Olives

The neuropathy said that I am not sick, but I am sick.Those who owed money said that I would still have to wait, but I still haven’t.Tu Wen said that Cao Lu, I have long since forgotten, because I secretly hate her, love her, and miss her very much.Kidney misses her too, and ignites a real fire of three flavors, which can't be extinguished after rolling in the gun village for two days.As soon as Hou Aisen heard those two words, he wanted to shut his mouth.

"Really, I bought all the rings!"

The windows of the car were wide open, and the lights of Xianglanhai fell into the Nerima River, a box of scattered jewels.Tu Wen tilted his feet on the steering wheel and rested his hands on the back of his head. "Three golds, that's the one, gold rings, gold earrings, and gold necklaces, what kind of broken rules here, you have to bring half a pig when you propose a marriage, I brought them back from the meat joint factory to carry her home, he Gu Fei said that I am a hooligan and can’t marry, and I will be a widow for three days after entering the house, my mother, the whole family will take a broom and beat me out of the house." Tu Wen burst into laughter, then was stunned again, suddenly: "Woman~~! ’ The toe of the shoe kicked the windshield.

"Hey!" Hou Aisen was taken aback by the loud voice, and the small phone fell out of its seat.

Tu Wen turned his head to Hu Ziqiang, admonished Hu Ziqiang, "Women can't be trusted!"

Hu Ziqiang agreed with this statement very much, his mother was not loyal enough, projected it, he often felt that women's sentimentality was stupid and terrible.But the strange thing is that he naturally has awe and compassion for women that transcends his age.Comparing the two, he is easy to lose ground and get stuck in mud.What's more, he has already been with... It's been so long at this moment, I really can't figure it out.Hu Ziqiang couldn't help worrying about Liu Yadong, thinking that he was a bone, connecting himself and Chuan'er in silence, no matter what, he had to be there, to be safe, to be able to stand by the side smoking a cigarette, and to smile silently.Hu Ziqiang perfunctorily said yes, and stared at Xianglanhai.

Hou Aisen fished out the phone, blew away, and wiped the screen.He paused for two seconds and said, "Old Qiang."

"Why?" Tu Wen turned his head.It hinders me from being affectionate since ancient times and I have spared hatred.

"It needs to be cleared inside."

There was no visible flame, but the smell of smoke was already wafting out, and the tea drinkers and gamblers came together in one stream, kicking, kicking and stamping, so panicked and frightened that they could become the same kind of people.Zhengqi Street swept away the coldness of winter, spectators, pedestrians, and those who fled, formed into balls of various sizes, chattered and cheered, and looked up at the shining Jinding Tea House.People who don't know watch the fun.The gamblers were guilty and stern, with chips and cash still in the pockets of their cotton-padded clothes, and their hands were stuffed into them tightly, without mentioning the poker table, raising their sleepy eyelids and exclaiming: Mom, I am fast.Which line is aging?The tea is drinking, is it going to be burned?The individual tourists were playing small, and they planned that the old police would arrive later, so as not to arrest them for interrogation, they whispered to the ears of the front desk staff who ran out: We will lead people to evacuate first.The front desk gave a gesture of the eye, a table companion, no money, and quietly withdrew.A few members of the detachment came to play cards, not knowing what to do-the police will come to the fire after a while, what should we say when we meet?Prophet?Xiao Lu poked the one that looked like Fei Xiang: You guys go first, go to the back alley, and make up later.

Old Tang is in charge of the overall situation.It was also at this moment that I realized that an old man, without talking, has experience in his folds, even if he is a cook surrounded by pots and pans.He ordered the Pingpinglings to do the things they knew: calling the fire alarm, evacuating customers, evacuating the stage, clearing the venue, rescuing objects, and finding fire hydrants.

Ling Zai decided that the trading of Jinding was illegal, so he should not report to the police lightly.

"It's even worse if someone else beats you!" Old Tang kicked his butt: "How did Jiu Qiang bring out you, you four-eyed greenhead! Hurry up!"

Stink onion ran over with his mouth and nose blocked in his cuffs: "It's a big teahouse!"

"Have you caught someone?"

"Arrest, arrest who?"

"It's clear that someone set the fire. Where's Adi?!"

