Evil Awe-Inspiring 76 A Girl's Hear

For an hour, she's sitting on the sofa, chewing gum, and if I speak to her, she would turn her eyes and not listen or speak at all.

I smile and stop talking, turn on the TV in the living room and sit next to her. The girl immediately moves aside as if I have virus. Ignoring her, I hold the remote control and tilt my legs on the tea table to watch TV. After turning more than a dozen channels, I stay on a video of a European League football match. I saw this match before, but now I pretend to enjoy it.

Sure enough, little girl is a little girl after all. Her patience can't be compared with an adult. She pretends to be cool for an hour, and finally can't help it. First, she constantly moves around on the sofa, as if there are worms on her body. Then she chewing gum bubbles, blowing more than a dozen. I just don't watch her, just stare at the TV.

"h.e.l.lo!" Suddenly she cries, "Uncle! What the h.e.l.l are you thinking? Do you regard here as your home? If you want to kill me or cut me, just give me a word!"

I smile: "Well, you want to talk now?"

She still rolls her eyes at me: "Are you sick? You come to interfere my business for no reason. I don't even know you!"

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know you, either. If it isn't for your father, such a child like you, I would have been too lazy to take care of you."

She rolls her eyes again. "You know that son of..." Seeing me stare at her, she quickly swallows the rest words. She continues, "You know him. What's the matter with me? I don't want you to control! Come on, I'm grown up! I have government ID! Do you know that you are violating my human rights? I can call the police!"

I'm calm: "Up to you."

She jumps up and say, "What do you really want?" Her cheeks bulges with anger and her index finger almost points to my nose.

I look up at her and say, "First, I ask you to get your hair done. It's a bad hairstyle. So ugly!"

"I don't want you to mind! Even I shave clearly, it's none of your business!."

I simply ignore her shouting: "Second, I need to have a good talk with you, if you are still holding this att.i.tude, we can't communicate."

"Okay... Let's talk!" She sits on the tea table, skillfully pulls one cigarette out of my cigarette box. But looks at me, she quickly puts it down again and says with dissatisfaction, "I can't even smoke?"

I sigh and take out the picture. "It's you, isn't it?" I look into her eyes and try to sound genuine: "Did you take this picture a few years ago? How nice it looks? Such a lovely little girl."

She says nothing.

I continue, "When your father asked me to take care of you, I saw this picture. I think you should be a lovely little girl, but after meeting, I feel very disappointed."

She raises her eyebrows: "That's my business! Don't pretend to be f.u.c.king pure in front of me! I don't think you're a good man either! Today in KTV, what did you do with those people? Are you a good man?"

I hum and stare into her eyes. "If I hadn't knocked those guys down today, I'm afraid you'd be finished today!" I sigh, think better of it and take out a cigarette and hand it to her.

She is stunned, takes the cigarette, lights, and takes a long pull.

I shake my head and tell myself not to rush. Just step by step.

"Do you know what that cla.s.smate wanted to do with you today?"

"I don't know." She doesn't look me in the eye.

I sneer: "When you went to the toilet, they discuss how to drug you in the compartment! When I went in, there was a package of psychedelics on the table. Do you know what would happen after eating it?"

"Cut! How do I know that? I haven't eaten it yet!" she yells.

I feel a little bit at ease. Fortunately, she hasn't touched that kind of staffs. That is to say, she hasn't been damaged to that extent. It's a lucky misfortune.

"That thing, if you eat it, you'll lose your mind... Well, just like getting drunk, then you lose your sense of judgment, what other people ask you to do, what you will do... And... You will... "I think about it and say vaguely, "You don't even know that someone has taken advantage of you."

There is a thoughtful expression on her face, and she does not speak.

"Those guys, did you see each other for the first time? This kind of little gangsters, are of the worst stripe. They will only drug you, and then **** you at most. If you meet someone who is bad enough, maybe find a few people to gang-rape you first, then take the pictures or VCR, and blackmail you endlessly in the future! They might even inject you to make you addicted! You will become a drug addict. When you become a drug addict, they will appear in front of you and sell you drugs! Your life is ruined, you know?"

She listens to me quietly, and to my surprise, she does not interrupt me or refute me this time, but after I finish, her eyes show a little indifference and she hums, "So what? My life has long been ruined anyway. What am I afraid of?"

Although this is still a child's stubborn tone, but the words with a bit of desolate taste, which makes my heart trembles.

Looking at the girl with heavy make-up, sitting in front of me smoking sullenly, with an indifferent look on my face, I feel helpless in my heart.

"Dorra... Why are you doing like this?" I speak.

"What?"

