He's sickly in control

In the dilapidated and narrow alley, all kinds of noises continued like mountains and never stopped.

In their courtyard, the two husband and wife scolded each other in different local dialects, as if the other party had dug his ancestral grave. It turned out that the old man had lost all the money his wife had hidden.

There are four or five mahjong tables in the teahouse bumping into each other, as well as the hawkers pushing carts and yelling at the top of their lungs while selling snacks.

But a 15-year-old boy is as quiet as a wooden sculpture of clay. He sits on the threshold with a lot of mud in his mouth, his clothes are dirty, the old and new dirt are mixed together, and there is even a There is a big hole everywhere, and they are more beggars than beggars in the square.

The ground in the alley has not been paved with concrete, and it has rained not long ago, and puddles of various sizes have accumulated on the street. Anyone who has been there will be stained with mud stains on the trousers, and no one is spared.

A group of children in threes and fours came briskly from the entrance of the alley, carrying small schoolbags, with the joy of just finishing school on their faces, they stopped when they got closer to the boy sitting at the door.

"Tang Bai, you idiot, your body is like a bean sprout, and your head can't turn fast." A group of six or seven-year-old children had the purest smiles, and they laughed without any scruples and muttered words.

The children sang the jingles they made up over and over, and circled around him.

They all pointed to the disgust in Tang Bai's eyes without concealing it, they said some dirty words from the adults' mouths, and cursed without restraint.

Tang Bai sat quietly, watching the child in front of him laughing, and he also smirked.

"Look at this idiot, we scold him, but he still laughs." The boy in the red scarf pointed at his stupidity, looked around, then picked up a stone and threw it at him recklessly, Tang Bai still smirked.

Gradually, more and more stones fell on him, and the size of the stones became larger and larger. The smile he had been wearing all this time slowly began to disappear, until a stone hit his forehead heavily, and he opened his mouth. Weeping loudly, choked up, teary eyes, intermittent, even the nose is red from crying.

Chen Li was playing mahjong in the card shop. It was already very noisy here. She couldn't hear the crying at all. Even if she heard it, she didn't bother to take a look. Anyway, he would stop crying when he was tired from crying for a while.

Tang Bai is a fool. This is a well-known fact among the neighbors in the neighborhood. They don't usually like to call him by his name. Instead, they prefer to call him "fool, fool".

Chen Li is also a poor woman. His flamboyant husband ran away with other women and left a large debt waiting for Chen Li to wipe his ass with him.It is so difficult for a woman to support a family. She has not a high degree of education. After finally renting a shop and wanting to set up a fruit stand, she is faced with all kinds of vicious creditors coming to smash the place. It is difficult and life is really not easy.

In the years before Tang Bai met Lu Zhou, although Chen Li did not pay attention to him, she did not drive him away directly.

For a while, she was obsessed with flower arrangement. She always liked to buy porcelain vases with exquisite patterns, cut some flower branches and insert them into the vases, and then put them neatly in the corners to make room for some empty space. After a few days, the dust would fall, and she had to wipe it every day.

One day, Tang Xian was playful. He took the ball and slapped it around the house. The ball was so strong that he couldn’t control the force. The ball bounced straight to the fragile and fragile porcelain with a perfect parabola, just like hitting Like a bowling ball, almost all of them were knocked down, and there was a crisp sound of "哗哗——" like the beating notes played by both hands on the piano.

His face turned pale, and he looked around in a panic. After making sure that no one was around, he held the ball like a thief who had stolen something. He didn't have a good psychological quality and was so nervous that he staggered away.

Tang Bai was squatting under the wall built with mud bricks and playing with ants with branches. Tang Xian ran over with small steps, pulled him and said in a hasty tone, "Brother, no matter what I say later, you have to nod, okay?"

Tang Bai took his hand and put the branch in his hand, "Brother, play." His eyes couldn't hide his emotions, there weren't so many twists and turns.

When Chen Li saw with her own eyes that the things she had collected for a long time had turned into a pile of broken porcelain, she immediately called the Tang brothers over fiercely.

Tang Xian visibly wrung his fingers uneasily, feeling so uneasy that he felt as if he was being held in mid-air.

He swallowed his throat and said, "It's brother playing, I saw it."

With Chen Li behind his back, Tang Xian winked at Tang Bai from an angle she couldn't see.

Tang Bai saw his micro-expression, thought it was a new way to play, so he giggled and nodded, "Play."

The anger in Chen Li's heart was immediately aroused, and the anger rose "呲呲". She searched around and finally found a stick that was the size of a child's arm. Beat up.

