Olives

Longhu's discipline is "well-known" for a hundred miles, but it is not as good as Sushui's scolding: "Hey, isn't his grandma's a small juvenile prison?" !

It's good to be careful, the evil species is not tamed, and parents can try to send people in by force.General talk: It is the worst way I can do it.Should it be more lenient and humane than Zhen Shaoguan?At least you can learn some real skills, right?If you say it, you won't lose a bad reputation, right?It's all such excuses to shirk responsibility that they claim to be helpless.

Guomo's situation is relatively tricky, not only irritable, but also a bit self-harming.The school affairs have been shirked for two days, and I am reluctant to accept this burning coal.It wasn't until a wad of cash was gently tucked into the palm of my hand that I swallowed my words and changed it into a bluff threat: "Okay, okay, let's talk about it first, and we will be disciplined during the study period, and our school will not accept any unexpected situations." Responsible.

In other words, take over the order for you, and if you bump into it, don't fucking shout back.

There are three floors above and below the School Administration Building, the most respectable self-built building in Dragon Tiger Martial Arts School.Dazzling white walls, ocher red fiberglass tiles, leaning against low hills.In the past ten years, Luogang people have gradually started wood processing. There are often thunderstorms here, and there are even thin chips of planed wood. There is often bitter rosin in the air.The paulownia with white flowers and weeping elm willows are planted all over the low hills.Boys fell into puberty one after another, sweating sebum, often waking up with wild red bumps, pinching and squeezing dirty hands, squeezed into a masculine face.The paulownia can be used for medicine, and the life teacher occasionally comes to pick the pot-shaped white flowers, cut them up and moisturize them, and put them on the faces of the boys.

The school administration room is on the second floor, and there is a poster of demeanor posted on the side of the corridor. 1.1 meter column, framed with a brass-colored box, the content is who is the elite athlete, when did he enter the school, what household registration, when the coach was so-and-so, who won the competition, is now a teacher, entered the film and martial arts world, or was admitted to the Northern Sports University.All the places Liu Yadong has been to are far away where there are many high-rise buildings.

But dragons and tigers come in and out every year, and these people are always on the list, and they have been passed down for a long time.What about the ones who can't get on the wall?have no idea.Unsatisfactory, unsatisfactory, don't need to be known.

Through the glass window, Liu Yadong and Lanzhou visited the back room together, the one named Guomo.

He has four eyes and wears framed glasses. It's a burden to practice legwork. He picks and falls from time to time, and only fucks when it's broken.He is a bone frame supported by bamboo grates, covered with layers of tendons and fleshy skin, and he is sloppy everywhere, with a tired face and a slanted face, like an old-fashioned opium smoker.The hands are quite beautiful, without the rough and thick veins of a martial arts school. The creases on the knuckles are carefully folded.He was also well dressed, a stuffed down jacket with a brim of smooth velvet, a navy blue lined collar with his Adam's apple locked, and the buttons were all bright gold.On the feet are white sneakers with a double hook logo, and the leather looks extraordinarily soft. ——It is too expensive to be called a passerby.

"Send this guy who looks like a dead chicken to the martial arts school." The water vapor on the glass window was so thick that it was foggy, Liu Yadong flicked it with his hand, "I think his mother and I are too salty."

"It's too late. It's exhausting to deal with people." Lan Zhou touched his pocket, took out a small bag of baked cakes, and threw it to Liu Yadong: "Eat this pad first, and go to the cafeteria later." There is no more porridge."

"That mother's dress is very fashionable, I see, how wrong is it? Is it dead or disabled?" Liu Yadong tucked things in his pockets, stood against the wall and asked Lan Zhou: "Is there anything that is not sweet?"

Lan Zhou reached out to him and said, "If you don't want to eat, give it to me."

Liu Yadong slapped him lightly, but refused.She tilted her head and stared at him again: "I'm taller than you recently."

Lan Zhou didn't believe it, "It's strange."

The joints in the teens are always itchy, which means that they are tirelessly growing branches, and their stature really changes every month.Liu Yadong and Lanzhou put their backs on their backs at every turn.Among the people, Hu Ziqiang is fucking tall no matter what, and Luo Hai is short and fat. It is the most boring to compare with people who are very different. It is just like the two of them, who are almost the same, so they can make the comparison interesting.Lan Zhou stood upright and did not move, Liu Yadong straightened his shoulders, saying, "You don't want to rely on a little bit of skin."

