Chapter 68 No one is born depraved

Chapter 68 [No one is born to degenerate] Calm down, but I gradually figured it out.

It seems reasonable. Ni Duoduo is actually a little sister, which is actually quite normal.

Considering her background, she has had no father since she was a child and grew up in a single-parent family. Her mother also passed away a few years ago. A young girl, who lacked the warmth of family affection and a certain family education, became a rebellious little sister. In fact, it is quite normal.

"Why are you standing in a daze?" Aze pushed me.

I suddenly smiled and looked back at Aze: "It's good."

"What's good?" This little girl is very good.

My smile is very sincere, and there is no irritability in my eyes.

Aze frowned: "You're not crazy, are you? This girl is obviously a little sister. We usually see such a girl in bars. What's so good? Let me tell you, even if someone tells me that she is taking drugs, I won't be surprised.

I understand the meaning of Aze's words. In fact, he is embarrassed to say it too badly: Indeed, with my life experience, I have seen too many of this kind of little sister.

I found a casual dance hall in Nanjing. When it was twelve o'clock in the evening, I went in and hung out. There were all the people like this kind of little sister and gangsters. Those who kowtowed their ecstasy held the wall and shook their heads and danced. When they were old, they were fascinated. Any man could You can do whatever you want... Although I can hear the meaning of Aze's words, but.

I just shook my head and didn't say anything. I turned my head and looked at Qiao Qiao: "What do you think?" Qiao Qiao sighed: "This little girl is very arrogant. Her age happens to be the most rebellious stage... To put it nicely, she is not afraid of heaven and earth.

It's unpleasant to say, but I don't know the depth of the sky.

I'm still laughing, but this time there is something else in my smile... "Joe, Aze... Isn't it just that heaven and earth are not afraid? No matter how arrogant she is, can she be arrogant with us? No matter how bold she is, can she be as bold as us? No matter how outrageous she does, can she be as ridiculous as us? No matter how ridiculous her life is, can she be as ridiculous as us? I smiled and said, "I just saw something familiar from her."

"What?" Aze and Jojo talked about this question at the same time.

"My own shadow."

I said something faintly, and then I smiled and looked at my two friends: "If I remember correctly... I was almost the same as this girl in those years."

. No parents.

No relatives, no family affection... these.

Isn't it very similar to my life in the past few years? When I was in middle school, my parents passed away, leaving me alone in the world. I once had such a muddle-headed life... Fighting, fighting, smoking, and absenteeism.

I wandered on the street all day long... In those years, I also had such a period of time... At that time, I hated everything and despised everything... Including myself! And I used to use this almost depraved way of life to paralythe myself... to hide myself... I also go in and out of all kinds of chaotic places every day like a little gangster, and waste time with a group of the same gangsters. Every night, I play games until my own people are not like ghosts and ghosts... I waste all my time Noodles, just because I dare not go home! Because I don't have a home! There is only one empty house at home! No one is waiting for me at home, and no one will leave a lamp for me! No one will leave me food in the microwave... I can only use everything to hide my inner fear, or... loneliness.

But I'm more fortunate than Ni Duoduo: I also have a master who taught me kung fu.

My master is an old folk boxer.

An old man in his fifties has his own small barber shop.

At that time, I was originally sent by my parents to a middle school in a small county in other places, and my master lived in that small county.

No one knows that this seemingly unattuous little old man is a martial arts master.

I remember clearly that when I was a sophomore in middle school, my parents died in a car accident. After I rushed back to Nanjing from the county for mourning, I didn't go back to school.

When I was a teenager, I experienced the most painful experience for the first time in my life. I had no relatives or friends... For the first month, I locked myself at home, didn't go out, and was afraid to see the sun like a ghost... After that, I began to learn bad.

I began to wander around some places such as the troupe, drinking and fighting, and I also made a lot of friends who did bad things with them.

Only when I am drunk can I forget the loneliness in my heart.

My thought at that time was: Whatever! Whatever you want! Anyway, even if I die, no one will worry about me! At that time, I often went in and out of the police station. If it hadn't been for the fact that I was very young at that time, I'm afraid I wouldn't have come out so easily.

On such days, I spent a year in Nanjing... And after a fight in the lounge, I was taken to the police station again, and then sent to the detention center for ten days.

That was the last time I entered the detention center. Ten days later, I came out of it, alone, not even a bag.

My hair is sticky, and my body smells a little strange.

It's not that I don't take a shower... but when I'm inside, I fight with other people in the same class every night. Every night, I'm either beaten or beaten. I roll from the bed to the ground. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I'm splashed on the toilet, and then my head is covered with A box of fists and feet! And after dawn, you have to pretend to be indifferent.

You can only rely on yourself! If you dare to report it to the police, not only will I be punished more severely, but I will even get more revenge in the future nights! And these starting reasons are just the first day I just went in.

Reluctant to buy cigarettes for a "big boss" in his class.

(Note: Nowadays, in prisons and detention centers, credit cards are used for consumption. There are all kinds of daily necessities that can be purchased, and you can swipe cards.

In some individual places, there may even be cigarettes for sale... Of course, the price is much more expensive than that on the market outside!) Ten days later, when I walked out of the detention center, I had several new injuries on my body, and when I looked at the white sunshine in the sky, I was suddenly at a loss... From the bottom of my heart, at that moment, I really thought of... death.

And at that moment, at the door of the detention center, I saw a master in his fifties standing under a sycamore tree.

