Chapter 10: Misunderstandings
misunderstanding
"Damn it," the old hooligan put Liu Dao on the co-pilot, and the annoyance on his face did not hide at all, "What did she say to you?"
"He said my dad is really handsome." Liu Dao blurted out.
"Hmph," Min Liangping didn't believe it at all, "it's no use asking you." He threw the plastic bag he had previously carried into Liu Dao's arms, and rudely handed him a bottle of mineral water, "Look at the instructions to eat ."
Liu Dao casually looked at the packaging of the various granules in the bag, and his heart softened a little. He thought about it, maybe that was the son of the old hooligan? Although he didn't look like someone with a son, and he didn't even think that the old hooligan would be a father or something.
Could it be that he misunderstood others? When he thought about it this way, he felt that it was too reckless for him to casually put that kind of hat on the old hooligan.
Liu Dao did not take medicine. The old hooligan started to start the car.
Liu Dao asked him, "Where are you going?"
"Anywhere, I won't find you a comfortable place to sleep anyway." The old hooligan was in a fit of rage, he glanced at Liu Dao, who was motionless, "You fucking eat. Medicine."
"I said I'm not sick." Liu Dao felt uncomfortable, his voice sounded like a thunderbolt.
"No, did I let you take medicine or did it hurt you?" The old hooligan tried to reason with him. Liu Dao was also puzzled that he was really not sick, so he said with a sullen
face: "You want to eat it yourself." The
old hooligan became angry: "Fuck!"
He still leaned forward so far that his head almost hit the glass window.
"You're fucking evil." Min Liangping thought that this little rascal was not bad before, and it was probably because his brain was flooded. This kind of child who has been pampered and grown up since he was a child, just take his mother's medicine. Why is it so hard to take other people's heart and lungs for him? I really thought that self-sufficiency was the center of the world.
Before Liu Dao could calm down from the fright, the old hooligan pulled his seatbelt off. He got out of the car roughly, rudely pulled Liu Dao out of the car, dragged him to the side of the road, and threw it to the ground.
"You fucking die here." The old hooligan said viciously, got into the car alone, started the car and left.
After a series of passive actions, Liu Dao sat beside a street with sparse street lights. I don't know if it was because of fear, or if I once again experienced the feeling of being abandoned, Liu Dao's sweat was mixed with tears, and his face was extremely embarrassing.
He sat on the side of the street, sobbing, not knowing what to do next. He didn't have a penny on him, and he had secretly stole 200 yuan from the old hooligan's wallet. Or, had he known earlier, he shouldn't have gone far away with the old hooligan. How good is his little broken town, how comfortable it is to stay in the Internet cafe!
But how can the world know so much earlier.
Liu Dao didn't remember how long he had been sitting on the ground, but he remembered that his tears dried up and flowed down, and they flowed down and dried up. After repeated this many times, he was caught by a whistle.
Isn't this the little green pickup from before?
It's the old rogue's car.
Liu Dao felt that joy in his heart. If he hadn't saved his face, he would have jumped up from the ground, but he was kicked out of the car by the old hooligan, so he couldn't be so spineless. Besides, now the old hooligan is back, maybe Just to laugh at him.
He thought of the old hooligan yelling at him, "You're going to die here", and he felt uncomfortable. When he felt uncomfortable, he felt that his whole body became a little harder.
If, if this old hooligan really came to admit his mistake, then he still won't forgive the old hooligan if he says anything.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was really strong, while realizing that the dim light in front of him had been blocked by a huge figure.
Liu Dao raised his head, the face of the old hooligan turned black against the light, Liu Dao pretended to be calm and asked, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm sorry." The old hooligan's voice was very low. He stretched out his palm towards Liu Dao, intending to pull him up.
Liu Dao pretended not to see it, moved his butt, turned his back to the old hooligan, and stopped talking.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that little broken children like to get angry, and the old hooligan didn't kick Liu Dao this time, nor did he get angry at him fiercely.
"It's my fault, I shouldn't think that you are sick, just that you are really sick." The old hooligan showed weakness.
But that's too much of a tongue twister.
Liu Dao knew that he meant to say that he should not impose "what he thought" on Liu Dao. Liu Dao obediently got up from the ground, patted the dust on his buttocks, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry too, I secretly flipped through your wallet, I thought you..."
He completely forgot about his hard bones just now. .
He was embarrassed to say that he thought the old hooligan was a sexist, so he changed his words and said, "I saw the photos in your wallet, and I thought you were a personal trafficker."
Liu Dao couldn't find anything for the time being, and the old hooligan didn't think of what to do for a while. Say something, the air suddenly condenses.
After a long while, Liu Dao broke the embarrassment: "I, what, that sister asked me if you were a trafficker, but I said, you are my father." The
old rogue was cold for a while, and finally laughed, he Habitually, he patted Liu Dao's head, but he didn't get a hat, so he asked him, "Where's your hat?"
"Hat?" Where's the hat?" Well
, it must have fallen into the hotel.
"Forgot to be at the hotel?" The old rogue responded.
"Yeah." Liu Dao nodded dully, that was the only connection between him and his father, and it was gone now.
"Go, get in the car," the old hooligan pulled him into the car, "Go and get your hat back."
