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Chapter 8 Conflict

"Brother, I'm fine. Let's go back." Qiu Hongye's voice trembled as he looked up at Qiu Huoming.

The two people behind Fang Jun moved their bicycles back a little, and one of the thin men muttered, "Brother Jun, you make up your mind."

The second-rate guy at the entrance of the alley started yelling again, "You're backing out now, what a coward."

This person is really adding fuel to the fire and making things worse.

In the early 80s, fights were common in Wucheng County, especially among young boys who liked to form gangs.

Fang Jun parked his bicycle, took off his cotton coat and threw it to his companion.

"If you beat me, I will avoid your sister from now on. If you lose, I'm sorry. From now on, your sister will call me big brother."

Fang Jun rolled up the sleeves of his sweatshirt and looked at Qiu Huoming with a smile.

Qiu Huoming pushed his eldest sister away and said to her and her two classmates, "Take my sister and stay away."

He unbuttoned the collar of his cotton coat, unbuttoned it all the way down, glanced at Fang Jun and said, "You lost the relationship, but you didn't lose anything. This is a very smart calculation."

He took off his cotton coat and threw it to his older sister along with his schoolbag.

The autumn coat he was wearing underneath was a little old, revealing the hairy cuffs, but he didn't care and jumped on the spot to stretch his muscles.

Back then, he was often beaten by his cousins ​​at his grandfather's house. In order to get revenge, he worked very hard and spent money to find a master in the town to learn a set of boxing and kicking skills. Later he learned that it was called Muay Thai. By the time he entered junior high school, few people within a few miles could beat him.

Although the original body was a little weak, the young man was quite flexible and could withstand beatings.

"Then I'll add a gamble. If I lose, the bike will be yours. If I win, you have to pay me 100 yuan."

Fang Jun spoke in a grand manner, but there was a hint of mockery on his face. He flexed his wrist and signaled his two younger brothers to clear the entrance of the alley.

"The market value of my car is 180 yuan." With a hint of complacency and superiority, he looked at Qiu Huoming's tattered autumn clothes and swollen cotton pants.

"Deal." Qiu Huoming felt a little jealous when he saw the bicycle, and he agreed without hesitation.

Qiu Hongye, who was standing aside, was holding his cotton coat and schoolbag, and had retreated to the side of the alley with two classmates. The atmosphere at the scene was solemn. She looked at her elder brother and was speechless for a moment. They rarely communicated with each other in normal times, and she complained more to him, but now he was standing up for her, and she had mixed feelings in her heart, and her pair of misty eyes stared at him firmly.

Fang Jun was born a street thug, and fighting was a common occurrence for him. The man in front of him, although half a head taller than him, was very thin. This kind of person must have never experienced the hardships of society, yet he dared to accept such a bet.

Fang Jun raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth and collided his left and right fists, revealing his ruffian spirit.

Without saying a word, he pushed hard with his back foot and rushed towards Qiu Huoming. He was not tall, but he was strong. His punch came with a sound of wind and was very aggressive.

There were exclamations from the onlookers, and Qiu Huoming dodged the punch by slightly shaking his body. The fist missed his chin by a hair's breadth.

For an expert, Fang Jun's disorganized attack could be exploited in every minute.

As long as it is not a group fight, there is a high possibility that an expert will be beaten to death by random punches.

Qiu Huoming has never been afraid of fighting alone.

The moment their bodies intertwined, Qiu Huoming elbowed Fang Jun, using his original momentum to knock him to the ground.

Fang Jun climbed up in a panic, seeming to find it hard to believe that he had just been knocked down. He pounced towards Qiu Huoming again viciously.

Qiu Huoming still did not confront him head-on. He lowered his head, shook his waist, and took a horse stance to avoid his attack. He moved quickly and instantly came to his side, using his knee joint to kick him hard in the back.

Fang Jun lost his balance and fell to the ground again.

His two younger brothers could no longer sit still, and they came up from the left and right to surround Qiu Huoming.

The second-rate man standing at the entrance of the alley shouted again, "We agreed to fight alone! Still not a man."

