Return To 1977 Chapter 17: Tracking

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It was like this every time. When the serious business of catching points (a slang term for pickpocketing cash) was mentioned, the three little boys felt as if they had taken Songlisan and Xieli pills, and they were all dejected.

You San became angry when he saw their behavior. He held the chopsticks upside down and gave each of the three **** a hard blow on their heads.

"Why don't any of you be diligent and studious? If you want to be a Buddha, you have to work **** skills. Just knowing how to eat and drink is enough. You will become more stupid every day..."

You San started his tirade again, and the three little ones became more and more listless as they listened. They were all wilting like flowers under the sun.

At this moment, Chun Tou cut into his throat again without any warning. "Oh, brother, I remembered something..."

Leng Buding was interrupted, and You San looked unhappy. "If you fart, hurry up."

Buntou shrank his neck first, then wiped his nose while hesitating and said, "Master Cheng's name... seems to be... Cheng Gong. Could it be the... bow that the boy mentioned just now?"

You Sanyi trembled. "Master Cheng's name is Cheng Gong?"

Cuntou nodded with a matter-of-fact expression.

Your mother! Why didn't you say it just now?

You San cursed secretly, his eyes almost bursting with fire.

But at the same time, he also knew in his heart that not only could he not scold Antou now, but he also had to pretend not to care on the surface. Because he must not show panic and disrupt the morale of the army, otherwise he will lose his prestige and the team will be unable to lead.

So, he had to force out a smile like a toothache and hold on to his mouth. "Who is Mr. Cheng? How could he know such a kid? Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with him..."

Seeing Bu Tou nodding his head noncommittally, he continued to chew heartlessly with a shy face. You San Geng was so angry that his heart hurt. After he made a small note to Cuntou, he couldn't help but murmur.

The last time I had a fight with Yongwai, it seemed that the big boy at the front door, Bashi'er, called Mr. Cheng "Little Gongzi". But...how can that kid compare with Basha'er? What is the seniority of Mr. Eighth? Even Mr. Cheng has to listen to his instructions (dialect, meaning to obey orders)...

Yes, impossible. But why do I feel so uneasy? Probably not? Really not? can you? No way? can you?

You San was in a mess and couldn't help but take out a cloth bag from the inside of his clothes. He opened it under the table and found a "Steelmaking Five Yuan" with a phone number written on it from a pile of large bills. Looking at the numbers in the upper left corner of the five yuan bill, he was stunned.

In fact, why not return the five yuan to him? But all the people caught this morning were loose tickets, and it was really not easy to see a big ticket. ...Oh, I am so unlucky to meet this guy...

Actually, You San doesn’t know Mr. Cheng’s name, but it’s not because he is careless. It's because when dealing with people in the world of martial arts, friends often don't call each other by their names, just by nicknames. If this is especially true for the veteran, just mentioning the nickname will work in the underworld.

However, precisely because of this, a special phenomenon was created. That is, for the master who is hanging out in the scene, he only knows his nickname, but no one knows his real name. The same is true even for people who have known each other for more than ten years. And this habitual unspoken rule seemed to have seriously tricked him this time.

You San was conflicted in his heart. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, so he simply stopped thinking about it. He hesitated and put the five yuan into the cloth bag.

This is the end of the matter, whoever you love. So what if that kid really knows Master Cheng? Everyone is making money, why should I be so angry with this bastard?

Hmph, as long as you can earn some money and pay it on time, Mr. Cheng can't make any mistakes. This is the great truth!

Thinking of this, You San raised his head. At this time, he found that except for the three little guys at the wine table who were just sipping loose beers and stuffing rice noodles into their mouths, both the short-haired guy and the big guy had stopped holding their chopsticks and were looking at him blankly, with inquiry in their eyes. meaning.

He quickly pretended to be nonchalant and raised his glass.

"Come on, do it!"

Don’t worry about having fun now, be careful about making a list in the future!

Hong Yanwu looked through the glass window at the thieves eating and drinking in the restaurant from a distance, and suddenly remembered Zhang Gazi's words.

How nice is this to say? What happened today completely proved a truth. Face is really not given by others, you have to earn it yourself. Power comes from the barrel of a gun. absolute.

