My Legendary Years

"Hello, brother Zhang, I'm a car..."

"Do you think you can lend me some money..."

"Ah, fifty thousand is enough..."

"What, it's out of town. OK, brother, contact another day..."

After they found a clinic and simply bandaged it, they began to take out their mobile phone and keep dialing the number. The above conversation was repeated ten times, but the results were the same.

The old car put down his cell phone and rubbed his face reluctantly. There are many brothers with money and wine. In case of emergency, he has never seen anyone. In fact, there is nothing wrong with this. It is difficult to walk in a society without money. There are a group of dogs behind money. In fact, sometimes we should think about whether those so-called friends can help you in case of an accident or hide when they say something.

Don't fucking have to let reality give you a mouth, you know how hypocritical society is, don't fucking have to let the so-called friends hurt you nothing, you know that people can be described as hypocritical.

"These grandchildren... When it comes to borrowing money, it's all fucking business. Either their mother died or their daughter-in-law had an abortion..." when the old car called, Duan Xin was not idle and kept calling.

"No, I'll mortgage my car tomorrow. Let's get together with a small loan..." the old car sighed and said helplessly.

"What shall we drive when the car arrives?" Duan Hui was stunned.

"Your life should be gone. What else do you drive?" the old car shouted obliquely.

"Pa!"

Duan Hui stretched out his hand and hit his face with a mouth. With red eyes, he said, "I'm fucking blamed. I shouldn't be greedy for this small bargain..."

"Well, you can't blame it all. Didn't I agree at that time..." the old car pulled Duan Hui and said.

"When this is over, I have to kill Xiaoding's son b... fuck, Bailemen won't let me sell medicine, and he tricked me to go..."

"Hehe, I just didn't ask in advance..."

"Who's that bald head today?" Meng Liang, who hasn't spoken, suddenly looked up and asked.

"I don't know. It should be under Zhang Zhe's hand..." the old car shook his head and said.

"These people are very JB black. They beat us and asked for fucking money..." Meng Liang bit and said.

"People are harder than us, people are reasonable..." Duan Hui said helplessly.

"Then you can't be unreasonable!" Meng Liang suddenly stood up and shouted.

"You are a student. You have little contact with some things. There is no right or wrong in this society, only strong and weak. You can do whatever you say. You can't. You don't even have the right to explain..."

Lao Che's unintentional words deeply pierced Meng Liang's heart.

"I'll go to the bathroom..." after a moment of silence, Meng Liang turned and walked out of the ward.

Two hours later, Meng Liang, holding a fruit knife in his hand, hid alone in the dark corner in front of the main gate of Baile gate.

Late at night, 11:30.

Baldheaded, holding a cell phone in his hand, he came out of the Baile door with a hiccup.

"Business is good today..."

"Several little bunnies have come here to sell medicine... Don't worry, brother Zhe, I've handled it all..."

"Well, I drink a little too much. I have to go back and get some sleep..."

While talking on the phone, a figure suddenly appeared in the dark corner.

"Bald!!!"

An angry cry came.

"Shua." the bald head turned around.

"Puff!!"

Meng Liang stabbed him into his bald stomach.

"Ah!" screamed the bald head.

Meng Liang stepped forward, directly grabbed the collar of his bald head, banged against the wall, then raised his hand, pointed to his bald head with a fruit knife and said, "is the injury on his head okay?"

A bald head.

"Draft it, stand at attention against the wall!" Meng Liang frowned and shouted.

"You're trying to die, you know?" the bald head whispered, biting his teeth.

Meng Liang, after hearing this, stabbed him directly on his bald legs!

"Draft it? I hear you're tough, aren't you?"

"Boy, you're so stupid. You don't understand it for 50000 yuan!!!" he said with his bare head covering his thigh and his face pale.

"Draft, can you understand people? It's fucking time to tell me the big brother of the whole society!!" Meng Liang put one hand on his bald head, pointed to his nose and said, "shit, your mother, I came to H city because of the three armed forces stab. Now I don't mind rolling out of H city because of three knives?"

The bald head lay on the wall and dared not move. He snorted coldly, "what should your friend do? Have you thought about it?"

"Pooh!"

Meng Liang raised his hand with another knife, gritted his teeth and said, "draft it? It's just three knives. Don't threaten me with my friend."

"Hula!!"

At this time, the security of Baile Menbao rushed out and immediately surrounded Meng Liang.

A minute later, Meng Liang was pressed to the ground.

"Let's go!" he said, covering his stomach wound with his bare head.

"Go to the hospital..." said a security guard holding his bald head.

"Hehe, now this child is so fucking wild. I haven't been beaten like this for many years..." he spit sticky phlegm on the ground with his bare head and said with ease.

"Wait a minute!!" Meng Liang, who was taken away by the security guard, shouted.

"What's your name?" he whispered, holding Meng Liang's chin with his bare head and right hand.

"Meng Liang!" Meng Liang raised his head and stared.

"Three hours ago, you patted me a brick. Three hours later, you stabbed me three times! Young man, you're going to be angry, you know?" the bald man looked at Meng Liang with a smile, depending on whether he had received the impact of the knife wound.

The other end, in the clinic.

"Why don't you go to the fucking toilet?" the old car looked at Duan Hui with sweat on his forehead and asked.

"Did you go home?" Duan Hui panted.

"Meng Liang can't get through?"

"I can't get through..." Duan Xin shook his head.

After listening, the old car took out his cell phone from his pants and flipped up the phone book.

By this time, we had finished singing with Su Su and they. I was lying in bed playing with my cell phone.

"Deng Deng Deng..." the phone rang.

"Hey, old car..." I saw it was an old car and picked it up immediately.

"Is Meng Liang at home?" the old car asked in a hurry.

"No, isn't he working with you?"

"Shit, Meng Liang lost!!!"

"Lost, what's the matter?" I flopped and sat up, vaguely feeling that something had happened.

"I can't say a word or two. I'm in Hongmin clinic. Come here..." the old car said anxiously.

"Good!"

Put down the phone, I put on a coat, shouted Liu Ruiyuan, Yang Song and rushed to Hongmin clinic.

Half an hour later, we arrived at Hongmin clinic. Lao Che and Duan Huizheng were standing at the door looking around waiting for us.

"Have you found Liangzi?" I asked hurriedly after I got off the bus.

"No, we've searched the whole Clinic... The phone can't get through..." Lao Che said in frustration.

"Shit, he's not familiar with his mother. Where can he go!!!"