"Stop, you are not allowed to leave. You want to run away after committing murder and hurting others in broad daylight. I will never let you succeed." His father Wang Guodong shouted with a red face, and the honest man finally broke out.
If you don’t explode in silence, you will die in silence.
But dad, now is not the right time no matter how you look at it, you hit the wrong beat every time and every step of the way.
One hand held Wang Guodong tightly, and he looked back in surprise. It was his son Wang Yaocheng whose face was covered with blood, who stopped his impulse.
"Dad, let them go."
"Why?"
"Dad, this matter is not simple. I think they were instigated by others to cause trouble."
Wang Guodong hesitated for a moment and said, "Xiaocheng, what did you see?"
"I just feel that things happened very strangely. Every time there is a calm moment in major events, this is a critical moment for you. You can't make any mistakes. We can settle this account with them slowly, and we are not in a hurry."
Dad Wang Guodong understood immediately, and the anger that could not be hidden in his eyes faded slightly, and he said unwillingly: "But... this is too easy for them."
"It's not that I won't report it, the time has not yet come."
Wang Guodong stopped, looked at a group of street gangsters who ran a dozen meters away, gritted his teeth, and finally accepted his son Wang Yaocheng's advice.
"Wang Guodong, what are you doing? My son is about to be beaten to death. If you stand here without moving, are you a dead person?" My mother, Chen Xiulian, finally calmed down. Tears as big as beans flowed freely on her cheeks, with a look of sadness and anger.
Extremely.
Wang Yaocheng was speechless:
My dear mother, my son is fine, please don't cause trouble.
"I, I..."
His father Wang Guodong was in a dilemma.
Wang Yaocheng held on to his father's clothes tightly without relaxing at all. His ears had already heard the sound of the door upstairs. His elder brother Wang Yaoyang heard the noise downstairs and rushed downstairs like a whirlwind.
"Dad, stop me, brother. We will always stand for reason in this matter and must not be impulsive. Once a fight breaks out, what is reasonable will become unreasonable. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. We will eventually meet again. In the future, we will eventually have to pay for it with the profits.
Come back." Wang Yaocheng explained in a hurried tone.
You must stop the hot-tempered eldest brother Wang Yaoyang. There are many ways to get back the debt, but it is not worth paying a heavy price for it. Those are 15 years of golden time.
"Child, do you... still feel pain?"
After hearing what her son said, her mother Chen Xiulian asked with a choked voice.
Wang Yaocheng let go of his father's hand, turned around and hugged his mother, gently patting her back with his hands. He could still feel his mother Chen Xiulian's trembling body, unable to stop at all.
No matter how old they grow, children are always a mother's heart and soul, so how can they be allowed to be abused by outsiders?
"It's just some superficial injuries. It's scary to see the blood flowing. It's actually nothing. No muscles or bones were injured. Don't worry."
"Hurry to the hospital. I feel panic when I see the blood. My legs are weak. How much blood can flow like this. My mother's heart will be broken." Her mother, Chen Xiulian, is really heartbroken.
"I can't go to the hospital yet. I fainted in a while. Mom, please call the police immediately and we will handle this matter through formal procedures."
After taking a breath, Wang Yaocheng continued: "Try to turn bad things into good things so that old guy Ma Guangyuan can't get off the stage. His appearance is too ugly."
Well!
The eldest mother, Chen Xiulian, was so open-mouthed that her brain had obviously failed to keep up with Wang Yaocheng's pace, and tears as big as peas were still flowing down her face.
Father Wang Guodong, who was standing behind him, looked surprised and looked at his youngest son with bright eyes. He completely understood what he was thinking and praised his son's actions very much.
As a member of the system, Wang Guodong is well aware of the powerful relationship:
The two families were quarreling over trivial matters, and it was hard to tell who was right and who was wrong. Even when the leaders of the work unit went to the quarrel, they each slapped them with 50 points, which in vain tarnished the impression and was not worth the loss.
Ma Peng and his gang came to make trouble and brazenly injured people in broad daylight, which is of a serious nature. This is an act of hooligans causing trouble and is illegal from any angle.
In 1991, violating public order, provoking quarrels, molesting women, fighting, disturbing public order, etc., all fell into the category of hooligan crimes. This was a broad pocket crime, and anything could be included in it.
Mr. Chi Zhiqiang, a popular male singer in the 1980s, was sentenced for gangsterism. After he was released from prison, the song "Tears Behind Bars" became a popular song that touched people's hearts and became his most representative work. It was so popular that he had no friends.
.
The song goes:
Iron doors, iron windows, iron chains
Holding my hand on the iron window, I looked outside
How wonderful life is outside!
