Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

I'm sick, but I'm super happy.

The morning before yesterday, I squatted at the door of Fan Xiaoli's house, scraping off the moss and mildew on the wall little by little, like a pig sticking its butt in front of the trough.Xiaoli's mother went out to dance as usual, but thought I was in the way, so she stepped over me as soon as she took a step.

The work of painting the walls is not tiring, but the choking smell of the paint makes one's throat sore.After finishing the new paint job, I returned home and was shocked by the 26-year-old face in the mirror. The cheeks were lifeless and sunken, the eyeballs were slightly clouded, and the complexion was scorched like dry grass and haggard.

The illness was fierce. I lay in bed for three days with a fever of forty degrees. There was always a fire in my throat, which temporarily damaged my vocal cords and made me unable to utter a word.

But I'm very happy.

I wrongly blamed my dad that day, and lost my temper that shouldn't be.I said that my dad used to be the team leader of a state-owned unit. Although he is an official the size of a sesame seed, it does not prevent him from being familiar with the way Chinese people do at the round table.He listened to gossip when he had nothing to do. He heard from the guard in our neighborhood that the guard in the neighborhood next door was going back to his hometown soon. The properties in the community went to restaurants together.

After drinking for three rounds, my ears were full and my face was hot. Finally, someone came to make a quick decision. My dad got the job smoothly-it was quite easy. He could earn 1450 yuan a month by shifting to watch the gate and collect parking fees.I was worried that his body would not be able to bear it, but his temper came back, and he made a gesture of throwing the table, so he had to go.

In my impression, my dad has been recuperating at home for ten years, and I have never been sick in these ten years, either because I am not sick, or because I dare not get sick.The strength and weakness of a person are like the tongue sticks to the teeth, and the tendons connect to the bones. Facing those days that are often called adversity, I struggled to survive, and all the bones in my body became stubborn, but a little bit of happiness knocked me down .

Although I lost my job to support my family, and although the thousand yuan was not worth the monthly medical expenses of ten thousand yuan, I finally got sick as I wished, and it seemed that a voice finally said to me in my mind: You can take a break, feel sorry for yourself, and moan about your illness.

I am sure that I am not a lonely dog, not a grass in the cracks of stones, not a body whose soul has been taken away, the old things in my house still love me very much.

He wanted to take it for me.

On the first day, my dad and I shared the three or two crab roe soup dumplings; on the second day, he cooked a pot of sugar porridge for me; on the third day, he brought home a sack of pears, which weighed five catties Said to moisten my throat.

The crab roe soup dumpling was thrown out of the car by Li Qiao. Nearly one-third of the catties of pears were rotten.

But I'm very happy.

I buried my face in the hot blanket, and comforted myself with guilt and steadfastness: After two or three days of being lazy, I will introduce the spring breeze into the door, and the seedlings will emerge tenaciously again.

Unexpectedly, I was lying in bed until the third day when Kira called me.

Same as last time, Li Qiao wants to see me.

I was sensitively aware that things seemed to be turning around.

After driving for a big star for a month, I was familiar with the business district in the city center. Even if I drove a Chevrolet into that mansion, the security guard squinted at me and didn't stop me.

Others were still standing, but Li Qiao was sitting in the living room.The big dog was lying at his feet, his face was downcast, and he was rubbing the dog's neck with one hand—I thought this movement was a bit familiar, as if he treated me that way in the theater that day.

Being treated like a beast is certainly dissatisfying, but obviously Li Qiao was even more dissatisfied with my contradicting him that day. He slowly shifted his gaze from the dog's head to my face, and asked coldly, "Aren't you very talkative? , why don't you speak now?"

I coughed violently and responded with a broken voice.

"Ill?" Li Qiao frowned slightly, "How did you go back that day?"

I couldn't make a sound, so I had to use two fingers to make a walking posture of "lifting and lifting".

"Walking back?" Li Qiao closed his eyes, and then showed that kind of disgusted look, "I guess so, it's something you, an idiot, would do."

I don't know why this master suddenly changed his mind, so I had to stay the same, no matter what he said, he just smiled silly.

"Do you still want to drive me?"

Seeing that Li Qiao's attitude seemed to be loose, I immediately knelt down in front of him tactfully, and shouted desperately with my burning voice: Thank you, Lord!

The voice was hoarse and rough, and he laughed after shouting. I didn't want this master to raise his hand and give me a thought, saying, are you sick and stupid? I just asked if you still want to drive me, but if you don't agree, let me you come back.

The words were so promising, I rubbed the back of my head and looked at him eagerly.

Sure enough, the man was silent for a moment, and said that he was willing to give me another chance, but this chance was not in vain, I had to drive the car, and I had to go to the set to help out when I had time.

Crew?I was startled when I heard this, so I quickly raised my face and asked Kira with my gaze.

Ji Liang smiled as gentle as ever, and explained that Li Qiao's love for drama has reached the level of obsession, so despite the efforts of the brokerage company and relatives and friends to dissuade him, he insisted on investing in the construction of an art center that will focus on drama performances. The facilities and even the bricks and tiles outside the theater are selected with the highest standards. If he can do everything else related to it himself, he will never pretend to be someone else.

Compared to those big names in film and television who are keen to seek gold in the real estate industry, such as Gu Yao, Li Tianwang only does things based on his interest, and never takes risks and benefits into consideration.The completion of the art center is imminent, and the first performance must be a head start. He is currently preparing for a large-scale multimedia drama "Send Tang". Experts in this field must be invited to check on the crew.

These days, Li Qiao frequently meets with those actresses, just to use his friendship with them to persuade them to join this "Send Tang".As for the aspect of friendship, Kira didn't say clearly, but I suddenly realized that it should be purer than I always thought.

"Although you are just a handyman, I will still ask a dance master to guide you. I don't expect mud to be stuck on the wall, but I also don't want a handyman to drag the whole crew down." Still with a bad attitude, Li Qiao He glanced at me sideways, "It's better for you to be dumb all the time. You smile sweetly when you're not making noise."

It was a blessing in disguise, and the situation turned around too quickly. Before I could recover, I heard Li Qiao instructing Ji Liang to invite his personal doctor to see me.

"No matter what the illness is, let him go back first and come back after he recovers."

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