Che Youming went out

 In the evening, a person with a message came to the house and asked Chunxiang to go to the town clinic.

At that time, Che Xiaoman was climbing on a tall grapefruit tree. The sun set in the west illuminated everything brightly, and there was a beautiful water-like glow on the window glass. The glossy leaves gleamed white in the sunlight, and the huge canopy enveloped him like a green cloud. This summer, he grew up again. The position where his feet swayed into the air seemed to be closer to the ground. Once, he wanted to jump directly to the ground from there, to perform the effect of a sudden drop of heavenly soldiers, to scare people passing by under the tree. But he was dragged by Che Youming's feet and dragged straight down.

Now, Che Youming went out again. He drove a dump truck to a stone factory in a neighboring county to pull goods. He had to live at the construction site and could not go home for ten days and a half months.

Xiaoman remembered the few times he was beaten before Che Youming set off, and until now, his buttocks are still burning. That day, Xiaoman pulled out a few cockscombs that his sister Xiaoya had planted in the beer box, and he wanted to use that box to raise rabbits. Seeing the wilted flowers thrown on the ground, Xiaoya jumped to her feet with anger, and ran over to complain to Che Youming.

While speaking, Che Youming was standing by the well. He hung two bottles of beer in the well and should be able to carry them up. His oil-soaked hands pressed against the edge of the well, pouted his ass and lowered his head to look carefully at the well. His back was black and red, shining brightly in the hot sun. A smell of diesel, mixed with sweat and alcohol lingered around him. After watching for a while, Che Youming stood up and carried the bucket steadily. The beer bottle was a big green belly, like his belly, that rattled as it collided with the bucket. Che Youming squeezed the necks of the two wine bottles with one hand and was about to walk into the house. Xiaoya ran over and said while crying. Xiaoman also ran over and kicked the bucket with a kick. The bucket brushed past Xiaoya with a clatter, fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and fell into the well accurately. In an instant, the shade was also frightened and stood upright. Che Youming gave a soft "Huh", then strode forward, grabbed Xiaoman's ears and entered the house...

Chunxiang was very puzzled, saying that the brothers and sisters of other families get along well, why can't our family's? Xiaoya's character looks quite docile, and once she quarrels with Xiaoman, the hysterical mania definitely seems to be possessed by evil spirits.

Chunxiang is still doing embroidery work for the textile factory in Tanghou. In the room on the first floor next to the well, there were two embroidery frames made of round wood as thick as the wrist for a long time, with the canvas she wanted to embroider stretched in the middle. Smaller, Xiaoman likes to play under that shelf. As soon as she touched Chunxiang's leg, she gently kicked him and whispered, "Be good, don't be naughty." She knitted the colorful wool into beautiful landscape paintings, or still life paintings. It is said that these canvases were exported to Europe to hang where foreigners ate. Those colorful cottons and yarns piled up in the room with a nice scent. I can't tell what it smells like, but it's warm and colorful, and she also smells like this. Later, after Xiaoya finished her homework, she also liked to dig into this room, and did not let Xiaoman in. But Chunxiang said, "Xiaoya is still like me, but girls are different."

In the distance, Xiaoman sees Chunxiang still embroidering through the window. Xiaoya stood behind her, and the two were talking affectionately. The electric fan blows their hair, and some of the slightly curled ends flutter in the wind and seem to be shining. Later, Xiaoya stood up, threading a row of needles, pinned it on a cardboard, and placed it in front of Chunxiang. Xiaoya's eyes are small, but beautiful, like two crescent moons on her face. The same small eyes are a little swollen and a little short when they grow here in Xiaoman. When her body stood upright, it was like a huqin. Xiaoman felt that Xiaoya had changed a bit, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

Che Youming was not there and no one was taking care of him. Che Xiaoman felt very happy.

