Reservoir Dogs

The man raced on the road in the middle of the night, and drove to 180 miles like courting death.

The phrase "Don't be a bitch" echoed in his ears like a single loop. When the young man said that, his expression, movements, and all the details were imprinted in his pupils like an indelible imprint.

Huo Yunjiang wasn't angry because of his bad attitude - speaking of which, Fu Jingsan had such a temper since he was a child, and it hasn't changed until now, his bad mouth is unbearable.He has seen the other party very clearly, including the unconscious kindness revealed by the other party, as well as his solid armor behind those vicious words.

It's just that the more Huo Yunjiang sees through, the more he feels that he will never get him.

This premonition alone was enough to torture him until he couldn't restrain his irritability, and his rationality was almost overwhelmed by impulse.He wanted to simply tie Fu Jingsan and throw him in the car, drive all the way back to his apartment, put on all the handcuffs and anklets, and lock him in his house without a chance to leave.

But the remaining rationality told him that it was still futile.

He could use some bad ways to lock Fu Jingsan by his side completely, but he couldn't make Fu Jingsan love him willingly.

After the car sped on the endless road for a few minutes, he slammed on the brakes, and the sharp sound cut through the deep and quiet night.Huo Yunjiang seemed to be tired, he leaned back suddenly, his whole body relaxed, and heaved a deep sigh.

He shouldn't leave Fu Jingsan alone in the suburbs, whether it's out of affection or for his safety.

Realizing this, he planned to turn around and go back to pick him up, but hesitated at a loss.

So Huo Yunjiang rolled down the car window, listened to the rustling of the leaves outside by the night wind, and started smoking.A few minutes later, the black car turned around on the quiet road, slowed down and drove back slowly.While paying attention to the movement on the street, Huo Yunjiang dialed Fu Jingsan's phone number.

But there was a call over there, and he waited for 2 minutes before calling again, and it simply turned off.

Huo Yunjiang sneered silently, as expected of Fu Jingsan.

He could only drive back slowly, carefully paying attention to the side of the road ***Y***Q***Z***W***5***C***O***M#言&&&情#中文&&&& Is there anyone on the net, and is it his Fu Jingsan.

The young man was dejected and wanted to get out of the wasteland, but he didn't know what went wrong. The more he walked, the more deserted he was, and he couldn't even see the shadow of the concrete floor.

In desperation, Fu Jingsan could only call for help—he called Zhang Qiankun. Although the other party could not drive, he might be able to come up with a good solution to his immediate predicament; Zhang Qiankun woke up from his sleep.

Before dialing the number, Fu Jingsan glanced at the battery of the phone.

Only seven percent left.

He clicked his tongue angrily and annoyed, but still called Zhang Qiankun.

Unexpectedly, the other party picked up the phone very quickly, and the first thing he heard was not Zhang Qiankun's voice, but the noisy and distorted music: "...Ah hello! Hello! Third brother!!"

"……What are you doing?"

"Wait, wait, I'll go out and tell you! It's too noisy here!"

"........."

Soon it became a little quieter there, and Zhang Qiankun said again: "What's the matter, third brother, why haven't you slept so late?"

"...you can. I thought you were busy with business, but you ended up in a nightclub."

"Hey," Zhang Qiankun on the other end of the phone smiled wretchedly, "I just happen to have some good news for you."

"Say."

"It's just that I like that..." He was still a little shy, and paused before saying, "What about him, he failed at work, so he called and asked me to come out to accompany him..."

Fu Jingsan secretly said "tool man" in his heart, but he was unexpectedly lenient and didn't pour cold water on him.

"Then congratulations." Fu Jingsan said, "Didn't you hire two people to deliver the goods before, can you let one drive..."

Before he finished speaking, there was an abrupt silence in the receiver.

He held the phone in front of his eyes, poked the screen a few times, but it didn't turn on--good job, it's out of battery.

"Hold!"

That night, he walked from late night to early morning, and it took him a long time to walk back to the road. When he was exhausted and almost relied on willpower to continue walking, he came across a melon farmer driving a tricycle.

Fu Jingsan stopped him without thinking, and gave him most of the money on his body, then climbed into the cargo box at the back, sat in the pile of watermelons with his arms in his arms, and went to the nearest town to find a hotel and slept.

I don't know if the man remembered the phrase "Don't be a bitch" in his heart, and he didn't look for him again for more than a month after that.

Naturally, Fu Jingsan would not call the other party. He was supposed to do what he was supposed to do as usual, but was sent by Zhang Qiankun—now he called himself Mr. Zhang—to the mountains to arrange the site selection and construction of the factory.

If there is no Liu Zekai, no Huo Yunjiang, it seems that he has finally survived for more than [-] years, and his life is slowly moving towards the direction of getting rich.

When Fu Jingsan was busy in the mountains for several days and finally returned home exhausted, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

Liu Zekai was at his home.

He just took the key and hadn't opened the door when he heard a man's voice through the door, and his hands froze there for a long while without moving.The movement inside was very peaceful, they were eating and talking normally, chatting about Liu Zekai's recent work, and gossip about his colleagues.

But Fu Jingsan knew that as long as he went in, the scene would change suddenly.

After his sister lost the child by accident, he and Liu Zekai couldn't see each other—Liu Zekai had been beaten by him a few times, so he naturally hated him; when he saw Liu Zekai, he couldn't help but beat him to death one day Not unusual.

