In the Northeast in 1995, the wind was biting and the underworld was rampant.
Sixteen-year-old Song Yuanqing is the most inconspicuous gangster in Tiexi District, Shenyang. Without a father to care for me and a mother to support me, I dared to walk sideways on the street with eighty-seven yuan in my pocket. He thought he lived a ruthless, wild and indifferent life until that night - he drank too much and slept with a woman he shouldn't have slept with in a daze.
The woman's name is Su Wanqing, and her man's name is Zhao Jinlong. The largest contractor in the northern suburbs of Shenyang, known as "Lord Long", has at least dozens of killing animals under his command.
Song Yuanqing got into the worst trouble in the world and started to escape for the first time in his life.
From Shenyang to Tieling, from Tieling to Kaiyuan, from Kaiyuan to Changtu - he went all the way north, like a wild dog whose backbone was broken, running desperately in the cold wind of minus 30 degrees Celsius. There was no money in his pocket, he had blood blisters on his feet, and behind him was the dragnet cast by Zhao Jinlong.
But fate gave him the best gift on the way to escape - he met two people.
Pei Dazhuang, a retired soldier, has a heart harder than steel hidden under his honest appearance. Because he threw the platoon leader who bullied the recruits out of the second-floor window, he was dismissed from the army and has been wandering in the world ever since. Fang Jianhong, an old Jianghu from Daowai District, Harbin, slept with his eldest brother's sister, was offered a reward of 200,000, spent a year in prison, and held the key to the smuggled antique warehouse left by Qiao Ba. He summarized the rules of running away into three things-looking at people, walking, etc.
Three people, one life. From the shabby hotel in Shuangliao to the depths of the grasslands of Inner Mongolia