People in the martial arts school all wear Duowei canvas martial arts shoes, with soft soles like paper shells, and the word "Wu" embroidered on the upper, and the white is all dirty and grayish yellow.The toe of the shoe is to the toe of the shoe, Liu Yadong doesn't have to get too close, the more he can smell the fragrance of Lan Zhou's body, it is as thick as trampling on an entire acre of tuberose.This smell comes from the Ya Cream facial oil he puts on his face in winter. A porcelain jar costs three yuan, which is very cheap.But any fragrance with a handle will be ridiculed, Lan Zhou is used to it.Liu Yadong knew that it was because his face was dry, and his mouth cracked when he ate the winter wind, and if he didn't apply a layer of cream, he would get a sharp pain after soaking in sweat.But his face is the cleanest.Liu Yadong made a strange mistake, so he didn't stick to his back.

Lan Zhou was almost at eye level with him, and Liu Yadong could clearly see the bruises around Liu Yadong's lips, and he said, "You're so damn sure."

While speaking, white steam was blown out, and the dead skin on Lan Zhou's mouth was lifted into Liu Yadong's eyes.He leaned over with his cold hands and twisted a strand.Lan Zhou rolled his tongue out, the tip brushed across his nails abruptly, and then covered his lower lip, biting out the smell of blood.The chest was glued together.Liu Yadong apologized with a wink, and asked him: "Does it hurt?" He raised his chin to look around, and smiled again: "I'm really better than you——"

There was a loud bang, something hit the window and quickly bounced off, and fell to the ground with a clatter.There was a thud in the school administration room.Lan Zhou and Liu Yadong peeled away in surprise.Liu Guoao opened the door, poked out his black head, and said, "Come in, you two!"

Gentle people are crazier and usually more explosive than rough people.Vice-principal Tan Shouping stood up from the boss's chair and pointed forward quickly. The top of his barren head was covered with a hanging fan.What Guomo swung was the tin kettle stacked on top of the coal stove.Tan Shouping loves tea, and the water is boiled one pot after another, but the pot he swung has not boiled yet.The water splashed all over the ground, and a meridian burst out on each side of Guomo Tianting's neck. With his fists locked, he stood and stared at the stunned men and women on the sofa, and said in a hoarse voice:

Don't you know where this is? !You want me here!Go to the hospital and you'll be fine, right? !How many times have I been there? !How did I get this scar on my hand?I want to kill myself!I kill them too!

"Put the stubborn donkey in a box first, don't bump it, and watch it." Liu Guoao leaned into Liu Yadong's ear and murmured: "If you are sharp-eyed, tie him up." Looking at Lanzhou again: "You have a good temper, and you have to speak well. Persuade you to hear?" Everyone nodded.

"Packing the box" means confinement, a dark room the size of a latrine, where food and drink are not given lights, and they are not allowed to come out. It is dedicated to punishing the stubborn and rebellious.There is also a "tie bag" outside the box, which literally means.Liu Yadong has been in all the boxes and bags, and the feeling is really fucking unacceptable.

No one responded to him, Guomo made more noise, Ga La La overturned the mahogany coffee table, turned around and picked up the golden toad cabbage on Tan Shouping's table, raised it above the top, and threw it at the men and women with a grim face, "I smashed you to death!" !"

"Hey!" Liu Guo'ao stepped forward and hugged him to death.Guomo struggled, kicked his legs to "stomp stomp", and shouted in his mouth: "Fuck/your mother/force me to let go, don't control me! Control me and I'll smash you to death!"

The situation was urgent, and Liu Yadong used the most basic grapple move, the knee-throat lock.This move is very simple, it has nothing to do with the throat, it can only restrain the unsuspecting layman, the fixed posture has improved the cassock of jujitsu, there are anti-joints, but it is not obvious, it looks calm and orderly.Don't ask him to break free, let alone make his parents feel distressed and trembling after seeing it, Liu Yadong has experience.

