Chapter 13: Living together
live together
After Liu Dao said this, he entered the room. He didn't think that the old hooligan would agree to let him follow him.
He first stood in the door and said to the old rogue: "Don't come in, this is my house, I don't welcome you."
"Hey." The old rogue was so angry that he gave him a shudder. But to be honest, he started very lightly.
He pretended to be very angry, and his anger was on his face: "I'm kind enough to bring you back, so you treat me like this? You can!"
Liu Dao added: "But I said I didn't want to go home."
He waved his hand and asked the old hooligan to stand further away.
The old hooligan wanted to take two steps forward. As soon as Liu Dao's self-esteem was frustrated, he quickly locked the door, regardless of what the people outside the door wanted.
He ran into the gloomy inner room, and under the bed he scraped out a pile of black mud with his hands, and took out a jar from it. He took the money out of the jar, licked his muddy thumb, and counted it.
One thousand dollars.
He has been frugal for so many days, and still spent the two hundred yuan he received from the bald Li, but he has not touched the thousand yuan left by Liu Hongyue these days. .
He put them in his pocket and dragged out the only old suitcase in the only closet in the house. The suitcase was empty. box, do not fold it.
He carried the suitcase with one hand, pressed the brim of his hat with the other, and then with some difficulty he opened the latch.
The old hooligan looked at Liu Dao with some difficulty, and then lowered his head to catch a glimpse of the lipstick and white checkered suitcase in his hand. What era is this suitcase from? He remembered that when he got married, the family bought him a similar style, which was popular at that time.
It seemed that everything was in order, Liu Dao patted the box and said, "Let's go, Brother Min." He walked outside the house.
"What are you doing?" The old hooligan grabbed Liu Dao's collar, "bring me back, you kid."
"Don't grab my clothes." Liu Dao angrily threw the suitcase on the ground and slapped the old hooligan on the strong arm.
The old hooligan was beaten and hurt, so he couldn't hold back his hand.
You are still wearing my clothes. He originally wanted to say this, but he really couldn't understand this little rascal. He was afraid that when he got angry, he took off his clothes and threw it on the ground...
So what, this place is too dirty, isn't it? So he spoke to his lips and held back.
Liu Dao had a dark face and didn't say a word.
The old hooligan walked around him, picked up the suitcase, and snickered with a pursed mouth.
When he turned around again, he patted Liu Dao's thin back seriously: "Let's go, you will be with Laozi in the future."
If you are more obedient, I will treat you as my son. If you make me angry, I'll take you as my grandson.
Thinking so happily in his heart, he threw the suitcase in his hand into the back of the pickup, opened the door for the hooligan, and shouted, "Get in the car."
After Liu Dao moved out of the house, he After successfully squeezed into the small brick house of the old hooligan, the house itself is not big, and now it is even more crowded.
Originally, there was no pot fire prepared at home. Now that I have a child, I can no longer act like a person. The old hooligan had no choice but to waste some time and build a simple kitchen on the open space beside the small brick house.
This is a kitchen and a bedroom, plus a very spacious abandoned chicken farm at the back of the house. Except for the small and poor, the basic equipment of the home is complete.
After watching the kitchen built by the old hooligan, Liu Dao was also very satisfied. Now he doesn't have to set up a small stove to cook noodles every day. He is confident that he can cook as much food as he can swallow. It's fucking better than noodles. .
In the next few days, the old hooligan first moved the books and papers from Liu Dao's dilapidated wooden house, and then moved in a half-new wardrobe and desk one after another. I don't know where he got it from. of.
Whether it was for him or not, Liu Dao was a little moved, standing behind the old hooligan who was busy cleaning the desk: "Brother Min, why are you moving these furniture?"
"Of course it is used."
"Oh." The
two of them had a ride . After a while, the old hooligan finally got annoyed by the question and kicked him: "You're fucking endless, come and work for Lao Tzu when you're done."
"Hey." Liu Dao responded and wiped the cabinet.
Liu Dao had the idea of "I have already transferred" in his heart, it was after half a month.
These days, in addition to cooking for the old hooligan and himself, he occasionally stays up for a night or two to help the old hooligan visit the Internet cafe when he is away.
During this period, he has successfully learned how to fight minesweeper and spider solitaire. When watching Internet cafes, he not only has money, but also has a lot of fun, killing two birds with one stone.
Several days later, that night, the old hooligan took out 200 yuan from his pocket and said, "Take it, this is your salary from the Internet cafe."
Liu Dao was stunned for a while, then waved his hand and refused to accept the money. , his head was buzzing: "I don't want it."
He was afraid that the old hooligan would ask him to pack up and leave.
The old hooligan hit him on the brim of his hat: "Look at what you're doing. How about your usual ability? This is for you to help me watch the Internet cafe."
After he finished speaking, he didn't know where he got some thin books The book was thrown straight into Liu Dao's arms.
Liu Dao was still stuffing money into his trousers pocket. When he saw that there were still books, he hurried to pick them up, in a hurry.
The money he put away cherished and patted his trouser pocket, and then glanced at the names of the books.
Depend on.
