In the misty Jiangnan, there are so many broken dreams.

In March and April, rapeseed flowers are in full bloom in the southern countryside. At a glance, apart from the mountains in the distance, all that is left are the dazzling yellow rapeseed flowers.

The small village among the rapeseed flowers is like a landscape picture written by Guan Shanyue. It is as quiet as a photo and as beautiful as a poem. You can hear and see it, and what you hear is that people in this village are talking about each other.

The local dog barked, and what he saw was the long-lasting blue smoke.

At this time of year, on the stone bridge by the river, there are always students who come to sketch in twos and threes, cuddling with each other or whispering and singing. There are also tourists from other places carrying baggage who come to this place where the ancestors of the village have lived to seek freshness.

, but most of them will not make loud noises, for fear of disturbing the tranquility of this seemingly isolated and peaceful mountain village.

But the reason why tranquility is called tranquility is because it can be broken...

"Get out of the way...get out of the way!"

"The car has no brakes!"

That day, just after lunch, when it was time to eat and wait to die and fly a kite, a donkey's voice suddenly sounded like a thunderbolt on the rugged mountain road outside the village.

The originally silent scenery suddenly lost its peaceful atmosphere, as if Doudou's face suddenly appeared on a landscape postcard.

A man was riding a bicycle that made no noise except for the bell. He was carrying a somewhat old canvas bag with the telecom logo still vaguely visible on his back. On his feet was a pair of beef tendon-soled cloth shoes, the uppers of which were threaded.

It was dirty and stained with yellow mud, and looked like it had been stepped on.

He was dressed in ordinary clothes, so ordinary that most migrant workers who went to work in the city would be embarrassed to wear them outside like this. The style... there was no style at all. It was clearly the gray standard cloth clothes from the 1970s and 1980s, with burrs all over them.

, although there are no patches, it doesn’t look like it has anything to do with the famous brand. The pants are still straight jeans, with the BMW logo clearly printed on them.

He howled as he rushed down the winding mountain road with a slope of 45 degrees. The adults and children along the way looked at this guy from a distance, and most of them ran away without saying a word.

What are they going to do? Report the news! The little overlord, the star of death, is back!

Not to mention, this mud-legged guy doesn’t eat gutter oil, doesn’t smell car exhaust, and has good physical strength. The first person to rush to the village chief’s office was the only postman in the village. He was almost fifty years old, but he was so surprised.

I ran more than 3,000 meters at a sprint speed of 100 meters. Although I was out of breath, my face was as rosy as that of a young man.

"village head……"

With a long and miserable sound, he slid onto the tiled floor of the village chief's office, screaming in pain.

The village chief was an old man almost sixty years old, wearing a pair of reading glasses, and was reading last week's morning news. When he saw him like this, he quickly stood up and helped him up, complaining: "Urgent... urgent...

Hurry...hurry...what the hell."

"Village...Village Chief, that little boy is back!" The old postman couldn't even speak clearly: "He's back!"

"Who...who...who?" The village chief looked surprised: "Who...is back?"

"Who else can there be... who else!" Stuttering seems to be contagious, so the old postman also followed the village chief, and his speech became sluggish: "Wild... wild..."

Before he finished speaking, the village chief's eyes suddenly widened and he slapped his thigh: "Niang La!"

After saying that, the village chief also ran away and jumped into the village radio station in three or two steps. Surprisingly, the village chief, who had always stuttered, suddenly seemed to have a divine help at this point and started to speak smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, the loudspeaker in the village buzzed, and then the village chief's voice came from inside: "All villagers, pay attention, all villagers, pay attention! The militia captain went to the entrance of the village and stopped the dead guy. He would rather kill him."

Don’t let go of your mistakes! Also... Also, if there is a new wife, a new daughter, or a new mules or horses at home, all are hidden and are not allowed to open the door!"

While he was talking, the boy who was regarded by the whole village as a fierce tiger coming down the mountain had already arrived at the entrance of the village, still shouting "The car has no brakes", and his face was still full of energy.

