A piece of the past, a deceased person who has long passed away with the wind

It's autumn and the weather is getting cooler. It was raining heavily again today, sitting in the car, waiting for the day to unload. Suddenly, I thought of a deceased person. The Slovaks have passed away, a bullet more than twenty years ago, ending his young life, leaving only the sorrow of his parents and the grief of the victim's family.

More than twenty years ago, I had a formal job and went to the streets every day. I thought that with the fists of my own and my brothers, I could follow my big brother to fight a piece of the world and make a fortune with gold and jade food. Later, it turned out to be nothing more than a dream. Later, slowly, I stopped participating in those broken things, and worked as a stevedorer in a certain consignment department.

The consignment department is the passenger and freight line running in Jimo in our county. At the beginning, in order to take care of his brother who was bankrupt in raising a truck, the boss gave him a big bus, let him run around the townships around my county, specially pulled those merchants who rushed to sell clothing to buy goods in Jimo, the first six days of the lunar calendar, other times each township every morning at three o'clock to send a car, one village to collect people, pull them to buy goods, the boss's brother drove, I sold tickets. When they arrived at Jimo, they had to load the goods they had entered on top of the big passengers. Every month, I eat and live, six hundred dollars. I did this for half a year, and I actually saved thousands of dollars. But I'm a little bored of living in xiaxiang for a long time. After the Spring Festival, I proposed not to do it, and it happened that the boss was also short of people, so I went to the boss.

The boss's brother was introduced to a local young man in Jimo to follow the car. The young man's surname is Huang, and I still don't know what it is called [cover my face]. Xiao Huang is very handsome, about one meter seventy-five, thin and handsome, the home is certainly not in Jimo City, but which township, I don't know.

We were all young at the time, and we were also right-tempered. Work free time to play and chat. Sometimes he was on vacation, and he came to me a few times and drank a few times. The boss's brother rented a house in a town in the western part of my county at that time, and stopped there after returning from Jimo to deliver the goods, and ate and lived there. The landlord has a little girl, young and young, and the love sinus is just opening. The minion looks handsome, and every day he looks up and does not look down, and when he comes and goes, the two fall in love. After a long time, the landlord found out that the landlord was also an old bastard at that time, and he did not look at Xiao Huang as dead or alive, but the woman was not left behind, and the girlfriend had to follow him no matter what. Later, there was really no recruitment, and the landlord found the boss's brother, or the house was not rented. Or change someone to follow the car. Xiao Huang is determined not to live here. Xiao Huang was resigned and returned to Jimo. However, the power of love is enormous, and the landlord's daughter also follows Jimo [cover her face].

Xiao Huang, who returned to Jimo, did not continue to look for a job, but engaged in theft with a group of friends, specializing in stealing motorcycles and part-time flying car robberies. Sometimes when I am idle, I also go to the Jimo wholesale market to hang out and find me to brag. For a while, he didn't show up. When he reappeared in front of me, his entire face was swollen and his cheekbones on one side were deformed. Asked what was wrong, he said it was a robbery and was chased by the police. Panic did not choose the way out of the accident. He rode a bicycle, lived in the hospital for a month, disfigured. Sitting in the back of his friend, fractured. At that time, I advised him not to do it again, and how good it was to find a place to work safely, but he smiled disapprovingly and left.

The last time I saw him was autumn. One day on August 15, in the open space east of the Jimo Old Clothing Wholesale Market, the government held a public trial meeting. That day, I was not busy, I was idle, I went to see the liveliness, and among several death row inmates with large signs, I recognized Xiao Huang at a glance, the deformed and swollen face. He hung a sign on his chest, and the name written on it was on it, and Huo Ran drew a red fork and fork, robbing the murderer, Huang Moumou. At that time I was stunned, I rubbed, how could he go to kill people? There are too many people to see the liveliness, and the distance is far away. I didn't hear clearly what the presiding judge read on the stage. After a while, after the meeting, Xiao Huang was escorted by two armed policemen and got into the truck. A police car opened the way and rushed to the execution ground.

Later, listen to others. Xiao Huang was with two people, taking advantage of the fact that the morning was not light, taking a knife to rob those merchants who came to ink to deliver goods. And the place to be picked is very clever, just waiting at the door of the public toilet, waiting for a person to go to the toilet, the three of them followed, one with a knife holder around the neck, two hands to search. On the day of the accident, the robbed merchant desperately resisted, and during the fight, Xiao Huang's knife cut through the carotid artery of the merchant...

More than twenty years have passed, and sometimes inexplicably, I will think of this deceased person. We're not really friends, acquaintances. Now, I am forty-five years old, and when I think about the past, it is sometimes very emotional. The road of life is wrong step by step.