Southern tide

Chapter 24 24

It was the first joy, and almost the last.

Mu Yang fell asleep in his arms, Zhou Mingshea looked down at him, and stretched out his hand to brush away the sweat-wet long hair on his forehead, revealing a pair of slightly red eyes.Only now did he feel a little guilty—just a little—that he felt that he had gone too far, that he had taken too much from him.But a greedy hunter like him will not regret it, so he has no choice but to turn these guilt into pity and pampering, and return it to the only lover in this world.

He carried Mu Yang to the bathroom and washed him clean.After that, they hugged him naked and got into bed, daydreaming together.

This time I slept until three o'clock in the afternoon.They were so tired and sore.However, when he opened his eyes, Mu Yang was leaning against the window with a cigarette in his mouth. When he heard the noise, he turned to look at him.

His demeanor has changed, it is not as soft, ambiguous, and seductive as last night.A cold mist hung over his face.

Zhou Mingshea looked at him calmly, turned over, and found his clothes among the messy clothes on the ground.As soon as he looked up, he saw his luggage neatly arranged at the door.

Mu Yang cleaned it up for him.

Zhou Mingshea turned to look at him.

Mu Yang only paused for a while, then turned his head to avoid his gaze: "When I'm sober, it's time to separate."

He spoke very cryptically.

"Why?" Zhou Ming asked.

The cigarette ash fell on his hand, and Mu Yang looked down: "'The road of life... sweet dreams are like a long road'." He sang a Chinese Ghost Story softly in Cantonese, "There are many things that only happen once in life, I have said it before."

He looked out the window: "Come on, you can't live here anymore. Summer is coming to an end."

"Except for you, no one in Hong Kong City takes me in."

"You will take in others one day."

Zhou Mingshe was silent for a long time and did not refute.He can't do stalking.He took out the wallet from his pocket and was about to open it when Mu Yang stopped him: "I don't accept money."

"I've lived with you for too long, and I owe you rent, water and electricity."

"I don't want it," Mu Yang said, "It's my pleasure to keep you, and I am willing. Taking money will change the taste."

Zhou Mingxie went downstairs with his luggage, purposely walking through the alley.In this way, when passing by Mu Yang's window, he can look up.It's a pity that the window was closed tightly, so as not to show any telltale signs.Neighbors in the neighborhood passed by, and he stayed where he was, suddenly realizing that in his life, there was a second place that could be called his hometown.But this hometown also abandoned him.

In the end, he didn't wait for Mu Yang to change his mind, he smiled at himself, turned and left.The backpack weighed heavily on his shoulders.

What he didn't know was that not long after he left, the window quietly opened a corner.There were cigarette butts one after another on the window sill, and Mu Yang leaned there.He closed his eyes, and there was a CD in the room.

"In the world of mortals, how many directions do dreams have?

"Looking for a love in a dreamy dream...

"The road follows everyone."

Zhou Mingxiu drank a bowl of porridge in the village in the city.It was the three yuan porridge he drank the day he first came to Hong Kong and met Mu Yang.I didn't think it at the time, but now that I'm eating it, why do I feel that the rice is so dry and the porridge is so bitter?

The store asked him if he would like a rice roll and a bottle of orange soda.He declined, because he was afraid that he would not be able to forget Mu Yang.

He stood by the Pearl River for a while, determined to continue his journey.He ran away from home, climbed out of the high wall of the military academy and went south. He came to this city to find his mother.Mu Yang is just an episode, he should go back to the original path...it's just an episode.He repeated to comfort himself.

Zhou Mingxiu smoked half a pack of cigarettes by the river, turned around and went to the hospital.He's smart and the hospital is his last clue.The serious way didn't work, so he had to ask everywhere.He stalked the little nurse and knew the name of the person who was in the same ward as his mother before.He went to every family and asked them if they knew any news.Someone finally told him that she had seen her in Nansha, when she was holding a round fan to watch the stall, and the dried salted fish was spread out to dry on the stone oyster wall behind her.Her hair is cut very short, she wears an earring, and there is a two or three-year-old child next to her, who always falls when walking.

Zhou Mingshea made a lot of determination before he got on the bus and staggered.After getting out of the car, I walked again, and took another three-wheeled car. After tossing for a long time, I finally heard the sound of the sea.The sound of the sea was too strange to him. The sound he took for granted when he was a child was the howling sound of the forest shaking leaves when the wind passed through the mountains.

It was a very sunny day.

