Chapter 11 5. Sister, tell me, is Yu Yuanfang really in prison?

The day Huang Xiaoshi decided to continue studying, she looked very solemn.She told Mai Le and me, word by word, I will not lose anything that belongs to me! Mai Le and I were on the side, we were stunned for a while, I don't know how Huang Xiaoshi, a girl who has always been soft-spoken, would say such a thing.Some inexplicable, but it has its own deep meaning. Anyway, at that moment, I felt very uneasy. I felt that I shouldn't have volunteered for Huang Xiaoshi so sloppily. For this, I felt more guilty. Having said so much and done so much, the university that I originally chose because of Bai Chu, now it seems that Mo Fan, a little bastard, has been fulfilled.

Mo Fan's class teacher taught Chinese, and many young boys like Mo Fan seem to have insufficient language nerves.So, when his class teacher put Mo Fan's Chinese test paper in front of my eyes, I read it for a long time, my face was swollen, but I didn't dare to smile in front of the spring silkworm gardener. Filling in the blanks with poems on the test paper made me encounter Mo Fan’s impoverished spiritual world like never before. The first line of the couplet: An ant shakes a big tree, and what Mo Fan filled in is: Don’t move at all.The first couplet on the test paper: Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and my baby brother fills in: The turtle crawls by the East Village River...

I lowered my head and said, I will definitely ask Mo Fan strictly when I get home, and assign ancient poems to him every day for him to recite.In fact, I really wanted to argue for Mo Fan, he made a very reasonable statement, the tree was shaken by a gnat, and he did not move at all.Mo Fan is quite logical.A girl who is as good at Chinese as I am has made mistakes before. On the test paper, "the hero is not old", but I said "the charm of the old lady is still there", and became the laughing stock of the whole class. However, in order to end the spiritual transformation early and go on a date with Bai Chu, I had to lower my eyebrows in front of the spring silkworm, the gardener, the candle, and the soul engineer.

Because it was the weekend, when I left the office, I took Mo Fan aside to give him a symbolic reprimand, and then told him to ask him to find me and Mai Le in the coffee shop after school. I almost flew out of the coffee shop, no matter how hard Hu Weile called me "pure" from behind.However, when I came to Mo Fan's class, I only saw the students on duty cleaning, but I didn't see Mo Fan, this little kid at all. Hu Weile called me from behind, he said, "pure", "pure", Mo Fan is in the bathroom, you are in the wrong place! I followed Hu Weile back and ran all the way to the clinic next to the school.After entering the door, I saw that Mo Fan was dressed like an Arab upstart. He looked up at me and lowered his head.

I saw that his injury was not serious, so I was relieved, but I didn't know where the fire came from, so I yelled at him, Yu Mo Fan, have you lived enough?Your third uncle and grandpa, you are really Yu Yuanfang's son!The gene of "burning, killing and looting" really flows happily in your small blood vessels! As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I regretted them terribly.For many years, I have been telling Mo Fan that Yu Yuanfang died.Whenever I see grandma wanting to talk about Yu Yuanfang to Mo Fan, I will be fierce to her, my eyes are like the scene of a fire, and the tongue of fire is flying around.

A long time ago, Yu Yuanfang was a good man, riding a tricycle to carry passengers in the wind and rain, and supported his family; a long time ago, Yu Yuanfang was also a good father, often carrying Mo Fan on his neck, and then holding my hand , tell us that soon, he will be able to replace the human-powered tricycle with a motorized tricycle, and then listen to the cheers of me and Mo Fan; A bottle of Tsingtao beer, pour a teacup for his wife, then use chopsticks to order a sip for Mo Fan and another for Mo Chun. Of course, this was all a long time ago.Now, Yu Yuanfang has become my heart disease.This illness seemed to be the spread of the serious illness I had when I was eight years old.Spreading, spreading, I forgot Yu Yuanyuan's face.

When I was eight years old, after recovering from a serious illness, I buried Yu Yuanfang's name under the plane tree under the superstition of my grandma. I hope he can come back and continue to carry Mo Fan and lead me.I didn't know that Yu Yuanfang would never come back until I was scolded by my classmates at school.Because he raped and killed a young girl when he was carrying a passenger, and some people said that he raped and killed a young girl.In short, at that time, my small shoulders were carrying so many supercilious eyes.This man who is so kind in my life is hideous in this instant.

