Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Home

Before it was dark, the door of Baorun's house was lit up with neon lights. In other words, before it was dark, neon lights lit up outside Master Ma's shop.This is the first boutique fashion store in the history of Toon Tree Street, and it is preparing to open in time for May Day. The decoration of the store is in full swing, and the lighting is already being adjusted. The gorgeous colored light source illuminates the small half of Toon Tree Street, attracting many neighbors.I don't know which impatient relatives and friends sent a big flower basket early. The flower basket was placed on the steps, and the red silk ribbon was fixed.Wish you prosperity and wealth.The two rows of blessings are particularly eye-catching.Some passers-by got off their bicycles to congratulate Master Ma, and some even left the table halfway and ran to the shop with their rice bowls in hand to visit.Although the size of the fashion store is small, it condenses the luxury of the times as much as possible, and it can be called a model of fashion.The wallpaper is gold, the floor tiles are silver, the screen is stained glass, the cabinet is stainless steel, and the chandelier is man-made crystal. They are arranged together to emit dazzling and competitive light.A large number of custom-made clothes from Fujian, Guangdong and Zhejiang are still on the way. Blonde plastic models have already stood among the flowers in advance, shirtless, ready to serve the owner's entrepreneurial dream.Neighbors in the neighborhood felt complicated when they came out of the fashion store. Master Ma used his wealth to rewrite the history of Toon Street so easily. The pace, this is the credit of Master Ma, and also the credit of money.Many people sincerely praised Master Ma's generosity, Ma, how much did you spend?In just a few days, the broken room of the old lunatic has turned into a little Hong Kong for you!Some people expressed their remorse to Master Ma, saying, I’m just a coward. It would be great if I resigned from you and went to sea with you the year before last. If I post it, I will open a karaoke next door. !

There are also some neighbors whose mentality is not so healthy. For example, Wang Deji watched the excitement with his hands behind his back, and he didn’t say a word of congratulations, his eyes were full of jealousy. Like a gecko, it stood against the wall, pricking up its ears to listen to something.Master Ma couldn't help reminding him, what do you want to hear, Master Wang?I open a clothing store here, not an echoing wall in Beijing.Wang Deji came back to his senses, tapped the golden wallpaper with his finger, and asked, is the crazy old man dead?Did he die in Jingting Hospital?Master Ma lost his temper and said, go to the next door and ask!My business here hasn't opened yet, can you please say something auspicious?

Whether grandfather is dead or alive, the room he used to belong to Master Ma, everything has nothing to do with grandfather.About grandfather's recent situation, there are roughly two versions circulated on Xiangchunshu Street. One said that he was bedridden in Jingting Hospital, his death was imminent, and he would never go home again. The source of this rumor came from Baorun's mother. The vigorous dissemination of neighbors belongs to the main theme.There is another version that sounds like a rumor, saying that the crazy old man has dug up the bones of his ancestors, and he has returned to his soul. The old man's room was changed to RMB.

Baorun is stationed at Jingting Hospital, unaware of the rapid changes at home.That day, he was replaced by his father to go home. He rode his bicycle to the door of the house, and he didn't dare to get off the bicycle for a while.The grandfather's room seemed to be swallowed by a monster and disappeared. The windows and walls facing the street were expanded and transformed into a luxurious glass sliding door. Inside the sliding door is a colorful fashion forest.A dark and decaying world has been meticulously whitewashed and replaced with a new look, but it is someone else's world.Baorun pushed his bicycle and stood in a daze at the door of his house, remembering that his grandfather was making a fuss about going home on National Day last year, and he promised his grandfather to take him home during the Spring Festival.During the Spring Festival, my grandfather rushed to the gate of Jingting Hospital several times, and he continued to promise to my grandfather, saying that if you perform well this spring, if you perform well, you will be taken home on May 1st.In all fairness, my grandfather's performance this spring was pretty good, but there was an unforeseen event, Baorun's promise became a empty promise again, and May Day was coming, and my grandfather's room was already someone else's fashion store.

