Chapter 027 Punch to Meat

As soon as he appeared on the weekend, the people under Morwin naturally gathered around him. Some of these people had seen Morvan dry with pebbles on weekends, and some of them pulled Morvan from outside the school, but without exception, their eyes looked at the weekend with a fierceness.

From their eyes alone, we know that these people are really facing Morvan's kind, not the more than 20 sets that hinder Morivan's face during the day.

After the weekend appearance, he first walked to Yan Qingcai and gently wiped the tears on Yan Qingcai's cheeks in front of everyone: "Stupid girl, a mad dog is barking at you. It really dares to bite you. I just smash it to death. What are you afraid of? You can't cry in front of men other than me anymore, do you hear me?

It felt like a romance drama. When she said this on the weekend, she was teve and did not deliberately render her emotions in an affectionate tone, but what she said made Yan Qingcai feel extremely down-to-earth. She nodded heavily and remembered this sentence in her heart. Since then, Yan Qingcai has been in front of people other than weekends, no matter what Grief, I really didn't cry again.

Yan Qingcai coaxed her to cry, and then sent her out of the box on the weekend, and then returned to the box again.

I noticed that Morrison's group looked at themselves with a fierce face and looked at them. They stretched out pleasantly on the weekend. Originally, they wanted to sit on a sofa, but the sofa was occupied by women without covering their bodies. Due to the large number of people, women were not easy to wear clothes, so they covered the shame of their chest with clothes.

Naturally, I also want to sit with these women on weekends, but Molivan's group is staring at it. On weekends, I'm really afraid that when I sit with a woman, I will be attacked because I'm distracted.

So, he glanced at the box, finally squatted at the foot of the wall, and casually took out the remaining half of the cigarette he had smoked in the box.

He is used to smoking when he is in trouble on weekends. As for why, he doesn't even know why. Anyway, he doesn't think he did it to be cool. As for what others think, it's none of his business.

A person who smokes three yuan a pack of cigarettes, and it is still half of the kind, a tall cigar, a single shot who smokes half a cigarette, alone, smokes cigars with seven helpers. Anyone who is strong or weak, and people with a little IQ can see it clearly, such as Morvan, he can see it very clearly. He thinks tonight No matter how useless the boy jumps on weekends, he will eventually be trampled on the crocodile leather shoes on his feet.

"Are you here?" Morwin, sitting on the sofa, seemed to have no pressure at all when facing the weekend of squatting in the corner, as if chatting with an old friend so casually, "I'm going to break your leg today!"

"It's not too late to settle our accounts later." On the weekend, they waved to the two foreman aunts, and both of them also knew about the weekend. Seeing each other waking, they hurriedly * came up.

The two foreman wore low-cuts. Because of their awe of the weekend, when they came over, they bowed slightly and the bra on their chest loomed. The snow-white part was a little dumbfounded on the weekend. Then they smelled the perfume of mature women. On the weekend, they sneezed unnaturally and said to the two foreman: "Including the three lying down Brother's medical expenses, how much did these guys spend tonight? Please help me calculate the two beauties.

kicked a man over on the weekend and had found a chance to escape, but several women ran away so brainlessly and happened to stop him from going. If it were someone else, in this case, in order not to be beaten by a group, they will definitely kick the woman in the way.

It's a pity that I can't be cruel to innocent women on weekends.

The result of being kind and soft is to put yourself in danger.

It was just a pause. Six people surrounded the weekend, and their fists were difficult to beat the four hands. The weekend barely resisted their fists, but when his lower abdomen was kicked by a black hand, his bad luck came.

Countless fists and feet crackled on the weekend like a torrential rain. After a few breaths, he fell to the ground on the weekend. The only thing he could do was to put his head in his hands and let his opponent's fists and feet bombard him.

The people under Morvan's hands are very fierce. In less than a minute, he can't feel physical pain on weekends. Because he is numb, he is dizzy and confused, and there is a danger of closing his eyes at any time.

It may be that the brain was broken and the weekend had hallucinations:

That year, in the twelfth month, Zhou's father and mother led a girl with two sheep's horns braids home. Zhou's mother told her on the weekend that this was her sister...

That year, in midsummer, on weekends, they were admitted to the high school of Kangcheng Middle School with the first place. The sister and brother made a wish in their attic that night. Three years later, they will be admitted to the same university...

That year, in late autumn, he dragged his dilapidated schoolbag on weekends and walked out of the school door in confusion. He was expelled from the school. He dared not go home for three days and nights, and his parents and sister looked for three days and nights...

That year, in early autumn, on rainy days, on weekends, I carried my sister's suitcase, sent my sister to Kangcheng Railway Station, and took photos in the rain to commemorate my sister's trip to college in other provinces...

The beautiful girl standing in the rain with a light green umbrella is her sister on the weekend. That photo has been placed at the head of the bed on weekends, no matter where she goes.

The first job I did after leaving school on the weekend was to move bricks in the brick factory. Before leaving, the fat-eared boss said to the depressed man, "Little *, just because you also want to be with my daughter and don't pee to take care of yourself, you can't afford to move bricks for a lifetime..."

At that time, he clenched his fists on the weekend and cursed hatefully in his heart: "Little goblin, sooner or later, he will become a rich man's little three, four, five and six!"

......

The beating continues, fisting to meat.

The vague weekend recalled everything in the past and unconsciously remembered what he said when he had a fight with * for the second time:

"I tried my best to live every day. I live every day as my last day. I don't want to make much contribution to this society. I don't want to climb as high and how far I can go. I don't even want to go to heaven or hell after death. I just want to live a stable life, marry a daughter-in-law and have a bunch of little children. I'm not afraid of your jokes. After living for almost 20 years, I have made enough concessions. If I make concessions, there is no way to go. So, don't force me. If you have to fight for me today, it's a big deal. I won't come to this world for nothing if I pull a few cushions!"

In a trance, the head teacher in high school, the fat boss of the brick factory, the three heads of the tiger head gang* and Morvin, who is now laughing at the beating and laughing not far away seem to overlap.

No matter what their faces are, the weekend is kept in their bones.

There is a sentence that he likes very much on weekends, "It's not that the time has not come". He deeply engraved all those who have trampled on his dignity in his heart. He usually does not show mountains, but he always wants to climb to a higher seat than those people one day and then trample their dignity a hundred times and thousands of times.

This is a poor and humble little person. He must report, tear his teeth and grin, and his eyebrows are cold. People who understand think that this is the ambition of the little man, and no one in it will think that this is a fantasy.

But whether it's ambition or fantasy, I'm a little sure on the weekend. What he wants to do now is to knock Morwin, who is laughing with his hands on the ground, punching Morwin's acne-filled face, break his yellow teeth, and blow up the bridge of his rosacea. It's better not to beat his mother. The kind I know.

But is it really okay? He already felt that he couldn't support it. His eyelids began to fight, and his mental strength became more and more lax.

"I'm going to kill you!" A second before he fainted, he stared at Morwin with his eyes wide open on the weekend, so that the latter couldn't help retreating.