There is no one holding hands in Hong Kong

A few years ago, I worked as a trainee reporter for a Hong Kong newspaper and lived in an old and dilapidated building in Kwun Tong. This area is an old industrial area, and the old houses are facing recycling and renovation, and many buildings are half empty. Most of the shops facing the street are closed and taped with "government houses", like a row of unsealed old bombs. Some elderly people who are unwilling to move, or who try to ask for more money, gather in a small garden near the community at the weekend and shout two slogans in unpleasantness, which can be regarded as a sign of their attitude. If they do not move, the Hong Kong Government is in no hurry, and the transformation of this area has been dragging on for several years.

I lived here safely for more than a year, endured the noise, and enjoyed the cheapness. One of the rooms I shared lived with an old aunt in Dongguan, who was in her fifties and was also a landlord. She swam from the other side of the Pearl River during the great escape from the port, and her husband died in the water. The other room is a pair of Hong Kong drifter men and women of the same age as me. The man's name is Ah Qiang and the woman's name is Tracy. We live in one of the forest-lined houses in the Peacock Building, which is one of the forest-lined buildings in Hong Kong.

Hong Kong is a very special place, a paradise of consumerism and a hell of romanticism. The steaming sea of people fills every inch of the gap in the whole city. Youth is like diesel fuel in a roaring giant machine. It is constantly burned, consumed, created a huge amount of heat, and then replaced and replenished. When I squeeze eight MTR stations to work in Kowloon Tong every day, I gradually find an interesting phenomenon, that is, there are very few couples holding hands in the streets and MTR of Hong Kong. Of course, tourists walking along the seaside in Tsim Sha Tsui should be excluded. The space here is too small and the speed of people is too fast, so it is not easy to move forward together. So I have concluded that lovers who walk hand in hand must love each other very much because they will be distorted by the crowd at any time. This discovery also changed my view of Ah Qiang and Tracy, they are not lovers, but simply partners referred to as partners. On this point, just take a glance at a pair of single beds in their room with two opposite walls.

this is a typical Hong Kong story, but it just removes the vocal and inspirational part. A Qiang and Tracy are professional thieves, mainly stealing mainland tourists in Mong Kok. When they are in a good mood, they also patronize supermarkets and hotels to pick up handbags that others put behind their carts and chairs. They only steal mainlanders, and by their clothes and accents, they can distinguish these lovely compatriots who are submissive and will not call the police. they usually cover them alone, do it alone, and are skillful in their skills. You know, in Mong Kok and Tsim Sha Tsui, where there are more than ten people per cubic meter, it is very safe for them to do this.

I often see Tracy sitting on his side of a single bed looking through pictures of stolen cameras with his freshly washed hair, and the fan above his head squeaks. Sometimes she would ask me to watch. The family in the picture had been to Disneyland, Ocean Park, and Wong Tai Sin Temple. Tracy said: it's time for them to go to the Peak. Then she grinned and smiled after the person in the picture as if she was the one who went on a family trip. She was a beautiful girl. Sometimes when she came home late alone, I wondered if she went to the top of the Taiping Peak and met the family who had lost their camera on the mountain. They might still be very happy, bought a new camera, or simply asked other people in the tour group to take pictures. If she does meet them, Tracy will quietly put the stolen camera memory card back in the hostess's bag. I know she will. She is a good girl.

Tracy is not very alien to others, which often makes Ah Qiang unhappy. He is a cautious person, and his prudence is entirely out of his cowardice rather than his intelligence. Compared with Tracy, Ah Qiang has integrated into the young people of Hong Kong in appearance and speaks better vernacular. He used a fake ID to work part-time at the largest port city, Haimampampimm M., and no one doubted his identity. The landlady likes him, too, one of the reasons is that he will clean the long hair of the sewer mouth for Tracy every time after taking a bath. Even if he can earn enough food and clothing, Ah Qiang will still go "hunting" with Tracy. The stolen money will first be deposited in an account in Hong Kong, and then a money order of RMB 5,000 will be bought every month and mailed to his home in Fujian Province by registered mail.

Life goes round and round like the Star Ferry in Victoria Harbour, and everyone has secrets. The landlord's aunt turned a blind eye to the little lovers' business because she often took strange men home for the night, and the noise from the house was out of both livelihood and physiology. As for me, I keep a box of dried marijuana leaves in my drawer all the year-round, bought from the basement of a nearby bar, drifting across the sea from my hometown of Yunnan to Hong Kong, and paying no less "tax" along the way than iPhones exported from Hong Kong. I'm not worried about being discovered. Hong Kong is so big that no one notices and no one care.

in that year's financial tsunami, even newspapers were laying off staff. I have become a regular worker, working overtime until 11:00 in the evening so as not to get laid off. Very hard, earning 12,800 yuan a month, the same as the cleaners, still living in the Peacock Building of ten square meters. Sometimes I don't know why I came to Hong Kong, but when I think about it optimistically, no one knows what it is. We are not all living yet, but we can also be said to be living. Towards the end of winter, the landlord told me quietly that Tracy was pregnant. It suddenly occurred to me that I might be the first to know about this. Every time I opened the bathroom, there was a fishy smell that seemed to be absent. It was the smell of careful cleaning after vomiting.

I thought they were Ah Qiang's children, but even I had never heard them have sex in the room. It was just intuition. Ah, Qiang once took Tracy to an upscale restaurant in Central and came back with a mink coat left by a mainland concubine in a cloakroom, which is so hot in winter that no one in Hong Kong is dressed like this. Tracy showed us in his overcoat in the room that his high heels clicked through two single beds. The narrow aisle is as funny as a comedian. She is not good at Cantonese and usually does not like to talk, and the click of that night was the only voice I remember. There was no moon or wind that night. Facing the crowded neon lights in Hong Kong, I caught a glimpse of Ah Qiang's eyes at Tracy, which was the love I had never seen before.

the coat sold for 4,500 Hong Kong dollars at Milan Station, and soon the news of Tracy's pregnancy came out. For the first time, I heard them arguing in the room in their hometown dialect. I guess Tracy wanted to go home and have a baby, but Ah Qiang disagreed. I found out after a long time that my guess was completely wrong. It's not my fault. I can't understand a word of Minnan dialect anyway. Then I moved out of the Peacock Building and moved to Chai Wan, another area to be renovated. Before I left, I left the marijuana leaves in the drawer to the landlord and aunt, because I had made up my mind to quit it. Six months later, when I returned to the Peacock Building, surrounded by high construction fences, I looked up at the excavator loading spoonfuls of debris into the car. I didn't know what it was like.

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the landlady moved to Tianshui Wai, which is far from the city. She told me that Tracy had returned to the mainland, but not voluntarily. Ah, Qiang reported her. She was sent back to her place of origin without a visa. It was only later that I learned that Ah Qiang and Tracy were cousins. They came to Hong Kong not because they were poor, but to stay away from right and wrong. That's good. This is the first time I know clearly why other people come to Hong Kong. At Milan Station in Mong Kok, I saw the mink coat hanging quietly in the window. It was so hot in winter that no one in Hong Kong was dressed like this.