make you angry, a little happy

He An was a tall lad with a naturally broad frame standing in front of Zhang Zhao, his shoulders protruding so much.But standing opposite Zhang Zhao, he seemed to be the short one.

Because he doesn't like to look up.The family's financial conditions are not good, like a deep scar, carved into He An's taciturn character.

I don't know when it started, but He An realized that he was different from other children in the class.When he was very young, he didn't think so, and everyone was the same.Until the third and fourth grades of eating, drinking, and playing, the lively and active He An stopped talking, because someone in the class scolded him with one word.

poor.

In that year, poverty became a child's nightmare, and the once simple happiness became an unattainable dream.In the class, he no longer dared to laugh, and no longer rushed to raise his hands to speak. He hated the spring outing and autumn outing that other students were looking forward to.Along with the inferiority complex brought about by poverty, the most terrible thing happened. He An's grades plummeted, and he gradually became the bottom of the class.

He prefers to be at school than to go home.Because the campus is spacious enough, the home is too small.He doesn't dislike his parents' jobs, and sanitation workers are not shameless, but their wages are pitifully low.

It was not until recent years that the country paid more attention to urban cleanliness and raised the wages and benefits of sanitation.It was really hard ten years ago.

Even so, He An insisted on practicing shot put.In a bad mood, he went to the playground to throw the ball, his test scores were too low, he went to the playground to throw the ball, he didn’t want to go home to do his homework, he still went to the playground to throw the ball... Sports brought him a sense of accomplishment far greater than money, and let a child with low self-esteem find happy.

But when he was sprinting in the first year of high school, others began to improve, and his grades were more stable than rocks, really stable.Seeing that there are still 9 months left for the physical examination, He An still hasn't rushed through the hurdle of the second year of junior high school.Not to mention the disappointment of the head coach, he himself wondered, what went wrong, is this a heaven-sent mission?

In the real world, there are not so many heavens, and the answers are ruthless. You are not qualified to take the physical examination of the college entrance examination.

"Brother Zhao, something happened to my dad." He An didn't want to lie to Zhang Zhao, and he was just two brothers with all his heart and soul, "My dad went out to work in the early morning and beat someone else's pitbull to death. Now they want my family to pay money , just ask for 20, I..."

Zhang Zhao's ears are not very good recently, and he often has auditory hallucinations. There is always Su Xiaoyuan's writing rustling, and now he thinks he is hearing hallucinations again. "Don't be so fucking funny, how could your father beat Bit to death at such a small size."

He An's parents are not tall, but he is tall and strong, like fertilizer.It's actually been practiced like crazy. "No, it was my dad who beat me to death. They were sweeping the streets in the morning, and a man was walking his dog in the neighborhood. For some reason, the dog went crazy, and jumped out of the yard and bit my dad and a coworker... Zhao Brother, you know about pitbulls, that thing...that thing bites people and doesn't let go, in the summer, my dad's coworker's calf still has two holes through his trousers..."

"Damn! Then the fucking idiot doesn't tie the dog!" Zhang Zhao saw the big beads of sweat rolling down He An's forehead before he believed it was true, "Where's your dad! Did your dad bite the dog?" !"

Zhang Zhao doesn't know the character of Pitbull because he owns a dog. That kind of dog is not particularly fierce, but most of the people who raise that kind of dog teach Pitbull to be fierce, and the bite force is amazing.This is like biting an adult. If a child is a child, the leg bone will be broken in one bite.

"My dad and the others have a car!" He An was referring to the sanitation cleaning truck. "There was a shovel in the car. My dad was in a hurry, so he picked up the shovel and beat the dog. He might be really anxious and frightened." ..." He An was still wearing the school uniform and white sneakers of No. [-] Middle School, obviously something happened when he was planning to go to school, "I just fucking shot him to death!"

"Dead?" Su Xiaoyuan was terrified when he heard that Pai died, his left leg went limp and he sat down on the sofa directly.

Zhang Zhaodun stayed where he was: "Then what about your father? If you shoot him to death, you will kill him. It's reasonable for him not to tie the dog!"

He An's troubles are hard to describe, and his family is stupid, and they are run on everywhere. "If it's really that simple, I'll borrow money and let's settle this matter first. That person took a short video, but I don't know where to post it. As a result, my dad has been fleshed out, and many dog ​​lovers are looking for work units." The door is gone..."

