16, the little goblin broke the sky and stole five ---- Yan Ci's father beat him hard

When he got up early on Wednesday morning, Lao Ma finished smoking two pots of hookah on the balcony and habitually opened his WeChat to check the movement. No matter what others sent, he replied to the voice uniformly, and in the past two days, he began to use WeChat voice communication with the people in the village, and he himself had a video call with Ma Chengen that cost nothing. Unknowingly, the seventy-year-old man has become a person in the new era - inseparable from WeChat.

Now the situation in the village is gradually becoming clearer, Lao Ma understands, and Chengen also understands, but the old man is unwilling to give up, and hopes that Chengen will work hard in the election of the village head. Twenty years ago, when I first became the village head, I was reluctant, but this time I have been in office for 20 years. He hoped that Chengen would take over his Ma Jiatun, and he even asked his relatives to vote for Ma Chengen. The day after tomorrow was Election Day, and he was so anxious that he couldn't help it, so he dialed Seung-eun's number again.

The old horse had a loud voice, and the sleeping Yang Yang heard his grandfather's northern Qin tune in his dream, as if he had received some kind of unique signal, and his eyes opened and he woke up. She slipped out of bed and came out with fluffy hair, bare feet, and a buttoned nose. Zhiyuan went out to buy breakfast, and Yangyang saw that there were two people left in the house, and that person was still pointing and calling. As if she was fascinated, she slipped into the house of the old horse all the way.

Familiar with the door and the place, she went straight to the box. The shoes she had wrapped two days ago were pulled apart at once, and she took out the cloth shoes and buttoned the brand-new red tickets in the soles of the shoes, but this time she took three of them, and then stuffed them into her trouser pockets in rolls. Hearing that the old man was still talking on the phone outside, she stood silently tiptoe and groped for something on the boy's desk.

"Oh, what are you doing here?" Lao Ma hung up the phone, came into the house to get the phone book, and saw the desk of the rippling boy at a glance.

Yang Yang froze like a frightened bird, and at first glance it looked like a doll.

Lao Ma only came to play with her, and after taking the phone book from his bedside cabinet, he looked up and asked her, "Little Tanhua, when did you get up?" ”

"That's it...... It is...... Just ......" Yangyang was so frightened that he took a step back and leaned against the north wall, grinding on the wall in a panic.

"Why did you wake up so early today?" The old horse asked as he flipped through his phone book.

"No...... Don't ...... early" Yang Yang put his hands behind his back, pinching the painting on the wall.

"Oh......" Lao Ma copied the phone number on the paper.

Yang Yang lost his soul, his feet didn't know how to move, and he kept dragging the poster on the wall with both hands, but poof, the one-square-meter star poster fell - it was the signed photo of his idol that Tsai bought from the Internet! Seeing that the painting had fallen, Yang Yang stared at his grandfather motionless in fright, afraid that he would come over, afraid that he would find that the box was open.

The old horse thought that the child had not woken up completely, so he finished copying the phone and put down the notebook and went out again, and then called. At the end, he also called Zhiyuan and asked him to bring a picture of the leader and a portrait of a great man back when he bought breakfast.

After the old horse left, Yangyang used her little head to analyze what happened just now, and after determining that she was safe, she quickly left the place of right and wrong. This time I did a big deal, thrilling, dangerous and exciting, and the Yangyang who escaped after the catastrophe was full of energy at the moment, walking proudly around the old horse like a big rooster, making grimaces from time to time, learning to learn from pigs, and pretending to be foreign.

When eating breakfast, she was different from the past, like a bird out of the cage, Zhiyuan and Lao Ma only laughed at the child's madness, and didn't care at all.

"Dad, is this painting big or small?" Zhiyuan pointed to the chairman's far-sighted painting he bought and asked his father-in-law.

"I just took a look, and yes, this hangs on the wall in a great way!" The older generation was fond of this type of painting.

"Which wall are you hanging on?"

"The north wall of the house!"

"Is there a place?"

"Yes! Didn't Bao'er vacate a piece of land for me just now! She rubbed off her brother's painting, which I didn't like for a long time! Men and women are not women, they are like ghosts! Lao Ma recalled the appearance of the idol's white skin, red lips, thin waist and inch hair - his face was full of negation.

Zhiyuan complained bitterly in his heart - when the boy came back in the evening, he had to talk again.

"Dad, I'm going to play with Zhou Zhou!" Yang Yang said as he nibbled on the bun.

"Then after eating, Dad will call Grandma Zhou Zhou and let Zhou Zhou come down to play!"

