Chapter 7: Can't Swim
can not swim
"Are you all right?" Liu Dao asked while handing over the toilet paper.
"I can't die." Min Liangping said angrily.
"Oh."
Liu Dao hurried to the bathroom. He found a basin next to him and took some water.
When he walked up to the old hooligan, he kicked his heel to signal that the water was coming.
"Go outside, don't get the house dirty." Liu Dao suggested.
The old hooligan had plugged his nose, stood up straight and snatched the water basin from Liu Dao's hand, and walked straight to the door.
Liu Dao also followed, and across the glass door, he saw the old hooligan squatting outside, hunched over, slapping the back of his neck with difficulty.
He remembered his own nosebleeds when he was a child. He didn't know the reason when he was a child. He had nosebleeds several times a year.
He had nosebleeds before, and Liu Hongyue also patted the back of his neck for him.
After Min Liangping finished cleaning for himself, the clock on the wall pointed to 3:30. Liu Dao yawned, as if he was too embarrassed to stay any longer. But when he thought about his own home, he just didn't want to go back. Besides, it's still the middle of the night, and he doesn't have the guts anymore.
Min Liangping blocked both nostrils with tissues, and he would breathe with his mouth slightly open. He patted the brim of Liu Dao's hat on his head and said, "Damn boy, I kindly cover you up with a quilt, you're like a fucking evil, what about playing?"
Liu Dao felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't say anything.
"Don't you still hate my haircutting team?" The old hooligan suddenly mentioned this.
It turned out he remembered.
"I don't remember." Liu Dao adjusted his hat and took out a crumpled five-dollar bill from his pocket. "Bring me a bag of instant noodles."
"A bag?" The old rascal started smoking again. " Boy, I'm not a Limin store here, how much do I make for a bag of instant noodles? Are there any bags?"
Liu Dao gritted his teeth and took back his banknotes: "Then I won't eat it." "Okay
," the old rogue walked behind the counter, took a bucket of instant noodles from the shelf behind him, and opened the refrigerator door to take a look. He turned his head and asked him, "What do you want to drink? I'll invite you."
"Why? I don't want it." Liu Dao was very vigilant. Give some medicine, what should I do if I sell him? He heard that a kidney can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan, tens of thousands of yuan, and Liu Hongyue doesn't know how long it will take to work to earn that much.
"Bone!" The old hooligan laughed twice, "Okay, then I'll fix
the supper for myself."
Three minutes, or maybe not even three minutes, Liu Dao's nose could smell that unique fragrance. He has grown up so much, but he actually seldom eats instant noodles. Even in the days when Liu Hongyue was gone, he only ate it once.
Moreover, the boy's body was developing rapidly, and he couldn't get enough to eat a bag of instant noodles. He was hungry, but he was still hungry for steamed buns, cheap and affordable.
The old hooligan deliberately ate incense in front of Liu Dao.
Liu Dao swallowed.
Come on, it's so fucking delicious.
After a long while, Liu Dao hesitated: "You, what did you just say?" The
old hooligan raised his head, the short stubble at the corner of his mouth rubbed a little oil stains, the little hooligan softened, and the one in his heart said no A sense of victory.
The old hooligan pretended, "What are you talking about?"
Liu Dao gritted his teeth again, but he didn't hold his breath, his teeth were grinding with a "clucking" sound, and he finally lowered his face: "You said, what are you asking me to eat?" The
old hooligan He chuckled lightly, the little hooligan looked soft, which he liked quite a bit.
"Please eat the noodles." The old hooligan sucked the noodles again, "But didn't you say you don't want to eat? So I did."
"Then, then I don't care." Liu Dao began his first life. Once cheating, "Anyway, your words count."
The old hooligan took a sip of the soup, and the two small balls of tissues in his nostrils disappeared: "Okay, do the math, you can take it yourself."
With permission, Liu Dao was embarrassed to appear too urgent, so he walked slowly behind the counter. After thinking about it, I won't eat it for nothing, I stood on tiptoe and took two buckets of instant noodles from the top of the shelf, and said cheekily, "I, I want to eat two.
" There was also movement.
Not long after, the door of the Internet cafe opened, and the female network manager who was on shift during the day walked in with a smile and gave Min Liangping a care: "Brother Min, I'm here for you."
" Hey." He took out a bunch of keys and tucked them into his pants pocket. Liu Dao
was stunned in the Internet cafe, thinking about whether he should go home and take a shower, when the old hooligan poked the brim of his hat on his head again: "Don't go?"
Rogue is going back to sleep.
"Let's go, let's go." Liu Dao responded casually.
Min Liangping stopped paying attention to him. He lit a cigarette and went out of the Internet cafe.
In this neutral position, Liu Dao's heart poured out a thought for his life at this time-absolute space was the last.
He wants to join the gang, become a hooligan, earn money, go south, find his father or Liu Hongyue, and reach the pinnacle of his life... But who knows what will happen in the future?
In short, he thought he had thought of an excellent way to make money, so he ran to follow the old hooligan.
He followed the old hooligan in the direction of the school. Before he got to the school, he turned right into a gravel road. A large watermelon field and emerald green rice fields came into view. Then he crossed a rickety wooden bridge and followed across the river.
Across the river is sparsely populated, and there are several small brick houses scattered around.
Min Liangping knew that Liu Dao would follow him. It was only now that he felt that Liu Dao seemed strange. He stays in the Internet cafe all day long, and he doesn't see the Internet, and his clothes are changed every day. What do you think he wants?
He suddenly remembered what Liu Dao said that day when Wang Xiaopang "takes advantage of him".