There is an unwritten rule in the Dragon Tiger Martial Arts School: Martial arts teachers do not allow black hands in front of parents.Guomo was the third Liu Yadong to be locked up by Liu Guoao.The first two are also self-indulgent, one is fat and the other is tall, one is tired of studying in junior high school, and the other is carrying bricks and opening the sports committee.It is no more difficult to deal with than this one who is lying on the ground and shouting to kill.Liu Yadong hugged Guomo to death and let him do useless work.

"Take it first, first take it to see the dormitory, and meet the life teacher." Liu Guoao pointed at the door with the golden toad cabbage, moved his palm quickly, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about handing it to our school." Lah! They can all be trained to be good children.”

not necessarily.Liu Yadong said in his heart, he and Lanzhou each held Guomo's arm, and took him out of the school administration office.

"I beg you! I beg you, you must discipline him well! It's best not to ask for anything, and you don't expect anything." The woman suddenly burst into tears, as if she couldn't bear to leave.

Liu Yadong turned his head to take a look, and saw a moment of relief in her eyes, like urinating after a long time.He suddenly felt sympathy for Guomo in his hand, thinking how hateful you are, and even my mother would hate you.

As a result, this sympathy disappeared in an instant.Going down to the first floor, this man came prepared, with a four-inch screwdriver in his trouser pocket.Holding something in his hands, he turned around and stabbed at Liu Yadong, aiming at the door and eyes indiscriminately.Lan Zhou stretched out his hand to block without hesitation, and took it for him.With a hiss, the back of his hand and his wrist were scraped obliquely, a streak of blood was red.Liu Yadong pushed Yuan Lanzhou away, and kicked Guomo's tailbone fiercely, sending him flying for more than a meter, "Fuck you!!"

"Fuck you!" Guo Mo yelled and threw himself down, stumbling on hands and feet for half a meter, stood up on the ground and ran.

just run away.

It’s not been a day or two since Shao Jinquan Xiangzhong saw the painting of ink lotus in the living room. The painting is random, but the workmanship is still meticulous.Having already stolen a picture of Li Kuchan's flowers and birds from him, Shao Jinquan felt that he should be more honest and give him half of the Jinding Tea House, which may not be worth more than a square foot of calligraphy and paintings of celebrities.Shao Jinquan pressed the end of his cigarette, squinted his eyes and stared at the painting, and touched the stamp with his thumb: Huang Yongyu.

The door was broken open by Bangdang without warning, and a boy with a sullen and panicked face rolled in.Shao Jinquan stopped holding the teacup, and was about to ask who and what, when another one jumped in.This man with black eyebrows and long eyes, with his clothes open, flew in like wings when he rushed in, but in the end he also grimaced, "Stop!"

Liu Yadong's eyes were burning red with anger, and his long-lost sense of humiliation hit his throat again, mixing with the acid in his stomach.Guomo Bangdang turned down the seat, and he jumped over one by one in silence.In terms of quickness, Liu Yadong is a well-trained little goshawk, while Guomo is just an instinctive reed chicken.The reed chicken pecked down many white porcelain cups, ashtrays, and nameplate holders, and fled all the way, damaging the goods all over the place.Liu Yadong easily forced him to stop at the corner.Guomo rubbed his whole body of mud against the wall.His left eye was bloodshot, and his expression was trembling with fragility, and he still shouted stubbornly, "Don't control me!"

Before whipping his legs, Liu Yadong is used to slightly bouncing back and forth before waiting for an opportunity to attack.Panting, he closed his jaw and aimed at Guomo's left cheek.Lan Zhou slammed into the door, wrapped his hands with his sleeves and said, "Liu Yadong!" Liu Yadong then changed to hitting his hip bone, and lost [-]% of his strength.

As if a horizontal knife had swept across a corn stalk, Guo Moying was knocked down and fell to the ground, groaning in pain.Liu Yadong squatted over and grabbed Guomo's hair, picked up the screwdriver on the ground, and said in a cold voice, "I fucking control your second uncle." He forcibly grabbed his left hand, turned it to the back, and couldn't help saying that the original shape was also scratched. .

