Breaking Through the Clouds: 153.Chapter 153

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Squeak--

The old cracked door of the Tsuchiya was pushed aside, and a thin and yellow-haired boy looked at a little boy who was at most five or six years old. Holding a plastic basin of water that was extremely disproportionate to his height in both hands, he staggered across the threshold. .

At noon in midsummer, everyone in the village went down to work. The quiet dirt road only heard the noise of cicadas. The scorching sun passed through the dense red cedar trees and sprinkled on the front yard. The pots of water splashed with the little boy's staggering pace, reflecting the swaying golden light.

Finally he stopped, bent over to put the basin on the ground, a pair of rough and dry hands picked up the towel, raised his head and shouted timidly: "Dad."

An object resembling a human shape lies on the broken bamboo chair.

This can only be said to be similar to a human form. His whole body is thin and deformed, with yellow pus, and the ulcer caused by the injection spreads to his limbs and exudes an indescribable smell; if it is not a face, he barely maintains his five senses. Contour, no one can connect the monster in front of you with people.

"Dad," the little boy said again, raising his voice.

The man did not respond.

The little boy hesitated for a while, wringing out the towel.

He is already very skilled, using a towel to wipe from the man’s neck, carefully dipping in the most severely ulcerated area near the veins of the arm, washing and wringing the yellowed towel in the basin; he graciously Repeat the above steps, just so little by little to wipe off the areas where his father can wipe his whole body, until the full basin of water has become muddy, and the men remain weirdly quiet and gentle, and they did not make the usual painful moans|groan Sound, even if it's just a trace.

The little boy doesn't understand, he is too young.

He was only happy that he was not beaten today, and then struggling to pick up the water basin and slip back into the house as soon as possible.

In the evening, people who went down to the land returned to the village one after another, and the roofs of every family were smoked from cooking. The wooden door opened again, and the little boy was holding a gaped bowl, containing clear congee that could be seen from the bottom and pickled vegetables that had been pickled for so long that he couldn’t see clearly. He rubbed it against the man who hadn’t moved all afternoon, cautiously. Said: "Dad."

His dad didn't respond.

"...Dad!"

The man remained motionless, his stiff face was greyish.

Fear from nowhere suddenly grabbed the boy's childish heart: "Dad, it's time to eat!...Abba! Abba!"

The bowl overturned with a clatter, and the porridge ran to the ground, drowning the ants under the tree.

"Wake up, Abba!" The little boy rushed to sway the man frantically, even though the body had given off a different rancid smell than usual. The neighbors heard the sound of pushing the door, and whispering sounded from all around. The little boy screamed sadly: "Dad! Wake up and see me! Abba! Please, Abba!!"

"Please! Please-Abba!!"

The scream cut through the village, and gradually turned into a howl, echoing under the gray-blue sky for a long time.

The memory turns into dust and rushes to the far side of the dusk.

"...This boy has all hands and feet, how come he hasn't been taken away for three or four years?"

"Holding back, most of the village smoked white flour, one died in this house, another died in the other house, and his house was dead clean..."

"Who knows if he is sick! I dare not touch him!"

……

The little boy sits on the top of the low earth wall, and the sun sets behind him, coating his temples and ears with golden light.

"Hey!"

He looked back, and a few stones were thrown towards him, making him almost fall off. The children with their noses screamed: "Family fun! Funky fun!" Then he joked and ran away.

The little boy was silent and rubbed his painful thin arm.

The setting sun stretched his lonely figure, following the wind and sand, throwing it into the deserted field.

"Jiang Ting!" Auntie from the welfare institute screamed impatiently in the distance: "Come here! Someone is looking for you!"

I don't know what to think of, the little boy's bleak eyes flashed, and the **** and white eyes suddenly glowed with hope. He jumped off the wall and ran wildly, his little feet slapped on the ground, through the hollow sloping bungalows, through the potholes and pits in the playground; the short stretch of road seemed to be endless in his dream, finally The gate of the welfare home that was so familiar for more than a thousand days and nights approached from far away, and the black pupils of the little boy gradually widened, bursting with joy.

