The foreword is also an introduction.

At the end of January 2013.

As promised, I followed my brother to Chenyang First Prison to pick up someone who had been in the bitter kiln for six years.

This person was sentenced to death with a reprieve, but after being imprisoned for some special reasons, he became a six-year prison sentence. He was a cousin who took me to the old age since I was a child. My name was his second brother.

My second brother was arrested and sent to prison when he was fighting against the criminal gang in 2007. At that time, I was still studying. This news came to my ears when I went to my second brother's house to pay New Year's greetings.

At that time, I was only shocked because my second brother was a smart, capable and decent Northeastern man in my memory.

I never thought that my second brother was in prison because of the underworld.

Before this, the second brother and the stupid brother just told their family that they were working in the south to make money.

Prison is a place to change people.

People may change their minds and become new in the process, or they may become even worse after being resentful.

But it is undeniable that people who come out of prison will have some changes in their personalities.

My second brother after being released from prison was obviously different from the second brother I remember.

He was originally a person who liked to run trains all over the place. When others didn't want to be humorous, he would always give some humor for no reason, but after he was released from prison, he became less talkative.

Apart from being busy, he only likes to sit in front of the old house in the countryside and stare at the acre of wheat fields in a daze.

The northeast is too cold and can only plant spring wheat.

Whenever the wheat ripens in July, I will take time to go back to my hometown.

In July of the year when my second brother was released from prison, I also returned to my hometown in Northeast China as usual.

In front of the door of the old house, I saw my second brother sitting on the threshold in a daze. After seeing me coming, he smiled and asked me to sit down.

"The wheat is ripe, won't my second brother go and help?"

"Just finish your business, sit and rest for a while." My second brother handed me a cigarette.

"Where is my sister-in-law? I took the little guy out to play again?" I asked with a smile.

The second brother smoked a cigarette and smiled happily: "That bastard has been on vacation after the exam. He was taken to the city by your sister-in-law this morning and I guess he will not be back in the evening."

Smelling the smell of wheat in the air, I snatched out the cigarette butt and threw it on the ground beside me.

"Tomorrow I'll go and visit my elder brother's grave." The second brother suddenly said.

I nodded and said, OK.

There are a total of six brothers and sisters in our generation, and I am ranked sixth, so they all like to call me Liuer.

The second brother is naturally the second brother, the fool is the third brother. There is also the oldest brother above us, who is the second brother's biological brother and the big brother that is the common elder brother of our brother and sister.

In my memory, my eldest brother has always been the Northeast man wearing a military uniform and smiling.

Unfortunately, he died in 2007. Just a few days before his second brother was imprisoned, he was shot and killed by the armed police in the street for resisting arrest.

Compared to his second brother, the consequences of his wrong path seem to be even heavier.

I remember when I was a child, my elder brother once said that his favorite month was July.

Because at this time of year, the mountains and fields are full of golden wheat.

For children like the eldest brother who grew up in a farmer's family, they feel particularly happy to see the golden yellow.

It's also because I remember what he said.

Whenever I go to visit his grave, I always fold a few ripe wheat from the field and put it on his grave.

In my opinion, he would definitely smile brightly when smelling the familiar smell of wheat.

No matter how careless he did during his lifetime, in the end, he was forgiven by many people and returned to his hometown and buried under the loess of his hometown.

His favorite month is July, and the day he died was also in mid-July.

Maybe this is a joke God played with him, and it can also be said to be retribution.

Having written this, I thought about it and gave a summary of the next story.

This story does not belong to me, and I am not the protagonist in the story.

There is only one reason to type this story on the keyboard. I just hope that those who have read this story will no longer have any idea of ​​stepping into the underworld.

The underworld is never awesome or glorious. I can guarantee that the real underworld will only make people disgusted.

After all, it was a group that was so dirty that it could not be dirty. I couldn't see any of the so-called passionate people in the world, and the word "meaning" was the first.

The heroic underworld in the novel does not exist, otherwise the country would not strictly prohibit the existence of black forces.

Bai Dao is not all corrupt officials as some angry young people imagined.

I just came from an objective perspective and talked about this story that has been a long time ago.

Let’s end the preface with a sentence my second brother once said.

"That dog-like world."

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(Note: To ensure the integrity of the story, some of them will be artistically processed. The following text is in Mandarin, and some places will have some accents, but it is not serious. Please forgive me.)

