Chapter 12: Go Home
go home
"You asked exactly, what do you kids like to watch?" the old rogue asked him while rummaging.
"You mean TV?" Liu Dao lowered his head and thought.
He rarely watches TV. Only in school, when dinner is close to class, can he turn on the TV in the classroom and watch it for a while.
The minority obeys the majority. Nine out of ten students in the class like to watch the Xiaoxiang Movie Channel. In Liu Dao’s memory, Hong Kong ghost movies are played on that channel all day long, and he gets goosebumps just thinking about it.
Liu Dao thought about it, he actually likes to watch cartoons, such as Detective Conan, Prince of Tennis, he thinks it is very interesting.
He asked, "Are there any cartoons?" The old hooligan turned
around for a long time, and when he looked up, he had a Riman disc in his hand: "You are lucky, you really have it." He
wiped the disc on the edge of his clothes: "What are you looking at?"
He looked at the packaging again: "What ninja."
He remembered that this was a cartoon his son once loved to watch.
Liu Dao has finished eating a chicken paw, no, a chicken paw, leaning on the sofa boredly, a very moving opening song greeted his ears. At the end of the opening song, the yellow-haired little man appeared in the picture, and a few words of "creepy" came out of his mouth.
Liu Dao tilted his head and asked the old hooligan again: "This is not Chinese?"
"It seems to be Japanese."
He was a little excited after watching a few episodes, but the old hooligan on the side seemed very tired, leaning on the sofa and saying a sentence He didn't say anything, even a little sleepy.
Liu Dao quietly picked up the remote control, pressed it for a long time, turned off the VCD player, and gently climbed up to the old hooligan, shaking his arm.
"Brother Min?" Liu Dao said worriedly, "Go to bed!"
The old hooligan was shaken by him, but he rarely cursed people in such a vicious tone. He just said in a calm tone: "Go, I'll sleep here."
"Oh." Liu Dao got up and got off the sofa, he went to After walking in the bedroom, I found that there was no bed in it. No wonder the old hooligan was so kind to let him sleep in the bedroom.
Liu Dao and the old hooligan finally fell asleep together on the sofa. When he woke up, because the ground was too crowded, his bones were pantothenic acid. The old hooligan was gone, and Liu Dao felt relieved when he heard the coughing sound from the bathroom.
The old hooligan stuck his head out of the bathroom, and a vague voice began to urge Liu Dao: "You kid, go wash your face and brush your teeth, you have to go in a while."
Liu Dao got off the sofa, walked to the bathroom door barefoot, and asked: " Where are you going?"
"I'll take you home." The old rogue glared at him and spat out the foam in his mouth.
There were brand new toothbrushes and quilts on the vanity in the bathroom. Liu Dao slowly squeezed the toothpaste, sniffed, and said with deep gratitude, "Brother Min, you are so kind to me."
Better than my mother Much better for me.
Better than my grandfather treated me.
But then again, if my grandfather is like you and can carry a few thousand dollars in his pocket, he must treat me no worse than you.
It's a pity that Liu Dao's grandfather died a few years ago. He thought of this, his expression darkened, and he stuffed the toothbrush into his mouth.
Liu Dao sat in the car, looking at the unfamiliar scenery outside the window, and whispered to discuss: "Brother Min, I don't want to go home." The
old hooligan wanted to smoke him while smoking. If he wasn't busy on his way, he would He slapped him on the head: "Don't go home? What's wrong with you still wanting to travel around the world?"
"Anyway, I just don't want to go home." Liu Dao repeated in a low voice.
The old hooligan just thought he was playing with his temper, so he stepped on the accelerator and opened it violently. Liu Dao only felt that he was about to float up. Xia Feng passed through the car window and slapped him on the cheek. His big T-shirt was bulging. Balloon-like belly illusion, arms folded over his chest.
"Slow down." He shouted at the old hooligan, but they ignored him at all.
He clasped his arms tightly, feeling still unsafe, and hurriedly rolled up the car window.
Still not feeling safe enough, he stooped to grab the old rogue's steering wheel. The car swayed a few times, and the old rogue's face began to twist.
Fortunately, there were not many cars on the small road in the village, and the old hooligan braked in time, and the car was crooked on the edge of the ditch beside the road. Liu Dao was gasping for breath, and as soon as the car stopped, the old hooligan grabbed him by the collar, and his slender black neck swayed twice.
He closed his eyes tightly and made an expression of waiting to be beaten: "You beat me, you forced me, rather than being scared to death by you, it is better to be beaten to death by you.
" Stiff, he gritted his teeth and looked unwilling, and nodded, why did he get into trouble with this little hooligan again?
Liu Dao waited for a long time, he was already mentally prepared to be beaten, but the slap didn't come down for a long time, and he didn't dare to open his eyes easily, so he had to continue as it was.
The old hooligan said to him, "Open your eyes to Lao Tzu."
Liu Dao thought to himself, I don't.
