Calm down, but I gradually figured it out.
It seems that Ni Duoduo is actually a little sister out of emotion and reason, which is actually quite normal. Considering her background, she grew up without a father and grew up in a single-parent family. Her mother also passed away a few years ago. As a young girl, she lacked family warmth and family education, and became a rebellious little girl. Girl, it's actually quite normal.
"Why are you standing there in a daze?" Aze pushed me.
I suddenly smiled, and looked back at Aze: "It's pretty good."
"What's good?"
"This little girl is very nice." My smile was very sincere, and there was no irritation in my eyes.
Aze frowned: "Aren't you crazy? This girl is obviously a little girl. We usually see such a girl in bars. What's so good? Let me tell you, even if someone tells me that she is promiscuous Drugs, I wouldn't be surprised."
I understood what Aze said, but he didn't have the nerve to put it too harshly: indeed, based on my life experience, I've seen too many of this kind of young lady.
Randomly find a disco in Nanjing, and go in at twelve o'clock at night to hang out. The place is full of people like this kind of little girls and gangsters. Those who took ecstasy and danced against the wall. Fascinated, any man can take them away with a single pull, take them wherever they want, and do whatever they want...
Although I understood the meaning of Aze's words, I just shook my head without saying a word, and turned to look at Qiao Qiao: "What do you think?"
Qiao Qiao sighed: "This little girl is quite arrogant, and she happens to be at the most rebellious stage at this age... To put it bluntly, she is not afraid of the sky and the earth, but to put it bluntly, she just doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth."
I'm still smiling, but this time there's something else in my smile...
"Qiaoqiao, Aze... Isn't it just that she is not afraid of the sky and the earth? No matter how arrogant she is, can she be as arrogant as us? No matter how courageous she is, can she be as courageous as us? No matter how outrageous she is, can she be as outrageous as us? She No matter how absurd life is, can we be as absurd as us?" I said with a gentle smile, "I just saw something familiar from her."
"What?" This question was asked by Aze and Qiaoqiao at the same time.
"My own shadow." I said lightly, then I smiled and looked at my two friends: "If I remember correctly... I was almost like this girl back then."
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No parents, no relatives, no family ties... Isn't this very similar to my life in the past few years
When I was in middle school, my parents passed away, leaving me alone in the world, and I also had such a period of muddle-headed days... Fighting, fighting, smoking, skipping classes, wandering around the streets all day long...
Back then, I also had such a period of time... At that time, I hated everything and despised everything...including myself!
And I used to use this almost degenerate way of life to numb myself...to cover myself... I also went to various chaotic places every day like a punk, wasting time with a bunch of the same punks, and every night I got I don't look like a human, I don't look like a ghost...
I've wasted all my time outside just because I'm afraid to go home!
Because I have no home! There is only one empty house in the family! No one at home is waiting for me, no one will leave a lamp for me! And no one would leave me meals in the microwave... I'd do anything to hide my inner fear, or rather... loneliness.
But I am luckier than Ni Duoduo: I also have a master who teaches me Kung Fu.
My master is an old folk boxer, an old man in his fifties who has his own small barber shop. Back then, I was sent by my parents to study in a middle school in a small town outside the city, and my master lived in that small town. No one knew that this seemingly unattractive little old man was actually a master of martial arts.
What I remember very clearly is that when I was in the second grade of middle school, my parents died in a car accident. After I rushed back to Nanjing from the county to attend the funeral, I never went back to school. When I was a teenager, I experienced the most painful experience for the first time in my life. I had no relatives, no friends... For the first month, I locked myself at home, never going out, afraid of seeing the sun like a ghost...
And after that, I started to learn to be bad. I started to hang out in some discos and other places, drinking, fighting, and met a lot of dubious friends, doing evil together with them. Only when I'm drunk, can I forget the loneliness in my heart.
My thought at the time was: whatever! Anything goes!
Anyway, even if I die, no one will worry about me!
It was during that time that I often went in and out of the police station. If it weren't for the fact that I was still young at the time, I'm afraid it would not have been so easy to get out.
I spent a full year in Nanjing on such a day... And just after a beating in a disco, I was taken into the police station again, and then sent to the detention center for ten days of detention.
That was the last time I entered the detention center. Ten days later, I came out alone, without even a bag. His hair was sticky and he smelled a little weird. It's not that I don't take a shower... It's that when I was inside, I would fight with other people in the same class every night. The person picked up the toilet and poured it on his body, and then he was covered with a quilt, and then he was punched and kicked!
And after dawn, you have to pretend nothing happened. Everything can only depend on yourself! If I dare to report it to the police, I will not only be punished more severely, but will even suffer greater retaliation in the following nights!
The reason for these beginnings was that I refused to buy cigarettes for a "boss" in the same room on the first day I just entered. (Note: In the current prisons and detention centers, credit cards are used for consumption. There are various daily necessities that can be purchased by swiping the card. In some individual places, there may even be cigarettes for sale... Of course, the price is higher than that on the outside market. Much, much more expensive!)
Ten days later, when I walked out of the detention center, I had several new wounds on my body, and I looked at the white sun in the sky, and suddenly I felt very at a loss... To be honest, at that moment, I really thought of... death.
And at that moment, at the gate of the detention center, I saw Master in his fifties standing under a plane tree with a cigarette in his hand—I knew that Master had some asthma and had quit smoking for many years.