To be honest, Hong Yanwu really wanted to skin these thieves one by one. But he had spent enough time in the cell in his previous life, and he couldn't afford to go back in again. So he had to control the urge to take action and chose to leave the restaurant amidst ridicule.

However, he didn't really swallow his anger. Just now, he didn't go far after leaving the restaurant. Instead, he blended into the crowd and pretended to leave, but secretly he was watching behind him. As soon as the three little boys who had come out to look around returned to the restaurant, he immediately turned back and went back. His idea was to wait outside. As soon as the gang of thieves left after eating, he would wait for an opportunity to find a remote place and get the job done safely.

His luck is indeed not bad. Soon, he found such a good place for observation in the fork south of the restaurant. This place is behind a tin house that stores sundries for the train station boiler room. It has a leeward side and few people, and from here through the glass window of the restaurant, you can just see the big man's back and the dark face across the table.

However, this seemingly leisurely waiting is not pleasant. Because after a while, Hong Yanwu's stomach started to protest loudly, "gurgling" incessantly. At the same time, the smell of food in the air suddenly became more tempting, causing him to unconsciously start to sweat.

He is really hungry. Not to mention that he was still a starving ghost when he was about to die in his previous life. Even today after traveling back in time, he has not been able to chew his teeth all morning. But there's nothing he can do if he's hungry. He can't buy it? In fact, not all the money was stolen. A few steel bungees were still in the trouser pockets, worth 13 cents, which was enough for two Shaobi cakes. It's a pity that there are no food stamps and restaurants don't sell them.

That's not all. People always feel extra cold when they are hungry, and Hong Yanwu soon started to shiver again. So he began to try various ways to relieve the cold, running, jumping, and rubbing his hands, face, and ears.

Nothing else, he just hopes that these thieves will come out quickly. Unfortunately, things went against his expectations. Through the glass, he actually saw Triangle Eyes bringing two more beers to the table, which made him itchy with hatred.

"Is it over yet? It's over when you've eaten enough. What's the point of drinking stupidly? You don't practice in the afternoon? You guys are stupid. Your craftsmanship is trendy, but you're so drunk that you can't even sell it... ”

While Hong Yanwu was secretly cursing and jumping around, the thieves finally drank quite quickly, and soon all the beer was gone.

At this time, the wind seemed to have weakened, and the sun turned around and shone over. Under the bright sunshine, Hong Yanwu's clothes began to become soft and warm. In addition, he exercised for a while and the effect was obvious, and his body gradually became warm.

Things seemed to be moving in a good direction, which made Hong Yanwu feel a lot better. He was really tired after standing there for a long time.

So, he rubbed his legs and squatted down to take a rest. Unexpectedly, he had just lost half of his body when a long-sounding shout came from behind him.

"Ouch - mother - what are you doing here!"

This is the voice of a middle-aged woman. Her voice is bright and confident, and her voice is no less loud than shouting from a loudspeaker.

When Hong Yanwu turned around, behind him was a fat middle-aged woman in her fifties. Her face looked like she had captured a prey, and she was pointing at him with her arm representing justice. On the red sleeve band on her right arm are three bright white characters - Inspector.

Hong Yanwu was confused, and his aunt scolded him again. "Young man, why are you **** here?"

Just this sound caused white hair to appear on Hong Yanwu's forehead. With a grimace on his face, he quickly said, "I...I...don't?"

"You still say no? I have to take off your pants."

"No, I...I'm just tired and squatting for a while."

"Where can't you squat? Do you have to find a place like this where you can carry people? Can't you rest in the waiting room? Do you think they'll crowd you into the square? Such a big place can't accommodate you."

This serious aunt was sure that Hong Yanwu was going to commit suicide. The words were pressed step by step, leaving him speechless for a moment. And precisely because of his inability to argue, the aunt thought that she was even more dazzling.

"Okay. I've seen a lot of people like you. Lao Ta'er (a joking name for farmers in native dialect) comes into the city, wearing corduroy, a felt hat, a hemp rope tied around his waist, and he buys a bottle of soda and doesn't know how to return it. Ping, watch a football match, don’t know who wins or loses, can’t find the toilet, even if you’re in a corner..."

