In the autumn of 1995, in the back alley of No. 2 Middle School. The sound of the pocket watch breaking was clearly audible.
The foot of the school bully Zhao Feng was still crushed against the broken gear. "Poor man, only twenty dollars this week? Your grandma's rags..."
Lin Mo didn't say anything, just looked at the pile of debris. The scenes of being pushed around and blackmailed over the past year are not as clear as this moment.
He raised his head, his eyes as still as a frozen lake. "Next Monday," he said, "I'll give you a hundred."
Zhao Feng laughed and left. Lin Mo squatted down and picked up the gears, hands, and broken watch cover piece by piece. Grandma said that this watch can keep time and people.
Now, the watch is gone.
He put the fragments into the iron pencil case, and the "clang" sound of the lid sounded like a world was closing.
After school, he didn't go home. He went to the "Red Star Game Hall" and stood in a smoke-filled corner and watched for two full hours. Watch how the gangster collects protection money, watch how the boss smiles in return, and watch how the person who wins the money laughs wildly.
