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At that time, when going out and spreading rumors depended on yelling, the speed of gossip was no less than that of the current WeChat circle of friends, and the degree of outrageousness would naturally not lag behind.

The aunts who got together to brag at night seemed to be honking a big horn in their throats, and spared no effort to spread the news that "Dou Guangmao is a murderer".

Overnight, Dou Guangmao turned from a murder suspect in the police's mouth to a murderer.

Although no one knows where he did it, how he did it, and why he did it, it is a fact that someone in the town died, and they are only responsible for adding oil and vinegar, not guaranteeing the original taste.

So there are several versions of the story that you can taste after dinner.

Some said that Dou Guangmao's daughter-in-law had someone outside, and Dou Guangmao hacked him to death; some said that someone outside owed Dou Guangmao money, and Dou Guangmao hacked him to death; He was dead, so when he was caught, his eyes were red, like a zombie...

In Dou Tianxiao's impression, there was a period of time when some inexplicable relatives and friends would always come to the house, and everyone would sit around and discuss something like chanting sutras, and every time they got together to eat melon seeds, He will be forced back into the room by his mother.

Looking back after he grew up, it seems that his mother's temper began to become moody during that time.

At that time, he was just over five years old, and he didn't know anything except eating, drinking and having fun. Although he could sensitively sense what happened at home, his family always kept silent about his father's affairs, so he was still heartless. Alive, I firmly believe that my father is a great hero, and even shamelessly boasted in front of my classmates that my father is the Monkey King who can change 72 times, causing a few students in the class who have not yet developed their intelligence to watch TV and shout:

"Dou Tianxiao's father!"

After going on like this for about two months, Dou Tianxiao was thrown by his mother to his grandfather because he didn't have time to take him with him.

At the beginning when he left his mother's arms, he cried, made trouble and hanged himself, but slowly he found that his grandfather's house was much happier than his own.

Grandpa is kind-hearted and amiable. He never beats him, scolds him, or forces him to do his homework. He happily follows behind him and feeds him. Besides, there is a little cousin who is about the same age as him .

My uncle and aunt run a noodle shop in the town, and they usually live in the shop and rarely go back to the countryside. The old man who is over half a century old has worked tirelessly to bring up two little grandchildren.

Dou Tianxiao was in the first grade, and he continued bragging to his classmates with his cheekiness, "My dad played erhu last night and didn't come home until midnight."

Dou Tianxiao came up with the name Erhu Jing. He originally wanted to say Pipa Jing, because that episode happened to be on TV last night, but he couldn’t remember what musical instrument it was when he said it. Messed up the name of an instrument.

The little girl at the same table didn't have a very high IQ either. She blinked her dark pupils and asked doubtfully, "What does an erhu spirit look like?"

"Of course Erhu Jing has two eyes, and her..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a little fat man.

"He's a liar!" The little fat man held a pack of crumbled noodles in his left hand, chewed and said while spraying people in the face, "He's a liar, his father is not Monkey King at all! His father is a murderer!"

The little girl widened her eyes in surprise, "Your father is a murderer!?"

Dou Tianxiao froze in embarrassment, before he could react from the shame of being exposed, the girl blinked again, and asked neatly: "What is a murderer?"

The fat man glanced at Dou Tianxiao, bent over to the girl's ear, covered his mouth with one hand pretending to be condescending, and chattered a few words.

At that time Dou Tianxiao really wanted to go over to listen to a few words, but because of face, he could only stare at him with his neck stuck up.

After listening to the long-winded explanation, the girl looked at Dou Tianxiao in a daze.

"My father is a policeman, and my father told me all these things!" The little fat man raised his neck triumphantly.

This was the first time that Dou Tianxiao learned about his father from others, and the first thing he did when he got home was to ask his grandfather where did his father go.

Grandpa's answer remained the same, "It's far away, and it takes several years to get there. Don't ask nonsense, children, and eat quickly."