He was wearing an old dark jacket, his body was not standing very straight, the wrinkles on his face were like dried orange peel, and there were cigarette butts under his feet. Seeing me coming out, Master threw away the cigarette butt and walked towards me slowly.
To be honest, I was completely dumbfounded and stunned.
Master just walked to my side silently, took out a thicker coat from a worn-out leather bag and put it on for me. He didn't say a word during the whole process.
I was completely dumbfounded at the time, and I just let the master put on my coat stiffly, and let the master button all the buttons one by one... Then the master stood in front of me, looked at me for a few seconds, and suddenly stretched out his hand A big mouth came over. Master's hands are very heavy. He is a martial arts practitioner, and his hands are full of calluses. He knocked me down to the ground with a single slap.
At that time, I was lying on the ground with burning pain on my face... But I don't know why, I was suddenly moved... Really! I was not angry at all, and I didn't hate Master for beating me at all.
Master just looked at me like this... The sun was very bright that day. Although it was winter, Master stood in front of me and looked down at me. His broad figure seemed to cover the sky.
Then, Master stretched out his hand and pulled me up, and only said to me in a low voice: "Boy, let's go home."
At that time, there seemed to be a floodgate in my heart, which was opened at once. I didn't get up, but knelt on the ground, hugging Master's thigh tightly, crying in a mess, wailing one voice after another, rubbing Master's pants. It was full of tears and snot.
Really, if I say the most moving sentence I have ever heard in my life... then it was that winter afternoon at the gate of the detention center, Master used his slightly hoarse voice with a northern Jiangsu accent The tone said to me: "Boy, let's go home."
It was at that moment that I felt alive and realized that I was still human! I still have a home!
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In the car, I told Qiao Qiao these past events in a light tone, Qiao Qiao's eyes were a little red, she quickly flicked away a tear from the corner of her eyes, and whispered: "And then?"
"After that day, I followed Master back to the small county town and Master's house. In the evening, Master took out plaster and applied it to the wound on my body, and cut my hair with his own hands. The next day, he went to the school to help I went through the formalities of returning to school, and I studied in the middle school in that county until I graduated from high school. In the last year, I was honest and did not commit any crimes." I took out a cigarette and lit it for myself.
"Your master is really a good man." Qiao Qiao sighed.
"Yeah." I nodded, "Without Master, I wouldn't be here long ago."
"Where is your master now? Still in that county?"
The muscles on my face trembled, sighed, and looked out the window: "Passed away, the year I graduated from high school...stomach cancer." After speaking, I threw the cigarette I had only smoked out of the car window, Then he said lightly: "When Master passed away, I personally carried his coffin onto the car of the crematorium... Before he passed away, he asked me to come back to Nanjing, let me live a good life, and stop fooling around. Then I came back, Live slowly until now."
Speaking of this, I lowered my head and thought for a while: "Actually, I've been in that kind of place for the past few years, and I've seen too many bullshit things, and some people want to drag me into the water to do some evil things, but Every time I go to bed at night, I dream of Master... In the dream, Master didn't scold me or say anything... I just dreamed of Master standing at the door of the detention center waiting for me... Then, I didn't dare to do bad things anymore. "
Qiao Qiao looked a little emotional: "Chen Yang, these things have never been told to us before."
I smiled: "Qiao Qiao, no matter how good friends are, there are always some secrets between each other... For example, you, have I ever asked why you only like women? Or Aze, have I asked Why is he so promiscuous? Or Mu, have I ever asked him why he is so boring?"
Qiao Qiao's expression was a little unnatural, then he raised his eyebrows and cursed with a smile like a cover-up: "There's so much nonsense, don't say it if you don't say it! Who cares!"
I put away my smile and said sternly: "That's why I said that the little girl is actually quite nice." I took out the photo that Jin He gave me and handed it over. Qiao Qiao took it and glanced at it quickly. Then he continued to drive, frowned and said, "A pretty clean little girl in the photo."
"Yes." I smiled calmly: "She should be a very good little girl, but her experience may be similar to mine, but there is no one around her who can pull her out of that muddled environment."
Qiao Qiao closed his mouth and said nothing, I sighed: "No one is born to like depraved..."
Hearing this, Qiao Qiao shook slightly, her eyes were a little weird, but then she smiled: "Then let's go find that little girl now, and continue your action of saving the girl who lost her foot."
Aze's car was behind us. The three of us are driving to the city. The destination of our trip is a karaoke room in the urban area. Before I left school just now, I asked Ni Duoduo's classmates where they had an appointment with friends in the afternoon.
Perhaps it is a bit hypocritical for me to say this: I really seem to see my own shadow in Ni Duoduo's eyes. It's true... no pretense. And I said to myself: I must give this girl a hand!
What's more, she is Brother Huan's daughter!
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I have already inquired, the school that Ni Duoduo attended is a typical aristocratic school... and it claims to adopt a completely Western-style management... In fact, this is all nonsense, the real Western school management is not like this at all! And this school’s excuse really means: as long as you pay enough expensive tuition fees to come in, and as long as your children don’t kill people, set fires or break the law, the school basically doesn’t care about it! After a few years of graduation, you will be given a graduation certificate, and then rich people will continue to spend money to find a university for their children to continue their careers, and if conditions permit, they will simply send them abroad. Obviously, Ni Duoduo's group of children must have skipped class in the afternoon.