Bao Run didn't know the details of the contract signed between his parents and Master Ma. He didn't expect that even half of the gate was ceded to the boutique.Only half of the original two black-painted wooden doors remained, and an inexplicable narrow lane was formed behind the door opening, which was very dark and narrow.Baorun carefully carried the bicycle through the lane, feeling depressed, and called out his mother's name loudly, Su Baozhen, congratulations, you will become a millionaire next year! There was a sound of the pot lid falling in the kitchen, and my mother responded by the gas stove, who are you mocking?We are old, and we can’t bring money to the crematorium. Who is it for?We want to become ten thousand households, for whom?You child, did you grow up eating food?

He never objected to his parents' way to get rich, but after putting everything into practice, he discovered the muddy part of that road, which was a bit vulgar and cruel.After this family was ceded, it felt a lot more cramped and unfamiliar, and the humble and poor atmosphere under the eaves became more and more intense.Borun somewhat dislikes this family.I hate the furniture from the 1970s, the damp and mottled walls, the dim 15-watt incandescent lamp, and even the big green-rimmed bowl on the table.When his mother brought the dinner to the table, he squinted and said, "They are already ten thousand yuan households, so they still use this broken bowl?"Do you still eat fried cabbage with oil residue?Give me the money, I'll buy some stewed beef to eat!

His mother disliked him even more.The fact that he took money from his mother's iron box cannot be concealed.After dinner, his mother came to ask him about the whereabouts of the eighty yuan. He felt guilty and said lightly, can I borrow you?Isn't it just eighty yuan?Looking at you like that, it looks like the sky is falling.His mother asked him, did you get a girlfriend and spend money on dating?He didn't speak, and there was an inexplicable sneer in his nostrils.Such an attitude made the mother feel suspicious, and the cross-examination became more and more in-depth and sharp, are you dumb?What did you do with all that money?To gamble, or to prostitute?He got annoyed all of a sudden, and shouted, I serve grandpa every day, where can I gamble, where can I go whoring?Aren't you rich?I don't have toilet paper in my stool, so the 80 yuan, let me wipe my ass!My mother got angry, grabbed a pot brush and rushed over, and slapped him on the head. I can see through you, child, you didn't grow up eating food, you grew up eating shit!Eighty yuan, lost for no apparent reason, you seem to have taken gunpowder?

Now he seldom goes home, and when he comes home, he still ushers in an annoying night.Bao Run heard his mother swearing at him in the downstairs room. After a while, he turned his gun and began to complain about his father's incompetence and his incompetence in raising his children. The brain is either less or more.The mother's complaints have a mother's style, both angry and sad, with a slow rhythm and disordered direction.Afterwards, the mother began to repeat the same old tune, reviewing her life. She concluded that the tragedy of her life began when she married into this family. She found the wrong husband's family, married the wrong person, gave birth to the wrong child, and made a wrong step for the wrong life. , that is, a miserable person.

Baorun has long been accustomed to his mother's all-round criticism. He said, Mom, you are so humorous.This is the only response.Before going to bed, he found a pair of trousers from the cabinet, put them on the chair, and prepared to change them tomorrow.The pair of dirty old trousers were thrown downstairs by him, and they landed on the stairs. He went to pick up the trousers and smelled the faint smell of rabbit dung on the trousers.He took another look in his pocket and found two crumpled ticket stubs deep in the pocket, one red and one green, two ticket stubs, they were tightly rolled together.He unfolded it carefully, Workers' Cultural Palace, Roller Rink, April 4th, these small words recorded a wet message in a rainy day, blooming slowly, blinking slyly under the light, maybe saying good night to him , maybe just to remind him: leave us here as a memorial.

