Occasional ABO

On the next Friday, Bai Zhijing and Song Baobao were woken up by the phone alarm at 07:30, and they sat on the bamboo mat and looked at each other for a few seconds.

Song Baobao scratched her neck: "Jing'er, do you still want to go to the cram school?"

Bai Zhijing was stunned, and rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and rubbed off a speck of eye droppings.

"What do you think?" Bai Zhijing asked.

"You are the gang leader," Song Baobao held his hand, "I listen to you."

"You are the deputy gang leader." Bai Zhijing held him back, speaking earnestly, "Now is the era of democracy, no dictatorship, we will make decisions together."

The electric fan in the room was turned on at three speeds, and the wind was blowing. The two were shirtless, wearing only a pair of large underpants, sitting cross-legged on the bed, holding each other's hands tightly, as if the leaders were meeting.

"I have an idea in my heart," Bai Zhijing said first, "it's just not easy to say."

"I also have an immature suggestion in my heart," Song Baobao continued, "it's just a little difficult to say."

"Then let's show it with actions." Bai Zhijing thought for a while, and proposed a plan, "I'll count to three, and we both take actions at the same time, how about it?"

"Success," Song Baobao said with a serious expression and a tragic tone, "It's time to test the tacit understanding, Jing'er, don't let me down."

"Don't worry, Dabao." Bai Zhijing patted his thigh and nodded heavily, "We both grew up under the same crotch, and our hearts are connected. I understand you."

The little sparrows in the courtyard were croaking, the sun was shining and the weather was fine, so it was suitable for carrying a small schoolbag to school.

"Three—two—" Bai Zhijing counted down while gesticulating with his fingers, "One!"

As soon as the words fell, the two of them fell on the bed at the same time, closed their eyes, and fell asleep again sullenly.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Xu came over and knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response from inside. He dug out Bai Zhijing's spare key from under the floor mat, unlocked it and entered the house.

Sure enough, the two children were lying on the bed and sleeping on their backs, and it seemed that they didn't plan to go to class.

Xu Xu yelled twice, but Bai Zhijing didn't know if he thought it was noisy, so he kicked the bamboo mat twice.

He only wore a pair of underpants to sleep at night, his two white legs were exposed, the calves were thin and straight, without any fat, the shape of the kneecaps and anklebones was obvious, the toenails were trimmed clean, and he had a sore throat. Like a twig.

Xu Xu was suddenly in a trance. Last night he dreamed that when Bai Zhijing was three or two years old, a white and fat glutinous rice dumpling with fleshy arms, like two sections of lotus root, followed behind him with short legs. Persevering in asking him to hug her, it seemed that in the blink of an eye, Xiaotuanzi had grown so big.

It happened that Bai Zhijing on the bed turned over, promised to come back to his senses, bent down and patted the back of Bai Zhijing's feet: "Get up."

Bai Zhijing went back to the cage and fell asleep soundly, with his eyes wide open: "I'm sorry."

"No more classes?" Xu Xu asked.

Bai Zhijing shook his head with a very stubborn expression.

"Success," Xu Xu said deliberately, "Uncle Shang called me just now and asked me to watch you go to class. Since you are determined not to go, I will talk to him."

Bai Zhijing was in a daze, waved his hands and said, "Leave him alone, can I still be afraid of him?"

Looking at the child's posture, I'm afraid he won't be able to scream this morning. Xu Xu has always been used to him. Anyway, he has finished the high school entrance examination. If you are lazy, just steal it. It's not a big deal.

"Then I'm leaving." Xu Xu pulled the corner of the quilt to cover Bai Zhijing's feet, "Come over for lunch with Dabao at noon."

"Noisy..."

Bai Zhijing closed his eyes and muttered something, kicked his legs a few times, and kicked the quilt again.

"Little white-eyed wolf."

Xu Xu shook his head, put his palm on his head and probed it, and was blown right by the electric fan.

He didn't know how many times he told Bai Zhijing to turn on the fan at night and adjust the angle slightly, so as not to blow directly on the head, it would easily cause migraine, but the child just wouldn't listen.

