Get on No. 7 bus and go (down)

  The conversation was cut off halfway by Wang Jian, and one of his feet was stepping on a red brick that had fallen to the side of the road. The powerful force burst out suddenly, and the hard brick didn't even have time to make a sound before it turned into flying dust, staining his shoe with a bright red color, as if he had just crushed someone's skull.

  Donggua and his son took a step back, intimidated by Wang San's crazy eyes. This kind of mad dog-like gaze really had the magical effect of making people's buttocks tighten up. So next, Donggua casually grabbed his precious son's ear and dragged the "Hua Ge" who was so domineering in school to Ah Jing's face: "Quick! Quick apologize! You little rabbit, who the hell taught you this?"

  "Goodbye." San Ye waved his hand: "It's normal to be moved by a beautiful girl, isn't it?"

  When he said "isn't it", the mad dog's eyes had already returned to normal, and he looked like a slightly dull older brother next door, which made Donggua involuntarily let out a sigh of relief.

  Although winter melon is now considered a bit of a capable person, this year who can not be afraid, especially the mad dog that cannot be feared, especially San Er, this kind of mad dog that is more fierce than a lion. In those years, he was already a husband who could hold down ten thousand husbands and no one could open him up. You know, at that time, this kid still had fluff on his mouth, and from the skill of kicking the turn head into powder just now, if he really goes crazy, even the several strong little partners he brought will have to settle accounts here.

  The atmosphere on the scene became somewhat silent due to Wang Jian's intimidation. After about twenty seconds, San'er cleared his throat and turned to look at A'ying: "Go in and sleep."

  "Third Brother..."

  "Get going, there are only a few months left until the exam." San Ye pinched Ah Ying's neck and pushed her towards school.

  Ah Ying looked at San Ge with a wronged expression and said in a very wronged tone: "San Ge, I'll definitely go find you after the exam."

  "Whatever." Wang Jian waved his hand: "You're on your own for food, I won't support freeloaders."

  "Great!"

  Ah Ying was also a heartless and ruthless person. After hearing Wang Jian agree to go to his place during the summer vacation, she didn't care about the sad farewell with her friends or the little fatty sister who was hiding in the corner, trembling with fear. She made strange noises with her mouth and slipped into the school gate like a female Tarzan.

  Watching her leave, Wang Jian let out a sigh and muttered to himself: "This shouldn't be because of me, right..."

  "Ah, nothing's wrong, right?" Wang Jian looked around: "If nothing's wrong, I'll leave."

  But after finishing speaking, San Ye suddenly saw Donggua's shiny Mercedes-Benz, and his eyes lit up instantly. The way he looked at Donggua also became somewhat strange.

  Winter melon who had been in society for a long time naturally knew San Ye's thoughts, and immediately went up to greet him, smiling and saying: "I'll send you off."

  Third Master's face showed a smile, but his mouth said: "How can that be good?"

  Winter melon took a look at his virtue and scolded him in his heart, but on the surface he hurriedly said: "Where, where, this is what I want..."

  After finishing speaking, he pointed to the little fatty sister who was still scared and had soft legs beside him, and said to his son: "Send her back home! If you do this kind of thing again next time, I'll break your leg!"

  Watching the Mercedes drive away, "Hua Ge" suddenly felt a sense of being on the verge of tears, but he didn't dare disobey his father's orders. He could only walk to the little fat girl with a gloomy face and say reluctantly: "I'll take you!"

  While sitting in the Mercedes-Benz, Wang Jian half-closed his eyes and listened to Donggua giving his son a good talk, which clearly meant that he would guarantee not to disturb Aying again in the future, and also told Wang Jian not to be impulsive, as his family only had this one son. Listening to this made Wang Jian's head ache.

  "Are there cars leaving the city now?"

  Wang Jian suddenly opened his mouth and abruptly interrupted Donggua's speech.

  "It's over, where are you going? I'll send you off."

  When Donggua spoke to Wang Jian, he always had a strange and nervous tone, perhaps due to the atmosphere or fear of going crazy like a mad dog. Anyway, he was nervous, and after finishing speaking, he remained silent for a long time before blurting out the next sentence: "Where are you going?"

  "Hmm..." San Ye dragged out a long tone: "Not clear. Let's take a look around first, work is always to be found."

  "Well... why don't you come and help me then? Let's conquer the world together!"

  Winter melon was eagerly recommending himself, even unknowingly slowing down the speed of the car, and constantly paying attention to Wang Jian's expression.

  "With you?" San Ye raised an eyebrow: "I hate gangsters the most in this life."