Fang Jun spread out his palms. After falling down twice, his palms were already scratched with blood by the rough ground in the alley.

He turned around and yelled at his two younger brothers, "Get out of the way, don't meddle in my business."

He looked at Qiu Huoming, who was still calm and composed, and asked, "Have you learned it?"

"I learned from a master for several years." Qiu Huoming told the truth.

"I lose this round. There's no point in playing any further. The car is yours, and I won't bother your sister anymore." Fang Jun was a tough guy. He stared at Qiu Huoming and suddenly smiled.

"What's your name? Let's be friends."

Seeing Qiu Huoming was indifferent, he sighed and said, "I really have no ill intentions. You will know it later."

Qiu Huoming was stunned, not quite understanding the man's train of thought, but being able to turn hostility into friendship was always a good thing, and he could sense whether there was any malicious intent or not.

He paused for a few seconds and held out his hand, "My name is Qiu Huoming."

Fang Jun's smile became even brighter. After shaking hands, he waved his hand and shouted to the crowd watching the excitement: "Go away, go home, go to your mothers!"

He took the military coat from his younger brother and put it back on himself. He turned around and kicked the stand of his younger brother's bicycle away, and told them both, "You ride one, I'll borrow this one."

He didn't care about his younger brother's ugly face, pushed the bicycle forward a few steps, lifted one foot to get on the bicycle casually, and rode in the opposite direction of the school.

The two younger brothers hurriedly pushed the cart and followed.

Qiu Huoming then half-ran to his elder sister's side and took his cotton coat.

He looked at his older sister, who was in tears, and reached out to touch her hair. "Don't be afraid, come home with me."

The eldest sister held back her tears, lowered her head, said "hmm", said goodbye to the two classmates, and obediently followed Qiu Huoming's footsteps.

Qiu Huoming glanced at his eldest sister's profile. The Qiu family had very good genes. He touched his face and thought that winning people over with appearance was not a bad thing, but it would only waste his hands.

The body is a little weak. Fang Jun's back is too painful and his elbow is a little painful.

He bent down and kicked the bicycle stand at the entrance of the alley away. The second-rate guy at the entrance of the alley had not left yet, and said with a hint of envy: "You are so lucky."

Qiu Huoming glanced at him. This man had helped him in the previous situation.

"Brother, thank you."

There was a trace of astonishment on the man's face. Usually, when he watched the fun, he mostly attracted verbal abuse, but this time he received a thank you, which was unexpected. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

He touched the back of his head, and simply walked back without answering.

Qiu Hongye pointed at the 28-bar Forever brand bicycle and felt it was a little unreal: "Brother, you really won."

"Get in the car, I'll take you for a ride."

Qiu Huoming took a look at the condition of the car. The car was 90% new, which showed that it had been well maintained.

"You can ride a bike?" Qiu Hongye was shocked again. She was more surprised than that her elder brother could fight.

Qiu Huoming patted the back seat and said, "Stop wasting time and get in the car."

Along the way, Qiu Hongye held on tightly to the metal bar under the seat, the wind blew her hair up, and Qiu Huoming hummed an unfamiliar melody and pedaled hard.

This feeling of unreality continued until she entered the staff compound.

Qiu Huoming repeated his testimony with her and made the excuse that the car belonged to a classmate and was lent to him for a few days in order to fool his parents first.

When she got home, Chen Suniang was there as expected. She could already smell the aroma of food and dishes at the door. Her younger sister had already come home and was telling her about school things. She was very excited and used both her hands and feet.

When she turned around and saw Qiu Huoming, she immediately quieted down. She looked at him timidly and turned to look at her third sister.

"Mom, the food cooked today smells so good." Qiu Huoming said.

"Boil lard and put a little bit of it in the dishes. Dip the remaining lard residue in some sugar and we can eat some meat." Chen Suniang put down the clothes she was sewing, stood up with a smile, and brought in the warm dishes from the kitchen.

Qiu Huoming felt sad when he saw the few white hairs on her temples.

The matter of making money has to be implemented quickly.