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The phone call in the evening self-study was like a stone stuck in his heart. Although Cheng Yi said that there was nothing wrong with grandma, Cheng Kuang still planned to go home.

The Fourth Middle School had classes on Saturdays, but the weekend had a whole day off. Cheng Kuang took the bus back to Yanshi Street on Saturday evening.The station was still a few miles away from home. After getting off the bus, he bought a bottle of water in a large bucket in a nearby store. He drank half of it on the way, and carried the rest to grandma’s house, standing like a buffalo at the door. He raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

This kind of "buffalo skill" was practiced by Cheng Kuang in elementary school. At that time, every Friday class meeting, the teacher would stick a small red flower on the back of the hand of the child who performed well, and reward a bottle of yogurt.A small bottle of yogurt was consumed by other children in just a few sips. Cheng Kuang could drink it all the way, and there was more than half of the bottle left when he got home.He wanted to take the yogurt bottle home and sell it to his grandma for money, but he didn't want other children to know about it, so he deliberately drank it slowly, pretending to be "why is this yogurt so bad?"Cheng Kuang, who was less than seven years old, stubbornly defended his little vanity, just for the satisfaction of "I'm really capable" when he threw the yogurt bottle into his grandmother's snakeskin bag.

Cheng Kuang threw the empty mineral water bottle into the small shed next to grandma's house, and shouted at the screen window before entering the house: "Grandma, I'm back!"

Someone inside responded immediately: "I'm back."

The small room was closed and airless, even though the windows were open, there was still no wind blowing in, only a small electric fan whistling towards the bed.Grandma sat up from the edge of the bed, opened the drawer, grabbed a handful of coconut sugar and put it in Cheng Kuang's hand, smilingly urging: "Eat it!"

Cheng Kuang peeled off one and ate it, it was so sweet, he asked casually, "Where did it come from?"

"I gave it for a wedding," said grandma, "Is it delicious?"

"En." Cheng Kuang nodded.

"If you like to eat, take more, I have a lot here." She said, and opened the drawer again.

Cheng Kuang pressed the drawer: "Enough is enough, you can't finish what you have in hand, you can keep the rest for yourself."

Grandma withdrew her hand, and after a while, she pointed to the incense table again: "There are oranges in front of the Bodhisattva, you peel two and eat them."

Cheng Kuang drank too much water and couldn't eat, so he shook his head.

The TV was broadcasting commercials, and grandma was talking intermittently. Cheng Kuang thought for a long time, and finally opened his mouth with difficulty.

"Cheng Uncle came to ask you for money."

Calling Cheng Youde, who is not as good as a pig or dog, "uncle" is undoubtedly a shame to Cheng Kuang. He originally wanted to call him by his first name, but in front of grandma, he could only grit his teeth and put his body full of rage to death. Yes, swallowing his anger and maintaining the image of a good grandson in grandma's eyes.

"Oh, he's drunk and drunk, and he hasn't come these days." Grandma said while watching TV, her tone was also calm.

"He's not a good guy." Cheng Kuang gritted the words between his teeth, and Cheng Kuang couldn't help it.

"Shh, keep your voice down," the grandma looked out the window, and after making sure there was no one there, she turned around and told him, "Don't be overheard by his wife."

"So what if you hear it?" Cheng Kuang's throat hurt from her cautious movements, as if a large bucket of water had been poured in vain.

Why do you have to worry about saying something in your own home?Why should a mother be afraid of her own son?Thinking of this, Cheng Kuang couldn't help clenching his fists.But he didn't dare to say bold words. After thinking for a long time, he could only say "Don't be afraid of him".

It's not a promise, it's not a comfort - it's just a piece of crap that doesn't work.

When he said this nonsense, Cheng Kuang suddenly began to hate himself.

"I'm not afraid of him. No matter how fierce he is, he's still my cub. He doesn't dare to do anything to me." Grandma held the remote control in her hand, her eyes were dazed, she didn't know where to look, her expression almost seemed to be talking to herself, "I I found someone to tell my fortune, saying that my life was a catastrophe, and if I survived it, I would live to be a hundred years old, but if I failed, I would be a piece of dirt. It’s not been many years, so what am I afraid of..."

Cheng Kuang's heart suddenly "thumped", and he was about to ask "when", when his throat suddenly choked up—why did he follow the feudal superstition?To hell with his life!

"I'll go back first." After a moment of silence, Cheng Kuang stood up.

