Don’t Be a Kept Man

The early morning in Linxian County was very quiet. Before dawn, the morning stalls downstairs were filled with smoke. The uncle who sold marinated eggs was riding a tricycle around the street slowly, with a small bell hanging on the handlebars. The crisp voice floated far away.

Bai Yang got up very early. He was carrying a bag and was going downstairs to pick up plastic bottles. He went to the restaurant to clean the table and wash the dishes at 8 o'clock. There was two hours during the lunch break, and he could pick it up again. After get off work at night, he went to help the grocery store owner. Goods, the whole day was arranged by him.

Wen Chuo slept until three poles of the sun every day before getting up. He was in a bad mood yesterday. He said that he wanted to borrow money, but he didn't take the money, and he went home without eating. He never came out at night.

Bai Yang passed by his door, paused for a moment, and then went downstairs. When he came up again, he carried 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 that I didn’t sleep at all last night, he opened the door as soon as he heard the movement, a red hair was fried into a chicken coop, and he grabbed it twice and looked like a dog, with a kind of decadent handsome. sense.

"That idiot!" Wen Chuo squatted at the door and picked it up earlier, beckoning to Bai Yang, and said impatiently, "I'm not going to eat, you can eat it yourself."

Bai Yang squinted slightly and looked at him with a frown. He stood still three steps away. A white T-shirt was washed with raw edges and worn loosely on his body, revealing a thin clavicle, with the youthful youthfulness. sense.

Wen Chuo stood up, picked it up earlier and put it in his hands, trying to slow down and saying, "You eat by yourself, I'm not hungry."

Then, regardless of whether Bai Yang understood it or not, he closed the door and went to sleep.

Wen Chuo went crazy all night at his home yesterday, hitting the wall, hammering his head, rolling on the floor, making noises, making troubles, and tried everything he could, but he couldn’t get the ghost thing out of his body. So disheartened posture.

There are still two years left before Wen Jia picks himself up. He can do nothing, eat nothing, and can't drink northwest wind. In short, the appearance of the system has caused a fatal blow to Wen Chuo.

Everyone in the neighborhood knows that Bai Yang is a fool, and he is willing to take care of him. Usually, some casual workers who move goods and wipe the table will find him, and then pay some meager salary. At most, he can work four jobs a day, and he can't be free for a moment.

During the lunch break, Bai Yang didn't eat lunch. He was picking up plastic bottles on the side of the road with a bag. When he bent down, he was hit by something on his shoulder. He looked up and found that it was Dahong who was on the street.

"Hey, idiot, I have plastic bottles here, do you want?"

Dahong was also a small ground ruffian nearby, black and thin, like a thin linen rod, sitting on the guardrail by the side of the road, and tossing the half-drinked Coke bottle in the air, swaying loudly.

Bai Yang ignored him and turned to leave. Dahong jumped off the guardrail and blocked his way. He stretched out his hand and pushed Bai Yang: "Hey, idiot, can't you hear Dad talking to you?"

Bai Yang lowered his head and didn't say a word. He changed his direction and wanted to go. He was pushed back by Dahong and staggered against the wall: "Hey, you are not only a fool, but also a dumb. You are not also deaf, right? ...I heard you talking last time, why, look down on me, so, if you call me Dad, I will let you go."

Dahong pushed Baiyang around with a laugh, as if he had found some fun, the shop owner next to him threw down the rag and said, "I don’t lack morality! Bai Yang has provoke you, and I don’t learn well all day long! Wait a minute! Er let Wen Chuo see that Fei beat you crying father and calling mother."

Dahong didn't care. At this moment, as if to confirm the words of the proprietress, a strong force came from his back, and then he flew far away with a thump, and rolled on the ground two times before stopping.

"Who do you want to call Dad, eh?"

Wen Chuo didn't know when he appeared behind him. He was wearing a black skull short-sleeved shirt with burgundy hair combed back. He was dressed as strange as ever, with his hands in his pockets, a pair of peach blossom eyes slightly raised, and his eyes were cold.

Dahong was kicked and trapped by that foot. He clutched his waist for a long time and didn't get up. The shop owner said hey, opened the curtain and entered the back room. Hearing Chuo saw that he was silent and lost patience, she stepped forward and grabbed him. His collar slapped his face fiercely: "You guy who didn't graduate from elementary school has the face to scold someone for a fool. Do you know everything? Can you speak English? Do you know how to write the word father? The old rapi is standing on top of the pig, only seeing others black, but not seeing himself black!"

When Wen Chuo said a word, he slapped a slap, and his voice was crisp. Dahong's face was swollen in an instant without his strength. He could only stare at him viciously, and then slapped him again: "Look at your mother. , I graduated from high school!"

It is common for punks to fight. The residents nearby are watching the excitement. Some people have seen that Chuo knocked out Da Hongya, scared to death, and shouted to call the police. Bai Yang finally reacted and stepped forward. After staying at Wen Chuo, he dragged him out: "Don't fight."

Bai Yang patted his hand anxiously: "Don't fight."

