Rascal Ch. 11

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Chapter 11: Hospital

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"Are you full?" The old hooligan took Liu Dao's empty bowl that didn't even have any soup left.

"If you are willing to buy me two more buns, I can still eat them." Liu Dao said with a smile.

"You kid, it's pretty beautiful to think about." The old rogue's voice faded as the footsteps left.

There were more and more people on the street. When the old hooligan came back, he did not buy buns for Liu Dao. He said, "If you were just a little better, I might buy it for you as soon as I am happy."

Liu Dao flipped over Roll your eyes.

The old hooligan looked at his stubborn black face in the rearview mirror, and teased him again: "Children, don't eat too much, your stomach will burst." He continued to frighten him, "When I was young, our neighbor had a child , I have loved to eat since I was a child, I ate too much in a day, and then I swelled to death."

"Who are you lying to?" Liu Dao didn't believe his clumsy nonsense at all. He was more concerned about where to go and what to do next. He asked tentatively, "Are we going back now?"

"Yes, go back to my house." The old hooligan closed the car door. Liu Dao had already figured out how to fasten his seat belt, so he put the seat back in place for Liu Dao and started talking again. Some bluffing words, "Go to my house to find a rope, tie you up first, and then contact the customer to see how much you are worth."

Liu Dao rolled his eyes again.

"Is your home in the city?" He stared at the wider street ahead.

The car drove through Zhangjiang Middle Road and went all the way. When we arrived in the city, it was just a quarter of an hour past seven in the morning.

The car drove into an old community. The old hooligan parked the car and got out of the car. Liu Daomaliu followed him and jumped out of the car. The door was banging loudly.

It was a very old unit building. Liu Dao followed behind the old hooligan's ass, wandering around and not entering a small building with no features at all. There are three families on each floor of the small building. They went up to the second floor and turned into the innermost corridor.

The old hooligan took out the key to open the door. Liu Dao stretched his neck and looked around impatiently. He really wanted to see how different the houses in the city were.

The moment the door opened, it was really disappointing. The old hooligan lived in a two-bedroom and one-bedroom apartment, which was not big, and Liu Dao couldn't estimate how many square meters, but it was more than enough to live alone.

The room is messy, and I don't know how many years ago the walls were painted. Almost the whole piece was glowing or falling off. The simple-style furniture was covered with a thin layer of plastic paper, which was very obscured by the plastic paper. heavy dust.

Liu Dao secretly stretched out his finger and rubbed the plastic paper, and his fingertips became gray and numb. He pouted and wiped his dirty hands on his trousers twice. It was the old rogue's trousers anyway, so he could spoil as much as he wanted.

He felt that this house was not as good as Wang Xiaopang's newly renovated small shop.

However, it was much better than the two cabins he lived in.

The old hooligan was quite proud, and put his hands on his waist: "How is it, eldest brother's house?"

"Not so good." Liu Dao told the truth, and then the old hooligan kicked him in the lower calf.

"Hurry up, find a rope," the old hooligan said fiercely, "Do you tie it yourself, or do I do it?"

"You really want to betray me?" Liu Dao raised his head, pretending to accept his fate, and stared helplessly. Old hooligan.

The old hooligan sneered and patted the little hooligan's little black face: "Damn boy, who the fuck allowed you to stare at me like this?"

Liu Dao backed up with him: "Fuck me. Right."

He seemed to have figured out some ways to get along with the old rascal. Although the old hooligan looks fierce and serious, he often makes fun of Liu Dao with outrageous remarks, but he should not be a sinful character.

The old hooligan said that he made an appointment in the hospital in the morning to see a friend. Listening to his tone, it seemed that he wanted to meet someone who was very difficult to meet.

He collected clean clothes from the closet and turned to the bathroom. Liu Dao thought that he was going to see the scene where the old hooligan and the social bigwig meet in a while, and he was confused in his heart.

When the old hooligan came out of the bathroom, he was really different from before. Liu Dao looked at him a little dumbfounded.

The old hooligan shaved off his beard, and his whole body was a hundred times more energetic, and he looked a lot younger.

Damn, now it looks like he's the more raunchy one.

Under the shoveling of the old rogue, Liu Dao also went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he reluctantly changed himself into another shirt and trousers that the old rogue handed him.

"Let's do it for the time being, I'll buy it for you later." The old hooligan took the key and opened the door, "Will you come with me? If you don't go, just stay here and lock the door." He He pointed to the small round hole inlaid with "glass" on the door, "This is a cat's eye. If someone knocks on the door, look here. As long as it's not me coming back, don't say anything."

What kind of cat's eye and dog's eye? It's too troublesome, besides, in case the old hooligan throws him in this shabby house and doesn't come back...

