Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

Something happened to my dad.

As mentioned earlier, I have a deep hatred for drunkards. This is not Li Bai's fault, but my father's.

Before the reform of the state-owned enterprise system, my dad held the iron rice bowl that everyone envied. When he was at his best, he went out to socialize with the factory leaders all day long. Not knowing that he was just a shield in front of the wine table, he thought he was the biggest capable person in the world.

At that time, my dad drank so much every day that he would carry me on his shoulders when he was happy, and treat me like a cow.

My mother is not stupid, she ran away with others after being beaten too much.

What used to be a family of three has turned into two men, the old and the young, staring at each other. The stove is always cold and the house is always in chaos. A piece of divorce papers took away a woman who could hold up half the sky at home. Growing old, no one accompanied anyone to see through the scenery.

Unexpectedly, misfortunes never come singly, the calls for state-owned enterprise reform are deafening, the iron rice bowl that guarantees income from droughts and floods disappeared overnight, and my dad also broke down from drinking.

There was a serious problem with the liver, but he had another stroke.The doctor told me, who had just entered junior high school, that my dad's ventricles were enlarged, and it was suspected that he had early Alzheimer's disease.

It's just such an old thing with a vague mind, still addicted to alcohol, and he often gets confused about it.

Just now a stranger hung up on me, saying that my dad was stealing alcohol in his supermarket, and after being discovered by a lady, he took off his pants and acted wildly on the spot. His behavior was extremely bad.

There was a rare big customer sitting next to me, but the person on the other end of the phone threatened me that if I didn’t show up right away, the security guards in the supermarket would have to turn my dad to the police station and sue him for molesting women.

After stopping the car, he no longer cared about Li Qiao in the passenger seat, and hurriedly plunged into the rain, and stepped into the supermarket in a few steps.

The manager of the supermarket spoke politely and took me to see the scene where my dad made trouble.The wine bottles on the shelf were pushed down a whole row, and the ground was full of yellow stains and glass shards that stabbed people to death.When the other party counted my father's misdeeds, my face was calm but my eyes turned black. I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I sneaked a glimpse of the price.

Fortunately, it's only six yuan and a bottle of extra rice.

"It's such a mess, you can't do without calling the police, right?" The supermarket manager pointed to the mess on the ground, raised the two thick eyebrows on his small eyes, and showed a "what do you think?" expression on his face.

What else can I do?I'll do it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my dad is sick, and his mind is not clear. I will pay for how much I smashed!" I put on a smiley face, nodded and bowed down to apologize to others, the manager of the supermarket snorted, and his eyes were still pointing to the ground: " Just now our cleaning aunt's hand was scratched, this place..."

"I'll sweep, I'll sweep!" I understood, and immediately answered, "Let auntie rest, give me a mop and dustpan, and I will sweep!"

The people in the supermarket brought me a broom and a rag, and took my dad out of the security room.

My dad was pushed and shoved by a security guard and brought him to me. He came tremblingly, and lowered his head as if admitting his mistake when he saw me.And the woman whose ass was grabbed by him followed behind him, looking at 35, her face was unevenly pink, her body was colorful, and she yelled at me when she saw me.

"Why is your father so shameless at this age! There is no woman in the house, right? He will touch anyone and even take off his pants!"

The woman was plump and had a strong voice. The shoppers in the supermarket were all attracted by her unyielding attitude, and heard her open her mouth and say "old stuff" and shut her mouth with "shameless".

"If you're crazy, you should be chained at home, and it's wrong to come out and make trouble..."

"I can do this, it seems that my son is not filial..."

The excitement of the onlookers is no big deal, and the people around quickly joined the crusade camp, as if they had witnessed an alcoholic old man molesting a young woman—the malicious words came from all directions, I pretended not to hear them, and let them scold Finger poking, let the laughter collide, just knelt on the ground and buried in cleaning, while wiping off the wine, cleaning up the glass residue.

My dad is not far from me, but I think he's embarrassing me in public, so I deliberately don't make eye contact with him.Guessing that the manager of the supermarket thought I was being lazy, he coughed softly, and pointed at my dad leisurely: "There, there are still a lot of broken glass there."

When I was sweeping to my dad's feet, I suddenly smelled a foul smell. Following the smell, I straightened my back and found that my dad was standing in front of me, his dark blue trousers were stretched from the crotch. wet to the ankles.

Under the scolding of the crowd, he became incontinent.

Then he pulled my hair, and seeing me looking at him, he shook his dry lips and explained in a low voice: "Touch, touch...not touch..."

