Chapter 087 Never kneel down for a living person

"Our Zhou family is hard-boned and will not kneel, regardless of men or women!"

The young man who had just finished saying this sentence in the most resolute tone, because the gun eye pointing to his forehead finally knelt down, kneeled silently, broke his integrity, and swept away with dignity. It seemed that the righteous and awe-inspiring words he said earlier just took off his trousers and fart.

In the sunset, on the street of tens of thousands of people, a stubborn young man who was used to wearing a shabby high school uniform fell to the ground with a plop. The most puzzling thing was that when he knelt down, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he were willing to kneel and happy.

Of course, no one is destined to know that when the young man knelt down, he was sad and scattered all over the ground.

The people of the Zhou family can't kneel down. This is Zuxun. When he was a child on weekends, Zhou's father often warned him that it could be said to be a thorough teaching.

Zhou's father said at that time, "Son, our Zhou family is poor, and our ancestors are poor for generations. Because we are poor, we can't lose our human dignity. The men and women of our family can eat grass roots when they are hungry and drink eaves when they are thirsty, but they will never be beggars and never kneel down for living people!"

Father Zhou made it very clear that even if he starved to death, he would never kneel down for a living person. On the other hand, if he really knelt down, the object of his kneeling should be a dead person.

When he knelt in front of Sun Yi on the weekend, he looked at Sun Yi's expression, which was to look at a dead man.

There is no need to be angry or happy to see the dead, because he is a dead person. No matter what expression you show, the dead will never see it. Therefore, when you look at Sun Yi on weekends, you are calm and waveless.

Qi Baobao was completely stunned. She was not interested in history and did not know the humiliation of Han Xin. However, she could feel how thick and how heavy the young man who was used to borrow street lights to read books and liked to do things in the middle of the night. She clearly felt that this kneeling on the weekend was like Mount Tai. The son was pressed under the ground and was deeply trapped!

Bao Qi tried her best to cover her mouth with her hand. She didn't want her sobs to interfere with being a serious man on the weekend.

In Qi Baobao's heart, there is indeed gold under the man's knees, but those who can ignore the gold under his knees and kneel cleanly are the real men. Those who have the banner of gold under the men's knees but bow or kneel down for money and power anytime and anywhere are eunuchs and pseudo-men.

Bao Qi feels that he is too cruel to himself on weekends. A person who is not afraid of death is not cruel to himself. What is really cruel is for a person who can kneel down for his life.

"I will kneel with you and kill that bastard!" Qi Baoyi wiped away his tears and knelt beside him on the weekend. Because the kneeling was too urgent, the round knees outside were bleeding, which was very eye-catching.

"Haha...haha...haha..."

Sun Yi smiled, which made him arrogant. He bent down with a smile, as if he were in the sky and the earth, 30,000 years ago, and 50,000 years later. The human beings under the sky did not have his fork, and the fork was golden and shining in the sky: "Damn, I thought you were so hard. Aren't you very fierce? Rob my woman and hit me on the back of the head. I fucking want you to know what a cow is!"

A loud slap was thrown out and hit the weekend's face cleanly: "Slap me! Aren't you fucking capable? Come and fight me!"

"There's still something that hasn't been played here." Sun Yi slapped him with all his strength. On the weekend, he was beaten half of his body and almost smashed to the ground. He was like a tumbler. As soon as his head was thrown out, he raised his head and straightened back and pushed his face that was hot by Sun Yi with his tongue. He knelt down and handed his other face to Sun Yi, "Be gentle, I I'm not afraid of pain, but I'm afraid that your hand will hurt..."

Bang!

Sun Yi has no intention to be polite to the weekend. Without finishing the weekend, he shook his ears again: "Damn it, you are very smart. You know I'm crazy. In order to live, you don't hesitate to kneel down!"

Sun Yi used 12 points of strength this time, pulled out a slap in the face, and directly threw the weekend, which was kneeling straight as a benchmark.

Bao Qi, who knelt beside him, hurried to help him, but refused on the weekend. He supported the ground with one hand and knelt up again. The spine was not tilted at all. He didn't say anything, but smiled at Sun Yi: "Ha ha!"

Buddhist Zen's "Hanshan Picked Up Patience Song" records such a dialogue:

Hanshan asked, "How should people in the world slander me, insult me, despise me, laugh at me, bully me, and slander me?"

Shideyun: "You should put up with him, let him, avoid him, tolerate him, let him, respect him, and ignore him. In a few years, you can look at him."

I don't remember when I read this classic on the weekend, but he remembered it clearly. He recorded the dialogue word by word in his diary of reading and taking notes, and wrote down his answer. When he wrote it, because it was with a resonant emotion, so the tip of the pen went deep. Paper, eye-catching handwriting:

"I'm going to scratch his ears, crack, crack, crack, I'm going to blow him**, fork, fork, not a few years, not a few days, just for a while, you can look at him again!"

Now the eye of the gun in Sun Yi's hand is still on the head of the weekend. Of course, he can't scratch Sun Yi's ears or do Sun Yi's **. Therefore, he can only smile, with a pure and clean smile, without any impurities.