By this time, the grandmother had collected her herbs. She moved under the tree and asked Xiaoman to come down. But Xiaoman is not, he likes to stay in the tree. So he made a strange noise and grimaced at her sticking out his tongue. In this family, only his grandmother is the best for him. She said that the girls belonged to other people, and sooner or later the water was poured out, and it was the grandson who passed on the lineage.

Standing under the tree for a while, she smelled the fragrance of other people's food, wiped some cloudy tears with the back of her hands, and said to herself that Chunxiang didn't cook yet, she was dying of starvation. But her voice was not loud, and she disappeared after turning around in the middle of the yard. Normally, after hearing her mother-in-law's complaint, Chunxiang would not go out until she finished embroidering the thread on her hand. And her complaint just now was blown away by the wind before it ran into Chunxiang's ears. It's so hot, where does the wind come from?

The gust of wind may have come with a sudden brake. It was an unprepared brake, hasty and panic. After the sound of braking, it was the sudden sound of the motorcycle engine, which stopped on the road outside the yard.

Xiaoman was startled, and his body shook involuntarily. He gently moved his aching buttocks on the tree trunk, and the tree trunk shook slightly. Through the gaps in the leaves, he saw a man in old gray overalls and a blue helmet on a motorcycle. The man propped his legs on the ground and asked loudly, "Is this Che Youming's house?"

Xiaoman thought, if he didn't come down, Xiaoya would quickly come out of the room, rush to the guests like a dog, and pretend to say, "I'm an adult, if you have anything, just tell me. Come on!" Xiaoman disliked Xiaoya's attitude the most. Every time, he was disdainful in his heart. Huh, it's just three years older, what's so great.

Thinking of this, Xiaoman slid down from the tree neatly, walked to him with his hips on his hips, and asked loudly, "Who are you looking for?"

The man's face was dark, with one eye with a single eyelid and the other with a double eyelid. He looked at Che Xiaoman, then at his grandmother, and said, "I'm here to talk, so let's talk to your mother."

Later, Chunxiang came out, walked slowly around the well, and followed this man into the shadow of the wall.

There were some small sounds from the wind, and Xiaoman heard "health center" and "trouble". Seeing her grandmother still standing there, she made a face at her, grinned and stuck out her tongue, exaggeratingly showing her black moth-eaten teeth.

Chunxiang went to the clinic overnight and didn't go home.

Cicadas screamed loudly. Grandmother couldn't sit still, so she went into Xiaoman's room and patted his back with a palm fan.

She said: "Grandson, look, your father stepped out on the front foot, and your mother went out on the back foot. I told your mother yesterday that there is no water in the tank, and I can't see clearly, so I'm afraid of falling into the well. You go to the well to get some water. Ouch! She didn't answer me and flew out like a butterfly. Do you see if she hasn't come home yet? As soon as your dad went out, she was right I'm here... look. My good grandson, get up and bring me a bucket of water."

Xiaoman fell asleep soundly. Sweat soaked his hair wet, and the clumps stood up like tentacles. He let out a feeble snort, shook his hand impatiently, and motioned for his grandmother not to disturb him.

But the grandmother didn't stop, she continued to use the palm fan to fan Xiaoman hard a few times, and said, "You Xiaoman, grandma hurt you in vain?" Full hair tips fly out.

Xiaoman had to get up. With his head down, a straw mat print on his face, he stumbled over a bucket to the well to fetch water, and stumbled to sit at the table to eat vegetables and pickled rice. After Che Youming went out, no one was cooking, and the food at home was reduced by several levels.

While Xiaoman was eating like wax, Xiaoya walked in from outside. She didn't even look at anyone, so she ran upstairs. After a while, she ran down again, with an extra bag in her hand.

The grandmother frowned and said, "You also learn from your mother that you don't take me seriously?"

But Xiaoya ran out without answering, her eyes were red, as if she had cried.

The grandmother was very angry and said sadly, "Why doesn't Youming go home? What is this all about?"

