The old man said there was a disabled old lady, and another elderly woman with a disabled child, from now on, this child would find a home. Would the old lady’s old lady be heartbroken about him? Impossible. The old lady never let women’s hearts be moved by money. The old man was touched, besides gratitude, there was almost no one else who was good to him. Not loved, usually not understanding love. Just like this summer himself, he wouldn’t learn that gentle slow speech, and couldn’t find that peaceful mind like the North, his tone always full of anger, emotional when good, happy when good, expressing densely good, always angry, besides flowing expression of anger, he wouldn’t sustain exposed emotions.
He didn’t handle it well: using a cloth to wrap the old man, handed over to the police, then through lengthy processing, through the old man’s countless times of being transported and turned over, possibly like the old man’s forecast, sitting for several years would be complete without damage. Even if sentenced to extreme punishment, he finally went to the court, also just because the old man’s legal execution was inevitable.
He couldn’t see the process. And the North was being brutally chained in front of him. He stared at his entire process from being pulled to stopping, stared at those dispersing hot air and brain fluid. This pain, except for someone’s hand inserting the first nail into the old man’s heart, had no solution.
Now, his anger finally turned into nothingness like that broken water demon. Many books write: instant growth. Actually growing is that result, like a ripe fruit, previously already pregnant enough. This summer is now extremely calm. The old man and SUV have been in the water demon for four years, considered the final scene.
Why did he do this? He thought, was it to verify the police’s wisdom? Or consider legal provisions strictly? Or simply because of the old man’s predetermined agreement before the game started? Seemingly not, he didn’t want that. The evidence was just a capability.
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If the text is in Chinese, I will translate it into English:
If one day in four years, an SUV was pulled out from the police car, it wouldn’t be scary. Su Zui was the smallest, and he walked the most freely. Finding someone smaller than himself, he also opened up. After earning some years, he suddenly realized that he was still being watched, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: youth is lost, limited to four years. But the old man was not. The old man was preparing to escape, and for the fugitive, the trial period might not be far from four years, depending on his involvement in the crime.
The most important punishment in the law is the death penalty, and the world seems to believe that taking a person’s life is the most severe punishment. So where are the good points of life? This summer, he stopped blowing, and he recalled that everyone would know that it’s better to die early than late.
The northern dialect says: There’s no good place. Eat more, laugh more.
The law found a loophole: For those who don’t want to live, killing me won’t constitute a death penalty, judging that letting them continue to live is more cruel.
The law enforcement officers were all blessed, so they didn’t expect anyone’s life to be like this.
Yunnan is unclear about the four seasons because the trees are always green. The main business district road is full of sea flowers, and every year seeing them bloom means spring is getting closer. The bright flowers are always blooming by the roadside, usually not noticeable, but once they bloom, they suddenly feel like something is missing around them because other cities don’t have these beautiful flowers. From the early 1990s, Kunming’s winter has rarely seen snow, with most times being sunny, the coldest time being in January, and sometimes the weather turns bad and it snows in the north, but at such times there are even fewer people.
From handling various procedures, to election, to renovation, to opening a business, it only took less than two months.
Only a small official like Gai Xu could complete this with such efficiency. Without Wu Zhi and Yao Bei, this summer only had a single strike, with Gai Xu’s first battle report making him feel self-aware.
The main diet consisted of edible mushrooms. Mouth mushrooms, pine mushrooms, monkey head mushrooms, wood ear mushrooms, meat mushrooms, white and blue mushrooms, sheep intestine mushrooms, and chicken leg mushrooms should all be available. Mushrooms and meat could be cooked together to create many delicious flavors.
The restaurant wasn’t very large, with few staff, but the style was quite good, seemingly from a few ethnic minority workers from the autonomous region. The restaurant’s atmosphere was warm, conveniently located near a research institute and affiliated hospital, with familiar people often coming and going. Bai Tian would sometimes bring development zone guests.
Days passed without incident.
But this summer, he began to have endless worries. Based on his experience, major changes always seemed calm beforehand, and life always appeared perfectly beautiful. He deeply felt anxious about this peaceful life. With the second trial already executed, what else unexpected could happen? He worried about when Gai Ru might suddenly fall ill, or when he might relapse, or when the plant poison might commit another crime. Maintaining inner peace seemed too easy.
His dreams also began. Often dreaming of old ghosts. When this small person appeared in his dreams, he was terrified every time. During the day, he repeatedly read “Water Margin”, saying Li Zheng killed people without reason, that when killing, even a loving rural couple would be implicated, causing chaos, doing unspeakable things, and even burning houses afterward. This summer felt Li Zheng was a typical psychological patient, and Sun Erniang elevated killing to an economic activity. The mountain’s so-called good Han almost entirely opposed humanity, with such cold-blooded and unique pride that could remain indifferent to fresh lives disappearing in an instant, almost enjoying it. He had just killed an old ghost and could barely sleep.
He thought he could be at peace, but the dream warned him that many things were not as expected.
The deepest fear originated from doubts about his own fate. He specifically went to Qu Dong New Village, where the village head brought him to find a very accurate fortune teller.
Villagers called him Wang Yan Zi. Born with a squint, his fate was said to be inherited. Wang Yan Zi tilted his head and asked about life’s characters, which the summer didn’t understand. He had been confused his entire life, especially at specific moments. Wang Yan Zi said not knowing characters was also fine, just listening.
Wang Yan Zi might have limited mobility, so his body was thin and small, his face like most cross-eyed people looking up at the sky, eyes deeply sunken, like an empty gourd’s skin, with teeth scattered east and west, still quite clean, looking like a child just starting to grow teeth. He touched the summer from head to foot, then from foot to head, multiple times.
Wang Yan Zi shook his head repeatedly, three times. He stretched out his thin, bony fingers: “Bones will sequentially have: rice bone, skeleton bone, hard bone, broad bone, rare bone, wing bone, slack bone, shoulder bone, thigh bone, fish bone, and knee bone. You’re mixed and long-bodied, though others might say you’re half-long, but haven’t mixed like this, always having two large heads that can determine your body. With such a chaotic body, your fate must change dramatically, between great fortune and great disaster.”
This dream master remained silent. He wanted to know another question: “Did I conquer the people around me?”
