Your loneliness is more moving than this world

Chapter 34 Bully, Feng Chen, Fireworks Town

In 1992, an elder brother from a neighboring village five miles away opened a dance hall in Heita Town and made money, so he went home and built a big house.When the villagers came back from the field, they passed the construction site, pointed to the iron frame and said, "Look, that is the house he earned by opening the dance hall. There are countless women's thighs hidden in the cracks in the walls." There is no more beautiful rhetorical device than this.

In 1994, I learned to ride a bicycle, and I rushed to Heita Town in the west of Shacheng with my friends. A group of local boys who were about to reach puberty were just sightseeing. rise.I directed everyone to get off the car and walk towards a street.The small streets in Heita Town are not long, but narrower and narrower. The gates on both sides are very crowded, with the word "dance hall" on the plaques. Finally, one after another, nothing new.This place is much messier than I imagined, with wires criss-crossing, dead vines covering the blue-gray walls, and women in miniskirts standing on the steps, smoking or eating melon seeds, as listless as the neon lights above their heads.I looked at them one by one, and they rolled their eyes and cursed: "Little brat, what are you looking at, get out!"

In the early years, the poorest part of Shacheng was the west, and because of this, the westerners were discriminated against by the easterners. The easterners ridiculed the westerners as "Shanlujin", which means "a land turtle that grows up in the mountains with a ridiculous tone".The first place where Shacheng became rich was also in the west. The mountain people dug wells and dug out shiny stones, and then large and small private mines popped up all at once, and their overall scale and output were even close to those of state-owned mines. .Ore has created a new pattern in Shacheng. Since ancient times, places far away from the government and silver are the hotbeds of gangs. Hooligans have sprung up in the west of Shacheng. They use sticks and machetes to merge private mines and get rich one after another.The rich hooligans bribed low-level officials, trained young and middle-aged thugs, and built tall villas on the hills. They also contributed to paving roads and bridges for the local area, just to drive their own million-dollar Mercedes-Benz.

The irony is that the people in the plains are still telling jokes about the "mountain's tendons". Everyone put down their hoes, sat on the edge of the ditch, and chatted about the two most famous gangsters in Heita Town.The first one is the Turtle King, who was born in a poor family in the valley.The second one is the apprentice of the King of Turtles. He has been a soldier. He is good at military affairs. He became famous with his master. The residence of the Turtles is painted in camouflage colors, barbed wire is erected on the wall, and second-hand military radar is installed on the roof. It claims to be able to detect missiles flying within ten kilometers. .

Gui Wang's mentor and apprentice were originally criminals who met in prison. After Gui Wang was released from prison, he formed a gang and captured a hill in Heita Town and took over five mines.After Guitu was released from prison, he used his master's prestige to capture another mountain and took over four mines.The tortoise is young, too rampant, shows off his wealth and kills people, offends officials, the tortoise king comes forward to make peace, the tortoise commits another crime, the tortoise king abandons him angrily, saying: "Everyone who doesn't know the authority of an official will suffer disaster." The battle between the two sides was fierce, and dozens of people were killed or injured. The turtle king's military commander was kidnapped and his ticket was torn up, and the turtle disciple's confidant was killed by knives.

In addition to the gang, the ore brought Nanmanzi and "Miss" to Heita Town.Nanmanzi is a local derogatory term for migrant workers in the south. Most of them are poor, illiterate farmers or outlaws. They are short and have big feet. The deep wells that locals dare not go down.The high salaries of the Nanmanzi are not remitted to their families, and they are not deposited in credit unions, all of which are spent on sex.In the eyes of this group of people, the hills around Heita Town are the pinnacle of their lives, and at the pinnacle, there is no need to hide their strengths and bide their time.The Nanmanzi drank strong wine, finished singing "Love to Fight to Win", and walked into the room with "Miss" in his arms. The next day, he might be stoned to death in the well, poisoned to death by the gas in the crevice, or killed by the shovel of the enemy. Knocked to death, the body was dragged to a hidden place in the ravine and burned in wildfire, adding a touch of enchanting red to the night sky in that area.