Xu promised to turn the fan in the other direction, let the wind blow on the wall beside the bed, and then walked out the door lightly.

After sleeping until noon, Bai Zhijing woke up from hunger, hurriedly rinsed his mouth, and ran to Xu's house without waiting for Song Baobao, who was squatting in the hole to defecate.

Xu promised to cook the meal, and just about to call the two children over, just happened to meet Bai Zhijing rushing in in a hurry, stumbled over the threshold, and lost one of the flip flops, if it weren't for Xu's quick eyesight and hands, he would be able to help him in time , Guaranteed to throw a dog and eat shit again.

"Can you see the road?" Xu Xu slapped him on the back of the head, "Your eyes are just for display, right?"

"Didn't my father always say that my eyes are high and my hands are low?" Bai Zhijing hopped a few steps on one leg, picked up the slipper that was thrown out and put it on, "According to what he said, my eyes only look at high places, so I definitely can't see them." Way!"

He was quite upright, and Xu Xu smiled angrily: "You are quite satisfied with saying that your eyes are high and your abilities are low, aren't you?"

"It's okay," Bai Zhijing chuckled a few times, "Isn't it a disguise to praise me for my lofty goals?"

"..." Xu Xu raised his hand and tapped him on the forehead, "Nine years of compulsory education taught you such an illiterate, what about Dabao?"

"I'm brushing my teeth, I have a lot of things to do, don't worry about him," Bai Zhijing entered the room, he was busy soaking a casserole in the morning, he sniffed, "I smell pork belly! Is it pork belly? !"

Grandpa Ying pushed the wheelchair out of the back room: "You are the dog's nose!"

"Isn't that right?" Bai Zhijing happily jumped over, "Master, how do you know that I love pork belly?"

"I don't know," Grandpa Ying pouted towards the kitchen and said with a smile, "He went to the market to buy it early in the morning, and I asked why the pork belly was eaten. No one in the family likes to eat this."

Xu Xu was serving soup in the kitchen, when he heard this, he turned his head and said, "Master, why are you talking to him about this, your tail will go up in the sky after a while..."

Bai Zhijing was not ashamed when he heard this, he shook his head triumphantly: "That's not for me, I love food!"

"As expected, the tail is up to the sky." Grandpa Ying patted Bai Zhijing's face.

Ying Yingzi came out of the room, and when she saw Bai Zhijing, she rolled her eyes subconsciously, then remembered that she had borrowed 300 yuan from him last night, and now Bai Zhijing was her creditor, so she rolled her eyes halfway and abruptly gave it to her. After taking it back, he snorted awkwardly: "Why are you here to eat again?"

"How did the nine-year compulsory education teach you such an illiterate?" Bai Zhijing said, "You said that you have graduated from junior high school, so why are you not literate at all? You should say that you are flourishing at this time! "

"Shameless!" Ying Yingzi said angrily, "It's still luxuriant. Your hair looks like a bird's nest. Don't invite the sparrows in the yard."

Bai Zhijing didn't tidy himself up even after getting up, his black hair was messy, it really looked like a bird's nest.

"Bird's Nest is great!" Bai Zhijing clapped his palms and pointed to his forehead, "The Olympic Games are held here, and I've won glory for the country."

Grandpa Ying was so amused that he burst into laughter, Ying Yingzi couldn't say no to him, so she snorted twice in anger, and went to the kitchen to arrange chopsticks.

Bai Zhijing and Song Baobao took advantage of the absence of adults at home to skip class for two consecutive days, enjoying themselves in Old Jiang Hutong.

Teacher Miao from the cram school complained to Bai Zhijing's omega father, Shang Chu, who made a video call and asked Bai Zhijing if he wanted to rebel.

It was Friday night at that time, Bai Zhijing was sitting on the straw mat and watching TV, he was gnawing on a duck neck in his hand, his chin was covered with oil residue, his lips were red from the heat, and he looked at his father very seriously Cry for freedom.

"Okay, tell me how to spell the word 'freedom' in English within three seconds," his father Shangchu said on the phone with a very open-minded look, "I will let you be completely free."