I look into her eyes to keep her eyes from flas.h.i.+ng. "I mean, what made you become so? That picture proves that, at least in the past few years, you shouldn't be like current way, right?"

I stand up and look around the living room.

This apartment is obviously an old-fas.h.i.+oned apartment built in the last century. It has two bedrooms and one living room. It's not a big apartment, but it's enough for a small family to live in.

There are two bedrooms available. One I've just entered, it is her room. The other bedroom's door is closed and I go over and push it open for a look.

This is a slightly smaller room. From the furniture style inside, I think it belongs to older people who lived in it. Because the furniture is obviously the kind of hand-made goods of the sixties and seventies, the color of paint is very deep, the bed is a bandage. The bed is now almost extinct. The whole room is clean and the sheets look old too. There is a lacquer wooden box in the corner.

From all this, it can be seen that the original people living here should be an old one.

"I heard you lived with your grandmother in the last few years?" I turn to look at her. The muscles on her face tremble apparently, but then she says coldly, "It's your business too?"

I shake my head. "I just ask."

Then I approach her and say, "She... When did he pa.s.s away?"

"Two years ago." She speaks quickly and then takes a strong smoke.

I nod and then change the subject: "It's noon now. Are you hungry?"

She squints at me and says, "If you are hungry, please hurry up to leave! I don't welcome you at home here!"

Ignoring her, I go to the kitchen and look it over, but the refrigerator is empty. There is no any food in the kitchen cabinet too, not even a grain of rice!

"Come on, I'll take you out for dinner." I sigh.

"No! No! "She sits still and refuses to stand up.

I smile and say, "I invite you to have dinner and I'll go after dinner. How do you think?"

"Really?" Her eyes light up.

"True!"

Then she stands up, runs to the door and yells, "Open the door! Let's go for dinner!"

While opening the door, I ask: "What would you like to eat?"

"Korean food, I want to have barbecue." Mention to foods, she looks a little better, "You said you are inviting! If spend too much, you just don't begrudge the money it cost!"

I pat my pocket and say, "Do you forget that I have a card here? It's all your money. How much you eat will be deducted from the card!"

She shrinks and loses her spirits. "Then let's go down and eat noodles!"

I thought she was just saying casually, but when I go downstairs and ready to drive, she really takes me to a small noodle shop at the intersection.

This is a very ordinary noodle shop, the shop is very small, can only put down three or four tables, the table is greasy dirty, the wall is pasted with newspapers, the roof of the house is made of simple plastic materials. The corner of the table is covered with stainless steel.

She skillfully finds a table in the corner and sits down, then orders two bowls of beef noodles.

"There's nothing interesting to see!" She notices that I am looking at her strangely, and she gives me an angry stare.

"How could you eat noodles here?" I feel a little funny.

Noodles soon be sent. Two bowls of steaming beef noodles are full of ingredients. The soup is covered with fragrant onions, and several pieces of roasted beef are laid on the noodles. She picks up chopsticks, forks several noodles and sucks them into mouth. Then she picks up a piece of beef and chews hard.

I see her eating so delicious, a little surprise: "That delicious?"

"Well, I've been eating for years." While eating, she says vaguely, "When my grandmother was in hospital. I don't know how to cook. So I ate here."

I put down my chopsticks and look at her quietly.

The girl sitting in front of me, explode headed. Her face is full of makeup with insubordinate. But don't know how, there is such a picture happens in my mind.

A beautiful little girl with long hair, who is wearing school uniform, carrying a schoolbag, sitting in a noodle shop to eat noodles in the morning, at noon and at night.

How did she persevere in those days?

Look at the bowl and the steaming heat above in front of me. I remember the time I lived in Master's house and he made us pork ribs soup in the evening.

"You ate all three meals a day here that time?" I ask in a low voice.

"Nonsense!" She curls her lips, forks up the noodles with chopsticks and blows, "If I didn't eat here, you fed me?"

I have a quiet taste of noodles. To be honest, the taste is good, the noodles are very biting, the soup is very fragrant, but I have no appet.i.te. Put down the chopsticks and pull out a cigarette.

Girl's appet.i.te won't have too much food. After eating a few mouthfuls of noodles, she concentrates on beef. Generally girls do not like meat, but she seems to be different, eating beef very sweet, but how many beef in a bowl of beef noodles? Soon she finishes them all.

I put down my cigarette, pick up my chopsticks and pick out the beef from my bowl one by one and put it in her bowl. "Eat it, it's clean. I didn't touch."

The expression on her face stiffens for a moment. Suddenly she raises her head and looks at me deeply. Then she says nothing, just bow her head and eats noodles.

