[Chapter 55]: Save

When some memories appear inexplicably in their own thoughts, most people can't find a way out, not because this memory is difficult to forget. It's just because people who have this memory don't want to forget it.

Tang Seng felt that he should hate Mu Xueqi, the woman who broke all his fantasies, and the woman who abandoned him. It is precisely because of this hatred that when Tang Monk wants to ** with other women, a familiar face will appear in front of him.

The taxi drove for a while. Tang Monk didn't know what the place was, but he didn't want to stay in the stuffy space all the time. He said to stop, gave the fare to the driver, and then walked alone in the street. After walking for a while, I realized that this is already the place of Lao District, and there is still a distance from where I live.

"Mu Xueqi, how can I forget you, a bitch?" Tang Monk scolded angrily, and then he helplessly took out a cigarette from his pocket and smoked it. However, no matter how much stimulation the cigarette gave him, the woman's smile still came to his mind. Although she basically didn't smile, Tang Monk still searched for her rare smile expression from his memory.

It was when two people climbed Mount Tai together. They looked at the newly rising early sun on the mountain. At that time, Mu Xueqi smiled like a fairy. Tang Monk, who had never seen that woman smile, actually felt that life was so beautiful, but the bad life was short. Tang Monk helplessly took out the shabby Nokia mobile phone from his pocket. The pixels were not very good. He could only faintly see the woman's smiling face, but the smile was so bright.

"Mu Xueqi, I have endured for almost three years. I think I can forget you in two years, but I can't do it, and I don't think I should do it. I will return the pain you gave me little by little. And it will double." Tang Seng said angrily and put his mobile phone in his pocket. Then throw away a cigarette that is almost exhausted, and a beautiful arc disappears in the air, and it flashes like a short life.

At this time, Tang Monk really wanted to find someone to fight, at least to make his mind drowsy, and not to think about those sad memories.

What he didn't expect was that there seemed to be scenes of fighting in the distance. Tang Monk smiled and thought to himself that life was really fun, and he could think whatever he wanted. Why did you fuck so much before?

There was really a bloody battle not far away. Although there was no desperate fight with a machete in his hand, there were really many scenes of bricks falling on his head. The people lying on the ground should have been beaten. Some people tried hard, but it was still in vain.

Tang Monk, who has been watching for a long time in the distance, has also understood that this is basically a one-sided plot. The more than a dozen hoodlums who knocked the other party to the ground really staged that kind of disgusting plot. The party who was knocked to the ground still stood proudly and clenched his fist in the face of the other party's insult, but was suppressed by the other party. It's really impossible to stage a play that will end together.

"Do you know what this is? Lao District. You foreign little kids still dare to make trouble in Lao District. Standing in front of him, the arrogant ruffian held a broken brick in his hand and said, directly greeting the other party's forehead with the brick in his hand without any preparation.

The person who was hit to the ground lay on the ground and "hum" a few times, and actually stood up again, but he should have been seriously injured.

"It should be regarded as a person. Anyway, I'm fine, and my hands are itchy. More than a dozen people really can't kill me. Tang Monk thought to himself, and his footsteps also followed.

"Brother, why do you have to kill it all? People should leave a way back, which is also the way to be a human being. Tang Monk stood aside with a smile.

"Who the hell are you? It's better not to make trouble. Otherwise, if you become a lonely ghost, you really can't find your way home. Still a high-spirited expression.

"Lonely ghosts are really good words. It seems that they are not a fool who only knows how to fight. My hands are also itchy. Come and have a try." Tang Monk sneered.

Perhaps it was because there was nowhere to vent the nameless fire of Mu Xueqi in his heart. Tang Monk was fierce enough to basically hit the other party with one move. The man was directly knocked to the ground and then he couldn't get up. Tang Monk's fists are not ordinary hard, which is also the reason why he has never dared to fight with Tang Monk. After all, when he was in junior high school, he was beaten by Tang Monk, and he didn't come to bed for almost ten days. He knew what it felt like.

After more than ten minutes, more than a dozen people were also knocked to the ground, which was really a lingering appearance.

Tang Monk, who sweats on his forehead, feels relaxed. It doesn't seem to be as stuffy as just now. Venting is a good way. No wonder many white-collar workers and gold-collar workers like to smash plates and pinch instant noodles.

It was really smooth for a while.

The Tang monk who took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it ignored those who survived and dragged their dilapidated bodies to escape, nor did he pay attention to a group of seventeen- or eight-year-old children he had rescued. They smoked and left while smoking. If it's usual, Tang Monk really doesn't want to get involved in this kind of thing. After all, he doesn't want to make trouble for himself. Although they are all little Lou Lou's goods, Tang Monk is not the kind of Guan Shiyin Bodhisattva who saves hardships. Other people's lives really have nothing to do with him.

Hero, that thing is not easy to do.

The heroes from ancient times to the present are really not good to die.

Treacherous hero, that thing is also not easy to do.

Throughout the ages, the treacherous heroes have been criticized by later generations, and later generations have the impulse to dig their ancestral graves.

And Tang Monk thought that he would not be a hero or a traitor, and he would do everything according to his own preferences.

The group of people who were knocked to the ground and insulted just now were really shocked by the arrogant spirit of Tang Monk. They had never seen such a domineering person who could knock more than a dozen people to the ground in more than ten minutes without being injured.

The boy who was hit on the forehead by a brick just now stood up. His voice was neither worshiped nor fearful. He was very calm, but it was still accompanied by a soft voice and said, "Thank you."

Tang Seng, who had gone far, turned around and looked at several teenagers who had risen from the ground. He smiled disdainfully and said, "I don't want to help you, I just want to fight because I'm in a bad mood. I can only blame those people for their bad luck. Little kids, if you don't study hard at a young age, what kind of fighting do you learn? What era is this, the age of knowledge? I thought it was the kind of buddies in the old days. It has long been out of date. What a worrying child." Looking at the group of children of uneven height, Tang Monk sighed helplessly, and the teenager standing in front of him looked about 20 years old, and the rest were at most 18 years old, not even 18 years old.

"Thank you anyway. I will definitely return this kindness to you." The teenager, who called himself aquatic and was about 175cm tall, said in a neither humble nor loud voice.

"I really think I'm a gangster. Little boy, go home and read a good book. Tang Seng ignored the scolding, and now the little boy is really a headache. It has been harmed by some Hong Kong films.

Tang Monk, who walked a distance, was really amused by a teenager in the back, who was 16 or 7 years old.

The teenager's childish voice said, "Brother Shuisheng, I'm so hungry."

This sentence is really an authentic Northeast accent, which inevitably makes Tang Monk a little puzzled that these teenagers are not the kind of children who don't study hard. Tang Monk, who was not sleepy, did not want to go home immediately. He turned his head and asked with a smile, "Little kid, are you hungry?"

The teenager who just spoke actually looked at Tang Monk with big eyes and didn't say a word. There was really a hint of calmly climbing to the guilloma.

Tang Monk was really amused by these seven children.

"If you don't want to starve to death, come with me." After saying that, Tang Monk walked straight forward. The street lights were still bright and shone on this second-tier city. Compared with the first-tier city, this place is not very prosperous, but it is really extravagant than that kind of small city.

Tang Monk called Ji Yu from his pocket.

At this time, she did not masturbate on a woman's belly as usual, but stood upside down to do push-ups.

I hung up the master's phone, changed into a casual dress, and left the Mulei Hotel.

The eye-catching BMW hanging from a military region rampaged like a run-off wild horse on the street.