Rascal Ch. 26

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Chapter 26

The sports final exam is over, and there is still half a month before the senior high school entrance exam.

Perhaps influenced by Liao Ting's letter, Liu Dao was more certain that he liked Min Liangping.

When you like someone, you don't want to worry about the result of the jar you're holding in your hand falling. He wanted to learn how Liao Ting broke jars, and even wanted to tell the old hooligan about his strange feelings immediately.

Right now, no adulteration at all.

However, he is really doing so much work now that it is like an inexhaustible weed, and the waves are luxuriant, and it is not easy to wield a knife.

The kind of thoughts that wavered in his heart from time to time have not recurred much recently.

Min Liangping has always been deliberately or unintentionally lying about his words recently.

Sometimes he would get up very early, cook some rice noodles, mix them with minced meat and chili oil, lift Liu Dao's quilt and ask him to get up to eat and go to school.

He said, "How can you get enough breakfast at school? I think you have managed to grow a little bit lately. If you can't keep up with your nutrition and look like a winter melon, you won't be able to get a wife in the future."

Liu Dao muttered: "You're tall and you haven't seen your wife keep your wife."

Min Liangping didn't have the same knowledge as him, kicked his shoes, and tested him: "Liu Dao, do you want your mother?

" After choking for a moment, he recovered immediately, and deliberately raised a bar with him: "What did you say?"

Min Liangping leaned closer to his ear and asked again.

Damn, it sucks.

This is damn bad, Liu Dao actually began to enjoy this closeness, and deliberately pretended to be deaf again, subconsciously longing for him to be closer to himself.

But the old hooligan wanted to tug at his ear, and scolded him: "You kid won't hit the roof for three days, right? Do you hear it now? Do you hear it?

" Yes, I heard."

The two of them finally calmed down, and Liu Dao didn't forget to stomp on his shoes to relieve his anger.

He drank a gulp of soup before answering the question: "My mother doesn't like me."

"How do you know your mother doesn't like you." Min Liangping lit a cigarette and asked him.

The child's thinking is often one-sided, single, and sharp: "Because she doesn't want me anymore."

Thinking of his tragic situation, he couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

Min Liangping held the butt of his cigarette and asked him, "What would you do if your mother appeared in front of you now?"

"What should I do?" Liu Dao first thought about this problem from the surface, and then from a deeper level, he raised his head and stared at it. Min Liangping's eyes were a little cold, "What do you mean?"

"Look at you fucking bear." Min Liangping made the usual rude behavior, stretched out his hand and pressed a fist on his head, Liu Dao slammed it. Bowing his head, the head quickly lifted up, still the same look he had just now.

"It's not the first day that I am teasing you." Min Liangping threw the cigarette butt into the soup bowl, "Okay, I don't want to talk to you like this."

Liu Dao always felt that the old rascal was hiding something . himself, but he has no evidence.

When I came home from school in the evening, the old hooligan mentioned his mother again. Liu Dao didn't think about it much, but he simply didn't want to mention his mother.

The school issued a volunteer form, and Liu Dao hadn't decided whether to go to school or not.

He took the watch home, and the teacher said it would be handed in tomorrow. In fact, this time it is also for Bald Li's reference, and he will also give some opinions based on his own ideas.

Liu Dao took the volunteer form rolled into a cylinder out of his schoolbag and said, "Can I go to high school?" The

old hooligan remembered that he scored 18.5 in the monthly English test, and laughed at him: "You must not be able to take the test. Come on, you only got 18 marks in your English test."

Liu Dao lowered his head and kept pulling the cap of the black fountain pen off, and said, "I'm okay with other subjects."

He said cheekily, "You will let me continue . Are you going to school?"

"Of course." The old hooligan stretched out his hand and motioned Liu Dao to show him the volunteer form.

Liu Dao did as he did, and continued: "Brother Min, when I get rich in the future, I will never forget you.

" Fuck me."

Liu Dao said he wouldn't.

Min Liangping suddenly said, "I think you can go to the No. 8 middle school. The school is not bad. You can even go to university if you study hard."

As he said this, he had already made a major decision in his heart. Discuss with her immediately.

Unfortunately, things are unpredictable. Liu Hongyue called later to say that her daughter had pneumonia. Min Liangping had spent all the money he had called, so he had to call again.

Money or not is not the point, the main thing is that, in all likelihood, Liu Dao's high school entrance examination will be delayed.

Liu Dao didn't know anything about being a black householder.

After a long weekend, Min Liangping asked him to do his homework well in order to get into a good high school.