"Wait a minute, don't worry, I'll try to figure it out..." Zhang Zhao confused him by talking nonsense, "Your dad killed his dog to save his co-workers, right? Mom doesn't blame your dad!"

"Ah, yes, my dad's co-worker went to the third-class hospital to get a rabies injection. On the calf..." He An pointed a finger, "Such a big hole, two! The doctor said there is a tear on the bottom..."

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't sit still anymore, he was clearly a bully. "Tear wound... I understand the wound on the leg. It must be that the dog shook his head when he bit someone. It looked like a small wound. The subcutaneous tissue was completely torn off, and the muscle wound was very large... It will take a long time to recover. Not good... Walking will be affected. Let your dad make it clear to those people. "

"You haven't been bitten by a dog before, have you?" Zhang Zhao's heart twitched violently, as if he felt what it felt like to be torn.

"Ah? I... I don't have one." Su Xiaoyuan hurriedly took it back, fearing that he would reveal it. He used to walk badly, so he often thought about it and knew a lot about the injuries that affected his walking. "I've also heard people say... why? An, don't worry, Zhang Zhao must have a solution."

Originally, it was just a casual sentence, but Su Xiaoyuan wanted to throw the topic to Zhang Zhao and bypass his own flaws.But when Zhang Zhao heard it, his heart was hot and hot, he committed a crime, and wanted to be a powerful person.

"Yes, don't worry, I'm here!" Zhang Zhao continued to give He An some ideas, "It means that your father saved someone, and then someone framed him. Now that person wants your family to pay money?"

He An nodded uneasily: "Yes... said that the dog at home is only a race dog, a breed dog, and it cost hundreds of thousands of dollars. Don't you know my dad? What can he say? Just I can say that I am a street sweeper, but I can't get it out. They put the dead dog directly at the door of my dad's unit, with a big hole in his head, and insisted on asking for an explanation. My dad had no choice but to ask how much the compensation would be, and they said... "

"20!" Zhang Zhao's eyes were blazing, "Your father is sick, and if you ask me how much you will pay, you won't be paid a dime! Now, where is your father!"

"At work, I was blocked by them and refused to leave. There are many people here." He An didn't answer the phone because he didn't want to bother his brothers. No matter how good Zhang Zhao and Chang Zi are on weekdays, they are the same as themselves. Asshole thing, "His wife came back with me. At noon, I said that the family couldn't make it up, so I had to go get it. Didn't I just borrow some from relatives..."

"Borrowing money from your uncle! You're a shot put, aren't you!" Zhang Zhao was so angry that he wanted to poke his forehead, "Just you, Bai Chang, who is so big, who would dare to touch your father in a fight?" mom!"

"My mother stopped it." He An had no choice but to make the matter worse, which would be worse for a family like his own. "My mother said, let me borrow money to avoid disaster, and let me borrow money to make up for it. 10..."

"Come on! When will that person come?" Zhang Zhao anxiously touched the phone, but there were too many sundries in the sports bag, so he couldn't touch it at once.He thought of Su Xiaoyuan's watch, with a snow-blue wristband, like a little girl.

"Hey, why are you grabbing my hand!" Su Xiaoyuan was helping He An think of a way, "You look like a..."

"A rascal, right?" Zhang Zhao wrapped his arms around his wrist, instinctively going astray.

It's really thin, and it has a wrap-around effect.The thin blood vessels on the wrist, blue, spread to his palm.

It really goes well with snow blue.Bah, bah, bah, Zhang Zhao hurriedly pulled back his wandering thoughts: "Don't move, let me see what time it is..."

Su Xiaoyuan doesn't like too much physical contact with the same sex, but Zhang Zhao is very fond of hands and feet, and always makes troubles that make him unprepared. "Before 7:20, let me go first... It's shameful to keep talking like this."

"Don't let him even touch it, what's wrong." Zhang Zhao let go of him resentfully, and asked He An again, "Did that man say when he will come?"

"I didn't say..." He An was carrying a shoulder bag with the RMB just taken out, "Brother Zhao, can you really help me?"

