Longcheng Road

One rainy night in 1984, I was on the rooftop of Kowloon Walled City and watched a man being thrown down. That man's name is Ajun, and he was eating pineapple buns at a tea restaurant with me three days ago. The sound of him hitting the ground was muffled, like a bag of wet rice. I wanted to vomit at that time, but I didn't dare. Brother Long was standing next to me, the cigarette in his hand still burning. He asked me: Are you afraid? I said I'm not afraid. He smiled: That's good. The next morning, my mother was still asking me where I went last night. I said work overtime. She handed me a bowl of porridge and said that Xiaoman's surgery fee was still 30,000 yuan short. I was holding the bowl, my hands shaking. I didn't know at that time that twelve years later, the Walled City would be bulldozed. And I will dig up a body in the ruins. Is my best brother. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.