The early morning in Linxian County was very quiet. Before dawn, smoke billows from the breakfast stall downstairs. The uncle who sells braised eggs is slowly walking around the street on a tricycle with a small bell hanging on the handlebar. The crisp voice floated far away.
Bai Yang got up early. He was carrying a bag and was going to go downstairs to pick up plastic bottles. At 8 o'clock, he went to the restaurant to clean the table and wash the dishes. He had a two-hour lunch break, and he could pick it up again. After get off work at night, he went to help the grocery store owner move it. Goods, the whole day was packed full by him.
Wen Chuo slept until the third day of the day before he woke up. He was in a bad mood yesterday. He said he wanted to borrow money, but he didn't take any money.
Bai Yang passed by his door, paused for a moment, and then went downstairs. When he came up again, he brought a cup of soy milk and two marinated eggs in his hand, placed it at his door, and knocked on the door twice.
Wen Chuo woke up earlier than before, or he hadn't slept at all last night. He opened the door immediately when he heard the movement. His red hair was fried into a chicken coop. feel.
"That idiot!" Wen Chuo squatted at the door and picked up the breakfast, beckoned to Bai Yang, and said impatiently, "I won't eat it, you can eat it yourself."
Bai Yang squinted his eyes slightly, frowned at him, stood three steps away and stood still, a white t-shirt was washed with frayed edges, and was worn loosely on the body, revealing a thin collarbone, with a youthful peculiar youth. feel.
Wen Chuo stood up, picked up Zao Zao and put it in his hands, trying his best to slow down his tone: "You eat by yourself, I'm not hungry."
Then, regardless of whether Bai Yang understood or not, he closed the door and went to sleep.
Wen Chuo went crazy all night in his house yesterday, hitting the wall, hammering his head, rolling on the ground, arguing, making trouble, he tried everything he could, but he couldn't get that shit out of his body. So dim sum disheartened posture.
There are still two years before Wen's house picks him up. He can't do anything, he can't eat anything, and he can't drink northwest wind. In short, the appearance of the system has dealt a fatal blow to Wen Chuo.
Neighbors all know that Bai Yang is a fool, and he takes care of one or two. Usually, he will find him for some casual work of moving goods and cleaning tables, and then pay some meager wages. At most, he works four jobs a day, and he can't be idle for a moment.
Taking advantage of the lunch break, Bai Yang hadn't eaten his lunch, and was picking up plastic bottles on the side of the road with a bag. When bending over, something suddenly hit his shoulder. He looked up and found that it was Da Hong from across the street.
"Hey, fool, I have a plastic bottle here, do you want it?"
Dahong is also a small ruffian nearby, black and thin, like a fine hemp pole, sitting on the roadside guardrail, with a half-drinking Coke bottle thrown in mid-air, swaying loudly.
Bai Yang ignored him and turned to leave. When Da Hong saw this, he jumped off the guardrail and blocked his way. He stretched out his hand and pushed Bai Yang: "Hey, fool, can't you hear Dad talking to you?"
Bai Yang kept his head down and wanted to go in a different direction, but was pushed back by Da Hong, staggering and bumping into the wall: "Hey, so you are not only a fool, but also a mute, don't you also have deaf ears? ... I heard you talking last time, why, look down on me, so if you call me dad, I'll let you go."
Dahong jokingly pushed Bai Yang around, as if he had found some kind of fun, the shop owner next to him threw down a rag and stopped, "I don't lack morality! Bai Yang has provoked you to mess with you, and you will not learn well all day long! Wait a minute. Let Wen Chuo see the crying father and mother who beat you up."
Dahong didn't care, at this moment, as if to confirm the proprietress's words, a strong force suddenly came from his lower back, and then he flew all the way with a thud, and rolled twice on the ground before stopping.
"Who do you want to call Daddy, eh?"
Wen Chuo didn't know when he appeared behind him, wearing a black skeleton short-sleeved shirt, burgundy hair combed back, dressed as always in an eccentric manner, with his hands in his pockets, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and his eyes were cold.
Da Hong was stunned by that kick, and he clutched his waist for a long time and didn't get up. The shop owner snorted and pulled up the curtains to enter the back room. Wen Chuo saw that he didn't speak, lost his patience, and stepped forward and grabbed it. On his collar, he slapped his face fiercely: "You who haven't graduated from elementary school still have the face to call other people a fool, do you recognize all the words? Can you speak English? Do you know how to write the word father? The old man is standing on the pig, only seeing others black, but not seeing himself black!"
Wen Chuo slapped him after saying a word, his voice was crisp, Dahong's strength was not as strong as his, his face was swollen in an instant, he could only stare at him fiercely, Wen Chuo slapped him again when he saw this: "Look at your mother, look , Lao Tzu graduated from high school!"
Fighting of gangsters is a common occurrence, and the residents next to it are watching the excitement. Some people see Wen Chuo knocking out Da Hongya, and their faces are covered in blood, scaring them to death. They shouted to call the police. Wen Chuo stopped and pulled him out: "Don't fight."