This crime really embarrasses me, I have been thinking, even now, I still think the same way, if he is blocking the road, robbery, or stealing, how can he commit such a nasty crime?Make me rub hard every time I take a shower, trying to get rid of the part of my body that belongs to him! I kept telling Mo Fan that Yu Yuanfang died.I've told him that since he was six years old.I don't want him to be like me, always pretending to live stubbornly with a humble heart. Yu Yuanfang's name is really sinful.He gave me so much rollicking and sneering and all that disgusting spittle that got on my clothes, my face, my hair.Therefore, when Hu Weile described cappuccino as a cup of spittle, my reaction would be so big.

After recovering from illness, the days when I went back to school were the most aggrieved days for me.Mai Le said, in fact, before I was eight years old, my body was definitely the blood of a lady. The small face and eyebrows were as delicate as they were, and as gentle as they were.That's why she wanted to be my friend since we first met in first grade. During those days, when I was bullied by my classmates, Xiaomai Le, who was also a lady, gave me the greatest friendship and support—cuddling in the corner with me and crying. Later, I reported it to the teacher, but for the teacher as an adult, the disunity among children is not surprising at all.Therefore, teachers use their gentle smiles to face these things that are nothing less than disasters for children.

Later, when I was eight years old, I saw that the "government" could not solve my problems, especially thinking that if I did not overthrow this evil "old society", poor little Mo Fan would repeat my mistakes and endure those disgusting things. The spittle of the dead. So, I decided to save myself! One morning, I stole two kitchen knives and a frying spoon from the kitchen. As soon as the bell rang for the morning self-study, I chopped the two kitchen knives on the desk, because the schoolbag strap was too tight, and the frying spoon could not be pulled out. come out.I was going to yell at them with the frying spoon in my hand, but now I can only point at the kitchen knife and yell at them. I said, whoever bullies me in the future, I will chop him up with the kitchen knife!In order to create a greater deterrent, I said again——whoever spits at me again, I will rape and kill him first!In order to emphasize the deterrent effect of "rape and kill", I also added a newly invented term: "Rape and kill again"!

Perhaps because of the occurrence of the "Yu Yuan Plan", "rape first and then kill" and "rape first and then kill" were powerful enough for these children, although they didn't necessarily know what it meant at the time. Later, I went to school with two kitchen knives on my back. Huang Xiaoshi and Mai Le dangled behind me, like guardians. Later, my two kitchen knives were confiscated by the teacher. She said that children should be united and friendly to each other. But it was hard to hear that "unity is harmful" to children. Although there is no kitchen knife, those children have already understood the "cruel" nature I inherited from my father Yu Yuanfang, and they all shy away from me. This "revolution" made me the "first sister of the gangster" in elementary school.Correspondingly, Mo Fan is also within my protection range.The only regret is that because of poor family conditions, Mo Fan only entered the first grade at the age of eight. Occasionally, he still gets bullied.He ran up to me, with a full face of grievance, and asked me, sister, is our father a murderer?Is he in prison?He's not dead right? Every time he asks this question, I will slap his little head mercilessly, and I say, fuck your third uncle!You are such a big ten-year-old, being bullied by those eight-year-old jerks, you still have the face to cry for me! Mo Fan shrugged his shoulders and sobbed harder.Maybe he is used to being protected by me, but Mo Fan's personality has always been a little girlish. I pulled him behind me indiscriminately, and said, Yu Mofan, you remember, Yu Yuanfang died!Whoever said he was a murderer, you can identify him for me!After finishing speaking, I picked up the bench from the classroom and walked out the door. Mo Fan sobbed harder behind me.He said, sister, they all said so! After he said this, I went back to carry a bench.It is difficult to kill those bastards with just one bench.However, I was caught by Mai Le. She pulled Mo Fan, wiped his tears, and said, Mo Fan, does Mo Chun love you? Mo Fan cried and nodded. She just laughed and said, then you have to know that Mo Chun will not lie to you.Your father is a good man, he died of illness.Don't waste Mo Chun's energy on this matter anymore, she is about to enter junior high school. Mo Fan never asked me this question again.For such a long time, I don't know if he has been wronged by this again.Still, when he was wronged, he would just hide and cry secretly. But today, when he was in his freshman year of high school, he actually pushed and shoved with three or five boys because of this. In order to alleviate the meanness and loopholes when I mentioned Yu Yuanfang just now, I turned my head and blamed Hu Weile, why don't you help Mo Fan, are you out of your mind? Hu Weile rubbed his nose, pointed to the big swollen bump on his head, and said aggrievedly, I helped!Otherwise, Mo Fan would have been smashed to the ground by those people! Mo Fan raised his head, his eyes were so cool, his long eyelashes cast dark shadows in his eyes, as if it was a wound from childhood that would not heal for a long time.He asked me, sister, tell me the truth, okay?Dad... Uh, Yu Fangyuan, he's really in prison, isn't he?He wasn't sick and died, was he?