Yellow sorghum is like a dream, with wine as the medium.

Li Guo and Lin Fei suddenly entered this decadent middle-aged entangled dream.

In a rental house of less than 50 square meters, there are two fathers and sons who are eating, two bowls of white rice, a plate of pickles, and a box of canned fish, which are the meals for the evening.

That year, Lin Fei was 15 years old and a young man with uninhibited long hair and oblique bangs, while his father was an honest middle-aged man with an honest face and a silent voice.

While eating, Lin Fei, who was originally holding the rice with his head down, suddenly said.

"Dad, I want to buy a motorcycle. ”

Lin Lei said after a moment of silence.

"Motorcycles are too dangerous to buy. ”

"I said, I want to buy a motorcycle!" Lin Fei's voice was slightly raised, his stubborn and rebellious face appeared in front of him, and he pouted and said: "I want to buy a motorcycle! Brother Ye next door has a ghost fire motorcycle, why don't I have one! Do you know how embarrassing it is for me to go out without a car? Those girls are laughing at me!"

"You are under the age to buy it. ”

"He's not an underage!How could his father buy it for him?" Lin Fei was not convinced.

"What are you doing with that bastard kid. ”

"I don't care! I just want to buy it! You just can't afford it! If you don't buy it for me, it's not my dad!"

Lin Fei's words instantly angered Lin Lei, and a big-eared melon seed slapped it and scolded angrily.

"I'm not your dad, who's your dad?"

For a rebellious young man, big-eared shaving not only does not produce any positive significance, but will arouse his resistance even more.

Therefore, Lin Fei was furious.

In a fit of rage, he knocked over the cheap meal on the table and rushed out of the door.

"Whoever buys me a motorcycle is my dad!"

Lin Lei stretched out his hand, but didn't catch up.

He just silently set the table, picked up his bowl again, and ate the part of the canned fish that had fallen to the ground that was not yet dirty.

Above the dinner table, there is a gray woman's posthumous photo, which looks quite young, no more than 30 years old, and there are three sticks of incense and a bowl of white rice in front of the posthumous photo.

Lin Lei looked at the gray posthumous photo and said with a complicated expression.

"My son didn't teach well, blame me, I'm sorry. ”

Lin Lei is sorry.

It's just that the gray posthumous photo will not give him an answer.

Never.

...

Lin Lei's life is very simple, as a bus driver, his life is to drive the same route day after day, no waves, no changes, with a low salary, hard work, can't afford to buy a house, and has no other hopes, life is just like this, the only thing to look forward to is to hope that his only son can live well, at least, not like him.

Doodoooooo –

The bus in front of him was honking loudly, reminding Lin Lei that it was time to change his shift.

After taking a sip of water and going to the toilet, Lin Lei got on the bus, held the steering wheel, and walked through the traffic in the city.

Everything was as usual.

Until, when he was waiting for the traffic light, he saw a figure.

Five or six little boys with dyed and colorful hair, wearing narrow pants, and pedaling on 'ghost fire' motorcycles are turning the accelerator wantonly in front of red and green.

The sound of the modified ghost fire motorcycle is like a cannon, even if the door is closed tightly, the sound is still like a magic sound, penetrating people's eardrums.

Lin Lei hates this kind of sound very much, and he also hates cyclists.

However, just when Lin Lei glanced at it, he caught a glimpse of someone he didn't want to see.

Among the five ghost fire boys, there was his son.

The son, who was supposed to be in school, was showing off and twisting the accelerator in front of the beautiful girl who was carrying behind him, and the characteristics of the ghost fire motorcycle, the sound was loud enough, and after the green light, he made a head-forward movement and walked away.

And Lin Lei just looked at the teenagers who were riding away with a dull face.

He was scared, he knew how unsafe this motorcycle was.

He didn't want his son to ride it.

...

In the dimly lit small rental house, the door was opened, and Lin Fei, who was wearing a new haircut, blew bubble gum and walked into the house.

Lin Lei looked at his son and said.

"Fly, where have you been today. ”

"Go to school. ”

"Don't talk nonsense. Lin Lei's voice was a little higher, and he said solemnly: "You went to school, and who is the person I saw on Zhenxing Road?"

Seeing that the lie was exposed, Lin Fei didn't have any fear, just sneered.

"Heh, it's me, what, have an opinion?"

"You don't have to go to class?" Lin Lei frowned.

"What kind of classes do I take, my grades can't get to high school anyway, and it's useless to go to school. Lin Fei said indifferently: "I'm messing with a brother Long I know now, do you know, I earn 300 yuan a day, can you make so much money when you drive a bus? Tell you, Lao Tzu doesn't need you now, Brother Long told me, as long as I study hard and work hard, don't say 300 yuan, 500 a day, 1000 a day is possible." ”

"Follow Brother Long, Lao Tzu will be the most beautiful boy in the whole Longfeng in the future! Who dares to look down on me, who dares to say that I am poor! The person surnamed Ye next door doesn't dare to laugh at me for not even having a motorcycle. ”

Lin Lei said after a moment of silence.

"Don't ride that motorcycle, I'll give you money, I'll give you as much money as you want. ”

"Oh, I might be richer than you now. ”

Lin Fei's face was excited, looking at his father's eyes, how disgusted and disgusted, this poor father, who drove the bus every day until his back hurt and couldn't get much money, had no other role than to embarrass him.

The more he looked at it, the more disgusted he became, and Lin Fei grabbed the door without looking back, playing with those young people who were driving ghost motorcycles, surfing together, taking the most beautiful girls, stepping on the fastest accelerator together, and blowing up the most crowded streets.

Only Lin Lei was left in the small room, a middle-aged man who looked like he hated failure from head to toe.

Lin Lei seemed to have aged 10 years all of a sudden, and sat slumped in his chair.

He can't control this 15-year-old boy, a young man with hands and feet, who can limit what he wants to do.

Lin Fei began to not return at night, and began to go around with his companions on ghost fire motorcycles at night, and it was common for him not to come back for a few days.

The rice is cold, the dishes are cold.

Lin Lei was silent, still preparing meals that Lin Fei would not eat every day.

Perhaps, Lin Fei sometimes gets tired of playing at night and will come back to eat a little?