Later, she groped, and in the drawer of the cabinet where fish, shrimp, and crabs were painted, she found a floppy ten-yuan piece of money, put it in front of Xiaoman, and said, "Grandma will give you some pocket money, do you want it? "

Xiaoman immediately woke up from his dream, he reached out and quickly grabbed the money into his hands, grinning.

The grandmother blinked her white and dark eyes, and then said, "You took my money, and you have to do something for me." Head, "Go to the clinic to see, what is Chunxiang doing?"

Xiaoman hummed a few times, and while pouring the rest of the rice soup into his mouth, he quickly fastened the buckle on his sandals. With ten dollars in his pocket, Xiaoman raised his chin higher. He thought: This money has to be spent quickly, so Xiaoya and the others cannot find out. He jumped to avoid the large sieves at the door, and quickly ran out of the yard.

Innocently hot, the sun made him unable to open his eyes. As my grandmother used to say, it was "the sun is closing people down". Xiaoman couldn't understand, the sun will close the candy and the popsicles, how do people close it? But the heat on the ground still penetrated the plastic sandals and scorched the soles of his feet. On the ground, even the ants were too hot to see.

A hot, bitter herbal smell rose from the yard. Those sieves were filled with strange herbs, which had turned grayish white. My grandmother had cataracts and her vision became increasingly blurred. Chunxiang brought her eye drops from the clinic, but she threw it away like poison. She has a deep-rooted prejudice against doctors. She said that the sixth child in the village was killed by the doctor. Lao Liu had a headache for a few days, so he went to the health center to hang salt water. He didn't know what the doctor put on him. Suddenly, the salt water stopped dripping, and the people were gone. What a good person, if you say no, it's gone. Speaking of the sixth, she wiped away tears. But what is irritating, she said, the wife of the sixth child, married the doctor the next year.

In order to cure the eyes, the grandmother tossed all kinds of earthwork, and never tired of it. Once, she even let Che Xiaoman urinate in her face to wash her eyes. In addition, she also does not allow her family to go to the health center to see a doctor. When Xiaoman had a headache, he also ate the herbs she prepared. But Chunxiang and Xiaoya didn't want to listen to her, they always shook their heads and said, "You don't understand."

Xiaoman didn't go to the clinic directly, he couldn't figure out how to spend the ten dollars he got. At first, he wanted to buy a bunch of marbles. Because a few days ago, he and Aaron lost playing marbles with nothing, so he had to borrow a few from him, hoping to make a comeback. However, Aaron took the bag of winnings and stopped playing with him. If you can buy marbles for ten dollars, you will be very proud, and you can show it off in front of Aaron. However, he was hesitant to buy a toy car, one with rolling wheels, or a slingshot with a metal handle.

The sun was strong, and a layer of water vapor seemed to evaporate on the ground. The light from the sun pierced his skin like a needle.

At the canteen at the entrance of the village, Xiaoman spent one dollar to buy a piece of ice brick, and stuffed the nine-yuan change he recovered into his trousers pocket. As soon as he turned to go out, he met Zhang Bing and his brother Zhang Jun under a large camphor tree nearby.

Zhang Jun is a few years older than Xiaoya. He has dropped out of school and worked as an apprentice in a mold factory. He didn't learn well since he was a child, and became famous for fighting. Under normal circumstances, well water does not make river water, and children of Xiaoman's age will keep aloof when they see Zhang Jun. But his brother Zhang Bing is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and because he has a powerful brother, he will always provoke something.

Xiaoman was walking while sucking the ice bricks, and when he saw them, it was too late to find a way out. Sure enough, the uneasy hunch was right. Seeing Xiaoman approaching, they whistled. The whistle was soft, making Xiaoman's ears itchy.