He saw it.

Like countless times in dreams, there was a car parked outside the door that he had never seen in his life. The whole body was bright and shining, and his little friend was being led by an adult. Opened his hands with a smile on his face.

"I'm here to pick you up, Jiang Ting."

"Say you will never betray me, I will take you away."

...Betraying you, Jiang Ting thought vaguely.

The tired wounds turned into sorrowful warm water, soaking his body in it. At the same time, his soul seemed to hang in the air, with a dim white light shining from the heights, which made him unable to open his eyes.

Some people are crying, some are calling, and more people are calling his name. The footsteps murmured on the ground along with the rolling sound of the iron bed rolls, but they were already in a trance, as if they were getting farther and farther away from him outside the invisible barrier.

The deep ocean of memory swept over, covering the last bit of dreams.

"Are you happy?" the king of spades asked with a grin.

Wen Shao rarely laughs like this. He has been reserved and graceful since he was a child, and he has something that makes people feel ashamed, even when he is having the happiest time, he only slightly purses the corners of his mouth. , Cast his eyes on Jiang Ting with a smile.

"Jiang Ting?" He asked again with such an undisguised smile, "Are you happy?"

It may be a dock or a factory, the background environment has been blurred in the depths of memory. Jiang Ting remembered it very late, and many fragments of his childhood faded in fragments, only a few unforgettable details were still imprinted in his mind: he only remembered his eyes widening, staring straight ahead, a group of unclear faces Of adults gathered around the edge of the clearing.

In the center of the clearing, a few bound men rolled to the ground, biting each other, and uttering vague and crazy painful crying like wild beasts.

Several syringes fell on the ground, and there was blood still hanging from the needles.

"You are not happy enough," the king of spades said with a smile, then turned to his men, and naturally ordered: "Fight these kidnappers two more."

Someone brought the tray again. There were empty syringes and white powder on the tray. Xiao Jiangting's gaze fell on it, and he uncontrollably recognized what it was. Many years ago, the pungent rancid smell and the blast of flies appeared in front of him again, and the festering father on the recliner closed his eyes.

He recognized what it was.

"Are you happy?" Spade King asked happily, "Jiang stop?"

White|The powder melted in the syringe, the needle pierced the vein, and the devil's liquid was injected into the blood vessel little by little. This scene coincides with a certain scene in the depths of memory. The liquid level in the syringe lowers a little, and it is all reflected in the pupil of the little boy who was holding the big water basin.

"Jiang stopped?"

……

"Happy," Xiao Jiang stopped shaking, and said in a soft voice, "Happy."

The King of Spades hugged him tightly into his arms, his face filled with excitement and satisfaction deeply rooted in his soul.

"I am also very happy, the culprit has finally been punished, no one will dare to attack us again... You see, whether it is to control or destroy a person is so simple, it is really fascinating."

Xiao Jiang paused to breathe, but couldn't suppress a strange tremor.

"Will you miss me," the little friend whispered in his ear: "I'm going to America."

...the United States?

"The formula over there is better and the technology is more advanced. You have to wait for me here. When I come back, I will be able to bring back a very powerful new medicine, which surprises everyone, even those who dare to be right. I can’t even imagine the gesticulating old man."

He laughed again and kissed Xiao Jiangting's soft hair, his eyes gleaming like a child longing for a new toy:

"At that time, everyone will be directed by me, listen to my orders, I am their king."

"Only you, a brother on my equal footing--"

——Only you are my brother.

The nickname I heard in my ear gradually matured and became thick and deep. Time passed in the blink of an eye. Jiang Ting's shoulders widened and his height stretched. He once again placed himself at the noisy celebration banquet. When he looked up, he saw his pale face as an adult through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The familiar whispers in **** are coming through the phone, mixed with electric currents rustling, and whispering like a devil with a smile in his ear:

"Remember the new medicine I told you? I came back with it."

