Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

"Teacher, don't...don't leave in such a hurry?"

My heart is wrinkled, and my tongue is no longer sharp.I immediately thought about the most practical problem. My mother Pi’s house has been sold. Originally, the art center rented an apartment for her. take away.

It's sad for a beauty to be late, and she has to travel to different places when she gets old. She has made a living by dancing for most of her life. What will she do in the future?

The old lady said that Wilton should come back, but her leaving has nothing to do with Wilton. She had already thought about it. Beijing will become very cold after autumn. She is getting old and wants to go to the south to join relatives.

I never remember any other relatives in Lao Niang Pi's family, maybe there are, but she didn't mention it.Of course, maybe not, she said these just to reassure me.

After a while, Li Qiao and Yang Yan found here together.The old lady Pi stepped forward to submit her resignation to Li Qiao. She voluntarily admitted that she had caused trouble to the crew and that she was not qualified for the job.Looking at the back of the old woman, I suddenly had a sad premonition that once she left, maybe it would be impossible to see her again in this life.

"Teacher." I blurted out in desperation, "I want to put "Drunken Death" on stage."

For a moment, the old lady was startled, Li Qiao was stunned, and even Yang Yan's eyes widened. They stared at me as if I had said something so whimsical.

"I want to put "Drunk Dead Dangtu" on the stage to see off the teacher, and it is also a new beginning for me personally."

My words were resounding, and after I finished speaking, I said "let's go" to my old lady. I tried not to turn my head back to the end, but Li Qiao stopped me: "I'll find someone to see you off."

"No, I know the way, and I can walk by myself." I pushed him away cruelly, and found that the pair of smoky gray eyes were rare and dull, and the only cavity was full of emotions that seemed to be hurt.It is killing one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. I thought distressedly: I deserve it.

I hailed a car to take my mother home, but the car was able to enter the alley. It turned out that someone from above came to rectify the vegetable market, demolished the poultry and meat stalls on both sides of the alley, and drove away all the rice and vegetable sellers.

A new vegetable market is built not far from here, and the old ones are always eliminated.

I sent my mother Pi back to the apartment. There were parents of children who used to learn dance from her waiting there. The teacher learns to dance.

The old lady told the parent that she would not teach dancing anymore, because she is old, it is not good to mislead the children.

No matter how much the little one cried next, the old lady didn't say a word, just laughed.

At this time, I think of an old woman I met when I was a child.

The old woman was my neighbor at the time, petite and thin like a female monkey, always wearing a well-washed cheongsam, and always wearing the brightest makeup.She can sit in a horse tie in front of her house for a day, her long silver hair is almost left on the ground, sometimes she combs her hair, sometimes she just sits quietly.Some ignorant children think she looks weird, and often grab stones and throw them at her.Although I am not a gangster, I often get mixed up in it.

Her calm and calm appearance impressed me deeply, but also made me frightened.

I once told Lao Yuan about this, but Lao Yuan picked up the washboard and chased me to beat him. He said that when he was my age, this woman was a well-known beauty. He dedicated the first time to the left hand, and he was one of them; he also said that God's will is fair, the more beautiful a woman is, the more bleak her evening scene will be.

I don't know why I suddenly think of that old woman.

I think my old lady Pi should already know.

When I returned to the house where there was no Lao Yuan, I fell to the ground, feeling weak, embarrassed, and heartbroken.

I can't accept the truth that my mother can't return to the stage. It makes me fall into deep depression and fear. I firmly believe that the most fatal wounds and blows to people are not in the flesh and blood, but in the spirit and spirit. It was crueler than what Yang Yan told me.For several days in a row, I hid at home and flipped through some photos of me and my old lady Pi when I was young. In the photo, I just won a grand prize in a dance competition for the youth group. , the whole body is shrouded in holy light, and I feel ecstatic even if I don't move.

In fact, I don't blame Li Qiao for whipping me, but I think he smoked less. He should use shoe boards, whips, and Zhu Bajie's rakes. Maybe I won't ask the bottom line, even in the end I still refuse to give in, so he should keep his heart in his mouth and keep this secret firmly.

