After becoming the group pet of the Public Procuratorate

I don’t know how the little angels feel about this chapter of First Encounter?

Do you know who the boy is? (nonsense)

66. Repay the debt

The last beams fell into the White River, dissolving in the coming darkness.

After returning from the boy's house, Bai Ming held his breath and quietly locked the door of the shop. He walked into the courtyard and saw his mother cooking porridge in the main hall. He looked around and found no sign of his father, so he was relieved and quickly ran to his mother. Smiling: "Mom, I'm back."

"Tomorrow is back..." The mother put down the porridge container and rubbed the child's hair, "Why are you late today?"

Bai Ming giggled, but he didn't answer. Instead, he first asked the question he cared about the most: "Is dad back yet?"

"No."

The white porridge in the pot kept tumbling on the stove, and the room was filled with a faint fragrance of rice. After a day of studying and playing, Bai Ming was already hungry. After licking his lips, he looked at the pot expectantly. The hot porridge inside is as light as clear water, and I can't wait to drink two big bowls.

Seeing that he was hungry, his mother smiled gently and said, "Go and put down your schoolbag first, and you can eat in a few minutes."

"Aren't we waiting for Dad?" Bai Ming asked carefully, holding his mother's arm and leaning on one side.

The mother picked up the hot pot, glanced at the child, and comforted: "There is a lot in this pot, enough for the three of us to drink twice. I added some more rice this time, and it will be thicker and better than before." Drink, there are yams at the bottom of the pot that I exchanged with others for money. Yams are very expensive. I can’t help but sell them to me for a cheap price. The yams are very nutritious. Tomorrow I’m growing up, so I’ll get more later Just have a drink."

Only then did Bai Ming laugh again. He rubbed his face against his mother's back, happily jumped up and down twice, and hurried across the yard to his room, and put his schoolbag on the table.

At this moment, there was a rustling conversation in the alley outside the wall. There were many people on the other side, the volume was not loud, but the tone was not kind. You mouthed each other, as if planning something, They couldn't hear clearly at all. After the group of people walked along the south wall to the outside of the shop gate, they all fell silent as if they had rehearsed.

Bai Ming thought they were just passing by, so he didn't pay much attention, but when he didn't pay attention, there was a sudden violent knock on the door, and a punch landed on the wooden door outside the shop, like a drumbeat. It was as noisy as heavy rain.

It was obvious that not one person was knocking, the other party was so strong that it seemed as if it could smash through a wooden door just by hearing the sound.

Bai Ming was a little panicked. In addition to the sound of fists from the crowd, he heard the shout of another person, who was swearing and said impatiently: "Open the door!"

The mother was also completely out of her mind. She poked her head out of the main hall and hurried towards the gate, asking as she walked, "Who is it?"

"Where's Bai Tao? Come out!"

The people outside the door roared like thunder.

Bai Ming ran to the center of the yard, watching his mother enter the shop from afar.

"He's not here," replied the mother.

"Who are you lying to?" The outsider slammed on the door again, this time with a crisp and clear voice, it was obvious that what fell on the door this time was a stick, not the palm of the hand before.

This sound startled the mother, she trembled, and said nervously: "He, he is really not here."

"Stop talking nonsense and open the door for me!"

"Open the door!"

The voices of echoes followed one after another, and the momentum was overwhelming, unstoppable.

The mother didn't dare to open the door, and fled into the courtyard in a hurry. She took Bai Ming's hand amidst the shouts outside the door, and said in panic, "Ming'er, you go and stay indoors, and don't come out no matter what."

Before the words were finished, everyone began to slam the door crazily, and the sound of sticks was endless, like a group of wild beasts eager for food, ready to break into the house at any time and tear the mother and child into pieces.

Seeing that her son was already in a daze, the mother hurriedly pushed him to the side hall, "Go in, come in quickly."

Bai Ming was pushed back to the bedroom, and as his mother closed the door, the room was instantly dark. He didn't turn on the light, and lay his hands on the air-leaking wooden plank. , he still felt scared, he didn't understand what kind of grievances and grievances there were between adults, so that he always lived in fear.

He peeked out along the small hole, and the little spider between the wall tiles landed on the tip of his nose. He gently picked it up and put it on the ground, and his mother shouted in his ears: "Come on!" Here we come."

Mother opened the door of the house, and seven or eight men rushed in like feather arrows. The leader had a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he exhaled, the white smoke immediately surged like mist in the mountains, and then dissipated in an instant. There was a large patch on his neck. The tattoos almost covered his entire shoulders. The men behind him all held sticks, and some carried paint buckets and rushed into the courtyard aggressively.

The tattooed man pointed at the room and shouted angrily: "Bai Tao, get out and pay me back!"

The mother stood aside and said timidly: "He, he is really not here."

"I'm not here every time I come, so I have to pay back the money no matter what I say today!" The tattooed man was still muttering, not paying attention to anyone.

"Repay the money!" The people behind shouted at each other, holding up sticks.

The mother shivered, bowed her waist slightly, put on a pitiful attitude, and asked in a low voice: "He, he owes, how much does he owe?"

The tattooed man took out the cigarette dangling from his mouth, dusted off the ash, and glanced at his mother with disdain, and stretched out three fingers with his other hand, pointing straight at his mother's face.

Mother's heart twitched, and she guessed blindly, "Thirty?"

The tattooed man didn't let go.

Mother felt incredible, and said again: "Three hundred?"

The hand still did not put down, and the cigarette butt was shining with a star of red fire, burning silently in the quiet night.

The mother was even more uneasy, and she didn't even have the courage to continue: "Three, three thousand?"

"Thirty thousand!" The tattooed man shouted at his mother.

Mother was taken aback by the shout, her legs trembled violently, the astronomical figures made her completely lose her mind, she knew that even if she tried to sell everything, she couldn't make up so much money.

The tattooed man glared at his mother, and said contemptuously, "Bai Tao borrowed money from our brothers again and again, totaling thirty thousand yuan. If you have money, pay it back quickly. I'm too lazy to waste time with you here. It also saves me from doing something unseemly."

"But, but our family can't afford so much money." The mother replied in a very low voice, full of humility.

"Can't you take it out?" The tattooed man scolded, "If you can't take it out, you have to take it out!"

Bai Ming felt uneasy, he suddenly saw the tattooed man turned his head, as if he was looking at him in the dark, his body quickly turned back, gasped in fright, and no longer dared to continue peeping.

The tattooed man saw that only the side hall was dark with lights, he sneered and said, "Did Bai Tao hide in that room?"

The mother shook her head again and again, and denied it flatly: "No, no, just put some sundries."

This anxious explanation seemed even more suspicious. The tattooed man pointed at the room, squinted at the person behind him, and signaled to break open the wooden door.

A burly, bald man with an iron rod in his hand walked out of the crowd. He looked around with fierce eyes, knocked the rod a few times on his palm, and walked to the door confidently.

The mother was about to reach out to stop her, but was pushed to the ground by the other people, "There is a child inside, the child is sleeping, please don't go there!"

The sound of sonorous footsteps outside the door approached step by step, as if stepping on Bai Ming's heart, making him unable to breathe well. He hugged his knees tightly and huddled in a dark corner, his body trembling constantly. Strong enough to hope not to be found.

The bald man stood in front of the side hall door, took a sharp breath, and kicked hard, the door latch was vulnerable, and he violently opened it with a bang.

Fear reached a climax, Bai Ming watched his tall figure cast on the wall along the moonlight, like a murderer chasing him in a nightmare, he gasped in a low voice, he didn't know where to put his hands, so he had to cover it Mouth.

The bald man walked into the house, turned on the overhead light, and saw the child squatting in the corner at a glance. He walked up to the child, and a huge projection enveloped him. The child kept trembling and looked at him in fear. He stretched out his hand, He lifted the child's back collar and pulled it out of the house.

"There is no one in the room, only a child." The bald man said, throwing the child he picked up on the ground in the yard.

Bai Ming didn't cry or yell, although he was scared, but his small body was nimble. After rolling half a circle on the ground, he immediately stood up and ran behind his mother.

The mother hurriedly hugged the child, and stopped behind her, letting his little hands grab her clothes tightly.

"I'm really not at home..." The tattooed man glared at his mother viciously. He threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, crushed the remaining sparks with his feet, waved his long arms, and shouted, "Go!"

As soon as the order was issued, the seven or eight men formed two teams, rushed into the two rooms of the main hall and the side hall respectively, and took whatever they saw.

The shadows of the intruders were intertwined and chaotic under the moon, like a fierce ghost with teeth and claws, and everywhere it went was a mess.

The mother hurriedly followed and entered the main hall together, trying to stop the indestructible pace of the men with her thin body. She blocked the door of the house and said hoarsely: "What are you doing? What are you going to do?"

The tattooed man stepped forward, pulled his mother away, pushed her to the ground, spit on the ground, and said: "I owe money and want to deny it, take it all away!"

When the cool wind blew, Bai Ming shivered, and then he realized that this group of people came to rob the house of valuables.

The men broke into the house, picked up the TV and refrigerator, and moved them out step by step. The mother tried her best to stop them. They were the only electrical appliances left in the house. She cried and begged everywhere, but was still pushed away mercilessly Opening, she bumped into the stove and knocked over the steaming pot of white porridge.

Seeing this scene, my mother's heart almost stopped suddenly. She hurriedly reached out to hold the hot porridge spilled on the ground. The few yams fell on the ground. They were the ingredients she had worked hard for. She sat up and was about to reach out I went to pick it up, but the yam was trampled into mud by the men who were moving things.

Mother froze in place, crying loudly.

At the same time, Bai Ming saw several other people walking towards the side hall. He seemed to have suddenly realized something, and immediately tensed up, and ran towards the south wall. If he accidentally blocked the way, in order not to attract the attention of these people, He stopped and stood there blankly, waiting for the opponent to kick him away.

Even if he was kicked down hard, he didn't mind, and he wouldn't cry, and he didn't even have time to pat the dirt, so he quickly got up, looked around, and waited until the group of people stopped paying attention to him, he would start again. Stepping on the weeds, ran to the corner of the yard.

After being kicked three times, he finally stopped. In the weed pile in front of him, there was a shriveled and lifeless basketball.

That was the gift he promised to give to the boy, and he couldn't let others snatch it away.

Seeing that the basketball was not discovered, he smiled in relief, turned around, and tried to block the ball with his body.

The moonlight is magnificent, and the people coming and going in front of him all have a fierce look. He is timid, but he still stands in that inconspicuous corner, quietly guarding what he thinks is the most precious thing in this house.

The group of people did not notice him. They sawed open the bed in the side hall and carried it away with the desk. The bedding and clothes were thrown on the ground. The wooden beams in the house shook, raising layers of dust.

In addition, in the pandemonium, almost everything worth a little money was wiped out.

The bald man ran to the side of the tattooed man and asked, "All the big ones that can be taken away have been taken away, what about the small ones?"

"What can I do? Smash it!"

Another order was issued, and the crackling sound continued one after another. Empty wine bottles, glass bowls, small light bulbs, etc. were not spared, just like the firecrackers set off in the town during the New Year, they exploded one by one on the ground, crackling, crisp and loud, every time they exploded , Bai Ming's body trembled for the last time, and he tightly covered his ears, not wanting to be pierced by the sharp voice again.

After a while, the battle finally stopped, and the house was full of debris, so there was no place to stay.

Seeing that they had stopped this massive movement, mother thought that the disaster was about to end, but she didn't expect that those people had the idea of ​​setting up a shop outside the yard again.

The debt collectors swept away all the things in the shop, and then raised their sticks to smash the shop.

The mother crawled to the side of the tattooed man, hugged his thigh, and begged bitterly: "I beg you, don't smash it, don't smash it, that's the only thing we have, I beg you , you just take all the things at home, and leave the shop to me, please, please."

With the crying, her voice gradually became smaller, and the screaming was also buried.

The tattooed man sneered, and said in a mocking tone: "Repay the money, and I will listen to you."

After finishing speaking, he kicked the obstructing person away, and waved his hand again, only to hear a few more cracking sounds from the shop, and his mother was crying so hard that she almost fainted.

Bai Ming buried the basketball with a haystack, ran all the way to his mother, hugged the mother who was sitting on the ground with his small body, and looked at the group of people hopelessly.

The bald man stood behind the tattooed man, raised the paint bucket, and splashed it on the high wall. The south wall was instantly dyed white. Everyone also took out brushes and wrote the word "Lai" all over the inside and outside of the wall and on the gate. The crooked handwriting filled the entire yard, and the wet paint slowly slipped off the wall, like a mother's bleeding heart.

"Tell Bai Tao, let's write off this matter. If he borrows money again and refuses to pay it back, it will not be so simple."

The tattooed man twisted his nose, glared at the mother and son, and then led the brothers behind him, as well as the worn-out trophies, away.

The night returned to silence, leaving only the mother sobbing faintly.

Bai Ming wanted to help his mother up, but she had no strength left, so Bai Ming had no choice but to lean on the side. He looked at his mother's haggard side face, and he seemed to have lost his soul. Her eye sockets were swollen, her eyes were dim, and her cheeks were outlined. There were two tear streaks, she was clearly only in her early thirties, but a few strands of silver hair had already appeared on the top of her head.

Seeing his mother's ashes, Bai Ming gently shook her arm, trying to wake her up from the air, and said worriedly: "Mom, are you okay?"

The mother slowly came to her senses, she gently rubbed the child's head, and whispered back: "Ming'er, would you like to help mom tidy up our house together?"

As she spoke, tears welled up again.

Bai Ming nodded his head vigorously. He ran back to the corner of the yard again, pulled out two torn cloth strips from the ground, handed one to his mother, wrapped the other around his hand, and went to the water pipe to catch a basin of water. He has practiced the series of skillful reactions long ago. In the past, when he was beaten and bled by his father, he also wiped it clean with his own hands.

During the process of receiving the water, he glanced at the corner and looked at the shriveled basketball again. He breathed a sigh of relief, trotted over, and stuffed the basketball into his schoolbag, which he protected with his weak body.

But at this moment, under his protection, the basketball, which was so ordinary that no one noticed it, seemed to be shining with eye-catching light, becoming the only priceless treasure in this dirty and messy home.

After filling the water, Bai Ming looked at the "Lai" character in the room, and the white paint was splashed all over the entire south wall, but his mood was not greatly affected by it. The strokes of this character are somewhat complicated, and he still He hadn't learned it before, so he didn't know what it meant, but he could vaguely sense it through the reaction of the group of people in his heart, it was not a good word.

He soaked the rag in the water basin, wet it again, and while the paint was still wet, he stood on tiptoe and jumped hard, but he could only reach half of the word "Lai" on the south wall. Difficult to rinse off with water.

Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he rushed into the house, picked up a brush, dipped it in wet paint, and brushed it up and down. There were no traces left, only the pure white coat that Hui Qiang had just worn.

Looking at this achievement, he was really happy in his heart. Taking advantage of this enthusiasm, he painted the inner wall again, calling his mother for help when he couldn't reach it. The face was recolored.

Obviously, Bai Ming's mood was also adjusted.

A child's happiness is always easy to come by. Even in such an abyss, he will soon forget the fear just now. With just a brush, he can have fun all night.

In order to avoid debts, his father did not return all night.

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67. Tiger

Bai Ming has long been used to the days when his father doesn't come home. Sometimes his father is hungover outside and only comes home in two or three days. The nights without his father are always so peaceful and smooth, even the number of stars in the sky is much more than before.

Today is the weekend, but the first thing Bai Ming does after waking up is to carry the schoolbag with homework and basketball on his back, take the biscuits from his mother, and rush to the boy's home non-stop.

Bai Ming pushed open the gate of the boy's house, but he didn't see the bicycle beside the fence, so he knew that the boy's father had gone to work early again.

The golden wheel is rising, the morning light is bright, and the sky at dawn is sapphire blue, beams of bright light just hit the treetops, dyeing the top and bottom of the tree in two colors, half golden and half emerald green.

Hearing the sound of the door being pushed, the young man poked his head out from the window of the house, and saw yesterday's child standing in the yard at a glance. He was overjoyed and said, "Here it is, come in quickly."

The corners of Bai Ming's mouth also raised slightly, and he walked up the steps to the door.

This house is very new, whether it is the carved doors and windows, or the fresh inner hall, it is much better than my own home. The only fly in the ointment is that the house is still a little groggy, perhaps because the sun has not risen high enough. For a moment, when the light pours in, it will be much more beautiful.

There was no smell of dust in the air, Bai Ming stood at the door, rubbing the mud on the soles of his feet, for fear of sticking dust to the polished floor.

Although the room is exquisitely decorated, the most attractive thing is the cabinet placed in the corner of the living room. There is a photo on the top of the wooden cabinet. In the photo is a young and beautiful woman with a smile on her face and a friendly look. Kindly, the picture of the woman is surrounded by flowers, making a full circle from top to bottom.

Bai Ming turned his head again, and saw the young man sitting on a chair by the window. He had just finished a bowl of steaming Yangchun noodles, and was about to pick up his chopsticks and prepare to start.

The bowl of Yangchun noodles is full of oily aroma, the thin noodles are soaked in lard broth, and a handful of chopped green onions are like green shoots full of spring, which greatly increases the appetite.

The young man picked up the bowl, took a sip of the soup, called the child over, and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

After asking this, Bai Ming withdrew his gaze from looking at the noodles. He took out the biscuits his mother handed him before leaving the door from his pocket, stood aside, and took a mouthful, chewing it with relish.

The boy was about to eat the noodles, but when he raised his eyes, the hand that picked up the noodles froze. Seeing the dry biscuit with no moisture, it was weathered like a stone, he immediately stopped and said, "Wait!"

Bai Ming was startled, and looked at the boy with watery eyes.

The boy stood up, snatched the dry biscuits from him, and asked doubtfully, "Do you usually eat this?"

The breakfast was taken away suddenly like this, Bai Ming looked at the empty hands, looked dazed, and nodded.

The boy pressed him on the seat and took an extra pair of chopsticks, "You can eat noodles, I will eat pancakes."

Bai Ming asked in a low voice, "Why?"

"Because I'm tired of eating Yangchun noodles, I want to try yours, it's as simple as that." The young man didn't want to hurt the child's self-esteem, so his tone was strong and fake, and he moved his noodles away again. There was a space on the table, "I've eaten this, I'll make you another bowl."

The boy went to the kitchen, opened the drawer, and found that the noodle packaging bag had bottomed out. He sighed and threw it into the trash can. He searched the refrigerator again, but couldn't find any food, and then returned to the table. Embarrassedly said: "Well, there are no noodles at home. Although I have touched this bowl of noodles, I only drank a sip of soup. If you don't like it, I will pour out the soup for you and make a new bowl of soup with it. Old noodles for you to eat, okay?"

Bai Ming didn't want to bother him, so he shook his head, stood up from the chair, and wanted to get back his own cake, but unexpectedly the young man raised the cake above his head and scolded again: "That's it, or I'll beat you up. "

These words startled Bai Ming again, and the young man secretly laughed, this child is really very timid.

The boy went to the kitchen again, and just after taking two steps, he heard the child behind him pick up the chopsticks, picked up the bowl, and started drinking. Concerned that it was his leftovers, he drank it in big gulps.

Bai Ming put down the bowl and wiped the soup from the corner of his mouth. He used his actions to tell the boy that he would not despise him because of this.

The young man's heart trembled inexplicably, when everyone in the town was alienated from him, only the child in front of him was different from them, and he heard the child timidly say: "Don't do it anymore, I'll just eat this, thank you. "

The boy nodded and sat back opposite the child. He took a bite of the biscuit in his hand. The biscuit was tasteless and extremely hard to bite. It took him a lot of effort to swallow it. The moment the biscuit passed his throat , he also felt a tingling pain, if not for a glass of water beside him, it would be difficult for him to relieve the blocked esophagus.

Looking at the unswallowable food in his hands, the young man couldn't help but show compassion, a little bit of sympathy for the child in front of him.

At the same time, Bai Ming took a sip. The noodles were soft but not sticky, and the soup was delicious and not greasy. He had never eaten such delicious noodles. The juice sprinkled mischievously on the corner of his mouth, and he gently licked it with his tongue. Lick, with a happy smile all over his face.

Seeing that he was satisfied with his meal, the young man was relieved, "Eat Yangchun noodles to welcome Yangchun, this season is perfect, eat slowly, don't choke."

While eating, Bai Ming did not forget to take out the basketball from his backpack, handed it in front of the boy, stuffed the noodles in his mouth and said, "This is for you."

The teenager was full of surprises when he saw it, and he took it in disbelief, holding the basketball in both hands, as if he was holding a baby he couldn’t put it down. Already!"

"But it's out of breath." Bai Ming replied angrily.

"Easy!" The boy rushed out of the house and came to the courtyard, "Just use the pump of Lu Jian's bicycle."

Bai Ming was curious as to why this boy always called his father by his first name.

After a hasty meal, Bai Ming cleaned the bowls and opened the door, only to see the boy standing under the tree full of joy, the basketball in his hand swelled again, the basketball moved freely between the boy's hands and feet, and he pushed the basketball against the tree. At the fingertips, he jumped high and easily sent it into the net. The whole movement was done in one go. When the basketball fell, the boy caught it again. He turned around with a smile on his face.

Bai Ming was dumbfounded, the ball in his hand was just a slap on the ground, but in the young man's hands, it was truly making the best use of it. He immediately clapped his hands, admiring the young man's smooth movements.

The boy put the ball on top of his head, stabilized his hands, and came to Bai Ming. Although he was two steps lower than Bai Ming, he could still look at him at the same level. The most clear and comfortable warmth.

"Thank you for the ball." The boy said.

"I said I would give it to you." Bai Ming smiled wryly. If a boy's smile is like a dead tree reappearing in spring in the cold winter, then this boy is like a flurry of flowers and rain that startles people's hearts. The dimples embedded in his cheeks, For example, the blooming brocade is even brighter.

Halfway through the conversation, he didn't continue. After thinking for a long time, he finally said a title that fit the youthful temperament: "Old, old, brother tiger."

The young man threw the ball into the sky. Hearing this, he was taken aback for a moment. When the basketball fell to the ground and bounced again, he slowly caught it. His smile deepened, and he asked in surprise, "What are you doing?" What are you calling me?"

Bai Ming shut his mouth tightly and didn't dare to look directly at the young man. He realized that he seemed to have said something wrong.

The boy laughed loudly, and then said: "My name is Lu Wu, but you can call me whatever you want."

"Lu, I." Bai Ming paused for a few seconds and repeated the name.

"What's your name Bai?" Lu Wu held the ball and kept patting it on the ground.

Bai Ming immediately jumped down from the steps and walked towards Lu Wu, "My name is Bai Ming, Bai for the day, and Ming for tomorrow."

"Your name can form words with the sky." Lu Wu stopped his movements, picked up a black marker pen from the window sill, held the basketball in his arms with one hand, and held the bottom firmly, The other hand wrote two large characters on the ball.

"Bai Ming..." Lu Wu said while writing, "If you write it down, you will remember that this is a gift from you."

Bai Ming stood on tiptoe and took a closer look. Sure enough, his name had been crookedly printed on the spherical surface. Brother Tiger’s writing was a little ugly. He touched it with his hand, and accidentally wiped off part of the ink, which dried in the wind. , he gently rubbed it with two fingers, but the ink was turned into crumbs by him, and fell from his two pitch-black fingertips.

Lu Wu saw that he had never seen a marker pen before, so he rubbed it with his hand, and then smeared it on the side of Bai Ming's face. Seeing that there were layers of incompatible ink halo on Bai Ming's pink and tender cheeks, he laughed loudly, Immediately hid aside, for fear that the child would retaliate against him.

This sudden touch made Bai Ming stunned for a moment, and when Lu Wu started laughing, he turned his head and saw his own shallow reflection in the window and the extremely conspicuous black stroke, so he chased after Lu Wu. I, I want to rub it back on Lu Wu's body.

The two of them ran around the big tree. Lu Wu was so responsive that he climbed up the tree two or three times. He sat on the thickest branch and looked down at Bai Ming, who had no choice but to stare under the tree. Cool.

"Brother Tiger, I won't quarrel with you anymore, it's dangerous up there, come down quickly."

Lu Wu supported the tree trunk, his feet swinging back and forth, he tore off a leaf casually, and threw it towards Bai Ming. The moment the leaf left his hand, it fell slowly with the breeze, and finally fell before Bai Ming's reach. He gently lifted it up with his hands and completed the mission of falling.

"How about I call you Xiaobai from now on?" Lu Wu pulled off another leaf. He pouted, put the leaf on his lips, and whistled twice, very similar to the pronunciation of the word "Xiaobai".

This title is quite new, although everyone in the town has the surname Bai, but no one calls it by this title, Bai Ming nodded, "Okay."

"Xiaobai, Xiaobai..." Lu Wu yelled twice, then grabbed the tree trunk and jumped off easily, "Seeing how good-looking you are, I'm too embarrassed to bully you."

He picked up the basketball on the ground again, handed it to Bai Ming, and said with a smile, "Why don't you try it?"

Bai Ming gently pushed Lu Wu's arm back, and said without thinking, "I, I won't."

"I'll teach you..." Lu Wu put one hand on his shoulder and led him to the net that he built on the tree. He held the ball with both hands, raised it above his head, and threw it lightly. The ball seemed to touch the basket. Net made a good agreement, impartial, just like in it, after the ball hit the ground, Lu Wu caught it again and smiled triumphantly, "It's that simple."

Bai Ming took the basketball and imitated the boy's actions just now like a cat drawing a tiger, but he had learned it well, but the basketball seemed to deliberately not listen to his words, and it fell to the ground without even touching the edge of the net. .

"Don't be discouraged, try again." Lu Wu caught it again and handed it over. Instead of laughing at it, he cheered up.

Hearing this encouragement, Bai Ming did not lose confidence. He found the most suitable position and feel for himself. The basketball was getting closer and closer to the net under his throws again and again. Until the last time, the basketball flew straight over and happened to be stuck. Between the net and the branches.

The two looked at the basketball together in a daze, and then looked at each other. Lu Wu stopped in the air with his hands to catch it. He hopped twice on the spot and couldn't touch the basketball at all. He looked at the tree trunk again and shook his head. Said: "The branch is too thin, I should not be able to climb it."

Fortunately, his mind turned very fast, he walked up to Bai Ming, squatted down, patted himself on the shoulder, "Go!"

Bai Ming took two steps back, opened the distance, and asked in surprise, "What?"

"Come up, I'll support you, you take the ball down..." Lu Wu patted himself on the shoulder again, he seemed to be able to see the worry of the child behind him, so he said comfortingly, "Don't be afraid, I will catch you well of."

With this guarantee, Bai Ming felt less uneasy. He raised one leg, straddled the left shoulder of the person under him, and lifted the other leg, and sat firmly on Lu Wu's shoulder. He held Lu Wu tightly with both hands. With his head, he said in fear: "You, you must not let go, I am afraid."

"Don't worry, I won't let you fall."

After finishing speaking, Lu Wu held the child's legs tightly, and slowly got up. He tremblingly walked towards the big tree, and the person on his shoulder would yell twice from time to time. His hair was painfully scratched by Bai Ming, but he He just sucked in a few breaths, but didn't stop him, for fear that Bai Ming would lose his grip and fall off his shoulders on his back.

After walking a few steps, the two finally came under the basket net. Bai Ming seemed to be walking on stilts. Every time the people below shook him, he felt as if they were shaking violently. He stretched out his right hand and held his left hand casually, just to cover When it landed on Lu Wu's eyes, Bai Ming touched it hard, and the basketball was entering the fishing net. The crisp landing sound was more pleasant than the oriole's spring. This was his first successful shot.

He didn't dare to continue playing anymore, and when Lu Wu put him down, he sat on the steps, propped his chin with his hands, and wanted to rest for a while.

Lu Wu hugged the basketball, sat beside Bai Ming, and asked, "Xiao Bai, why is your town called Baihe Town? Is it because everyone in the town is named Bai?"

Although the sun was about to rise overhead, the shadow of the small building still covered the two of them.

Bai Ming explained shyly, "It's because the town is next to a hill to the west, and the Baihe River flows out of the forest on the mountain stream and passes through our town, so it's called Baihe Town."

Lu Wu gave a thoughtful "hmm".

Speaking of the location, Bai Ming asked curiously again: "Brother Tiger, where are you from?"

Without even thinking about it, Lu Wu continued, "Yang Jing, have you heard of it?"

Bai Ming shook his head blankly, "I only know Baihe Town."

Lu Wu snorted and said mockingly, "Then you still ask?"

Bai Ming pouted, a little dissatisfied, and asked again: "Then why did uncle call you a little tiger?" After asking, the two were silent for a moment, and then Lu Wu spoke slowly.

"My name was given to me by my mother. She said it was a mythical beast on the fairy mountain in an ancient book. It was a tiger that maintained the order of heaven and protected the peace of the world. She hoped that I would become such a person in the future."

Lu Wu said in a deep voice, then lowered his head again, his tone was low, with sorrow and longing solidified between his brows.

Bai Ming looked at his dejected expression, and thought of the photo in the house surrounded by flowers, and suddenly realized that Brother Tiger's mother was not divorced as rumored, but had passed away.

The spring breeze blows the sill, it is a traveler sprinkled with gold, and he does not hesitate to lift his skirt to cross the mountains and wades in the water, just to cover the criss-crossed rice fields with greenery and flowers. But its mission has not been completed yet, it whistling past, blowing the camellia to sleep and burning, caressing the shade of the forest and grass.

Bai Ming moved closer to Lu Wu, suddenly opened his arms, and wrapped his arms around Lu Wu's neck, almost hanging on Lu Wu's side. Although he was timid, he still hugged the boy tightly, as if Time stood still at this moment.

Lu Wu was startled and completely lost his mind, "What, what are you doing?"

"My mother told me that when a person is sad, others should take the initiative to hug him, which can make him happy quickly. I think my mother is right, so every time I am unhappy, she will Come and hug me, I'll be fine soon."