This is a small rental room. The whole room is only about ten square meters. Some of the walls are already mottled. There are very few things in the room. There is only a single bed covered with blue and white striped sheets and a bed.

There is a folded light blue quilt and a blue pillow. There is a simple wooden wardrobe next to the bed. Opposite the bed there is a small desk and a chair. Under the desk is a trash can with a black bag.

, there is also a cactus growing well on the table.

Although the whole room is small and dilapidated, it is very neat. It can be seen that the owner of the room should be a person who lives a relatively self-disciplined life.

At nine o'clock in the evening, as the key sounded, the door of the rental house was opened, and a young man walked in from the door. Because it was dark, he turned on the lights in the room. However,

Perhaps because the light bulb has been used for too long, the original white light appears dim at this time.

The man's appearance is also revealed under the light. Although his appearance is relatively ordinary, he gives people a very stable feeling. Although his height of about 1.75 meters is not outstanding, he is very strong. He is also wearing a suit that is convenient for

Action black sportswear, the whole person looks very clean and neat.

After entering Ru's room, the young man sat directly on the chair next to the desk without saying a word. He just stared straight ahead without knowing what he was thinking.

The name of this young man is Yang Pan. He is 24 years old and a college student who graduated this year. He started working outside in his last year of college and now has a relatively stable job.

Despite this, Yang Pan began to feel tired of his current life, and he often had the urge to escape from his current life.

"It's another boring day. The day after tomorrow seems to be the class's graduation party." After sitting for a while, Yang Pan sat on the chair and muttered to himself, "It's better to go out for a walk, and always stay in the house.

It's not interesting." As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up from the chair and started walking towards the door.

Because he did it casually, Yang Pan didn't have any clear destination after going out, so he started wandering around aimlessly.

But after wandering aimlessly for a while, Yang Pan stopped when passing by a roadside barbecue stall.

Smelling the aroma of barbecue wafting from the barbecue stall, Yang Pan felt like he had developed an appetite.

Seeing that there weren't too many people here, he simply found a seat and sat down.

"Boss, fifty pork belly, fifty lean meat, and two beers."

"Okay, come right away."

Yang Pan originally didn't eat tonight, but now that he's here, he can eat something to fill his stomach. However, because his appetite has always been good, he ordered a little more.

While waiting, Yang Pan took out his old mobile phone that had been with him throughout his college life and looked at the messages sent on it. As expected, most of them were classmates in the class discussing tomorrow's graduation.

reunion.

Seeing the heated discussion among the students in the group, Yang Pan just watched quietly and did not participate because

When he was in school, he could be said to be very unsociable. He always felt that he was out of tune with the teachers and classmates around him.

After watching for a while, the barbecue and beer he ordered were already on the table. He turned off his phone and started eating. He was really hungry.

I have to say that the meat grilled by the owner of this restaurant is indeed very good. The fat and thin pork belly is grilled until it is sizzling with oil, and the color is also very attractive golden yellow. Coupled with the owner's homemade seasonings, just the smell is very delicious.

tempting.

While Yang Pan was making skewers, there were more people around him unknowingly, and the voices began to become noisy, but he didn't care about it at the time, and just ate his own food.

While eating, I was still thinking about my own things, whether I should go to the so-called graduation party the day after tomorrow.

Although they had studied together for four years, he basically kept to himself in school. Apart from communicating with his roommate who lived in the same dormitory, he basically had no interaction with other classmates. Over time, he

The relationship with my classmates also became estranged.

Yang Pan thought for a while and thought that there was nothing much to say after meeting him, so he might as well not go tomorrow to avoid embarrassment.

After I figured things out, a hint of drunkenness gradually began to creep in.

Looking at the four or five empty draft beer glasses placed on the dining table, Yang Pan shook his head and said to himself, "It looks like I drank a little too much today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Pan seemed to remember something, a self-deprecating smile appeared on his face, and then he shook his head and prepared to stand up, pay, and leave.

But before he could stand up, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing behind him. Just when he wanted to turn his head to see what happened, a green beer bottle suddenly hit his head.