Shouldn't it be... This kid is a real gay?
You tell me, today's children are really fucking precocious in their sexuality.
Min Liangping didn't dare to think about it any further, he felt that he was in his thirties, and it wasn't a good thing that his brain was so stupid.
Liu Dao saw the old hooligan stop in front of a small brick house by the river, and he also stopped not far away.
The old hooligan took out his trousers pocket, took out the key, and was about to open the door when he suddenly looked at Liu Dao. Liu Dao felt that something was wrong, so he squatted down quickly, and Daomiao covered his figure.
The old hooligan ran over and grabbed his ear: "Damn boy, you fucking follow me." He really couldn't think of how to call Liu Dao over, so he thought of such a brutal way to get him out. .
"Oh, it hurts." Liu Dao howled, "Let go, you let me go."
"What's the matter, please eat both sides, and you will eat me?" The old hooligan let go of Liu Dao, he looked at Liu Dao's black face flushed red.
This kid is actually pretty good looking, with big eyes and a high nose bridge, but his mother is too dark. Min Liangping thought of his son again. His son was fair and sensible, and his grades had always been among the best.
Min Liangping wrinkled his nose and took a deep breath of the fresh morning air.
Liu Dao said, "Big brother."
Min Liangping felt uncomfortable, why did he call him "big brother"?
He reminded the little hooligan in front of him: "You should be called uncle."
Liu Dao scolded "old hooligan" in his heart, and said in a good voice, "Brother Min, I want to discuss something with you.
" What's the matter." The old hooligan put the key in Liu Dao's hand and pointed to the small brick house in front of him, "Open the door, I'll go open a melon in the field."
Liu Dao nodded, clutching the key, also forgetting When I asked which one it was, I randomly chose one to poke the keyhole.
The small wooden door was actually opened by his blind cat and the dead mouse.
He pushed the door open. The room was relatively simple. There was a bed, a table, a fan, a bunch of messy things, and a suitcase in the corner. There was not even a decent cabinet in the room. It looked like no one was there. Long live.
There was another door on the wall opposite the door. He opened the door and jumped out of the house. He crossed the narrow stone road and successfully opened an unlocked door on the opposite row of brick houses. Good guy, this place is an abandoned farm, probably used to raise chickens and ducks or something.
Liu Dao pondered, this old hooligan has some background. Maybe before he became a hooligan, his family was a big farmer, but unfortunately the old hooligan was young and vigorous, walking the same way as Wang Xiaopang, thinking about roaming the rivers and lakes all day, hanging out with a bunch of idle gangsters all day, When his family saw that this son was no longer needed, they cut off contact with him cruelly.
Liu Dao was immersed in his own hysterical thoughts, and the old hooligan was already standing at the door with a sliced watermelon: "I said you have ADHD?"
Liu Dao was surprised when he was already standing at the door, He said, "You have ADHD." Then he walked back into the room, picked up a piece of watermelon cheekily and ate it.
How to say, watermelon is delicious.
He ate watermelon that day and his stomach was bloated. He had never eaten watermelon so happily in his life. After eating, he lay on the old hooligan's cot, swaying his two feet, swaying, his heart gradually quieted down, and he fell asleep on that bed.
When Liu Dao woke up, he only felt that the back of his neck was covered in sweat, and his entire face was extremely greasy. He got up from the bed and saw that the fan had stopped, but the third-level wind button was still deep.
Come on, there's a power outage. The old hooligan wasn't home either.
Liu Dao looked around from the doorway, and he saw the old rogue soaking in the deep water area downstream, exposing his sturdy upper body.
Liu Dao also wanted to go into the water. He was too hot, but he couldn't swim and didn't dare to stay in the water for too long, so he ran to the shore and walked over.
The old hooligan held his head in the water for a long time, as if he was provoking Liu Dao: "Boy, come down."
Liu Dao shook his head. I do not.
"Are you still afraid that I will eat you?" the old rogue continued to seduce.
Liu Dao shook his head again. I'm not afraid, but I won't come down.
The old hooligan smiled, slowly swam over, emerged from the water, lay on the edge of the grassy river, and waved to Liu Dao: "Come here."
"What?" Liu Dao asked tentatively, while a little curious close to the old rogue.
The next second, he regretted it. The old hooligan grabbed him by the ankle, and with a violent force, he fell to the ground with his buttocks. Before he could react to the pain, he was dragged into the water.
He let out an "ah" scream and yelled, "You're going to die." He found that the water was so deep that it was no longer than his waist. He tried hard not to let himself fall over in the water, and covered his bottom in the water with both hands, the dull pain didn't go away at all.
"Isn't that just fucking down?" The old rogue smiled smugly, took out a pack of cigarettes in his trousers pocket by the shore, and lit one for himself.
Liu Dao felt that the smug expression on the old hooligan was too sluggish, so he took advantage of the old hooligan's inattentiveness, suddenly stretched out his hand, and snatched the cigarette that had just been lit.
He took a deep breath.
"Cough cough cough..." Intense thick smoke rolled into his esophagus and lungs, making his nose sore, tears in his eyes, and he couldn't stop coughing.
This made the old hooligan even more proud. He slapped the little hooligan on the back and teased, "Can you do it?"
"I want you to take care of it." Liu Dao was a little discouraged.
It was the first time he smoked, and it was a fucking humiliating first time.
"You try throwing the lit cigarette into the water?" Liu Dao suddenly said something thoughtless.
"What?" The old hooligan tilted his head and looked at him, but he still did as the hooligan said, took the half-burned cigarette from his hand, stretched his arms and threw it out.
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