Chapter 541

In midsummer, New York is always restless, noisy and bustling. The rolling sun and bustling lights project on the night which is reluctant to come, rendering large areas of purple, magnificent and mysterious, just like the dome of Atlantis, hiding an unknown country, deducing a yearning but frightening story.

However, no one will look up at the sky, no one will calm down and look at the sky, no one will stop to enjoy the beautiful scenery. Busy rhythm hastens the pace of a hurry, faster, faster; The heavy pressure pressed on the fragile shoulder, the head could hardly be lifted up... The faces were numb and at a loss, occasionally caught a look in the eyes, empty and indifferent.

This is the Bronx. It's not Manhattan, it's not Brooklyn, it's not even the queen. It's also attached to New York, but it's more like a corner abandoned by the world. It's the first city in the world. It's a stain on the big apple that everyone wants to chew. Like a moth, it connects New York with the United States.

This is one of the areas with the highest crime rate in the United States, one of the areas with the highest concentration of African Americans, Latinos and illegal immigrants, one of the areas with the most frequent drug trade and * *, one of the areas with the worst police force... And one of the areas forgotten by the people of New York and abandoned by God.

Dilapidated streets, old buildings, dirty roads, decadent vegetation, flashing street lights, abandoned shops, the whole area is deserted. They live under the same sky with Manhattan, but they have become two worlds. It seems that as long as they cross that bridge, they will come from heaven to hell.

At this time, a 13-year-old or 4-year-old black girl was standing on the street. She was carrying a pink schoolbag and wearing a cheap white graffiti short sleeve T-shirt. She tied up her hem high and matched it with a pair of water pink sequined shorts. A ring of bright pink fluff was dotted under the pants. She stepped on a pair of thick heel sneakers and a pair of pink foot covers, A long black hair tied into two big braids.

She was yelling at a middle-aged black man because she seemed to have been peeked at by him just now. She strongly suspected that he was following her and was trying to do something about herself, so she broke his trick in public.

I saw that she supported her waist rightfully, cursed more than once, and her vulgar words changed into different patterns. After five minutes of scolding, she was stunned. The middle-aged man tried to leave, but she still clings to each other's briefcase, seems to have made up her mind, this matter is absolutely not easy to give up.

It's less than nine o'clock at this time. Some people have just finished dinner, some are preparing to enjoy dinner, and some have just come home from work. People are coming and going in the street, not to mention turbulent, but it's really lively. But the people who came and went were not surprised. They didn't even have the mind to watch the excitement, let alone stop to see the injustice. They directly bypassed the two tangled people and left. A unique scene was formed on the street.

Black girls had the upper hand, and middle-aged men were losing. It seems that things will go on like this, and finally end up with men spending money to eliminate disasters. But then an accident happened. The girl suddenly stopped a passer-by and yelled. The other side glanced at herself and then quickly moved away. Is this racial discrimination?

The passer-by was a white man about forty years old.

The white man was really innocent. After he was stopped, he looked at the girl in front of her helplessly and made a few excuses. Unexpectedly, this action completely angered her. She ignored the middle-aged man just now and angrily yelled that she wanted to call the police, go to court and Sue the other party for racial discrimination, The white people who were losing all the time fell into the dilemma of no retreat.

The pedestrians across the street stopped, looked at the scene, and then began to roar, "teach this son of a bitch a lesson, roar!" One after another, the slang on the street is uninterrupted. Even the native people who have lived here for many years can't understand it.

Encouraged, the girl's momentum to a higher level, until the white man took out his badge and pistol to prove his identity, the situation at the scene was reversed.

The girl chanted and cursed, saying that the police were bullying ordinary people, and she was still a minor, she would never compromise. However, after all, the girl stepped back, gave up the white man, turned around and grabbed the middle-aged man who had not left just now. After blackmailing a sum of money, the excitement was over.

The white officer didn't stop at all. He turned and left the mess behind.

Twenty dollars. The middle-aged man gave the girl $20, and then the matter was written off. No one investigated whether the middle-aged man really committed a crime or was wronged; There is no one to investigate whether the girl is really in danger or in malicious blackmail; To be exact, no one cares about the excitement.