They were leaning back and forth on a brand new motorcycle. It was bought by Zhang Jun not long ago, and the red lacquer surface was shiny, like it had just been taken out of the package. It can be seen that Zhang Jun wipes his car every day. Xiaoman once owned a red toy car, which Che Youming and Chunxiang bought when they took him to Wenzhou to see a doctor. At first, he also wiped the car spotless; later, a wheel and a rearview mirror were dropped, and it was very sad to see; and later, the toy car was disassembled into a pile of parts by Xiaoman... many The second time, Xiao Mandu saw Zhang Jun wandering in that car after get off work. The usual Zhang Jun is always wearing a gray workwear with mottled oil stains on it. When he went out at night, he would change into his clothes, smelling of Nais soap all over his body, and his hair was combed and shiny. Sometimes he would go to the door of the middle school and whistle at the girl who had finished her self-study at night. If it was a group of people who came out together, he would watch from a distance. If it is one or two people who are alone, he will lean over and say hello with a smile on his face.

Che Youming was driving home at night when he encountered Zhang Jun chasing a female middle school student who was riding a bicycle. He said: "It was raining and the road was dark, so the girl was riding alone on the road. I saw Zhang Yun's eldest son, riding a motorcycle, going around like a snake. Beside her. The girl was crying and her voice was shaking. He was still stubborn... I put the headlights on him. He saw me, probably scared too, and drove away in despair After that, I drove behind the girl and took her all the way home." After hearing this, Chunxiang didn't dare to let Xiaoya go to self-study at night. She always felt that something was going to happen to the two sons of Zhang Yun's family in the future, and she told Xiaoman to stay away from them.

Today is probably Zhang Jun's rest day, and now, Xiaoman can smell the Naais soap on him from a distance. Zhang Jun smiled and stretched out a leg to block the road.

Zhang Bing walked over staggeringly, as if there was something heavy on his shoulders. He stopped in front of Xiaoman, also smiled, put his hands in his pockets, tilted his head and said, "The conditions are good, and there are ice bricks to eat. Please let's have a cigarette!"

Xiaoman pretended not to understand, scratched his neck, and said, "I don't smoke. If I smoke, my dad won't kill me."

Zhang Bing was still smiling.

Zhang Jun raised his head, squinted his eyes and said to Zhang Bing, "Stop talking nonsense with him, hurry up." His lips were thin and pale. Xiaoman couldn't understand why such a handsome person likes fighting so much. I heard that he also carried a pocket knife with him.

Hearing the order, Zhang Bing immediately stopped smiling. He was a little anxious, and patted Xiaoman on the shoulder. Xiaoman's body naturally shrank to the ground. He wanted to run away quickly, but he felt that he could not escape Zhang Jun's two wheels.

"Little guy, how is it?" Seeing that Xiaoman didn't respond, Zhang Bing's hand became heavy, and he almost hugged Xiaoman.

What can Xiaoman do? He looked at these two obstacles, and there was nothing he could do.

So, Zhang Bing moved his hand from Xiaoman's shoulder to his pocket, took out the sweaty roll of change, waved it, and said, "That's it? It's not enough to buy a pack of cigarettes!"

Xiaoman regretted not spending the money. He jumped up and reached for Zhang Bing's hand. Unfortunately, Zhang Bing was already two heads taller than him, but now he raised his hand above his head again. When he jumped up, the unfinished ice bricks also fell to the ground. Xiaoman had no choice but to say in a low voice, "I bought this money for my grandma, please give it back to me! I will honor you when I have money, okay?"

"No." Zhang Bing laughed loudly, "I'll talk about the future, how can I throw away the meat in my mouth? You little bastard, you want to get the money back, you ask Xiaoya to come and ask us!"

"Call me brother-in-law, and I'll let you go." Zhang Jun followed suit. After he finished speaking, he pinched Xiaoman's face and added: "Xiaoya is getting better and better. Come on, call me brother-in-law." Zhang Jun's hands were thick, and he seemed to be tired of the smell of engine oil. Maybe it came from the alloy mold he made every day.

