Diagonally across from the Ninth Middle School, there is a row of large bungalows. There is a big sign on the three conjoined rooms that reads "Guangming Billiards Hall". The smoke inside is like a fairyland.
The billiard table in the back was crowded with people. A boy with a middle score had a cigarette in his ear and a cigarette in his mouth. He was sticking his butt out and aiming at the last black 8.
Behind the young man is a young man with a scar on his face and a mess of fireworks burning on his wrist. This man is called Lao Scar, and he is a leper.
The climate in the north is cold, and indoor entertainment projects are popular. Billiard halls, game halls, video halls, and dance halls are the safe havens of the unemployed in this era.
The youngest member of the Tie family, Iron Hammer, has been a different kind of person since he was a child. Just like his name, he has a lump of iron and can chisel whatever he catches. He is strong, capable of destroying, and has a strong skin.
Lao Tie once beat this kid 5 times a day. At that time, parents had no time to practice beating their children with their bare hands. They used belts, sticks, shoe soles, broomsticks, etc. They just grabbed whatever they could.
If this were to change to future generations, Kuaishou and Douyin would post some videos of Da Zhuang being beaten, and Lao Tie Jue would join a family and become an Internet celebrity. Da Zhuang would have to attract followers every day.
This is just like training to fight against a beating. Tie Shui entered the pit at the age of three. When he was ten years old, he was crossing the same age group and his body was getting stronger and stronger. People in the factory compound called him Da Zhuang.
Tie Jun is the only person who makes Da Zhuang feel guilty. He has been fighting with Da Zhuang for ten years without any regrets. In Da Zhuang's heart, Tie Jun, his elder brother, is as tall as a mountain.
I don’t know when Da Zhuang started playing in the billiards hall. Soon, he became famous and got the title of the king of rough shots. Watching Da Zhuang play, all the sounds are popping. In one word, it’s great!
Those who often hang out in billiard halls and don't sharpen their fingers are just like playing mahjong, with no winnings and no chance of playing.
Today, Da Zhuang and Lao Scar got into a case because of their boss. Lao Scar lost miserably and was on the verge of becoming desperate.
"Da Zhuang, it's almost done, Beenima has the money to kill you!"
Well, now I started talking and biting people in the butt. Unfortunately, I didn’t find the right person. Da Zhuang is a tame donkey, and choking on the stubble doesn’t work.
"Old Scar, don't brag like me, is it just you?"
"Snapped!"
Black 8 fell into the pocket, he turned around, took out a few big unity cards from the coffee table, and stuffed them into his trouser pocket.
"Da Zhuang, if you dare to fight a big one, you can win 2 out of 3 games for 500 yuan."
Lao Scar has already lost 300, and he has lost all control over his face. He wants to make back his money and still earn 200.
"I'm not that greedy, let's leave it at that for today!"
Da Zhuang threw the club on the case, gave Lao Scar a white look, and thought to himself, just give it up when it's good, why do you not understand this when you come out to fool around?
"If I lose, I'll give you 500. If you lose, give me 300 back!"
Lao Scar stretched out his hand to hold Da Zhuang. Da Zhuang turned around, stared at Lao Scar twice, and said with a smile: "Old Scar, I can't afford to lose. I'll give you 300 back. Don't embarrass yourself here!"
"I'm a coward. If you don't want to play, just say no..."
"Swing the ball!"
Da Zhuang's face turned cold. If grandma hadn't just passed away and didn't want to cause trouble, he would have punched her by now. Since you are seeking death, I will give you a ride.
After the ball was placed, Lao Ba sat on the sofa and whistled at Da Zhuang, signaling the kickoff.
"Old Scar, listen to the noise. If there is one who is silent, I will lose!"
Da Zhuang shook his head and started violently. The ball rolled around and a big flower fell into the bag. Then the popping sound kept coming. In the blink of an eye, there was still number 14, but the white ball was blocked by yellow 1.
When Lao Scar saw that the cue ball was blocked, he grinned, patted the armrest of the sofa, and wanted to get up.
"Snapped!"
A beautiful jump ball, the white ball bounced on the table, and No. 14 was pocketed.
"Eager chicken feathers!"
Da Zhuang gave Lao Scar a white look, and then made another violent move, "Pa!", and Black 8 fell into the pocket.
Lao Scar's face was pitch black, and his case was covered with colorful trumpet balls that pierced his eyes.
"You're so awesome, why didn't you notice it before?"
"That's because you have bad eyesight!"
Da Zhuang rubbed the tip of the club without raising his head. Lao Ba suddenly stood up and walked over to wait for the club to open.
Da Zhuang's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything. The winner was the winner of the game. Lao Scar was so worried about losing that he didn't want to lose face.
With good luck, the ball went wide and Lao Ba scored several goals in a row. He was in a good mood and whistled.
Soon, there was only one black 8 left, which was still on the bottom pocket. Lao Scar chuckled and said, "Hey!"
