President of Zhuma PK

"My Dear Sheep Shepherd Boy"

The summer of [-] seemed to be extraordinarily hot.

There are two rows of dilapidated bungalows next to a potholed road. The original white walls have long been mottled by the wind and rain all year round, exposing large areas of black cement.

Downstairs, a long line snaked along the side of the road, each carrying a big bucket in his hand.

A car whizzed by, splashing dirty muddy water, which seemed to hit some woman's clothes, and immediately drew a sharp curse.

Three or five children shuttled and played in the crowd, pulling the crooked team even more fragmented.

Song Ci transferred the red plastic bucket that was originally carried in his left hand to his right hand, sideways to avoid the two little boys who were fighting beside him, but accidentally stepped on the foot of the fat woman behind him.

Before Song Ci could say sorry, the fat woman cursed, "Are you blind?! I bought these shoes for 200 yuan, can you afford it?!"

Song Ci only knew that the fat woman was setting up a barbecue stall on the side of the road with his husband, but he didn't know her name.

Song Ci lowered his head, looked at the pair of cheap leather shoes that cost 30 yuan a pair in the supermarket on the east side, swallowed the words "I'm sorry", and said in a very cold tone, "What do you want?"

"What do I want? Are you justified when you stepped on me?" The fat woman was about to tear Song Ci's clothes, but Song Ci blocked her with one hand, "Don't touch me!"

The fat woman didn't really want to do anything at first, she just looked at Song Ci, a thin little boy, and wanted to scare him, but now she was completely irritated by Song Ci's attitude: "Damn it! You little man-prostitute, follow the old man Broken shoes looking for old men to cheat food and drink everywhere, what the hell are you doing? No one in the neighborhood knows, your mother’s reputation has long been spread far and wide. I’m afraid, your mother and the single old man on this street Men have all had an affair, the big guy said, right?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the crowd.

Song Ci raised his head abruptly, clenched his hands into fists, but couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

Because what this woman said is true.

Is this the ninth, or the tenth?

Song Ci couldn't remember clearly.

In Song Ci's memory, those men all had the same face: cloudy eyes, yellowed teeth from years of smoking, dry and peeling lips, and an unpleasant smell of alcohol.

Song Ci asked Xia Mobing more than once, the woman he called his mother: "Don't you feel sick lying next to such a man?"

Xia Mobing smiled nonchalantly, and the wrinkles on his face formed an ugly flower, "Why don't you feel disgusted when you use their money to rent a house and buy food?"

Song Ci sneered, "If it's just for money, we can earn it ourselves, and we can survive without relying on these men."

Xia Mobing sighed, "Son, when you grow up, you will know that everything is not as simple as you imagined."

Now, Song Ci was 16 years old, and he still couldn't understand what trapped Xia Mobing and made her willing to hang around the old man who smelled of alcohol in this dilapidated building.

The laughter gradually faded away, but the fat woman was still chattering: "Sisters, you have to take care of your own men, be careful not to be seduced by old broken shoes and little boy-prostitutes, and you will have no place to cry when the time comes. Look at this little man-prostitute, he is thin skinned and tender, more juicy than girls. Now many old men are like him, playing with little boys is more exciting than playing with women. What's wrong."

Song Ci turned around, but Quan Dang didn't hear anything.

Fortunately, there were only two people in line in front of him.

Two minutes later, Song Ci filled a bucket of water under the only working faucet on the street, then lifted the bucket with difficulty, ignoring those unclear pointers, and headed towards the temporarily called "home". " place to go.

Washing rice, washing vegetables, cooking and stir-frying, Song Ci is very familiar with it.

Seven o'clock in the evening, on time for dinner.

Three dishes, four people.

It has been three days since he came here, and it was the first time Song Ci saw Li Guolai sitting at the dinner table soberly.

Li Guolai picked out a piece of meat from the garlic moss, and put it across the dining table into Song Ci's bowl, "From now on, I can just leave it to Li Yi to carry the water. You are so skinny, you can't do this kind of strenuous work."

Song Ci picked up the piece of meat and threw it into Xia Mobing's bowl, without raising his head, he said, "I don't like meat."

Li Guolai smiled, and picked up a chopstick of spinach and put it in Song Ci's bowl, "Since you don't like meat, eat more green vegetables. It's time to grow your body, and eating more green vegetables is good for your health."

Song Ci brushed the spinach aside without any trace, just lowered his head and picked at the white rice in the bowl.

Xia Mobing quietly put the vegetables in Song Ci's bowl into his own, "It's not that he doesn't have long hands, he can pick up whatever he wants to eat, so don't worry about him." After a pause, he turned to Song Ci and said, " You will go to school with Li Yi tomorrow, and your Uncle Li has completed all the transfer procedures for you today."

Song Ci has been wandering around with his mother, and only finished junior high school intermittently.But he is talented and smart, and his grades have always been among the top in the class.Song Ci is very happy that he can continue to study now.

