The first mix-and-match in history

Chapter 2 Although I'm just a sheep

When I got out of the car, Zhao Dan and Lin Hexiang had already left. I nodded to the red-faced man holding the wine pot and the white-collar who went on a date with his girlfriend to thank them for their righteous words just now.

The No. 24 bus I took was the Ring Road, and the place I got off at was a remote urban-rural junction. I walked one kilometer west after getting out of the stop sign. There was a building that was not eye-catching but had a strange style: the high wall followed by the power grid. When I was far away, I could faintly The sentry of the bullet patrolled above.

There are five big words written on the big iron gate in front of me: the city's first prison.

He went in through the corner door and gave his belongings to the prison guard for inspection. Then he entered an iron door, and the prison guard Xiao Wang took it up. Although we are not old acquaintances, we have seen each other many times. Xiao Wang said kindly, "Are you coming to see your father again?"

"Yes, Brother Wang is fine, isn't he?"

"Ha ha, it's good. Then you go in first. He will come in a moment."

I nodded, walked into the spacious visiting room, sat at a table casually, and soon listened to the sound of the iron door of the prisoner's passage inside. My father came out with a serious but leisurely gait, followed by a prison guard. He couldn't call his name, but he had seen it several times. I smiled at him, and Head. At this time, my father sat down safely, and the prison guard stepped back a few steps and stood in a corner with his hands behind his back. If the old man hadn't been in prison uniform, he would have been like the chief's guard.

"Are you busy today?" My old man asked slowly in a strong tenor. It seemed to be in a good mood. If it hadn't been for him, he wouldn't have greeted me first.

I smiled and said, "I have to come to see you even if I'm busy."

The old man ignored my flattery and asked like a department reviewing the lower-level project, "Is your store still open?"

"It's open. What am I going to do if I don't drive it?"

"Can you make money?"

"There are still three melons and two dates."

The old man nodded: "If you have the right line, you can quit or sell it." He said that the old man was a little unnatural, "In those years, I also made a look at it, and I worked hard to get a piece of land..."

I quickly laughed and said, "Dad, look at you saying this again, worry!"

"What's wrong with your head?" The old man finally saw my hair.

I touched my forehead and said depressedly, "Don't mention it, let the thunder strike!"

The old man slapped the table: "You're not going to fight with people again, are you?"

"Fight like me - have you ever seen the underworld fight and use lighters to burn each other's hair?"

The old man also laughed.

There is nothing wrong with me. I told the old man what happened on the bus. After hearing this, our Master Long, who once crossed the world, said with emotion, "Now the world is really unruly. In the past, if the 'little craftsman' was found, the old lady dared to fight." Finally, he said, "Hey, why do I tell you this?"

I said, "I know if you don't tell me. I'm not a child anymore."

When the old man heard what I said, his expression became serious again and said solemnly, "Sheep and sheep..."

I put my head on the table: "Can you not call me that?"

The old man's thoughts were not affected at all. He continued, "I'll tell you again. You are not allowed to interfere in the company's affairs. Keep a low profile, and others will hit you in the left face..."

I hurriedly added the second half of the sentence: "I also stretched out my right face to let him hit!"

Then the old man nodded with satisfaction: "Well, by the way, can you do it?"

I lit my toes on the ground and said leisurely, "No one has done better than me."

Then the old man smiled and said, "Didn't Ray break your boy's brain?"

I scooped my scalp and said, "Listen to your advice, I'm going to split this side once, and just split it into the lid of the pot."

The old man put away his smile and asked, "How's your Aunt Meng? I heard that she has a new move?"

"You will teach me a lesson. She is a spring breeze and has opened a new mixing station. Who dares not to give Meng Laoda face, that's a dead end!"

The old man sighed and said, "I'm afraid of her. Sooner or later, she will be affected by herself. After all these years, she hasn't changed at all."

"What book have you read to learn so many new words?" I pushed the two soft Chinese Hongtong to him with a smile: "Don't worry about these things outside. You can come out and clean her up in a month!"

The old man took the cigarette and said, "In the future, you don't need to bring these things. There is no shortage. Besides, your boy is not rich."

I smiled and said, "Although the business can't be done, I can still afford two cigarettes." I asked him, "Do you need me to say hello to the warden?"

"No, your Aunt Meng has an arrangement." The old man stroked the cigarette box and said, "This woman is reliable except for being a little grumpy sometimes."

I stood up and said, "Then I'll go."

The old man got up to see him off. The father and son shook hands, nodded and broke up grandly.

When he came out, the prison guard Xiao Wang sent me to the door. I said, "My father is bothering Brother Wang too much."

Xiao Wang said politely, "No, Boss Long can't stay here for a few days. When he goes out, I have to beg you to take more care of him."