"Hmm!" Yangyang made a hum sound in a raised voice - the coquettish refused, and then made her position: "I want to go to Zhou Zhou's house!" ”

"Zhou Zhou came to our house, and you went to Zhou Zhou's house, isn't this different?"

"It's different! I'm going to Zhou Zhou's house to play! ”

"Oh, the swallows from the south and the birds from the north—sooner or later they will fly away!" The old horse teased.

"Na...... After eating, Dad will send you to Zhou Zhou's house! Zhiyuan was a little surprised, and then asked, "Why have you been going out to play lately?" You don't watch it when we have a big TV in our house, don't you always say that people have a big TV in Zhou Zhou's house? ”

Yang Yang blinked his eyes, just eating, not answering.

"Then you go and change your clothes first, Grandpa finished eating, Dad cleaned up this place, and sent you up."

As soon as Yangyang heard her opinion, she put down her bun and went to change her clothes immediately.

"Why are you wearing these pants again? I've been wearing it for days! Don't you like to wear that red gauze dress? ”

"I ...... Just wear this ......" Yang Yang pointed indiscriminately, panicked, only the trouser pocket of that pair of pants could hold a lot of money.

"This baby has been a little ...... lately Blame! Zhiyuan smiled and shook his head.

After Yangyang left, Lao Ma guarded the big living room in front of the big TV alone, feeling unhappy, like drinking soup boiled with dried radishes - tasteless, tasteless, and energetic. He was thinking about his little tanhua, thinking back to Yangyang's actions in the past few days and Zhiyuan's words just now, as well as the scene of bumping into Yangyang in the house this morning...... The old horse slapped his thigh, picked up his crutches and went straight to the house.

The box had already been opened, and he directly took out the old cloth shoes and counted the cash inside, not a whole number - either a hundred yuan more or nine hundred yuan less! The old horse held a shoe in his left hand and laughed alone for a long time - people can't look good! What a human being is unseemly! After calming down, he secretly thought that this doll had to be educated, otherwise he would make a big mistake in the future. He threw his shoes in, kept the scene intact, and went back to the living room on crutches, waiting for an excerpt of Bao Zheng's case.

Sure enough, before lunch, Yang Yang came back with a big toy. It was Grandma Zhou Zhou who sent her back, the old horse who opened the door, and after returning home, Yang Yang saw that her father was cooking in the kitchen and no one interrogated, so she was more comfortable. She went back to her room angrily, Xiaotang was looking at her phone on the bed, she put down her toys, grinded at the end of the bed, took out a hard roll of money in her trouser pocket while the adult was unprepared, and kicked the money in while monitoring Aunt Xiaotang - this process was easy and chaotic.

After chatting with Aunt Xiaotang in the house, the children came out majestically with toys. Lao Ma turned off the TV and deliberately lay on the sofa waiting for her. Yang Yang didn't talk to him, he was having a good time, laughing and screaming, and the old horse glanced at the basketball-sized toy, which was a machine, flashing and glowing, and it was definitely not cheap - distressed. Like a drunk toad, Yangyang squatted on the ground to play with a toy, facing east and west like a sweeping robot, immersed in his own small world.

"Where did you get this toy?" The old horse asked.

"Zhou Zhou's ......" pouted, obviously having already thought of the lines.

"Let Grandpa have fun?"

"Give!"

Yang Yang hugged it, and the old horse shook it, which was a bit weighty, and it was even more distressed! He groped left and right, tugging at the old horse's hair, and condescendingly pointed at the old horse, who was squinting and laughing in his heart.

When eating at noon, Yangyang didn't eat much, and Zhiyuan didn't interrogate him unexpectedly. It must be that he was full of snacks outside, the old horse monster Zhiyuan was careless, and he turned a blind eye to such a big toy in the living room! After eating, Zhiyuan asked Yangyang to bring a portion to Xiaotang, and then they took a lunch break, and got up in the afternoon to prepare for the rabbit.

At four o'clock, the protagonist finally came on the field, and the old horse was waiting for a hard day. Xiao Bu came out of the Zhiyuan house first, like a mouse out of a hole - looking around with her round eyes, she leaned her back against the wall, faced the old horse, and moved her feet into the house step by step. The old horse faced the TV, but all the strength of his body was used in the afterglow of peeking at the ripples. Yang Yang took two steps and squatted down, picked his feet, and sang a song - sloppy eyes; In order to cooperate with her performance, Lao Ma pointed at the TV with a fan, laughing and scolding and praising for a while.

There was a total of five meters between the place of crime and the place of origin, and the villain carefully grinded for five minutes. Her eyes were all on the old man, and when she saw her grandfather talking and laughing at watching TV, she thought that he was unconscious, so she turned around and went into her brother's house, and went straight to the box, picked up shoes, and drew money...... The little devil who loves money can't wait to get into the cash box and hold the money every day. This time, the bold Yangyang didn't even count, and directly pulled out a thin stack!

