Golden Years

To Suzhou is to look at the garden, the four famous garden of the lion garden … truly exquisite, photographic to the point of no electricity. He even drilled his way through the fake mountain that was riddled with holes, and finally came out to find out that it was a public restroom …

Perhaps because of my aesthetic fatigue, I felt that in the past two days in Suzhou, the most impressive thing was not the beautiful scenery of the garden, but the weather.

It just so happened that on that day at the Han Mountain Temple, it rained a little. The heck, my literary skills went up, and not just me, but Ah Qin as well. The weather was slightly chilly, and the drizzling feeling it gave off was similar to that seen in countless literary films.

Our idea of the Misty Rain River South, is only so.

Then, we carefully bought a kind of purple fruit that looked like a big raisin despite being called "blueberry" by the peddlers. Afraid of being deceived! So only twenty dollars.

But when he ate, it was so sweet, even more delicious than grapes and raisins! Until now, I have never eaten that kind of fresh blueberry, super delicious!

That kind of smell was similar to the feelings Ah Qin and I had when we were on a honeymoon.

How he wished that life would always be so sweet.

What he did not expect was that after the sweet and sweet incident just now, an unlucky thing had happened!

From Suzhou to Hangzhou, there was a car ride that was neither too long nor too short. I forgot to refuel! By the time he found it, the fuel gauge was at its end. So I began to wait for the gas station in the slowest lane, in the semi - trolley and semi - oil mode.

Lucky! Lucky! Finally, I found a gas station right before I fell into despair. I didn't want to explain, but...

When I was trying to cheer myself up, I rushed to the toilet, returned with a doting look in my eyes, and looked at the handsome Little Red and Ah Qin who was standing outside the car, but discovered that the right rear tire had shrunk!

The heck, he thought that Ben might have made a mistake? As a result, he hastily ran over and squatted down to take a look! He was really holding back! Needless to say, it was definitely Lun Tai!

There was no need to mention the sadness in his heart, it was the curse of ten generations of people on everything in the world!

Ah Qin was also depressed, what should we do with Zhang Hao, how can we be so unlucky?

At this moment, I decisively said: "Darling, it doesn't matter!" This was a service station, and it was daytime. There was a car repair! Sure enough, there was a maintenance station less than 100 meters in front of the oil station!

I drove carefully and slipped away... because the distance is short and the tire has a certain amount of pressure.)

To make a long story short, it was a middle-aged uncle and a lean young man. I am particularly sincere, and all the good qualities of the citizens of Beijing have been demonstrated here.

"Hello, this is my car. Look at how fast you're running, something happened here. You have to help, otherwise, we won't be able to get away …"

The middle-aged uncle pretended to look at it deeply for a long time before saying, "I want to see where I can prick the fetus. At the bottom, one hundred!" One hundred and twenty on the side!

Back then, I wanted to say something.

Wasn't this a scam? It's not like I haven't had a replacement? When Da Gang lent me Meng Duo, I only spent 25 yuan to find a place to fix it. You want a hundred here?

However, what I was feeling at the time was this: the spare tire in the trunk had been packed to the brim with luggage. If I switched the spare tire, I might have to face the embarrassment of finding another place to repair the tire.

He might as well spend a little money to make this tire look like a new one, and then set out on the road!

F * ck, I have to say, if a friend who drives a car encounters this kind of situation, he must not show his grandson's begging look. Lessons from blood.

In any case, it had been filled up, and a small nail had been driven into the bottom of the hole. That was a hundred dollars.

At this time, Ah Qin and I were spending our money to recuperate, and could only acknowledge our misfortune.

However, even though I gave them all the money, I found a greyish brown imprint on the wheel. At the time, he thought it was due to being dirty. When he looked carefully, he was scared to the point of peeing! It was actually a scratch left on the aluminum alloy by a whole ring of hard objects.

Remind your friends here that once you have a replacement, you must pay attention to the wheel scrape. Because some of the treadmill size is not suitable, some of the master's craftsmanship is not good!

It was necessary to ask if the machine could match the size of the wheel and, if not, to use cloth or other substitutes on the wheel to prevent scrape.

And these are the most basic problems that experienced and responsible teachers know and should pay attention to first.

But I had never encountered such a scene before, so I didn't know it (Da Gang really didn't mind since the car wasn't mine that time).

I was going crazy! Besides my parents, Ah Qin, Little Red is my rarest "person" to the point where he is treated like a family member by us. This was the equivalent of leaving an eternal scar on a sexy thigh. qnmlgb!

Thus, he immediately went to find the owner to argue.

