Chapter 15: No Title
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When he came out of the small restaurant, the sultry air tightly wrapped Liu Dao, and the old hooligan shouted that he was going to buy popsicles and asked Liu Dao what flavor he wanted to eat.
Liu Dao didn't like to eat that kind of ice and sweet and greasy food, and said, "Bring me a bottle of ice water!"
Then, the old hooligan readily took out ten dollars, took Liu Dao's hand, and took the money He patted his palm: "Go, bring me a bottle of ice water too."
Damn! Why?
But he still ran to buy water. He dug out two bottles of Wahaha from the freezer and put them on the narrow glass counter. When the boss found eight dollars for him, he ran back to the old rascal.
It's really not a choice for a follower to do his job.
The old hooligan took the water, unscrewed the cap, and clucked, half a bottle of mineral water was gone.
"It's so fucking hot." He held Liu Dao's shoulder in one hand, and the two walked straight along the road. He kept thinking about the matter of swimming with Liu Dao, so he said, "Go, take a shower."
Liu Dao just took a sip and was pushed hard by his hand on his shoulder, choking.
"Are you in a hurry to get reincarnated?" He tightened the bottle cap angrily and followed the old hooligan.
Although it is early autumn, the weather in the south, the hot tail drags on the long, always slowly cools down.
Liu Dao is also interested in soaking in cold water. When he was in school, the bald Li Xia stressed the most, that he should never take a bath in the river, and even offered a reward to report it at his own expense, but the boys were very congenial and always liked to sneak out, go to the river in groups to take a bath and swim. , I am so happy, where would I betray my friends for that little reward, everyone is a grasshopper on a rope.
However, Liu Dao has never had a good friend to play with, plus he doesn't know water, so he didn't dare to soak in the river at all. The last time the old hooligan dragged him into the river, he still had lingering fears, but after a long time, the feeling of being slowly frivolous on the water began to encourage him to try again.
After he hesitated all the way, he was already at the riverside, the old hooligan began to undress, Liu Dao was holding a water bottle in his hand, and caught a glimpse of his stomach, abdominal muscles?
Damn, he didn't look at it carefully last time, the old rogue's figure is not bad at all, it's exactly what he ideally looks like, he licked his lips and noticed that the old rogue's eyes were erratic, Liu Dao involuntarily unscrewed the bottle cap and poured it hard. A sip of water.
"Drink, drink, you've been drinking water all the way." The old hooligan took off his pants while talking about his dissatisfaction with Liu Dao, "Has your water changed? Would you like to come down for a drink?" He pointed Refers to the deep river.
"It's none of your business." Liu Dao would be absent-minded, and he saw the old hooligan again, wearing boxer shorts, in normal state, quite, quite big. In contrast, he didn't even want to take off his clothes and pants. He felt that the old hooligan who likes to nag so much would definitely grab a place where he was not as good as him.
Liu Dao wiped the corners of his wet mouth: "I don't learn to swim anymore, our teacher said that I can't go into the river."
"Are you a coward?" The old hooligan laughed at him, "The school rules say that as long as there are parents watching It's done."
Liu Dao rolled his eyes: "What kind of school rules do you have."
He was determined not to take off his sweaty, smelly clothes: "Besides, you are not my parent."
"Hey," this The old hooligan was irritated at once, and he put his arms on the shore, and Terry jumped to the shore from the water, and ran over to grab Liu Dao's ears.
Liu Dao screamed: "It hurts, old rascal, besides
relying on yourself to be older than me, what else would you do other than violent me every day?" His teeth are itchy, this motherfucker is not an ordinary stubborn, he sent his hands, put his hands on his waist, and suppressed his anger, "Give you a chance, tell me, how did I treat you?"
"No, not very much. ," Liu Dao looked at the old
hooligan with wide eyes, surrendered to the physical gap, "It's okay." , "Don't you like drinking water? Come down and pick it up yourself."
Liu Dao glanced at the water bottle on the river. It was lying on the riverbed in a floating posture, with a circle of ripples around it.
Liu Dao rolled his eyes, looked reluctantly, and said in a low voice with a bit of grief, but he was very aware of current affairs: "You, you are so good to me, would you be reluctant to buy me another bottle of water?"
Damn, this bastard , how can you flatter people like this? It just hit his heart.
The old hooligan was very happy, and rudely rubbed Liu Dao's hair, expressing his love for him.
"Of course I'm willing," and then continued to return to the topic: "But you still have to give Lao Tzu water."
As soon as he finished saying this, Liu Dao was like the last time... No, last time he was pulling on his ankle, This time, it was more simple and rude. Liu Dao was thrown into the water with his clothes on.
The splashing water splashed high, he struggled a few times in the water, and finally got his head out, his eyes closed tightly, he quickly rubbed the wet clothes on his eyelids, he was a rookie in swimming, he didn't know anything else Is the little rookie the same as him? What he pays the most attention to and is most afraid of is water in his eyes, followed by his nose and ears.
"Look at your virtue." The old hooligan stood talking without back pain. He approached Liu Dao three times, wiped his face with both hands, and commanded, "Open."
Liu Dao slowly opened his eyelids, and the other side was red. The yellow and white Lycoris flowers were misty in his eyes, and it took a long time for them to become clear.
This will leave the last ray of sunset on the water, dyeing its ripples reluctantly, and coating it with a layer of tranquility.
The old hooligan asked, "Where did I teach you last time?"
"Where do I remember?" Liu Dao pouted.
The buoyancy makes Liu Dao flutter all over, and it is very cool, it can't be more comfortable. He made up his own mind and tried to lunge forward, but since he was a rookie, he lost his sense of balance and fell underwater with his face down.