"Yes, I can." Zhang Zhao glanced at Su Xiaoyuan, couldn't bear his grumbling, couldn't bear his jerky walk, and couldn't bear his sissy reluctance to be touched, but made a mistake, desperately reminiscing about what happened to him just now. That sentence Zhang Zhao must have a way, "The three of us will wait in the room, and the brothers will be able to break the blood if they work together!"

"Yes!" Su Xiaoyuan also clenched his fists, even though he knew that he couldn't do anything.

The three of them waited in the room until almost 9 o'clock. Zhang Zhao was afraid that Su Xiaoyuan would not be able to finish his homework, so he asked He An to turn on the headlights and find a place for him to write the paper first.

"Is this the only headlight in your house?" After so many visits, Zhang Zhao felt that the room was dark for the first time, "Where's the desk lamp?"

"The desk lamp has long been suffocated, and I haven't bought a light bulb yet." He An usually does his homework on the ground, and the sofa serves as a desk.Just now, I deliberately pulled out the dining table and wiped it carefully to make room for Xue Ba.

"...I didn't buy it for a long time ago, no wonder you are short-sighted." Zhang Zhao looked at the little crane, there were many papers on the old wooden folding table, and there was a mint green pencil bag.Its owner, like Su Xiaoyuan, has a special ability to isolate the surroundings. No matter how chaotic the outside world is, it has nothing to do with him, Su Xiaoyuan.

Just looking at it deliberately, there is something in Zhang Zhao's chest that wants to explode, and the room is full of soap bubbles.

He An squatted anxiously, like a huge statue, and suddenly said, "Brother Zhao, I don't want to read anymore."

"Ah?" He An used to say that I don't want to go to sports at most, but this time it wasn't, Zhang Zhao kicked him, "You are not normal now, don't talk to me."

"I'm normal, I don't want to study anymore." He Anbi was sober at any time before, "I can't go on in sports, and I can't go on in school. My family can't afford me. Brother Zhao, I want to work."

"Hit your uncle, shut up." Zhang Zhao doesn't like to listen to his nonsense, "When this thing is over, I will force you to train every day, the old man will complain about it! You think you can earn money by working part-time How much? Now you can’t drink Northwest Wind without a college diploma!”

"Oh, I just feel... my parents used the big broom to sweep up the salary all at once, and they didn't want to spend it. It was all for me to do sports, but I couldn't get into the second year of junior high school... It's embarrassing, and I can't explain it to my parents .Besides, you and Changzi’s culture class is okay, but I’m not good at all. I have nowhere to go, brother Zhao. I want to make money.”

"Fuck, you..."

"He An, don't think so, wait for Zhang Zhao to finish helping you, don't you think I'll make up your cultural lessons every day." Su Xiaoyuan's voice came unexpectedly, reminding the other two people in the room that he was actually listening to everything. .

He had always been a top student, but today Su Xiaoyuan was shocked by Ti Tesheng's emotions, what he feared most was physical education, but from Zhang Zhao and He An, he felt the impulsiveness he had never felt before.

The urge to run.I can't run away in this life, and others still have a chance.He had to help He An run out with Zhang Zhao, and he couldn't be trapped in the small bungalow for the rest of his life.

"Really, you have a way to go." He was afraid that he would not be able to persuade He An, and he used a sentence to persuade himself, and said, "The cripple has a way to go, and everyone has a way to go."

He An just looked at him, his black hair shining in the room.It was no surprise that Zhang Zhao and Changzi came to help him.But Su Xiaoyuan, who might be a top student in his grade, was willing to help, he almost couldn't believe it.

Zhang Zhao gritted his teeth and was afraid of the sofa, and just wanted to get rough: "That's right, I don't believe it today! Xiaoyuan, come here, let's discuss it."

Su Xiaoyuan stumbled over and sat down next to Zhang Zhao, feeling confused: "Squad leader...you really have a way?"

"Yes, I have plenty of solutions." Under this dim light, Su Xiaoyuan's recognition and reliance made Zhang Zhao ecstatic, "But you have to help me, okay?"

Su Xiaoyuan went all out. "Okay! As long as you don't arrange for me to fight, you can do anything!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater, Zhang Gou: He said that night that I must have a solution, because it was interesting to me...

Su Bao: Huh?

He An: Brother Zhao, please be more sober.