Chapter 17:

Gu Fei was sitting behind the cash register, looking at Li Baoguo who had made a third lap in front of the shelf while playing with his mobile phone. Li Baoguo had no goals, so he turned around and looked at Gu Fei from time to time.
Li Baoguo stole things more than once, so every time he came, Gu Fei stared directly at him, but now when Jiang Yan suddenly came, he was a little bit starved, not starved, or not.
Li Baoguo is not a thief. Sometimes he bets his money and wants to buy things. He will first take credit. The main force living here is the poor people at the bottom of the society. There are a lot of things like credit. Find a way to steal more ...
"Dafei," Li Baoguo put his hand in a large cotton jacket and pulled it out. He went to the freezer and took a bag of fish to the cashier. "This, I will give you money in two days? Keep up. Back to those ones? "
"Well, OK," Gu Fei took a book out of the drawer, found Li Baoguo's page, and wrote, "One bag of fish balls, two bottles of cows, big ..."
"What? I didn't ask for wine." Li Baoguo said awkwardly.
"The bottle in his pocket," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Uncle Li, drink less, you can't remember anything."
"Oh, oh," Li Baoguo grinned, patted his pocket a few times, "Yes, take a bottle of sophomore ... give me a bag of Changbai Mountain."
Gu Fei went back and took ten packs of Changbai Mountain to him, and then wrote it down.
"The words are well written," Li Baoguo came over and looked at, "Hey, do you know my son?"
"Of course Li Hui knows it," Gu Fei said.
"It's not Li Hui, my youngest son, hey," Li Baoguo said, holding his elbow to the cash register. "I just recognized him, and he couldn't afford to give him away when he was a kid ... He was also in No. 4 Middle School, you know him."
"Well, seems to know." Gu Fei nodded.
Li Baoguo smiled: "He is very good at studying, not like Xiaohui, he is a top student, do you know? Top are all poor students, right? My youngest son is a good student."
Gu Fei smiled: "Yes."
"Remember it? I'll let my grandma bring you money in a few days," Li Baoguo looked at the book again, and pointed with his finger. "His words must be better than yours."
"... Yes." Gu Fei continued to nod.
After Li Baoguo went out in a good mood, he looked down at his own words on the book.
He couldn't be sure of anything else, but Jiang Yan's words ... can only be hehehe, it definitely belongs to the type that is completely written correctly, and may be deducted because the word is too ugly and the teacher is stimulated.
Near noon, my mother came in with a insulated lunch box: "I made some braised pork."
"Didn't go out today?" Gu Fei stood up and supported the small table next to him. "Did you eat?"
"Where can I go! Where can I go!" My mother was unhappy, "Who I go out with will not cause people to lose half their lives! I will not eat!"
"Can't you find one that doesn't owe?" Gu Fei said.
"Do you have someone who doesn't owe pumping, when can you see the goodness of others!" The mother said very dissatisfied, "this is not pleasing to you, that is not pleasing to you, your mother is widow and you are pleasing to the eye Come on! "
"It's so good to see someone else's body." Gu Fei opened the lid of the lunch box, took the small lunch box, and pulled in the braised pork steak inside.
"Where is Ermiao?" Mom asked.
"Going to play, just leave her a little bit," Gu Fei said, "come back when you are hungry."
Mom sighed: "Cheng Amano is like this, his personality is still like that ... I look at her head is big, what to do in the future."
"Don't watch then." Gu Fei sat down and started eating.
"Go there today." Mom said suddenly as he watched him.
"Where?" Gu Fei ate a piece of meat, but in fact he knew what his mother was talking about.
"What day don't you remember!" Mom slaps herself on the table. "How long has your father died and you don't remember it!"
"It's been a long time," Gu Fei said.
The mother glared at him without talking, and after a while pulled out a tissue and began to wipe her tears.
Gu Fei has never wanted to understand what kind of affection her mother has on her husband. When people are alive, they are noisy every day. After fighting, they begged God to let this man die early and live a long time. Just cry.