To grasp the current, the old horse thought that the time had come, and he was afraid of startling the snake with his crutches and not holding it, so he swung left and right, and walked into the house.

"What are you doing?" The old horse pointed at the little tanhua with his cane and shouted.

"Ah......" Yangyang, who was rolling money, was stupid when he saw the adult coming, and hurriedly put his hands behind his back.

"What are you doing?" The old horse walked up to Yangyang and asked loudly.

"Are you stealing money here?" Lao Ma stretched out his hand to ask for money, but Yang Yang Xu was stunned and Xu didn't give it.

"Take out the money?" The old horse shouted loudly, and Yangyang honestly gave the money to the old horse.

Lao Ma took the money, put away the crutches, and counted it with a little spit, good guy - six hundred yuan!

"You broken baby, you stole 600 yuan! Rebel against you! The old horse poked Yang Yang with his index finger, and Yang Yang turned his head and pouted - the heavy rain was coming.

"I still want to cry! How many times did you steal it? ”

"Do you want to say it? Don't say I hit you! The one-meter-eight old horse raised his crutches to a height of two and a half meters, and the performance was majestic and frightening.

Yangyang looked up at the catastrophe like poking the sky, sat directly on the ground, and cried. When the old horse saw that he was crying, he put down his crutches and had no choice.

"What's wrong Dad?" Zhiyuan came out and asked.

"What's going on with her, you ask?" Lao Ma sat on the bed, pointed at Yangyang, and slapped 600 yuan on the table for Zhiyuan to see.

"Don't cry, what's going on?" Zhiyuan walked up to Yangyang and pulled Yangyang up and asked.

"Don't cry! Stop it now! Zhiyuan screamed.

Yang Yang was so frightened that she held back her voice and tears.

"Did you take grandpa's money?"

Yang Yang nodded.

"How many times did she steal?"

"He Yiyang, don't cry, Dad asked you, how many times did you steal?"

Yangyang stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, first bent down a thumb, and then raised a thumb.

"How many times?"

"Five times ......," Yang Yang replied with a crying voice.

"You stole money five times!" He Zhiyuan is unbelievable.

Yang Yang nodded.

"How much did you steal?"

Yangyang shook his head.

"Don't cry, how much money did you steal?"

"I don't know!" With a handful of snot and tears, she really didn't know how much she had stolen when she was in kindergarten.

"Just this time—six hundred! You see scary or not! The old horse pointed to the money on the table.

Zhiyuan straightened up, crossed his hands on his hips, and bit his lip angrily.

"Do you know what's wrong?"

"I see......" Yang Yang said tremblingly.

"Apologize to grandpa first!" Zhiyuan pointed to the old horse.

"I ...... Wrong...... Grandpa ......, "When the old horse heard this, his heart was as soft as a ripe persimmon at the end of August.

"If you know, you will be punished."

After Zhiyuan finished speaking, he picked up Yangyang and strode to the balcony. Find a plastic drying rack from the balcony, carry Yang Yang down on his knees, press his body with his left hand, and hold the drying rack with his right hand and beat it directly on his ass.

The old horse hurriedly pouted his ass and came out to see, oops, it's really moving! There was a crackling sound, and there were seven or eight hits in one go. The old horse tried to stop it, but his feet didn't move, and his mouth didn't move. I only heard Yangyang's crying as piercing as killing a pig, and the neighbors on the upper and lower floors could hear it. Xiaotang got dressed and came out quickly. After the fight, Zhiyuan helped Yangyang to stand up, and Yangyang touched his ass with both hands and cried.

"Will you still steal grandpa's money in the future?"

"I won't...... No......" Yangyang held his breath and whimpered, and cried loudly after speaking, the tears on his face were like a river.

"Now go to your own room and reflect, do you hear clearly?"

"I ...... Hear clearly......" Yangyang said as he coughed while holding his ass.

"Go, go to your house."

Xiaotang saw her holding her buttocks and her head to the sky, crying so much that she didn't look at the road for fear that she would fall, so he carried Yangyang into the house. Tears flowed down his forehead all the way, and it was like rain, and the old horse was distressed. After returning to the house, Xiaotang wanted to hug and coax again, but only lay on the ground and hugged his ass and cried and called his mother.

Zhiyuan sighed for a long time, stood on the balcony for a moment, and then walked over and asked Lao Ma: "Dad, how much money did she steal from you?" ”

"How? You'll pay me back! Tsk! It's not about money, I'm afraid she's addicted to stealing! ”

"yes, I know." Zhiyuan lowered his head and pursed his lips, then turned around and went back to the house.