The middle-aged man said in disdain as he held a cigarette in his mouth.

I'll never forget what he looked like and said in my life.

"Little fellow, don't worry. It's normal to scratch your fetus …" Furthermore, it doesn't matter what you say. In the past, when we quickly repaired the BMW for them, this phenomenon often occurred. "He came back to find us, and even called the police over. Even if he did, he wouldn't be able to solve the problem …"

In any case, that meant that he knew that there was nothing he could do about it, so he decided to make sure that they didn't make any mistakes. That expression said: 'If I scrape it, it means I scrape it. What can I do?' You can only be considered to be in bad luck!

I was anxious now, my voice had risen a few notches, in Beijing terms, a little anxious.

The youngster next to Uncle immediately started shouting at me in all sorts of different dialects. It was extremely dirty. He even threatened to hit me if I continued to talk like this until I don't even know how I died and used something that looked like a wrench to wave in front of me. He even used his skinny shoulders to smash into my chest.

At this moment, Ah Qin, who was hiding behind me, suddenly cried out.

I was in the throes of excitement. Suddenly, he felt that the atmosphere around him, which was burning up, had become quiet all of a sudden. Nothing was left of the silence except for Ah Qin's soft sobbing.

Wu wu wu. How could this be? We've only bought this car for how long, and it's only the first time we've traveled so far. How did it become like this? Wu wu …" "Hubby, let's go, go …

Hearing Ah Qin's tears, my heart shattered.

Hearing Ah Qin's tears, my heart felt like it was being crushed into pieces.

I don't know where I got the courage to do that, but I grabbed that young man by the collar and forced him against the wall of the maintenance station.

"I wager …" "ampu * %

At that time, I couldn't remember what I scolded, but it must have been really bad.

Then, the young man didn't seem to react at all. After realising that I was only pressing him against the wall, he ruthlessly kicked my lower body. The strength of that kick wasn't weak. My body flashed and I dropped my hand. I was bounced back a little.

But I swear, at that time, I really didn't feel any pain, I just felt that this guy should be hit, because I heard Ah Qin crying even louder, as if she had grown eyes at the back of her head. I felt that Ah Qin's face was especially terrified and helpless.

All of this was vented onto Skinny Three in front of me!

When he saw that he kicked me away, he cursed again and then flew up to kick me. Back then, this fella was really arrogant. I felt that he was similar to Liu Xiang, so I decided to accept it. This brat is only 165 shorter than me, so what is wrong with him having practiced Qing Gong?

Of course, it happened so fast that I didn't have time to think about it. It's just that in my heart, I have one belief: I must get some justice for Ah Qin, and then I must ruthlessly teach this tramp three a lesson!

Ben doesn't care how many people there are in your repair station. Can you kill me or something?

I actually dodged this kick!

Then, when Skinny Three landed on the ground, I kicked him ferociously.

The kick was f * cking wrong, and he also had a bit of a reaction. He retreated a little, but the kick didn't hit him. I kicked him right in the crotch! This time he tried to block with what he was holding, and I kicked him.

The thing was out of his hands. So we both went barehanded.

It was as if I had gone mad. Whether he was punching or kicking, I was holding him by the weight of my body (the skinny one weighed a good 110, and I was close to 140), and then I was swinging.

F * ck, thinking back to that scene, it really was too f * cking ridiculous. This was the sorrow of someone who had never fought in his entire life, a pure kindness that he had never shown in his 25 years of life! I didn't even think of using my fist to hit his face or any other vital parts. I just wanted to knock this tramp down!

I clumsily twisted my body, and that tramp struggled to prevent me from falling down. But in the end, after being kicked countless times, I still managed to knock him down.

At this moment, I still didn't use my fist. Both of my hands were still tightly clutching onto his clothes. I was about to tear it off, then I used my entire body to press onto his body.

He was struggling, making it easy to get out of my control. At this moment, I finally remembered that I still had a fist to work with!

It could have been only for an instant, but I must have seriously considered the question of whether to use my fist. In the end, I came to the conclusion that it could be used!

At this moment, I gritted my teeth and used my fist to viciously bash this tramp's body (After thinking about it, that was too kind back then, and I also remembered that I couldn't hurt this little b * stard's face). Some of my fists were very solid, this feeling was very ample, actually very good!

After a few times, I realized that I actually liked the feeling of a fist hitting someone else. Thus, my entire body followed the fist's logic. One or two or three times, that was f * cking satisfying! The feeling of being sucked into the flesh was like luring me to keep fighting. However, after crazily throwing a few punches, I still left my hand.