Chapter 25 Chapter 25 Orchids Kneaded into Pills

Ali said that that afternoon, Bao Jingsheng hailed a taxi and made a big circle around the city.Ali was terrified, he asked him, where are we going?Bao Jingsheng was bored for a long time, and suddenly yelled to stop!The elder brother was startled, and stopped the car with a creak and scream, and the heads of the three of them were bumped forward suddenly.There was nothing wrong with being knocked down, but he was knocked into a daze. They stood on the side of the street for a long time, Bao Jingsheng put his hand on Ali's shoulder, he said, I'm sorry, buddy, is it boring to accompany me?

Ali couldn't figure out whether it was the east or the west of the city. It was dark, and there were many cars on the street, but few people.Allie felt terrified, he said, I didn't say it was boring. Bao Jingsheng smiled reluctantly, and withdrew his hand.He said, you hurry home, ah, poor Ali. Ali hesitantly took a few steps back, and he said, what about you? Bao Jingsheng said, I, what do I do?Haven't figured it out yet.Fuck, find a place to have some fun. Ali asked, what fun are you looking for? He said, looking for fun, just looking for fun, whatever the fun is, fuck it.

Ali suddenly laughed, and said, let me go have fun with you, shall I? Ali suddenly wanted to have fun. He had never had a good time. He told me later, "Damn it, it's always someone else looking for me to have fun, and Ge Laozi should find someone else to have fun too."He said, Mr. Bao, let me go and find it. Hearing Ali's words, Bao Jingsheng was confident at first, but suddenly he seemed to have no idea at all.He wiped the sweat on his face with the back of his hand and said, my God, my young master, how can I serve you?Bubble red? Ali smiled strangely and said, let's find a place where he can sweat.I don't like bars, the cold wind in bars makes people flustered.

Bao Jingsheng took Ali to a side street to eat Malatang.Malatang is actually a small hot pot, but they are all low tables and stools, crowded in a shop, or under the dusty street eaves, kerosene stoves with twenty-four burners are burning blazingly under the table, red peppers The water was rolling and churning.Bao Jingsheng and Ali filled their bellies with odds and ends and a lot of Jiannan 528 beer, sweating profusely.Ali was too full to walk, so Bao Jingsheng said, let's go wash his feet.Ali opened his drunken eyes and said, wash your feet, wash your feet, and I want to wash my stomach...well.On the small street, the footwashing rooms are next to each other, with red lanterns hanging, and girls standing at the door, which are illuminated red by the red lanterns.Bao Jingsheng took Ali in and didn't come out until it was almost dawn.

Zhu Zhu said, just washed two feet? Ali smiled a little, and that smile came from the corner of his mouth.He said that the place that should be washed has been washed. Zhu Zhu froze for a moment, blushed, and said, Ali, you have changed.It only takes one night for a man to fall, right? Ali turned sideways on the bed, picked an orchid, put it in his nostrils and sniffed it for a long time, and after a while, he said, Fengzi, what can a person do to be considered depraved? I said, shit, what kind of degenerate are you.Even if a truly depraved person stands in front of you, you won't be able to tell.

Zhu Zhu said, "Fengzi, you are really crazy. Bao Jingsheng hijacked him and took him to wash... feet... You think it's normal, don't you?"Don't fight with me, if you fight with me, I will be sad.Ali, go ahead. Ali took the orchid away from his nostrils and squeezed it in his hand, pinching it again and again until it became a light blue ball of mud.He said there was nothing more to say.Later, we found a hotel to stay in, which was the Holiday Inn. Across the river, we could see the statue of Chairman Mao in Huangcheng Square.We sleep during the day and at night we go out and have fun and play.Of course, it's fooling around, right?

I said, Ali, didn't you think of calling Auntie? Ali was dumbfounded, and laughed haha, didn't you say that I was hijacked?As a hostage, what else can you want to do? ! There was something savage about Ali's laugh, at least a little bit hard, and a little bit nonchalant.I felt sore in my heart, and I said, Ali, you are really not the Ali you used to be. Ali looked into my eyes and said, Fengzi, do you think I've really turned bad? I shook my head and said softly, you no longer need others to hurt you...you can continue talking. Ali said that when we came out of the hotel for the last time, we saw a man in the lobby who looked like Tao Tao.But he was not Tao Tao, he was a waiter, wearing a red coat, red trousers, and a red hat, with a shining golden ribbon on his chest.He was helping the foreigner carry the suitcase to the elevator, although he was a waiter, he looked very good.I said, if Tao Tao came to do it, he must be in high spirits.Bao Jingsheng snorted and said, this is the only thing he deserves.Later we went to the Furong Building to drink beer and ordered a table of dishes. Bao Jingsheng said, we should leave after we go out.He drank a lot and kept saying sorry to me.I said, what the fuck are you sorry for?I am very happy.