There was just a crisp sound, and the wine bottle that hit Yang Pan's head turned into pieces on the ground, and then blood flowed down the wound.

Yang Pan felt a sharp pain in his head and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he held on to the table in front of him in time to stabilize his body.

This sudden attack and the pain in his head made him wake up quickly from being a little drunk, and he felt an unspeakable anger well up in his heart.

Yang Pan casually wiped a handful of blood that had flowed to the corners of his eyes, then raised his head and focused his gaze on the person who attacked him with a wine bottle.

This is a middle-aged man who smells of alcohol. His face is red from being drunk. He is about 1.8 meters tall and looks very fat. His naked upper body is covered with sweat and looks very greasy and disgusting.

The plague god on his body that has been deformed due to obesity does not leave a good impression at first glance.

At this time, the middle-aged man was still pointing his finger at Yang Pan and cursing something, but Yang Pan didn't understand it because he was speaking in dialect, but judging from the other person's attitude, it was obvious that the words were not good.

Yang Pan was hit on the head for no reason, and Yang Pan still had nowhere to vent the anger in his heart. Seeing the other person's appearance, he didn't bother to talk nonsense, just raised his fist and rushed towards the middle-aged man.

No matter how much you try to reason with this kind of person, it's useless. In the end, you have to rely on your fists, and if you don't talk about anything else, just talk.

Yang Pan is still very confident in his physical fitness.

Arriving in front of the opponent, Yang Pan turned slightly to avoid the 'Drunken Fist' thrown by the opponent, and then hit the opponent's face with a heavy punch, distorting the middle-aged man's fat and greasy face.

Bloody nose suddenly came out.

After being hit hard on the face, the middle-aged man immediately let out a cry of pain, then covered his face and stepped back. However, on the way back, he tripped over a stool that someone knocked over and he fell directly to the ground.

Seeing the opponent fall to the ground, Yang Pan was not going to let him go, so he chased after him, then grabbed the opponent's hair and pulled his upper body directly off the ground.

Until this moment, the drunken middle-aged man's mouth was not clean. He covered his face with his hands and struggled to break free from Yang Pan's control. At the same time, he was still yelling different curses.

But this time, Yang Pan heard the other party's words clearly, but this made the anger in his heart burn even more intensely.

"Damn it, you damn little bastard, I'm going to kill you."

"Okay, I'll let you kill me."

Yang Pan shouted angrily, then directly raised his knee and bumped into the opponent's face.

This knee strike was extremely effective, and the middle-aged man's angry curses immediately turned into painful moans.

Listening to the other party's painful voice, Yang Pan felt that his emotions began to become excited at this time, and even his skin and eyes were slightly red due to congestion.

He didn't care what the other person looked like now. Such a person was not worthy of his pity. He raised his knee and hit the other person's face hard several times.

After feeling that the middle-aged man's moans began to gradually become quieter and the extent of his struggle gradually lessened, Yang Pan casually threw the other man's body back to the ground.

At this time, he slowly woke up from the excitement just now, and the redness in his eyes gradually faded away.

After relaxing his breathing, he looked at his palms that were shaking slightly due to excitement, and then looked at the middle-aged man lying on the ground with a bloody face and slightly twitching hands and feet. Yang Pan felt that the wound on his head was due to

The pain that had temporarily subsided due to anger and excitement surged back again, even causing the muscles on his face to twitch.

Reaching out to press the wound on his head, Yang Pan raised his foot and kicked the middle-aged man's body. He frowned and said, "I guess he won't die."

After saying that, he shouted to the people watching, "The theater people over there call the ambulance."

The people who were taking pictures and watching around him also reacted after hearing Yang Pan's words. Some of them stopped what they were doing and started making phone calls.

Seeing this, Yang Pan no longer cared about the drunk man lying on the ground. He took out a few Mao Zedong sheets from his pocket and threw them on the table nearby. Then he casually took a few paper towels from the table beside him and pushed away the crowd.

I found a direction and left quickly.
Chapter completed!