The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

South of the city.

Red Star Commune, Jiugong Brigade.

Li Feng had been to this place several times on secret missions assigned by Zheng Chaoyang.

Here, Qin Jingru personally delivered candied haws to Cheng Dieyi on the stage of the opera troupe, and once again heard that Song Yinguo imitated the principal's movements and expressions when he was speaking.

"Ten years ago, I set out on a journey from Xuzhou and began the second northern expedition. China was unified..."

At that time, Boss Shen~Zui Shen no longer pressed pigs. Once he put down the gun in his hand, he tied an apron and started kneading dough. The steamed buns he made were so chewy and plump.

Time flies. The young man and woman who were just dating at that time have not been here for a long time. They come back to see the old guys who stayed here at the beginning.

It’s not that Li Feng was unwilling to come, but the task assigned by Zheng Chaoyang had been completed quietly as time passed.

The old people who used to make fires, cook, raise chickens and grow vegetables, work from sunrise to sunset. They each have their own jobs and no longer need Li Feng to come and understand them.

Time seems to have forgotten them. No matter how special a person is, he is just like ordinary people. After living for a long time, the taste accumulated in the past gradually begins to fade away, and he is basically no different from most ordinary people.

Over the years, this special village collective has become so popular that villagers from nearby communes would pass by it without even a second glance. For some reason, these familiar strangers have become part of their habits.

Some people have forgotten the existence of these people, but some people still remember them deep in their bones, because they have a past.

“Snoring, snore~!”

“Crunch, squeak~!”

"...He is an amateur, only knows how to talk about war on paper, and ruined...the army~!"

People grinding their teeth, people talking in their sleep, every room is different, but they all have one thing in common: it is very difficult for ordinary people to fall asleep if they are placed next to them.

The ups and downs of the snoring sound and the gaps between breathing made people worry, and the next breath was paused.

The squeaking sound of teeth grinding is like a little mouse coming out of its hole at night, gnawing on the wood to practice its teeth, comparable to the unpleasant noise of fingernails scraping on a blackboard.

As for the person who talked in his sleep, this incident may have caused him great psychological trauma, and he probably won't be able to live with it for the rest of his life.

If you keep thinking about it, there will be a response.

Outside the fence, the arrival of the uninvited guest startled the old hen in the chicken coop. The hen stopped hatching the eggs and took two bites of food, tilted its head, and looked at the dark shadow outside the fence.

“Cluck, cluck, cluck~!”

Stone mills, vegetable gardens, chicken coops, these are very common scenes in rural areas, but the people outside the fence couldn't help but stare blankly inside.

For him, it was probably hard to imagine that those people who could dominate the world with a wave of their hands and shake an entire area with a stomp of their feet, now live in such an extremely ordinary little farm.

Although many older people would say that when they get older, they would go back to their hometown and farm two acres of land, but that is just talk.

Who would have thought that he would actually see this scene here? Those people, currently, are living in this kind of environment. Are they content and content, making their own choices, or...

The black shadow's eyelids drooped slightly, and his gaze could not help but look towards the north. There was a prosperous city over there, which covered such a large area, but surprisingly, there was no place for these people to stay, and instead they were arranged here.

Are you mocking those people back then? They took the wrong bus and ended up in jail. Now they have to be self-sufficient and live the rest of their lives in mediocrity here?

"Amomum villosum kills the heart?"

A hand pressed on the fence, and the burrs of the fence pierced the palm of the middle-aged man's hand. His palm was painful, but the middle-aged man who saw this scene felt more complicated and painful in his heart.

He was muttering to himself, and the little bit of his face revealed in the shadows showed that he was the middle-aged man who took Banggeng away.

He actually appeared here at this moment. The person sleeping inside the wall was his former "comrade", or, to be more precise, comrade-in-arms.

His purpose of appearing here at this time is extremely intriguing. After all, it is not daytime now.

The middle-aged man looked inside again, as if he wanted to remember this scene entirely in his heart, but his tightly pursed lips showed that he was still not at peace.

Then, he turned around and was about to leave, but after learning the addresses of these people, he realized that the purpose of his trip had been achieved.

As for whether to meet or not, there is no need to rush. Wait until the layout in the capital is fully unfolded, and then meet. Perhaps, we can have some more topics to talk about, and regain the trust of former comrades.