"Hey. Go, your mother is busy in the store." Grandma said.

Coming out of the house, Cheng Kuang was in a panic. He walked slowly along the ditch, and smelled the pungent smell of oily smoke at the corner.

There were so many people in the restaurant that there was no room to sit inside. With the help of customers, a woman in a long apron and sleeves moved two tables out of the store and put them on the side of the road.From a distance, Cheng Kuang saw her rubbing her back.

He ran over without a word, took a stack of red plastic stools from her hand, said softly "I'm coming", then carried the stools outside, hooked his fingers into the round holes in the center of the stools, and lifted the stools one by one. Pull out the stool.

"Why are you back?" Cheng Kuang fixed the stool, listened to the guests ordering dishes, and when he went to the kitchen to report the names of the dishes, the woman asked him while cooking.

"Mom." Cheng Kuang didn't answer, but just called her.

"Hey," the spatula swept the iron pan a few times, and a plate of vegetable oil was sizzling, she answered while bending her arms to wipe off the sweat, "Son, help me take out the vegetables , the table next to the door."

Cheng Kuang served the dishes, paused before going out of the kitchen, and said, "I will come back every weekend from now on."

The sound of cooking in the kitchen was too loud, and he didn't know if Fang Youzhen heard it.

There were two tables of guests eating wine and chatting very late. After the last group of people left, it was already 11:30 in the evening.Cheng Kuang took the tablecloth to the trash can across the road and threw it away. When he came back, he swept the floor halfway. His mother had already washed the dishes. Fang Youzhen poked her head out from the door and asked, "Kuang, do you eat fish at night?" Bar?"

He hesitated for a moment and asked, "Isn't there no fish?" There was only crucian carp in his shop. A table of guests ordered braised fish before, and Cheng Kuang remembered that his mother said, "There is no fish."

"The ones for others are gone, this fish is specially reserved for you." Fang Youzhen smiled.

Cheng Kuang watched as she lifted the basin covering the bucket, and fished out a fish from the bucket.The fish was alive and kicking, and it kept flicking its tail when it was thrown to the ground. She caught the fish again, and slammed it to the ground a few times.

"I'll kill." Cheng Kuang put the dustpan aside, squatted beside the water basin, and picked up the fish.Fang Youzhen handed him the kitchen knife, and watched as Cheng Kuang skillfully scraped off the scales of the fish, and then neatly cut open the belly of the fish.Even so, she still habitually warned: "Don't hurt your hand."

The sound of oil splashing in the pan was heard again in the kitchen. Cheng Kuang washed off the fishy smell from his hands, and turned his head to look at Fang Youzhen's busy back. Dirty everywhere in the soaking kitchenette.

Cheng Kuang slapped the annoying bug to death, and suddenly hated Qi Cheng Youyi, a selfish bastard.

Cheng Youyi is Cheng Kuang's fucking father. This bastard's whole life's love has been used in his name. He is a heartless scum, and he still thinks about prostitution when he is full.After Fang Youzhen found out, she grabbed Xiaosan by her hair and tore her off the motorcycle. The two women beat each other to death. After returning home, Fang Youzhen found that bastard Cheng Youyi had touched the family money and fled.

Fang Youzhen cried at home for a whole day with disheveled hair, scolding Cheng Youyi until her voice became hoarse, and said that she would divorce when that dog came back.

runaway?Cheng Kuang washed away the insect corpses stuck to his hands, and thought it was ridiculous when he thought about it.In his short childhood of lacking a father and a mother, before he had time to experience the feeling of running away from home, he grew up quickly and crookedly.His good-for-nothing father is good, he still plays this trick when he is old, and he is as old as a pig.

Cheng Kuang looked down on Cheng Youyi, hated him from the bottom of his heart, and was ashamed to admit that he had such a father.

Fang Youzhen quickly prepared dinner. The feeling of fullness brought by a bucket of water has long since disappeared. The aroma of braised fish in sauce aroused Cheng Kuang's appetite. Grilled rice is very fast.

"Slow down," Fang Youzhen pushed Tang in front of him, "You came back with your schoolbag on your back? Is it heavy? Be careful not to grow tall..."

"It's already high enough." Cheng Kuang said.

"It can still grow," she glared at him, and then said, "You just bring your clothes back next week, and I'll wash them for you before you carry them back."