After returning to the house, he stood on the balcony of the house with his hands on his hips, looking out the window, and his heart was in turmoil. If you don't beat her, you don't know what to do, and if you beat her, he feels distressed. There is no doubt that Zhiyuan loves this child more than himself. He has been strict with himself all his life, why is he raising a child who steals money now. He had countless reasons to trivialize the matter, perhaps because he himself was not calm, and he wanted his children to be perfect, righteous, and kind.

A breath blocked his throat, and Zhiyuan gasped for dozens of minutes on the balcony before calming down. After calming down, Zhiyuan still can't continue to write. He has read too many books, read too many lives, and he knows the final outcome of all things, and that ending makes him pessimistic. He Zhiyuan mustered up the courage to choose a powerful direction to offset the pessimistic ending of his life, he was working hard, planning, and sprinting.

However, he was always interrupted, disturbed, always gave him all kinds of strange smelly stinky water when he was in high spirits, he smashed his desk, destroyed the computer, and gave up on himself countless times in his heart, but despair and hope followed him day and night, he dragged his heavy middle-aged body helplessly to move forward, and every time he took a ridiculous step, he was dragged back three steps by life. He Zhiyuan also dreamed of a place where he could write freely without being disturbed, even if it was enough for him and his computer.

Yangyang kept crying, Xiaotang saw that she was crying miserably, so she only let her lie there and cry by herself. Ten minutes later, when she was crying so hard that her voice was quiet, she held the child in her arms. Yang Yang was crying about her burning ass and her ruthless father, and her heart-rending voice seemed to cry out Xiaotang's misery, and she was crying when she hugged her. The two women were each immersed in their own sorrow, and their tears all flowed onto the clothes on Yangyang's chest, and after a while the little clothes were soaked.

What is the thirty-two-year-old Bao Xiaotang grieving? The hard-won and imminent loss of the job, the vain and unwilling feelings, the increasingly slumped and decayed face, the life destined to travel to the bottom, the anxious and hopeless future...... A woman's midlife crisis is at the age of thirty, and their life crisis is pervasive throughout their lives. They were born to be flowers, no matter how they can't escape the fate of being instructed and picked, if they want to live equally and be admired, unless the flowers are born with strong medicinal properties or practice a kung fu recognized by the world, or wait until the flowers are defeated, and life will come to an end completely.

Bao Xiaotang's confusion beyond the mournful crying, the sad toy in the house, and the sad self licking his wounds in the dark.

It's been an hour, and the old horse sitting in the living room is still whimpering. At first, I was distressed to hear it, but then I forgot about watching TV, and suddenly I heard it a little upset. He didn't know how other people dealt with this problem, when Lao Ma was young, he would be fierce when he saw the three of them crying, and the world was immediately peaceful. Now he can't be fierce Guiying's child, he can't bear it, he can't sit still, he can't see it, the old horse walked to the door of Zhiyuan's room, the door was open, and he knocked three times.

"What's wrong Dad?"

"Is there a place to walk here, I ...... Take a turn and be still! ”

"Uh, downstairs ......"

"Quieter place."

"Or ...... You go to the top floor, upstairs is where the quilt is dried, and there is no one there! ”

"Do you want to take the elevator up?"

"Hmm."

After the old horse finished speaking, he turned around and went back to his room to change into a long coat and trousers. After coming to Shenzhen, I didn't go anywhere, and I didn't turn anywhere I wanted to transfer, but the hospital was familiar with the road. This was the first time Lao Ma had gone out alone, he had his hair trimmed, put on a peaked cap, put away his mobile phone and hookah, put on his watch, changed his shoes, and went out on crutches. It's almost six o'clock, and the clouds are fascinating.

There were a lot of clothes and sheets drying on the top floor at the moment, and the old horse bent down all the way to find an open place and find a stone pier to sit down. On the top of the thirty-third floor, the breeze came and went from south to north, the old horse looked around, no one was silent, he was facing north, looking up at the sky, and his mood suddenly opened up. Man is not bound by the world, but is joyful and elegant. He looked at the white clouds sent to the north by the wind, and smelled the local flavor of Majiatun blown to the south by the wind.

The old horse lit a pot of hookah, and every time he took a puff of smoke, he spit out white smoke to the sky, hoping that the smoke could follow the white clouds, go around the mountains and rivers to the north, and cross the Qinling Mountains to Majiatun by the Wei River; May that wisps of smoke greet Majiatun in the distance, greet his deceased family, and greet the yellow homeland that he can't hold up all the time.