Different from the jokes on the lips of ordinary people, Heita Town is a star town in the eyes of former Shacheng officials because it contributed huge taxes and drove the development of more than a dozen towns in the west.Overwhelmed by officials, they plan to raise funds to build the seventeen-story Xiafeng Hotel in downtown Shacheng.The seventeen-story Xiafeng Hotel is also a joke. It is said that the original intention of the designer was the eighteenth floor.

There has been a saying in my hometown for many years: "Shacheng City was developed by prostitution." The implication is that there are countless women's thighs hidden in the cracks in the walls of Xiafeng Hotel.In those years, the folks in Shacheng were full of thighs, and almost everyone who came back from the west carried eclectic jokes.I have an uncle who has been practicing medicine in the western villages of Shacheng City for many years. His clinic was knocked open by a woman with blood all over his face at night. It was the "Miss" of Xiafeng Hotel. She was hired by a foreign businessman, but she broke the rules. I took a few more orders in private, so I was slashed in the face with a blade in the alley.The uncle asked the whole story while stitching, and the "Miss" gritted her teeth and stated without crying.I asked my uncle: "What happened later?" Uncle said: "Later? This kind of person can only go back to his hometown, his face is ruined, and he offended others, and he is still in Shacheng! What are you doing asking these things? Get out of here !"

In 1996, I met a neighbor of a junior high school classmate, a beautiful short-haired sister with fair skin, very large eyes, and a gentle voice. Every time I went to my classmate’s house to play, I saw her squatting in the yard playing stones with a group of loli game.A classmate said: "She works as a "Miss" in Heita Town, and her family is poor. Before she graduated from junior high school, she followed others to make money. I heard that she was very popular there. Her father had a stroke and was half paralyzed, so she often went home to help." Classmate Then she told me that the short-haired sister once confided in her mother that she wanted to change her career. She said, "Auntie, I don't want to go to Heita Town anymore. Please help me find a partner here. I want to start a family."

In 1997, my short-haired sister married into our village. Her husband is the elder brother of my elementary school classmate.At the wedding, none of her natal relatives came, and only her mother and younger brother accompanied her to get married. The mother cried all the way in the car, not knowing whether it was joy or sorrow.

In 1998, there were rumors among the people that a "lady" with disheveled clothes flew down from the tall building of Xiafeng Hotel and fell to her death. Thousands of people gathered in Shacheng City to watch.It was an eventful year, and the government launched round after round of crackdowns to maintain social order.Guitu in Heita Town attracted the attention of the Municipal Public Security Bureau because of their frequent annexation of sites and wounding people.For a time, corruption and local tyrants ran wild, and even the foreign businessmen who lived in Xiafeng Hotel were in a state of panic all day long.At that time, I was in a private middle school in Shacheng, and my classmates showed me the name card of the Turtle King, which had the words "Director of the Public Security Council" imprinted on it. This funny title did not keep the Turtle King. Under the bridge, he was held down by the police officers who rushed up.With his face covered in mud, the King of Turtles called out the names of high officials in Shacheng, and threatened every policeman present. The policeman panicked and slammed him in the face until his mouth was covered in blood and he couldn't speak.

Turtle King was sentenced to death for crimes such as "intimidation", "kidnapping", "wounding", "murder", "bribery" and "illegal business operation". In the city, finally, at the Baimaqiao execution ground, the semi-automatic rifle fired, and the turtle king fell into the corpse pit with a snarl.

The life of the turtle disciples in Heita Town is much simpler than that of his master. Hiding behind his own radar, he shot into the sky and shouted: "Whoever passes the barbed wire, let him go to heaven!" His subordinates sent him to the west.

In 2001, an old classmate told me that Shacheng changed its top management and ushered in a new leadership team appointed by the province.The new team, with new iron fists, closed and bombed the small black mine in the west of Shacheng within a year. At the same time, they sealed up all the dance halls in Heita Town and expelled tens of thousands of illegal laborers.Since then, there are no more neon lights in the evening, and no more smoke in the night.

In 2009, that old classmate invited me to his wedding. He is from Heita Town, and Heita Town is no longer what I saw back then.I stood alone at the intersection for a long time, but I couldn't find the streets I walked through back then. There were high-rise buildings covered with green gauze and business people handing out leaflets everywhere. Heita Town was already dominated by developers.

The reeds flutter in the sun, sometimes green, sometimes golden,
Submerged the girl's body, like a warm dream.

(End of this chapter)