Liu Dao remembered what happened at the hotel just now, he was a little unfounded, worried that the receptionist at the front desk called the police or something. Wouldn't that old rogue get into the game when he goes back?
He said, "Come on."
"How come that works? I think you take it every day, and it's not too hot." The old hooligan started the car, "Is that someone who is important to you sent it?
" , "Besides, it's not necessarily what you can't take back, it's still..."
"It's a hair, shut up." The old hooligan braked the car again.
The after-effects of being thrown out of the car broke out. Liu Dao thought that the old hooligan was going to throw him out of the car again, but he looked up and saw a row of cameras and three big red lights flashing in the tall row in front of him.
He finally let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.
When they got to the hotel, they were catching up with the reception desk. The girl was about to go back to the dormitory. The old hooligan quickly told her about it. Fortunately, the hotel service in the small county town was also very thoughtful. The girl immediately reported it to the manager, and everyone Without a single tug, the hat came back in no time.
The old hooligan took the hat, put it on Liu Dao's head, and slapped him on the brim again: "Don't lose it next time."
After the old hooligan left the hotel with Liu Dao, the car turned around. Stopped by a lonely narrow street.
"Get off?" he asked.
Liu Dao shook his head: "I'm not going."
Min Liangping got out of the car alone, he smoked a cigarette outside the car, went around to Liu Dao's side, and slapped the half-open window twice: "You really won't get out? He pointed to the fence by the roadside, "The Yuanjiang River is outside, can it be wide or wide, don't you
look at it?" "No." Liu Dao turned his head. He didn't want to be thrown on the river bank to wipe his tears, then he might actually jump off.
"It's done." Min Liangping nodded, seeming to lose interest, and returned to the car.
He originally planned to take this little boy to the night market to sing and sing or something, but things changed so suddenly, he wanted to take him to see the iconic river in the small county town, but the boy didn't appreciate it at all.
The two sat in the car and were silent for a while, and finally the old hooligan asked Liu Dao a random question: "Boy, what grade are you in?"
Liu Dao answered honestly, "The second year of junior high school."
"How old are you?"
"Fourteen," he recalled that he was almost fifteen years old, and changed his words, "Fifteen."
"How old are you?"
"Fifteen." Liu Dao replied solemnly.
The old hooligan held the steering wheel with both hands, and showed that kind of condescending smile: "Boy, tell me, what's the matter with you staying in an Internet cafe all day long?"
"Anyway, I don't go to school anymore, where do I love to go? ." Liu Dao lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers.
"Little hooligan." The old hooligan pretended to scold him: "You're not big, but you have a big temper. If I wanted a son like you, I would have beaten you long ago." When
he mentioned his son, Liu Dao remembered that photo. , The old hooligan didn't say who the child was, he asked: "Is that picture really your son?" The
old hooligan paused for a while, and the corner of his mouth crooked: "Then who do you think it is?"
Liu Dao did not pick up.
"But it's not anymore." Min Liangping raised his eyebrows and said, "He's with her mother now, and I can't even see him."
When he said this, there was a deadly expression on his face. Disappointment.
Liu Dao suddenly raised his head, but he didn't notice the disappointment on Min Liangping's face.
"Are you and your wife divorced?" Liu Dao asked casually.
"Almost." The
conversation grew weary in the middle of the night, and Liu Dao whispered weak emotions: "I haven't seen my dad..." He wanted to say more, but he didn't know when the air conditioner in the car was turned on. Now, he felt very comfortable, so he leaned his head on the back of the chair.
He said, "Don't talk to me, I'm sleepy."
Liu Dao didn't want to continue these depressing topics. But for the first time, he felt that he and the man next to him, who was still very unfamiliar, had a sense of sympathy for each other.
His wife and children left him. His parents all abandoned him.
The old hooligan put down the back of the chair for him, and Liu Dao, like a dog, curled up in the chair without saying a word.
The summer morning came very early. It was just after five o'clock. From time to time, the horn of the car could be heard from the roadside. Liu Dao got up from the chair, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and the old hooligan had already got out of the car.
He climbed into the driver's seat, and through the glass window, the breakfast shop across the road saw his eyes light up. When the old hooligan came back, he opened the car door and asked the little hooligan, "What do you want to eat? Steamed buns? Youtiao
? Do you want to drink soy milk?"
If you have an appetite, you can eat almost the same.
Liu Dao held it for a while, but he didn't feel any embarrassment at all. He said, "You open the door, I want to eat a big bowl of beef rice noodles and two big meat buns." The
old hooligan tilted his head, suddenly maliciously He laughed: "Didn't you just order a cold cucumber before?"
He was saving him money before teasing Liu Dao.
After hearing this, Liu Dao proudly sat back on his chair and said proudly, "Then I won't eat it."
" If I don't eat it, I won't eat it."
The old hooligan said so much, but he really couldn't do anything with this little brat, so he still bought a big bowl of beef rice noodles for Liu Dao. Perhaps because he felt sorry for the child last night, with a guilt-like mentality, he crossed the road with a full of rice noodles and brought it to the car window.
Liu Dao was lying on the side of the car window, took two breaths, and there was the smell of hot soup in the air. He sat up in a hurry, the old hooligan opened the car door for him, he got out of the car, sat on the side of the road, holding a large bowl with some napkins on it, sucking up the powder.
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