Dou Tianxiao shook his grandfather's arm and asked: "Then when will he come back? Why did someone in the class say he was a murderer? Did he really kill someone?"

Grandpa frowned, remained silent for a long time, raised his hand and rubbed his head, "Don't listen to their nonsense, your father didn't kill anyone, he will be home soon."

"Really?" Dou Tianxiao looked forward to it. Although he didn't have any impression of his father, everyone else had a father. If he didn't, he would be suspected and laughed at. He didn't like that feeling.

"Of course it's true. When did I ever lie to you?" Grandpa put the chopsticks on the table back into his hands. "Let's eat."

Ever since the Sun Wukong incident was exposed, the relationship between Dou Tianxiao and his deskmate has become a little stiff, and the girl seems to have become indifferent to him. Sometimes she would rather ask the classmates at the front and back desks to borrow erasers than him. .

Gradually, information like "Dou Tianxiao's father is actually a murderer" quickly spread in the class.

Sometimes even the grown-ups don’t distinguish between right and wrong and follow others’ opinions, not to mention a group of little kids who haven’t even grown their hair yet. At first they hid in the corner and whispered, and when they saw Dou Tianxiao walking by, they pretended to keep their mouths shut. After talking, he became more and more unscrupulous. Some bold and thick-skinned boys even gave him the title of "Little Murderer" without authorization.

Dou Tianxiao was angry and cried once, and threw himself into his grandfather's arms with snot and tears all over his face. When his uncle and aunt asked the reason, they were furious, and went to the class teacher's office early the next morning to argue fiercely.

After that, no one in the class dared to call him "little murderer" to his face, but everyone avoided him.

Gradually, Dou Tianxiao stopped talking.

He sits in the classroom with a heavy schoolbag on his back every day. Except for group activities, he sits for a whole day, and the 10 minutes between classes has become the most difficult time for him.

While silently looking out of the window, he began to complain about his father for no reason, complaining that he never showed up at the school gate to pick him up from school, complaining that he had never attended a parent-teacher meeting, complaining that he had no one he could be proud of career...

He was like a little turtle with his head retracted into his heavy shell.

The teacher's final comment to him is: too introverted, I hope to be more optimistic and cheerful in the second half of the semester, and make new friends.

Unfortunately, until the end of the semester, he failed to make friends again.

In the south in September, the air is extremely sultry. The scorching sun seems to melt the asphalt roads on the street. The sidewalks on both sides are empty, and even the continuous chirping of cicadas seems weak.

There is no fan installed in the kitchen of "Axiang Noodle House". Uncle Dou Tianxiao's face was dripping with sweat, and a large area of ​​his vest and back was wet. When he approached, there was a sour smell of sweat, but Dou Tianxiao I'm used to it.

The uncle took out a crumpled paper ticket from his pocket, and handed it to Dou Tianxiao together with an empty bottle on the table, "Help me buy a bottle of soy sauce, just tell Auntie Ren to buy this brand of soy sauce, there are many of them." You can buy your own food with the money."

For Dou Tianxiao, having sweets to eat when he buys something is a big deal for him. He happily took the bottle, said yes, and ran all the way against the scorching sun.

When he arrived at the small supermarket, he was already drenched in sweat, and his bangs were stuck to his forehead.

The salesperson at the most door was chatting with a man, so Dou Tianxiao went straight into the supermarket, looking for identical soy sauce bottles in front of rows of containers.

"Little murderer!" Someone shouted behind him.

Calling a murderer has the same effect as calling a handsome guy, Dou Tianxiao instinctively turned around.

The little fat man immediately opened his mouth and smiled, pointed at Dou Tianxiao, and said to the classmates beside him: "Look! He really agreed! I'll call him a murderer!"

Dou Tianxiao hadn't heard this title for a long time, and he couldn't help feeling angry. He gave him a hard look, and retorted: "You are the murderer! My aunt said that there is no evidence and you can't talk nonsense, otherwise you will be punished." Grab it and lock it up! You can go to jail!"

