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The fourteenth chapter Beichuan goodbye (1)

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    61

    When Ah Huang saw me again, I had just had a good sleep in the subway passage.

    "Ultraman!" he yelled, and then wept.  I thought it was fun, so I went to hold his hand and found that he was really crying and couldn't stop for a while.

    I was very uncomfortable, not used to expressing my feelings so unequivocally.  I don't think I'll cry until I see my dad.

    "Ultraman!" he said, his voice muffled.

    However, I quickly felt guilty.

    I'm really guilty, during this time, I almost forgot about him.  I have never paid attention to the name Ultraman, it is not my name.  But these three words, they gave me forever.

    After he cried for a while, wiped away the tears, his little face was red and his skin was shiny.

    I put my arm around his shoulder to express my apologies.  Afterwards, we walked slowly down the street in silence, like two men.

    Sometimes, there should be no difference between boys and men.

    Later, we stopped under an old banyan tree and leaned against the tree to rest.

    This city makes me feel very safe, but I have a faint uneasiness in my heart, like a stolen kitten hidden in a bag, ready to stick out its little head at any time.

    "Ah Huang, you've been alone all this time? Don't you have any friends?"

    "My former teacher came to see me, and she said that I will have many friends after school starts."

    "The teacher means that you will have new friends in the future. What about your old friends?"

    "No, I didn't have any friends before. There used to be a man named Mantou who always stared at me. Do you know how to stare at me?"

    "What kind of game?"

    "It's not a game, it's real. Every time Mantou sees me, he rushes up, frowns, sticks out his lower lip, showing all his lower teeth, and then presses against your face. If you can't stare at him, you have to give him  Be an ox or a horse for three days."

    "What is that like?"

    "Carry a schoolbag, use it as a horse stool, and wash your face with his saliva."

    "Is there such a thing in the city?"

    "Well. Altman, have you ever been bullied?"

    "That goes without saying. That is, the one I beat to death." Speaking of Zhao Gui, my voice became strained, "He wanted to invite everyone to shake hands when he saw him, and then suddenly twisted your hand on your back.  That's what the police use to catch criminals."

    "He is the same as Mantou. Mantou said: Show me the palm of your hand. As soon as you stretch out your hand, he will pierce your palm with a needleMantou has many ways to torture people."

    "There are so many stupid Zhao. For example, he will suddenly stretch out his legs and trip you. When you fall, he will straddle you, sit on your back, and press your face into the dust all the time."

    "So you killed him?"

    "No, it's not." I struggled even more, feeling my mouth was so dry that it was difficult to even swallow my saliva.  "I was unintentional. I didn't intend to kill someone. It was an accident"

    "That's good, it's an accident."

    But the topic was too heavy, and we fell into silence again.

    Ah Huang changed his posture and asked me again: "Altman, what should you do if someone stares at you and exhales directly at you?"

    "I'll give him a punch in the nose so he won't dare to approach my face in the future."

    "It would be great if you saw Mantou."

    "I think so too. I will tell him: Put your lower lip back and stay away from Ah Huang, otherwise, Ultraman will never end with you!"

    "Thanks. But you won't see him."

    "Oh? What happened?"

    "He has been expelled from school a long time ago. He is so famous that the teachers are afraid of him. I haven't seen him for at least two years."

    I sighed: "I am in this city, and all I see are strangers. I really want to see a familiar face, such as Brother Han, Sister Yuanyang, and some people I have met, some smiling at me  people who have been."

    "It's hard to meet them. The city is full of strangers, if you are a stranger yourself."

    "Yes, I am a stranger. The taste of strangers is not good."

    "How about we go find Ah Xing?"

    62

    When we walked to the arcade near Ah Xing's house, we unexpectedly saw Beichuan sitting on a small stool next to the newsstand.

    I yelled: "Didn't you get on the train with your brother? Oh my god, I thought you'd be almost in Chengdu by now!"

    thep; But I quickly calmed down and had an idea.

    "Ah Huang," I said, "Did you have a dream last night?"

    "I can't remember. But I went to bed and dreamed at noon today."

    "Tell me!"

    "I dreamed that many people came to help us clean up the garbage!"

    I was very happy: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. You want to clean up the garbage at home, don't you?"

    "Of course. It stinks. Besides, the neighbors look down on us. The teacher also said that if we stay in such an environment for a long time, we will definitely get sick."

    "Don't worry, your idea will definitely come true!"

    I pointed out to him the big red bill on the black pile of rubbish.

    Ah Huang rushed over to grab it.

    He put his index finger on his mouth and gave a "shush", motioning me not to let the grandpa inside hear me.

    He said: "Is it true? I have never had so much money. Grandpa is so generous!"

    He held up the money to the lamp to illuminate it again: "Don't fool me with fake money!"

    "Is it counterfeit money?"

    "Probably not. My grandpa's money has to be counted and touched every night. It can't be fake!"

    Next, we quickly discussed the plan for the next day.

    63

    In the morning, we were just about to go out on tiptoe when Grandpa coughed sternly in the back room.

    We stopped, sat down on the edge of the bed, and waited.

    Grandpa came out, very dignifiedly and slowly, pulled a stool over, and sat down opposite us. The eyes with cataracts, like fake ones, rolled over my face and then rolled over again.

    As soon as he opened his mouth, a rotten breath was released and rushed to our faces.  It was the smell of old age, from the lungs, or from the sockets of rotten teeth.

    "The money at home was stolen, one hundred yuan!"

    The old man is going to check his cat and mouse game.

    We don't talk.

    "Whoever stole it, admit it yourself. Admit it, return the money to me, turn right, get out, and leave my house. I will not pursue it, and I will not tell anyone. Otherwise, I will call the police.  Call the school teacher!"

    Ah Huang yelled: "I didn't steal it, I picked it up!" His voice was urgent and high-pitched, like a girl's.

    In fact, he has always had that girlish voice, but we are used to it.  Listening to his shrill female voice at this time, I remembered that although my voice is not female, it has not completely become a male voice.  Before the voice change, I have to pay attention to controlling my voice when I speak in the future, and it must not be too feminine.

    I tried to cough, wanting to hear my own voice, but was startled by Grandpa Ah Huang.

    He stared, and his voice was very fierce: "If you pick it up and keep it for yourself, that's stealing! This is someone else's house, it's someone else's money!"

    He yelled at Ah Huang, but looked at me.  In his whitened eye, more than half of the black eyeball was covered by a white cloud, and the other eye was also very cloudy, the white of the eye was yellow, and there were many bloodshot eyes.

    His eyes were stern and unrelenting, and eager to punish me.

    Bei Chuan was frightened, and hugged me from behind, Ah Huang was also anxious to cry.

    I said to him frankly: "Grandpa, is the money Ah Huang picked up belonged to someone else?"

    "Huh?" He obviously didn't expect it, "He picked it up? Of course not. If it was you"

    Ah Huang gained courage and said loudly: "No one stole your money, I picked it up. The teacher said that you have to hand it over to the school. Let's turn right now, get out, and hand it to the teacher! Let's go."  -"

    We jumped over a pile of musty old newspapers by the door and ran before his cane came.

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