He left two ticket stubs and stuffed them under his pillow. The pillows at home are very soft, and the quilt is very good.The quilt has the scent left by the sun, which calms him and makes him sleepy.The voice of his mother's grief and anger floated up to the attic intermittently, and after a loose variation, it gradually became his lullaby. A cloud squeezed into the attic from the small window facing the street, floating slowly along the polygonal ceiling, almost within reach.He knew that cloud.The face of that cloud is the fresh and pure face of a young girl with a narrow and arrogant smile.He knew the name of that cloud.The air was filled with light blue mist and the fragrance of gardenias. When the cloud landed, it actually had two feet and was wearing a pair of light green roller skates.He opened his arms curiously, but he couldn't hug the cloud, what he hugged was a mass of nothingness.Even in the dream, he clearly realized that it was a cloud, that was the soul of a girl who couldn't hold her.He got up and turned on the light, and closed the small window facing the street. The clouds were blocked out of the window, but the dream still came together. In the second half of the night, the dream and reality were successfully welded together, forming a huge roller skating rink.The roller skating rink is suspended in the air, trembling slightly, like an oval floating blanket.A group of strange boys stood along the edge of the giant carpet, like a circle of lampposts.The lights were very bright, and he saw the fairy's green roller skates radiating two pieces of green light, jumping on the giant carpet.Others easily climbed onto the giant carpet, but he couldn't.The team of boys on the giant carpet is getting bigger and bigger. They are surrounded by stars, forming an S-shaped route with the fairies, marching along the arc of the giant carpet, cheering all the way. S-shaped fairy. S-shaped pleasure.He could hear the fairy's exaggerated laughter, and vaguely heard the sound of the fibers of the giant blanket breaking.He wanted to jump, jump, jump up and grab the giant blanket and yank it out of the air, but his hands couldn't reach it, couldn't reach it.He can't reach the giant carpet, he can't reach the fairy.

