Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

"Next, I will bring you a solo dance, practicing Berber."

This dance was not easy for me to learn.In the early days of learning dance, I watched the videotapes of masters every day. I was fascinated by learning and dancing step by step.The old lady Pi performed one version, and the German modern dance masters performed another version, but later on, the old lady Pi did not allow me to imitate, she was afraid that I would not be able to get out of those frameworks and dance more successfully.

There were no lights, no music, and I hummed softly to accompany myself at first, but soon everything else ceased to matter.One dance kills all flowers and gives birth to all things.

In a series of frantic, impromptu moves, my soul soared out, looking down at the young dancer in the center of the stage.

Sometimes he soars into the air, sometimes rotates, sometimes he hugs his knees and bends his body, being held in the arms of an invisible mother body, sometimes he spreads his arms, erratic like smoke.The fragments of his existing life are presented one by one by this dance, his humbleness and nobility, his docility and struggle, his misery and happiness, his tenacity and futility...here, at this moment, all express to this place with his body. The world confides.

Dancing a dance with a beginning and an end, there will be no more Yuan Luobing in the world.

In the end, I don’t remember how I stopped. I fell to the ground with all my strength and stared at the auditorium with only one person.

I don't know when Li Qiao appeared in the field, as if he had been standing in the dark for a long time, patiently waiting for me to end the curtain.

Then he walked towards me, his voice was emotionless: "Wipe the floor clean."

Dirty footprints and a strange streak of water on the brand new vinyl floor.My vision has long been blurred, and I can't tell whether it is sweat or tears.

"Wipe the floor clean." Li Qiao kicked me and said again.

The courage surged up for no reason, and I actually contradicted him bluntly: "If you want to wipe it, wipe it yourself, I am just a dancer on this stage."

Li Qiao was annoyed by my attitude, she raised her foot harder and kicked again, but I was still kneeling upright.

One kick didn't knock me down, and the second kick didn't end up knocking me down.He stood beside me quietly, raised his hand and pressed the back of my neck, the strength of his hand was subtle and indescribable, whether it was pressure or comfort.

On the way back, my mood was not very high, and Li Qiao in the passenger seat was the same. The two of us had nothing to say all the way, and there was silence in the car as the rainstorm was approaching.

After one third of the journey, the silence was finally broken, and Li Qiao suddenly said, "Stop the car!"

The car stopped.The man beside him quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car——

"Master! Master, I was wrong—" I knew something was wrong, and tried my best to beg for mercy.

Li Qiao opened the door of my car, and grabbed my collar without any explanation——I refused him, and was dragged out of the car.

"Go away. I don't want to see you again." He got into the driver's seat by himself.

The moment the Rolls-Royce started, it stopped suddenly—the packaged three cages of soup dumplings flew out of the car window.

I was ruthlessly abandoned on the street, and I didn't understand why Li Qiao was so angry, but I seemed to understand one thing, I lost this hard-won job so easily.

Probably in order to save investment costs, the art center is located in a remote place, even farther away from my equally remote home.I was reluctant to take a taxi home from this place, but I didn't have much money left in my pocket.At this time, the bus drivers go home and sleep with their wives in their arms, and the taxi meter is as crazy as the old man's blood pressure monitor.

I couldn't go to the village or go to the store, and I was almost penniless. I walked for a while and rested for a while. When I couldn't walk, I squatted on the side of the road and ate the cold meat bun.

It happened that a big brother in a disabled car passed by me, stopped the car and shouted at me: Do you want to take a car?

I have no money.I waved to that elder brother, you can find other business.

The eldest brother smiled: "I know you have no money, who would squat on the street eating steamed buns in the middle of the night if you have money! People who are still wandering around in this kind of place at this time are poor people. I'll give you a ride."

Although the disabled vehicle was covered by a shed, the shed was dilapidated and the walls were ventilated.The car jolted up, the old engine rumbling.The cold wind rushed over, scratching my face like a knife.

The handicapped elder brother is very talkative, shortening the distance between two strangers at once, relieving the tiredness and panic of the tiring journey.

He said that he is a single father with an eight-year-old daughter who suffers from Down's syndrome. Two years ago, he acted bravely and rescued someone under a wheel, but the rescued party turned his back on him and lost his leg for nothing.

"I don't expect repayment for my kindness, and I don't save people for the sake of getting something. That's right, my heart is quite cold..."

He said that he received a counterfeit one hundred yuan bill a few days ago, and the woman who gave him the money looked very fashionable and beautiful, and she was wearing famous brands. He did not believe that this kind of person who was favored by fate would pay a few dollars for a car with counterfeit bills. Fei, but the truth is that he was wrong.

"I feel like I'm fucking worthless. I bought a pack of cigarettes on the street today and gave away the counterfeit 100 yuan note."

He said that the cigarette seller was blind in one eye, so he couldn't tell the authenticity of the 100 yuan.

"The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the road is frozen to death." He spat on the ground and scolded with a smile: These days heroes cherish heroes, and bears can only bully bears.

I offended Li Qiao, a hero, and lost my breadwinner.I sighed secretly in my heart, I'm really fucking stupid than a bear.