"En." After a pause, he turned to Li Guolai and said, "Thank you Li... Uncle Li."

This was Song Ci's first time talking to Li Guolai in three days. Li Guolai beamed with joy, "You're welcome, this is what uncle should do. If you need anything in the future, just tell uncle, and uncle will buy it for you."

Li Yi, who had been eating quietly beside him, put the bowls and chopsticks on the table with a snap, stood up abruptly, kicked the chair to the ground, walked quickly into the room, and slammed the door behind him.

The sound of the back of the chair hitting the concrete floor startled Xia Mobing, a mouthful of rice stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out, coughing violently.

Li Guolai quickly stood up and poured water for Xia Mobing, "Stinky boy, why are you so crazy! I'll settle the score with you later!"

Song Ci, on the other hand, acted as if nothing had happened, and just picked up the rice in the bowl.

After taking two sips of water, Xia Mobing calmed down, "Kid, don't be as knowledgeable as him, just let him go."

"If you don't discipline me well now, after two years he will dare to ride on my neck and shit." Li Guolai patted Xia Mobing's back lightly, comforting her.

Song Ci swallowed the last mouthful of rice, got up, bypassed the chair that fell on the ground, went to the sink to wash his own dishes, and turned around to enter his room.

The so-called room is actually just an original room cut into two small partitions of seven or eight square meters with wooden boards. Each partition can barely accommodate a bed and a small table.And Li Yi's room is next door to Song Ci's.Because of the poor sound insulation, Song Ci could almost hear Li Yi's breathing while sleeping, so Song Ci basically didn't make any sound in the room.

He randomly took out a book from the table, and happened to find his favorite one, Emily Bronte's "Wuthering Heights".

After turning a few pages, Xia Mobing opened the door and came in with a glass of warm water in his hand.

Xia Mobing sat down beside Song Ci, and handed him the water glass, "Aren't you choking after eating so much rice? Drink some water."

Song Ci didn't answer, still staring at the page.

Xia Mobing put the water glass on the table sideways, grabbed the book in Song Ci's hand and threw it at the end of the bed, "If you have time to read here, why don't you think about how to please Uncle Li. The food that Uncle Li gave you Why don't you eat?"

Song Ci showed a disgusted expression on his face, "I'm not like you, I feel disgusted."

Xia Mobing raised his hand and gave Song Ci a slap, "I feel disgusting and I have to eat it! You will have a good life if you make him happy, do you understand?!"

Red finger marks immediately appeared on Song Ci's face, and he stared at Xia Mo and said coldly: "I beg you not to involve me in everything, okay? You keep saying it's for my own good, but who is it for in your heart?" Clearest!"

Xia Mobing's lips turned white with anger, and he said tremblingly, "What do you mean by that?"

Song Ci still stubbornly raised his head, "You understand what I mean. You are cheap! You just can't do without those stinky men!"

Xia Mobing stood up from the bed with a "huh", trembling uncontrollably all over, and raised her hand to hit Song Ci, but she held it back.

Xia Mobing leaned over to pick up the cold glass of water on the table, drank it in two gulps, and said to Song Ci with his back: "Everyone in this world can call me cheap, but you Song Ci can't. Because I am your mother, It was I who gave birth to you in more than 20 hours of labor pains in October, you can't be so heartless."

Looking at Xia Mobing's trembling back, Song Ci's heart couldn't restrain the sadness, but the words he spit out pierced Xia Mobing's heart again like a sharp knife, "If you gave birth to me just to let me live now Such a dirty life, then I would rather not come into this world."

Xia Mobing sneered twice, "Good job, Song Ci, you are really good."

There was a knock at the door, and the room returned to silence.

Big drops of tears flowed down Song Ci's fair cheeks.

He opened his mouth and bit the corner of the quilt, trying not to make a sound.

Li Yi must have heard the quarrel between him and Xia Mobing, right?He must be giggling silently right now?

In fact, from the first day Song Ci stepped into this house, he knew that he and Li Yi were different.

Li Yi is Li Guolai's son, no matter how petty he is in front of Li Guolai, or how Li Guolai beats and scolds him, he is always Li Guolai's own flesh and blood, and will be forgiven unconditionally.

And he, Song Ci, is just a buy-one-get-one-free oil bottle, so what right does he have to put on face in front of his "food and clothing parents"?Whatever is given to you, you have to catch it with both hands unconditionally, and put on a happy expression, this is what Song Ci should do.

A well-behaved and harmless little white rabbit will be loved and cared for.How could Song Ci not understand such a truth?

But, in this case, what is the difference between him and Xia Mobing?

Song Ci should not be like her, let alone become her.

He wants to be a beast with teeth and claws, even if his body is covered with bruises, it doesn't matter.

Rather than being held and played with by others, it is better to crawl in the thorny field.