Rascal Ch. 8

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Chapter 8: Away From Town

out of town
Liu Dao felt that the air was stagnant at the moment.

He might be blasted with arms and legs, so he closed his eyes and waited for the loud "boom" and the high-level blast of water.

This matter has to start from Liu Dao's heart knot when he was a child.

He had many knots in his heart when he was a child. As he grew older, some of them were untied on the way to grow up, and some of them were still buried deep in his heart.

For example, he always felt that a cigarette butt would explode if thrown into the water.

That's what he saw with his own eyes.

During the summer vacation when he was seven or eight years old, he was already able to undertake the heavy responsibility of laundry, so he was ordered by Liu Hongyue to wash clothes in the river every day, and the reward was an occasional 50 cents mung bean ice cream.

He remembered that one day, a man in his twenties was frying fish by the river bank. Throwing things, when he threw things, the cigarette in his mouth just disappeared, and then, a layer of high waves exploded in the river, and the loud noise made Liu Dao's heart "jump" and his ears "buzz".

After a while, a dead fish with a blown belly floated up beside the small stone slab where he was washing clothes. He raised his head again and looked at the man on the other side of the river, only to see that he was about to put a cigarette in his mouth, and Liu Dao recognized it. He must have killed the fish with a cigarette.

But in fact, he didn't even see what people threw away, so according to his own understanding, he put an extremely vicious charge on cigarettes.

He felt that once this thing hit the water, it would bring bad luck to those who approached.

The old hooligan saw what he was talking about and asked him what was wrong. As soon as Liu Dao told him about this, he immediately suffered a violent shudder, causing his body to sway in the water.

"To make me waste a cigarette, do you think you should fight?" The old hooligan was dumbfounded by his stupid head, but he was still angry on the surface.

He felt that this child really had an unusually stupid head.

The setting sun sprinkled on the water, and the ripples caused by the breeze shone with golden light. The old rogue swam back to the middle of the river again, sinking into the dark golden water.

After a while, when the old rogue appeared again, he was looking at Liu Dao closely.

It turned out that he dived in.

The old hooligan grabbed Liu Dao's small arm and looked very interested: "Come here, I will teach you to swim."

"Don't, don't," Liu Dao hurriedly struggled, he said his worries without hesitation, "I I'm afraid you're going to drown me."

"Hey, little brat..." The old hooligan wanted to say that he was kind, but when he said it, he changed his meaning, "I'm going to drown you."

He hooked Holding the back of Liu Dao's neck, Liu Dao lost his center of gravity. Seeing that his entire face was about to go into the water, his arm was supported by the big hand of the old hooligan.

Unsurprisingly.

"If I really want to kill you, go down now." The old hooligan held Liu Dao and helped him stand in the water again.

"Listen, relax your body first and try to sink."

Liu Dao looked at the old hooligan and saw that he had a smug look on his face, so he did as he said. . Not to mention it worked, because he found that instead of sinking, he felt like he was about to float.

"What's next?" Liu Dao was also interested, urging the old hooligan to continue teaching.

"Hold your breath." The old rogue spit out short words, took a deep breath, and then sank his face into the water.

Liu Dao thought, at this time, as long as he stretched out his hands and held the man to death, he would be dead in a short time, right?

He was amazed at how he could suddenly have such thoughts, the old rascal had his head out of the water. His whole face was wet, so he wiped his face and said, "How is it? You can try it too?"

"Well." Liu Dao nodded.

"Don't panic, take a deep breath first, come out when you can't hold it, don't be brave, five seconds is enough."

Liu Dao, while blaming himself for the feeling of wanting to drown the old rogue, closed his eyes and hesitantly buried his face in the water.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

In less than five seconds, Liu Dao's thin body straightened up, and in a panic, he touched the wet clothes on his body and wiped his eyes: "Fuck, my eyes got water." The

old hooligan shook his head and smiled, and hugged him to the shore. He lifted the rascal's body and carried him to the shore, then dragged the clean T-shirt he put on the shore, and wiped the twisted little black face for him.

Liu Dao noticed the touch of the dry cloth, and rubbed it on his face. After his eyes were comfortable, he realized that the old hooligan had put on his pants and was looking at him with his upper body naked.

Liu Dao reached out and handed the old hooligan the clothes he wiped his face with: "Your clothes."

"Are you flooded with water?" The old hooligan kicked his ass, "You can wash it for me when you have time. Go to my room and change into clean clothes, and then I'll take you to dinner."

"You won't teach me?" Liu Dao stood up from the turf, patted the weeds on his wet buttocks, and tilted his head to look at the old man. Rogue, while following in his footsteps.

The old hooligan lit a cigarette and pointed to Sunset in the west: "See, the sun has gone down, and I'm hungry."

Liu Dao changed into the old hooligan's black T-shirt and black pants, and turned into a little black man. . The adult's underwear was draped over the boy who looked malnourished. Liu Dao took two steps, his clothes were empty, and when the wind was blowing, they were bulging, and the trousers were too long, so he had to roll them up twice. Finally he took his black hat, because his hair was not too dry to put it on his head, and followed the old rascal into town.

