Mo Cong waved to him with a smile: "that's it. I'll go back first."

"Wait a minute in black!"“ "Four elder brothers" suddenly stopped him and straightened out, "Zhai Haidong's birthday at the end of the month. The invitation has arrived. Will you go or not?"

"Yo, old gun..." Mo Cong's step of going back didn't stop. He glanced back at the "fourth brother" and gently raised the corner of his mouth. He didn't know whether he wanted to laugh or sneer. "Let's have a rest."

march off.

"Fourth brother" sighed, took off his glasses, wiped the corner of his clothes with the dim yellow street lamp, and walked in another direction.

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Anjie bypassed Mo Cong and went to the street to fight. It was very late. All the taxi brothers knew how to look at people's faces. The young man who got on the bus reported a place name and sat there without saying a word. His face was a little depressed.

Look at this. Maybe something is wrong. The taxi driver didn't bother to chat up. He reached out and turned on the radio in the car. There was an old song playing in it. Word by word, it was clearly spitting out, with the taste of a bit of music.

Anjie turns his head out of the window. He follows Mo Cong all the way. Suddenly, he seems to see anyin fox more than ten years ago. He is young, smart and rebellious... But anyin fox doesn't have such extreme expression and extreme eyes.

Mo Yannan lived in the sea of his books all his life. He didn't understand the world and the people. This man is cowardly. For him, the complicated society gives him great pressure, fear and even inferiority. He lost his wife, let the young children have no mother, feel guilty to them... And such guilt and love can only be expressed in the form of secret attention.

The children grow up day by day. The restlessness and rebellion of their youth make them alienate and even hate their incompetent father. He panics. He is more like a child than them. He has a simple mind and doesn't know how to communicate.

There is no doubt that Mo Cong is a natural actor. He can show any image he wants to show in front of different people at will... There is nothing wrong with young people's rebellion, but he plays too much.

Zhai Haidong -- Anjie reads this familiar and strange name. More than ten years ago, when laopao was not laopao, his name was not Zhai Haidong. He had a more shocking and louder name——

Sleeping lion.

Anjie suddenly feels that it is in danger of being disillusioned by its glorious ideal of being a meaningful person to the society in the future.

After getting off the taxi, he glanced at his mobile phone. It was almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. He sighed and went to the community. As soon as he turned to the downstairs of his cabin, Anjie stopped and frowned.

There are a row of big dustbins under each building in the community. I heard that after the SARS attack, all the dustbins in the corridor have been blocked. It's said that it's not hygienic and I'm afraid of spreading germs. Gradually, the residents are used to packing their own garbage into the unified dustbin downstairs when they go to work or walk around every day, and there are garbage trucks to collect them every morning.

Some time ago, when Anjie came down to buy supper in the evening, he caught a glimpse of the figure next to the garbage can nearby. He remembered that this girl was in the same class with him. She was not very beautiful, but she was very patient. She spoke in a soft voice. He never saw her making noise with those crazy girls after class.

It's like a bell.

The girl kept rummaging in the dustbin, and there were some bottles in the plastic bags beside her feet. Her hair was a little messy, and the weather was not too hot, but she didn't know whether she was nervous, embarrassed or tired. Her long hair on her temples was stuck to her chin by sweat. At that time, Anjie didn't dare to move. How did she get down and how did she get up quietly.

In the dead of night, when I was secretly looking for garbage, I was seen by my classmates. How could it be embarrassing for others? Since then, Anjie generally avoided that time to go downstairs. It happened that she came back late today. Unfortunately, the girl happened to be downstairs.

With a sigh, Anjie went back to the 24-hour shop nearby and bought a bottle of beer. She sat on her teeth far away beside the lawn and drank without a mouthful. She covered herself with the shadow of the tree and waited for the little girl to finish.

I don't know if it's because on Friday, a lot of houses cleaned up, and there was a lot of garbage. The little girl seemed to recognize the dustbin and had been tossing about for a long time. It's not very comfortable to sit outside on a late autumn night. Anjie tightened her coat and slightly bent her body. She was quite depressed.

He thought of the old professor, the row of holes in Mo Jin's ear that looked numb, and Mo Cong's gloomy eyes. Suddenly, he felt that he was in trouble on the spur of the moment.

He is not afraid of risks, but he is afraid of trouble.

"Well? Anjie, are you loading mushrooms here? "

As he was walking, he didn't find anyone approaching. The man's mouth startled him. Don't look strangely at the man who was shrinking by the side of the road in a dark coat. Let alone, it was really like a mushroom. Anjie's mind changed quickly. He should have found out from the beginning that Mo Cong's ability to approach someone quietly and without any sense of existence should never be born.

Mo Cong rubbed his hands and bent down to talk to him: "still drinking? I said, brother, it's not so miserable to be lovelorn, is it—— The expression is magnanimous and humorous. It's quite different from what I just saw. It makes people sigh. What a piece of jade in the performing arts world.

Anjie raised his index finger and asked him to keep his voice down. Then he pointed the girl's direction with his chin: "that girl is in our class. I thought that it was not suitable in the past. When she finished cleaning up, I went into the building again. As a result, I didn't know whether she was going to panning for gold in the trash can or what she was doing. Up to now, it's not over. I'm frozen into a popsicle."

Mo Cong stretched his neck to have a look. He lowered his voice as he did. His expression was obscene: "well, it's pretty good, but I don't think it's as good as our Xiaojin."

"Xiaojin in your family is too trendy," Anjie said with a bitter smile. "I'm old and belong to the generation who died on the beach. How can I keep up with her vigorous pace?"

Mo Cong laughed for a while. He suddenly noticed that in this cold night, there was a special vicissitudes in the sentence that he shrank into a group of teenagers without any image. No matter how ridiculed or careless he was, the taste could be revealed from his eyes.

When he looked up, the girl finally picked up her spoils and went to the next target. She was in a hurry. After a while, she walked around a building and disappeared.

"Ah, the little beauties in your class are gone. You are free."

Anjie just stretched out and picked up the empty bottle: "let's go."

Two people did not say a word until they entered the house, maybe because it was too late, maybe because they were tired.

In this city, there are people with evil intentions everywhere.

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