Chapter two hundred and nineteen The old man under the light
Han Dayan knew his importance well, so he finished treating his wounds, packed up the things on the table, and ran away. This time, the dayan really flew and completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
A week passed in the blink of an eye, and I kept having something on my mind. I started to wonder who the secret agent of Haiyang was, but to no avail. Finally, I thought about it, and I really shouldn’t worry about these issues. Fatty Dai always looks calm and calm. He looked so light, I guess he must have known about it.
As for Han Dayan, I only heard that there was a car accident in the tunnel in the direction of Sanquan Town that night. The details are completely unclear, and Wei Guang also disappeared. I don’t know where he went.
I had nothing to do during this period. I was busy with Li Hao's affairs and taking care of the injured Hu Yuanyuan. Fatty Dai only came once, and then he threw me 30,000 yuan. The meaning is self-evident.
After I received the money, I forced Hu Yuanyuan to ask for his parents' bankbook number and directly wired 30,000 yuan over. Although Zhang Ben was not injured, I personally gave him 5,000 yuan. Of course, , and the money was borrowed from Guan An, so my status with her became worse and worse day by day. If she asked for some porridge, I would buy it immediately.
Hu Yuanyuan is an honest person and can hardly express herself in words, while Zhang Ben is the kind of person who is taciturn, but knows everything he does, so he doesn’t say much. The three of us make eye contact with each other, and everything is there. Not to the point.
At around eight o'clock that night, I, Lao Xian, Menmen, Zhang Ben, Jin Beibei, and Li Shuishui, who kept texting He Leilei to show her love, were all having sex in Yuanyuan Ward.
"Hey, do you know that there is a qigong master named Wang Lin?" The old immortal scanned a yellowed newspaper on the bed of a urinal and asked everyone with squinting eyes.
This is how he is as a B person. Once he discovers something new, he will immediately show it off to others to show that he knows everything.
"You're all fooling people, Master Bird. Let him try it with Brother Dayan. If he doesn't lose his energy with two punches, I guess he won't fart." Menmen scolded him casually.
"You don't understand anything at first glance. How can you explain that you can remove a tumor from the President of the United States with your bare hands?" Lao Xian shouted with a red face.
"Mei Chaofeng, you know Jiuyin White Bone Claw, and you still pick out the tumor with your fucking bare hands, as if you saw it." Li Shuishui also cursed in annoyance.
"If you don't believe me, I'll tell you, I've also practiced qigong, but laymen like you can't explain the secrets here." The old immortal looked at a group of us with disdain and said disdainfully.
"Get some rest. I forgot about the bubble gum I ate when I was a kid. I swallowed it so hard that I almost breathed out of my trachea. Now I can't even take two steps without coughing. You can practice JB." Menmen was like one. A master of anti-counterfeiting among gangsters, he believes in science very much.
"Come here, kick me in the stomach and see who of us gets hurt." The old immortal became anxious as he spoke, eager to express the wonders of Qigong.
"Peng,."
As soon as Lao Xian finished speaking, a cannon kicked directly on Lao Xian's body.
"Puff, gah,."
The old immortal flew sideways and hit the wall, quacking like a duck.
"Are you a fucking tiger? You're really kicking me." The old immortal almost lost his breath and choked to death in the corner.
"Didn't you ask me to kick you?"
"Fuck you uncle, I haven't had any fucking luck yet."
"Then you're lucky. It won't be troublesome anyway. I'll give you another kick."
"On the day you die of cancer, I won't let you pick it up." The old immortal looked at the big feet of Menmen No. 42 and said, holding his stomach.
"Ha ha."
Everyone in the room burst into laughter.
"Brother Xian is very good, his qigong is so domineering." I peeled the orange and shouted loudly.
"You may have farted just now and let out your anger. Brother Xian, you have to tighten your crotch to hold it in." Li Shuishui also hurt the old immortal.
"Everyone, get away."
The old immortal cursed and ran away with his crotch between his legs.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"To the restroom."
"Fuck, this kick at least kicked the shit out two hours earlier, hahaha." I laughed again.
"Beep bell bell!"
The cell phone in my pocket rang, and when I took it out, I saw it was an unfamiliar number.
"Hi, hello." I said with a smile.
"Hello, this is the Taiping District Detention Center. Are you a friend of Li Hao?" the other party said casually.
"Ah, yes, what's wrong with him?" I waved my hand to everyone in the room. They suddenly became quiet, and then I asked quickly.
"He's releasing it today."
"What time is it?" The expression on my face was blank at first, and then I asked in surprise.
"You can release it after twelve o'clock."
"Okay, I understand, thank you."
"Well, come pick me up."
