America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The gourd was thrown at Li Qun's head. Li Qun reached out to grab the gourd, but the gourd's strap wrapped around his wrist. Then, his father struck Li Qun on the head with his other hand.

The old man then bumped into Liqun's arms, untied the gourd strap, and kicked Liqun away.

The room was cramped, and Liqun felt restricted and couldn't move around freely, so his father kicked him into the sofa to sit down.

"Is pain included in the consciousness?" Li Qun asked, clutching his stomach.

“Ask the Indians!” the old man said.

The old man picked up the TV remote from the coffee table again and threw it at Liqun's head.

"Catch it! If you don't catch it, Dad won't be able to watch TV!"

Li Qun clasped his hands together and caught the TV remote control with his bare hands.

"Dad, the remote control is fine." Li Qun breathed a sigh of relief.

"But you have something to do."

The old man turned over and sat down on the sofa. He shoved the gourd of wine into Liqun's mouth and forced Liqun to drink a couple of sips of wine as well.

The sensory stimulation of medicinal wine is much stronger than that of other things, and Li Qun's face turned red instantly.

"Alcohol can also impair a person's senses. Why don't we try fighting poison with poison?" the old man asked.

"Let's give it a try!"

Li Qun flipped over on the sofa, rolled around on the floor a few times, and arrived at the refrigerator. He opened the refrigerator door, took out the canned wheat juice from his father's refrigerator, pulled the tab, and put it in his mouth.

Chapter 84 Father Cannot Be Wrong

Uncle Huang Helou walked to the pawnshop. The lights on the second floor were on, but the shop door was closed.

I haven't seen Liqun all day. Lunch and dinner times have passed, and I haven't seen Liqun come back for meals.

Uncle called Liqun several times but no one answered. He called Dad and someone answered. Dad said on the phone that Liqun was with him and would be spending the night there.

The uncle knocked hard on the door, pressed his face against the pawn shop window to observe the activity inside, and waited for more than ten minutes but no one came to open the door for him.

"Kid, you wait."

The uncle looked around and began to examine his father's three-story house.

He decided to break into his father's house to see what was going on.

The window in the second-floor bathroom of my father's house was not closed. My uncle guessed the size of the window and felt that he could barely squeeze through.

"Hey!"

Uncle took a deep breath, quickly ran in the back alley, kicked left and right on both sides of the wall, and then leaped up to grab the window sill.

With great effort, the uncle squeezed half of his body through the window and slowly moved the lower half of his body into the old man's second-floor bathroom, entering the bathroom in a rather undignified manner.

What does it taste like?

The uncle pushed open the small bathroom door and peeked out. He saw two heads tilted to one side on the sofa in his father's living room, and the coffee table and floor were covered with wine bottles.

When Li Qun walked up to the two men, he was startled.

Li Qun was punched in the nose by his father and his nose started bleeding. After getting drunk, the tissue he was using to plug his nostrils fell out, and half of Li Qun's face was covered in dried blood clots.

After bending down to examine it, the uncle shook his head helplessly.

Liqun and his father drank themselves into oblivion, while the television was still playing programs.

"What kind of master you are determines what kind of disciple you will produce."

Seeing the drunken elderly man and the minor, the uncle made a phone call using the landline at his father's house.

"Hey, honey, I'm not coming home tonight."

“My father drank a lot of alcohol, so I have to stay and look after him.”

"You asked about Liqun? He drank it too."

"My child has entered a rebellious phase..."

"Be a friend to your children, not a dictator."

"I know……"

Uncle hung up the phone, found the blanket on the floor inside the house, shook off the dust and covered Dad and Liqun with it, then let the two of them sleep on the sofa until morning.

……

……

Sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains, and Dad slowly opened his eyes.

The effects of immortality were waning day by day, and he was getting drunk more easily. He silently lamented that he was not what he used to be.

The old man raised his hand and found that he was covered with a blanket.

The old man looked at Liqun with a puzzled expression; he and Liqun were covered with the same blanket.

The living room had been tidied up, and the empty beer cans were neatly placed in the trash bags.

"Wake up, wake up!"

The old man turned around and patted Liqun's cheeks, patting for a while until Liqun woke up.

"Dad..."

"I'm so dizzy..."

"How does it compare to yesterday?" Dad asked with concern.

"I need to sleep a little longer..." Li Qun said, then fell silent and went back to sleep.

"Okay, Dad, you can go back to sleep too."

The old man gave all the blankets to Liqun, went to the bedroom to get his own quilt, and lay down on the sofa.

As afternoon approached, Li Qun slowly opened his eyes; he had had enough sleep.

The first thing Liqun did upon waking was to reach for his glasses, but then he suddenly realized that he no longer needed to wear them.

"The system reinstallation was successful..." Li Qun muttered to himself.

Liqun threw the blanket aside, stood up, and staggered a couple of steps.

After jumping around a couple of times, Liqun felt dizzy, probably due to a hangover.

His stomach rumbled twice; he was hungry.

Li Qun, starving, went into the kitchen and started cooking instant noodles.

"Is there any for Dad?"

My father stood at the kitchen doorway, wrapped in a blanket.

“Dad, you can do whatever you want.” Li Qun replied, picking up a packet of instant noodles, opening the packaging, and adding it to the pot.

“I vaguely remember your uncle calling you,” Dad said.

"Does this count as not coming home all night?" Li Qun asked, rubbing his forehead.

"My aunt is going to misunderstand me now."

I took out my phone and saw several missed calls.

Li Qun glanced at the bubbling instant noodles in the pot and decided to eat them before returning the call.

Three minutes later, the noodles were cooked, and Dad and Liqun ate the instant noodles at the table.

"Liqun, why did you stop eating after only two bites?"

"Dad, do you think the noodles taste different?" Li Qun asked.

"No, none of them have expired," Dad replied.

"Your tongue is too sensitive?" Dad chuckled.

“I think I know what a baby’s sense of taste is like now,” Li Qun said.

Li Qun added some warm water to his instant noodles to make the flavor less strong; he shook the noodles before eating them to let them cool down a bit.

After eating instant noodles, Li Qun nervously dialed the phone.

"uncle……"

"Oh, Liqun, you're awake?"

"I need to stay with my dad for a while."

"Your aunt will be sad."

“This is a separate matter and has nothing to do with my aunt,” Li Qun explained into the phone.

“It’s just easy to make connections, you know?” the uncle said.

"I see."

"But I have reasons why I have to stay with my father."

"Let your dad explain it to you," the uncle said on the phone.

Li Qun handed the phone to his father, who then racked his brains to find a reason for Li Qun not to come home.

"Dad found shoe prints on the wall. Someone might be trying to sneak into Dad's shop to steal something."

“Let Liqun stay with me and help me watch the shop.”

"Your father is over seventy years old and can't handle thieves. We need to get Liqun to do it. Do you understand?"

"Good that you understand, Dad. I'm hanging up now."

The old man hung up the phone and returned it to Liqun.

"It's resolved," the old man said.

Li Qun sighed; lying to his family felt really bad.

"Want to have a drink tonight?" The old man smiled and shook the bottle at Liqun.

"No, Dad."