157, Junk House (2/3)
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Bai Su finally said, "I'm really out of control" and lay on the table unconscious.
Bai Su's side stunned Li Xiang. He thought that such great writers should be polite and elegant in taste, and at the least they should be separated from the low-level fun, and are definitely not drunkards who drink wine in the bar.
That's right, Li Xiang had automatically classified Bai Su as a drunkard in his heart. He could drink alcohol, but he could not ignore the amount of alcohol, and he was drunk in front of the students.
"Don't blame him, he is like this. Unless he doesn't drink, he will get drunk as soon as he drinks." The auntie Jiuzhu looked at him helplessly and said to Li Xiang apologetically.
She took away the bottle of wine that Bai Su had tightly held in her hand and muttered, "Drunk in front of the students, is not a good teacher."
Bai Su slept soundly and had no reaction at all.
Li Xiang asked her: "Does Teacher Bai often do this in front of students?"
The auntie Wuzhuwei said, "I have seen a lot."
Li Xiang didn’t know where Bai Su came from. Didn’t he just joined Forestry University to teach? Did he have taught before?
Aunt Jiuzhuo said that Bai Su had held cram schools for students during the winter and summer vacations and taught many students.
Bai Su was drunk and couldn't wake up. He asked him where he lived. In the end, the auntie Wukong closed the door and led the way after closing. The two of them held Bai Su. Bai Su was tall, but she was thin. When Li Xiang held him, he felt a thin figure under his wide clothes. He was thinner than he thought.
The auntie of the wine barrel waist seemed to have known Bai Su for a long time. She said that Bai Su was very strong before, but later she was drunk. She became seriously ill at the age of 50, and her physical condition was getting worse.
Bai Su's home is near the barbecue. It is a spacious and high-end apartment, which should be more than 200 square meters. The location and environment are good, and the interior design is also great, but the condition inside is simply a mess.
The first time Li Xiang saw it, he felt that this place was not where people live, it was simply a garbage house.
The place where you see it is full of various objects piled up into hills, most of which are books. These "mountains" extend all the way from the entrance and spread throughout the living room, making people have almost no place to get off.
The aunt in the wine barrel was accidentally tripped by a cardboard box thrown everywhere, and fell to the ground with a rumbling sound, smashing several "small hills" around her. A lot of books were rumbling, and a lot of stones rolled around on the ground.
Li Xiang held Bai Su with one hand and helped the aunt who was moaning on the ground with the other hand: "How is it? Is it okay?"
"What the hell is this?!" the aunt rubbed her waist and stood up hatefully, looked around, and said speechlessly, "This is not where people live!"
But she was not surprised, after all, it was not the first time she met. She said that Bai Su would ask the housekeeper once a month to clean the housekeeping service, but later it was too dirty and messy, so she didn't want to come.
"I cleaned him once a month ago, and now it's like this again."
Li Xiang was speechless. Seeing that Bai Su was dressed cleanly and neatly on weekdays, he didn't expect that his house would be a garbage dump.
The aunt went to pick up the stones scattered on the ground and said, "You can ignore the books. Anyway, he threw them everywhere, but these stones are his treasures. You have to organize them for him, otherwise he will be angry."
These are all collected stones, pebbles, and strange shapes.
"Oh no, there is water on the ground." The aunt found that there was water on the ground. The stones were just raised in the water and were all placed in a water tank. The water tank was tripped, the stones were sprinkled on the ground, and all the water was sprinkled.
There were things in the house, and many books were soaked.
"It's over, this old white %¥………¥%&"
Li Xiang was so angry that he didn't care about these things first. He helped Bai Su to the bedroom, put it on the bed, and then came out to clean up with his aunt and sucked the water on the ground dry.
While helping, Li Xiang asked carefully: "Where is Teacher Bai's family?"
This messy home is a place where no one lives. Bai Su lives here like a nail. It is really difficult to live in the family again.
The aunt who was moving books looked at Li Xiang, as if she was surprised that he didn't know this.
"He is divorced, and his wife and the children are gone."
Oh~ Li Xiang didn't ask anymore.
The floor of this house is full of debris, and there are all kinds of things on the wooden shelves on the surrounding walls, many of which are photos inlaid in frames. Li Xiang looked at a few of them, which were photos of Bai Su and different young people.
"These are his students." The aunt mopped the floor.
"All of them?" Li Xiang asked.
"It's all. Although he is a professor in the university now, he was actually just a tutor in a small training class before, and it's not better than me to open a barbecue." The aunt said, and from what she meant, it seemed a little unrelated.
Bai Su's experience is not a secret. After he became famous, he was told many times. He was a late-stage writer. He was not known until he was 43 years old. Before that, he had done various tasks, such as the cram school teachers mentioned by the aunt, as well as elementary school teachers, setting up street stalls, doing small businesses, and even driving taxis and buses...
If you trace it back, you will find that he graduated from a prestigious university, but after graduation, his good cards were broken, and he did not live a stable life until his writing talent showed up.
Li Xiang didn't know if his divorce was related to poverty, but it must have a great impact on the family environment.
It took him a lot of effort to wipe the water from the ground. Because it was too late, otherwise, looking at the aunt's appearance, I would have to clean the whole house in one go.
The two finally found a place to sit and rest. Li Xiang looked back at the bedroom. The door was half-closed, and the warm light leaked out of the crack of the door, illuminating the "garbage pile" at the door. He felt depressed when he got a little better just now.
He picked up a book from the garbage dump beside him, "Ma Xiaotiao Plays Mathematics"! A first-grade mathematics tutoring book!
He picked up another book, which was a big book, "Bookworm - Oxford Chinese and English Bilingual Readings", which is a high school English tutoring book.
He read a few more books, some from elementary school, some from junior high school, high school and university, as well as master's and doctoral theory books, spanning all grades and with a variety of contents.
Li Xiang suddenly realized that Bai Su showed his erudition when he was chatting in a barbecue, perhaps because he read a lot of books and read a lot of books.
Seeing that he was flipping through books, the aunt said, "You Teacher Bai is very knowledgeable and knows everything. Everyone will ask him if he has any questions in the wine room. No one can stump him..."
Her tone was filled with pride and pride.
After the two of them had a moment of rest, the aunt asked Li Xiang to go back, and she stayed here to take care of Bai Su.
Li Xiang thought about it and found that Bai Su and her seemed very familiar, and they should be an acquaintance. On the contrary, Bai Su and him were unfamiliar, so he nodded and agreed and left Bai Su's house.
It is already very cold in the late autumn evening. This is a living area, no more than the main road, and it is empty in the middle of the night. It is drizzling in the night sky, and one or two cold stars are flashing, emitting a faint light. Winter is coming quietly.
Li Xiang tightened his coat and walked on the dim path. His mind was full of the feelings Bai Su brought to him. He saw the side that Bai Su had decorated, but today he saw the lifelike side. This is a flesh-and-blooded person, extremely real. Perhaps it was Bai Su who had such a complicated experience that he could write a flesh-and-blood story.
Chapter completed!