Chapter 17: Another parting

When the old man finished saying these words, he changed back to his previous obscene face. It looks much better in this way.

While picking his nose, he took out a brush and a book from the pocket of his dilapidated coat. When he handed it to me, he said, "Take the little thing to practice brush calligraphy. When you can draw a brush the size of a hair with a brush, you will pass!"

I looked at the old man in surprise and thought that the old man was not sick. Didn't he say that he would teach me the charm? Why did you teach me to write calligraphy? I said to the old man, "The old man is wrong. Isn't he talking about learning charms? How can I change the calligraphy?"

The old man said to me arrogantly with a cigarette in his mouth, "What do you want me to do? Ask, ask, what do you?"

As soon as I saw that the old guy was so pretentious, I was angry. His uncle gave him a straw and he climbed up without looking at what he was climbing? I stood up angrily and scolded the old man, "Damn, the old man has a bad temper? If you're arrogant, I won't learn it. It's not rare!" After saying that, I was ready to turn my head and leave. I know that this kind of old man is also the same as Grandpa Chen in the past. He is afraid that the family's ability will be lost in his hands.

Sure enough, the old guy was afraid that I would not learn it. He immediately returned to his previous appearance and said with a smile, "Don't worry, little thing. This writing calligraphy is also for your own good. The head of the rune must learn to write brush first. If you can't write brush, how can you draw symbols? Don't worry? I will teach you when you should write slowly. Ha!"

I don't want to take another inch when I see that the old man is soft! He said to the old man, "It's almost the same. Don't be arrogant. If you are arrogant in the future, you won't learn from me. Do you believe it or not?" After saying that, he took a brush and notebook and walked to the nearest street lamp.

Only the old thing left behind is the roaring old thing! The old man was roaring, "Who is teaching whom? How can I be with a grandson?"

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In this way, I practiced calligraphy under the street lamp for several days in a row. It's boring! I asked the old guy why he always practices writing at night! The old man's answer is to teach me how to stay up late! During this period, I almost practiced calligraphy at night and slept during the day, which completely disrupted the jet lag. I know that the old guy must be more tired than me, because I can still sleep during the day, but the old guy can't! He has to make a living by himself and buy vegetables during the day.

I have been practicing calligraphy for half a month. Although I didn't meet the "hair" size expected by the old man, I can still control the size of the font freely!

Finally, in half a month, the old man said that he didn't need to practice calligraphy. He was going to talk to me about the topic, because we didn't have much time. The admission notice from the middle school was sent to my home the day before yesterday, and my mother and father discussed and decided to let me go home to study. That school is not the best in our place. Of course, it is not the worst. It can be read carelessly. Although I am not willing to study, I still have to go back, because because I am too small to work, and no one wants it at all, and they say that I don't recruit child labor. What a shame.

I told the old guy about what I was going back to. The old man was obviously a little lost. After being together with each other for so long, it can be said that they have nothing to say, and they are the same kind of people. During this period, he has been the person I chatted with. Maybe I am the only one who can talk to him now. The point is that he won't smoke when I leave.

Even if there are all kinds of reluctance, the arrangement of fate is irresistible, and you can only summon up the courage to face the reality bravely. In the past few days, the old man has always been a little frustrated. He always talks about "I don't smoke when you leave". In fact, I understand that what the old guy wants to say is "I have no one to talk when you leave." A lonely old man is not afraid of death, but endless loneliness.

Until the night before I left, the old guys and I knew that this might be our last night. That night, the old guy didn't teach me anything. The old guy brought a big bag of peanuts, and I drank a few bottles of beer at my father's. In this way, I drank beer with the old guy with peanuts and sat on the ground and talked all night.

That was an unforgettable night. Although the old man was dressed in tatters, his heart was much warmer than that of some people in suits and ties, and he was thinking about others everywhere. It's a pity that good people in real life may not be able to get good retribution. The old man is the best example. When he was young, he had the ability to help many people, but when he was old, he was like this.

That night passed quickly, and the sky gradually dawned. The old man said to me, "Little thing, go back to bed. You have to take the bus later."

I understand that if I don't go back, it will be difficult for my father to give up when he gets off work. I nodded to the old man, gave the left cigarette in my pocket to the old man, and said to the old man, " Quit smoking. It's not good to smoke."

After hearing this, the old man took the cigarette and said to me funny and angrily, "Get out of here, do you know it's not good and you still smoke it? Why don't you quit by yourself?"

I smiled at the old guy and said, "Ha ha, it's your business whether to quit or not. I'm going back to bed. You can go back to sleep for a while!"

The old guy nodded and said to me, "Well, you should study hard when you get home. When you are free, take a look at Spells and don't let it be lost in the future. Small things, smoke less in the future. It's not good to smoke. This is the most appropriate topic for us to say goodbye to each other. I think it's more practical than take care.

After the old man 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.

When I returned to the room, I didn't sleep, and my mind kept recalling the old guy's obscene bits and snot.

It was dawn, but I didn't sleep at all and didn't have time to sleep. After breakfast, I had to go to the station to take the bus.

Everything was ready, and my father and I were going to the station with my luggage. When I walked to the gate, I found that the old man had already arrived there. Seeing that I came out and stared at me and didn't want to move away, I could see how reluctant he was in his eyes. I have mixed feelings in my heart. During this period, we have been getting along with each other. Although I have an old guy or an old guy in my mouth, I have already regarded him as a grandfather-like figure in my heart. I believe that he also treats me as his own grandson.

Because my father was inconvenient to say anything, I quietly nodded to him and then followed my father. I kept looking back. The old guy had never walked away, as if he was watching me go home.

My nose is sore, and my eyes seem to be unable to tolerate tears. When I got to a corner, I left my luggage and said to my father, "I'll go back to get something." Then I ran all the way back, and tears kept falling on the way.

When I saw that the old guy was still standing in the previous position, I speeded up. The old guy also found me and dragged his disabled left leg towards me. When I approached him without hesitation, I hugged him heavily, and my tears fell on his shoulders.

The old man couldn't speak. He just kept saying, "I'm dirty and I'm dirty."

I didn't pay attention to this. After hugging each other for a while, I let go of my hand and said to the old man, "Look at your thinness, there are only bones left. Take good care of yourself. I have a chance to come back to see you."

Tears flashed in the old man's eyes, but he still said to me with a strong smile: "When the little guy goes back, he will study hard and face everything bravely in the future, because we are descendants of the white school. Let's go. Don't miss the car for me, an old man.

I nodded and turned away. I can't bear to look back. I'm afraid to see that old guy. I really don't know when I will come next time? Will the old guy still be there when I come next time? I couldn't help turning around and looking at the old guy for the last time. But I found that the old man was no longer there.

Sitting in the car, I kept thinking of the old guy's bits and pieces, his snot, his obscene smile, his righteous heart, this lovely old man, an old man over 70 years old, an old man who works harder than others. Can I still see him in the future?

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

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