"It is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar!" "Crack!"

The wooden door slowly opened, and a middle-aged man in a single coat shook the coat on his shoulders, walked out of the house with a cigarette and matches in his hand.

As if he didn't notice the middle-aged man outside the fence, he took a small stool, sat under the eaves, flicked a match, and lit a cigarette happily.

"Oh, it laid eggs. We can have egg noodles tomorrow~!"

When the old hen saw the middle-aged man going out, she quickly returned to her nest on the eggs.

However, Boss Shen had a very cunning look in his eyes. When the match flamed, he saw the old hen protecting her chicks and immediately reached into the chicken coop.

He tossed the hot egg in his palm and brought a smug smile to his face. Just one egg made this former stationmaster of Southern Yunnan Station very satisfied.

"Old Song, Old Song, you just want to drink the old hen soup. Keep the chicken, it can lay eggs~!"

Taking a puff of his cigarette happily, Boss Shen seemed to be talking to himself, or to the shadow outside the fence that had not yet left.

How could the middle-aged man outside the fence not recognize the famous Boss Shen? As the former director of the Inspection Department, Boss Shen had once inspected their action team in Beijing.

Time flies, and both of them have entered middle age. One is feeling complacent about hatching an egg for an old hen, while the other is still doing the dirty work.

"Then why did you eat the eggs? Wouldn't it be better to leave them to the hen and continue to hatch chicks~!"

The middle-aged man outside the fence continued to hide in the dark, just like he is now.

At this time, he was not in a hurry to leave, but asked Boss Shen in a deep voice.

"Chickens lay eggs, and eggs hatch chickens. But, those who have never raised chickens don't know that raising chicks requires food and effort. If you are not careful, they will be destroyed by weasels~!"

Boss Shen blew out a smoke ring and looked at the uninvited guest outside the fence with a smile on his face. Since the other party recognized who he was, he could naturally recognize who the other party was, even without seeing his face, even after so many years.

People can change, but their actions will not change. There is a slight stutter in their speech that is imperceptible to ordinary people, and there is a slight limp when they walk backwards. Their sense of smell is sensitive enough to detect this.

As an old man in the Military Statistics Bureau, Boss Shen is certainly not much worse than the other party. He has a very good memory and even the appearance of the middle-aged man in those days has emerged in his mind.

If he hadn't had the alertness he had developed over the years, he wouldn't have been able to detect the visitor before the person even entered the yard.

"Shen~~, you deserve to die~!"

Being compared to a weasel, a cold light flashed in the middle-aged man's eyes. If, if there were not those people in the room, he might not be able to help but want to have a fight with Boss Shen.

"Whether I should die or not is not important. What matters is how the old man is. Forget it. Can you tell him a message for me? Ask him when he will die?"

Boss Shen was not at all surprised that the other party wanted to kill him. He even calmly brushed his trouser legs.

At his age, Boss Shen has long put life and death aside, and now his rural life is quite nice.

But the old man brought the person outside the yard over, disturbing his leisure time, which was purely to burn newspapers at the grave.

He held back his thoughts, pulled out his gun, and shot the still careless Stationmaster Shen to death.

The middle-aged man looked through him and into the room behind him. There was more than one person named Shen there.

"You can only represent your own thoughts. Living in a place like this, raising chickens, farming, and grinding flour, do you really think you have let go of the past and washed your hands clean?"

"You can't wash it clean. You and I both came from there. Your hands are stained with blood. Do you really think you have become like them?"

The middle-aged man sneered and looked at Boss Shen's current behavior. He seemed contented, as if he had really let go of all the burdens of the past. In their line of work, once you get in, you can't get out.

"The merits and demerits will naturally be judged by future generations. I've been bored lately and have been planning to write a book. I was still hesitating, but your arrival has made me even more eager~!"

Boss Shen scratched his back with his backhand, lying down with a cigarette butt in his mouth. He had no intention of returning to his old job. He was even more interested in switching careers and becoming a novelist.

"I will write about the story of you hooking up with the deputy station chief's sister-in-law at the Capital Station. Don't worry, I won't forget the incident of your broken leg. By the way, he was the one who did it~!"

"You...!" (End of this chapter)