Bai Yang clapped his hand anxiously: "Don't fight."
Wen Chuo swept his eyes coldly: "You fucking know how to be with Lao Tzu, why didn't you fart when you were bullied just now?"
He let go of Dahong, kicked him in the stomach again in frustration, and nodded his head in the air: "Next time, let Lao Tzu see you, and hit him every time!"
Wen Chuo's heart is cruel and his hands are poisonous. He knows that some people don't have a hard time and don't have a long memory. If you let him go this time, he will do it again next time. Only if he hurts and hurts, he will not dare to do it again. bully you.
The trouble was a little big, Da Hong's mother rushed over when she heard the news, holding a rolling pin in her hand, Bai Yang glanced at it, and then quickly pushed Wen Chuo home: "Go back quickly."
"Fuck me, I just came down," Wen Chuo pushed him away, "Get out of the way, I don't believe she can still kill me with a rolling pin."
As soon as Dahong's mother saw her son being slapped into a pig's head, she cried and cried, sat on the ground and pounded on the ground with a rolling pin: "Hey, what kind of sin did our mothers do? Who are you offending, Wen Chuo, you little bastard, if you don't study well, sooner or later you'll be hacked by Lei!"
Wen Chuo really let Lei split last night. This is the most annoying thing. Wen Yan's face turned gloomy. With his hands in his pockets, he stepped forward and asked with a smile, "Who did you say let Lei split? Ok?"
Wen Chuo's reputation is already stinking on the street. Last time, there was a bear boy who threw firecrackers into the collar of Bai Yang's shirt. It can be seen how ruthless people are, and Da Hong's mother was so frightened that she couldn't cry, for fear that Wen Chuo would take the gang of friends and friends to settle accounts after the fall.
"It's you who I'm talking about! Kill you bastard! You have a rotten heart!" Da Hong's mother only dared to take advantage of her mouth. Did you catch up.
"sb."
Wen Chuo gave them a middle finger, looking like he was not interested, he turned over and sat on the railing, and saw Bai Yang looking at him from below, holding a bottle full of plastic bags in his hand, with disgust on his face: "Go. Go, pick up this piece of shit again, you can sell it for some money, fool."
Bai Yang tightened the bag, understood the meaning after being confused, then patted his bulging pocket and said, "A lot of money."
Wen Chuo's eyes drifted over uncontrollably, he jumped off the guardrail, his face instantly changed to a smile, he stretched out his hand to take Bai Yang's pocket, pinched his face and said, "Oh, it's so amazing, let me See how much money you make."
【Stabbed—】
An electric current rang, and the world was instantly silent.
【Pro~ Take care of your little hands】
Wen Chuo withdrew his hand expressionlessly. At the same time, he could clearly see that there were coins in Bai Yang's pocket. He almost vomited blood.
Bai Yang grabbed his sleeve: "Wen Chuo."
Wen Chuo disliked it and threw it away: "Where it's cool, stay there."
He exerted a bit of strength, Bai Yang staggered and took a small step back. He looked at Wen Chuo's back, lowered his head and counted the bottles in the plastic bag, tied it up, and went into the restaurant to continue his work.
Wen Chuo hadn't eaten all morning. He felt a little dizzy after the fight just now. He was dizzy from the sun while leaning on the railing. Finally, he pushed the door and walked into the restaurant, finding a place to sit down.
The boss, Uncle Feng, is doing the accounting behind the counter. The kitchen master has gone home on leave for the past two days. The dishes are all cooked by Uncle Feng and his niece. The business is a bit bleak. He heard the sound of pushing the door and looked up: "
Yo, Wen Chuo, what to eat, uncle will make it cheaper for you. "
Bai Yang was mopping the floor, even if it was already clean, he was still mopping it over and over again, and his stubbornness was shocking. When he was next to Wen Chuo, the mop was stepped on, Bai Yang raised his head, and met Wen Chuo's model dog. The same face: "Drag what to drag, after a while, people will step on it and get dirty again, and there is nowhere to use it."
Wen Chuo circled a few dishes on the menu with a pencil, and then handed them to Bai Yang, looking like an uncle: "I'm starving to death."
Uncle Feng looked up and said, "Why did you become like this, kid? Was it good that you didn't play with Bai Yang before?"
When Wen Chuo first moved here, it was still autumn. He was clean, handsome, and polite, but he was more stable than adults in his teens. He liked to wear a British-style plaid sweater with a white shirt inside. When I walked by the door, I was completely different from the children running around the street with a runny nose on the side of the road.
At that time, Bai Yang was still young. Her mother was at work and could not take care of him, so she entrusted him to the restaurant owner to help him watch. Bai Yang did not play in the mud or run wild. After get off work, one sitting is all day.
Wen Chuo once got out of school early and saw Bai Yang sitting there like a wooden man, like a soulless puppet doll, and thought he was very well-behaved, so he crouched down and teased: "Bei Yang, waiting for mom again, why don't you go to my brother's house to play? good?"