I met this handicapped elder brother so late, but unfortunately we lived together, and after a few streets, he had to put me down.It wasn't until the dilapidated disabled car drove away that I remembered that I forgot to ask his name.After thinking about it, let's call him Lei Feng.Not only did he give me a ride, but he comforted me with his greater suffering—I was not unfortunate, at least I was young and my limbs were sound.

The road ahead is short, and the night is also getting lighter. The sky is like a whole piece of gradually rusting iron, showing chaotic warm colors such as turbid yellow and dark red.After walking for a long time, I saw the bright red sun rising vigorously on the horizon, breaking the turbid world and returning the world to life.

On the side of the road, some wild flowers burst out of the cracks in the rocks. The rare indigo blue color is very vigorous and beautiful.

It was completely bright when I got home, my legs were no longer mine, and neither was my skeleton, only the soup bag was still in my hand.

Before entering the house, Fan Xiaoli's mother suddenly appeared, wearing slippers and nightgown, and grabbed my arm to prevent me from leaving.

"Smell! Smell! Your dad pissed at my gate!"

I guess it's probably because my dad sneaked out to drink again. When he's drunk, he can't control his bladder and urinates wherever he goes.For this reason, I thought about locking him at home every time I went out, but he quarreled with me, saying that he didn't want to be chained like a dog.

"Auntie, there's no reason to pee at the neighbor's door." My heart was half cold, but my mouth was still stubborn, "If you didn't see it, don't talk nonsense. Maybe it's a dog?"

"Which family's dog could it be? It's your old dog!"

"Mom, talk to Brother Bing—" The sleepy Fan Xiaoli appeared behind the iron gate of her house, and just as soon as he got a head, he was scolded back by his mother.

"You asked Xiaoli, and she saw it too. Your dad came in a hurry and peed at my door without saying a word! Here! Look here, it's still wet!"

The walls on the ground floor were covered with a layer of shade moss all the year round, moldy and damp, and gave off an unpleasant smell.Looking at the place where Xiaoli's mother's finger was, I was dizzy for a while, and I couldn't tell where the smell came from, whether it was the smell of salted fish dried in her house, or my dad's urine smell.

Before I could express my opinion, Xiaoli's mother began to scold again: "Your father is not smart, you should either watch him carefully, or send him to a mental hospital, so as not to harm the neighbors!"

Xiaoli's mother seems to have given me an idea, but I can't bear it.Although I seldom call my dad dad, either directly calling him "Yuan Guochao" or spitting on him "old stuff", but I still can't bear it.

"Okay, okay, it's a big deal, as for you talking about it early in the morning!" After walking all night, tired and sleepy, I forced myself to promise her, "I'll wipe it for you with a rag later." Rub, if you still think it smells bad, I’ll get a bucket of paint and paint your entire wall.”

"Just brush it if you say so, and paint the wall next to it." Xiao Li's mother was satisfied, cleaned up that tooth-gnashing expression, yawned, and turned back to the room.

Finally able to get away and go home.Opening the door, I faced the palm-sized kitchen and living room. I saw my dad with his back to me, holding a bowl in his hand.On the dinner table, there was a pot of porridge stewed with overnight vegetables and overnight rice. It is no exaggeration to say that this pot of rice was stewed to shit.

The house smelled of alcohol, and it was a mess as if it had been robbed.The white rice grains were scattered on the ground, and the bottles and jars of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were also falling here and there.Alcoholism is similar to drug addiction to a certain extent. Whenever my dad becomes addicted to alcohol, he will always look for alcohol or money. When I found it, it was as sensitive as a drug detection dog.

I was terribly tired and terribly angry. He couldn't drink alcohol at all. The doctor said that he would drown in the wine tank sooner or later.

The soup bag in my hand was too late to put down, so I scolded the old thing: "I said you're done eating and sleeping at home every day, why are you rushing to make trouble for me! It's the bastard in the jar You are not as fond of pumping as you are. The old horse knows the way, the old cow knows how to lick the calf, and you, Lao Yuan, are the most capable dick. The horse's eye in the front and the asshole in the back are all embarrassing for others to see!"

"You talk to your dad like that?! You call your dad like a grandson?! I...yesterday..." My dad's face was blue with anger, his lips were trembling, and he stuttered every time he was in a hurry. He tried to explain something, but couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Okay, okay, let's not talk..." The plague pigs don't eat, the sick dogs don't bark, let alone the upper and lower eyelids have to be opened with toothpicks, and they can't even move their usual sharp lips.I barely breathed out a sigh of relief, picked up the soup bag in my hand and shook it, "Don't eat that rotten rice, crab roe soup bag, I'll warm it up for you—"

My dad was more obedient this time than any other time, and he really didn't take a bite, and raised his hand and lifted the glass plate on the dining table——

The glass plate was shattered in two, and the porcelain bowl that held the rice was also torn apart. Most of the rotten rice from the pot was spilled on me.

I looked down at the filth on my body, they were like the soft rice that crushed the camel, I collapsed, I cried.I was like a candle that had burnt out the last inch of wick and melted to the ground, unable to stand up again.

"Can't we stop drinking... Mom was driven away by your drunken madness, and if you fall down again, the family will be broken up, gone... I beg you, even once, even once, you will feel sorry for me, Is it okay? Is it okay?"

"Dad..." I called him, the tears couldn't stop, and the crying was very ugly, "Dad, it's so embarrassing to be a man..."

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