Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

I live next to the crematorium, so I didn't think about the auspiciousness or bad luck when I changed the house. I was greedy for cheap, and I believed the nonsense of the intermediary, saying that this place is actually "quiet amidst the noise".

As a newcomer, I feel uncomfortable every time I go to a funeral. The gongs and drums of the funeral are resounding, and the mourners are more noisy than the gongs and drums.

After a long time, I realized that "noisy and quiet" have nothing to do with "filial piety and rebellion". Those who are noisy are not necessarily sad, and those who are quiet are not necessarily unfilial.

I told my dad, I will treat you better when you are alive, and I will stop crying when you die.

I touched our hearts at night, and felt that I was worthy of it, so the days passed, and my hearts were like still water.

There is no parking space in the community, so I had to spend some money to manage the properties in the nearby community. The advantage is that I don’t have to worry about parking indiscriminately and being posted. The disadvantage is that I have to walk for 10 minutes after parking.

The continuous rain finally stopped, and before it got dark, I helped my dad through a very narrow alley and walked towards home.

My dad probably also knew that this trip was too outrageous, he tilted his head, hunched his back, and had nothing to say with me all the way.

My old husband’s house has poor facilities, and the gutters are easy to block when it rains heavily. Water has accumulated at the gate of the community, like a lake with still water flowing deep.I guessed that the water was deep enough to cover my calves, so I rolled up my trouser legs, took off my shoes, and asked my dad to hold them.I told him, the cowhide ones are so precious, you have to get them for me.

Then I bent down and carried my dad on my back.

"People say that children are the debt collectors of their parents, fart! I must have owed you in my last life..." The water was a little deeper than I imagined, it was muddy and cold, there were places where I couldn't see, and the wine bottle cap. Something like that sticks to the feet through the socks.

As soon as I walked over, my dad moved restlessly on my back, and I heard him say, "Let's go like this, what happened to the next person?"

My dad's brain is good and bad, and this is the good time.I had a tacit understanding with him, nodded and said, then sit on the side and wait for a while.

I went back and forth several times, looking for bricks and planks, and on the only way in and out of the community, I found a shallow place, and built a trail for future generations without taking off their shoes and wading through the water.

Now that you've carried it, let's carry it home, and I put my dad on the back again.The old thing looks bony, but in fact it is extremely heavy if Mount Tai is on top of it.I am glad that I was born in dance practice, and my willow waist is flexible, otherwise I would have been crushed by him.

After a moment of silence, my dad said, "The guy in the supermarket today...is pretty good."

Without even thinking about it, he realized that he was talking about Li Qiao, and nodded: "It's very good, the fare is two thousand."

My dad emphasized with an accent: "You look good."

I nodded again: "Well, there is no comparison among the living, and the gods may still be able to compete."

My dad hit me suddenly, and took my leather shoes, not just as a model, and slapped me around with the soles of the shoes.

I was beaten innocently, and immediately jumped up like fire leaping up the beams of the house: "Yuan Guochao, if you beat me again, believe it or not, I will throw you into the water!"

My dad's turning point was quite sudden, he was more angry than me at the moment: "If you don't let me hold my grandson, I'll eunuch you!"

I know that my dad has always wanted to correct my sexual orientation, so I replied bluntly: "Is it what I want to like men? Do you understand transgenerational inheritance? Your grandson wants to behave like you. There are old and young in the family. It’s the joy of a father’s kindness and son’s filial piety, as for me, I’m carrying a little beast in my hand, and I’m carrying a bastard on my back!”

My dad slapped me with the shoe pocket again, angry: "What virtue do I have?! No matter how bad I am, I'm still your dad!"

"What kind of virtue? I'm not the one who pissed his pants in the supermarket—" Almost out of breath, I tried to calm down, and I asked my dad, "Hey, Yuan Guochao, tell me the truth, do you really mean it? touch that woman?"

My dad is soft everywhere, and he loves to treat me like Lao Tzu.But he was not as flexible as I was, and after being scolded by me, he couldn't speak up for a long time, and only after a while did he say: I don't remember.