The prison guard said that and immediately hung up the phone.
"Hold,,."
I suddenly jumped up from the stool, startling everyone.
"What's wrong?" Menmen knocked on the melon seeds and asked with a glance.
"Brother Dahao will show you tonight. Fuck you, who dares to bully me?"
I replied excitedly, and then said to Menmen and Shuishui: "For two thousand yuan, call Lao Xian, and we will go to the detention center together, while the others will look after the house."
"He's pooping."
"Block him up."
I replied casually, grabbed my clothes on the stool, and ran outside.
Taiping Detention Center, at 11:50 p.m., the prison corridor was empty. Li Hao was sitting cross-legged on the bare floorboard, arranging his hands back and forth. He wore an old Chinese tunic collar, and his own bedding was not covered at all.
He stared at the wall clock outside the prison fence. The time passed by minute by minute. His palms were sweating, his heart was beating loudly, and the collar of his Mao suit became more and more awkward.
"Li Hao, pack your things and squat in front of the prison door."
Someone shouted something outside the prison corridor.
"flap."
Li Hao, who was sitting cross-legged, jumped up instantly and walked off the plank in an instant.
"Bang."
The iron door was pulled open, and Li Hao bent down and walked out of the cell.
"Will you commit another crime next time?" the guard asked with a smile.
"I will commit a capital crime next time." The objects and scenes Li Hao saw every day were a little sparse, so his eyes were a little blank.
"." The guard immediately looked up at him, then froze.
"Hehe." Li Hao grinned.
"Stop talking nonsense. This place is not for people. Go out and do something good." The guard saw Li Hao's smiling face, patted his shoulder hard, and continued: "Let's go, sign a temporary release." Prove it, won’t you be released on medical parole? When the case is over, you can come back to complete the formalities.”
"I see."
Li Hao nodded and followed the supervisor and left.
"Boom, boom,."
The large electric iron door opened a gap. Li Shuishui, Lao Xian, Menmen, I, leaned against the front of Dai Fatty's Mercedes-Benz, smoking cigarettes, and all looked at the thin young man who came out.
Stars twinkled in the dark night, and the cold wind in the middle of the night blew across Li Hao's cheek. What he felt was not the cold, but the smell of earth.
"hehe."
Li Hao looked at the four of us, with a bitter smile on his lips, and walked over.
"Wait for a long time." Li Hao asked softly.
"It's been freezing for more than three hours." I said, holding my shoulders.
"Snapped."
Li Hao opened his arms, hugged the three of us, and said through gritted teeth: "Send me home first."
"okay."
I nodded in response and clearly felt how hard Li Hao's five fingers were holding my shoulders. From the beginning to the end, the five of us didn't say a word.
As the car drove on the road, Li Hao looked out the window absentmindedly. It was quite quiet inside the car. Even the old immortal who usually talked a lot was squinting at the moment.
Half an hour later, we arrived at Li Hao's house.
At this time, the lights of thousands of houses were extinguished, and the city seemed to be sleeping, but only this courtyard still had a faint light, and there was a gap in the small door in the main door.
"Squeak."
Li Hao took a deep breath, pushed open the small door with his hand, and stepped in. Lao Xian raised his legs to follow, but I stopped him.
The yard is still neat and orderly, with a few strings of dried chili peppers stuck to the snowflakes hanging at the door. It has a unique style of a small courtyard in Northeast China, and it also shows that the only remaining old man in the family has not given up hope in life.
In the main room, an old woman in her fifties, wearing yellowed reading glasses, was sewing Suzhou embroidery stitch by stitch with her calloused and somewhat clumsy hands. Her eyes were already a bit blurry to see. It was blurry, so her index finger was covered with dense needle holes. Some of the needle holes had grown closed, and some could still see tiny bloody eyes.
A finished piece of Suzhou embroidery of moderate size, without borders, can be sold for 800 yuan at the handicraft market. The old man stayed up until two o'clock in the middle of the night every day, and could rush out a finished piece in about 10 days, which cost 2,400 yuan a month. Today it is still a little short. This picture of a horse is complete.
Neighbors would say: "Sister, you're getting older, so don't stay up so late. Your body can't bear it."
"I'm not tired. My son is coming out soon. I'll save some money for him and do some small business." Whenever the old man heard such questions, he would say this with a hopeful smile.
"Squeak."
Now the door sounded, and heavy footsteps came. The old man twisted his stiff neck and looked at the door.
My son came back with tears in his eyes.
"Xiao Hao." The needle and thread in the old man's hand fell on the blanket covering his legs.
"Pfft."
Li Hao bent his knees, the muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled, and said softly: "Mom."