He had a cigarette in his son - I know that Master had some asthma.

I have quit smoking for many years. He was wearing an old dark jacket, and he didn't stand up straight. The wrinkles on his face were like dried orange peel, and there was a cigarette butt under his feet.

Seeing me coming out, Master threw away the cigarette butt and walked slowly to me.

To be honest, I was completely stupid at that time.

I was stunned.

Master just walked to me silently and took out a thicker coat from a very shabby leather bag with him and put it on me. During the whole process, he didn't say a word.

I was dumbfounded at that time, but I let Master put on my coat, let Master give me all the buttons one by one... Then Master stood in front of me, looked at me for a few seconds, and suddenly stretched out his hand and hit me with a big mouth.

Master's hands are very heavy. He is a martial arts practitioner.

My hands were full of calluses, and I fell to the ground with a slap.

At that time, I was lying on the ground with a burning pain on my face... but I don't know why.

I was suddenly moved... Really! I'm not angry at all, and I don't hate Master hitting me at all.

Master looked at me like this... The sun was very bright that day. Although it was winter, Master stood in front of me and looked at me condescendingly. His broad figure seemed to cover the sky.

Then, Master stretched out his hand and pulled me up, and only whispered to me, "Dongzi, let's go home."

At that time, there seemed to be a gate in my heart, which was opened at once. I didn't get up, but knelt on the ground, hugged my master's thigh, cried in a mess, howled one after another, and rubbed Master's trousers with tears and snot.

Really, if it's the most touching sentence I've ever heard in my life... Then it was the winter afternoon of that year, at the gate of the detention center, the master said to me with his slightly hoarse tone with a local accent in northern Jiangsu: "Dongzi, let's go home."

It was at that moment that I felt that I had survived, and I realized that I was still a person! I still have a home! ...................................In the car, I told these past things to Qiao Qiao in a faint tone. Qiao Qiao's eyes turned a little red. She quickly bounced off a tear from the corners of her eyes and whispered, "Then what?" After that day, I followed my master back to the small county and back to my master's home.

Master took out the plaster and pasted it on the wound on my body at night, and cut my hair with his own hands.

The next day, I went to school to help me go through the procedures for returning to school. I studied in the middle school in that county until I graduated from high school.

In the last year, I was honest and didn't do anything again.

I took out a cigarette and lit it for myself.

"Your master is such a good man."

Joe sighed.

"Hmm."

I nodded: "Without the master, there would have been no me for a long time."

"Where is your master now? Is it still in that county? The muscles on my face trembled, sighed, and looked out of the window: "I passed away. I left the year I graduated from high school... stomach cancer."

After saying that, I threw a sip of cigarette out of the car window, and then said lightly, "When Master passed away, I personally carried his coffin to the car of the crematorium... Before he died, he asked me to go back to Nanjing to live a good life and stop fooling around.

Then I came back and slowly lived until now.

Speaking of this, I lowered my head and thought for a moment: "Actually, in the past few years, I have been in that kind of place, I have seen too many bullshit things, and some people want to pull me into the water to do something wrong, but every time I sleep at night, I dream of my master... The master didn't scold me or say anything... I just dreamed that the master stood at the door of the detention center waiting for me... Then, I didn't dare to do bad things.

Qiao Qiao looked a little emotional: "Chen Yang, these things have never been told to us before."

I smiled and said, "Joe, no matter how good a friend is, there are always some secrets between each other... For example, have I asked you why you only like women? For example, Aze, have I ever asked him why he was so promiscuous? Or wood, have I ever asked him why he is so boring? Qiao Qiao looked a little unnatural, and then raised his eyebrows and scolded with a cover-up smile: "There's so much nonsense. If you don't say it, don't say it! Who is rare!" I put away my smile and said, "So, I will say that the little girl is actually very good."

I took out the photo given to me by Jinhe and handed it over. Qiao Qiao took it, took a quick look, and then continued to drive. He frowned and said, "There is a pretty little girl in the photo."

"Yes."

I smiled calmly: "She should have been a very good little girl, but her experience may be similar to mine, but there is no one around her who pulled her out of that muddle-headed environment."

Qiao Qiao shut her mouth and didn't say anything. I sighed: "No one is born to like depraved..." Hearing this, Qiao Qiao's body shook slightly and her eyes were a little strange, but then she smiled: "Then let's go to that little girl now and continue your action to save the delinic girl."

Aze's old car is behind us.

The three of us are driving to the city.

The destination of our trip is a karaoke room in the city.

Just before I came out of school, I asked Ni Duoduo's classmates where they would play with their friends in the afternoon.

Maybe I'm a little pretentious to say this: I really seem to see my own shadow in Ni Duoduo's eyes.

It's true... It's not pretentious.

And I said to myself: I must give this girl a hand! What's more, she is the daughter of Brother Huan! I have already inquired that the school Ni Duoduo attends in is a typical aristocratic school... And it claims to the outside world that it adopts completely Western-style management... In fact, this is all bullshit, and the real Western school management is not like this at all! The real excuse of this school is: as long as you pay the expensive tuition fee, and then as long as your child does not kill, set fire or violate the law, the school basically ignores it! After a few years, I will give you a graduation certificate after graduation, and then the rich family will continue to spend money to find a college for their children to continue to make a living. If possible, just send them abroad.

Obviously, Ni Duoduo's children must have skipped class in the afternoon.