The stick hit him hard, his skin was bluish-purple swollen with bruises, and he was extremely frightened. Tang Bai kept trying to hide, his nose was full of tears, his face was covered with tears, and he was hiccupping constantly. Tears fell down like pearls with broken strings that don't want money, he cried out at the top of his voice until he couldn't breathe, his eyelids were swollen and red.

Tang Xian stood quietly aside with his head down, the sky outside was so bright that his eyes were stinging, sore and sore.

Chen Li beat her mouth with a stick and cursed some unsightly swear words. She knew that Tang Bai might not have broken those vases of porcelain. She hadn't witnessed the scene where Tang Xian fled from the house in a panic. It was very likely that he broke the things, but she still poured all her anger on Tang Bai.

Tang Xian is her own son, she is reluctant, after all Tang Bai is nothing.She was just looking for an object to vent the anger in her heart, and she was never looking for a reason.

The winter in Jiangcheng was as cold as a knife slapping someone. The cotton padded jacket Tang Bai was wearing could be seen to be incompatible with his figure at a glance. His face was still tinged with plateau red, and the skin on both sides of his cheeks was dry and chapped.

He didn't have gloves, so he stuffed almost all the fingers of both hands into his mouth. The fingers were like a baby wrapped in the mother's arms. They finally got warm, but the thumb joints were particularly itchy. I don't know what year it was. The first chilblain was a purple-black patch, Tang Bai slowly ground it with his own teeth, and finally the itching was relieved.

The sound of shoveling snow with shovels came from around one after another, metal scraping on the ground made the sound of friction, and a ball of white snow was thrown lightly and quickly to another place to pile up together.

Children are playing "role-playing" games in the alley, wearing furry gloves, scarves and earmuffs, fully equipped to find their own fun under the ice and snow.

Tang Bai entered the room and pulled his younger brother out. He dragged Tang Xian to the group of children, "Play, have fun."

"I'm playing the role of the emperor now, and you are the prime minister," the little boy who hit Tang Bai with a stone last time was giving orders. He pointed to the rest of the people and continued, "You are the prince...you are the common people."

He imitated the scene he saw in the TV series, raised his voice, and tried his best to pretend a strong and mighty appearance from his immature voice, "I am the Nine-Five Lord..."

Tang Xian actually wanted to play too. He was also a child, so he interrupted and said, "Can you make up the number? Add the two of us."

The kid playing the emperor said, "You can, but he—" he pointed to Tang Bai, and continued, "He's a fool, what games can he play."

After Tang Xian thought about it for a while, he said sincerely, "If he becomes a man slave, can we play together?"

This game is very interesting. There are emperors, princesses, prime ministers, princes, commoners, and even an extra man slave compared to the previous gameplay.

The emperor is the son of the real dragon, the lord of the ninety-five years, the mountains and rivers in the world are not the king's land, and the shores of the land are not the king's ministers.

The emperor sat proudly on the stooped back of the man slave, and watched the man slave crawling step by step on the snow with a heavy load. He seemed to be the emperor's chariot for walking. Compared with those chairs, sitting on this chair Much more comfortable.

Tang Bai's time passed quickly. Sometimes a day passed by staring at the ant hole, or sitting at the door for a whole day.

Tang Xian would sometimes stay with Tang Bai and teach him some simple words and gestures, such as raising his thumb and moving it after eating, touching his belly when he was hungry, although these behaviors It looks funny and stupid to outsiders, but Tang Bai learns these things quickly, and his imitation ability is relatively outstanding.

Chen Li looked at the empty space in the refrigerator, like a house with four walls. Annoyed, she closed the door of the refrigerator with her foot. Looking at the rows of empty bottles on the ground, she planned to go to a nearby convenience store to buy something.

This Monday, Tang Xian went to school. Tang Bai was playing with his little toy car alone.

Tang Bai followed Chen Li with his eyes, and found that she seemed to be going out, so he hurriedly followed her, following the duckling wandering behind the mother duck.

No matter how hard Chen Li drove him away, he followed her all the way to the convenience store. When Tang Bai came out, he stared at the colorful lollipops in a daze. He subconsciously grabbed her clothes and pointed his fingers through the glass door. Looking at the tempting candy on the counter, he said, "Sugar, sugar."

"I told you not to get too close to me, don't touch me, it's really dirty." She reprimanded impatiently, took out a tissue and wiped it vigorously.

At this moment, Tang Bai felt wronged in his heart.

Not long after, a man in a white shirt and black trousers came up to him, and he handed over the candy, with a bright smile in his eyes, "What's your name?"

Before Tang Bai could react stupidly, he was dragged away by Chen Li. When he left, he couldn't help but glanced back. The man Shi Shiran stood neatly, smiling and pursing his lips, the sky was calm.