Sometimes I cried very heartily, and my heart was broken.
"I went to the cemetery the other day." Gu Fei said as he ate.
"Useless, I said the past cemetery was useless!" Mom looked at him. "Where did you die! How many times have you said! Otherwise, you will not be safe! You don't want to go to myself!"
"I'll go this afternoon." Gu Fei sighed.
"Burn some paper," Mom wiped her tears, "that silly man will lose his money too much, and I'd like to have food over there."
"You'll be in the store this afternoon," Gu Fei said, "Don't move the money, you dare to move the money, I'll tell Yan Wang that I burned all fake
coins."
"... neuropathy!" Mom glared at him.
The lake where my dad died was quite far away. On a barren land that was said to be a small park, but always kept there, because there were no residential areas nearby, there were few people who usually went there.
In the past two years, even the water is almost gone, and no one will go, and in winter, people will never see it.
If the lake was as waterless as it was then, if the water on that lake was frozen a bit harder that winter ... Dad would not die.
but.
When he summarized Li Baoguo to Jiang Yan, he was a little hesitant. For a moment, he thought he was introducing his dad to others.
Sometimes he didn't dare to think about it. He didn't dare to face his heart so much that he wanted him to die. He didn't dare to face his heart. He still felt that if he tried again, he still hoped that the man would die.
His heart and the lake are places he doesn't want to approach.
Had it not been for his mother to let him come over every year to burn paper, he would never have been here.
Turn left from home and go straight after bypassing the small factory. There are no turns and no forks. When there is no way to go, you are here.
After walking around from the small factory, there was no one on the road. The ruins and loneliness of the eyes were as deserted as if they were in another space.
Gu Fei lowered his hat, covered his mask, and took out his ear bag to put it on. Maybe it was because there was no building here. Maybe it was because he was scared. He felt cold and felt that the wind could penetrate into his body from anywhere. The chill oozes from the outside.
There was not much snow this year, but because no one cleaned it, the ground was covered with a layer of creaks, which made people panic.
After walking for a while, he looked down at his feet, and suddenly found that there were still a series of footprints on the ground.
He froze, glanced back and forth on the way back and forth, there were indeed two lines of footsteps, some went in, but didn't go out.
Someone actually went to the lake in this season.
He frowned.
He didn't want to be seen when he came to burn paper by the lake. He didn't want to make people think he was guilty.
He has no guilt, all he has is fear.
Although the surface of the lake is not large, the wind is still a lot of anxiety after walking to the lake, and it hurts the eyes.
He walked through the sparse woods, stepped on the haystack and walked to the lake, his previous footprints disappeared into the broken ice stubble.
Looking to the left and right, no one was seen anywhere, he hesitated, staring at the lake where many places had been exposed, and no one was there.
Of course, even if someone used to step on the broken ice and fell down ... Now this lake can't drown anyone, it can only freeze to death.
He found a tree, squatted down against the trunk, threw his bag on the ground, and drank a cigarette.
He wanted to wait a little longer. He didn't want to walk along the lake anymore. This position was a must to go in and out. He wanted to wait for that person to come out and start burning paper.
But after waiting for twenty minutes, he should be frozen without any further call, and no one came out.
"Fuck." He hesitated, took out the cigarette, and raised his bag.
I can only go a bit further, one is to see who has passed, and the other is to find a more hidden place.
After walking a few hundred meters, Gu Fei heard a crisp sound from the middle of the lake.
When I heard it, it wasn't the kind of ice that cracked naturally, but it was like someone stepped on it or something hit me.
He hurriedly turned his head to look in the middle of the lake, but he didn't see anyone or anything else, everything was still.
He suddenly felt his back cold, and turned his head sharply again to look behind him.
No one, nothing ... something that looks suspicious.
Before he turned his head back, there was another crisp sound on the lake, and he turned his head sharply again, feeling that his head was about to break.
I still didn't see anything, but this time the sound was a little stuffier than before.
He took a few steps back slowly and leaned against a tree. Although a bit naive, he really had to carry something on his back to make him feel at ease.