It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt if it's not so hard that it bleeds, Guo Mo stared at Liu Yadong and didn't say anything, he took a breath, gritted his teeth and asked forcefully, "Are you a dog raised here?"

Liu Yadong swung his fist again, avoiding the corners of his eyes and the bridge of his nose.Unexpectedly, this punch made Guomo stunned for a while, and then suddenly paralyzed after regaining consciousness, hugging his head in grievance and mourning.Usually when the psychological defense line is broken, there will be no trouble.Only then did Liu Yadong get up, and put the awl in his pocket.

Shao Jinquan has been protecting Huang Yongyu's original work, so as not to suffer from the turmoil.Liu Yadong noticed him now, looked at him, didn't recognize him, was stunned for a while, and didn't ask anything.He gathered up his clothes, and pulled Lan Zhou's left hand: "Let me see."

"Not deep."

Not deep but long, meandering, dripping with blood.

Liu Yadong lowered his head and held the wound in his mouth.As soon as there was a fishy smell in his mouth, he felt Lan Zhou's firm and sincere struggle, which was really reluctance.He felt displeased for a moment, but he still sipped it.The backs of Lan Zhou's hands were cold, and he wiped his face with oil and rubbed his hands together. There was a hint of artificial sweetness in his mouth, as if he had melted butter.The tip of his tongue twitched at the damaged place, as if he wanted to pierce the skin to find the bottom.After the blood was licked off and the back of his hand was warm, Liu Yadong let go of his mouth with a "boo", sticking out a root of lotus root.Lan Zhou covered it with the heel of his palm without hesitation, and he jumped for joy again, restrained his throbbing and said, "Hurry up and get an injection in the consulting room."

"Ah."

Lan Zhou was allowed to be exempted from afternoon training and was given a tetanus shot. The dormitory was covered with old quilts, and he felt stuffy until dusk.

In the dream, he poured in and out pots of bloody water, splashing it on a flowerbed in front of the house.Soma flowers are planted all over the flower garden. There are several clusters of flowers, sizzling and spreading around the fence. in color.His father moaned in the house.Lan Zhou woke up with his eyes open, and the red color was inherited from his dream: the setting sun was imprisoned in the predicament of the square window, covered with red velvet woven by the flames of Luogang.He tossed off the quilt, sweat dripping from his hands and back.

Longhu is a barracks-style dormitory building, each dormitory burns a coal stove for the winter, and the tin-skin ventilation pipe extends horizontally and vertically out of the shaking head window.I don't know if it's true or not, but it was rumored that in the first few years, the dragon and tiger's coal-burning stove poisoned two people in one bed, but the severe winter in Zhongnan was so cold that there was no mistake in burning it.die?That's bad luck for you.Each dormitory chooses a leader, called the head of the dormitory, and carries an iron bucket and tongs to the dormitory supervisor to fetch four coal balls every night.Lan Zhou left early, and Qian Aiping, the dormitory supervisor, took off the cotton gauze gloves and asked him why he was not training in the martial arts hall. He waved his gauze-wrapped left hand at her.Qian Aiping called him again, went into the back room and came out again, stuffed some vermilion tangerines in his arms, and said a box sent by his nephew, let's take some to taste.

Lan Zhou washed his face with one hand, folded the quilt into tofu cubes, replaced the briquettes, swept the floor, watered two pots of longevity begonias, and carried a plastic red bucket to search around the bed for dirty clothes to be washed.It's not idle, and it's not Lei Feng, it's Long Hu who checks the dormitory every other day, strictly controls the students' morals, and the mess will be posted on the weekly bulletin, and his dormitory chief will eat a meal.If it's too much, you have to eat fried dough sticks.Luo Hai picked up a pile of dirty socks, and Hu Ziqiang's sweat-soaked practice clothes picked them all out.

Liu Yadong was diligent in changing laundry, and rarely let Lan Zhou find anything.As a result, the vest tucked under his pillow suddenly fell from the top bunk belt. Lan Zhou went to pick it up and found it was a lighter with a pair of dark blue underwear wrapped around it.The panties were stiff, and when I pinched them, I guessed that the semen/fluid had dried up on them.Lanzhou stopped and threw it into the red bucket as well.