The old Su people are in the south of the county, so they can't make it in time, so they call Jiao Liru first and tell Jiao Liru not to go, keep the Chunshui hall, don't go to the yellow mud and mix it with shit, so you can't explain clearly.They also called Shao Jinquan, Tu Wen, and Hou Aisen, but they couldn't get through, so they called Wu Qimeng.He has the narrowness and arrogance of a man himself, and this arrogance makes him hate people like Wu Qimeng who are neither yin nor yang. Because he doesn't understand, there is fear in the disgust.But it was urgent, something terrible, even if Wu Qimeng wanted to sleep with him, he had to make this call. "Gao Xiaosen ran away for him. He couldn't find him two days ago. Boss Shao stopped his mother's medicine. He's revenge." Jin Ding didn't put much cash in, and there were hundreds of thousands in the safe in the locker room.Wu Qimeng asked Lan Zhou to take him out and run first, gnashing his teeth and cursing: "He's sick!"

"It's strange that Boss Shao has done everything right, and it just so happens that he's not here today." The old woman, Su, also loved "her" suddenly: "If it's all burned, there will be such a catastrophe this year, you hurry up Going out and escaping, it’s really not worthwhile to choke to death and burn one to death!”

"talk later."

The receiver beeped, and Old Su was very annoyed: "Damn it, you stinky bitch..."

The burnt smell became stronger, and black smoke and flames were sprayed out from one corner. The fire should not be too fierce, and it must be extinguished in time, at least one third of it will be destroyed.Wu Qimeng ran upstairs, but seeing Lanzhou go and come back, he shouted: "You fucking run back?!"

Lan Zhou subconsciously thought this was nonsense, "Come down quickly!"

"Come on, don't meddle in my business!"

Wu Qimeng went upstairs dutifully, and Lan Zhou followed dutifully.It's not that he spared his life, but he felt that Wu Qimeng's desire to survive was less than ordinary people, so if he ignored it, he might really be sending him to die.

Without a key, he forced his way into Shao Jinquan's office. As expected, he was in a mess, but everything was there.These are Shao Jinquan's favorite things, and they are basically expensive. Wu Qimeng went to pick them up, and halfway through, he went to look at Shao Jinquan's locked cabinet drawer.Sure enough, it was also pried open, the account book was not there, and the gun should not be there either—Wu Qimeng wasn't sure where Shao Jinquan put his stuff, but at least there should be two in the drawer.Being captured now is obviously a conspiracy.As for what to draw, it is easy to figure out.Gao Xiaosen broke the pot, you can't say that he didn't report to the police, firing a cannon can easily destroy Jinding, and it will cause trouble. Go in and eat prison food.Even if it can be fished, it depends on whether it is worth it.

Lan Zhou came in from the door, his cheeks were ripe red, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke: "Brother Adi, he is on the small platform on the third floor."

Hou Aisen was worried all the way into Xianglanhai.Tu Wen looked like a normal person, pinched out his cigarette, put on his suit tremblingly, and persuaded him carelessly: Otherwise, I won't be able to enter the stove!Don't you fucking put up a memorial service face.

"Clearing accounts" is a very civilized expression, and its content is straightforward and violent, which is a well-known mediation rule in Taoism.We all know that the land should be divided, and that a strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, and no matter how powerful a character is, it is difficult to match the local forces entrenched, so what is power?Who does this ticket boundary listen to?Fu Wenqiang is at the first level of uncle, but he is not good at being a man. In the first few years when Shao Jinquan took root in Sushui for Wen Qi, he tolerated his petty tricks time and time again, which can no longer be called selling face. It is hard to suffer.First followed by Tu Wen, then by Li Simin, and then by recruiting Hou Aisen, two red sticks and one white paper fan, then the organization was formed, with several arms.In the subsequent violence, relying on the power of hormones, some capital was collected and exchanged.

I won't go into details for now, but Fu Wenqiang hated Li Simin first and foremost, but everything comes with life and ends with death. He is now a box of ashes in the funeral parlor, and the grievances cannot be blamed on him.Following him is Tu Wen, who is both ruthless and loyal, and he is willing to hand over his life to Shao Jinquan.Clearing up accounts is clearing up grievances, clearing up how many places you have smashed, how many brothers you have ruined, how many times you have fired me black guns, and how many times you have taken over my water head. .What about after explaining?repay.With money, with flesh and blood.