This time he stared at the lake.
Just a few seconds later, he saw a small stone-like thing flew out of the dry grass near the lake about a hundred meters away and hit the ice.
This time the sound was no longer brittle, but a dull "snoring".
Anyone throw a stone?
It is so boring?
But looking at the speed of this thing, it doesn't seem to be thrown by hand.
Gu Fei pulled his clothes and leaned slowly in that direction.
He walked less than twenty meters and saw a shaking figure in the place where the lake rock was recessed in front. Although there was almost a person standing in the grass, he could see that he was a person.
Not a ghost.
He was overwhelmed by a man who was probably too boring to throw stones at the lake.
Although he felt ridiculous, he let out a sigh of relief.
He didn't walk over again, but retreated to the forest, wanting to wait for this person to go, and also want to see what this person did.
The man didn't find anyone coming over. He bent over as if picking up something, then stretched one arm forward and the other arm pulled back.
A piece of black stuff flew out and hit the ice.
"puff".
Gu Fei immediately saw that the man was playing slingshot, and felt that his clothes were a little familiar.
He stared at the man in the crevice gap for a few more moments and froze.
Jiang Yan?
The dress on their body was the one Jiang Jiang wore when they fought, and there were two gray and white stripes on the chest, which were ugly.
He looked around. There was no one else. Can Jiang Yan find this place by himself?
Then play a slingshot against the ice?
It ’s a good schoolboy ... I do n’t study at home in a good time, I ran here to play slingshot.
Gu Fei lighted a cigarette again and looked at Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan should use small stones, but now it's frozen by the river. It's not easy to find the stones. Every time he bends, he pulls out for a long time, and sometimes kicks with his feet.
Gu Fei looked for a moment and felt that Jiang Yan was not in a good mood. When he kicked with his feet several times, his movements were like fighting, and he could see that he was angry.
But after watching him pop up to four or five stones, Gu Fei was a little surprised.
He pulled out his glasses from the inside pocket of his clothes and stared at them.
Jiang Yan was aiming at the same place, about 30 meters away from the shore. He could hit again, and he had already hit an ice hole at that position.
Quite awesome.
There are many people who play slingshots. Among the people that Gu Fei knows, there are many bragging about how accurate they are. Many people claim to be 70 meters to beat chickens.
But for the first time, he saw for himself that someone could really put Shizier into the same hole more than ten times in a row.
Jiang Yan stopped for a while, bent and kicked again. He hadn't straightened up for a long time. It is estimated that he could not find any stones.
After a few laps, he walked to Gu Fei's side. Gu Fei quickly moved away and squatted behind a tree.
"Fuck!" Jiang Yan didn't find the stone for a long time, and shouted a little uncomfortably, the voice was very loud, and came along the wind, Gu Fei could hear clearly.
There are no more stones, so we should go.
But Jiang Yan did not leave, stared down at the ground, kicked a few times, and found a small stone after kicking a piece of snow away.
Gu Fei sighed.
Jiang Yan took a few pieces into his jacket pocket, looked at the lake, and turned around.
After a few seconds, he turned around and raised his hand, hitting a stone.
A slap hit a thin steel bar in the distance that exposed the ground.
by.
Gu Fei was a little surprised. He hadn't seen the steel bar without glasses.
Jiang Yan turned and walked a few steps aside, and then turned back abruptly again, and the flying stones hit the steel bars again and burst apart.
"Oh! Also!" Jiang Yan applauded, then raised his slingshot, waved around, and bowed a few times, "Thank you, thank you."
Gu Fei held back a smile, and slowly backed away for a while. At this time, Jiang Yan should be found here, and the two of them estimated that they would be able to level the tree.
"Jiang Yan decided to raise the difficulty again! He decided to raise the difficulty again! Wow—" Jiang Yan said enthusiastically, while drawing two stones from his pocket.
This time instead of turning his back to the rebar, he aimed forward, then pulled his hand.
Gu Fei heard two beeps that sounded almost simultaneously.
when.
puff.