Wet clothes in winter are like thin bean skins, and when they hang in the wind, they become frozen.As if seeing a kite with a broken string, Luo Hai pointed to the corridor on the second floor and said happily, "The boat washed all our clothes."

In the red-yellow clouds, Liu Yadong caught a glimpse of his underwear, which had a string of red spots floating out of it in August [-]th, and was hanging on the horizontal bar and floating.

Coldly, I suddenly remembered the situation when I just wore it.I bought it and disassembled it, twisted the thread ends, put my feet into the hole, and pulled it up against the skin.The hips are just right, the waist is slightly larger, but the place that wraps the waist is obviously tight, stretching out a trace of rising mountains.When people stand up, the mountains collapse, like billiard balls in stockings.That was the first time Liu Yadong was startled by the growth of the teapot's spout, lying in the velvet hair, which was so lush that it even extended to the navel, forming a gray-black longitudinal line.Look at the underwear packaging, clearly stated one size - he is bigger than "average".

Just like apples are packed tightly in plastic bags, the ethylene released will ripen the fruit, and the tightly wrapped underwear will ripen him.One night in a dazzled phantom, the next day he found himself dreaming/nocturnal, and there was a thin white sticky bubble between his legs, which stained the quilt and wet the sheets.He was sixteen at the time, the second year he came to Longhu, so it wasn't too early to forget.He threw off the mattress, took off his underwear, got out of bed, and rubbed hard. No one taught him what to do afterwards; there was no change of bedding, so he slept naked for a week with all his clothes on.The underwear became a symbol, or his ignorant posture. Liu Yadong was disgusted and intimidated by it, but he was reluctant to throw it away, thinking that it was useless, so he kept wearing it.

Liu Yadong's face became hot, he moved his tongue, and handed the paper lunch box in his hand to Hu Ziqiang, saying, "You can carry it up and give it to him." The dinner that was packed for Lan Zhou in violation of discipline consisted of a pancake and a bowl of porridge.Fuck the school, only dine-in is allowed on time and no take-out is allowed.

"Hey." Hu Ziqiang caught the things and watched him go, "Where are you going?"

"Zhongyi Building...I'll take a sandbag for a while." Liu Yadong put on the zipper of his jacket, and tucked his neck into his collar.

"Ming'er from the hard air class is going out to perform! There is room for them to practice." Luo Hai stopped him with a pair of martial arts shoes that had been kicked off in the afternoon under his armpit, and said, "There is no evening training this Friday, and it's the night of fighting. Let’s watch a movie together, forgot Brother Dong?”

Liu Yadong blinked.The school arranges a movie half a month, mostly a raucous comedy, to relieve students from the fatigue of long-term confinement and mechanical training.The last time I watched "Xiao Lin Kid", the audience was full of laughter, but when the subtitles came out, he forgot what he was doing. He just thought that Pi Shaoan, who had a round head, a round face and squinted eyes, looked like he was a size smaller Luo Hai. "What movie?" Liu Yadong asked.No matter what the fuck is this kid or that kid, he won't be able to move, it's boring.Hu Ziqiang said it was "Infernal Affairs". He was interested and nodded his head as OK.

Liu Yadong refused to tell anyone that he soiled the underwear again because he dreamed of a thin waist.

The place to watch the movie is in the Abandoned Martial Arts Hall in Xiaoti Building.Even if it is abandoned, it is also half-new, with a loud and resonant area, high ceiling, artificial leather covering for sound absorption, more than a dozen round ceiling lights scattered, gymnastics mats on the floor, and the walls painted with South China Sea style beach coconut trees sunset listening to the waves.The hall is almost only ventilated and illuminated by the two sliding windows, so the whole room looks dark.At the four corners, there are piles of sticks, knives and halberds, round drums and colored flags, dilapidated cushions, and long and short plastic-steel strips rubbed everywhere.The martial arts hall has become a storage warehouse, and the chaos is dusty.The life teacher pulled down a large white screen with the copper characters "Winning glory for the school" at Dingnantou, and set up a projection table three or four meters away, connected to a computer, and the image was displayed on the screen.The curtain is ups and downs, and the image is also ups and downs.