Jingui smiled, this was the first time he made a sound.He said, how do you know that Tao Tao is waiting for you outside the door. Ali glanced at Jingui and said, Tao Tao, how do you know there is Tao Tao?How can there be any Tao Tao!It's the fucking note, and there are reporters chasing after him with cameras on their shoulders.They bluffed and said they wanted to catch the robbers.I don't know how we became robbers!We ran desperately, but when we couldn't run anymore, Bao Jingsheng turned around and knocked a stick to the ground with a punch, and they opened fire... I fell to the ground, thinking that I was the one who was hit by the bullet.I just thought, let me just like this, how good it would be to have a good fucking sleep...

Jingui said that Bao Jingsheng will be sentenced to severe punishment. Ali said, why?What crime did he commit?I can attest that he did not…. Jingui said, you don't need proof, thousands of spectators saw it, took hostages and violently resisted arrest. Ali said it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair,... At this time, the aunt who had been leaning on the balcony came in.Her face was still extremely pale, and I also found that she was unexpectedly thin and tall.She stretched out her hand, and her fingers were also surprisingly slender and slender, but they were as hard and slender as bamboo joints, which were different from the slenderness of green onions and garlic sprouts.She put her hand in front of Ali's eyes and shook it, then suddenly swung her hand away, and slapped him on the face. We were all dumbfounded, and none of us thought of trying to dissuade her.When she stopped, we saw that Ali's fair face had turned purple and black, and his nosebleeds were dripping down, staining the sheets, bedding, and pillows.Ali was breathing hard, as if he was about to die.

However, there was no expression on his mother's face. She said coldly, fairness, do you know what fairness is?asshole! The teachers and students in the bubble had a premonition that since Bao Jingsheng's abduction of Ali was on TV, the next step would be media hype.At least that's what Principal Jiang thought through the loudspeaker. He said that anyone who dares to hit a rock with a pebble will end up in the end of the people.The whole society is paying attention to this middle school student kidnapping case, and every class should pay attention to the media's follow-up reports, in-depth reports, continuous reports, and commentary reports... The loudspeaker was quiet for a while. Thinking.Then, he went on, of course, and blah blah blah.