He flew to the door, got under the old hooligan's arm, and hurriedly shouted: "I'll go with you, I'll go with you."

Liu Dao sat in the taxi, and the old hooligan sat beside him seriously, and after explaining the address to the driver, he stopped talking.

Liu Dao looked at the strange city scene outside the window, suddenly turned his head to look at the old hooligan, and asked in a low voice, "Why don't you drive over by yourself?"

"The car is out of gas." Min Liangping was absent-minded.

deceive. Liu Dao muttered in his heart, and then fell silent.

Liu Dao later regretted it very much. He sat for a long, long time in a small courtyard full of flower beds in the hospital.

During this period, an old man who insisted that he was a beautiful girl insisted on pestering him to dance, and affectionately called him "Brother Xiaolei". The nurse on the side was helpless and looked at Liu Dao and smiled awkwardly: "Little classmate, it's okay, Xiao Li just likes you and wants to play with you."

Liu Dao was expressionless.

Lily? Xiaolei?

What is this about?

"Xiao Li" pressed closer, Liu Dao kept moving his buttocks. He moved his buttocks from the bench to the bench, and he was about to fall.

Suddenly, "Xiao Li" puffed out her cheeks angrily, put her hands on her hips, and turned her head to look at the nurse: "What little classmate? This is my brother Xiaolei."

Liu Dao opened his eyes wide in disbelief, staring in front of him . The old man, who was even younger than the little girl, quickly rolled off the chair and rolled into the grass beside him.

He held his breath, not daring to let out the air. When the uncle looked back, seeing that his "Brother Xiaolei" was no longer on the chair, he began to cry and make trouble, shouting that he had to find "Brother Xiaolei".

Liu Dao hid in the grass and listened to the cries of the uncle's passing away. He realized later, this fucking feeling is a mental hospital?

Liu Dao didn't dare to wander around, for fear of encountering another little blue and little red, he first stayed in the grass for a while, then ran to the small courtyard and sat down on a bench covered by a tall tree. .

Liu Dao didn't understand what the old hooligan was doing here. He thought that someone who was very important to him must be staying here. He was a little sleepy thinking about it, and a stone hit the back of his head impartially, startling him.

"Who?" He looked around alertly, but there was no one. He finally turned to the small tree, and there was a strange laugh from behind the unnamed thick branches. Liu Dao swallowed nervously, jumped aside from the bench, and shouted again,

"Who the hell is it?"

Stretching his head into the hole made between the branches and leaves, he smirked at Liu Dao: "Li Jia, Li Jia. Min Qi, come and play, come and play. Don't grab my fans, if you don't grab my fans, I will I'm not mad at you."

It was the face of a young man who looked silly, with flat features, a big head, a square face, and dark eyebrows.

Damn, another fucking idiot.

He remembered the uncle just now, and was afraid that this man would go crazy again. When he was about to run away, he saw the old hooligan followed by two little nurses, walking over together.

"Didn't I tell you to stay in the yard and not run around?" The old hooligan patted Liu Dao on the shoulder.

"Why didn't you tell me this is a mental hospital?" Liu Dao was a little resentful, "I was scared to death by an old man just now."

"I wonder if you can read!" the old rogue said, "How big is the gate? Didn't you see the words?"

"Fanfen, Fenfen." The boy who stuck his head in the branches interrupted their conversation.

The old hooligan gave the boy a complicated look, Liu Dao couldn't understand him, he thought for a moment that this man might not be the son of the old hooligan, right? Later, after they left the hospital, Liu Dao thought about it

several times, but he still asked, "Brother Min, is that person today your son?"

, Besides, Liu Dao had seen the photo of the old hooligan's son, and it was impossible for that child to grow into a face like the hospital just now.

"My friend's child." The old rogue didn't seem to have much energy when he said this.

Liu Dao asked him, "What about your friend?" The old hooligan was not in a hurry to answer Liu Dao

. He took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it before answering, "Dead."

Then explore further down.

They went home in the evening, had dinner and took a shower, it was already nine o'clock.

Liu Dao lay on the sofa, opened a bag of chicken claws, and sighed, "You said, if this phoenix knew that its claws were the same as chicken claws, would he die of anger?"

"Brother Min," Liu said. Knife hid himself on the sofa, opened a bag of chicken claws, and sighed, "You said, if this phoenix knew that its claws looked the same as chicken claws, would he die of anger?" The

old hooligan held a cardboard box, Putting it on the coffee table to rummage through the discs, he glanced coldly at Liu Dao, the little brat: "Eat your claws."

"Oh." Putting his head together, "What are you looking for? Brother Min."

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