The manager opened the door and led Tu Wen into the hall, followed by Hou Aisen.There were a few guns on the coffee table, and Hou Aisen, with glasses on the bridge of his nose, clenched his fists so that his nails dug into his flesh.The scene is neither cold nor stiff, and everyone's expressions have deep meaning, and the feeling is particularly sharp.

Hou Aisen glanced at Liu Yadong, seeing him staring in deep bewilderment, his cheeks twitching regularly.

Tu Wen moved his tongue in his mouth, licked it around his gums, lowered his head and raised it again, with a refreshing smile.He stepped forward, bowed his waist and stretched out his hands, bowing down with a sincere look: "Brother Wen Qiang."

"Old, strong." The cadence is frustrating, cunning and sophisticated, and the eyes are so white that it makes people uncomfortable.Fu Wenqiang pinched Tu Wen's hand and swung it up and down, not caring, but with such strength that it almost crushed the bones of his hand, "You are very capable, Brother Shao is the number one subordinate."

"That's not true, brother Wen Qiang."

"The twenty slot machines I had back then were smashed to pieces by your brat."

Hou Aisen stood on the opposite side, next to Liu Yadong, and touched him with his arm: "Huh?"

Liu Yadong seemed to be pulled a bit, pulled away from the daze, breathed down, his chest puffed up, turned around and frowned: "Ah."

Hou Aisen didn't want to and couldn't say more, with a "calm" mouth shape.Shao Jinquan lowered his head and sipped his wine without making a sound.

Tu Wen nodded without denying it.

Fu Wenqiang let go of his hand, flicked forward, and threw it away: "I want to talk about love, but your Brother Quan refuses, but he is willing to settle the account. I said something ugly before, why don't you turn around and blame me, blame you Brother is ruthless, you think he is kind." He provoked lightly.

Tu Wenxiao retracted his hand to stroke his yellow hair, grinning disapprovingly: "I'm a donkey, very stupid and loyal. It's been passed around for so many years, who doesn't know my virtues? Without me, Brother Quan, I don't know." He was unable to live back then, and he called me reincarnation, and I took him as a Bodhisattva. The Bodhisattva said that one is one, and the other is two. Bodhisattvas want to pretend to be sentient beings in their hearts, and I can't pretend. Don't blame me. It will be cleared, you Brother Hequan will not violate the river water in the future, and don't let me get hurt today." The words of the scene dragging the text are quite neat and beautiful, not like what Tu Wen can say.

Fu Wenqiang couldn't bear to hear it.Or he is unwilling and contemptuous—hey, do you really have two hundred and five like you in the world?It's not that the money is in place, are you willing to work hard for him?What an abuse!What kind of brush does Shao Jinquan have?Fu Wenqiang pressed down with the palm of his hand: "Don't play with me, just clear it up."

He dropped his legs, kicked the coffee table, and dropped a gun.He bent down to fish it very preciously, curling his mouth and coaxing a child to chatter, oh my darling, don't break it.The people around were pouring wine and laughing quietly.Fu Wenqiang blew away with the gun in his hand, and glanced at Shao Jinquan.

Later, Liu Yadong really understood what Shao Jinquan meant by "clearing accounts".He recalled that in the martial arts school, he was called by Lao Guang to cooperate with him in front of the team to show his footwork, and all his punches and kicks fell on the flesh, the feeling of solid pain, even numbness and erratic feeling.Tu Wen was the same as he was then, with a frank expression, took off his coat, half-kneeled in front of the coffee table and lowered his head.Someone next to Fu Wenqiang stood up, went over in a polite manner, took out an iron pipe, took a knife in a polite manner, stood aside in a polite manner, and waited for orders in an impartial manner.Fu Wenqiang looked at Shao Jinquan: "Then count the twenty slot machines first." It was opportunistic and shameless for him to occupy the high ground first.

Shao Jinquan frowned slightly, and said, "Before that, your subordinates smashed down one of my billiard rooms."

Fu Wenqiang looked stunned for a moment, and drew a small circle on the coffee table with his finger: "Let's talk about that. When you have a pen and ink, I will only talk about this one right now." Pointing to the scribbled text: " Twenty units, can you admit it?"

Hou Aisen took a deep breath, and Tu Wen looked up at Shao Jinquan with an urgent look, as if begging for his approval.

Shao Jinquan smiled quickly, like a sigh: "I admit it."

Fu Wenqiang frowned exaggeratedly, with a happy expression.He pointed forward.

"Ugh!"