"Traditional alkaloids will eventually be replaced by synthetics, and they will walk to the grave with the old men and be buried by the times. Jiang Ting, abandon Wu Tun, he is destined to live soon, and the future is me and you."

The colleague beside him is playing around, laughing, booing, and toasting. All the familiar excitement is separated by a transparent glass. Suddenly he was left alone in the whole world, standing alone by the French window, staring at his dark and trembling pupils.

There are footsteps behind him.

The young detective with a jealous look seemed a little cramped. He raised his glass and whispered, "Well, Team Jiang..."

Jiang Ting saw his reflection in the glass move.

He controlled himself perfectly, holding the phone without turning his head back, only raised his hand and swung back, his five fingers slightly opened his palm outwards, a gesture of rejection with a clear command:

"I see. Go ahead."

The young man hesitated and opened his mouth.

Jiang Ting emphasized: "Go ahead."

The young man opened his mouth and froze in the air, his face turned blue and white, and looked a little funny. Fortunately, he didn't entangle any more, turned around and left here lightly and hard, walking toward the noisy crowd, toward the jubilant celebration banquet, and was soon dragged away by more cheerful young policemen.

Jiang Ting hung up and looked back.

No one saw the look flashing in his eyes, he just stood up straight, watching Yan Xiu return to a normal world——

The backlight outlines his side profile, from the back of the shoulder to the back like a sword, casting a slender reflection behind the floor-to-ceiling windows, winding along the auditorium floor to the distance, but no matter how hard he tries to move forward, he can’t reach it. Lively crowd.

Can't go there, he thought.

He couldn’t let people discover that behind Captain Jiang’s magnanimous and calm figure, a little boy who was too thin and somewhat clumsy and ridiculous, was holding a plastic basin taller than half of him, staggering across the threshold, working hard. Towards the pale and bright afternoon of midsummer and the noisy and piercing noise of cicadas, it gradually melted into a nightmare that would never wake up.

"...The blood pressure is congested and the nerves are forced. The current situation is very dangerous..."

"The risk of craniotomy is very high, and family members must be psychologically prepared..."

……

"Jiang Ting! Jiang Ting, wake up!"

"Brother Jiang, please!"

"Team Jiang! Team Jiang!!!"

……

Who is calling me? Jiang stopped thinking.

He levitated from the iron frame bed, and flew into the vast night sky.

"Team Jiang! Everyone has arranged to go to Lao Niu's home to watch football after get off work, are you going?"

"I have something tonight, so I won't go."

"Team Jiang, are you going to the hot pot on the weekend?"

"Oh, let's play."

"Team Jiang, the city is hosting a badminton match, and everyone in our team has signed up..."

"I have something else to do."

The familiar figures leaned back on their shoulders and dispersed one by one, and the laughter and laughter gradually moved away.

The clouds gather in layers, and the damp water vapor is like a spider web, covering every corner of the city bureau building. Jiang Ting walked through the dark and deserted corridor, his silhouette bent and stretched in the stairwell, and the sound of footsteps echoed for a long time.

He locked the office door, drew the curtains, and walked behind the desk alone. A few thick stacks of information were taken out from a file cabinet that was locked all year round, a notebook full of various intelligence charts was spread out, and countless secret trails were marked with red and blue handwriting on the China-Myanmar map; the computer screen sent it out. Faint fluorescence, reflected on Jiang Ting's icy side face, outlined a dim light and shadow.

"What are you doing?" The king of spades asked with a smile on the receiver.

"Work overtime."

"It's so late, what do you do overtime?"

Jiang Ting did not answer.

The big drug lord on the other side of the call didn’t mind, and gently said: “We have a group of demolition houses that have been arrested by the sub-bureau. It’s the same thing as Hu Weisheng last time. The police noticed."