She eats too rush that she even makes a very rude sound of snoring. But soon I have discovered her secret. She makes these noises deliberately just to cover up!

Her head hangs low. I find that she is crying!

She notices that I am looking at her. Suddenly she throws chopsticks away and pushes the bowl away, lies on the table, buries her head deep in her arms, and sobs.

She cries very quietly at first, but gradually becomes louder. Finally her body is shaking constantly. I sit on one side and try to clap her on the shoulder, but I stretch out half of my hand and don't know whether my hand should fall.

At that time, she has raised her head. She quickly wipes the tears and runny nose on her face, gives me a cold stare: "What are you looking? Haven't you seen a woman cry before?"

She glances at the bowl in front of her, but pushes it hard, pats the table and cries out, "I won't eat it! This is the beef you've eaten. It's dirty!"

She gets up and goes out. I take out my wallet, put the money on the table and follow her. She walks very fast to the direction of her home. I follow her about two steps behind.

We walk quietly to the downstairs of her house, she suddenly stops, turns her head, looks at me fiercely: "h.e.l.lo! I've had dinner with you! You should also keep your words. Just go! Don't follow me anymore!"

I smile and say, "Okay, I'm not following you anymore. You just go home."

"Hum!" She immediately turns around and walks into the building.

I go to the car and get in, start to play the music and light a cigarette. I just listen to the music and smoke silently with the window open.

About five minutes later, as soon as I finish a cigarette, I see her rushes out of the building in a rage, runs quickly to my car and bangs on the door.

I smile and ask her, "What's wrong?"

"You break your words!" She says angrily, "You said you'd leave after dinner! Why are you still here?"

"I just said to go after dinner, it means coming out from your house. I didn't say I wouldn't stay downstairs, would I?" I smile and ask, "How do you know I didn't leave?"

"I'm looking at you in the corridor!" Just finish saying, she regrets and blushes.

I pushed the door and get out of the car, stand in front of her and look at her. She looks uncomfortable, staring and cursing, but suddenly I reach my hand in front of her and whisper, "Don't move!"

Then I quickly bounce off a piece of veal residue in the corner of her mouth, take out a paper towel and wipe the greasy on her mouth. I sigh, "Don't you wipe your mouth when you finish eating? What about hands? Show me your hands!"

She freezes and raises her hands mechanically like a wooden man. I grab her hands and wipe it vigorously against the beef soup on her palm: "Remember! Wipe your mouth and wash your hands when you eat in the future!"

She seems silly, just opens her mouth for quite a while, but at last she doesn't scold a word. She raises her eyes and looks at me carefully. It seems something is melting, but at last she still pretends to be angry again and cries out, "What are you doing? Who do you think you are? You don't have to mind my business! No bother!"

After that, she lifts my hand forcefully, throws the paper towel on the ground, steps on it, turns around and rushes into the corridor.

I still smile. Just shake your head.

She's still a child, knows only to use anger to cover up the shock in her heart.

I sit in front of the car and wait quietly for a while. Actually, I've noticed it. She still didn't go upstairs. She's hiding in the corridor on the second floor and peeping at me.

Instead of puncturing her, I take a bottle of water out of the trunk of the car and take a sip, stretching leisurely.

Ten minutes later, she finally comes out again.

But this time, instead of rus.h.i.+ng out as before, she comes out of the corridor with a hesitation. Coming up to me, she seems to have some helpless appearance: "Uncle, what do you really want to do? Either you leave, or you go up, you are just staring at me downstairs, what is it for?"

I smile. This little girl is still a little girl after all. A young child, even if how to hide, she still can't hide the inner emotions like an adult.

I know she's softened. I just made a few seemingly subtle moves and have successfully opened a little gap in the girl's heart. It's a little bit small, but it's already enough.

In fact, she is very contradictory. There may be a little bit in her heart that she doesn't want me to go.

This feeling may be hard to explain. But I remember very clearly: when I was taken away from the door of the detention house by my master, for a long time, I felt as attached to my master as a young bird. I was even afraid that my master would leave my eyesight!

When suddenly there is a real, sincere person who is kind to a helpless person, even if only a little warmth, he instinctively will have a trace of sentimentally attached and reluctance!

Because people live in the cold world are fascinated by the warmth.

It's like why I liked to hang out in such noisy and chaotic places. In fact, a major reason was that I were afraid of a cold feeling at home, and in the disco, countless people crazy shouting, screaming, carnival, it could bring me a sense of liveliness. That's what I was obsessed with!

I don't answer her, but smile gently: "I'm hungry. I didn't eat that bowl of noodles just now. Let's go out and find another place to eat. That noodle tastes good, but I don't like noodles very much personally."

