It was already twelve o'clock at night after work. In order to thank several colleagues for their help, Liu Ziguang invited them to have a late-night snack. They were all young men without family burdens. Upon hearing this, he was overjoyed and changed out of his uniform and got into Liu Ziguang's car.
Went to the night market food stalls for barbecue.
Nowadays, urbanites have a rich and colorful nightlife, and late-night snacks are even more indispensable. Those who are half-drunk in bars, tired of playing games in Internet cafes, and those who work the night shift all like to go to the night market food stalls to continue the hour. This has also created
The prosperity of the night market gradually dissipated after being open until early morning every day, leaving only disposable chopsticks, swill, vomit and urine stains everywhere on the floor.
The four off-duty security guards chose a low table that looked fairly flat, and each sat down with a small mat. Wang Zhijun seemed to be a regular visitor, so he didn't even need to look at the menu and directly said to the dirty little boy who came to greet him: "
One pound of meat, two pounds of baked buns, eight stinky dried buns, and four bottles of beer, hurry up."
The waiter sniffed and asked disdainfully: "Would you like some kidneys, lamb balls, pomfret, ham sausage or something?"
Wang Zhijun shook his head like a rattle: "No more, please order more if it's not enough."
The business of mutton kebabs is a small profit, and it relies on hugely profitable products such as lamb balls, kidneys, and ham sausages to make money. Seeing how shabby these guys were, the young man didn't say much, put his ballpoint pen behind his ear, and pointed under the shed.
The master chef shouted: "Table No. 7, one pound of meat!"
"Wait a minute." Liu Ziguang stopped the waiter, picked up the menu and browsed through it and said: "What about kidneys, lamb eyes, lamb balls, lamb whip, lamb chops and ribs? I'll order eight portions, four kilograms of meat, and barrels of beer."
What?"
The waiter's eyes lit up: "Yes! Fresh draft beer, eighty yuan a barrel."
"Two barrels of draft beer."
"Brother Liu, the four of us can't eat that much," Wang Zhijun said.
"Can't four grown men eat this little meat? I'm treating you today, so let the brothers go free."
After hearing this, Wang Zhijun felt relieved, and the other two honest security guys also grinned.
After a while, several stainless steel plates were brought over, with large amounts of meat skewers exuding the aroma of cumin and chili powder. A barrel of draft beer was brought over, and four hungry men raised their large beer glasses and clinked them together.
: "Cheers!" Suddenly, snow-white foam and yellow liquid overflowed.
While I was having a good time drinking, a dozen young people dressed in trendy fashion walked out from the neon-lit Internet cafe in the distance. They were young people in their mid-teens and sixteens, and some in their mid-teens and eighteens. They were all dressed in drop-crotch trousers, sneakers, and tight tops, with their hair on their heads.
There are all kinds of colors, and there are also two little girls wearing heavy makeup.
The gangsters swaggered into the tunnel, put four tables together, and sat down around them. The boys took off their shirts, revealing their thin backs, and the girls sat on small pony tops, revealing their low-waisted trousers.
A large section of snow-white, the boy took out a cigarette from his cigarette case and puffed away smoke, playing and making noises, exaggerated screams and unbridled laughter and curses from time to time.
Liu Ziguang was listening to Wang Zhijun bragging about his glorious history as an airborne soldier in the Sixteenth Army. His interest was interrupted by these young people. He frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed the boy who had just brought the meat skewers, and said to him
Said: "Tell those kids to keep their voices down."
The waiter's eyes widened and he looked at Liu Ziguang in disbelief. He walked straight to the table and said something to a handsome guy wearing a shiny jacket sitting in the middle.
In an instant, the group of people all fell silent. The gangsters turned their heads to look at Liu Ziguang and the others coldly. Some of them even reached out and grabbed the beer bottles.
Wang Zhijun and others realized that something was wrong, and quietly grabbed Xiao Maza under the bed. They were not allowed to fight while on duty in the community, but it didn't matter outside.
Liu Ziguang continued to drink his wine as if nothing had happened. The cool guy in red across from him glared at Liu Ziguang, shook his head with orange highlights, and whispered something. The gangsters turned around and continued to laugh, eat and drink.
The sound was louder than before.
Wang Zhijun was relieved, let out a long breath, and said to Liu Ziguang: "These little ruffians are fighting for their lives, so it's better to mess with them less."
Liu Ziguang smiled and said nothing. The four of them moved the table a little further away from the group of young people and continued eating and drinking.
There were two ten-liter barrels of draft beer and large plastic beer cups. They drank as much as they could. After a while, several people felt uncomfortable. Wang Zhijun held his stomach and said, "I can't do it anymore. I have to go and take a rest."
The other two colleagues also stood up and said, "We can't hold it in anymore, let's go together."
The three of them went to relieve stress behind the flower bed across the road. At this time, four people got out of an unlicensed Poussin car parked on the roadside. They were all wearing travel shoes and baseball caps with the brim of the hat low.
, with his hands behind his back, holding a long object wrapped in newspaper.
Liu Ziguang had his back to the road, still pouring himself a drink. The four men walked very quickly and quickly came up behind him. Without saying a word, they drew out the sharp blades behind them and struck Liu Ziguang in the back of the head.
Although Liu Ziguang didn't look back, he had already heard their footsteps. The long knife struck down with the sound of wind. He just turned his head slightly and dodged. He already had a steel bar for skewering mutton in his hand.
