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The sky is covered with snow.
The road is full of cars, but they are not driving fast. The lights are all on, and a string of stars stretches into the distance.
It is now around 20 o’clock in the evening. Hong Yanwu is driving and has arrived at the Jingtong Expressway. Sitting in the car, he can see the straight bank of the Tonghui River. Next to it is the viaduct of the Batong Line of the Metro, and further on it is almost to the Fifth Ring Road of Beijing.
His plan is to run all the way north from the capital to the nearest border. He must leave the country in the shortest possible time. Whether it is Outer Mongolia, Korea, or Russia, he can only be safe if he leaves.
Because he understood it, he was even more afraid of the power that was about to hunt him down. As long as he is still in the country, he has a fatal rope around his neck. Once people tighten up, there is no doubt that he will have to catch a cold from Daitang (a mocking reference to death).
So, as he had already thought, he had to first go to those “friends” in the past to help him with some “little favors”. For example, they were asked to drive this “Silver Run” out of town and replace it with an untraceable car. Of course, there is no need to tell them anything, they will understand each other. The S350 was enough to reward them for keeping the secret. Once he leaves the capital, even if Gao Ming can find them, the trouble will have nothing to do with him.
Hong Yanwu cheered up and started dialing numbers on the car phone.
“Hey, nails…what, first aid?…Myocardial infarction?”
“Big old fart, you old boy, if I have anything to do with you…what? Are you the father of a policeman now?…Ah? You stopped for your son?”
“I’m looking for Xiao Gangbeng’er… What? Dead?… No, he only has four cards (slang, Zhang means ten). That’s a lot… The plane crashed two months ago?”…
Hong Yanwu’s face was really uglier than if he had just seen a ghost. He stared blankly at the taillights of the dark blue Ma Saner car in front of him, feeling the sadness of a hero in his twilight years.
After a while, he cautiously dialed a landline number.
“I, I’m looking for Lao Huang’er,…what? Went to climb the Jiankou Great Wall with my travel companions?…Isn’t this nonsense? In this snowy day, he is a lame again…ah? He has been missing for three days La…what? Don’t wait for the police to call?…”
When he put down the phone, Hong Yanwu’s eyes were completely blank. His lips were trembling, as if he was trying to figure out the power of time. Melancholy, anger, and despair all came flooding back.
If you are not careful, the old world will become “old paste”!
Yes, no matter what happened back then, these people have already passed the age of knowing their destiny. It turns out that he is not the only one who has been thrown away by time as garbage.
No one can count on him, he can only rely on himself. Now he is just a lone wolf on the road to escape alone in the wind and snow.
It took a long time to regain consciousness. Hong Yanwu pursed his lips and had to immediately figure out the new details of his escape.
Try not to go anywhere with cameras, and wear a mask or hat to disguise your appearance. You can’t take any public transportation. You have to find a black car with a different brand to leave the capital overnight, and wait until you get outside to catch your breath.
Well, once we enter the city, regardless of anything else, we must first “process” this car.
Where can I park this car?
Hey, sneak into the moat to be safe.
Yes, that’s a good idea.
Can you escape?
Maybe, maybe not. But you should give it a try no matter what. This is a gamble, and it can be considered a thrilling gamble.
When he thought of this, it seemed as if he was going on a “death journey”, and Hong Yanwu couldn’t help but his heart beat wildly. Looking at the dark front again, he smiled nervously again.
Gambling? Isn’t life just gambling? Society is a big casino, but his game is a little too big, and the chips are his life.
Win?
Can you win?
Lost?
Maybe you will lose.
Live if you win, die if you lose. There is no choice. He doesn’t want to gamble, is that possible?
However, I finally managed to escape successfully, and there is no sure path.
When he thought of this, Hong Yanwu felt that his luck was actually not bad. A little more optimistic.
He began to mutter to himself to comfort himself, “Every misfortune turns into good luck. God will never starve to death.”
Then, in order to calm down, he turned on the radio again.
The song playing in the car is a familiar melody in my memory. The hoarse voice of a rough old man is very distinctive, and he actually sings so smoothly and smoothly, just like running water.
“If I go back to the past and everything happens again, will I understand the key points of life, not be afraid of setbacks, have no empty complaints, let me see further…”
Listening to it, Hong Yanwu felt that this song was so good that it was almost played for him.
He tried hard to think of the name of the song, but couldn’t remember it. He started humming again, but also couldn’t make out the tune. It’s really annoying.
A thought suddenly occurred to him, was his life worth living or was it a loss?
While frowning, he was suddenly filled with unspeakable awkwardness.
What? Are you sick?
He cursed himself, not wanting to find the answer anymore, his eyes were red.
There is no regret medicine in the world.
Just after passing the Fifth Ring Road, a billboard popped out of the snow and fog on the roadside, showing a foreign brand of ice cream. In such weather, the billboards were covered with frost, making the content of the advertisement particularly vivid.
This scene immediately made Hong Yanwu miss the past, and he remembered the taste of the orange soda he used to drink. At that time, no one was following Aikadas, and no one knew what Hiroshima coffee was. However, time flies and everything in the past becomes history.