And through the old village chief's shouting, the young and middle-aged militiamen in the village swarmed at the entrance of the village with sickles, hammers and long bamboo poles, and then watched the absolutely speeding bicycle slowly enlarge in their eyes...

Zoom in... zoom in again...

As expected, the speeding bicycle without brakes went straight towards the face of the militia captain Xi Liu who was standing at the head without any suspense. At first glance, the momentum looked like Cheng Yaojin's three-axe, but at a closer look, it looked like

They are Saddam's guerrillas.

"Ouch! Oh my god..."

The militia captain's shout woke up all the mountain children who had never seen such a momentum before. They cheered and surrounded the young man who had trespassed in the small village.

"Oh, tsk, tsk, tsk..." The young man didn't do anything wrong. The moment he hit Xiliu, he decisively abandoned the car to protect himself, so now he looked at Xiliu, who was covered in mud, and said happily.

Said: "I told you there was no gate..."

Xi Liu, who was knocked to the ground, was still aggressive when he started to lead people to block the door, but now that he saw the real owner approaching, he became flattering. He quickly stood up and patted his butt randomly: "

Third brother..."

"It's still good, Liu, this is given to you by the third brother." As he said, the young man took out a quite new flip phone from the broken canvas bag: "The year I left, you said you wanted a BB phone, but...

I've been looking for a long time now, and even the paging station is gone."

When he said this, his hands were not idle. He took out various gadgets that seemed quite novel here from the bulging bag and handed them to the boy scouts around him. As he scattered them, he said: "

Big Grasshopper, Third Brother turns out to be always bullying you. I’m giving you this mp3. Don’t you always envy Agou’s crappy Walkman? We won’t beg him now.”

The boy scouts around him were grateful and didn't even dare to take a breath. They responded to whatever people said. However, the things this guy gave me were quite popular. Although the village now has access to the Internet, after all, everyone

We are still poor, and there is only a second-hand one in the village chief's office. Now at first glance, this MP3 is like a Swiss Army Knife, and everyone is in a state of despair. They have long forgotten what the village chief said about the Western Paradise.

"Third brother, third brother." A group of boy scouts surrounded the young man and kept asking questions: "Third brother, is it easy to go to college?"

"It's easy to get into school, and girls in college are better off." The young man nodded vigorously: "Don't listen to your parents, just work a shitty job, finish schooling, go to college, and girls can go to whatever they want.

"

As they talked, several people unknowingly walked to the village's only integrated primary school with a junior high school. The young man named San Ge suddenly stopped and asked deeply: "Teacher Mei..."

When Xi Liu saw his expression, she suddenly trembled in her heart, and then said tremblingly: "Teacher Mei left long ago. I heard that she was married... I saw a car picking her up that day."

The third brother suddenly narrowed his eyes, then smiled and touched a tree next to him: "It's okay, first love doesn't understand love. Come on, take me to see the village chief."

After he left, Xi Liu accidentally saw the place where he just touched his hand. On the tree was a line of unclear words "Wang Jian will always love Teacher Mei."

That's right, this young man who is known as Third Brother, his real name is Wang Jian. This guy can be called the Little Bully and make all the men, women and children in the village feel numb when they see him. Naturally, he has a certain reputation.

Reasonable.

The story here has to start with the old carpenter in the village...

Older people in the village all know that the old carpenter is actually a very capable person, and his fine carpentry is even famous in the county. But it is also easy to brag a little bit, saying that his master has worked for Duan Qirui, Sun Yat-sen, and Feng Yuxiang.

He surpassed the bodyguards. He was very capable. He could catch bullets with one hand and kill people with a pebble. He also said that he also had this ability, but he would not be able to use it for the rest of his life.

Every time he said this, the children who listened to his stories would laugh at him and say: "Master Mu, you are so powerful, how can you let people blind you? You can't be a liar."

Every time I ask this question, the old carpenter will definitely never speak again, and he will always try his best. However, the old carpenter has a very good temper, and he also likes children very much. If an adult says this, he will immediately walk away with a livid face, but the child

When the child asked, he always said with a smile: "Your wooden master's eyes were not beaten blind, but were pecked by wild geese."