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In the 1980s, it was the time when the spring breeze of reform was blowing all over the ground and foreign cultures quickly poured into China.

I remember that day, the so-called gang of black forces emerged like bamboo shoots after a rain. Perhaps this is because the emperor is far away because the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The poor mountains and bad waters are coming out of troubled people.

Although this city was built along the coast, it was still far away from places with strict national jurisdiction. It was almost normal for officials and bandits to collude in that era.

At that time, the rising gangs were different from the strange cultures abroad. At least some people chose to accept foreign cultures, but no one seemed to be willing to accept them, but chose to be afraid of them.

Of course, this statement is not absolute, otherwise there would not be so many people in the major gangs of that era.

“Instead of farming at home, it’s better to go out and make a fuss while you’re young.”

The second brother's father often says this, and the second brother and the stupid brother also think so.

As for why they chose the city that was not too developed at that time, it was because they were fooled by several fellow villagers. They often heard some fellow villagers say that the city was full of gold, and it was the time to use people in the development to make money.

The second brother became excited when he heard this. After asking for the details, he and the fool had an idea.

Go there and see if you can make some achievements. If you can make some money, it will be considered a return to your hometown.

The second brother and the fool were both in the middle of 1998, when they went to the old city when they were in their early 20s.

With the most ordinary dream, the second brother and the fool brought a travel fee of no more or less. It took nearly ten days to make a move from the northeast to a city that intersects the sea in the southwest.

The fellow villagers who went back to work were also from their fellow villagers. The second brother and the silly brother were also introduced by their fellow villagers. The salary was much better than farming, but the second brother was still very dissatisfied.

It's not because of the salary, but because of the eyes of some people.

"Is there anything dirty on my face?" The second brother sat face to face with the silly brother in the noodle shop, put down his chopsticks, and couldn't help looking at the guests around him: "Why are they all so far away from us?"

"I don't know." The fool shook his head, then dipped the steamed buns in his hand into the noodle soup, and then took a bite of the scallion in his hand, and had a lot of fun.

In fact, they don’t understand why most people in the city look at them with a erotic look, and they can’t understand that every time they go out, they wear clothes they wash with their own hands, but many people still think they are dirty when they go out.

Even when the second brother and his friends were inadvertently approaching others on the bus, they either took a few steps back or asked him to walk away.

Migrant workers and rural people seem to be often disdained by city people, even in 1998.

Because of this, my second brother once wanted to change jobs, but didn't want to continue working on the construction site, and wanted to change to a clean and decent job.

But he was not familiar with the place and could only think about it, but could not put his ideas into action.

That happened in early August 1998, and they couldn't remember exactly what date they were.

At about four o'clock that afternoon, according to the contractor's instructions, the fool and the second brother were forcibly arranged to go out for errands, saying that they were helping him buy some wine and food, but he was too lazy to move and went to bed in the shed.

At the same time as receiving this task, the second brother almost instinctively raised his hand and slapped the contractor, but he still didn't do it. After all, people are the boss who pays himself, and it's not good to annoy him.

The foolish brother has the kind of good temper. Whatever you ask him to do? As long as he doesn't overdo it, he will help you. If he doesn't help, he will still feel guilty for a while.

But the second brother is different. He is the kind of person who is honest and does not like to let others suffer losses, but he will never suffer any losses himself.

If you dare to let him suffer a loss, if his bad temper doesn't suck you, the sun will really hit the west.

Judging from the fact that he did not take the contractor, it can be proved that his second brother is much more mature than in the village.

"Damn it, this fat man is so annoying to talk to him every day. He really treats us as an errand."

"It's really annoying."

"I'm idle every day and don't do anything, and I'm still a JB contractor. I really think of myself as my master." The second brother spitted on the ground and cursed and chatted with the stupid brother with a silly smile: "This grandson's body size and burial will take up the area of ​​the couple's tomb. It's a fucking waste of national resources."

"Brother, I didn't realize that you are quite knowledgeable and you know the couple's tomb." The fool was a little surprised.

The second brother glared at him: "Damn, you just don't know how to study more. Some people in the village said that when you were talking to me, why didn't you listen to it with me more?"

The fool was speechless.

Just as they first entered the city, the noise of several people attracted their attention.

Watching is a traditional virtue of our Chinese people. My second brother is a Chinese who respects traditional customs. He didn't plan to let go of this fun and didn't watch it. He brought my stupid brother to the crowd curiously.
To be continued...