"That's a must."

Xiao Wang smiled and said, "Actually, that's it. I know that people like us are taboo."

I laughed and said, "Look at what you said, I'm exaggerating outside: there are people in our prison system!"

Xiao Wang was stunned: "There is nothing to show off. Xiaolong, let me tell you, I still admire your father. What he told you is for your own good."

I nodded: "I know."

"All right, you go, slow down on the road."

Just as I was about to turn around and wave my hand, Xiao Wang shouted behind my back, "Don't look back, this place is unlucky."

I hurried out of the prison gate.

A taxi happened to come in front of me, probably around the path. After that morning, I didn't want to take the bus, so I reached out and stopped and said to the driver, "Go to the railway station."

The driver glanced at me and asked, "East Station or West Station?"

"East Station."

"Is there any bus at the East Station? What are you doing there?"

I said with a smile, "Don't worry about it."

Let me introduce myself during this period. My name is... My name is... Er, let's talk about my father first. My father's name is Long Baohua. Before the age of 40, he has become a famous dragon master in the world. He is deeply sought after by the big brothers in Taoism for his steady and fairness. In the early years, Six years ago, the leader of the construction industry in our city launched a armed fight of thousands of people against the Haihe Gang, an invading force from other provinces. The matter was so shocking that my father surrendered himself for the company and was sentenced to 8 years in prison for crowd fighting and intentional injury. This is the background information of his old man.

As for Aunt Meng, it was the wife of my father, that is, my stepmother. My mother died of illness when I was 3 years old. My father met Aunt Meng three years later. At that time, Boss Meng was already a prince, in charge of a district of sand and stone monopoly, in a "business friction" When the two fell in love at first sight, Aunt Meng became my stepmother.

Although the couple are from the same background, they are very different in the world. Aunt Meng is the son and daughter of Miao Honggenzheng. When it is time to take action, she will never drag her down. At least two and a half sentences in the three sentences are modifiers to greet the immediate relatives of other people's women. The smoke is inseparable from My father is different. After living in the world for half his life, it is rare to hear him swear words. He is usually taciturn. He likes to read all kinds of abstract magazines, and he can use what he has learned. From time to time, he listens to the maxims that are full of nonsense. Not advocating to fight with others is more like a businessman who weighs everything.

I met Aunt Meng when I was 6 years old. Naturally, we can't get along with each other day and night. So the inevitable problem is education. Aunt Meng's appearance is rough, and her bones are full of traditional ideas. She is full of expectations. Since I was a child, she subconsciously wanted to train me to be the boss who dominates : What, does he dare to rob you of your toys? Hit him! What, does he dare to steal your candy? Hit him! What, did you burn the hole in my mink? Don't run, son of a bitch!

... Except for the last situation, my father always snorted and said heavily, "Don't teach bad children!" The old man himself doesn't like to use violence, and he hates me even more when fighting. Every time I return triumphantly or sink into the sand, what awaits me is another beating for no reason.

On this issue, we can see the old man's attitude from the name given to me. My surname is Long, and my name is... Cough, let's start from the day I was born.

It is said that on the day I was born, it can be said that the wind and clouds changed color, the vegetation was sad, and there was a murderous atmosphere between heaven and earth (creative needs, please don't imitate) - in a word, it was a cloudy day. I came to the world in a magnificent way. While coughing up the amniotic fluid, I cried loudly. Several of my father's powerful men came to ask for the hadith and wanted to inquire about the name of the "prince". There were also several military-like figures to present the memorial. One suggestion was called "Long Dingbang" and the other was "Long He said, "The smell of Jianghu is too heavy. Is it a little foreign?"

My mother didn't want me to be like the bad guy in the martial arts film. She casually said, "Then call me Long Yang."

My father's men all frowned: "Yang-sheep, doesn't that mean to be slaughtered by others?"

Who knew that my father stared: "What's wrong with being slaughtered by others? I'd rather he was slaughtered by others. If one sheep is not enough, I will add another one to him: just call it Dragon Sheep!"

Dragon Sheep... Dragon Sheep... Do you know why I don't want to say my name? In the current buzzword, this is called all kinds of sadness, cupware, not awesome, but it is quite cute.

Now that I think about it, the surname Long has been born with three points of momentum. No matter what it is called, it will not be too unpleasant. Even if Long Wu Long Liu smells like such an old shuttle. In order to restrain me, my father added two sheep for me. From this, it can be seen that he will never allow me to set foot In a sense, it means to waste martial arts - people in this industry will never support a person from the green grassland to be their boss...

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Mix-and-match is a match, and chaos is not a match. The word difference is completely two concepts. As for how to match, there is a clue in the next chapter.

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