Liu Dao said, "Bald Li said I took the No. 8 exam."

"What did you say?" Min Liangping thought he had heard it wrong.

"He said that I could be admitted to the No. 8 High School." Liu Dao laughed while flipping through the book while repeating.

"No, what did you call your head teacher?" Min Liangping approached, grabbed a book and knocked on Liu Dao's head.

Liu Dao smiled.

"You don't need to give me a fucking nickname for Lao Tzu, and you also call your head teacher a nickname."

Liu Dao said, the whole class called him that.

Min Liangping sat down beside him: "Your class teacher is not bad."

"It's okay." Liu Dao agreed.

The two chatted for a while, and Liu Dao said in a weird way, "Brother Min, why don't you find someone? Do you still like your wife?"

He thought for a while, then changed his mind and said, "Your ex-wife."

"You are really gossipy today." Min Liangping smoked again, he spit out a complete circle of smoke, and at the end of the smoke was Liu Dao's profile, "To be honest, I have someone I like."

Liu Dao felt cold . After a while, he still pretended to be calm: "Really or not? I don't believe it."

"You still ask if you don't believe it." The old hooligan's jawbone in the smoke was clearly visible.

Liu Dao followed the lines of his face all the way to the neck, and swallowed his saliva, as if he was soaked in sourness.

Now the weather is getting hotter day by day, and they can't sleep at night, so they order a plate of mosquito coils and sit under the eaves of the door to enjoy the shade.

The evening breeze is breezy, very comfortable.

Liu Dao leaned on the bench, holding a fan of the same style as Jigong, which was used in their small kitchen to fan the fire.

Min Liangping is smoking again.

Liu Dao felt that he was very addicted to smoking recently. If he continued smoking like this, it would be a matter of time before he would get lung cancer.

In the silence, Liu Dao blew a whistle, the dog on the other side of the river barked twice, and went down the river, the bell collar around his neck jingled.

Min Liangping suddenly patted his arm: "Don't blow it, it's a big night, don't you know that this thing attracts ghosts?"

Liu Dao said, "I'm not afraid of that thing."

Min Liangping said, "I'll tell you about it. What a ghost story."

Liu Dao covered his ears when he said he wouldn't listen.

"You fucking coward, aren't you afraid?" Min Liangping just put out the cigarette, and immediately lit another one.

Liu Dao glanced at him sideways, snatched the cigarette from his mouth, put it in his own mouth, and stretched out another hand: "Lighter, lighter."

Min Liangping leaned over to light it for him.

Liu Dao took a slow breath this time, the smoke was in his mouth, and he spit it out from his mouth before he learned how to swallow it into his lungs.

He cursed in a low voice: "It's really hard to smoke."

"Why do you like to smoke this?" Liu Dao tried to smoke again.

"A man." Min Liangping said lightly, and took out the cigarette case from his trousers pocket. Liu Dao's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. He stood up and squatted in front of him, pressing one hand on the back of Min Liangping's trousers pocket. , actually feel nothing.

Liu Dao has never been so bold.

Min Liangping looked down at the young man in the dark, his throat was surging, his voice was unusually low: "What are you doing?"

"Nothing." Liu Dao was not sure how to place his gaze at this moment. Staring at the man's undulating chest, "It's not good to smoke."

Min Liangping said with a smile, "If you know it's not good, you still learn."

"I didn't learn."

Liu Dao stood up, half hunched his back, and took another puff of cigarette , and kissed the man's lips precisely against the stubble.

He didn't understand kissing, why the man didn't push him away immediately, or the smoke leaking between the two of them.

But he liked the feeling, everything under the night, and the man he leaned against.

He didn't push him away, he thanked him for not pushing him away.

He only felt that the smoke was intoxicating, he still maintained an awkward standing position, his lips slowly moved to his ear.

He said, "Brother Min, it's not good for your health if you smoke less."

He suppressed what he liked.

At this time, he was not able to figure out the current situation very well, and what his trembling body conveyed was unwilling, humble, fearful, and difficult to control, all of which were taken up.

Min Liangping, holding on to the last sanity of an adult, pushed Liu Dao away from his body, and Liu Dao fell to the ground.

There was a scolding sound mixed with multiple meanings above his head.

"Fuck you—"

Min Liangping squatted beside Liu Dao, gritted his teeth, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "You fucking do it."

Liu Dao looked at the man absentmindedly, he stood up, the tall figure did not hesitate, walked away from Liu Dao and left the house.

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