"Grass mud horse!"
Lao Scar punched the case and cursed.
But I was lucky. After all, I was a veteran, and I was used to attacking and defending together. The white ball hid behind the black 8, and it was very close. The jump ball would definitely be useless.
Da Zhuang circled around the case, smoothed the tip of the gun again with the "chocolate powder" in his hand, took out an embroidered handkerchief from his pocket, folded it into a square, and placed it on the lower right side of the white ball.
"What do you mean?"
Lao Scar looked at Da Zhuang in confusion, why did he even wear a handkerchief?
"It's boring!"
Da Zhuang smiled faintly, and suddenly, with a "whoosh", the club rushed down and plunged.
"Snapped!"
The white ball drew a strange arc, bypassing the black 8, and a target ball fell into the pocket. The club head was stuck on the handkerchief, and a green dot appeared, making it even more dazzling.
Soon, Black 8 was left again. Da Zhuang turned around, glanced at Lao Scar standing behind him, and said with a smile: "If you have a gun in your hand, you will seal your throat, hahaha!"
"Chi!"
"I go!"
The moment the club was pushed out, Da Zhuang felt his anus tighten, and he also pushed the club in his hand to the side, and Lao Ba smiled mischievously.
In this poor place in the Northeast, if you can do something, no one will make a fuss. Da Zhuang is definitely one of them.
The scene was instantly chaotic. Da Zhuang rode Lao Scar and dealt a lot of damage. Unfortunately, the referee did not stop him and declared KO.
The boss, Jia Guangming, rushed over with the waiter, and it took a lot of effort to pull the two apart. Lao Scar finally got up, with a nosebleed.
"Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang! Give me some face, I'll give you this money!"
Jia Guangming jumped up and down while hugging him. He was so strong that he couldn't get enough of it. He turned around and shouted to Lao Scar: "Old Scar, you are a bitch, you can't afford to play with your mother, so why don't you tease your mother? Get out of here, do you hear me?"
Lao Scar wiped the blood from his face and when he saw Jia Guangming's eyes blinking rapidly, he took a sip and pointed at his big nose.
"Da Zhuang, your mother, please remember, don't even think about going to this high school."
"Fuck you, it's hard to say whether your young master will be able to go to school or not. Threatening me with this, what's wrong with you?"
"Haha, I'm not convinced yet, Third Brother, keep cutting!"
Da Zhuang and his two kowtows are very angry. Let alone your old scar, even if Brother Biao comes, you have to light a cigarette for them "three sticks" before talking about things.
The second child I’m talking to is called Tiger, who also has a black pimple. He practices triathlon in school, and his father is the coach of the school sports team.
The third child is called Liu Meng, he is small-handed and a member of the city's youth shooting team. The eldest brother is the leader of the shooting team.
The eldest brother was a big boy, and he managed to get through junior high school by running and jumping. He also became the captain of the sports team. The three sports guys hung out together every day. After a long time, they got the title of "Three Sticks".
Da Zhuang had a three-in and three-out situation in junior high school, but his godfather was the principal. Why Da Zhuang had this godfather will be discussed later. Let’s talk about the matter at hand first.
As soon as the third brother heard what the second brother said, a black 8 hit him, hitting the center of Old Scar with blood spurting out, and he fell to the ground again with a whoosh.
"Mengzi! Give me some face, I have no control over whether you live or die after leaving this door!"
With a guiding light, Liu Meng nodded and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, brother, we got angry. This kid has a grudge against us for a long time. Okay, let's go practice outside!"
"Okay, my grandma just passed away, and I don't want to cause any more trouble to the family. Lao Scar, the three sticks are waiting for you, you can save your life today. Second child, third child, let him go!"
Da Zhuang finally gained control, pulled his neck and roared. The tiger glared at Lao Scar who got up again and cursed: "Still still!"
Lao Scar had a dark face and said nothing. He looked back at the three burnt fireworks handles, mentally reviewed their sisters, and then lowered his head and squeezed out.
"boom!"
The door burst open, and Tie Jun rushed in. His face was as pale as if he had smoked a cigarette. Coupled with the hospital gown stuck to his body and a red belt tied around his waist, Lao Scar was really shocked.
When he saw clearly that it was the cowardly boss of the Tie family, Lao Scar rolled his eyes, suddenly reached out and pinched Tie Jun's neck.
"Da Zhuang, if you want your brother to be fine, you can pay me back 300 yuan. You know what kind of person I am. The worst I can do is go in and squat for half a year."
"Brother? Why did you come here if you didn't keep your fever at home? You... ran away from the hospital?"
When Da Zhuang saw it was his eldest brother, he became angry first. Then when he saw Tie Jun wearing a hospital gown, he thought his condition was serious and became even more anxious.
"I...ahem...come to save you...ahem!"
Tie Jun was so annoyed and exhausted. He was caught up in such a scene. How could he be a rescuer? He was an undercover agent!