He began to be thankful that he didn't send a message to his sister in advance when he came back, otherwise it would be very difficult for her.

After standing behind the door for a while, Fu Jingsan took the key lightly, turned around and left.

During this period of time, Zhang Qiankun was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, he had to run around for business, and he had to devote himself to love.Fu Jingsan originally wanted to find him, but just took out his phone and changed his mind, thinking not to disturb that guy's pursuit of love.

Besides going home, the only place he can rest is the warehouse at the pier.He rode over, and before the motorcycle stopped, he saw that the door of the warehouse was open, and there was a little light inside.As he opened the door, he raised his voice, "You actually have time to be in the warehouse..."

There was only one light on in the warehouse, and it was a yellow light bulb that he thought the incandescent light was too bright, so he hung it up by himself.

Before Fu Jingsan finished speaking, he was stunned—on the broken sofa where he usually rested, Zhang Qiankun was sitting, looking at him in shock; another thin man was sitting on his lap, his smooth back before his eyes.

"..." Fu Jingsan went out in a hurry and closed the door vigorously.

It never occurred to him that Zhang Qiankun would be working with his crush in the warehouse, or on the sofa where he occasionally slept.

Fu Jingsan felt a chill, and hurried away to avoid hearing any strange noises.He leaned against his car, lit a cigarette, and sighed by the way.

It's not a big deal when these things are stacked together, but it gives him an inexplicable sense of loss with nowhere to go.

After two cigarettes passed, the warehouse door rang, and Zhang Qiankun finally came out, walking towards him with an embarrassed expression, "Why did you suddenly come to the warehouse..."

"How did I know you were going to do..."

"Uh……"

"........."

After the two of them were embarrassed for a while, Zhang Qiankun pursed his lips, forced a smile and said, "He drank too much, so I couldn't control it for a while. Did you just come back from there? Why didn't you go back?"

"The scum is in my house."

"Oh...then go in, have a drink?"

"Won't he be embarrassed?"

"Hey, it won't happen." Zhang Qiankun said, "And he hasn't sobered up yet."

Fu Jingsan didn't refuse again, it was like agreeing: "Have you caught up?"

"Probably." Zhang Qiankun scratched the back of his head foolishly, "It's all like this, I should have got it."

The two of them walked towards the warehouse while talking, and sure enough, as Zhang Qiankun said, the man was still drunk, rubbing his temples with his head down on the sofa.Zhang Qiankun sat down beside him, and said softly: "Is it okay, do you want to buy some milk to sober you up?"

"No need..." The man was not only thin and thin, but also had a thin voice. At first glance, the voice was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he heard it.

"Let me introduce you, this is my good brother," Fu Jingsan just sat down on the cargo box next to him, Zhang Qiankun pointed to him and said, "Fu Jingsan**Y/Q/Z/W/5/C/O /M**, I call him Third Brother."

"Yeah." He picked up the beer bottle on the ground, chose an unopened bottle, nibbled off the bottle cap, and took a big gulp.

"Fu Jing...three?" The man repeated his name slowly, raised his head after a few seconds, and raised his voice suddenly, "Fu Jing three?!"

Only then did Fu Jingsan see his face clearly, and he didn't know what expression to make for a split second—it was Tan Xin, the first lover Huo Yunjiang went to look for immediately after he separated from him, and he still maintains a self-evident relationship with Huo Yunjiang Tan Xin.

He never dreamed that the person Zhang Qiankun liked would be Tan Xin.

In addition to lamenting that the world is too small, I can only laugh at the bad relationship between them.

"You guys know each other?" Zhang Qiankun asked out of the situation.

"Huh—" Fu Jingsan let out a long breath, and said, "Have you broken up with Huo Yunjiang? Or are you stepping on two boats?"

Tan Xin stood up unsteadily, walked towards him, and pointed at him, "Fu Jingsan, it's all you, all you!"

"Huh?" Fu Jingsan looked at him blankly, "You don't want to say that I ruined your relationship with Huo Yunjiang, do you?"

"It's all your fault!!" Tan Xin choked up and roared in a low voice, "It's all your fault!!"

"What the hell are you talking about..."

Before he and Zhang Qiankun could understand, Tan Xin suddenly raised his fist and punched Fu Jingsan in the face.

This punch hit Fu Jingsan's cheekbones, not too hard, but not light, it made him turn his head sideways, and the cheekbones immediately swelled up.He covered his face and stood up. He was taller than Tan Xin by a head and looked very intimidating at the moment: "What the hell are you doing? Are you sick?"

"Don't, don't, don't, third brother!" Zhang Qiankun immediately ran between the two of them, stopping Fu Jingsan, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't do it, don't do it..."

Fu Jingsan was about to speak when Tan Xin, who was still drunk, suddenly squatted down again.

He squatted behind Zhang Qiankun, and began to sob as if he had been wronged: "What did I do wrong, don't I just want to live well..."

Seeing Tan Xin's appearance, the past suddenly appeared in Fu Jingsan's mind.He sneered, just like Huo Yunjiang used to mock people: "Aren't you living well? Huo Yunjiang isn't rich enough? Why are you hanging out with Zhang Qiankun now? He has no money, so don't think about it!"

"...What the hell are you talking about..."

"He has a financial backer now, Zhang Qiankun, I advise you not to be serious with him."

"Fu Jingsan, isn't it because you and I are still shy about asking Yunjiang for money?!" Tan Xin broke down, "Do you know how much you have hurt me?"