I don't have the courage to hide my illness from the doctor. I would rather deceive myself and others to believe that my mother is born with a strange skin, her dancing skills are superior to the world, and her face and figure will always be fresh.

For the first time ever, Li Qiao bowed her head and called me one after another, but I didn't answer any of them, and I didn't play my temper with him—or maybe I played a little.I've been really busy these days too.During the day, I would learn to dance "Drunken Death Dangtu" with my old lady Pi, and at night I would spend the whole night with Lao Yuan. I was so busy that I couldn't sleep a wink, but only such days can make me feel at ease.

To bring "Drunk Dead Dangtu" to the stage again, I must get the approval of my contract company, so I called Gu Yao to explain the situation, and he agreed. The man's voice sounded tired, because I I heard from Skylar that Yang Yan has filed divorce proceedings in the court.

Skylar also said that there is a dance talent show that is about to sign up, the schedule is not complicated, and she wants to participate.

Everyone has their own dreams, and everyone has their own way of chasing their dreams.I don't stop it.

For example, my biggest dream right now is to let Lao Yuan drive meat for a while, pull the girl's mutton-fat white jade-like hands, and chat with others all over the world.It's a pity that Lao Yuan didn't have the good fortune to accept the beauty's favor. When the girl introduced by Lao K came, he was being rescued.

I didn't expect that this loving girl was actually an acquaintance. It was she and her two grandsons who took Fan Xiaoli to go clubbing, and my own sister smashed my head open with a beer bottle.

She actually remembered me, and waved her hand generously after a brief moment of stupefaction, "Actually, I didn't intend to come at such a low price, but I want to see what kind of person can come up with such a bad idea. It's you—do you think I should call you 'filial son' or 'fool'? Did you get fooled by Xiao Li last time!" Seeing that I was about to speak, she immediately added, "It doesn't matter if today is successful or not. , you can’t give me less of the remaining half of the money.”

"One point is not less than yours." I don't care about people's previous suspicions, I nodded at her, and took a closer look at her. I found that she was different from the one I saw last time. Not only did she have great love, but she also had love Big tits, I couldn't bear to look back for a while.

"Long again, doesn't it look good?"

I can't really appreciate the beauty of a female body, so I nodded dryly and greeted her to sit down.

"You're kind of weird. I've seen some people who might not be very filial to their parents. The only thing they're crying at the moment of death is that they're afraid of being pointed at their noses and scolded for being unfilial. You're fine. Why are you so filial at this time? Don't you cry?"

"Isn't this dead yet?"

The girl refused to let go: "What if this can't be saved?"

I had no choice but to keep my mouth shut: "I won't cry if I can't be saved."

"It's boring to just sit like this. Tell me something to make me laugh."

"I have a lot of jokes about Lao Wang next door, which one do you want to hear?"

"Let's have the most erotic one."

I racked my brains to think of one, and said it.But the girl gave me a lumpy expression in return, and I realized that I had greatly lost my previous standards, so I didn't want to talk at all.

"The temperature difference between morning and night is quite big, I'm almost freezing to death—"

Autumn is really here. The night is as cool as water, like satin, like a mortuary where the air-conditioning is fully turned on. I tighten my body and feel myself a little bit stiff, bit by bit weathered, and bit by bit blend into this chaotic night. .

Until my dad's attending doctor came in, I bounced up with a "rub", and I couldn't control it at all.

The attending doctor said: "The old man came back from the rescue, although the vital signs are now—hey, don't kneel, don't kneel!"

After the doctors brought Lao Yuan back from the gate of hell, I finally came back to life, and I was able to calm down and chat with the girl.I thought of a question that had tormented me for a long time, so I asked, "I want to know, is it possible that the bastard director surnamed Qu sneaked into Xiaoli and then abandoned him?"

The girl answered simply: "No."

I frowned, and sharpened a knife hidden in my heart: "So...could it be one of the two bastards at the bar that day?"

"No, Xiaoli went there to relieve boredom, and she wasn't familiar with them. She was very tangled and depressed at that time. She said that she was going to help her brother get an autograph, but she didn't expect the other party to act like Interesting for her..."