Auntie’s words are extremely sharp, and she sounds like a machine gun.

Hong Yanwu was shot so hard that his face turned pale and his lips trembled. "Big, aunt. My dear aunt, I was wronged..."

The aunt's expression was calm and unmoved at all. "Aunt, I am fifty this year, but I never rub sand in my eyes. Young man, I have been staring at you for a long time. You were looking around just now to avoid people, right? This proves that you are also guilty and know that this is wrong. You, Aunt I understand. It’s your first time in the capital, and you can’t find a toilet, right? This is the capital, and everyone takes pictures as a souvenir. You can’t leave a **** as a souvenir in the capital, right?” /

Hong Yanwu’s scalp exploded as he watched people gradually being attracted by the noise here. "Aunt, aunt. I was so wrong, please keep your voice down..."

"Ashamed? There is help. But it is not enough for you to know that you are wrong. The key is to realize the mistake from the root. The capital is not the capital of you or me alone, but the capital of the people of the whole country. Public health is more important. It takes all of us..."

The aunt is still teaching slowly and earnestly. At this moment, You San'er and his group of six burped, opened the door curtain and walked out of the restaurant. Everyone's little faces were flushed from drinking, and they walked out of the square while chatting.

When Hong Yanwu saw it, he immediately became more anxious. He didn't dare to delay any longer and tried his best to apologize to his aunt.

"I promise to correct my mistakes when I know they are wrong, and I will never make them again. I will review them carefully when I go back. Do you think it's okay? I'll leave right away..."

"Forget it. You are not well-dressed, so there will be no fine this time. Let me point it out to you... there is a toilet over there. You have to urinate standing up, and you have to squat in a pit to defecate. Be careful when you go in. Click, but don’t step on it..."

I didn’t expect that the aunt was really a kind-hearted person and she didn’t make it difficult anymore. Hong Yanwu was happy, thanked him and hurriedly chased him out.

The kind-hearted aunt watched his figure go away and couldn't help but shake her head and smile, "This young man seems to be really depressed..."

But just after she finished reciting, the aunt seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly ran to chase Hong Yanwu. Unexpectedly, after chasing for a few steps, the aunt found that she couldn't keep up. So, she shouted loudly behind Hong Yanwu with all her strength.

"Oh~! Young man! Do you have any butt-wiping paper? Auntie, there is paper here..."

This earth-shattering shout was like thunder in mid-air, and the whole square reverberated with echoes. For a moment, there was a "swishing" wings fluttering, and the birds resting on the eaves and trees jumped up into the sky and flew away in all directions due to fright.

Hong Yanwu was running as if he had been struck by a big thunderbolt. He stumbled on the ground and almost fell an "old man under the bed". In desperation, he had no choice but to turn around and wave to his aunt, and then, under the astonished gazes of several passengers around him, he quickly ran away.

The aunt looked at Hong Yanwu's back, but the folds on her face bloomed, revealing a confident and satisfied smile.

Just now, she used her fiery life and work enthusiasm to once again firmly defend the city appearance of the capital, defended the solemn health regulations, contributed to building a better motherland, and even saved an almost Depraved young man...

You San and his gang walked north through the square. They were all swaying in the aisles, like a group of ducks. They were obviously drunk.

They bumped into several passers-by along the way. Instead of apologizing, they yelled and scolded each other. Those who were hit were all confused tourists who had just arrived in the capital. No one dared to provoke them, and they all considered themselves unlucky. This bunch of **** were so unreasonable and arrogant that they wandered all the way to the door of the small shop at the northern end of the square.

Hong Yanwu stared at their backs from a distance and chased after them without stopping. He was invisible in the crowd and watched You San take out a small cloth bag from his side pocket.

As soon as You San opened the bag, Hong Yanwu's eyes lit up. There were a lot of brown-red bills in the bag, which made him think that Uncle Xue's money must be in it.

However, You San did not touch the big tickets. He only took out some change and tickets and counted them before entering the store. After a while, he came out with five packs of cigarettes.