I chuckled: "Okay, you old rascal, it's not in vain for me to kneel until my knees go limp today—"

My dad didn't say anything, he just hugged me tightly.

"Just touch it. If you really want a woman, tomorrow I will go to the street and find one for you. I will find one with long legs and big breasts. I will let you push a cart with an old man..." The old man scolded me often Dare to answer back, but his nose couldn’t stop turning sore as soon as he admitted that he loved me. I deliberately joked and said as if I was comforting my son, "One day, your son will have a great future. In the future, if your bladder is swollen outside, tell me Others, you are Yuan Luobing and his father, everyone has to respect you, even if you take off your pants, you won't be slapped in the face, shake your dick if you want to, pee as far as you want..."

There are street lights that are not very bright in the community. I wear a glimmer of light and carry my father on my back. I keep my feet on the ground and move forward step by step.

The night is as cool as water, washing away the dust and haze of the city, and the moon is particularly bright tonight.

Back home, after my dad settled down, I finished washing the dishes, cleaning the pot, soaking my dad's wet pants in the basin, and then turned on the TV to watch entertainment news for a while.

Push the table and chairs to make a place in the small space.Sitting in front of the TV, I pulled the split horse easily, just like I always put my legs over the top of my head when I brushed my teeth.Although I don't believe that I can return to the stage, but one minute on the stage, ten years of hard work off the stage, more than ten years of sweat, tears and blood swallowing, I am not willing to let it go easily.

I usually don't like to watch this kind of news, but today I paid more attention to it for some reason, and as expected, I heard Li Qiao's name before the TV screen appeared.

For a single topic, the title is also shocking-a detailed count of the seven deadly sins of King Li.

It is said that today the TV station had a public welfare program to help children with cerebral palsy. Many celebrities were invited to attend and made a grand appearance. Only Li Qiao, who was dressed in black from head to toe in simple clothes, was nearly an hour late.After arriving at the scene, he ignored the reporter's questions, did not greet the host, and did not give an explanation from the beginning to the end. He just put on a bad face that "women can cum just by looking at me".

It just so happened that two days ago, he just got into trouble and pushed a female fan who came to pick him up from the airport.

Hands to the fans, the fans are still high school students.This matter is too big, and the media criticize it, but Li Qiao still goes her own way and refuses to apologize.

I thought about it, Li Qiao seemed to be late today because of me, although this person treats me like mud on shoes, but one size fits all, I don't believe that he pushed that female high school student, and I don't believe that he is really such a jerk as the media said.

After watching the entertainment news and going out to take out the trash, I happened to meet the neighbor girl Fan Xiaoli who came back from dancing practice, and she called me: Brother Bing!

The little girl had just turned eighteen after the Chinese New Year. She had red phoenix eyes and a melon-seeded face, and she had long hands, long legs, and a lean body.God appreciated the dancer's meal, Fan Xiaoli has also learned dance from Lao Niangpi for many years, I guess Lao Niangpi must be quite fond of this girl's spiritual temperament, and I have seen her dance, she is indeed quite spiritual.

Fan Xiaoli is currently preparing for the No.20 Youth Dance Competition three months later. She wakes up earlier than the crowing chickens and returns later than the homing crows, but she never complains, she firmly believes that she will She became famous in the youth dance competition, and then successfully transferred to the entertainment circle; she firmly believed that she was neither a chicken nor a crow, but a phoenix waiting for the sky to rise.

"Did you decide which dance to dance during the competition?" I couldn't bear to pour cold water on her with my situation back then, what did she say.

"Mr. Xuejing wants me to dance "Drunken Death", but that dance is too difficult. I will probably choose one of "Practice Berber" and "Zifu"." Fan Xiaoli turned his face He approached me, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Bing, let me tell you a secret. I ran into a scout on the way. She invited me to do a show. I haven't decided whether to go or not."

"You decide whether to go or not, but don't say this in front of my old lady. She is a dance idiot, and she expects others to be too. If she knows that you are distracted to record other programs before the game, she will definitely tear you up." s face."

Fan Xiaoli stuck out her tongue, knowing that I wasn't scaring her.

I sighed suddenly: "It would be great if you could dance "Drunken Death Dangtu". My mother Pi's lifelong wish is for someone to follow this dance."