Wen Chuo swept over with a cold look: "You know you **** with Lao Tzu, why didn't you fart when you were bullied?"

He let go of Dahong, kicked his stomach again in discomfort, and nodded his head in the space: "Let me see you again next time, see you once!"

Wen Chuo is cruel, and his hands are poisoned. He knows that some people don’t suffer and don’t have a long memory. If you let it go this time, he will commit the crime again next time. Only if he hurts or hurts him, so he dare not dare later. bully you.

The trouble was a little bit serious. Dahong's mother rushed over angrily when she heard the news. With a rolling pin in her hand, Bai Yang glanced at it, and then quickly pushed Wen Chuo home: "Go home."

"Fart back, I just came down," Wen Chuo pushed him away, "You get out of the way, I don't believe that she can still beat me to death with a rolling pin."

As soon as Dahong's mother saw her son being fanned into a pig's head, she cried and screamed, sitting on the ground with a rolling pin and hitting the ground: "Hey, what kind of evil did our mother and daughter do? Who offends you, Wen Chuo, you little **** who doesn't learn well, sooner or later let Lei chop!"

Wen Chuo really let Thunder smash it last night. This is the most annoying. Wen Yan's face became gloomy. He put his hands in his pockets and walked forward. He smiled and asked: "Who did you say let Thunder smash? Ok?"

Wen Chuo’s reputation is stinking on the street. Last time, a bear kid threw firecrackers into the collar of the white poplar. He forced six streets of his house and blocked the alley and gave him a beating. Such a small baby didn’t let it go. It can be seen how cruel people are, Dahong's mother was so scared that she couldn't cry anymore, for fear that Wen Chuo would take the gang of Hupengouyou Qiuhou afterwards.

"It's you! He killed you! Blackhearted!" Dahong's mother only dared to take advantage of her mouth. While helping her son up, she cursed and walked home, turning her head vigilantly from time to time to see Wen Chuo. Has it caught up?

"Sb."

Wen Chuo raised his **** to them with a look of lack of interest. He turned over and sat on the railing, and saw Bai Yang looking at himself from below, carrying a bottle full of plastic bags in his hand, and his face was disgusted: "Go Go and pick up this crappy thing again, for a few dollars, fool."

Bai Yang tightened the bag tightly. After being confused, he understood the meaning, then patted his bulging pocket and said, "A lot of money."

Wen Chuo's eyes floated over uncontrollably. He jumped off the guardrail and instantly changed his smiling face. He stretched out his hand to take out Bai Yang's pocket, squeezed his face and said, "Oh, it's so amazing, let me See how much money you made."

【Tabbing----】

An electric current rang, and the world was silent for an instant.

[Dear~ Take care of your little hands]

Wen Chuo withdrew his hand expressionlessly, and at the same time, he could see that Bai Yang's pockets were filled with dimes and dimes. He almost didn't vomit and bleed. He suffocated his head and hammered the railing.

Bai Yang grabbed his sleeve: "Wen Chuo."

Wen Chuo disliked it and threw it away: "Where is it cool and where to stay."

He was a bit strong, and Bai Yang staggered back a short step. He looked at Wen Chuo's back, and then counted the bottles in the plastic bag, tied them, and went into the restaurant to continue working.

Wen Chuo hadn't eaten all morning, and he was a bit vacant after hitting the bar just now. He held on to the railing and was dizzy from the sun. Finally, he pushed the door into the restaurant and found a place to sit down.

The owner, Uncle Feng, was working behind the counter. The kitchen master took leave to go home these past two days. The dishes were all made by Uncle Feng’s niece. The business was a bit bleak. He heard the sound of pushing the door and looked up: "

Oh, Wen Chuo, what to eat, uncle will make it cheaper for you. "

Bai Yang was mopping the floor, even if it was already very clean, it was still dragging it over and over again. The stubbornness was shocking. When he was next to Wen Chuo, the mop was stepped on by one foot. Bai Yang raised his head and faced Wen Chuo. The kind of face: "What drag? After dragging it clean, it will be dirty again when someone comes. There is no way to use it."

Wen Chuo circled a few dishes on the menu with a pencil, and then handed it to Bai Yang, like an uncle: "I'm starving to death when I order."

Uncle Feng raised his head and glanced: "You kid, how come you have become like this? Isn't it nice not to play with Bai Yang before."

When Wen Chuo first moved here, it was still autumn. He was clean, handsome and polite. He was more stable than an adult in his teenage years. He liked to wear a British checked sweater with a white shirt on his back. When I walked by the door, I was completely different from the children who were running wild on the street with a runny nose.

At that time, Bai Yang was still young. Her mother went to work and couldn't take care of him, so she entrusted him to the restaurant owner to help. Bai Yang didn't play in the mud or ran wild. When she was a child, she was very silent, carrying a small bench and sitting in front of the door waiting for her mother. After get off work, one sitting is a whole day.

Wen Chuo once was after school early and saw Bai Yang sitting there like a wooden man, like a puppet doll without a soul. He felt that he was very well-behaved. He squatted down and teased: "Bao Yang, waiting for mom again, how about going to my brother's house? it is good?"