But then we didn't see blah blah blah, not even any reports.Every day we looked in the evening papers and the business papers, but there was no sign of what we were looking for.This gives us a feeling of coolness and tranquility, which makes people uncomfortable.This is indeed very strange, in this summer, sweltering heat, humidity, irritability and quietness come at the same time.The plump paulownia leaves are rolled up in the hot wind, and if you step on the asphalt road, you will leave deep and shallow pits.Zhu Zhu said, thank God, Bao Jingsheng may escape this catastrophe. I didn't take Zhu Zhu's words seriously.What does it mean to escape, as if he should have been punished, but got away with it.I believe Ali's words, Bao Jingsheng is innocent.At night, I was often so hot that I couldn't sleep, so I just sat up and looked out the window stupidly, as if I was waiting for a cool breeze to blow.Of course, I can't wait for anything.I think of Bao Jingsheng, I seldom think of him when I am alone.I try not to think about what he looks like now, where he sleeps, what he eats, what he wears, I just think about what he said to me before, but none of these words are unforgettable for me.Later, I thought of his hot breath, which was real, as if he was still holding me in his arms, and the places on my body where he had bitten and gnawed on me were slightly hot and tingling. pain.Bao Jingsheng, I thought, what are you doing? Dad's guarding shifted from day to night as the factory crumbled day by day, like a bloated man dying bit by bit.Someone always takes advantage of the night to remove tools and parts from the workshop, or cut away tens of meters of cables. As for the greyhounds, they sleep soundly with their eyes open, which means that they are safe.And there are fewer and fewer greyhounds, and the factory can't afford so many big mouths that can swallow bowls.The director of the factory, the one my father always said he respected as the leader, personally brought his father to talk to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said, you should be on the night shift, Lao He.I can eat enough and sleep well when you work the night shift.Please guard the gate of the factory, just like Kahn guarded the gate of Germany.The director of the factory is still young, tall, strong, with a voice like a bell. He also wears a suit and tie in hot weather, and is a famous football fan.Poor my father, he doesn't even know who Kahn is. He used to only know how to guard the warehouse, but now he only knows how to guard the factory gate.The factory manager's words made his face turn red.He stood up, stood at attention, gave a military salute tremblingly, and said, please rest assured, chief. The factory manager smiled, then patted my father on the shoulder, and said, take a rest, please take a rest. That night, my father blocked a worker who was carrying a grinding wheel at the factory gate.He said, put things back.The worker was bearded and bare-chested. Under the street lamp, the sweat on his chest glistened like lard.While talking, the father pointed his baton at the grinding wheel on his shoulder, and added very gently, put it back and you will be fine. Beard muffled, I can put the grinding wheel back, and you will pay for my daughter's tuition and fees? Dad said, I have no money to pay you, and my daughter has to pay tuition and miscellaneous fees. The bearded man said, then get out of the way, and be careful not to hit your instep. But Dad refused to let him, and beat the grinding wheel on his shoulder rhythmically with his baton.The sound of the grinding wheels was much better than their voices.Moreover, it was a humid and hot night, and immediately many idlers gathered around, all workers and family members of the factory, all with smiles on their faces, to see how it would end. The bearded man turned sideways and bumped into his father. He was so burly and heavy with the weight of the grinding wheel, how could his father bear it? He staggered for a while, but finally did not fall down.He swung his baton sideways and poked at the bearded chest.There was a curly hair on the bearded chest, soaked in black sweat, as terrible as wild boar bristle.The baton slid away as soon as it was poked on it, like an old lady with small feet who couldn't stand still, and the crowd of onlookers laughed.The bearded man was very upset, so he put the grinding wheel on the ground carefully, and said, Damn X, mind your own business!He punched my dad hard in the stomach.My father covered his stomach and knelt down with great difficulty.He said, damn it, the factory director wants you to take care of it!He raised his feet again and stepped on the top of my father's gray-haired head, and my father slowly fell down on his back. The crowd buzzed, and an old woman who was still grinning just now turned blue with anger. She rushed in and grabbed the bearded man's arm, saying, there is no kingly law!Come and hit me!Come and hit me!As soon as the bearded man shook his hand, the old woman's hand was shaken off.She called again, called, called 110!Don't let him get away! The bearded man didn't run away, he let out a long sigh, squatted down in the shadow of the tree, lit a cigarette, and smoked sullenly. Dad got up, with ash on one end and mud on the other, he said, don't call the police, don't call the police.Let him go, he won't do this kind of thing again, right? The bearded man put out the cigarette butt with his thumb, straightened up and left.The onlookers were silent, and no one said anything. When my father told me about this matter, he was very calm.He was smoking a cigarette, sitting on the old rattan chair in the center of the room, letting the fan whine on him.I have never been able to figure out why this wicker chair is always placed in the center?And Dad only smoked at home, one after another.I said, Dad, is this a habit in the army?Dad smiled and said, it's my habit. I asked him again, how to deal with that beard?Dad said, what to deal with?Who will handle it?Nothing will be done. I suddenly felt that my father was great.What does he not know?When the factory manager heard that his father was injured in the factory, he called his mobile phone to express condolences, and I answered the call.Through the microphone, I can smell the pungent smell of alcohol.I said, he's fine, he went to drink, to sing after drinking, and to take a sauna after singing.Thank you for always thinking of him.I hung up the phone.Father just sat on the old wicker chair and smoked without saying a word. It's been a long time since we talked about Mom.Because when we talk about my mother, she feels even more distant.She started to remit money to her family, usually for a month, but sometimes for half a month, and sometimes every three days.She stopped calling or writing letters, and the rhythm of remittances was just like her mood, with a period of calm and a period of toss.Money orders were never drawn, and Dad kept them in an aluminum lunch box next to his pillow.I never asked how much money I had. I asked once, and my father said, if you want to spend money, you can get it yourself, and don't let me see it. Oh, you say, what more can I ask? That night, I told my father about Bao Jingsheng and Ali.I don't know why I told him, probably because we have to talk about something together.He told about his beating, and it seemed like I was paying him back.As I was talking, I saw my father hanging his head on his chest, as if he had fallen asleep, only the fan was still whining.I hesitated for a moment, should I continue the story, but my father said, "Let's talk."I continued to talk, and when I finished, I said, Dad, will Bao Jingsheng be all right?This question, even I feel baffled.I asked Dad, what does Dad know? Dad raised his eyelids, the cigarettes in his fingers were all burnt to ashes, twisted into a curved gray worm, and the thin ash was slowly falling down.He looked at the soot and did not flick it.Dad said a foul language, which is a common phrase in the army, so it is not considered a foul language.He said, Damn × Chaotian! I think dad is really great. *part eleven Ali is actually not Ali anymore, because he is no longer wearing Lee, which is a brand we don't recognize at all. He looks more casual, but it makes us feel unfamiliar.Even Song Xiaodou couldn't understand the foreign codes on his clothes. Once she squinted her eyes, stared at the codes, moved her lips, trying to read them out, but she never succeeded.With a rare smile, she said, it was neither British nor American.Ali, are you bigger?