There are no women in Zhang Jun's family, but there are two in Xiaoman's family. I don't know why, but after listening to Zhang Jun's words, Xiaoman felt a very uncomfortable feeling. He thought of what his father had said, a girl as big as Xiaoya, who could not get rid of his tail while riding a bicycle desperately in the middle of the night. Then, the wall in the public toilet popped up in his mind again. Various people left a series of dirty words on it. The naked women were painted dirty, and there were even phlegm. He suddenly became afraid, if the names in front of those "XX is a broken shoe..." became Chunxiang or Xiaoya, would he rush up to fight the scribbled person. But now, he could only watch them take the money and humiliate himself.

In the distance, someone came over. Zhang Jun stepped on the motorcycle, patted the seat, and told Zhang Bing to leave quickly.

The motorcycle started, and Xiaoman shouted excitedly: "You wait, my dad is going home."

Zhang Jun and the others laughed even more presumptuously and said, "Okay, okay, we'll wait. You don't know yet, whether he can go home or not!" Then, in Xiaoman's anger, he walked away.

The ice bricks that fell on the ground have turned into a pool of white things, which makes people feel distressed. Xiaoman wiped the sweat from his face, and licked his lips by the way, the corners of his mouth were sweet, and there was a creamy taste of ice bricks. The nine yuan must not be returned, and he began to regret that he did not buy the slingshot. He used to do a few with branches, and the rubber bands used were the kind that Xiaoya used to tie her hair. The tension of the rubber band is not enough, so I can only hit the birds on the tree and the glass of the neighbor's house. Xiaoman tried it and found that the new slingshot could reach a range of about 50 meters. If the bullets were used better, he could aim at Zhang Jun's window while staying on the pomelo tree at home.

But what does Zhang Jun mean? Xiaoman recalled carefully, he was sure that Zhang Jun said, "I don't know if he can go home!" Why can't his father go home?

Angrily walking to the clinic, Xiaoman remembered what her grandmother said. She said, "I don't know what to do, but I go to the clinic every day. Even the next-door neighbors know that she is a frequent visitor of Dr. Wang..."

Dr. Wang is Chunxiang's old classmate. Wearing a mask and glasses, he is a general practitioner who sees all kinds of diseases, but he is most famous for his Qianjin Fang, which is said to be specialized in gynecological diseases and cures all diseases. When there are no patients, Dr. Wang likes to play with the pots of orchids that are kept on the window. From those places that were not covered by the mask, it could be seen that he was very white. Xiaoman looked carefully, in addition to Bai, he was also slightly fat, especially his hands, which were white and fat. There was no stubble on his chin, unlike his father, who was still black after shaving. Dr. Wang likes to call Xiaoman "little guy" affectionately, and likes to pat him on the head as if the watermelon is ripe. But he shook his head regretfully, looked at Chunxiang and said, how could such a good female classmate marry the coachman Che Youming. Whenever he said disdainfully that Che Youming was a coachman, Xiaoman glared at him with his small eyes, and said reproachfully, "What's wrong with the coachman, I am the coachman's son."

The clinic is an L-shaped three-story building. There are many people like Dr. Wang who come to work in a hurry, there are also many people who live from afar to treat patients, and some people come and go. It's not far from home, and Xiaoman also comes to play when he has nothing to do. He asked Dr. Wang to use a syringe as a water gun to play with, and he also used a large salt water bottle as a thermos for his grandmother. There is a laboratory on the easternmost side of the third floor of the clinic, which is closed all the year round. By opening a corner of the curtain, Xiaoman saw the skeleton model of Bai Sensen inside. There were some glassware on several rows of long tables, but without exception, a layer of dust had fallen.

Arriving outside Dr. Wang's clinic, Xiaoman gently pressed his body against the cement wall and looked inward with his head stuck out. The north-facing wall had not absorbed the heat of the sun, and the temperature seemed to be lower. Therefore, he felt a comfortable coolness in the position of his arms and face. The coolness tugged at him, making him lazy and unwilling to move.