The police finally came and sounded the alarm from afar.

It was reported that someone was holding a gun on the street. No wonder they even sounded the alarm. But the weekend is a sneer at this. As for the reason, it's hard to say, but there is still a metaphor for the weekend: you have clearly seen a thief stealing things, and you don't fucking catch it secretly, and you shout. I believe everyone knows what this is.

"Bah! What a son of a bitch, dare to fight against me, *!" Sun Yi was very careful. Although he trampled on a weekend before leaving, the gun in his hand never left the forehead of the weekend. He stepped back and ran to his car quickly, shrank to open the door, and ran away.

Before the police arrived, he stood up from the ground trembling on the weekend. His face was so gloomy that when he reached out to pull Qi Baobao, Qi subconsciously shrank his hand and stood up by himself.

Because it is the gangsters with guns on the street, it is not Li Aiguo's group of policemen, but armed police with live ammunition, armed police who can make the ground tremble at any station.

One of the leading police officers saw people huddled at the foot of the wall or hiding behind the trash can all over the street, so he took it for granted to question Weekend and Qi Baobao, because they were the only one on the roadside and still stood.

"Are you the police?" There was no expression fluctuation on the police officer's face when he spoke, as if *.

He is a newcomer Li Aiguo again! On the weekend, he wanted to scold his mother very much. He didn't want to see others talking to him with this superior expression. Do I fucking deserve to be a dwarf?

"Ha ha!" He still smiled painlessly, and stared at Qi Baobao, who almost said Sun Yi.

Baby Qi, a female bandit, has never seen such a sad look on the weekend. Although she was very depressed, she finally suppressed it, and the words to her mouth turned into an extremely unnatural cough: "Cough...cough..."

"It's not us, and we don't know who called the police. My girlfriend and I just came out of Xinghe Cinema and didn't see anything and didn't know anything." On the weekend, he answered the police officer's words happily, and even answered the next question he wanted to ask, such as "Have you seen the gunman?"

"..." The police officer held a breath in his stomach and felt that the young man looked down on him and did not cooperate with his work, but now he is performing official duties and arresting a gangster with guns on the street. He did not dare not pay attention to such a big thing. Therefore, in the end, he snorted coldly and stared at the weekend and then questioned others.

He didn't believe that the police officer would not see a car leaving here when they appeared.

I don't understand the official's Taoism on weekends, and I don't want to understand it. I always feel that the water is too deep and muddy.

Moreover, he doesn't want these policemen to know that Sun Yi is the gangster with guns on the street, let alone want to know that the victim is himself, because he wants to retaliate against Sun Yi. If these policemen are allowed to Sun Yi, then Sun Yi will have a bump into each other, and the police will quickly target him on the weekend.

So, after dealing with the leading police officer, he left silently with Qi Baobao on the weekend.

Such a thing just happened. Baby Qi and the weekend walked side by side. To be honest, Baby Qi was very uncomfortable. A man knelt in front of a woman, and the object of kneeling was another man. He was threatened. Who can stand this kind of dignity sweeping away?

Bao Qi also wanted to comfort the weekend, but she didn't know how to speak at all. Perhaps only shut up is the best comfort, and it is also the best way to make the weekend less likely.

However, what surprised Qi Baobao was that on the weekend was like a nobody, he still peeked at Qi Bao's chest or the legs under the skirt when Qi Baobao was not paying attention, or that the weekend was very abnormal. This young man who thought that doing it was always more than saying it suddenly talked more. He tried his best to find various topics and Qi The kind of baby talks and doesn't plan to stop for a second. From the ordinary people who cost a catty of cabbage today to the launch of the Shenzhou, he even went to the roadside stall to buy snacks for Qi Baobao on weekends.

is too abnormal, too abnormal.

So, in the end, Qi Baobao couldn't help asking the weekend in a worried tone: "Are you all right?"

On the weekend, he was devouring the ice cream he had just bought, and his mouth was full of white foam. He asked Qi Baobao with a surprised face, "It's okay. What can I do?"

"Wow!" Qi Baobao breathed a sigh of relief. What she was most worried about was that she would be depressed by kneeling on the weekend and abandoned herself from then on. It seemed that she had thought too much, "It's okay!"

However, how did she know that the reason why she talked to her and looked for trouble all the way on weekends was that she was too inferior and ashamed. He was afraid that as soon as he stopped, Qi Baobao would try to comfort him.

Weekend is such a person. He is not used to the comfort of others, even his closest person, because he feels that it is the performance of the weak. He prefers to lie down and smoke a cigarette and bear it silently when he is tired, hurt and painful.

"Baby, you know, I'm a person who can't say thank you, because I think it's too pretentious." A second before entering the door of the baby travel agency, the weekend paused and said, "But I want to thank you for kneeling with me today!"

After saying this, the young man entered the door of the baby travel agency without looking back and ran upstairs. The fat man called his brother and he ignored it.

"Weekend!" Qi Baobao was worried about what he would do on the weekend and was busy catching up with him.