radicalducati Chapter 272 Getting on the Train
Chapter 272 Getting on the Train
Banggeng had a gloomy face and let his mother do whatever she wanted. He was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, which made him feel stuffy, but he felt like there was a piece of ice in his heart.
"Mom," he suddenly asked, "how much money do we have left?"
Qin Huairu's hands trembled: "Why are you asking this?"
"I'm about to leave, and you still don't know?" Bang Geng sneered, "Are you afraid that I will steal?"
Qin Huairu sighed, took out a handkerchief from the bottom of the box, opened it layer by layer, revealing a few dozen wrinkled dollars: "That's all... Mom will give you twenty, poor family, rich road..."
Bang Geng looked down on him, but he quickly grabbed the money and counted out thirty and stuffed them into his pocket: "Thirty, you won't have much to spend money on after I leave anyway."
Qin Huairu wanted to stop her but didn't dare, so she could only wipe her tears and continue packing. Bang Geng watched her stuff clothes into her bag with cold eyes, but he was thinking about something else in his mind - before leaving, he had to make these people in the hospital pay the price!
While folding clothes, Yu Li said to Sha Zhu, "Bang Geng will leave next Monday. I have a feeling something is going to happen. Yesterday I saw him wandering around the yard with a scary look in his eyes."
Sha Zhu frowned, "This kid holds a grudge, he must be up to no good." He put on his coat and walked out, "I'll go talk to some families with children."
Yan Bugui was teaching his eldest grandson to write. When he saw Sha Zhu coming, he quickly let him in.
"Uncle, did you know that Banggeng was leaving?" Shazhu lowered his voice, "You have been keeping an eye on this portal. Has that kid made any moves recently?"
Yan Bugui pushed his glasses and said, "I woke up in the middle of the night last night and saw him hanging around in front of the Yang and Xiang families. I coughed and he ran away."
The two looked at each other, understanding each other tacitly.
After hearing what Sha Zhu said, Xu Damao sneered: "That little bastard? If he dares to touch my son, I won't let him leave!"
Qin Jingru panicked: "You are stupid, if he doesn't leave, he will cause trouble every day. No, we have to send Shouye to his grandfather's house to live for a few days!"
The Yang family, the Gong family, the Cao family...
As night fell, Sha Zhu finished his rounds at the last house and stood in the middle of the yard to light a cigarette. Lights were gradually turning on in the windows of each house, and he could vaguely hear the voices of adults admonishing their children. He knew that from tonight on, all the children in the yard would be watched closely.
Banggeng slipped out of the door quietly. He came to the door of Yang's house with a paper bag, opened the jar of pickles in the cabinet outside the Yang family, and suddenly heard a movement in the corner of the wall in the distance.
"Who?!" he whispered.
A wild cat scurried by. Banggeng opened the paper bag and was about to pour the powder into the jar when he suddenly heard a cough in the distance, scaring him so much that he quickly retracted his hand.
Moving to the middle courtyard, Banggeng set his eyes on the bicycle parked outside Shazhu's house. He took out the awl his grandmother used to sew shoes from his pocket and was about to poke the tire when he suddenly heard the door of the He family creak, and he turned around and ran away in fright.
For three days in a row, Bang Geng found that no matter what he wanted to do, someone would always appear. When he wanted to throw feces at the door of Xu's house, Xu Damao would squat at the door and smoke; when he wanted to burn the quilts hung out by the Cao family in the backyard, Cao Qinghua would move a bench and sit there in the sun; even when he wanted to pee in the Gong family's vegetable jar, he would bump into Gong's wife coming out to pour water...
On Sunday night, Banggeng was squatting behind the toilet, sulking. Suddenly, a ball of paper hit him on the head. He unfolded it and saw a crooked note: "We know you are up to no good, and the whole courtyard is on guard against you! Get out of here now! - The children in the courtyard"
Bang Geng was so angry that he was shaking all over and tore the note into pieces. He rushed back to the house with red eyes, took out a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and was about to go out when he was bumped into by Qin Huairu who was packing her luggage.
"Bang Geng! What are you doing with this?!" Qin Huairu's face turned pale with fright.
Bang Geng pushed her away and said, "Get lost!"
Qin Huairu hugged his legs tightly, crying, "Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
The gate was kicked open with a bang, and Sha Zhu rushed in with seven or eight other men...
The next morning, under the "escort" of several strong men including Shazhu, Mashan, and Mahai, Banggeng was taken on a train to the Northeast. In the train window, his vicious eyes pierced through every person who saw him off like a knife.
When the train whistled, Xu Damao suddenly smiled: "We've finally gotten rid of this trouble!"
The train was rattling along, and the scenery outside the window gradually changed from early spring in the suburbs of Beijing to the desolate countryside outside the Great Wall. The carriage was filled with educated young people wearing big red flowers, talking and laughing, looking forward to the rural life that was about to begin. Only Banggeng was huddled in a corner, with a gloomy face, ignoring everyone.
"Classmate, you are also going to Heilongjiang to join the team, right?" A young man wearing glasses asked in a friendly manner, "My name is Zhang Zhiqiang, from Beijing No. 4 Middle School."
Bang Geng didn't even raise his eyelids, and snorted: "It's none of your business."
The smile on Zhang Zhiqiang's face froze, and the young men next to him looked at each other with dissatisfaction in their eyes.
"Why are you like this? We are all from Beijing, and we all went to Heilongjiang to work in the countryside. We may be assigned to the same group and become comrades in the future. What's wrong with getting to know each other?" said a girl with pigtails, frowning.
Bang Geng glanced at her coldly and said, "Who is your comrade? Stop trying to get close to me."
The atmosphere in the car suddenly became cold. Several young men who had wanted to come over to talk also walked away in anger. The girl with pigtails was so angry that her face turned red. She whispered to her companions: "Why is this guy like this? It's like everyone owes him money."
Bang Geng heard it and deliberately stretched his legs out into the aisle, tripping a young man passing by. The young man almost fell down and angrily said, "What are you doing!"
"The road is yours? I can do whatever I want with it." Banggeng looked at him provocatively.
The young man clenched his fists and was about to fight, but his companion stopped him: "Forget it, don't bother with this kind of person."
As night fell, the lights in the carriage flickered, and most people fell asleep. But Banggeng kept his eyes open, staring at the dark night outside the window. He touched the money and food coupons hidden in the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket, thinking about how to be lazy and slack off when he got there.
"Hey, move inside." A sturdy young man next to him kicked him.
Bang Geng sat up suddenly: "Are you looking for death?"
The young man did not show weakness: "What's the matter? This position is not for you alone. Don't you understand that we should all be considerate of each other?"
Bang Geng was about to explode when he suddenly found that several young men around him sat up and stared at him with eager eyes. He then realized that he was alone now and his attitude had offended many people along the way.
"Okay, you guys are awesome." Banggeng moved in angrily, but he made a note of the account in his heart.
In the early hours of the morning, the train stopped at a small station. Banggeng used the excuse of going to the toilet to sneak into the connection of the carriages to smoke. The cold wind made him shiver and he could hardly hold the cigarette in his hand.
"Damn, what a hell of a place." He cursed and suddenly heard footsteps behind him.