But Chunxiang was not in the consultation room. Dr. Wang is treating a woman with a disc-like face. The person said there were lumps here and there, so Dr. Wang asked her to unbutton her clothes and let him feel it. Xiaoman's head probed, and the woman saw it first. She scolded her face coldly: "This little man, what's so beautiful, go away, go away." That man's skirt was red, with white dots in circles, and he stared at them like countless eyes. .

Xiaoman slowly stretched out his right hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but did not move his feet. Xiaoman remembered that Chunxiang and Xiaoya had also come to see the doctor. Where did Dr. Wang touch her? Thinking of this, and thinking of what the two brothers Zhang Jun said, he had a strange feeling, sour, so he said bitterly: "What are you looking at, why let me go away!" He still vomited Tongue, deliberately leaned forward.

At this time, Dr. Wang felt it and signaled the woman to button up. Dr. Wang slowly moved his heavy butt back to the old rattan chair, raised his right leg and folded it over his left, and brushed off the wrinkles on his trousers. A large electric fan hummed in his head, blowing a few hairs on top of his head. Usually, he would wave to Xiaoman with a smile and say, "Little guy, come here." Now, he frowned and said unhappily, "Why are you here?"

Xiaoman wiped the sweat on the wall with his hands and asked, "Where did you hide my mother?"

There was a strange smile on the corner of Dr. Wang's mouth, and he became serious again. He took a pen and quickly wrote something down in a notebook, then raised his head and said to Xiaoman seriously, "How do I know where your mother is? I'm at work and I haven't seen your mother."

Xiaoman looked at Dr. Wang, then at the woman who was still sitting motionless, sticking out her tongue. "Then give me a syringe!"

Dr. Wang said, "There is no syringe yet, so go back first." Then, he and the woman both looked at Xiaoman and said, "Why haven't you left yet?" If Xiaoman didn't leave, Dr. Wang went with the woman. next door.

Next door is the pharmacy, there are people waiting to get the medicine, making a lot of noise. But Dr. Wang's room suddenly became silent, and even the sound of the electric fan seemed dispensable. Xiaoman saw that on the chair where the woman sat, there was a red snake-print leather bag, the zipper was open, and the opening was as casual as the clothes she undid.

It was getting dark, Chunxiang hadn't come home yet, and Xiaoya's room was also closed.

Grandmother lay in bed for the first time all day without food. She sadly told Xiaoman that she had a long dream, and she couldn't find her relatives in the dream. She said, "I'm going to be a blind old woman with no eyes. It's fine if I can't see anything. What do you think? Let's do it like this! People are doing it, God is watching! Xiaoman! Your mother thinks I don't know anything. In fact, I can see everything clearly... Your father is not at home, and she runs to the clinic every day. Hygiene what?"

Grandma spoke excitedly and coughed a few times. She patted her chest and patted Xiaoman's back. For some reason, Xiaoman thought of the faces of the Zhang Bing brothers, the rough hand holding his face. Xiaoman wondered why he had formed a feud with Brother Zhang Jun. The word "hatred" made him startled again, as if an ant was arrogantly going to fight with two praying mantises. Yes, he must be less than 1.4 meters tall and can't beat those two brothers. He remembered the way they looked back at him whistling and sneering, feeling like his teeth were going to be crushed. He squatted down and picked up a stone the size of a fist, but he didn't throw it out. In the end, he just spit at their distant backs.

However, he soon had no time to think about it. When his ears picked up the screeching sound of a motorcycle, he immediately jumped up reflexively and touched the slingshot in his trousers pocket. The weight of the slingshot made his trousers drop, and he pulled up the waistband. But the string of voices did not stop at the door of his house. It seemed that he turned the accelerator a few times on purpose, and then drove straight across the village road and went into the distance.

Xiaoman went around the window of Xiaoya's room and looked inside, but couldn't see anything, it was dark, and the curtains were drawn. He buttoned the window lightly, holding his breath for a response from inside, but there was no sound. Once, Xiaoman overheard Xiaoya crying in the room, and she said to her mother: "I don't know whose hand, so I just stood upright, that hand twisted on my butt. I jumped up. , startled me. I thought something was biting me..."

