The Dongtan Brigade and the Qingshan Brigade where our village is located are actually the relationship between the left and right neighbors, and the three-way intersection is actually not far from our village, and the road section is also a newly repaired rural hardened road, so I increased the throttle and "herded the cattle wildly" all the way, and it took seven or eight minutes to rush to the three-way junction.

There are few people on the road, and there are only four people there where the father "happened" - yes, the Chinese New Year's Eve reunion dinner, who is normal who does not go home for the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner?

I quickly parked the "Flying Cow", got out of the car with Uncle Chen, and immediately ran to my father, "Dad! Are you okay!? ”

"It's okay! It's just that he-"

Belch! It's okay! Talk about anything else!

At this time, Uncle Chen asked his father long and short questions, and I took the opportunity to take a closer look at the "scene", a seventeen or eighteen-year-old yellow-haired child was lying in front of his father's motorcycle, holding the front wheels tightly with both hands, not letting go, and ignoring our arrival, just there with his eyes closed, like a dead corpse.

I sniffed a little closer, "I'll go!" What a big smell of alcohol! ”

Get! Dare to love met a drunkard, no wonder my father can't move his hands or mouth - it's useless to fight, and it's impossible to explain it!

Seeing me come forward, there was a spatula head and two little boys of about the same age standing behind the little yellow hair (hey!). How many years older are you? Thinking I was going to do something, the two of them stepped forward to stop me - it seemed that the three of them were together.

Na Fu Tou said nervously: "What do you want to do?" ”

"Huh! What do I want to do? I don't want to do anything! I smiled at them, and their expressions widened, but I immediately turned pale and gritted my teeth, "I'll ask you, what do you want to do?" ”

In fact, these "children" are all migrant workers who dropped out of school at a young age and just came back for the New Year, and they are not gangsters. Now that I am tall, and not as easy to talk as the uncle (my father), my momentum has weakened a little, and in the face of my questioning, they are speechless for a while.

After a while, the spatula head said, "He drank too much!" ”

"Can you slander people if you drink too much? What the hell is going on? ”

At this point, I don't need to say much to know that the drunkard is playing drunken madness and scoundrels, but I still want to see what they have to say. You give my dad this whole thing for the New Year, if you don't give me an explanation, I can't spare you!

"What? You don't have to lose money if you hit someone? You have the ability to kill me! You fight! ”

Before Ah Futou and the spatula could speak, the little yellow hair burst out a few scoundrel words like a corpse, and then lay his head on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Bumping people? Hit your sister! Look left and right, not only are you unharmed, but even your clothes are not dirty because the ground is too clean, where did you hit you? Directly hit the internal injury? How can he drive a motorcycle and drive a cow across the mountain?

Dad shook his head and said nothing, indicating that he hadn't bumped into him.

Belch! Since we are reasonable, how can we allow you to be presumptuous?

I turned cold again, and said coldly to the two people: "Tell me about the specific situation!" ”

Maybe these two people are not good stubble, but their eyes are not bad, but they can see that I am not something they can mess with, that Ah Futou touched the head of the spatula with his hand, and motioned for him to say.

The spatula head was about to excuse myself, but my face was stinky again, "I'm in a hurry!" ”

Who is not in a hurry for the Chinese New Year?

How dare the spatula head be verbose at this time? I had to resign myself to telling the story, and my father said that this was the case.

It turned out that my father went to a customer's house in Mutougen Village to ask for money, who thought that the goods had been avoided early, and the mobile phone was turned off, so my father had to go to several other places and then returned to the goods, but the goods were like a spy satellite with "Red Alert", and still did not appear. Dad had no choice but to wait and wait, and when it was more than four o'clock, there was no result, so he had no choice but to go home, and it was only right to live his own year!

Who expected that when he debuted at the three-way intersection, he happened to meet these three guys drinking and coming back, the little yellow hair was the most drunk, and he was also walking on the outermost road, he saw his father riding out, and somehow he had a bad heart or a slippery leg? When Dad came over, he just lay down and pretended to be dead.

Dad is kind-hearted, he didn't wait for his two friends to come over to help him, just get out of the car first, and wanted to help him up, but the style of this painting changed rapidly, and he was still 108,000 miles away from the motorcycle when he fell to the ground, but he insisted that his father hit him, and he went up and hugged the front wheel of his father's motorcycle, shouting that he would never let anyone go if he didn't give 5,000 yuan for injury medicine, and said that he would call the police.

The two friends didn't expect that his insanity would actually act in such a play, maybe he was drunk and poisonous! The two persuaded them, but there was no way to do it, so they had to watch here - even if they didn't help to slander people, they couldn't ignore their companions! What's more, looking at my father's five big and three thick, if he moves, he has to go up to help Brother Huang Mao hold his arms and legs! As for whether the three of them are Dad's opponents, how do they think about what "long-term" things they can get based on their IQ?

Dad didn't expect things to be so bad today? After running four or five places, the customer in one place was given 1,000 yuan, and the rest was said to be given later. Who's in trouble? Dad expressed his understanding and left, but those people in several other places either said that they had no money or they didn't even see people, which was really helpless.

What's even more helpless is that my father was actually slandered by this little yellow hair when he returned to this three-way crossing, and he kept saying that he wanted 5,000 yuan, but he only got 1,000 yuan after running hard for a day, where did he get 5,000 yuan? Don't say you don't have it, even if you have it, you can't give it, you didn't hit him, you kindly helped him up, but you were actually falsely accused, what kind of world is this? Doesn't it say that you should be cautious in helping the elderly? Why can't even young people be supported? Dad is confused!

Then my father reasoned with him and laid out the facts, but how could a drunken ghost listen to the facts? It's just that he keeps shouting "either give money or take his life", and there is no room for negotiation at all.

Dad also tried to pull away the little yellow hair's arm, but the child's yellow hair's hands were pulled together as if they were growing together, but he couldn't pull it away, and he had the heart to increase his strength, but then he looked at the little yellow hair's little arms and legs, in case he didn't use any improper force and pulled his arm off, how could it be good? I'm afraid I won't be able to beat it for 5,000 yuan!

Didn't Xiao Huang Mao shout to call the police before? Dad said in his heart, you hurry up and report it, the sooner the better! But the kid seemed to have forgotten about this stubble, and he didn't mention it again. Dad had a chance to call the police, but although Dad was rude on the outside, he was cautious and kind, afraid that if the police really arrested the child, even if it was only for a few days, wouldn't it ruin his life?

Dad! What a detour!!