"No, I can wash it myself." After Cheng Kuang finished eating, he gathered up the dishes and took them to the kitchen to wash.The sound of rushing water made the kitchen particularly quiet, and Cheng Kuang suddenly had a thought: Will Cheng Youyi come back?

He gripped the edge of the bowl tightly, and suddenly felt his uneasiness, and then the irritability came out - Cheng Kuang felt that this uneasiness was inexplicable, why should Cheng Youyi come back?It's better that this scum doesn't come back.

As he thought about it, his hand slipped when he turned off the faucet, almost breaking the bowl.

**

Cheng Kuang stayed at home all day and caught the last bus back on Sunday night.Half a mile to the east of the station, there is an open space. Every day at [-]:[-] p.m., there are stalls and a night market. Roasted oysters, grilled cold noodles, bowl cake cakes, spicy hot flower powder are all available, and snacks from all over the world are available.

Cheng Kuang walked through the night market stalls, bought fried rice cakes and ate them as he walked.Unexpectedly, when passing by a stall selling flower armor powder, the folding table in front suddenly fell down in the middle of the road—to be exact, it was knocked down by a person flying over.

The man flew a little too fast, and the table was knocked down from the middle by him, and he fell on the dirty ground half paralyzed, and the passers-by almost stopped and stomped on his forehead.

Then there was another crackling sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground. The plastic chairs flew directly from one stall to another. The human body made a dull sound in close contact with the ground. The diners around screamed and hid aside. Strange, still asking the frightened guests if they want more spicy food.

The instigator even wiped his hands with a towel, lifted a little chubby guy up, stood on the table, pointed to the unlucky guy who was kicked by him, and said casually: "Have you learned it? To deal with these people, just kick it like this!" , Come and kick a few times, don’t be polite to them.”

Little Fatty said "Hey".

"It's not enough to talk about it without practicing it, you go and try it," he urged, "Hurry up, while it's still hot."

Cheng Kuang frowned, this idiot instigates minors to fight?

Little Fatty walked up to a person, raised his feet, and the soles of his shoes directly covered the person's face.

"Pao, Brother Pao! Let me go! I... I was wrong!" The man on the ground turned pale with fright, begging for mercy.

The road was blocked arbitrarily by this group of people, Cheng Kuang simply dragged a chair nearby, sat on it and watched while eating.He saw Zhang Jin stepping on the table with one foot, and said two words arrogantly: "It's late."

Long legs, tattoos, earrings, and the domineering temperament all over his body made him noticeable in the crowd at a glance.

Hearing this, the chubby man stepped on the man's belly: "It's too late, where's the money? Give it to me!"

The people on the ground are dyed with green hair, planted on the ground like a clump of grass.Trembling, he took out a leather wallet from his butt pocket, and handed it to the little fat man like a tribute.

There were still a few people with bruised noses and swollen faces lying on the ground, and the chubby little ones took turns to wait on them, as if they were collecting protection money.In the end, he handed over all the money he collected to Zhang Jin.

This little chubby man looked familiar, Cheng Kuang thought for a while before he remembered - this man was the one who sat on the back seat of Zhang Jin's motorcycle on the first day he moved here.

She looks only eleven or twelve years old.

Not only instigated minors to fight, but also blackmailed?Did this idiot become addicted to being a "gun brother" and really think of himself as the boss of the underworld?

Cheng Kuang was lost in thought, maybe his eyes fell on Zhang Jin for too long, "Brother Pao" finally glanced in this direction belatedly, and as soon as the two people's eyes met, Zhang Jin blew at him. whistled.

Seeing that he was upset, Cheng Kuang felt that it was necessary to respond, so he ticked his fingers: "Are you free?"

Still owed a fight.

It has been dragging on for a long time, the reason why I didn't fight was not because I was cowardly, but because I couldn't find a reason, just like I couldn't find a lead to start a firecracker.Fighting just for the sake of fighting is really stupid. It's not a contest to recruit relatives. When the fight starts, you have to be polite, say "You please" or "You should invite me first"?

So for fighting, you still have to rely on impulse. Rolling up your sleeves is the kind of impulse you do.

Zhang Jin instantly understood what he meant, and happily replied, "Yes."

After he finished speaking, Cheng Kuang left. The chubby man looked at his back, turned to Zhang Jin and asked, "Brother Pao, who was that handsome guy just now? What did you two have an appointment with?"

"Tsk," Zhang Jin threw the wallet to the little fat man, squinted his eyes and said, "Do you believe me when I say dating?"