Happy summer vacation, language. Happy summer vacation, math. Happy summer vacation, English. Happy summer vacation...
The happiness of five books is five times the ignorance.
"This is...?" Liu Dao was at a loss for a moment. Is this for him to light a fire?
Luxurious enough! As expected of Ming brother.
The old hooligan took out a chewing gum and poked Liu Dao's arm. Liu Dao took the chewing gum suspiciously, tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed it into his mouth.
The old hooligan told him: "This is your summer homework. You have to go to school for me when school starts. Don't think about eating here and waiting to die."
"But I have no money." Liu Dao chewed the chewing gum in his mouth. , the speech is vague, but the heart has begun to float.
"No money? No money to earn with me!" The old hooligan smirked twice, "Press your arms and legs for me every day, and at night you can blow a fan for me."
Liu Dao didn't seem to hear it . The old hooligan's ridicule, he tilted his head and thought for a while, suddenly realized, and jumped with anger: "Old hooligan, you punish me, today is August 16th, how many days are left until I leave school? You give it to me. This pile of homework?" The
old hooligan burst out laughing, he laughed and walked out of the house, seeing Liu Dao still following him, he waved his hand: "Go back, go back, don't give it away."
"I'm not the motherfucker. I want to send you off." Liu Dao hated his teeth so much that he wished he could take advantage of the darkness to push him down the river to relieve his anger when he was crossing the bridge.
The old hooligan ignored Liu Dao's full of grievances, still smiled like that, and shouted at him: "Come on, I don't need you in the Internet cafe today, write your homework."
Liu Dao finally accepted his fate, and he had no choice but to return to Xiaozhuan dejectedly. room, and then locked the door tightly.
As long as the old hooligan was not at home, he locked the door early and got into bed to sleep. Mainly, it was because he was cowardly, afraid of what would happen at night. But tonight is different, he has to fight at night.
Although the old hooligan didn't explain the matter of studying, he guessed in his heart that the old hooligan was preparing for him to go to school.
Sitting at the desk, Liu Dao sighed with emotion, this is the blessing that he has cultivated for several lifetimes, and let him meet such a noble person.
Hey-hey. He touched his head and smiled. The hair has grown quite a bit, is no longer so thorny, and even feels soft and delicate to the touch.
In my impression, Liu Hongyue has naturally smooth and straight black hair. When he was a child, he used to carry a small bench and sit at the door, just to be able to concentrate on the appearance of his mother washing her hair.
Later, I don't know when it started. It seems that after she carried Liu Xiao back home, she kept her hair short all the time, and her whole person was not as lively as before.
Liu Dao picked out the "difficult and miscellaneous diseases" of each homework, wrote and calculated, and turned the book or something. Perhaps it was because he had not held a pen for a long time. He felt a sore arm while writing, and stopped writing like this. Stop, when he raised his head and glanced at a white alarm clock placed on the desk, it was already eleven and thirty-two.
He yawned and was about to get up to sleep when there was a knock on the door.
His heart sank, and he felt a little nervous, and his pursed lips opened slightly: "Who is it?"
"Me," the man said.
It's an old rascal.
Liu Dao hurried to open the door, and the old hooligan entered the house. Under the white incandescent light, he was still the same as when he went out, but when Liu Dao's eyes moved downstream along his slightly tired and thin face, he saw two slender and distorted dark red "tracks" on his arms. .
The ground has been stained with that dark red.
"Fuck," he scolded, and Liu Dao raised his chin in a daze, "Go, get me a basin of water."
Liu Dao didn't react for a while, and the old hooligan pushed him and impatiently improved With a loud voice, he said, "Go."
"Ah? Oh, oh." Liu Dao was pushed, and only then did he realize that he felt like he was going to fetch water.
After Liu Dao went to draw water, he went to various drawers to look for potions, ointments, etc. He thought about Min Liangping, a gangster in a certain town, why should he prepare some ointments at home?
As expected, he managed to find a bottle of disinfectant and a small box of white ointment, but there was no gauze.
When he ran outside, the old hooligan was gritting his teeth to clean the wound.
The wound was an inch below the left collarbone, and the blood-stained wound looked dark and dark. Liu Dao squatted down in front of the old rogue, put the ointment in his arms, and reached out and snatched the towel from the old rogue: "I'll come. "
His—" The old hooligan's face became more and more distorted, "Take it easy."
"I'm sorry." Liu Dao apologized earnestly, he was too anxious when he took the towel just now, and touched the wound.
To be honest, Liu Dao is not very good at treating other people's wounds. He is clumsy when wiping. The old hooligan frowned until he threw the towel into the basin, and then frowned as he took it out from his arms and it was warm. of disinfectant and ointment.
Without a cotton swab, he put what he took out of his arms on the ground, took a clean towel again, put the disinfectant on it, and smeared it around the wound a little bit.
The old rogue frowned the whole time.
Liu Dao felt sorry for it, so he discussed it and said, "Why don't you do it yourself?" The
old hooligan said with an expression that long pain is better than short pain: "Can you finish it soon?"
"Hey, alright. "Since the old hooligan sees death like this, he has no choice but to accompany him to the end.
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