An iron rod swung Tu Wen forward, trembling all over, the blood line on his forehead meandering down, splashing on the intricately woven carpet.

Shao Jinquan was a killer, and his father, Mo Wenchang, was a wanted criminal who was arrested and shot. If he was really gentle and kind, who could he surrender?Can Wen Qi appoint him?Take off his elegant leather jacket, inside he is still a cruel and ruthless character.

When Gao Xiaosen's mother just passed away, Heizi tried to persuade him in all seriousness: You are finally not burdened, why are you so sad?After the first seven days, if you lose your filial piety, you are free. The money we will earn in the future is enough to play Beijing and Shanghai all over the place!Gao Xiaosen's eyelids were swollen, his face was sad and dull, he heard them laughing in his ears.

Is it a lifetime? It's a gap in the blink of an eye, he understands now.He looked at many things in circles in an instant, feeling dizzy and suffocating, feeling paralyzed and boundless, so that he finally felt relieved.

He was already a traitor, and he deserved to be the lowest among the sunspots. He was beaten and excluded, and as long as he could leave his breath, it was almost considered the kindness of others.The man left and never came back, without a trace of news, and at the same time that he was tired and lost, the meaning of life also disappeared.Jiao Liru's self-discipline is also her charity, and it is also considered to be crushing his self-esteem.Life suddenly became very boring.He had time to think about the people and things he hated, and traced back to Mao Taoyuan's footsteps and jade pestle, but after too long a gap, like an illusion, he finally settled down to a tangible destiny.It was fate playing tricks on him.At this moment, it is logical to plan to die, but Gao Xiaosen is not willing to be as quiet as ants being flooded, he also wants to stop making footnotes, and set the tone for some things, creating a sensation—whether it is good or bad.

He leaned over the fence and looked down, seeing the dense crowd of people moving together, anxious, panicking, cursing and swearing, all of which were aroused by him.Gao Xiaosen's hair was disheveled by the cold wind, and he felt a little bit complacent in his panic.He had guns and black accounts in his front, and he had big plans: when the old police arrived, he would throw him into the crowd, and he would jump off too.What if you don't die?Shoot it, hit the carotid artery, and bam, this life is over.

The smell of smoke rolls up, similar to the scorched aroma of a large rural firewood stove, which makes Gao Xiaosen feel a sense of cheapness when he smells it, and he suddenly becomes impatient.He patrolled the overflowing lights of Sushui County, street to street, building to building, house to house, like the untouchable human world on the other side, and he couldn't see where he could go.

One comparison, and his situation is pitiful and insignificant like dust.He missed the man in Beijing terribly, thinking about the man who was there and fell, who kept his buttocks on the table, rolling over and over again, his heart was really blocked.Even if those are extremely false, it is extremely likely to be an illusion.Some sharp-eyed people in the crowd below raised their heads and shouted, "Look at people!"Then he pointed and poked, causing noise.This scene made Gao Xiaosen feel familiar. In 96, there was a big buyout, and the laid-off workers gathered in September to set fire to the steel factory. He and his father huddled among the surging crowd, roaring and shouting, watching the director on the top of the factory panic begging for mercy, kneeling down and begging for mercy during the crusade.At that time, he was still upright, holding a clear distinction between black and white, and there was nothing gray to say. If someone is so despicable and self-interested that he deserves to die, he should not sympathize.

Gao Xiaosen turned his back and slid down against the fence, his eyes were so dry that they were about to fall out of their sockets, and he sneezed, but tears fell first.The memory became clear and clear almost instantly.He tilted his head, there were a few stars, and he suddenly thought of the earlier years, when there was no Jiao Liru, Shao Jinquan, no rich gamblers, no old master Su Jing, Shi Hong, Sushui County was small and old at that time, like a matchbox, There is one thing he can't forget.I thought, he was twelve or thirteen years old, poor at reading, tall and fit.Thinking, he is shameless, secretly in love with a gentle boy in the same class, likes his clothes are white and smells like sweet-scented osmanthus, sees the oily sweat on his forehead in summer, his calves will twitch, and he can't help but tighten the toes in the shoes.I thought, at that time, the seats had to be moved around on a weekly basis. After a week, he could be closer to him; after a week, he could be closer; after a week...