In fact, Dou Tianxiao didn't know exactly what it meant to go to jail. His aunt taught him this, and it seemed to be quite effective.

The little fat man was taken aback by what he said, and couldn't think of any rebuttal words for a moment.

Dou Tianxiao managed to find the exact same soy sauce bottle, and picked out another pack of crispy noodles that could be used to collect cards, ready to take it to checkout, when the voice of his deadly enemy sounded behind him, "Auntie! He stole things!"

The little fat man looked up at the cashier with righteous indignation on his face, and several customers in the supermarket cast curious glances.

Dou Tianxiao was not afraid of the slanting shadow, raised his neck and took out the paper bills in his pocket and put them on the table, "I don't have any! I have to pay for it! My uncle asked me to buy it."

"Auntie, he also secretly took other things, I saw it with my own eyes." The little fat man pointed at Dou Tianxiao's trouser pocket without blushing.

The cashier stretched his neck and looked up and down at the little boy in front of the counter, expressing his inner suspicion in a silent way.

"I don't have any..." Dou Tianxiao pouted and pulled out his pocket while talking, unexpectedly something fell out and rolled to the ground.

Dou Tianxiao took a closer look and found that it was two wine chocolates wrapped in tin foil.

This thing is expensive in his world, he stuttered to defend himself, but his little face became more and more red because of those questioning eyes.

"I watched him take it secretly." The little fat man continued to make up the knife, and the students next to him also agreed.

In that era, even the PHS hadn't had time to be popularized in the market, and supermarkets naturally didn't install surveillance cameras. Faced with everyone's doubts, Dou Tianxiao couldn't argue with it, and even suspected that the chocolate came to him after becoming a genius. in the trouser pocket.

He choked back tears of grievance and anger in protest, and everyone around him began to whisper.

Just when his tears were about to burst into tears, a clear voice sounded behind him: "He didn't steal anything, it was that little fat man who stuffed it into his pocket."

As soon as the words came out, everyone's eyes focused on the speaker, and Dou Tianxiao also turned his head along the source of the voice.

The one who spoke was also a big boy, half a head taller than Dou Tianxiao. He was wearing the most popular sportswear at that time.

Perhaps because of his older age, what he said from his mouth is very convincing.

The cashier first glanced at Dou Tianxiao, who had an aggrieved face, and then at the little fat man who was a little guilty. She already had the answer in her heart, and she didn't point it out face to face. She just picked up the chocolate on the ground and said, "Then you have to buy it." ?"

Dou Tianxiao swallowed and shook his head, he knew that the change for buying soy sauce was not enough to buy those two pieces of chocolate.

And even if it was enough, he was not willing to buy it.

The chocolate is gone after two bites, but he can eat the crispy noodles for a long time.

After the little fat man's lie was exposed, he wanted to run away, but the big boy grabbed him by the collar, "Is this what you plan to do after the framing is over?"

"What are you doing! I don't know you!" The fat man waved his hand and tried to brush off his arm, but the boy's strength was too great. He struggled a few times but couldn't break free. The water flowed all the way to the neck like the dam that had released the gate.

The boy was unmoved at all, and pushed him to Dou Tianxiao in awe-inspiring manner, "Apologize!"

The little fat man stared at Dou Tianxiao dissatisfied, then took a peek at the boy beside him, and pursed his lips.

"Come on," the boy urged, pushing the back of his head.

The three words "I'm sorry" were mixed in the trembling sobbing of the little fat man, and it was almost inaudible, but Dou Tianxiao already felt very relieved.

As soon as the boy let go, the little fat man ran away after smearing oil on the soles of his feet.

Dou Tianxiao immediately cast his admiring eyes on the boy who yelled at the injustice on the road.

The boy's eyes flicked past his face and he paused for a moment, without saying a word, he walked to the counter with a cone and two packs of crispy noodles and lined up to pay.

Dou Tianxiao looked at his back eagerly, and suddenly felt a little tall.

hero...

There was a heartfelt exclamation from the bottom of his heart.