There are no longer wooden telephone poles on the roadside, grocery stores have become chain supermarkets, bathhouses have become bathing centers, and bicycles have been replaced by electric vehicles. Now the entire capital has changed, and the speed of change is far faster than the change of people.
Where is this? Shanghai? Tokyo? New York? Confused.
Has he been here? Is this still where he was born?
The past is completely unrecognizable. After spring, autumn, year after year, time takes everything away. A modern capital city is superimposed on the traditional capital city of the past. Everyone in the world knows what Beijing looks like now, because it looks like a replica of almost any modern city.
You can’t even see the high-rise buildings in the distance, and all kinds of buildings are confusing. Look, there are so many magnificent high-rise buildings, each one bigger and taller than the other, and they are extraordinary. One race after another, the lights are bright and colorful. Everyone looks at it and thinks it’s pretty good, but how many people know what’s hidden inside.
Is it Manlou’s conspiracy? Or a whole floor full of male thieves and female prostitutes? How many dirty transactions are going on in those rooms with bright and clean windows? How many thrill-seeking men and women are having **** in the office?
The modern rhythm fades away the taste of the past, and the past life is polished away bit by bit by time. Time-honored brands in Beijing are constantly being “buried” or “annihilated.” People flocked to SKYSCRAPER, SHOPPINGMALL, KEN FRIED CHICKEN and XINDAK. Large tracts of old and familiar streets and alleys have been demolished and replaced by modern landmark buildings such as R&F Plaza, SOHO Modern City, China World Trade Center, Bird’s Nest, Water Cube, and China Vision Big Pants.
The neon lights are flashing and there are many tall buildings. Modern prosperity will always be like this.
Can we go back to the past?
There is no going back.
“…I will no longer make promises lightly, and I will no longer change myself for anyone. After life trials, love setbacks are inevitable. I still look forward to tomorrow…”
Such lyrics make me feel sour in my heart no matter how I listen to them.
Hong Yanwu’s heart was filled with ups and downs. He seemed to have drunk too much, and his emotions became extremely intense.
Decades have passed in this blink of an eye. This “disaster” like him is also a person who has thrown away fifty and ran for sixty. How fast? Why has there been so much noise in the past fifty-two years?
In the decades he lived, he was a little bad guy before the age of twenty, a fool after the age of twenty, and a big **** at the age of thirty. Summing up the past, it was all corruption and self-indulgence. I have been fighting to the death for money all my life, and I have been bruised all over my body fighting for profit. In fact, these are all external things.
The biggest tragedy in his life was to discover that his life trajectory had never been beautiful.
Hong Yanwu couldn’t help but start to think about his old age. Lonely, he sat on a bench in the park, hunched over, recalling the lost family, love and friendship with regret, becoming a lonely ghost…
Without any warning, he suddenly yelled in the car, “I’ve been following nowhere all my life!”
Then, he actually cried again.
What a wicked thing!
It snowed heavily and the sky was all white.
The car drove very quietly, at 50 kilometers per hour.
Hong Yanwu couldn’t drive too fast, the weather was too bad, and he was in poor health. He only drove for more than half an hour, and his energy was already a bit unsustainable.
What made him most impatient was that a heavy truck carrying cargo blocked the way ahead. For several kilometers, his car was blocked by the heavy truck in front, and he could only follow slowly behind.
He finally couldn’t help but sounded the horn.
Another long time passed before SINOTRUK finally began to move to the side of the road.
Hong Yanwu didn’t want to miss the opportunity, stepped on the accelerator, crossed the white line, and drove forward. But at the moment of overtaking, he was shocked to see a dazzling light in front of him.
It turned out that a black BMW X7 coming from the opposite lane lost control and flew into the air. The car jumped over the isolation zone in the middle of the road and was heading straight towards Hong Yanwu’s front!
How come? !
Unable to evade, it is too late to brake. I saw the light on the front of the BMW getting brighter and brighter, and then it turned completely pale and I couldn’t see anything clearly…
Is the sky thundering? Why is there a roar?
Why is the snow between heaven and earth red?
Feng Xinglie! He’s actually flying?
Hong Yanwu was really rising, feeling his body relax and relax, and he was simply floating in heaven. He was too lazy to think about anything, just looking at the Milky Way in the sky.
Galaxy?
No, it turned out to be car lights on the highway. And those cars suddenly became bigger and bigger!
The severe pain in his body instantly made Hong Yanwu wake up again. He was hit by an oncoming car and was sent to the sky, and now he was rushing towards the ground.
I never thought that such a **** movie scene would be the reason for ending his life.
He is going to die!
Hong Yanwu tried his best to lift his legs up, determined to step on God even to death.
Following his legs, he saw the night sky.
Oh my god, I was really stepped on by him!
He fell faster and faster, the wind getting stronger and stronger hit his face, whoosh!
He was suffocated before landing.
When his body hit the ground, it sounded like a hungry dog chewing the bones in its mouth.
Life is so unexpected!