Wu Qimeng is fussy and fragile, so he is easily blamed. She is really a woman, and she doesn't want to be hurt by men.Ever since he broke Li Simin's head with a shovel, he almost never jumped out so bravely and fearlessly.He rushed forward, his figure swept away, Gao Xiaosen stood up and ran away, but was thrown from behind by him.The two collapsed together.Gao Xiaosen fell to his knees, curled up and rolled, hugging his chest to protect the things in his arms.Wu Qimeng was panting heavily, her long hair stuck to her face, and the sweet fragrance of cosmetics became a cover.He tried his best to grab Gao Xiaosen's sweater, beat his head and face, and entangled with him, looking like he was insane until he died.

Gao Xiaosen was pinched by the back of the neck and forced to raise his head high.He was dazed in a daze, and groped tremblingly to pull the safety catch.

boom.

Hou Aisen felt that the night was so long, like pulling a tough fishing line, inch by inch, with no head at all.Shao Jinquan pondered for a second about every stroke Fu Wenqiang made, before nodding his head.Yes, you have to admit, with blood on your hands, you did it, who didn't fight and kill?From swinging iron pipes to wielding small knives, Tu Wen gradually became a bright red blood man.Fu Wenqiang's subordinates use their knives with extreme precision, avoiding people's vital points, one inch of rubber tendons, impartiality, pushing in and out, the pain is not fatal, as accurate as the master Pianyang in Zhengyanglou.Tu Wen stood firm and let the blade go in, his teeth trembled, hissed and sucked in cold air, sweat bubbling into the opening, the blood red thinned into beige, the pain was multiplied by salt, and a thick fog formed in front of his eyes.The blue veins were layered and protruding into the shape of an adult, Tu Wen stuffed the torn floral silk tie into his mouth, biting his cheeks tightly, his gums were exposed, and his saliva kept dripping.His chest was on the ground, his back was high and arched, his nostrils fluttered wildly, and his throat sounded like a steamboat whistle.

Hou Aisen couldn't bear to lower his eyelids, and turned his face away, surprised by the color of water outside Liu Yadong's pupils.Suspecting that he was dazzled, he blinked hard, and the color really disappeared.With thin eyelids and a straight nose, Liu Yadong still has a dull and indifferent face.

"Again, hiss." Fu Wenqiang raised his eyebrows, looked from side to side, pretending to think hard, "It's gone again, isn't it?"

Shao Jinquan remained silent, tapping his thumbs on the armrest of the sofa, fast and slow, quite rhythmic.No one responded to Fu Wenqiang's question, and they all stared at Tu Wen, seeing him make a quick noise, spit out a mouthful of blood, and then yelled fiercely, as agitated as if his entire chest was blown out.Looking at him now, everyone feels that there is a wide Lianma River in front of them, and one day, they will drown their shoes too, but the current floating corpse is not their own, so they should secretly rejoice.

It's more serious now.

Fu Wenqiang rubbed the thin skin of a pinch of salt-fried peanuts, picked a full one and crunched it in his mouth: "Okay, it's gone."

Tu Wen's spine collapsed.Hou Aisen clearly heard the sigh of a diver, coming from nearby.

The situation also turned around for a while, and Shao Jinquan became the banker.

Fu Wenqiang didn't care about any involvement, the so-called "clearing accounts" seemed to be just to vent his stagnant anger.His whole body felt comfortable, his skin folds stretched, he said he was hungry, touched the thighs of the people around him, and asked him to ask the hall to prepare a table for dinner, more meat and less vegetables, and enough wine.He sighed generously, pointed to the red balls on the carpet, and asked Shao Jinquan if he wanted to call someone to clean up your old man, saying that minor troubles are not worth your life, and if troubles are not good, there will be problems. Why do you have to deal with things in such a hurry?It's not good to talk about ruining your face if you don't say anything else, isn't it too young?Not married?

Shao Jinquan glanced at Hou Aisen and raised his chin.Hou Aisen stood close to Tu Wen, his legs were numb and heavy, he knelt down and didn't know where to help him, there was blood everywhere.Finally, he scooped out his clean neck, where Panlong was still glaring, but he didn't look vicious anymore.As soon as Hou Aisen touched him and said to stand up, Tu Wen turned his head, twisted it twice violently, his white lips fluttered, and choked out a thin sentence: "I can't die, don't touch me."