The steel bars are ground from tricycle spokes and are extremely sharp.
With a bang, the steel bar pierced the attacker's right eye. He immediately took off the knife, covered his eyes and screamed. The other three people had also been hanging out on the road for a long time. When they saw their companions injured, they did not panic. Instead, they became more fierce and waved the sharp weapons in their hands.
Attack Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang was one against three, and his position was not messed up at all. He went up to the biggest guy first, ducked to avoid his machete, and hit the guy with a right uppercut on the temples. The 180-meter-high big man,
He just fell down without saying a word.
Before the other two people could react, Liu Ziguang had already stepped forward and kicked them both in the face with two whip kicks. Even the gang of bastards sitting far away could hear the sound of broken bones, and the two of them were silent.
He fell down with a groan, and his legs were still twitching as he lay there.
Liu Ziguang clapped his hands and continued to sit down to drink and eat meat. He raised his glass and suddenly turned his head, raised his glass to the table of dumbfounded gangsters, nodded and smiled.
The gangsters all turned their heads away, not daring to make any more noise.
Wang Zhijun and the others finished draining the water, pulled the zipper and walked over. They were startled when they saw four people lying on the ground: "Brother Liu, what's going on?"
Liu Ziguang smiled faintly, walked to the owner of the meat skewers stall, dropped a stack of money and said, "Sorry."
The middle-aged boss was smoking a cigarette and kept cutting the mutton with the machete in his hand, "You can go ahead, it's okay."
"Thank you." Liu Ziguang turned around and walked away with his three stunned colleagues.
Walking on the road, Wang Zhijun, who was still in shock, asked: "Brother Liu, is someone killed? How should we deal with it?"
Liu Ziguang said calmly: "I have a sense of control and cannot kill anyone. Besides, I am acting in self-defense. They attempted murder, so I don't dare to report the case."
Wang Zhijun and others felt relieved.
After sending the three of them home, Liu Ziguang turned the steering wheel and headed to the candy bar. He didn't need to think twice to know that the knifeman was hired by Sun Wei. He didn't expect that this kid was very cunning. He would kill someone for such a trivial matter. Otherwise, he would be killed.
, I will not feel at ease sleeping in the future.
When he arrived at the door of the bar, he found that it was dark, the rolling shutter door was closed, and there was no car at the door. It seemed that Sun Wei had gotten wind of the situation and fled overnight for fear that Liu Ziguang would come to retaliate.
Sun Wei ran away, and Liu Ziguang didn't do anything. After all, he had just come back and had no social foundation at all. He had no clue about the complex underworld relations in this city.
After driving around for two times, Liu Ziguang drove home, passing by all kinds of things by accident. It was already four o'clock in the morning, there was not a single pedestrian on the street, the diners at the food stalls had also dispersed, and the boss was clearing away sundries from the tent stove.
Ready to go home and rest.
Liu Ziguang parked the car on the side of the road and took a few glances. Under the dim street light, the remaining blood stains were gone. The boy was washing the floor with a plastic basin and a broken mop. At this time, the young man looked at Liu Ziguang again.
, already with a little bit of reverence.
"Boss, I'm sorry." Liu Ziguang threw a cigarette over.
The middle-aged boss raised his head and smiled, with an old scar clearly visible on his face: "It's a small thing, common."
"Where are those boys?"
"Get up and leave by yourself."
"Didn't call the police?"
"You even called the police. These boys' accents sound like they're from the Northeast. They might have something wrong with them. How dare you call the police?"
After hearing this, Liu Ziguang was completely relieved. He was not worried about himself, but mainly worried about his parents being sad.
This boss seemed to have been around before, but seeing his indifferent look and not wanting to talk to Liu Ziguang, Liu Ziguang nodded and drove away.
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The next morning, Liu Ziguang got up early, bought steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and soy milk for the morning newspaper, served his elders breakfast, and then started cleaning.
After coaxing the two elders to go out happily, Liu Ziguang also pulled on his slippers and went out. After eight years away from home, he wanted to take a good look at the changes in his hometown.
Gaotupo is still the same Gaotupo. Apart from being more dilapidated than it was eight years ago, there are almost no changes. Outside the small earthen buildings built haphazardly, there are wires hanging randomly, sewage flowing across the roadside, and the walls are covered with small advertisements.
, even the bicycle repair stall at the corner of the street still exists.
"Uncle Guo, you have a new dog." Liu Ziguang greeted the old car repairman affectionately and walked over slowly.
Unknowingly, I walked near my alma mater. There were three old snooker tables on the roadside. The dark green surface was mottled. There were two or three unemployed young people holding clubs and smoking cigarettes, bored.
playing.
Liu Ziguang wandered over, and when he saw the billiards case, he couldn't help but want to play a few games. Suddenly, a cool guy in a red T-shirt walked out of the bungalow on the roadside. He was the boss of the gang of gangsters last night.
"Liu Ziguang?" The young man in red shouted tentatively.
"Huh? Do you know me?" Liu Ziguang looked him up and down.
"It's really you! My handsome boy, we live in the same compound." The young man shouted with great joy, "Yesterday I was wondering, why do we look so similar? It's really you, brother."
Liu Ziguang also patted his head and suddenly realized: "I remember, Uncle Bei's little kid with a snotty nose and always wet the bed, Bei Xiaoshuai!"