  "I... I'm really not a gangster." Winter melon's face was so gloomy that his flesh almost drooped to his chin: "Nowadays, even those who work on construction projects outside are struggling to survive in the cracks. People like me can only be poor and miserable in this broken place. And yet you say I'm a gangster..."

  But even if he said that, Wang Jian still shook his head firmly, leaning against the car window and staring at the dark front.

  "It's too cramped in here, let's get out."

  Wang Jian's attitude was already very firm, and the winter melon could only let out a sigh before quietly driving his car until they passed by the only central square in the small town.

  Although it was almost 10 o'clock in the evening, the square was still crowded with people. Several large neon lights illuminated the area, and many men and women were sitting or standing, holding a piece of paper and writing or looking at it, just like filling out college entrance examination applications.

  "What's this?"

  Winter melon let out an "oh" and unintentionally revealed a complacent expression: "These are several contracting teams under my hand, recruiting people to go outside to work on projects."

  "Is it all yours?"

  "No, they're all mine. I would have made a fortune by now." Donggua smiled wryly: "I'm just a horse (a low-ranking person), I was entrusted by several big bosses outside, and it's hard to recruit people now."

  Wang Jian seemed lost in thought, then suddenly his eyes lit up and he turned to stare at Donggua for a few seconds: "Is there one going to the Imperial Capital?"

  "There is, how..." Winter melon suddenly changed the subject: "I'll go help you arrange it now. If you don't mind, I'll let them assign a foreman to you in the construction team first, temporarily for now, and wait for a good opportunity to leave. We two can be considered to have fate."

  "Thanks for your kindness." Wang Jian pushed open the car door and walked away: "I'll repay your favor, I've taken note of it."

  Winter melon hastily followed him off the bus and didn't directly respond to Wang Jian's words, but after flattering him a few times, he took Wang Jian to the registration office of the construction team.

  With just a few pieces of mantou and tens of yuan on him, as well as more than half a pack of cigarettes, Wang Jian coincidentally boarded the train to Tokyo.

  Before leaving, Donggua still said goodbye to him and said that if he was really tired, he would come back and follow him. He also said that although he had just met Wang Jian, without Wang Jian at the beginning, there would be no him now, so he wanted to recognize Wang Jian as his brother.

  Of course, Wang Jian didn't take it to heart. Apart from remembering that this person had helped him, he wasn't particularly moved. After all, he wasn't a fool and knew what was kindness and what was emotions.

  Wang Jian sat on the train, watching his hometown gradually disappear into the distance. Although he hadn't been back for four years, he knew that this time's departure was a truly permanent farewell. Once he stepped onto that bridge, it meant he had to bid a thorough goodbye to his childhood and past.

  He didn't know what the future held, and he was too lazy to think about it. It's okay if it's good or bad, anything goes, anyway, he's just a lone wanderer, alone and free, with nothing much to worry about.

  And in that small county town, after seeing off Wang Jian, Donggua sat in the living room of his home, looking dejected, next to him was "Hua Ge" with a face full of grievance and discontent.

  "Dad... why are you so good to that psycho and even hit me for him..."

  "Hmph, I won't hit you, or neither of us will be able to leave." The pumpkin face's muscles twitched: "From now on, stay away from that sister of yours for me."

  "What kind of person is he?"

  "Huang Liu, know him? Huang Liu's finger was chopped off by him. He's a mad dog! I've asked around, that guy... never mind, go to sleep."

  Wang Jian, who was on the train, also fell asleep after sneezing several times, with a half-eaten cold mantou still on the table.

  Of course, there was also the rumble of a train.

  Along with the sound of the train, Wang Jian had a dream. In his dream, he saw an old carpenter who told him not to be too arrogant and to learn to restrain himself. The old man repeatedly warned him not to drink, not to fight or be reckless, and so on and so forth. It was all the same as what Wang Jian's parents had said before he went off to college. At that time, Wang Jian had felt very impatient and even argued back, but now he just listened quietly. As he listened, he felt a hollow feeling in his heart. Although he knew it was just a dream, he didn't want to wake up.

  When Wang Jian really woke up, the sky was already bright. He had slept for more than ten hours, and ordinary people would have been sore all over by now, but Wang Jian didn't feel any discomfort except for a smoky smell on his body. He looked out of the window and found that the railway line had changed from a single one to a crisscross pattern, and the surrounding area was filled with the sound of train whistles blowing in succession as trains arrived at the station.

  "It's come to this..."

  Wang Jian stood up, stretched his waist, and carried the tattered canvas bag that even a thief wouldn't steal on his back. He took a deep breath and followed the crowd to get off the train.

  At that moment, Wang Jian turned his neck, took a deep breath, and spat out the first sentence of his new journey:

  "The air is really bad!"

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