Jiang Ting's tone was calm: "Okay."

He put down the phone, but just before hanging up, the voice of the king of spades came from the other side: "Wait."

"..."

"You have recently worked too much overtime, so you have to pay attention to your body. There is an apartment in Yazhiyuan near your city bureau. Room 701, Building B, District 1, is specially prepared for you. You can take time to sleep if you are too late to work overtime. If you think it’s inconvenient for people to do things, you can go over there and deal with them."

There was no expression between Jiang Ting's eyebrows and eyes, and he said, "I see."

He put the microphone down.

The silence in the huge office was restored, and the table and chairs were covered with a faint gray. Jiang Ting raised his head. More than a dozen people's names were written on the whiteboard on the wall. The dense arrows of interest formed a spider web. At the center was a box with a playing card—

K of spades.

He stretched out his hand and slowly and forcefully drew a cross on the card. The tip of the pen deformed with the strokes, Boom!

The nib is broken.

The red ink sprayed on the spider web, winding down like a few **** tears, silently hitting the office floor.

"Someday," he thought to himself, "someday--"

The calendar was flipped by time and rustled.

The page stayed on October 8.

[When trading tomorrow, all bulk cargo and firepower will be delivered to the ecological park base-Red Heart Q]

[Recipient: Rivet]

A window popped up on the screen, indicating that the message was sent successfully, Jiang Ting finally raised his hand and shut the computer off. Then he got up and took out the gloves, shoe covers, rags and detergents he had prepared from the bathroom, and began to clean the entire apartment in an orderly manner, completely eliminating all the traces of his entry here, not even a piece of fingerprints or a hair with no DNA at all. Let it go.

After tomorrow, the king of spades will disappear from the underground world, and no one will know that there has been a heart Q in this world. Gongzhou Anti-drug Detachment, Yangtze River Station, has no contact with the drug cartel. Room 701, Building B, District 1, Yazhiyuan, will become a "black house" with an unknown householder, and will be forgotten in the corner of this huge city for several years or more. Later, it was turned into rubble with the demolition.

All sins will end, just like a nightmare that has lasted from the midsummer many years ago to the present day, and finally disappeared completely with time.

Jiang Ting stepped out of the apartment, closed the door, and stood in the empty corridor. Finally, he looked back at the three numbers 701 hanging on the door panel, as if a heavy chain had been cut off and left behind him. For the first time in so many years, he breathed a deep hot breath and walked briskly towards the stairs.

Ding Dong!

Jiang Ting took out his cell phone, which was new news from the team members.

【Team Jiang, I have been busy for half a month. After the action is over tomorrow, everyone wants to go out for a drink, are you coming? 】

A smile appeared in his eyes, Jiang Ting typed in the word "OK", and just about to click to send, he hesitated after thinking about it.

They'll be surprised, isn't it strange that the detachment leader, who has always refused coldly, suddenly asked to join the dinner party?

Will it be embarrassing? Will it make everyone feel uncomfortable?

Or they just asked casually. Do you want to wait for the meeting tomorrow and tentatively ask?

"..." Jiang Ting's thumb hung in the air for a while, and finally deleted the good one, and typed it word by word--"I'll talk about it tomorrow." Then he clicked send and put the phone back in his pocket.

The fresh wind outside the corridor, wrapped in salt and wet water vapor, is blowing on your face.

Jiang Ting put his hands in his pockets, an expectant smile appeared on his face unknowingly, and strode forward.

The clouds are drooping, the fallen leaves are swirling, and the lanterns of Gongzhou City under the huge sky are beginning to come up. He just kept going forward, through the crowded sea, through the smoke-filled scene, through the crashing flames and the disintegrating future; he walked through three years of lonely sleep, his scarred soul Waking up from hell, he pulled the trigger to the devil.

The bullets that had been late for many years rushed out of the gun, and sent a mist of blood into the sky, spraying over the vast southwestern area.

I finally did it this time, he thought.