He hit two stones at the same time and went out. One hit, the other missed and hit the ground.
"Ah, it's a pity," Jiang Yan said as he drew a stone in his pocket. "Guide to the fork, do you think he made a mistake this time or his technique is not up to him?"
Fork guidance?
Gu Fei only reacted for a long time, what is the X guide?
"I think there is still room for improvement in his skills," Jiang Yan opened his slingshot again. "He seems to be changing the challenge ... this time to reduce the difficulty or continue ..."
His hand was loose, and a stone flew out. Before Gu Fei could see it clearly, he pulled again, and the second stone flew out, followed by the third.
Dangdang.
All three.
Gu Fei looked at his back. If it were not for the current scene, he would really like to applaud Jiang Yan.
Not only is the shot accurate, but it's quite chic.
Li Yan is here. After watching the silenced version of this scene, it is estimated that I will not say that it is not pleasing to the eye.
However, after such a terrific performance, Jiang Yan actually didn't applaud himself or wave his bow, and he stood still without saying a word.
After a while he lowered his head and slowly squatted down, clasping his head with his hands.
Gu Fei froze.
Is the performance so devoted ...?
But soon he saw Jiang Yan's shoulder twitch a few times.
This is crying.
Gu Fei smoked the last two cigarettes, dipped off at his feet, and got up and went inside.
He had no interest in watching this kind of scene. It was okay to have a look, to peep at the injuries of others, and to watch someone crying with a cannonball.
This lake has an end, and you can't go around it along the way. There is a mountain in front of it that looks like a rotten sweet potato.
Gu Fei found a small piece of grass, and it took ten minutes to light the fire.
Then take out the bundles of paper money in the bag and throw them into the fire.
There are gold, yellow, and flowers, with a face value ranging from nothing to hundreds of billions.
Gu Fei looked at the rising flame, stretched out his hand and grilled.
At this time, you probably need to say something. Others will probably say that you have collected good money. We are all good. Do n’t worry about it. You do n’t have enough money to talk about.
Watching the flames change color silently, rising in the thick smoke, shaking like a wave in the wind, then a little bit smaller, and finally only the black and black smoke remained.
Gu Fei took a branch and pulled it, and black confetti floated with Mars, and then everything was calm again.
He stood up, kicked loose snow from the side, covered a black ash, and turned away.
After this day every year, Gu Fei felt that he was relaxed a bit, and the days returned to boring, guarding the shop, guarding Miao Gu across the street like a rabbit, going to school to take boring lessons, playing with mentally retarded games and love to eliminate , Watching Lao Xu vainly want to save him in the so-called darkness.
Jiang Yan didn't cry that long by the lake that day. When he burned the paper and turned back, Jiang Yan was no longer there.
However, when I met him at school, I didn't see any abnormalities. I was still stabbing, so I was listening on my stomach or closed my eyes, occasionally taking notes with my eyes squinted.
They did not interfere with each other in class, and they had nothing to say.
It's just that Gu Fei was always worried that he would laugh out loud every time he thought of his performance by the lake.
"Dafei," Zhou Jing leaned on their desk, "Dafei? Da ..."
Jiang Yan impatiently picked up the book in his hand and drew it onto his head, squeezing his voice: "I have something to say to the mother! Haven't you been stunned by this!"
"Fuck!" Zhou Jing glanced at him with a glance at his head, and looked at Gu Fei again, "Dafei, I heard him say something when I went to the general office of Xu today, as if the school was going to engage in a spring basketball game next month."
"I don't know," Gu Fei said.
"Will you participate? Our class will count on you. If you don't participate, you must lose." Zhou Jing said.
"Don't bother me." Gu Fei pointed at him.
Zhou Jing turned around and lay back on his desk.
Suddenly Jiang Yan was a bit lost, next month? Spring basketball?
Is March spring?
When he thought of the basketball game, he felt a little emotionally.
When I used to play basketball at school, when I think about it, there will be some other unpleasant memories, but I can't stop, the kind of memories of running happily on the court.
Compared to now, those memories are bright.