When will I return to my home?
…
As the saying goes: words are the voice of the heart, and songs are used to recite aspirations.
This song "Tears Behind Bars" written by Chi Zhiqiang himself, composed by himself, and sung by himself, can be said to be a masterpiece that tortures the soul and touches the depths of the soul.
Because he has rich life experience, every word in his plain lyrics touches people's hearts and contains the power to move people's hearts.
Many years later, whenever someone mentions Mr. Chi Zhiqiang's works, the first impression that comes to mind is the classic "Tears Behind Bars", which has formed its own unique artistic style.
There is also the famous song "Sorrow, Sorrow" that is popular all over the country:
Worry, worry, worry makes your head turn white
Since I parted from you
I'll live in the prison building
Tears can't stop flowing
Can't stop flowing down
I have a two-foot-eight sign hanging around my neck.
Take me around in the streets and alleys
I'm holding a steamed bun in my hand.
There's not a drop of oil in the dish
Life in prison is so painful
Take it one step at a time...
At that time, this song was popular all over the country. Whether it was adults or children, young girls or steady cadres, they would hum a few lines when they were in a happy mood:
Holding the steamed buns in my hand, there is not a drop of oil in the dish...
In this era, the crime of picking quarrels and provoking troubles was not yet known. Generally, street gangsters causing trouble were treated as hooligans, and depending on the circumstances of the case, they could be sentenced to death.
It was not until the Criminal Law was revised in 1997 that the crime of hooliganism was deleted and replaced by the four crimes of picking quarrels and provoking trouble, forced molestation, insulting women and children, and gathering a crowd for lewdness, completely canceling this broad pocket crime.
Depending on the severity of the injured person's injuries, the police station may have different handling methods, such as mediation, admonishment, recording, detention or even arrest and sentencing.
During the conflict between the two parties, if my family members fought back under such circumstances, even if they only raised a finger, they would not be justified, and the nature of the case would completely change.
No matter what the reason is, the nature of the case has turned into a fight between the two parties, and the internal differences cannot be ignored.
His father Wang Guodong knew this completely, so he looked at Wang Yaocheng with eyes filled with approval:
This child has grown up.
At this time,
I heard Wang Yaoyang yelling in a loud voice, rushing down from the stairs like a gust of wind. When he looked up and saw Wang Yaocheng's bloody head, he couldn't help but froze:
"What's going on? Someone knocked on my door as soon as I woke up. Oops...little brother, you've been slapped!"
"Guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no prize." Wang Yaocheng responded with a wry smile.
"Wow... grass!"
Wang Yaoyang understood instantly, and immediately exploded like a firecracker. With angry eyes, he looked around in the corridor for anyone who could take advantage of him: "What a brave bitch, a bunch of green-skinned things, I skinned them alive."
Skin."
"Stop, what do you want to do?" His father Wang Guodong stood in front of him with a majestic expression.
"Dad! I... don't stop me. I'm going to break the legs of these green-skinned bastards today. I don't believe it. I'll fight anyone who stops me today."
Wang Yaoyang was so angry that he couldn't bear the bad breath.
He wielded a wall-breaking ax next to him with murderous intent, and was ready to catch up and violently attack the opponent.
Although there are more than ten people in Ma Peng's gang, Wang Yaoyang doesn't take it to heart at all. His strong body is 1.85 meters tall. After four years of training as a soldier, he can easily deal with a few Qingpi Street gangsters.
"What do you want to do? Put down the ax for me. What problem can you solve? They have broken the law, and there are laws to punish them. You have been a soldier for several years and you have been blind. You haven't gotten rid of your bad temper. If you really get hurt.
If you kill someone, can you run away?"
"Dad, get out of the way. I'm going to bleed these bastards. If anything goes wrong, I'll take care of it myself. My little brother was beaten by them. I want them to pay the price. No one can go back intact today."
"What a bastard. If something happens, can you afford it? You are not allowed to go." His father, Wang Guodong, blocked the entrance to the corridor like a doorkeeper, his expression becoming more and more stern.
Father's power is still there
The eldest brother Wang Yaoyang really didn't dare to push his father away. Seeing a group of green-skinned bastards running away, he was so angry that the veins on his forehead popped out: "Dad, what the hell are you doing to stop me from doing this?"
What?"
"Brother..."
Wang Yaocheng shouted in a low voice, and his body slowly fell to the ground, with a painful look on his face.
"Brother, how are you injured? Can you hold on?"
The eldest brother Wang Yaoyang was startled, and he hurriedly threw away the sharp ax in his hand, stepped over in three steps, and looked at Wang Yaocheng anxiously.