Now I am very confident, like a gambler without water.Tu Wen raised his head, shaking with pain, unable to exert himself, so he slapped his buttocks down on the carpet.Hou Aisen didn't speak, and put his palm against his back. "Pay the boss." Tu Wen's head was terribly heavy, and he tried his best to lift it up, pointing forward with his hand.The words were intermittent, and he had to pant heavily to relieve the pain: "Brother Quan Qing, I'm afraid he will forget, so I want to ask you for a debt first."

Fu Wenqiang is headstrong, but he still obeys Tu Wen. He is brave enough to bear the burden.He leaned forward, almost over the coffee table: "Say it!"

"On the New Year's Eve of the year before last, the year of the horse, on the 31st of the first lunar month, your subordinate Du Li Simin slashed his back."

Next to Fu Wenqiang's sofa was a short man with a hair-inch and wide face, with a vigorous physique, strong and plump.His drooping eyelids rolled up, and his eyes shot out.Fu Wenqiang glanced at that person, lightly delighted: "Oh?"

"My brother is covered in blood, soaking three pieces of clothes."

"No reason?" Money or sex, there must be an explanation.Fu Wenqiang raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes cunningly, unable to remember this.

Tu Wen pressed the cut on his shoulder, frowned and then loosened his eyes, looked at the man with lowered eyelids, and said with difficulty: "It's personal love."

"What kind of affair?"

"Xiaoyouyuan billiards hall, your subordinates scolded my yard, and my brother had a fight with him. My brother is kind, but your subordinates are not good, play dirty, even if my brother is gone now... . " Tu Wen paused, his throat choked: "Put the boat on the shore, I have to remember it for him, and pay it back."

"this one?"

"this one."

"You are all rich, dung, benevolent and righteous."

"Don't worry about money and dung, how can it be dung." Tu Wen laughed out of breath, gasping for breath: "I can't keep up with your iron fist, you are an old society, as long as you are willing to hand over people."

"Hand it up! Why didn't you pay it after you settled the account?" Fu Wenqiang leaned back and turned the jade finger.Mao Cun's face froze, and a look of fatigue immediately appeared on his face.Fu Wenqiang then asked Xiang Shao Jinquan: "Brother Shao, how do you clear the money?" Fu Wenqiang pinched the man's hard thigh until his face turned pale, "One knife is worth one knife? I think this is fair? Mao Er I am the most capable subordinate, and hurting him hurts me more than anyone else."

Shao Jinquan tapped his fingers faster and faster, "As the saying goes, the dead are the greatest."

Tu Wen then shouted: "Not much, pay for his left leg!"

The man named Mao Er, his round face suddenly swelled into a rounder, shivered, and immediately shouted: "Brother Qiang, I am—"

"Be jealous of money, don't be jealous of food, don't be jealous of life, don't be jealous of death." Fu Wenqiang raised his hand to signal him to shut up.Pursing her lips and eyes, she paused for a moment, then lowered her head and nodded: "Okay! Admit it."

Tu Wenhe made a strange sound, saying that he thought it was sad.He climbed hard towards Liu Yadong's feet, stretched out a bloody hand and said, "Give me the gun."

Liu Yadong didn't move, looking down at him.

Tu Wen stared, gritted his teeth and roared: "Give me the gun..."

Shao Jinquan stopped beating: "Come on."

Hou Aisen wanted to speak: "I—"

"Shoot the left patella." Shao Jinquan turned to Liu Yadong, "One shot is enough."

Gao Xiaosen pierced the carotid artery, and crimson hot liquid gushed out in columns.

The old police came, and so did the fire alarm, red and blue flashing, dazzling.The people below danced and gestured, gun!Just heard a gunshot!Old Tang stinky onion turned around and was about to run to the Golden Cauldron, but the fire alarm stopped him: Danger!Anyone else on fire? !A group of caps followed.

Wu Qimeng pressed Gao Xiaosen's neck with two palms, his head and face were covered with blood sprayed by him.He said tremblingly, "You drove it yourself, you missed it."

Lan Zhou was not used to seeing such a dazzling bright red, and still felt chills all over his body for a while, and his teeth trembled.His father spat out pots of blood, which seemed to be so hot in his hand.He instinctively wanted to run, and instinctively stepped forward, knelt down to cover Wu Qimeng's red palm, and pressed the unstoppable hole.The blood is not obedient, if it cannot be gushed out, it will overflow and splash, accumulate and leak out along the fingers, bubbling to form a small river.Life is just like this.Gao Xiaosen struggled with his limbs, the tears in his eyes kept flowing, his whole face was livid like a cloudy sky, when he wanted to speak, he could only make a hissing hoarse voice, and Wu Qimeng's palm felt warm .He guessed he must want to say, I don't want to die.The warmth gradually cooled down, as if webbed, the fingers were sticky and tight, Wu Qimeng almost sat paralyzed, he withdrew his hands to cover Gao Xiaosen's twitching face, and scolded: "Your mother! I'll save you!" Fart!!" He even gave him a crisp slap.

