The safety button slipped out of his collar, got wet with raindrops, and was smashed to pieces in the rainy season when I was sixteen.
Later, the whole school knew that the sharp-tongued first grader always had iodine and band-aids in his school bag. "It's for you," he held the cigarette in his mouth and threw it to me. "Next time you throw it, it will look better."
The 17th time my father spanked me, I hid in his closet. "Take me for three days... Please." He crushed the cigarette butt and sighed: "Jiang Shun, we are going to lose this game." The day Ping An was broken in half in the morgue. He sank himself into the rainy season when we first met.
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