Then I pull the copilot door open and say to her, "Get in."

She stands in front of the car, stares at me for a while, then looks down at her toes for a while, finally comes and gets into the car, then slams the door like a vent, and says in a bad voice, "Where are you going? Just go!"

Long after that, I ask her why she would hide in the corridor to see me this afternoon and why she would get into the car.

Her answer me that no one except her dead mother would ever wipe the cinder from her mouth with a paper towel, wipe the grease from her hands, and then scold her in the voice of a seemingly nagging woman.

This kind of feeling, actually quite "family".

My relations.h.i.+p with her has finally improved slightly.

I take her to a favorite restaurant for a meal. I drink a bottle of beer and, under her protest, I allow her to drink half a gla.s.s. But not allow her ever smoke again.

In the morning at her house, I allowed her to smoke because she needed a movement to ease the atmosphere a little, but now I firmly refuse to allow her to touch the cigarette.

Girl, it's better to be delicate. Smoking is really not a good.

But our agreement is also gradually changing.

"I'll leave after dinner, all right?"

After dinner, I take her to eat ice-cream: "I'll go after the ice-cream, okay?"

Then I take her to buy clothes: "After buying clothes, I'll go. All right?"

There is a little dispute when we are buying the clothes. Because she chooses clothes with metal chains and the pockets and holes everywhere, and I certainly won't let her buy them. I choose clothes that looks more lively and "normal".

Finally, I buy her a small Lapel sweater and green jeans, and at her insistence, I buy her a dress she determines to buy. But I notice that when she is trying on her clothes. She has tried the girl's outfit I have chosen for her. When she looks in the mirror, there is a flash of a blooming smile on her face. When she comes out of the dressing room and dressing as a girl, I almost think it is the Dorra in the picture!

Of course, her explosive hairstyle is still striking.

After buying her clothes, she takes the soda I bought her and sucks on the straw. Although her att.i.tude towards me is still bad, but the interesting thing is, she has stopped talking about letting me go.

"Well, now... Let's get you a haircut." I look at her and laugh, "After the haircut, I'll go, regardless of you, okay? I promise I won't lie to you this time. After the haircut, I'll really leave! I promise I'll keep my word this time!"

She has a grieving look on her face, looks at her toes and waits for a while. Then she looks up and says softly, "I... Can I not shave my hair?

I laugh and whisper to her, "Dorra. Do you not want to cut your hair? Or just don't want me to leave?"

She looks up, blushes, and cries out, "Bah! I wish you would disappear from my sight now!"

I am not angry at all, because I feel I have some control over the girl's personality: "Well, let's go for a haircut. After that, I'll go, okay?"

"Ignore it! I say no is no!"

"So what do you want to do?" I am as kind as can be.

"I..." She bows her head and dares not look at me:"I think... I want to... I want to eat ice cream."

I laugh and feel a little complacent. My face remains silent. I deliberately understated, "We will eat it after the haircut."

"Well, all right." She gives a quick answer. I notice that the little girl's eyes seem to breathe a sigh of relief.

Actually, I understand that she doesn't want ice cream, but wants to find something after haircut. In that case, I won't leave right away.

In fact, no one is born to fall, right?

I look at the little girl in front of me and start feeling she is really cute.

I drive to find a hairstyle salon, which is very famous in our city. Jojo often does her hair here and designs her own image. Several of the experts here are also the makeup artists for the TV station.

Of course, the fees here are quite high. A simple haircut would cost three or five hundred!

When I bring Dorra into the door, I find a hairdresser and point at her, "Please help her get her hair done."

The hairdresser gives her a strange look, probably amused by the explosive hairstyle. After all, her skin and face is not really suitable for this hairstyle.

The hairdresser circles around her, takes a look at me. He calls an a.s.sistant to take her to wash hair first.

I pull the hairdresser aside and he looks at me and says with a bitter smile, "Where did this lady's hair come from? Her temperament, face shape, is completely incompatible with it! What do you want me to do for her? Still have this personalized hairstyle?"

"Of course not!" I shake my head: "Just to make it a little girl style, a little normal! Good-looking, cute, that's all." Thinking about it, I take out a note from my wallet and hand it to him: "There's one more thing. Do me a favor, the makeup on her face, you just do something she unexpected to let her wash the powder off her face carelessly when she washes her hair. Then I'll trouble you to make up for her again... At least make her looks like a person, not a ghost, okay?"

"OK." The hairdresser quietly accepts my tip.

Alas, suddenly I feel a little exhausted. It's really hard to take care of a child nowadays. I do have some admirations for those parents. It's really not easy to be a parent!