Chapter 23
Chapter 23
"Hello." The call was finally answered.
Liu Dao swallowed his saliva, not thinking about what to say.
"Who are you?" The person over there was urging, the strange and cold question was Min Liangping's voice. Liu Dao
coughed twice and said, "It's me." But
the atmosphere was still cold, and Min Liangping said, "It's you, what's the matter? If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."
The soles of my feet would be sore from the cold, and my knees would be shivering.
"It's alright." He growled loudly and hung up the phone.
He just walked back so sullenly, went all the way to the edge of the fence, and went back according to the way he came.
I'm sick, I'm fucking sick.
He cursed himself as he walked.
New Year's Eve, what kind of hot face sticks to the cold ass.
On the first day of school, the cold wind swishes the spring.
Almost all the people waiting to sign up had left, and the bald Li was standing in the office, looking melancholy at the pile of all-colored red beverages under the table.
Although he repeatedly told the students during the winter vacation that they must tell their parents not to come to pay New Year's greetings at the beginning of the school year, there were still a lot of gifts, and several high-end cigarettes were received.
These reselling can also get a lot of money, but he always feels that it is not good.
The head teacher next door came over and patted him on the shoulder: "Lao Li, do you eat these things?" The
bald Li shook his head and sighed: "There are only two people in my family, and my wife and I don't have a good stomach. We have no luck. "
Then you can sell it with me."
Bald Li knew early on that he would say so, and nodded in agreement.
When Liu Dao went to sign up, it was almost noon, and he didn't bring anything.
All the people in the office of the language group were gone. On the first day of school, meals were served in the evening. The bald Li Zheng got up to go home for dinner.
As soon as he got up, he saw Liu Dao standing alone at the door.
"Liu Dao?" The bald man called out to him in surprise.
Liu Dao hid his hands in his trouser pockets. In order to show respect, he reluctantly pulled out his hands and pulled out a smile.
"Mr. Li."
"Why are you here?" The bald Li called him in, sat down again, took out the registration booklet, unscrewed the cap of the threaded pen, and wrote Liu Dao's name stroke by stroke.
Liu Dao looked at his name on the booklet, strong and powerful.
He said calmly, "Mr. Li, I didn't bring tuition fees."
Bald Li didn't lift his head: "It's fine, I can pay it tomorrow."
Bald Li continued to write about tuition fees and said, "By the way, Why didn't your mother come to see me during the winter vacation?"
Liu Dao said nothing.
"You kid, have you forgotten your sex? I should have gone to your house in person." He smiled, and after writing the last word, tightened the cap of the pen.
He was busy tutoring his son in high school during the winter vacation, and he almost forgot about it.
He asked again: "By the way, where's your mother? Why didn't he come with you?"
"My mother," Liu Dao paused, "isn't it all the time, it snows, and my mother doesn't come back."
"Then you Where's my uncle?"
Liu Dao thought to himself, how do I know where they are!
Bald Li said: "When your uncle is free, let him come to school, remember! Don't forget it again."
Bald Li stood up and patted Liu Dao on the shoulder: "Remember to come to pick up the new book in the afternoon, today If you don’t want to come, please take a leave of absence, remember to write the leave slip, last semester our class lacked two leave slips, and my salary was deducted.”
Liu Dao nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to have lunch now, and you're going to have something to eat too?"
"Okay." After Liu Dao finished speaking, he got down from the teacher's office building and walked straight out of the school gate.
A new book was released in the afternoon. Liu Dao wrote the name of his class on the title page of his book, and he listened to the bald Li talk about a lot of things. When school was over, he stuffed the new book into his schoolbag and planned to take it home. write.
All new courses have been completed in the last semester of the third year of junior high school. The teacher began to instruct the students in the second and second semester of the junior high school to pre-order the old books of the third and second volumes of the junior high school sisters as early as possible.
Those who don't have a reservation are not in a hurry. Every year in the graduation season, after the graduation examination of the third year of junior high school, the school does not release people until the next day. There are a lot of waste collectors piled up at the gate of the school, and the old books of the third grade are piled up in front of the waste booth.
Some people asked for waste paper money and left, while others simply found it troublesome and slapped their ass away after throwing away the book.
The juniors and juniors just started school that day, and they swarmed up and squatted in front of the junk booth to look around. On the one hand, the bosses have always picked up the bargain, and on the other hand, this kind of thing happens every year, so they are not annoyed that there are children who come to turn over a few books.
However, Liu Dao stopped going to school a long time ago. Liao Ting gave his old books to him. She said that several of her cousins had graduated, and their grades were not very good. Now people are studying in vocational schools, and there are old books at home, so they will send them to him. .
So it would be useless to publish a new book, so Liu Dao simply packed it up and went home.
He didn't want to go to self-study in the evening. Basically, all the teachers in the school went to hold regular meetings that day, and no one cared. In class, it was also self-study to feed mosquitoes. He wrote a leave of absence and stayed at home.
The day Min Liangping came back, it happened to be the Lantern Festival. The school did not have a holiday and went to school as usual.
He went to the head teacher Liu Dao first. He still remembered the bald teacher who always looked kind.
When the two met, there was no one in the office. He took out his wallet and said a nonsense: "Teacher, does our family Liu Dao still owe tuition fees?
" , but did not say it directly, but pretended to open the booklet of the bookkeeping, "Let me see!"