Except for blue.

Quietly, lanli sat cross legged at the door of the abandoned warehouse across the street, with his tooling coat covering the camera in his right hand, recording the whole process just now. It's not for justice, it's just for record, to record the most real Bronx, rough and primitive, irritable and dreary, depressed and cold.

Under the vivid faces, there is no outline of soul, just like walking dead. Life seems to have ended long ago, but it is still walking, but there is no glory and charm in those eyes. So was the white police officer, so was the black middle-aged man, and so was the underage girl.

Lan Li looked at the underage girl seriously. After she got $20, she took it for granted. She didn't feel elated or emotional. She just put the green bill into her pocket, leaned against the light pole of the traffic light, stood in the same place, chewing gum hard in her mouth, and dangling her schoolbag.

The young face with a stubborn wild and intractable, and the light that falls down on the sunset, can see the cheap eye shadow smeared over the eyelids, the vast purple is faint, and the bright lipstick on the lips is separated from the young age, and has been infected with the vicissitudes of the wind and dust. Hidden in the shadow of the eyes can not see clearly, can only capture the eyebrows between the indifference, a decadent.

The girl's eyes boldly and wantonly looked around at the pedestrians, as if looking for the next scapegoat. The petite and thin figure, reflected behind the mottled and dilapidated gray building, looked like a Lamb standing in front of the mouth of the beast, but still did not notice the danger; Or, knowing that the danger is coming, they still don't care.

This is the Bronx, and the young generation living in the Bronx, who should bear the hope for the future, has lost the vitality of vigorous and determined progress, numb eyes and face, like weeds, growing indomitably, but just growing, wantonly and disorderly along the wall.

Lan Li sighed a little, but there was no fuss before. It's his tenth day in the Bronx. It's not the first time he's seen a teenager like this, and it won't be the last.

When he saw him for the first time, he felt a slight tightness in his chest. He thought of heather, himself and the children in Mount Sinai Hospital. They lived so tenaciously and fought against the entanglement of the disease. He only hoped to stick to the road of life for a little longer, get closer to their dreams and get closer to them; But in front of these teenagers, they chose to give up so easily, as if everything had lost its meaning. He was angry, he hated, he sighed, he was urgent, he hated that iron could not become steel

But gradually, the feeling of heartache turned into helplessness, and sighing.

Behind the girl's indifference, it was a bog that she could not get rid of. Perhaps, her father is an addict, carrying countless debts, squandering everything in the family, and even forcing his children to go out. If that's all, it's still good. What's worse, maybe her father will rape his children. She tried to resist, but she was beaten to death. She tried to call the police, but nothing happened. She tried to escape, but there was no place to escape.

Maybe her story is even worse. Or, worse stories than her are everywhere.

The day before yesterday, there was an accident in the street. A motorcycle crashed into a truck because of emergency braking. The owner of the motorcycle flew out directly, blood and flesh blurred and brain burst. Lanli just passed by the scene and saw the ambulance arrive at the scene. Several teenagers standing on the side of the road looked like they were 15 or 16 years old. They happily pointed to the dead body and discussed how to clean up the road and how to deal with the trivial things like corpses.

Lanli didn't want to imagine deeply. He didn't know what they had experienced, which made them face death so coldly. Perhaps, for them, death is already a part of life; Or their hands are covered with blood.

Just after living in the Bronx for 10 days - less than 10 days, Langley witnessed the vicissitudes and despair of this area, like falling into a bottomless abyss, falling continuously, slowly and quietly, but he didn't know when to land. Maybe, never.

The green light turned into a red light, and the car started to move again. The girl seemed to see her own signal and stepped forward. It was like a model passing through the stretcher. She walked across the zebra crossing. The drivers were anxious and frantically honking their horns. On the contrary, the girl enjoyed the moment more and more. She walked across the road, and then passed the lanli.

He looked down, then walked over, muttering, "what are you looking at? Haven't you seen such a beautiful woman? Wipe the saliva from your mouth Rolled a white eye, continue to sway posture, gradually far away.

Welcome to the Bronx.