At about seven o'clock, everyone will be ready, bring your own horses, sit according to the team, sit according to the size, and sit according to the relationship.Most of the martial arts teachers are self-conscious, Du Menqing himself is like putting a big dung bucket on the supper stall, no students will have that kind of idleness anymore.

Luo Hai didn't get angry with Hu Ziqiang's punch, but his heart was still empty and his eyes still hurt, so he moved forward with his butt close to Maza, staggering half of his body.Hu Ziqiang was the kind who came and went faster, the sudden ebb of anger, and all that was left on the beach was lumpy guilt.Not very good at saying sorry, and felt that there was no need to say it—he scolded my mother, and opened and closed his mouth to really scold, so he hesitated for a day and didn't say anything.The buzzing noise in the stereo suddenly became louder, and the shadow on the screen gradually became thicker, and the subtitles appeared: starring Andy Lau, Tony Leung.No matter how you circle it, you know it's a big star, and the boys chirped happily.

Liu Yadong came late because he couldn't find his lame Maza with a broken link.Lan Zhou followed behind, holding freshly warmed sugar oranges in his arms.Hu Ziqiang waved and shouted, "Hey here!" The first row from the bottom stood up and intercepted him, a patch of non-blue, non-purple fluorescent light appeared on his forehead, and a small piece of acute purpura protruded from the top of his head on his face.

The cat walked around the waist, Liu Yadong swept his horse and kicked his legs, and he almost didn't knock him down, "Take it as the same height as you, after that." Then he pointed to the corner: "I'll tear up a cardboard box to sit, go there Move your butt with your head."

"Brother Dong, come and let me let you sit!" Luo Hai immediately raised his buttocks and turned his head, "Sit on me, it's like I sit on the ground."

Liu Yadong pinched his back: "You sit on yours, you sit on the ground and look at the head?" Laughing at him for being short, without any malice, Luo Hai smiled at him.

Lan Zhou divides the Tangerines into three big ones and four small ones. The two big ones are given to Hu Ziqiang and pointed to Luo Hai.Hu Ziqiang blinked at him, glanced at Luo Hai's broad back in embarrassment, and pursed his lips imperceptibly.Hu Ziqiang pressed the hot orange on his lips for a while, swallowed, and poked his index finger on Luo Hai's waist, missing a small knuckle.Itchy meat made a note indifferently, and Luo Hai shrugged his shoulders visibly.Lan Zhou couldn't help laughing.Luo Hai turned his face, the bruised corners of his eyes were right there.Hu Ziqiang handed over the sugar tangerine, as if shyly handing over flowers, and said: "You take the big one." Luo Hai took it, scratched his face, and said, "Hey." It's okay.

Liu Yadong grabbed a piece of paper, circled half a circle, and sat at Lanzhou's feet.On the projection was a handsome face of Edison Chen, who was both upright and evil. The window frame was tenoned and the cold wind leaked out, and a ripple appeared on his handsome face.Lan Zhou gave Liu Yadong one, and asked in a low voice, "What about the one in the morning? Is it closed?"

"It's sensible, why don't you pretend to be crazy and look for a beating." Liu Yadong peeled the skin methodically, he took out the whole orange petals, and the orange peel can be put back intact.He twisted off the silk, and handed the orange meat back to Lan Zhou: "Let's join the team tomorrow, I have no foundation and I don't want to suffer, so I can only pass on the martial arts class, and the money is in place."

"It's not too tiring to teach martial arts. Lu Xiuming is better than Lao Guang." Lu Xiuming is a martial arts teacher. He has a fat face, small eyes, beard, and looks gentle. He is called "Baby Fish".

"What a jerk. Zhou Xiaoliang has eight cigarette scars on his arm, and I have to count his naked buttocks in the bathhouse. He burned it himself?" Liu Yadong sniffed the orange peel, pinched it between the tip of his nose and his upper lip, and laughed casually: " Some people like to pretend to be good, but in fact, dogs that don’t bark are the best at biting people, and salamanders are the ones that hang.”

Lan Zhou didn't speak, the orange petals tasted very sweet, he really wanted to peel off his two teeth and stuff them directly into Liu Yadong's mouth.

"People who stay here for a long time will easily become abnormal."

