I don’t know when, but the cell phone in my pocket kept ringing annoyingly.
He took out his cell phone and glanced at the caller ID. With a somewhat decadent attitude, he answered the call: "Brother, what's the matter?"
"I heard from Qin Shou that you haven't answered the phone these past few days. Where did you go to have fun?" Fu Hong was sitting in the car. There was an important meeting to be held in the city, so he took advantage of the rest time before the meeting to call him.
Telephone.
"No, rest at home." Chang Mian took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Brother, are you free tonight?... I have some things that I don't know how to deal with... Okay, come to my house tonight."
After that, hang up the phone.
Get up and leave.
…
Shooting room.
There was a constant sound of the trigger being pulled.
There is no doubt that every bullet hits the bullseye.
After firing all the bullets, Chang Mian pulled hard, took off his earphones, flicked the gun in his hand, leaned against the shooting stand, picked up the glass of liquor on his left, and drank it down in one gulp.
He rarely drank such a strong drink, and the burning sensation filled his throat, making it tight and uncomfortable.
He locked himself in the shooting room and did not let anyone disturb him.
Until the servant reports that there is a visitor.
Fu Hong casually put his coat on his shoulders. The servant who retreated and led the way pushed open the door of the shooting room and saw Chang Mian unbuttoning his shirt, and then rolling up his sleeves.
"Fight with me."
Chang Mian spoke first, and Fu Hong raised his eyebrows, casually put his coat aside, nodded, and said directly: "Don't slap me in the face."
Hearing Chang Mian make such a request, he subconsciously made this request. Men sometimes cannot cry when they cannot vent, so violence and sex become their most effective ways to vent.
…
It wasn't until when Chang was a child that he lay limply on the floor and couldn't get up anymore. He just let himself lie there like a dead fish, with sweat flowing into a river. His naked upper body was covered with bruises and bruises, which were shocking.
Fu Hong was not much better.
Chang Mian, who was usually not his opponent, went crazy and regarded himself as an object of defeat and ashes, and his attacks were not even serious.
He lay next to Chang Mian and adjusted his breathing slowly for a while before asking: "Tell me, did you encounter something that couldn't be solved?"
Having exhausted all his strength, Chang Mian raised his head and gasped heavily at the ceiling.
There were some wounds that he chose to bury deeply. In the dead of night, he didn't dare to dig them out, but now, he couldn't bury them deeply anymore.
"Brother, I have never encountered such a difficult problem."
"I don't know...I don't know how to face it."
"You know, it's what happened in San Francisco, USA when I was a kid."
"You said that you were not with me for five days. It was only after five days that you found the line between life and death. It was you who carried me back to the country. You must have seen my body and how it was tortured."
"But, do you know? Brother, there was a girl accompanying me for three of the five days I disappeared... I always thought the person accompanying me was you, but later I found out it was not you, but a girl."
"That girl, by my side, went through the most painful thing. She was also on the verge of life and death. Like me, she almost didn't survive in the hospital. Perhaps it was God's mercy that she received the help of a psychiatrist when she was young.