Children naturally don't know what it is like, but some adults do. In fact, Lao Mumu's eyes were really beaten blind. It happened during the ten years of turmoil. He has always been honest.

One day, Lao Mumu was suddenly dragged from his bed to the playground of the middle school in the town. He was beaten severely without any hesitation. His eyes were blinded by a belt buckle at that time. Everyone has also heard that Lao Mumu was beaten by someone.

The person who betrayed him was said to be a lackey of the capitalist counter-revolution. The person who betrayed him was said to be his great disciple.

Later, some people said that Lao Mumu was almost beaten to death, but that day several small jeeps came, followed by many soldiers, and they managed to save Lao Mumu. By the time they left, he only had half a life left.

After the old boy was sent back to the village, there was still a man who looked like a high-ranking official waiting behind the door of the old boy's house. He waited for five days at a time, bringing tea, water, food, and laundry. He said something to the old boy every day, but every day he said something to the old boy.

Every time he was driven out of the door by Lao Mumu with a cane.

The high official left, but those rebels never came back to provoke Lao Mu. I heard that they were suppressed by the high official, and the scene was quite bloody. The big apprentice who was suspected of betraying Lao Mu never came back. I heard that he was well-informed.

People said that he went to a foreign country to work as a carpenter and became famous, and he no longer cared about Lao Momo. And the well-informed person also said that the high official was actually Lao Momo's second apprentice.

This is naturally how this mistress came to be.

San'er, also known as Wang Jian, was picked up by Lao Mu from the garbage dump in the town. When he first came here, he was only two or three years old. He couldn't speak well. He had a silver collar around his neck and looked like a tiger. At that time, everyone was

He said that the child was lost and that he would be sent to the public security bureau, but Lao Mumu insisted that the child was abandoned. He said that the child was born with a disease and would not survive until he was seven years old, so his family took him to the police station.

He threw it away.

We don’t know whether he is sick or not. Anyway, this guy lived past the age of seven safely. Not only did he live past the age of seven, he also became the little bully in the village. I don’t know which god gave birth to this baby, and he was aborted.

He was a man of steel and iron. He was not afraid of pain and had never seen him bleed. Once, when he was ** years old, he got into a fight with a group of bad boys from a nearby village. He was hit on the head with a stick, but the boy didn't realize it.

He picked up half a brick and was so stunned that the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy hid back home, crying and shouting and not going out.

Later, Lao Mumu also got old. He just sunbathed in front of the door every day and had no time to take care of the children. Naturally, this boy became a tyrant in the village. Especially when this boy was sixteen or seventeen years old, he was simply overturned.

It was so bad. From the West Village to the East Village, everything was going crazy inside and out. There was no one, no matter adults or children, who was not afraid of him.

At that time, the village chief said, who can cure this wild boy? He contributed half the harvest of his family. Originally, there must be brave men under the heavy reward, but this reward was not given out for many years. There was an incident

There was quite a big fuss. It was said that the bad boy from the next village was beaten by a wild boy when he was a child and called him mother when he came home. When he grew up, he learned bad things outside and became a gangster. One year during the Chinese New Year, he drank too much and became a gangster.

The new daughter-in-law of the old Zhang family in the village was insulted.

Originally, there was no evidence for this matter, and the words were unfounded. In addition, the **'s family was also full of **, and Lao Zhang was a coward. In the end, the Zhang family's daughter-in-law drank the pesticide with hatred.

It stands to reason that when a person dies and the light goes out, this matter will come to an end. But who knows, the day of Zhang's wife's funeral happened to coincide with the winter vacation of Wild Boy's high school. He was a good person, and he kept asking about this and that.

But things are bad.

That really made me furious. I immediately smashed the glass, tables, bottles and jars that could be smashed at the village chief's house, and threw away the ones that could be thrown away. Then I stood on the roof of the village chief's house and cursed the whole night.

Not to mention how lively the scene was, the village chief’s son even knelt down to beg him, but he refused to give in. Before leaving, he peed into the rice vat at the village chief’s house, spit and cursed.

waste.
To be continued...