The pale light shone on an unarmed old man in the rumors. He had thick brows and white crowns, and his face was lined with lines. He stood in this place at a loss, like a chewed joke, like a mouthful of spitted phlegm.I saw a few blood marks on my dad's face, and immediately thought that the woman must have slapped him a few times in anger after she thought she was touched.

My whole body became hot in an instant, while the woman behind me was still shouting loudly——

"Do you think this old thing is shameless—"

"You don't take a piece of feces and urine to take care of yourself. With your behavior, my dad touches you?"

I stood up, straightened my back, and wished I could spit all the filth in the world on her face: "You old widow is in love, the old bitch is in love, I know you by looking at your irregular menstruation face How long have you been dry! When you see a man, you split your legs, but no one does it! I think your face is uglier than a bitch, and your armpit smell is stronger than that of a sow. It’s not enough for you to chop your man’s coffin and touch yourself. Now it’s coming again Blackmail my dad, you don't feel ashamed of such a big face, I'm so fucking ashamed!"

"You dare to swear again?! If you swear at me again, I will immediately call the police and arrest your father. Do you believe it?!" The woman seemed to be irritated by me, and she rushed forward to scratch my face.

There are also men who claim to be sympathetic to women and want to stand up for this woman, and the supermarket is in a panic.

Facing the fists and feet stretched out, I had only one thought: to protect my dad.

Suddenly, someone yelled in the chaos, as if they had been sacked, and everyone fell silent.

"Li Qiao! Isn't this Li Qiao!"

I don't know when Li Qiao appeared in the crowd. I was surprised that he took off his sunglasses and revealed his identity.

"Master, you're here! It's good that you're here!"

I didn't have time to be dazed, I grabbed my dad, half instinctively and half pretending to be a tiger, I kept hiding behind Li Qiao——

After all, he is a well-known big star, and with a few words, he calmed down the excited everyone.

"I don't know how to determine the behavior of beating others in a gang. I just want to ask everyone, are you going to talk to my legal counsel, or come and take a photo with me."

Then the people in the supermarket swarmed over her, and Li Qiao took pains from the beginning to the end, with a charming smile on her face all the time.

Someone even handed me their phone to take a group photo of them.

Seen from other people's lens, this man is a crane among chickens, so pretty.

Maybe it was because I pretended to be close to Li Qiao, when I left, the manager of the supermarket didn't ask me for a penny, but even apologized, nodding and bowing like before.

Helping my dad to leave the place of right and wrong, I almost knelt down on the spot for this big star who made a move out of righteousness. I was chattering and thanking Dade all the way, but he was sullen and didn't say a word.

Stopping in front of my Chevrolet, thinking of the group of passers-by who were content to take a photo with their idol just now, I couldn't help but take out my phone and said to Li Qiao, "Can I take a photo with you?"

Before Lai Qiao could nod his head, I turned on the selfie mode of my phone, and hugged his shoulder while talking to myself, but I didn't expect the other party to push me suddenly. I was unsteady and almost fell to the ground.

"Why did you take a picture with me?"

Under the sunlight, it was only now that this person's eyeballs were lighter in color than ordinary people's, not the warmer and more common amber color, but a cool smoky gray.

This question came out of nowhere, I didn't expect such a simple request to be rejected, and I didn't know how to answer it for a while.

"Take a photo and tell the next passenger, you know Li Qiao, you know him very well, he begged you to make a movie, but you refused?"

"I... don't need to say that..."

"Then, is it necessary for you to call yourself the champion of the No.17 Youth Dance Competition?"

One sentence made me feel cold from the head to the soles of my feet, but there was an inexplicable fire in my chest.The person's gaze was too annoying, so I turned it back even harder and told him, "I can dance, I dance very well."

Faced with my serious answer, Li Qiao actually smiled, with a radiant smile, showing all her white teeth, making people dizzy.

After laughing enough, he said, the champion of the No.17 Youth Dance Competition is named Yang Yan, and I have known her for many years.

"People who live down-to-earth are not sad even in adversity, but people like you—" After a meaningful pause, Li Qiao took out his sunglasses and put them on again, raised his hand and patted my Chevrolet, "Have a good time Your car, Yuan Luobing."

This man actually remembered my name, but I clearly saw his eyes behind the sunglasses, with contempt mixed with disgust, like a pinch of mud on the sole of a shoe.

Before leaving, Li Qiao greeted my dad politely, called him "uncle", and told him to take care of his health.

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