"Open it for Lao Tzu."
I don't.
He felt that he would be beaten the moment he opened his eyes, and he didn't fall for it.
The old hooligan loosened his grip on Liu Dao's collar and took out the crumpled cigarette case from his trouser pocket. There was the last cigarette left in it, and he threw the case out the window.
He lit the cigarette, took a breath, and exhaled: "I admit that I have no patience for children."
Especially Liu Dao, he is the one who wants to smoke.
Liu Dao straightened the collar of his clothes, disapprovingly: "You adults are like this."
"Hmph," the old hooligan tapped his black hat this time, "You children are not like you."
"I know," Liu said . Dao learned his tone, "Your son is definitely not like me."
"That's not right," the old hooligan squinted at the smoke-filled distance, "much better than you."
Liu Dao muttered in a low voice, "You have to boast about your own seed?
" "Damn boy" The old hooligan didn't hear clearly, but he always felt that it was not a good thing, so he asked, "What did you say?"
"It's nothing." Liu Dao pointed to the front, "You can drive. Promise me." The
old hooligan restarted the car, he smiled to himself, and said, "I know, you've been hanging out with me for the past few days, and your family still doesn't know. Are you afraid of being beaten?"
Liu The knife did not speak.
The old hooligan regarded him as acquiescence, and continued: "What a big deal, I will send you back in a while, and I will say that you are lost, I found it, and when I say this, your mother has designated you not to scold you, Not only does she not scold you, she also wants to keep me for dinner." Liu
Dao pursed his mouth and whispered, "You want to be beautiful."
, has come to a fork in the road.
Today is the day of the town's five-day round of fairs, and now it's morning again, and it finally has a bustling look. The Sancha Road will be full of people selling meat, vegetables, snacks and fruits. Most of the young people in the town work hard in southern cities, so most of the people visiting the market are the elderly.
The old hooligan drove slowly. He looked at an old man in front of him who was staggering on crutches and honked his horn. The old man probably had poor hearing, and he was still crossing the road on his own.
The old hooligan simply stopped the car, and asked Liu Dao by the way: "Which way is your house?"
Liu Dao pointed to the left: "My house has to go this way, it usually takes me half an hour to walk, if you drive I don't know."
Immediately, he added: "Anyway, along this road, the first house that appears is my house."
"Yes." The old rogue stepped on the accelerator.
In just a few minutes' drive, the mud road was backed by the mountains on one side and close to the fields on the other.
Should he protect the bad boy who runs Internet cafes every day throughout the summer? Do you want to have a long talk with his family about how to rectify this little brat? If his mother, grandpa, and grandma came out to beat him, should he protect this little calf?
Thinking of this, he laughed involuntarily.
Liu Dao was terrified by his smile.
The old hooligan remembered the words of the little hooligan, put away his rather gloating smile, and stared at both sides of the road attentively, for fear of staring wrongly and giving this kid a good laugh.
The first house he saw was naturally the two small wooden houses, low and low. He hesitated for a while, then stopped the car.
"You live here?" he asked. This kid won't make fun of him, will he?
"Yes." Liu Dao nodded and was about to get out of the car.
Is this where the fuck people live? The old hooligan really didn't think about it, it's already 2007, how come there are still people living in such a shabby house? Why do you have to live in a small brick house?
Liu Dao jumped out of the car, and there were many broken tiles scattered on the small soil in front of the house, probably pulled down by the cat.
He stood fixedly on the ground, and the old hooligan followed him out of the car, stood beside him and asked him, "Aren't you going to ask me to come in and sit?"
Liu Dao wrinkled his nose and wiped his face, with a serious expression like an adult: "Brother Min, farewell, let me tell you the truth, there is no one in my family."
Naturally, Min Liangping couldn't guess what happened to Liu Dao's house. What happened, but he probably understood that this broken scripture book in Liu Dao's family was probably lost.
"When I was born, there were only my grandfather and my mother in my family," Liu Dao said. "My grandfather has been dead for a few years, and my mother..." He paused, sniffed again, and wiped his face again. "My mother also passed away last month." The
old hooligan understood. The little hooligan became a child no different from an orphan a month ago.
As if holding a bit of luck, Min Liangping asked, "There must be relatives in your family, right?"
"No."
His family has been singled out for several generations, and there are no distant relatives, let alone branch relatives. Besides, even if there are distant relatives, why do they care about a few relatives?
He wasn't fucking dead, he just ran away.
Liu Dao said, "Brother Min, you want me to follow you, okay?"
When he said this, he didn't remember that he wanted to join the gang and become a hooligan, nor did he remember that he was worried about his old age two days ago. A hooligan is a sex or human trafficker thing.
When he said this, he was just a child. He met an adult without any relatives. After getting along with him, he felt that the adult could be relied on for a while. He felt that this adult might accept him out of sympathy. Be a little helper who usually runs errands or something.
He felt that this was better than being alone.
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