Chapter 17: Another Parting

When the old man finished saying these words, he changed back to his previous lewd face. It's much more pleasing to the eye that way.

While picking at the boogies, he took out a brush and a notebook from the worn-out jacket pocket, handed them to me, and said, "Take the little thing to practice calligraphy, and when you can draw strokes the size of a hair with a brush, you will pass!"

I looked at the old thing in amazement, and thought to myself, this old guy is not sick, didn't he say that he would teach me the art of charms? Why did you teach me to write calligraphy? I said to the old guy, "The old thing is not right, didn't you say how to change the calligraphy of the brush when you learn charms?"

The old thing said to me arrogantly with a cigarette in his mouth: "What do you tell you to do, you can do it obediently, ask, ask a fart?"

As soon as I saw the old guy, I was angry, and he climbed up with his uncle's straw, and he didn't see that he was climbing the Shenma grass? I stood up angrily and scolded the old thing, "Damn, the old guy has a temper? You are arrogant, Lao Tzu, you don't learn, it's not rare! After speaking, I was about to turn around and leave, I know that this kind of old man is also the same as Grandpa Chen before, afraid that the family heirloom skills will be lost in his hands.

Sure enough, the old guy was afraid that I wouldn't learn anymore, so he immediately returned to his previous appearance and said with a smile: "Don't mind the little thing, this writing brush is also good for you, the head of the drawing character must first learn to write the brush word, if you can't write the brush word, how to draw the character, don't worry, write slowly when you should teach you, I will teach you!"

I don't want to make another inch when I see that the old thing has softened! said to the old thing: "This is about the same, don't be arrogant old things, you won't learn to be arrogant in the future, do you believe it or not?" After speaking, he took a brush and a notebook and walked to the nearest street lamp.

All that's left is the old stuff roaring behind you! The old thing was growling: "Who the hell is teaching whom, how can I talk to a grandson?"

In this way, for several days and nights, I practiced calligraphy under the street lamp. It's boring! I asked the old guy why he always practiced his words at night! The old guy's answer was to teach me how to stay up late! During this time, I practiced calligraphy almost at night, and slept during the day, completely disrupting the jet lag. I know the old guy must be more tired than I am, because I can sleep during the day and the old guy can't! He still has to make ends meet on his own, and he has to buy groceries during the day.

I practiced calligraphy for half a month, although it did not meet the old guy's expectation of "hair" size, but the size of the font I was still able to control freely!

Finally, in half a month, the old thing said that he didn't need to practice calligraphy, and he was going to tell me the right topic, because we didn't have much time, and the day before yesterday, the admission letter of middle school was sent to my home, and my mother and father decided to let me go home to study. It wasn't the best school in our school, and it was certainly not the worst, and it was okay to go so-so. Although I didn't want to study, I had to go back because I was too small and no one wanted to work, and they said that I would not be able to recruit children. It's a shame.

I told the old guy about what I was going back to, and the old guy was obviously a little lost. After spending so much time with each other, it can be said that they have nothing to say, and they are the same kind of people as each other, and he is the person I am talking to during this time, and I am probably the only person I can talk to now. The point is that when I'm gone, he doesn't smoke anymore.

Even if there is a lot of reluctance, the arrangement of fate is irresistible, and we can only muster up the courage to face the reality bravely. In the past few days, the old thing has always been a little lost, he always puts "I have no cigarettes to smoke when you leave", in fact, I understand, what the old guy wants to say is "I have no one to talk to when you leave" A lonely old man is not afraid of death, but endless loneliness.

Until the night before I left, the old guy and I knew this might be our last night. The old guy didn't teach me anything that night, the old guy brought a big bag of peanuts, and I ordered a few beers at my father's, and just like that, the old guy drank beer with peanuts, and the two of us sat on the floor and talked all night.

It was one night I will never forget, the old guy was dressed in tatters, but his heart was much warmer than some people in suits and ties, and he was thinking about others at every turn. It's a pity that good people in real life may not be able to get good rewards, the old guy is the best example, when he was young, he had the ability to help a lot of people, but when he was old, it was like this, there was really a meal up and down.

The night passed quickly, and the sky gradually brightened. The old guy said to me, "Go back to sleep, little thing, you'll have to ride in the car later."

I understood that I was not going back to wait for a while, and my father would be off work and it would be difficult to explain. I nodded to the old guy, gave the old guy the cigarette that was left in my pocket, and said to the old guy, "Just quit smoking, smoking is not good."

After hearing this, the old guy took the cigarette and said to me funny and angry: ", do you know if you still smoke?" Why don't you quit yourself? ”

I smiled at the old guy and said, "Hehe, it's your business to quit or not." I'll go back to sleep, so go back to sleep! ”

The old guy nodded and said to me, "Well, you can study hard when you go home, and when you have time, read the "Spell and Magic" and don't let it be lost in the future." Smoke less in the future, it's not good to smoke. "This is the most appropriate topic for us to say goodbye to. I think it's more practical than taking care.

After the old guy finished speaking, I nodded solemnly, and then quickly turned around and left. I don't want the old guy to see me cry, and I don't want to leave a stain on this unforgettable moment.

I didn't sleep when I got back to the room, and my mind kept recalling the old guy's obscene bits and pieces, the look of picking at the nose.

It was dawn, but I didn't feel sleepy at all, and I didn't have time to sleep, so I had breakfast and was going to the station to take the train.

Everything was ready, and my father was about to go to the station with his luggage, and when I reached the gate, I found that the old guy had already arrived there, and when he saw me staring at me dead and unwilling to move away, I could see in his eyes how reluctant he was. I have mixed feelings in my heart, we have gotten along with each other during this time, although I have an old thing or an old guy in my mouth, but deep down I have regarded him as a grandfather-like character. I'm sure he also treats me like a grandson.

Since my father was not in a position to say anything, I nodded quietly at him, and then followed my father, and I kept looking back, and the old guy had not gone away, as if he was watching me go home.

My nose was so sore that my eyes seemed to be about to hold back tears. When I came to a bend, I dropped my luggage, said to my father, "I'll go back and get something," and ran all the way back, tears streaming down my face as I ran.

I sped up when I saw that the old guy was still standing in the same position as before, and the old guy noticed me and dragged his disabled left leg towards me. When I approached him, I didn't hesitate, and hugged him heavily, and my tears fell on his shoulders.

The old guy couldn't speak, but just said, "I'm dirty, I'm dirty."

I didn't pay attention to this, and after hugging each other for a while, I let go of my hand and said to the old guy, "Look at your skinny bones, take good care of yourself, I have a chance to come back to see you."

Tears flashed in the old guy's eyes, but he still said to me with a smile: "After the little thing goes back, study hard, and you must face everything bravely in the future, because we are the descendants of the white faction." Let's go, don't miss the car for my old thing. ”

I nodded and turned to leave. I couldn't bear to look back, I was afraid to see the old guy. I wonder when my next visit will be? Will that old guy still be there when I come next time? I couldn't resist turning around to take one last look at the old guy. only to find that the old guy was no longer there.

Sitting in the car, I kept thinking of the old guy's bits and pieces, his nose deer, his obscene smile, his righteous heart, this lovely old man, an old man who is over seventy years old, an old man who works harder than others. Will I ever see him again?

(I can't really write the horse urine chapter, that's all)