The old hooligan was thinking about how to teach Liu Dao, so that he could understand it more quickly, so that he could quickly enter into practice, but he didn't know that this kid actually plunged himself into the water.
Could it be that he secretly practiced holding his breath underwater while he was sleeping during the day? And then fortunately dazzled in front of him.
Liu Dao has been fluttering under the water for a while, and the old hooligan realized that something seemed wrong, so he quickly got into the water and fished him up.
Liu Dao was lying on the shore, his whole body was twitching, as if he had committed epilepsy, a pair of small stovepipes were stiffly bent, and he couldn't make it right. whitish.
He got cramps.
Fuck, I really want to slap him in the mouth.
But at this time, the more important thing than pumping him is to get him to the hospital quickly. But Liu Dao kept twitching, endlessly, the old hooligan held his leg and slowly stretched, pulled and pulled, the muscles on his calf were no longer so stiff, but he kept covering his stomach, and his face was still very painful. .
The old hooligan carried Liu Dao on his back, walked all the way, and went directly to the town hospital.
Fortunately, the hospital in the town was not that particular. The nurse saw him rushing in in a hurry and ran over to support Liu Dao on his back while asking him what was wrong.
Min Liangping eagerly described: "My child has a swimming cramp, so call the doctor immediately."
"Hey, okay," the nurse helped him straighten Liu Dao off his back first, hurried across the corridor, and ran to a nearby clinic , while shouting: "Dr. Jiang, Dr. Jiang."
Within a minute, Liu Dao was sent to a small ward. Min Liangping has been sitting on the yellow lacquered bench in the corridor guarding. During the period, a nurse came to remind him to pay the fee, and he ran to the small window to pay the fee.
Later, Dr. Jiang came out. He had a medium build and looked in his 40s. He took off his mask and said with a serious face, "It's all right, but the child is still a little weak. He's getting an drip, do you want to go back first?
Min Liangping Shaking his head: "No, I'll just wait here. If he wakes up, he won't see anyone..." The old rogue thought again, should I go back?
But unfortunately, the hospital came to the emergency department for a car accident at this time. I heard that it was a minor injury, but it still needed surgery. Dr. Jiang did not give the old hooligan any time to hesitate, and said without delay: "Okay, then you go in and watch, There are few people in our hospital, so there is no time for the nurse to come, we will see you later."
Min Liangping paused: "Hey, okay, thank you."
The nurse took Min Liangping into the small ward where Liu Dao was lying. , went out to help, Liu Dao would be drowsy, he half squinted his eyelids, and after seeing the old hooligan, he slowly calmed down, and his tense face was instantly relieved.
He stretched out the hand with the needle in it, climbed stiffly on the old hooligan's fingers, clenched it hard, and said in a low voice, "I'm going to sleep, Brother Min, I'm a little sleepy.
" When he was done, he slowly closed his eyelids, his arms lost strength due to the temporary dormancy of his brain, and drooped in front of the hospital bed. Min Liangping gently held his arm and sent it to the hospital bed. Because the cool liquid was transported into the blood vessels, Liu Dao's whole hand was cold. He pulled the quilt and covered his arm for him, thinking about it. Thinking, he tucked the quilt for him again.
When Liu Dao woke up, there was still a little liquid left in the big hanging bottle, but he was awakened by urine, so he couldn't care about it too much, so he called out, "Brother Min?
" He opened the curtains by the window in a daze. He heard a hoarse voice behind him, and immediately turned around: "What's wrong? What's wrong? I'm going to call the doctor." He was about to go out.
"Don't, don't, don't." Liu Dao quickly propped up half of his body and reached out to stop him: "No, I am, I think..." He paused for the word "pee", thinking that this is not very civilized , too uncivilized.
He said with a little difficulty: "I just want to go to the toilet."
"Emotions are like this." The old hooligan came over again, preparing to get out of bed with Liu Dao.
But Liu Dao suddenly remembered the afternoon swimming. He saw the old hooligan, an adult man, and he declined: "No, no, I'll go by myself." He was still afraid of being laughed at.
"Are you fucking stupid?" The old hooligan pointed to the IV bottle fixed on the small iron frame on the ground, "This is not over, can I not carry it for you?" There
is only one hospital in the whole town. There is often a shortage of all kinds of auxiliary equipment. Liu Dao can only go to the toilet with a hanging bottle. The old hooligan is naturally worried about him, worried that he will fall again. It's so outrageous.
"In case you take off your pants and can't get your hands free, and you drop someone's hospital equipment, I don't have the face to pay for you. It's time for someone to tell me that I'm a father, how can I let myself be sick? My son will go to the toilet by himself." He tore off the hanging bottle on the shelf, reaching out to help Liu Dao: "You are quicker, I will carry it for you."
Liu Dao couldn't beat him, so he had to silently compromise.
When I got to the toilet - the hospital is the kind of very rough toilet, the cement squat toilet is very smelly.
Liu Dao was still worried about his size, so he continued to laugh at him, so he slowly unbuttoned his pants. The old rascal couldn't stand the smell and kept urging him to hurry up.
Liu Dao repeatedly urged: "Don't be fooled, stand up straight, and turn your back to me." The
old hooligan only felt that this kid made me stupid with a cramp. Urging him: "Who the fuck is fooling around, you hurry up for me."
Liu Dao couldn't say the words "don't look at me", so he had to make a quick decision. I'm really naive, actually being serious about this kind of thing, running away with my head down, and the needle almost flying away.
Then, he felt the strength of the old hooligan to straighten the infusion tube connecting him and the bottle, and heard the old hooligan yelling behind him: "Did you fucking smoke you?"
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