The difference between their two years is not too much, but Bai Yang has been weak since he was a child. He has not grown in height for a few years. His family is poor, and Chen Meiying has nothing good to eat for him, and his nutrition is much lower than that of his peers.
The most common thing Wen Chuo does is to stay at home and recite English. Several households downstairs have daughters, and they like to play with him the most, but I have never seen him play with anyone, and he is always alone.
Bai Yang was thin and small, Wen Yan hugged his knees and looked at Wen Chuo. There was no flesh on his face, and his eyes seemed to grow bigger and bigger. The more Wen Chuo looked, the more he liked it. He rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows and leaned over to pick him up. , but found that the child was lighter than expected.
Maybe it was because his parents had good genes, Wen Chuo was tall and slender, and he was tall in his teens. He hugged Bai Yang effortlessly: "Let's go, go to my brother's house to play, and give you some chocolate."
Bai Yang remained silent, with his dark eyes open, he leaned softly on Wen Chuo's shoulders, sniffing the faint scent of lavender on his light-colored sweater.
Wen Chuo felt that the children in this area were so noisy that they could scream. The people who made trouble every day had a headache, and they ran wildly on the stairs without stopping, so I didn't like to play with them. Well-behaved and good-looking, but stupid, and they don't even know they were sold.
At that time, Liu Ruoqing's body was not very good, and she didn't care about Wen Chuo, she put on makeup every day, dressed herself up beautifully, went out for a leisurely walk, got some amazing eyes, and then leaned in front of the window to hurt the spring and autumn.
Chen Meiying was too busy to take care of herself and didn't want Bai Yang to go to school at all. Wen Chuo had nothing to do, so she taught him to read and write, and taught him everything except language and math. Bai Yang looked stupid, but he had learned everything that should be learned. .
He was taught by him.
At that time, Wen Chuo was a legendary child of someone else's family. Every time he took the test, he got full marks. He took the certificates to his home one after another. He spoke English more fluently than the teacher, and could play the piano and draw. There is definitely a chance.
But Wen Chuo didn't look very happy, as if that wasn't what he wanted. The piles of certificates of honor, in his eyes, were no different from waste paper and dust.
When Wen Chuo was in junior high school, Liu Ruoqing's condition also deteriorated. She vomited blood every day, refused to take medicine, and shouted that she would jump off the building. She was no longer as quiet and beautiful as before, like a shrew. Wen Chuo locked her in the bedroom. People paint outside.
Chen Meiying died a few years ago, but Bai Yang still came over every day, Wen Chuo didn't speak, gave him a piece of chocolate and let him sit beside him, holding a paintbrush and dipping paint, listening to Liu Ruoqing's cries and kicks. Painting at the door.
Bai Yang heard the heart-wrenching vomit from the room, and patted Wen Chuo's hand, but Wen Chuo covered his eyes and said softly, "Don't worry."
As I continue to write, a painting gradually appears in front of my eyes. It is a poplar tree with tenacious vitality and a symbol of indomitable life.
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On the day Liu Ruoqing died, Wen Chuo ran away, no one knew where he went, the certificate of award at home was torn to the ground, and the painting tools were smashed. Bai Yang looked for him every day, every day, but he couldn't find it, half a month. Afterwards, Wen Chuo came back by himself.
He dyed his hair colorfully, rammed along the road with a group of gangsters, drank and swears, fought and cursed, and he couldn't see what he looked like before.
…
The air conditioner in the restaurant is a bit old and buzzing constantly. Bai Yang wiped the table with a rag and brought the dishes. Seeing that, Wen Chuo looked away from his mobile phone and tapped the table with his chopsticks, making a dull sound: " Sit and eat."
This was said to Bai Yang.
Wen Chuo just went to the bank, and he scraped together to get 500 yuan. He wondered why he kept it, but he couldn't buy a villa or a sports car, and the rent was not enough, so he spent it all.
Bai Yang Wenyan sat down beside him slowly, glanced at the bill, and pulled out a pile of crumpled money from his close pocket, five, ten, one, twenty, one by one. .
Wen Chuo: "Hey, stop counting, I'll treat you, I'll pay the bill, you can stop for a while."
Anyway, there are no guests now, Uncle Feng glanced at it and didn't care, and continued to count his confusion.
Bai Yang was still counting the money, and Wen Chuo was annoyed, and slapped him hard on his butt under the cover of the table: "You have to show off your wealth in front of Lao Tzu, don't you?"
He said again: "Count me again and I'll grab it all for you!"
Bai Yang was a little hurt from being beaten, and stared at him with dark eyes. The long bangs blocked his eyes a little. After looking at it for a long time, it was frightening. Wen Chuo was a stern person. After a few seconds, he patted it. His waist: "Eat, eat."
Bai Yang continued to count the money. After counting, he put it on the table, pushed it towards Wen Chuo, and ate it himself.
Wen Chuo was stunned when he saw this, but didn't dare to take it. He roughly counted with his eyes and found that he was in the early 900s, which happened to be his month's rent.
【ding~】
"...You take the money back."