After a pause, Liu Yadong raised his head, his pupils were neither blue nor purple: "...That Guomo said that his grandpa and father both belong to the county cultural bureau, and he even went abroad to participate in piano competitions."

so what?Nor is it beautiful.But Lan Zhou could see the sigh in Liu Yadong's eyes, so he nodded along: "Excellent."

Sighing Gu Zi flashed into sarcasm.Squeezing the orange peel in the palm of his hand, Liu Yadong took a deep breath, and said, "It turns out I'll be kept in a cage, it's useless." There was pity in his tone.

Lan Zhou chewed the orange petals again, whether it was sour or sweet.

"I saw several scars on his wrist." Liu Yadong gestured across his veins.

Liu Yadong's two wrists are different, and a corner protrudes from the outside of his right wrist.It was at the end of last year when I was playing actual combat. I fell over a bridge and broke my wrist. I gritted my teeth and went to the clinic to have a plaster cast fixed. I rested for three weeks and continued to train.If you don't pay attention, you won't grow upright. When it's rainy, it's either sore or painful.

"A person eats and drinks, and looks for life and death at every turn." Liu Yadong laughed loudly, "Actually, everyone is pretty much the same, they all act low."

Compared with the long series of days, "Infernal Affairs" is too short, not enough for them to match Tony Leung and Andy Lau with Chen Yongren and Liu Jianming respectively, and it's over.The life teacher unplugged the connection, the video went out instantly, and the ending song was also cut off.Liu Guo'ao stood up and whistled, only to be startled, and suddenly silenced.

Liu Yadong raised his head and found Liu Guoao sitting in the first row, holding his daughter in his arms.The daughter has small arms, wears a tiger-head hat, wrapped into a meatball, has herpes around her lips, and is drooling and giggling.Liu Guo'ao's kindness at this moment is real. With fishtails in his eyes and a small gong in his drum-like voice, he shouted: "Everyone is quiet and disbanded, take your horses and go back to bed to prepare for tomorrow's cultural class! Don't forget to collect coal balls. "

Clap, clap, when disbanding, it is stipulated to clap three times in a row and bow, and I don't know which dead person to bow to.

Luo Hai hummed the bitter tune that Huang Sir played when he fell from the building and was killed all night, while soaking his feet in hot water, he sighed: "Chen Yongren is so fucking handsome! If I were him, I wouldn't be a good person. "

Lights out at ten.The dormitory was dark, and it was only when Lan Zhou went to bed that he realized that he forgot to take cephalosporin.Liu Yadong turned on a two-yuan reading lamp for him from the upper bunk.Most of the boys rely on this small lamp to illuminate Jin Yong, Xiao Ding, and Yanyu Jiangnan. A thick volume is circulated in the team in turn.As a result, the meal was full of the taste of the book god Xia leaning on Biyuan.The bright spot the size of a coin blurred out of the field of vision, and followed Lan Zhou to put on shoes, wrap a coat, pick out medicine, and twist the cup.As a result, the gauze slipped, and the water flooded the bed as soon as the hands were unsteady.Quick hand? Throwing off the quilt, Lan Zhou covered it with the palm of his hand, and felt a big ball of tide, as if he had peed.Hu Ziqiang is tall, Luo Hai is fat, and the bright spots are dangling on Lanzhou's chin.Liu Yadong knocked on the eaves of the iron bed, and laughed in a low voice: "Unlucky ghost, squeeze me first, and you will hang out in the morning."

Lan Zhou climbed to the upper bunk, and he shared an old quilt with him.Lan Zhou's ankle was pressed against Liu Yadong's upper arm, it was hard and cold.Lan Zhou turned over and ran towards the iron railing, the iron railing was covered with moonlight, he muttered, "Is Hong Kong really so beautiful?"

"[-]% yes." Liu Yadong laughed out a very short snort, and it was just a fucking guess.

"I'd love to see it."

"Go." Liu Yadong turned to face the wall, closed his eyes and said, "Go later."

Hu Ziqiang didn't sleep either. He scratched his crotch, resisted not reaching in to take a look, turned over, and said, "Take me."

No one said a word, Luo Haiwang was on all fours, and had already started snoring in a moderate and restrained manner.