You San had two packs of cigarettes for himself, and the rest was divided among several of his subordinates. Afterwards, they did not return to the square, but walked westward with cigarettes in their mouths, talking and laughing, and ran to the moat together.

There are few people there, which is exactly what Hong Yanwu wants. He looked at the backs of You San and the others, licked his chapped lips and smiled evilly.

Grandson, let you be nice for a while longer, and grandpa will operate on you right now. Why don't I give you a Nailon today (a jargon that refers specifically to repairing the problem of a loose bicycle wheel axle. This is because when a bicycle with this problem is ridden, the tire tracks are distorted due to the shaking of the tire, which is called "painting". "Dragon", so repairing is "taking the dragon". The extended meaning is to correct people with problems), our past few decades have been in vain.

You San and his gang didn't pay attention to what was behind them, they just talked and laughed and wandered around casually. Hong Yanwu clung to the brick wall and followed slowly behind.

The most important thing about tracking is not to "wake up" (slang for being discovered by) the target. Hong Yanwu was experienced and used telephone poles and willow trees by the river to cover his tracks, and kept a distance of at least thirty meters from You San and the others. No matter how far away he is, he is absolutely sure that as long as the person he "hangs" doesn't "wake up" (slang, referring to stalking), he can't lose him no matter what.

Hong Yanwu followed You San and his group and finally entered a secluded alley. After entering the alley, they turned two turns left and then right, and then You San and the others walked towards a three-way intersection deep in the alley.

Hong Yanwu did not follow him, but hid behind the last right corner of the alley to observe. He had been here before and vaguely remembered that this place was probably called Dongzhuang Sanjo. What was special was that there was a public toilet next to this three-way intersection. And toilets often have special meaning to thieves.

As expected, the group of people walked all the way to the door of the men's room. Cun Tou and the big man walked in together first, but You San stayed at the door with the three little ones to smoke.

Hong Yanwu had expected this. These people didn't come here just to go to the toilet.

But just when he was full of excitement, there was a crisp sound of chains in the distance. Not long after, a bicycle pedaled over from the alley entrance south of the Sanchakou toilet.

The man riding the bicycle was about twenty years old, wearing a semi-greasy labor cloth overalls. He was probably a young worker who was going to work the evening shift after lunch. He wasn't riding very fast, it was obviously very leisurely, a bit like "going for a ride". When passing the toilet at the fork, he tilted his head and glanced at You San, and then rode towards Hong Yanwu, as if he was going to cross the alley here and walk to the moat.

Hong Yanwu quickly turned over and squatted against the wall, pretending to be calm and waiting for the cyclist to pass by.

The sound of the chain became clearer and crisper, like singing, and soon the cyclist came around the corner. Probably because he didn't expect that there was a cat around the corner, the cyclist's eyes suddenly froze when he saw Hong Yanwu. To be more precise, he seemed to be startled.

Hong Yanwu didn't pay much attention. As soon as they met, his attention was completely focused on the cyclist's bicycle. To be honest, if he took a quick look and saw whether the bicycle belonged to Sangun, a Forever, or a Flying Pigeon, he would have turned a blind eye. However, it happened to be the "Big Phoenix" that he was most familiar with. It had a full 28-manganese steel chain cover, an electroplated rear frame, and a rotating bell. It was absolutely original and "high-end."

This car brought back his memory almost instantly. I think back then, the first bicycle he rode was a "Phoenix 18" robbed from the academy. From that time on, he had his own "chariot" when he went out. No matter what the purpose is, whether it is swimming, watching movies, outings, playing basketball, or having group fights, he will ride there. Or there is no reason at all, just riding a bicycle on the street, from a few steps to 180 kilometers away.

At that time, he regarded "going out for a ride" as a great pleasure. He never expected that he would switch from one gun to another and drive a car in the future. He never expected that he would get tired of driving a car and even have a full-time driver. superior. But no matter what, the cycling experience and fun of my youth have been imprinted in my bones. Once recalled, the feeling will always be as vivid as yesterday.

As the sound of the "Linlin staggering" chain gradually faded away, the cyclist left. Hong Yanwu kept watching the "Big Phoenix" disappear around the corner behind him.