He leaned back, closed his already heavy eyelids, Yan Xiu's heart-piercing shouts faded from his ears, and his soul drifted away with a strong reluctance. In a trance, he seemed to become very happy and light, and his pain was receding like a tide. He stood on the steps in front of the Gongzhou Municipal Bureau Building and looked back down.

"Team Jiang!" Those familiar figures still hooked their shoulders, smiled and waved at him: "The action is over! Let's have a drink with us!"

"Don't be busy with work all day, let's go with everyone!"

"Yes, but it's finally over!"

"Come on!"

……

Jiang Ting laughed. He didn't remember that he had laughed so happily before, and he strode down the steps.

The wind whispered in my ears, and the steps that could be run to the bottom in a few steps suddenly became extremely long. Soon Jiang Ting became anxious and stretched his hand forward, but couldn't touch his former teammates no matter what. He could only watch them happily waving goodbye, laughing and turning away.

Wait for me, didn't you promise to take me with you?

Wait for me!

Jiang Ting couldn't make a sound, his throat seemed to be blocked by something sour. He ran forward desperately, but the distance was not shortened by the slightest. He only felt the burning pain of his internal organs, and finally squeezed out the voice with all his strength:

"...Hey! Wait for me!"

"Let me go with you!"

……

The moment the voice fell, as if the curse had been lifted, Jiang Ting stopped abruptly.

He found himself still standing on the steps, and his teammates waited quietly under the steps. A short distance away, the earthly wind came from the sky, mixed with sharp wailing, rushed to the distant horizon.

Jiang Ting stretched out his hand, palm up, he heard the voice of his choking request:

"Don't leave me alone..."

"I have always... always wanted to go with you..."

But the teammates laughed, shook their heads one by one, and replied regretfully: "No, Team Jiang, this time we are really going to leave."

"We will still be able to meet one day in the future!"

"You have avenged everyone! Go back!"

Jiang Ting stood stubbornly on the spot, hot tears rolling down his cheeks.

Will you leave me alone in the end? he thinks.

"No," the teammates teased and winked at him. They seemed to be happier: "You are not alone anymore, haven't you noticed?"

Jiang Ting opened his eyes wide and turned his head.

I don’t know when, many years ago, the unruly and sharp-edged young detective came behind him, his face became more mature, his figure became more solid, his eyes full of tears stared at him, full of Supplication and hope.

That is Yan Xiu.

Jiang Ting was stunned, and then Yan Xi stretched out one hand to hold him tightly, and waved the other hand to the distant teammates, like a grateful farewell.

But...

Jiang Ting struggled to look back, and in an instant the figures that were once within reach were farther and farther away, only the familiar laughter echoed in his ears, mixed in the wind, and flew to the sky:

"See you again this time, Team Jiang!"

"See you again someday!"

I will see you again one day——

Time rewinded quickly, the river flowed upward, the devastation after the explosion was restored to its former appearance, the scars were turned into nothing, and the heroic spirits rushed to heaven with glory on their shoulders.

In the hospital ward, the person on the bed finally slowly opened his eyes.

"Jiang stopped!"

"Team Jiang!"

"Doctor! Call a doctor!"

Cheers rang out all around, more of them weeping with joy. On the corridor, Ma Xiang Gouli cried with a headache, Yang Mei sobbed and fell softly on Han Xiaomei's shoulder, who was wiping her nose.

Jiang Ting's distracted eyes gradually focused, falling into a pair of deep and bright eyes on the opposite side, and only the reflection of each other could be seen in each other's pupils.

"..." Jiang stopped moving his lips. The oxygen mask he wore after the operation made him unable to make a sound, but Yan Xiu smiled with red eyes: "I understand."

A smile also appeared in Jiang Ting's eyes.

Even though it is full of scars and old age, I still have you to search through thousands of mountains and rivers, to break through the moment of life and death——

Before we get together again, thank you for taking me back to this world.