Fan Xiaoli also sighed: "I really can't dance well. I've practiced hundreds of times, but I'm always imitating Dong Shi, and I can't imitate the charm."

After a pause, she said: "Speaking of this, Teacher Xuejing mentioned you again today. She always told us that you are the one with the best understanding and the highest talent among all the students she has taught. Every time she mentioned Your eyes are red, and I can tell she misses you. Why don't you ever go back and see her?"

This problem stumps me and I don't know why.

After I stopped dancing, I really never went back to visit my old lady Pi.I know she has a grudge against me, she thinks I shouldn't trample on my dancing talent, she thinks I should die on stage after being brilliant, instead of running around every day and living like a dog.

In the third year after I gave up dancing, my old lady Pi once took the initiative to come to me, and she brought me an admission letter from the Spanish Royal Gisar Dance Academy.

The world-renowned art palace has bred so many amazing dancers. My mother, Pitou, has a lot of connections so that they are willing to break the rules and accept me in, and even plan to sell the house to pay for my high tuition fees.

Unbelievably good news, but I just asked her calmly, can I carry my dad to Spain?

The old lady moved her lips, but in the end she still didn't answer.

"I haven't danced for two years, and I can't even split my legs. If you really want to help me, don't make these twists and turns, just give me money." I smiled very easily, and said, "I just want to Change my dad's imported medicine, and add a fur coat to him by the way, and the old neighbor will invite him to a wedding, so he has to earn some face for the old man."

My old lady immediately scolded me, to show my short-sightedness and stupidity, she even gave an example, saying that it was reported that the government sent grain seeds for the relief of the famine, but the local farmers cooked them up and ate them up.

"I'm just muddy and can't stick to the wall. Don't worry about me. It's superfluous to tear open your crotch and fart." With a heartbeat, I opened the door and blasted my old lady out.

Almost never seen again.The last time I saw her was half a year ago, when I was selling roasted pork rice at a stall in front of a middle school.

"You know how much it is, hey, I'll give it to you."

In order to show the authentic taste of my roasted meat, I have to utter a few words of Cantonese from time to time to pretend to be a Guangzhou boy who has left his hometown.Just as I was speaking half-baked Cantonese with a girl who was buying roast pork rice, I suddenly felt a group of eyes staring at me not far away.

I raised my eyes and saw my old lady Pi standing across the street.

It was also due to the hot weather, his cheeks burned, and the sweat slid down his forehead.My hands were full of oily smell. I wiped my face with the crook of my elbow, but before I put my hands down, the sweat started to fall again.

In a hurry, in a panic.

The old lady took a child who was learning to dance, and looked at me quietly. I saw the sunset fading on her face, and her expression was like Bian He who was weeping.

"Hey, little Guangdong, your face is suddenly so red."

"It's so hot that it's smoky." I looked away from my old lady's skinny face, and lowered my face.

I have been kicked out countless times by the urban management, and I have endured cynicism and ridicule; I compete with other hawkers for advantageous terrain, and after fighting with each other, I never lose the upper hand.

But I can't bear the eyes of my old lady Pi.

She devoted her whole life to dance, and I was her only blood with dance.

People in the world don't know me as He's Bi, even I myself have forgotten, I seem to be born as a peddler with a horizontal pocket, and every day when I go home and count those greasy bills, I am very satisfied.

"I told the man not to cut it short, but he cut so much with one knife, look, how stupid this one is." The girl who called me "Little Guangdong" just now is a regular customer, and now she has a bitter face Talk to your partner as if you're dissatisfied with your new haircut.

Business is always to be done, quickly cut the cucumber into sections, slice the roasted meat, put the rice in a box, and wrap it in a plastic bag.I regained my strength and smiled brightly, and I flattered loudly: "Your hair is so beautifully cut, I want to go to the street with you!"

The girl was so refreshed by my praise, she took the packaged barbecued pork rice from me, and smiled and said that she would come to take care of my business tomorrow.

After I had been busy for a while, I looked up again, and the old lady skin was gone.The place where she stood was empty, only the dead night after dusk.

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