After disappearing for five years, Yang Chen's contact with his high school classmates was completely lost. He couldn't find anyone he knew well for a while. As for Li Nan, Yang Chen went to her house in the afternoon the next day after he came back. Unfortunately, time has changed and Li Nan's family has moved away.
, according to neighbors, he moved to Xijing, the provincial capital.
Leave with hope and return with disappointment.
When Yang Chen walked out of the community where Li Nan lived, he still looked back, reluctant or hoping for a miracle. He couldn't tell clearly. He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and blew out a smoke ring. He was probably being teased by life.
If you get used to it, your low mood will disappear without a trace after it lasts for a while.
We will meet again if we are destined.
Regarding love...Yang Chen believes in fate.
Strolling along the not-so-wide boulevard, he happened to see a bus that could take him home and stopped in front of a stop not far away. He wanted to run a few steps to catch the bus, but two men with ferocious faces came from above.
The car squeezed out the front door and ran towards him.
"Catch the thief!"
A middle-aged woman stumbled out of the car door, shouting helplessly.
There were only a few passers-by watching, or pretending to be surprised and overreacting in time. Only Yang Chen stared coldly at the two running people, like a wolf waiting for an opportunity. The moment the two people passed around him, he
He stretched out his hands, grabbed the two people's necks at the same time, and knocked them to the ground.
The two thieves fell onto their backs and were stunned.
They have never thought that in this era of declining society, there are people who are well fed and brave enough to do justice.
The middle-aged woman ran over panting, bent down and snatched her wallet from a thief, then thanked Yang Chen repeatedly, turned around and got on the bus. The two thieves climbed up in embarrassment, grinning and rubbing their necks. One of them
The thin man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks pulled his companion a few steps away from Yang Chen with lingering fear, and then said with a fierce look: "You are meddling in other people's business and seeking death. If you have the guts, just wait here."
Yang Chen didn't care about the threat of the two thieves. He slowly lit his second cigarette and said indifferently: "Okay, I'll wait here for half an hour."
The two thieves looked at each other, turned around and ran away.
Yang Chen kept his promise and actually waited at the roadside. An old man sweeping the road probably knew the details of the two thieves. He kindly reminded him to leave quickly after two times, but he laughed it off. The old man sighed helplessly and mumbled that the young man was angry.
Having a bad temper will eventually lead to loss.
Suffer?
Regardless of whether he is playing dirty or ruthless, Yang Chen has never suffered a loss in his life.
In just about ten minutes, the two thieves who had been messed up by Yang Chen called over a dozen people, half of them carrying iron and wooden clubs. The bald man walking in front of the crowd even carried a thick-edged machete.
aggressive.
The old man sweeping the street hurriedly pushed the cleaning truck away. Before leaving, he looked at Yang Chen with a look of hatred, seemingly convinced that Yang Chen would suffer a loss if he didn't listen to the old man's words.
Yang Chen laughed at the old man, slowly put out the cigarette butt, deep and calm, turned around and faced a dozen gangsters, who brazenly assassinated Republican defectors on the streets of Washington. The Washington police and CIA lost more than thirty people.
How could these scumbags fall into his eyes without even seeing what he looked like?
This gang of thugs actually had a bit of the underworld's professionalism. They didn't say anything when they met, but they started to fuck the guy. The bald man with a machete, with a ferocious look, swung the knife straight into the top of Yang Chen's head. The attack was ruthless and fast enough.
Yang Chen followed the knife and purposefully stepped closer to the bald man, avoiding the machete falling on his face. At the same time, he put his right hand around the back of the bald man's neck and pressed down hard.
Peng!
The bald man's burly body couldn't withstand the force of Yang Chen's push. He seemed to be knocked down by the huge force, and then fell to the side of the road. His ugly face was torn open and bleeding.
Yang Chen, who was looking at the six directions, did not stop at all for knocking down one person. He blocked casually with his left hand and exaggeratedly opened the side of the incoming hollow aluminum tube. Immediately afterwards, the stunned attacker was slightly beaten by Yang Chen.
However, he hit the front of the calf bone with a very domineering kick, causing him to kneel down suddenly. His brain was still sluggish, and he was slapped by Yang Chen, turned around and knocked him down.
Just a second or two.
Yang Chen knocked down two people in succession.
A series of actions, simple and quick yet revealing strength.
The rest of the people were stunned, but they attacked even more crazily. Yang Chen was like a phantom, moving in the narrow gap to fight back. Every time he took action, someone always fell down.
The sanitation man who had retreated to a distance beforehand looked on dumbfounded.
A few passers-by stopped and were as unbelievable as the old man. By the time some people reacted and wanted to take pictures with their mobile phones, the gorgeous show of one-on-one fighting with dozens of people had already come to an end. Even those who don’t believe in the magic of Chinese martial arts will definitely believe that Jet Li acted after witnessing this scene.
There is no exaggeration in modern kung fu movies, even the much-criticized "Dark Man".
I don’t know when the 110 patrol car happened to appear on the roadside. It wasn’t until the gangsters helped each other and stumbled away that the patrol policemen in the car recovered from this gorgeous drama. They opened the car door and gave chase. However, only two policemen were able to stop them.
The two of them and the rest of the people, birds and animals dispersed.
"Yang Zi, is it you?!"
A policeman put handcuffs on the gangster who was pressing him down. He turned around to see clearly the true face of the tough guy. He shouted in distress. It was such a familiar voice. Yang Chen frowned in surprise and took a closer look... This was not the tough guy from back then.
Hao Yong?
Brothers reunited.
Hao Yong rushed up and punched Yang Chen. He almost lost control of his emotions and complained loudly, "Yang Zi, you have been missing for five years and have not been heard from at all. My brothers are worried to death."
Yang Chen, who did not dodge or avoid a punch from Hao Yong, knew very well that this punch symbolized the irreplaceable brotherhood. Let alone one punch, he punched him ten times. He was also happy and said with a smile: "You kid will eventually take over from your father."
Lu, becoming a policeman, three generations of policemen, is a good story for us in Xinfeng."
"You're hurting me again. You don't understand me yet. I'm just messing around." Hao Yong calmed down and laughed. He carefully looked up and down at his former best friend. He felt more than before, and he couldn't explain it. He was puzzled.
Yu suddenly remembered the regimental commander who had reprimanded him in the army, and suddenly realized.
This is the temperament accumulated after experiencing countless life and death tests.
What did Yang Zi do all these years? Hao Yong was straight-tempered and couldn't help but ask Yang Chen. Yang Chen chuckled and said it was a secret. Hao Yong, who had also been a soldier, immediately understood and stopped asking about the details. He knew in his heart that Yang Zi had been missing for five years.
Years ago, he almost disappeared from the world. It was by no means as simple as serving as a soldier in the 38th Army.
The two gangsters were escorted into a police car.
Yang Chen made a formality note, made an appointment with Hao Yong on the time and place to meet in the evening, and watched the 110 patrol car drive away. In the patrol car, Hao Yong's colleague drove a long way away, still looking excited, and asked Hao Yong, "
Are you really your buddy? Can I learn Kung Fu from your master?"
"Go away, my brother doesn't accept disciples."
Hao Yong carelessly despised his colleagues, but in his heart he felt that Yang Zixiong was even more heroic than before, and he was looking forward to the future of his good brother. He firmly believed that the people he admired would never be mediocre.