Bai Zhijingxin said that this is not easy, even though he is not good at English, he can still spell freedom.

So as soon as he relaxed, it took a second to spit out the duck neck bone, a second to lick his fingers, another second to scratch his buttocks, and three seconds later he had time to say "f".

Shang Chu was happy now, and shrugged his shoulders: "I'm sorry son, you didn't seize the chance of freedom."

"Give me another chance!" Bai Zhijing stared anxiously, "I can spell this word!"

"Success," Shang Chu stretched his waist, "Your father and I are not that old-fashioned, so I will give you another chance."

Bai Zhijing nodded, clenched his fists ready to go.

"Say the word 'Dad' in three seconds, how do you spell it in English?" Shang Chu spoke quickly, "Start the timer!"

"Freedom!" Bai Zhijing blurted out, winking with confidence.

"The challenge failed," Shang Chu looked regretful, pretending to sigh, "It's a pity, a pity..."

"..." Bai Zhijing knew that his father was playing with him, and shouted, "Give me freedom or give me death!"

"Yes," Shang Chu smiled slightly, "I haven't beaten you for some days."

Bai Zhijing's stretched neck retracted just now.

After hanging up the phone, Bai Zhijing felt very melancholy, and walked to Xu Xu's place in flip-flops, without saying anything, just sighing persistently.

Xu Xu was reading a book by the desk lamp, and it was funny to see Bai Zhijing sighing, so he deliberately pretended not to see it.

Seeing Xu Xu ignoring him, Bai Zhijing coughed lightly twice, and then let out a long, feigned sigh: "Oh——"

Promised pressed the corner of his lips and asked him, "What's the matter?"

"My father might beat me to death." Bai Zhijing said with a sad face.

Xu Xu suppressed a smile: "No way? Why?"

Bai Zhijing glanced at him resentfully: "The family ugliness must not be publicized."

Xu Xu nodded, and turned his eyes back to the book: "Then I won't ask."

"...I know you want to hear it, so let me say it," Bai Zhijing rested his chin on one hand, and sighed, "Just now, a revolution for freedom failed, known as Friday The uprising will be written in history textbooks in the future.”

"That's right," said Promise, "your name will go down in history."

"I don't want to go to cram school anymore, it's too boring," Bai Zhijing pouted, "Why is it so difficult to be free!"

"Aren't you quite free today?" Xu Xu raised his eyebrows, "Think about it from another angle, you were supposed to have classes on Friday, but you were free for a day here, and you made money."

Bai Zhijing was playing like crazy today, he and Song Baobao ran wildly all afternoon with Daming Sanmao, saying they were going to go up a tree to dig out bird eggs, but in the end they didn't pick up the eggs, and came back with a hand full of bird droppings.

"Right!"

Bai Zhijing thinks about it too, it feels like picking up money, earning a day of freedom for nothing, he is happy when he thinks this way, anyway, it is impossible for his father to really beat him to death, he will be beaten to write a copy review.

"You cultural people are different, you are indeed college students," Bai Zhijing promised, giving a thumbs up, "The idea is really on point!"

"It can be considered as a contribution to our help." Xu Xu said.

Bai Zhijing remembered that he hadn't finished eating the duck neck, so he happily jumped away with his flip flops.

Xu promised to curl his lips into a smile, the little guy still had the same temperament as when he was a child, he would cry when he fell in pain, and he would grin again as long as someone hugged him and coaxed him a few words.

Nothing has changed.

More than ten years have passed, and the world promised to see has undergone tremendous changes. He knew it when he was beaten to death that year. People are subject to change, and so is he himself.

But Jinger doesn't seem to be.

For Bai Zhijing, it seems that he just ran from the end of the alley to the end of the alley for more than ten years. He still cries when he falls, laughs when he sees people, chews milk tablets when his teeth are decayed, and everyone in the alley likes it. that furry kid.

I don't know what's going on, Xu Xu is so upset that he can't even read the book.

He closed the heavy anatomy textbook on the desk, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows.