Fixed hammer smiled "thank you"

When Ding Hammer walked forward with his hands in his pockets, he knew that his father still lived in the old house when he stretched out his finger from a woman. Ding Hammer sipped his mouth because he was a little uneasy. Although he was used to the sparrow in the wind and waves, how could he not be nervous about such a thing?
He walked slowly to the old house, because his memory was strengthened by the ham sausage device. What he had experienced was clearer than ever. Everyone here had a vivid face when he was young. Most of the friends who spent his childhood with him are now facing the loess and facing the sky. Some honest people are seven years old and even older.
The patchwork of the past and the present makes the fixed hammer feel unreal. The world that should be familiar is more and more false, and there are grotesque things everywhere.
I finally came to the front of the old house and found that there were many villagers around. They smoked cigarettes and carried bowls, but most of them looked at it with a smile. It was a two-story building, and everything happened in the brick house that seemed out of place in the village.
Fixed hammer pie pie steak crowd went in and probe, so a look found that there was probably a 17-year-old boy who was holding a fat woman in her forties with high hair and cursing.
The teenager Ding Hammer didn’t know him, but the fat woman Ding Hammer remembered him vividly. It was this woman who made Ding Hammer’s fate change dramatically. He always remembered what this woman had done to herself in that bitter winter.
"Old let you take money out! Money! " The teenager tugged at the woman’s hair wall and rubbed it against the wall. "How many times have I told you to cut the crap!"
"I’m your mother … how can you hit me …" The fat woman whined, but the boy was indifferent and cried by her.
And next to this pair of eccentric mothers, there is a thin man with a black face and a silent bow to smoke.
As soon as Ding Hammer saw his expression, his anger flared up at that time. That winter, he was also like this, watching himself being driven out of the house to die.
"concession"
The hammer tried to drill forward, but it was stopped by an old man in his sixties and seventies. "What are you doing?" What are you doing! "
The hammer blinked his eyes and then pointed to the noisy family inside.
"You can be defeated. That woman asked for it. This family is asking for their own sins. Just eat it yourself."
Ding hammer smiled and suddenly felt that people in any world have a basic view of right and wrong. In their eyes, good people should be rewarded and bad people naturally should not be rewarded
"Mother really has no money … don’t fight … don’t fight …" The fat woman cried out in a trembling voice. "I really have no money …"
The young man grabbed a rolling pin from the side with a cold eye and threw it at her mother’s head.
However, this stick failed to get rid of an iron pliers-like hand, holding his wrist from behind, and he turned around with a twist of his brow. "Do you want to die?"
The hammer shook his other hand, then took a step back, and then slapped his brother’s face, which was slightly related to himself.
No one knows when the hammer appeared there, and no one knows when he took the slap.
Anyway, this slap was fierce in the past, and the young boy suddenly lost his voice. Although it was not as exaggerated as bleeding from seven orifices, at least there was blood in his nose and mouth.
And the fat woman let out a scream and jumped at the hammer like crazy, and the hammer was light and easy to hide and then split the thick red brick on the courtyard wall like a big piece of rice candy.
Those guys watching the fun outside and that crazy fat woman froze, but Ding Hammer left the wall leisurely. "Hey, do you still know me?"
The old man squatting on the ground heard that he looked up and stared at Ding Hammer for a long time, but he didn’t recognize it. Of course, Ding Hammer didn’t expect him to recognize it. After so many years, Ding Hammer’s temperament and appearance have changed dramatically. Don’t say that he hasn’t seen anyone for more than ten years. I’m afraid it’s hard to recognize Ding Hammer five years ago.
"Don’t you recognize it?" Ding hammer sighed and threw a cigarette from his pocket to his dad. "You’ve never smoked a good cigarette in your life."
Forgotten one Seiko Tobacco … Not to mention ordinary rural villagers. I’m afraid even the richest man in the world may not have smoked.
Watching the old man pick up the cigarette and hammer, he smiled indifferently. "I really didn’t come back this time for any purpose. One was to see my mother, and the other was to ask you why you didn’t leave me alone when this bitch kicked me out."
As soon as he said this, people immediately coaxed him to talk about it like a fly flapping its wings. It was very annoying to listen to it. Of course, it was even more surprising that it might belong to the old man who was squatting. His eyes were almost bursting when he stared at the hammer face.
"Fixed … fixed … fixed hammer?"
"Of course," the hammer adjusted a comfortable posture and looked down at this old man who was in his fifties but looked like he was in his seventies. "Who else could it be?"
And that fat woman who was beaten like a pig’s head by her own son kept moving back like a ghost.
"What are you afraid of?" Ding Hammer chuckled. "I won’t do anything to you. I didn’t do it at first, and I won’t. I want an answer today. Why didn’t I come?"
The old man squatted and pattered smoking a cigarette without saying a word, but the fat woman said, "Hammer … it’s mom who’s sorry …"
"Fuck you, who the fuck are you?" Fixed hammer eyes a stare "less old-fashioned almost!"
He is a serious man who has gone through the battlefield. This aura root is not something that ordinary people can bear to be stared at by him. That fat woman can’t breathe for a long time, for fear that someone who doesn’t pay attention to himself will be slapped and killed by him.
"I’ll ask you about me." The hammer looked at the old man with a smile. "Although I have no feelings, I can somehow have a fate. You have to give me an explanation."
Behind when someone input hammer suddenly turned "all his mama give me shut up! Who will waste him when he is old! "
Suddenly, there was a scene of utter silence, and he didn’t like these people at all. That night, he knocked on almost everyone’s door in the village, but no one was willing to take him in even for one night. When he was nineteen years old, he wanted to steal a torch and burn this broken place. Although he was indifferent now, in retrospect, he was full of anger.
"You have a good memory, don’t you? You always cried and begged you outside in your rags that winter. Are you fucking forced to have a door?" Fixed hammer cold hum a "all of you fucking give old justice is not a good thing."
Then he looked down at the old man and said, "Is it always your own son?"
The old man gave a meal and then nodded.
"Do you fucking know that the old man is only twelve years old, and his hair is not ten fucking degrees outside? Do you want this bitch to throw him out of the door?" The hammer sound became hoarse again. "I’m asking you. Don’t fucking pretend to me!"
The old man kept his head down and said nothing after hearing the hammer question.
"Fortunately," the hammer breathed a sigh of relief. "My mother blessed me to be alive. You know, I tried to burn your house to death more than once. What did Mom do wrong? What about you? And your fat woman is asking you! What’s bothering you? Always making trouble for you or rolling your eyes at you. You’re fucking killing me! "
The fat woman was speechless because he knew that Ding Hammer was a very good boy when he was a child. Although he was stubborn, he was absolutely sensible, did not cry or make trouble, and never said anything. After washing, scrubbing, cooking and washing rice, he almost did it all by himself, but he was driven out by himself simply because he was not an eyesore.
"Well, you have nothing to say, right?" Dinghammer sneered and suddenly raised his voice, "I’ll fucking ask you again why you didn’t leave me!" "
"Don’t … don’t … hammer … it’s all my fault … it’s all my fault …"
"Shut up."
Ding hammer jumped from the fence and went straight to the door, sliding the door and walked in. After walking in, he found that he didn’t know this place at all. Although his home was not rich, his mother was in good order, and with a little business, life in the village was not bad.