After many years, he met his mother on the seashore of Guangdong.

She had changed so much that he could hardly recognize her.But the moment their eyes met, he still pouted his nose unbearably.Because his mother froze for a moment, and then smiled at him.When she smiled, she was still used to touching her earlobe shyly and awkwardly. The earlobe of her left ear was stretched because she wore a silver pendant all the year round. She touched it and then showed him a familiar smile.

Body is the fishy smell of the sea, so strange.

She coaxed the child to sleep, and Zhou Mingsheath walked over.She brought him a bench, and he sat down, against her shoulders and arms, as he had done when he was a child.She skillfully handles the oysters and fishing rods in her hands, and strings the shells into bracelets for passing children to buy.They were silent until she got up, went to the cooling stall to buy two green coconuts soaked in ice water, and handed them to Zhou Mingsheath: "Drink a little," she said, "You are still as ignorant as before, no Love to drink water. Mouth is dry."

She reached out her hand to touch Zhou Mingshea's face, then seemed to remember something, and avoided him strangely.

He was already young, ambitious, and a tall and powerful son of a family.

And she is the weary mother of a reorganized family next to a small seaside village.

Zhou Mingshea did not hold back, a tear fell.The chatterbox was opened because of this tear.He didn't have to question her, asking why he was so ruthless and left him in the cold city of Beijing with iron walls. When she saw his eyes, which were as fierce as a wolf, they were as timid as a deer at this moment, she just wanted to Know what he's going to say.

She still replied like this: "You will understand one day, for your own good..."

Zhou Mingshea interrupted her: "I won't understand. There won't be that day."

He answered firmly, as if someone in this world had the confidence to do so.And she didn't reprimand him like she did many years ago, she just smiled.She has also changed.

Zhou Mingshea changed the topic: "What disease?"

He smelled the fishy smell on her body, and heard her say, "Ovarian cancer."

He raised his head abruptly, but there was still a smile on his mother's face.

His hand reached into his pocket, fumbling for the wallet.He asked in a low voice, "How much does it cost to be cured?"

Mother replied: "It's not about money."

He understood.

His shoulders were stunned, as if he had been shot by an arrow, his body trembled like duckweed in the salty sea breeze, and he lit a cigarette for a while.The smoke drifted towards the sea and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The woman did not persuade him to smoke less.The child was still sleeping beside her.

Zhou Mingshe felt that his voice sounded like he had been pressed to the ground and beaten, and his body was covered in blood: "How old is it?"

She said: "I got married last year. He brought it here, and I have no blood relationship with me." He made a wild guess.

In a low voice: "What kind of person is it?"

Mother smiled and said nothing.

The sun is on the head and exposed to the sun.The sea is sparkling like a river of gold.On the ground, the white flowers are dazzling, and the light spots are like reeds.Everyone is hiding in the shadows like ants, only they, as if they insisted on remembering the pain of the burning heart, and endured these tortures firmly, sat on the bank of the embankment .

"You must be very tired after running out by yourself," the mother said, "When will you go back?"

Her words always had too much meaning behind them.

Zhou Mingshe was silent for a long time: "I can stay, not near or far, I don't bother you, I just look at you from time to time. I know a lot of crafts, I can settle down, you don't have to worry about me, I can still get money." He put his hands up On top of the head of the child sleeping next to its mother, say so.

And the mother replied: "Do you know? In a few years," she turned her head and looked behind her. The sea breeze blew away her temple hair, and her dark skin that was exposed to hard work was slightly red like a lantern. "In a few years." , I will sleep in the depths of the sea forever. The sea floats and floats, maybe it can send me home."

Zhou Ming said in a deep voice, "You can go back now."

She said, "I can't go back."

When they couldn't talk anymore, his mother offered to invite him to dinner, saying that she knew there was a good restaurant in the city, and wrote him the address.Zhou Mingshea agreed, and when they parted, they shook hands like strangers, and the mother touched the bone ring.

Her insipid expression was finally broken at that moment, and the emotions on her face could only be appreciated by Zhou Mingsheath after many years.That's despondency, that's helplessness, that's complaint, that's silence, that's relief.She said, "What a coincidence, how did this thing get into your hands?"

"It was meant to come to me, wasn't it?"

He wanted to return it to his mother, but she refused.She smiled: "You put it away, it's God's will."

She stroked the bone ring: "When you meet a lover, don't keep it. Give it to him and keep him."

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... 23 I will think of a way again.