Xiaoman remembered the hole he made in Xiaoya's forehead with a steel ring when he was seven years old. That's also the needle that Dr. Wang sewed, five stitches. He shook his head at Chunxiang, sighed and said, "When will your son be able to save your mind!" Then he took out alcohol cotton from the enamel box on the side to disinfect Xiaoya's wound. The cold touch of the alcohol made her body shiver. After Dr. Wang noticed it, he stopped and said, "If you feel pain, let me know." He said to Chunxiang, "It's a little deep, so I need a few stitches. It will inevitably leave a scar." Xiaoya's eyes were red. , said to Xiaoman word by word: "Five needles. You have disfigured me, and you will support me for the rest of your life." Dr. Wang smiled, and he said, "How can such a beautiful girl be left unsupported? I'll take care of you too."

He walked to the door of Chunxiang's room where he was doing the embroidery, and found that the door was not closed, and there was a damp heat in the room. He distinguishes it, and wants to find the fragrant smell of the past, but he can't smell it.

The scissors and needle and thread on the shelf are still in the same position as before. What are they doing? Xiaoman suddenly discovered that in a short period of time, there seemed to be some secret between the two of them, like drawing a circle, excluding both grandmother and Xiaoman.

That night, Xiaoman also seemed to have had a very long dream.

In the dream, Dr. Wang was driving Zhang Jun's motorcycle with Chunxiang sitting behind him, and the two of them hugged tightly and drove into the door of the clinic. The concierge of the clinic was a thin old man with gray hair, wearing a light gray shirt and sitting at the door with a big fan. Seeing Xiaoman, he grinned and said, "Come in and play for a while!" Xiaoman shook his head and walked straight to the red motorcycle parked under the big cedar. The shadow of the tree fell with the night, heavy and thick, like a quilt, covering the car and Xiaoman. He looked back and saw that the old man was still sitting by the door, but dozed off, with a wet white towel still hanging around his neck. At this time, Xiaoya also walked in. She was holding a cockscomb in her hand, and the seeds of black sesame were scattered all over the ground. Xiaoman stepped on the motorcycle and made a sound of "chuchu, woo woo"... and Che Youming didn't know when he appeared behind him, handed a heavy big wrench and said encouragingly: "Don't worry. Take it apart!" But he didn't take it.

The buckle on the sandal fell out at some point, and Xiaoman squatted down slowly. At this time, he saw the valve core on the tire. When the valve core is pulled out, the sound is as sharp as a whistle, and it resounds all around in an instant. Xiaoman was also frightened. He immediately reached out to block the vent, but it was too late. This hole is not slowly deflated like a nail, but with a squeak, like a cannonball, spinning in the air, screaming loudly, screaming frantically... Xiaoman flew like a rabbit...

Dr. Wang took a patient out of the laboratory, and when he saw Xiaoman, he asked, "Did you take that money?" Xiaoman didn't hear clearly, and smiled at Dr. Wang.

Then, a man walked towards Xiaoman on crutches, with a huge plaster wrapped around his right foot. The pain from accidentally touching the wound while walking made him gasp for breath, and he snorted for a while. He habitually squeezed his fists and wanted to beat people, but he couldn't help closing his eyes and it hurt for a while. His words stammered as a result: "You stinky boy. Wait, you, you wait..."

After waking up, Xiaoman remembered that Dr. Wang also owns a motorcycle. Once, Chunxiang asked Xiaoman to send the embroidered canvas to the factory, and she met Dr. Wang on the way. He stopped by the side, patted the back seat, and asked Chunxiang to put things on it. Later, Chunxiang also sat up. Chunxiang's movements were very skilled, she held the bundle of canvases between them and waved at Xiaoman, telling him to go home first.

What else? Xiaoman can't remember.