PS: It is more rewarding for the scattered people.

Bai Su finally said, "It's really a gaffe", and he lay on the wine table unconscious.

Bai Su's side made Li Xiang stunned, he thought that such a great writer should be polite and elegant, and the most unfortunate should be out of low-level taste, and by no means a drunkard who drank in a bar.

That's right, Li Xiang has automatically classified Bai Su in the column of drunkards in his heart, you can drink, but you can't drink regardless of the amount, and you get drunk in front of the students.

"Don't blame him, he's like that, unless he doesn't drink, and when he drinks, he gets drunk. The barrel-waisted aunt looked at him helplessly and said to Li Xiang apologetically.

She took away the wine bottle that Bai Su was holding tightly in her hand and muttered, "Being drunk in front of students is not a good teacher." ”

Bai Su fell asleep and did not respond at all.

Li wanted to ask her, "Is Teacher Bai often like this in front of students?"

The barrel-waisted aunt said, "I've seen quite a few. ”

Li Xiang didn't know where Bai Su came from with so many students, didn't he just join the Forestry University to teach, could it be that he had taught before?

Aunt Barrel Waist said that Bai Su used to run cram schools for students during winter and summer vacations and taught many students.

Bai Su was already drunk and unconscious, and he couldn't ask where his family lived, and finally it was the barrel-waisted aunt who led the way after closing the door. The two of them supported Bai Su, Bai Su was very tall, but his body was thin, and when Li wanted to help him, he felt a thin figure under the wide clothes. He was thinner than he thought.

The wine barrel waist aunt seems to have known Bai Su for a long time, and said all the way, saying that Bai Su used to be very strong, but then he was alcoholic, and when he was 50 years old, he was seriously ill once, and his physical condition was getting worse day by day.

Bai Su's home is near the sake house, a spacious high-end apartment, it should be more than 200 square meters, the location and environment are very good, and the interior design is also great, but the condition inside is simply a mess.

The first thing Li wanted to see was that this was a place where people lived, and this was simply a garbage house.

As far as the eye can see, there are mountains of objects, most of which are books. These "hills" stretch all the way from the entrance to the living room, making it almost impossible for people to put their feet on.

The wine barrel waist aunt accidentally tripped over a cardboard box thrown everywhere under her feet, fell to the ground with a bang, and knocked down several "hills" around her, sounding the sound of a lot of books falling to the ground, and a large number of stones rolling on the ground.

Li Xiang supported Bai Su with one hand, and helped the aunt who fell to the ground and moaned with the other: "How is it?

"What the hell is this place?!" the aunt rubbed her waist and got up hatefully, looked around, and said speechlessly, "Where is this where people live!"

But she wasn't surprised, after all, it wasn't the first time she had seen her. She said that in the past, Bai Su would call a housekeeper to clean up once a month, but then it was too dirty and messy, and no housekeeper was willing to come.

"I cleaned him once a month ago, and now it's like this again. ”

Li Xiang was also speechless, seeing that Bai Su was dressed neatly and neatly on weekdays, but he didn't expect his house to become a garbage dump.

The aunt went to pick up the stones scattered on the ground and said, "You can leave the books alone, anyway, he has thrown them everywhere, but these stones are his treasures, and he must be sorted out and put together, otherwise he will be angry." ”

These are collection stones, pebblestones, and odd-shaped shapes.

"Oops, there's water on the ground. "The aunt found that there was water sprinkled on the ground, and these stones were raised in the water just now, and they were all put in a water tank. The tank of water tripped and stones were sprinkled on the ground, and all the water was spilled.

The room was full of stuff, and a lot of books were soaked.

"It's over, it's over, this old white%¥............ ￥%&”

Li Xiang had a big head, so he didn't care about these things for now, helped Bai Su to the bedroom, put him on the bed, and then came out to clean up with his aunt and suck the water on the ground dry.

While Li Xiang was helping, he asked carefully, "What about Teacher Bai's family?"

This messy home looks like a place where no one lives, Bai Su lives here like a nail in it, and it is really difficult to live in a family again.

The aunt who was moving the book glanced at Li Xiang and seemed surprised that he didn't know this.

"He got divorced, and his wife and children are gone. ”

Oh~ Li Xiang didn't ask anymore.

The floor of this house is full of clutter, and the wooden shelves on the walls around it are placed with all kinds of things, many of which are framed photos, Li Xiang looked at a few photos, which were photos of Bai Su and different young people.

"These are his students. "Auntie is mopping the floor.

"All of them?" Li Xiang asked.

"Both. Don't look at him as a professor at the university now, in fact, he used to be just a cram teacher in a small training class, no better than me opening a sake house. The aunt said, listening to her meaning, it seemed that there was something wrong.

Bai Su's experience is not a secret, he has been brought out and talked about many times after he became famous. He was a late bloomer, and he didn't become known until he was 43 years old when he wrote "Not Like What You See." Before that, he had worked in various jobs, such as a cram school teacher as his aunt said, and a primary school teacher, setting up a stall, doing a small business, and even driving a taxi and a bus......

If you go back further, you will find that he graduated from a prestigious university, but after graduation, a good hand was broken, and he did not live a stable life until his writing talent appeared.

Li Xiang didn't know if his divorce was related to poverty, but it definitely had a great impact on the family's environment.

He and his aunt had a great deal of effort to wipe the water off the floor. Because it's too late, otherwise looking at the appearance of the aunt, I want to clean the whole house in one go.

The two finally found a place to sit and rest, Li Xiang looked back at the bedroom, the door was half-hidden, and the warm light leaked out of the crack in the door, illuminating the "garbage heap" at the door, and the mood that had just gotten a little better suddenly became depressed again.

He casually picked up a book from the garbage heap next to him, "Ma Xiaoyue Plays Math"!

He picked up another tome, "Bookworms: Oxford Bilingual Readers", which is a high school English tutoring book.

He flipped through a few more books, some of which were for elementary school, some for junior high school, high school and university, as well as theoretical books for master's and doctoral degrees, spanning all grades and with a variety of contents.

Li Xiang suddenly thought that Bai Su's erudition when chatting in the wine house before might be precisely because he was well-read and read a lot of books.

The aunt saw that he had been flipping through the book and said, "You Teacher Bai is very knowledgeable, you know everything, everyone will ask him questions in the wine house, and no one can stump him......"

There was pride and pride in her tone.

After the two rested for a while, the aunt asked Li Xiang to go back, and she stayed here to take care of Bai Su.

Li thought about it, Bai Su and her looked familiar, they should be acquaintances, on the contrary, Bai Su and him were strangers, so he nodded in agreement and left Bai Su's house.

It's already cold at night in late autumn, and this is the living area, no bigger than the road, and it's empty in the middle of the night. There was a drizzle in the night sky, and one or two cold stars were twinkling, giving off a faint light. Winter is creeping in.

Li Xiang tightened his coat and walked on the dim path, his mind full of the feelings that Bai Su brought him. In the past, what he saw was the side that Bai Su had decorated, but what he saw today was the side of life, which was a flesh-and-blood person, extremely real. Perhaps it is Bai Su's complex experience that allows him to write a flesh-and-blood story.