The old hooligan sat in a small restaurant, pointed to the simple handwritten menu on the table, and asked Liu Dao, "What do you want to eat?"

"Brother Min for a treat?" Liu Dao licked his lips, smelling the restaurant's Fragrance, the light of anticipation hidden in the eyes.

"You kid, okay, I've learned to mix food and drink." The old hooligan slapped Liu Dao on the brim of his hat with a smile. He took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for himself.

"Hehe." Liu Dao smiled cheekily.

"Go," the old hooligan took out a hundred-yuan bill from his pocket, put it in front of Liu Dao, and pointed to the small shop diagonally opposite the hotel, "Go there and buy the right battery for me, remember, No. 5, come back here. I’ll invite you for dinner. If you dare to run away with the money, I’ll beat you up once in a while.

Liu Dao took the money and quickly crossed the road. He quickly bought the batteries and returned quickly. When we got to the restaurant, the

old hooligan hadn't ordered yet. He took the battery and greeted the boss. The round-faced boss came over and asked them what they wanted to eat.

The old hooligan quickly said what he wanted to eat . But Liu Dao didn't have such a speed. He looked up and down, he looked at the name of the dish, and he wanted to eat it.

But reason told him that people who eat and drink should not be allowed to waste like this . Yes, he ordered the cheapest dish: "Cooked cucumbers, right? "

"Huh?" The boss opened his eyes and asked again, "Are you sure?" "A

child is a child, and every order is so ink, the old hooligan simply decides: "Fry him some meat, add some vegetables, and the child will grow up." "

When the dishes are ready, Liu Dao eats it deliciously. He feels that now he is almost as happy as the Chinese New Year. Usually, his family may not be able to eat a meal of meat a week. He eats in the school cafeteria almost every day. Eating carrots, fried meat and pickles, the latter is salty and salty, not to mention the former, although the former sounds pretty good, but eating his mother carrots and boiled pork skin fat every day, who the hell can eat it?

Wait for him and the old man When the hooligans walked out of the restaurant together, the old hooligan didn't forget to mutter: "What do you think of me? Order a cucumber salad? play? "

He was thinking that Liu Dao made him too shabby, so he didn't give him any face. Then when they went to a restaurant, wouldn't outsiders see them as a father and son eating together? If I order big fish and meat, my son will order cold salad." Cucumber?

Liu Dao didn't quite understand the true meaning of his words, so he said, "Then next time, I will try my best to be as expensive as possible, will it work? "

"Yes." The old hooligan replied very cheerfully, "But you have to pay for it yourself." He had already walked in front of a dark green car, which was a small pickup truck with a small trailer.

"Go up." The old hooligan opened the front passenger's door and raised his chin at Liu Dao.

"What are you doing?" Liu Dao's head was dizzy, he wondered if the old hooligan really wanted to sell him, right?

"Brother Min, you won't go to the Internet cafe tonight?"

"I have business to do today. I need to do my homework." With one hand against the car door and the other on the back of the seat, he stared at the little kid in front of him with a serious look: "You kid, don't let anyone fucking let you get in the car, you can get in the car, people are separated from each other, you know?"

Liu Dao Contemplation, feelings, what kind of person are you? But his heart was warmed by the words.

"Do you really know?" the old rogue roared a little rudely.

Only then did Liu Dao return to his senses, and he echoed: "Got it." Clinging his fingers on the seat belt, he turned his head to the other side in a fit of anger.

The old hooligan drove the car onto the road leaving the town. Liu Dao knew the direction. This was the way to the outside. When Liu Hongyue left, it must have been the same path.

"Brother Min, what's your name?" Liu Dao asked him a little bored, slamming his chin on the narrow platform in front of the car window.

"Min Liangping." The old hooligan also explained by the way, "Good conscience, peaceful peace."

He didn't explain it was okay, as soon as he talked about Liu Dao, he got excited, and began to bury him: "I think this name follows me. I’m more worthy, and I’m more conscientious.”

“Humph,” the old hooligan said indifferently, “What do you know, the name was given by my parents, and it’s not what I think it is.” He thought for a while, and then joked, "Your family is quite good at naming you. Your name has the aura of a hooligan."

Liu Dao retorted him with his words: "It's not what I thought. Besides, I'm not a hooligan."

"You're not a hooligan, so what are you doing with Wu Yi and Wang Xiaopang?" The old hooligan rolled down the car window, the wind at night was refreshing, "You're not a hooligan, you squat in an Internet cafe every day?"

"I'm not ” Liu Dao denied.

The old hooligan directly ignored the denial of the little hooligan. From his point of view, Liu Dao was too petted by the family, and during the period of rebellion, he might have had a little conflict with the family, and he didn't want to go to school, so he ran out and ran away from home to have a child.

He also has a son himself, but his son has never been rebellious, so when he met someone like Liu Dao, it was a bit of a headache at first, but after getting along, he found that the child was not bad, not too bad, and he was tough in his bones. He also looks fearless in front of Wang Xiaopang and the like, which he quite likes.

When he tilted his head to look at the co-pilot, he found that Liu Dao was leaning on the back of the seat with his head drooping, and he was already asleep.

The old hooligan looked at the bumpy road ahead and slowed down.

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