Lan Zhou, on the other hand, has been holding on, and has been hoping, don't die, don't die, don't die.There is no particular reason.

The big water pipe was connected, the crowd got tighter and tighter, and the fire alarms paired up and rushed into Jinding.

Wu Qimeng smeared blood on his clothes and couldn't wipe it off.He had thought countless times that Li Simin would die like this one day.

——Either be killed by the enemy, or be killed by the public.

The results of it?cancer.Come on, it's really a damn good beginning and a good end.After praying for a long time, is it considered that God heard it?

There is still no open flame, but the smell of smoke has already become another dome.The field of vision is gray, and it seems to be more ambiguous than it was in nine years.Wu Qimeng coughed so quickly that he was so shocked that tears flowed down, melting his eyelashes and eyeliner, forming two gray streaks.He picked up a June [-]th and blood-soaked account, grabbed Lanzhou and handed it to him, and pulled him to the side fence without doubting him.Wu Qimeng said: "The old policeman will finish the black account. Hurry up and jump down. If you don't fall to your death, at most one of your ribs will be broken."

Lan Zhou was picked up by him in a daze, over the fence, and thrown down.Lan Zhou clung hard, "Adi——"

"Running south in the back alley, to the Sihua Ballroom, Sanpintou knows how to hide the gun for you."

Wu Qimeng pushed Lan Zhou's chest, and Lan Zhou was about to fall: "You—"

"I don't want to play anymore."

The wind was strong, blowing away his messy blood-stained hair, exposing his miserable face.

His hands were trembling, and his dislocated wrist bones were faintly sore. He couldn't always aim at his knees, even though they were so close.Liu Yadong suppressed his guilt and fear, only letting himself feel annoyed.He tried his best not to think about it, and told himself that it was not a living person, but a target for the martial arts school.He has always been aware of the things in Shao Jinquan's eyes, and it hasn't changed, really, it hasn't changed from the beginning to the end, whether it's Fu Wenqiang yelling, Tu Wen was injured, or he shot Mao Er's leg.His posture is always so sparse, he looks tall and far away, like across the shore.Could it be the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers across the shore?I really don't know.Liu Yadong only knows that this side is gray, desolate, and depressed.

While waiting, Mao Er let out a howl and tried to escape by grabbing the door.Tu Wen leaned on the blanket beside him, short of breath, and sneered when he saw it.Xu Shi felt that his arms were not as strong as others', and he felt that he had lost face in the old society. Fu Wenqiang shouted loudly, his face was very gloomy, he waved and called Mao Er, who was in a panic, and twisted him to kneel in front of the coffee table , Forcibly broke out one of his strong and short legs, and pressed it tightly.

"Brother Wenqiang! Brother Wenqiang! Don't! I can't have no legs! Don't let—"

"Why do you want to secretly slash Li Simin?!"

"Brother Wen Qiang, who knocked out one of my teeth first! He—"

"You have the face to cry when someone breaks your teeth?"

"I'm not! I—"

"Eat a fall and gain a wisdom, my Mao Er."

"I didn't scold him! I didn't scold him! I scolded that shemale, Brother Wen Qiang! I really didn't provoke him!"

"Old Weizi, do you know why one ear is missing?" Fu Wenqiang sipped his wine, squinted his eyes and smiled: "Everyone has a treasure in his heart, if you don't open your eyes to bump into the tip of someone's heart, it's your bad luck. Don't worry, Mao Er, whether you are disabled or not today, Brother Wen Qiang, I will treat you and raise you, but if you are a fucking turtle, I will let brother Shao shoot you in the head!"

Hou Aisen leaned over to Shao Jinquan's ear, begging: "It's me."

Shao Jinquan didn't have time to react, gunshots and howls erupted at the same time, a blood flower, everyone was startled.

The gun snapped out of his hand and fell onto the carpet, Liu Yadong squatted down slowly.