After reading for a long time, he reported the number.
Min Liangping gave the money, took back the change and put it away. When he looked up, he bumped into the bald Li, who seemed to be hesitant to say anything.
"Teacher, what's wrong?" Min Liangping smiled inexplicably.
"Oh," Bald Li went straight to the point, "That's right, Liu Dao doesn't have an ID card yet, you must know that?"
I, I really don't know.
Min Liangping was a little puzzled, and Bald Li was also fascinated: "What? You don't know, right?"
Min Liangping looked at Bald Li's strange expression, and explained, "Fuck you didn't tell our relatives." Then he suddenly asked : "Then my nephew has always been a black family?" The
bald Li then dispelled his doubts and nodded solemnly: "That's right."
"When he entered school, his mother said that he had not had time to go through the formalities. He is a super born, I know that. , but it doesn’t mean that you can’t re-apply for household registration. National laws stipulate that children of black households can study in a local school where their parents are ancestral, but you must be clear that black households do not have school status. Society is also difficult." After the
bald Li finished speaking, he added: "Let me put it this way, if he doesn't have a hukou, he won't even be able to take the junior high school graduation exam."
Min Liangping gasped, and suddenly became a headache.
He hurriedly said goodbye to Bald Lee, saying only that he would take care of it.
Min Liangping ran to the Internet cafe. I borrowed a little brother's phone and called Lao Tang first: "Hello, Lao Tang." He never called him Lao Tang in private, and only acted like that in front of Liu Dao.
The voice on the other end of the phone was very cautious: "Didn't I say, don't contact me recently?"
"Yes, yes," Min Liangping stood outside the door, "Didn't I borrow the phone to call you!"
"What's the matter, tell me quickly." Lao Tang urged.
Min Liangping didn't give a shit anymore: "That's right, I want to consult, how can a fifteen-year-old black household get a household registration?"
There was silence for a moment: "Is that the kid from your family last time?"
"Yes."
Lao Tang wondered in his heart, what the hell is this guy surnamed Min doing? Didn't he say that the child was just his little follower?
He sighed and asked, "Is there a birth certificate?"
Min Liangping said he didn't know, but he hadn't inquired.
"You are like this, if you don't have his birth certificate, you should first ask his parents for a paternity test, and then bring the documents to the Family Planning Bureau to pay the fee. I can't say this amount, you can measure it yourself, and prepare tens of thousands of dollars first, remember. Find someone to issue a receipt to prove it, and then bring the documents to the police station."
Min Liangping waited for Lao Tang to continue speaking, but the other party didn't speak anymore.
"It's over?"
"It's over." Lao Tang said firmly.
"No, why did I hear it so confusingly?" Min Liangping started to make jokes that were confusing to him again.
Lao Tang also felt that he was too annoying, and warned him: "Okay, I'll hang up right away. It's an emergency, you guys better stop contacting me. When our business is done, there's no shortage of time to meet."
Min Liangping said good, and after reminding Lao Tang not to make this call again, he pressed the hang up button.
He deleted the call records on his mobile phone, and then returned the phone to the owner, ready to return to his long-lost zero-hour home.
At night, he estimated that Liu Dao was going home after school, so he stood at the door waiting for him.
The dim light in the room was cast on the passageway under the eaves. He lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took two sips. When he was breathing in the mist, he saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure on the winding road ahead.
He was living with a strange boy in a daze, but he didn't even know he was a fucking gangster. Min Liangping thought again that he was busy these days and didn't care about Liu Dao at all, and his heart became complicated.
He threw the cigarette butt fiercely and stepped on it with one foot. Liu Dao was walking past him, and he didn't say hello.
Min Liangping knew that he was angry with himself, and he himself felt that he was not doing well enough. He shouldn't make a promise casually and break it twice.
But he said that he would spend the New Year with Liu Dao, and this sentence was sincere. He wants to spend a year with this kid.
But reality will not change its orbit for you in order to fulfill you.
Neither did he.
He had to find a topic casually: "What, have you eaten yet?"
Liu Dao got angry and replied coldly, "I ate it at school."
"Is there any pocket money?"
"I don't spend it."
"Then study is tiring . Are you?"
"Not tired."
...Fuck!
Min Liangping would rather he put on a fierce look, and then said to himself, it's none of your business.
He felt that these four words were a hundred times stronger than the fucking far-fetched answer.
He was worried about how to talk to Liu Dao, but Liu Dao took the initiative to speak.
He first put his schoolbag on the chair, took out a few books, walked to the desk dedicated to his homework and sat down, spread out the draft, and wrote and painted randomly.
There was still resentment in his tone: "Min Liangping, what have you been doing these days?"
Min Liangping's words were choked in his throat, he got himself a glass of warm water, raised his eyebrows and glanced at him while drinking: "I didn't mean it that day. I'll talk to you a few more times."
He was completely answering the question.
Liu Dao squeezed the pen tightly, filled out the multiple-choice questions on the English test paper, and quickly solved the English homework he owed.
"It's me that's wrong, I shouldn't have anything to do to disturb your rare leisure time as an adult."
This was said in a strange way, but he didn't think so in his heart.
Min Liangping was rarely annoyed, but instead smiled silently because he was relieved.
Thank goodness, this kid Liu Dao really had no plans, and the topic was easily diverted.
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