His hands were climbing desperately, full of rage, rage through the burning fingertips, first oppressing him, then teasing him, so his hand dropped, kept dropping.A burst of itchy pleasure concentrated below Baorun's lower abdomen, and suddenly erupted uncontrollably.Such a profound dream, such an angry dream, eventually led to the same result, with a pop.eruption.eruption.When he woke up in the dark, he couldn't help being a little embarrassed and a little scared.He tried to analyze his own physiological phenomena, and the more he analyzed, the more puzzled he became. He heard that the wet dreams of other boys were all related to pornography, but he was different.His nocturnal emissions are always related to humiliation, anger, and even S-shape.Why did his body make a puff on time?It was a crackling sound, and there was indeed a bubble breaking.The nocturnal emission made him hear a riddle in his body, which was related to the soul. He used his grandfather's experience as a way to guess the riddle, and tried hard to imagine the answer.The grandfather's soul was lost, and it flew out from the scar on the back of his head, which is the most common way for the soul to escape.He is different.He suspected that his spirit had fallen from his head all the way down to the genital area.Puff.It was the sound of broken souls, he heard it.His soul is different from others, it is white, has a faint fishy smell, has a cunning and changeable shape, it can change from liquid to solid, from solid to nothing, it can flow, it can also fly, it Escaped from the exit of the genitals.He is not like his grandfather.His soul was lost by the night.No, his soul was lost by her. He was a little tired after getting up in the morning, and the lost night always left a trauma for the day.He came to the small window of the attic and overlooked the street view, and saw the long-lost Toon Tree Street lying in the gray-blue morning light.It was raining lightly on the street, the road was wet, and there were clamshell-shaped round lights shining everywhere. The passers-by were hurrying about, all of them were short-legged and long-bodied, and all had anxious gaits.A woman in a poncho walked slowly, covering the stick of incense in her hand with the poncho along the way, shouting a name, Xiaomei, Xiaomei, come home! The woman's voice was so shrill that it sounded creepy.He leaned out the window to chase after her figure, and recognized that it was the accountant Chen's wife, and her daughter, Xiaomei, was one of the most beautiful girls on Toon Street, so Baorun was curious about Xiaomei's situation, and ran to the stairs Ask my mother, what's the matter with Xiaomei? The mother was angry and didn't want to talk to him, don't talk to me, I don't talk to children who eat shit.The mother ran outside the door and listened carefully to the voices calling for souls on the street for a while. She had a conversation, and came back to tell her son that she heard that Xiaomei had lost her soul. She could only cry when she couldn't speak. It's been several mornings, but I still haven't called my soul back. Lost another soul?He said, Xiaomei is still a middle school student, how could she lose her soul? My mother said, last year it was the old man who lost his soul, this year it's the young man's turn, who can figure it out?Lao Chen's wife said that Xiaomei ate a rotten peach by mistake, had diarrhea once, stood up from the toilet, and lost her soul!Liar, who hasn't had diarrhea?Can eating a rotten peach kill your soul?Can one diarrhea lose the soul?She must be making up a lie, family ugliness should not be publicized, Mrs. Ma said that Xiaomei had a puppy love, and she was made pregnant by someone. who?He asked, who made Xiaomei's belly bigger? Who knows who.Mother paused for a moment, suddenly became alert, and knocked on the stairs with something, why do you care about such things?Xiaomei is underage, no matter who she is, she will be shot! A mother was a mother after all, and he went downstairs to find breakfast already on the kitchen table.He sat down, staring at the pancakes, fried dough sticks and soy milk in a daze, and there were two girls in his mind, one on the left and one on the right, Xiaomei on the left, sitting on the toilet, and Fairy on the right, standing on the roller skating rink.My mother said, eat, it's all made of grain, remember to eat the grain, and then you have to speak human words.He said he had no appetite.My mother said, eat it whether you have an appetite, and go to school when you are full.As if waking up from a dream, he suddenly remembered that his father had replaced him and sent him back to cooking school.He became anxious, pushed away the breakfast and said, will he be taken to the execution ground when he is full?I will not eat!Mother said, are you talking human?The school is the execution ground?Don’t eat, don’t beg you, go to school early, we have already said hello to Principal Wang, you go to his office today, Principal Wang will explain all the things in the school to you. The long-lost schoolbag has long been placed on the stairs, and the chair is hung with a snow-white chef's hat and apron, all prepared by his mother for him overnight.According to his parents' plan, he had to go back to culinary school for a few days and pass the practical exam. After passing the exam, he could get a chef's certificate.Father said it was his future, mother said it was his job.He was thinking about the blue schoolbag, reached in, and grabbed a colorful cookbook, greasy, with a pot of squirrel mandarin fish on the cover.Squirrel mandarin fish.He'd been a fan of making the famous dish in culinary school, but this morning, the pot of golden goo turned his stomach, and he threw the recipe up in the attic with a wave of his hand. While his mother was pouring boiling water in the kitchen, he ran across the kitchen and pushed the bicycle from the house to the street.Unfortunately, the bicycle sided with his mother and deliberately opposed him. Everyone got on the bicycle. When he found that the tire was flat, he went back to get the pump. After a delay of two minutes, his whereabouts were exposed.The mother first found Baorun's chef's hat on the dining table, and then saw Baorun's schoolbag at the top of the stairs. She picked it up and chased it out, yelling, "You child is also lost?"If you don't bring a schoolbag or a chef's hat, what school do you go to? Baorun hastily pumped up the tires of his bicycle.He said, I will talk about going to school later, I will not go back to school today, but to Jingting Hospital. you dare!The mother's face changed color, and she pulled her son's bicycle through gritted teeth. Principal Wang had already arranged for it. Two bottles of good wine and two good cigarettes cost a lot of money.How many times have I told you, go back to school for a few days, and you will get a chef's license. Who cares about a chef license?Not a pilot's license.I lied to you that you are not human. Today, Jingting Hospital will hold a nursing observation meeting. Director Qiao wants me to perform. I will go to the first-level ward in the morning and the second-level ward in the afternoon. I can’t do it without me. Mother was surprised and asked, what can't be done without you?What are you performing?What exactly did Dean Qiao ask you to perform? He rolled up his sleeves and said, what can I perform?Bind people. The mother quickly understood, tears welled up in her eyes, she stomped her feet and said, "It's your grandpa who hurt people, I can't go to Jingting Hospital, your child's soul is lost, lost, lost too!"Tomorrow, like Xiaomei's mother, I'm going to go to the streets to shout for my soul! The mother and son were pulling a bicycle on the street. After all, the mother was exhausted, and her two hands were separated by the son, and she watched the bicycle speeding away.The neighbors all came out to watch the fun, and saw that Bao Run had left, and Su Baozhen sat slumped on the threshold, patting her chest to vent her anger.The neighbor asked, what happened to Baorun?She stared at the sky, pointed to the sky and said, "I lost my soul, it's not fair, our family of four has already lost two souls!"The neighbor asked about the symptoms of Baorun's loss of soul. She was in a bad mood and wanted to save face, so she casually said that he refused to go to school and wanted to learn from Lei Feng.Neighbors said that it is a good thing to learn from Lei Feng, why is it a loss of soul?She stood up, patted her pants, and said, why is she not lost?Others imitate Lei Feng to do good deeds, but he imitates Lei Feng to tie people up!