The difference between their two years is not much, but Bai Yang has been weak since he was a child, and he hasn't grown for a few years. The family is poor, and Chen Meiying has nothing to eat for him. The nutrition is much lower than that of his peers.

What Wen Chuo does most often is to stay at home and recite English. Several households downstairs have daughters and love to play with him, but he has never really played with him. He is always alone.

Bai Yang is small and thin. He hugged his knees and looked at Wen Chuo. There was no meat on his face. It seemed that those eyes were getting bigger and bigger. The more Wen Chuo looked, the more he liked it. He rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows, bent over and hugged him. , But found that the child is lighter than expected.

Maybe it's because the parents are genetically good, Wen Chuo has a slender figure, and he jumps tall as a teenager, holding the white poplar without any effort: "Go, go to my brother's house and eat chocolate for you."

Bai Yang still didn't say a word, opened a pair of dark eyes, leaning softly on Wen Chuo's shoulder, sniffing the faint lavender fragrance on his light-colored sweater.

Wen Chuo feels that the children in this area are so silly that they can bluff, and the people who make noise every day have a headache, and they run wild on the stairs, so they don’t like to play with them. It’s nice to be as quiet as Baiyang. Good-looking and good-looking, just stupid, I don't know if I was sold.

At that time, Liu Ruoqing's body was not good enough, and regardless of her knowledge, she made up every day to make herself beautiful, went out for a leisurely swing, got some amazing eyes, and then leaned against the window to hurt the spring and sad autumn.

Chen Meiying couldn’t take care of herself. She didn’t even want Bai Yang to go to school. Wen Chuo was fine, so she taught him to read and recognize words. He taught everything except numeracy. Bai Yang looked stupid, but he learned everything. He knows what Wen Chuo knows. .

He was taught by himself.

At that time, Wen Chuo was a child from someone else’s family. He returned to the test with full scores. He was given a stack of awards to his home. He spoke English fluently than the teacher. He could play the piano and draw. Everyone said he would later There must be promise.

But Wen Chuo didn't seem to be very happy, as if he didn't want these. The piles of certificates representing honor are no different from waste paper and mote in his eyes.

When Wen Chuo was in junior high school, Liu Ruoqing's condition also deteriorated. He vomited blood every day, didn't take medicine, and yelled to jump off the building. She was no more quiet and beautiful 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 every day, Wen Chuo did not speak, gave him a chocolate, let him sit next to him, holding the paintbrush, stained with paint, in the cry and kick of Liu Ruoqing Painting in the sound of the door.

Bai Yang heard heart-piercing vomiting in the room, patted Wen Chuo's hand, but Wen Chuo covered his eyes, and whispered, "Leave it alone."

I kept writing, and a painting gradually appeared in front of my eyes, it was tenacious vitality, symbolizing the indomitable poplar tree.

...

On the day of Liu Ruoqing's death, Wen Chuo ran away. No one knew where he was going. The home certificate was torn to the ground and the painting tools were broken. Bai Yang looked for him every day, every day, but he didn’t find it, half a month. Later, Wen Chuo came back by himself.

He dyed his colorful hair, smashed the road with a group of gangsters, drank swear words, fought and cursed people, and couldn't see what he used to be.

...

The restaurant’s air conditioner was a bit old and kept buzzing. Bai Yang wiped the table with a rag and brought the dishes up. Hearing it, he took his eyes away from the phone and clicked on the table with his chopsticks, making a dull sound: " Sit and eat."

This is to Bai Yang.

Wen Chuo went to the bank just now, and came up with five hundred yuan. He wanted to keep it for what to do. He couldn't buy a villa or a sports car, and the rent was not enough.

Bai Yang heard the words and sat down slowly beside him, looked at the bill, and then found out a pile of crumpled money from his personal pocket, five yuan, ten yuan, one yuan, twenty yuan, one by one. .

Wen Chuo: "Oh, don't count, I'll treat, I'll pay the bill, you will stop for a while."

Anyway, there are no guests now, Uncle Feng glanced around, didn't care, and continued to calculate his muddled accounts.

Bai Yang was still counting the money, and was annoyed by Wen Chuo, and slapped him on his **** with the cover of the table: "You have to show off your wealth in front of Lao Tzu?"

Then he said, "I'll take it all for you!"

Bai Yang was a little bit painful when he was beaten. His eyes were dull and staring at him. The long bangs blocked his eyes a little. It was scary to watch for a long time. Wen Chuo was a stubborn and stubborn guy. A few seconds later, he patted him. His waist: "Eat, eat."

Bai Yang continued to count the money, and when it was finished, he put it on the table, pushed it towards Wen Chuo, and ate it by himself.

Wen Chuo was taken aback when he saw it, but he didn't dare to take it. He counted roughly with his eyes, and found that he was in his early nine hundred years, which was just one month's rent, and he was immediately exasperated: "You Baiyang..."

[Ding~]

"...Take the money back."