After work, it was already twelve o'clock at night. In order to thank his colleagues for their help, Liu Ziguang invited them to have a supper. They were all young men with no family background. Hearing this, he changed his uniform and got into Liu Ziguang's car. Went to the night market stalls to eat barbecue.
The food stalls in the night market are located on the edge of Gaotupo in the shantytown. During the day, there are dilapidated roads. At night, there are dozens of Malatang, mutton skewers, and home-cooked vegetable stalls. It is very lively.
Nowadays, urban people have rich and colorful nightlife, and late-night snacks are indispensable. Those who are half drunk in bars, tired of PK in Internet cafes, and those who are off night shift all like to go to night market food stalls to continue the hour, which also creates The prosperity of the night market gradually dissipated after it was open every day until the early hours of the morning, leaving only disposable chopsticks, slop, vomit and urine stains scattered all over the floor.
The barbecue stall that Liu Ziguang and the others went to is called "Authentic", which is quite famous in this area. The mutton skewers are plentiful and the price is cheap . Dogs, so business is particularly good.
The four off-duty security guards picked a low table that looked fairly flat, and each sat down on a small mat. Wang Zhijun seemed to be a regular customer, so he didn't need to look at the menu, and directly said to the dirty boy who came to greet him: " One catty of meat, two catties of baked buns, eight stinky dried meats, four bottles of beer, hurry up."
The little guy sniffed his nose and asked disdainfully: "Do you want some kidney, lamb balls, pomfret, ham sausage?"
Wang Zhijun shook his head like a rattle: "No more, if you don't have enough, order more."
The business of mutton kebabs is small and profitable, and it relies on the profiteering products such as mutton balls, kidneys, and ham sausages to make money. Seeing how shabby these few people are, the little guy didn't say much. He put a ballpoint pen behind his ear and pointed it at the bottom of the shed. The master chef shouted: "Table No. 7, a catty of meat!"
"Wait a minute." Liu Ziguang stopped the boy, picked up the menu and browsed through it, and said, " What kind of kidney, sheep eye, sheep ball, sheep whip, lamb ribs and ribs, as you see, eight servings, four catties of meat, and barrels of beer Is it?"
The boy's eyes lit up: "Yes! Fresh draft beer costs 80 yuan a barrel."
"Two barrels of draft beer."
"Brother Liu, the four of us can't eat that much," Wang Zhijun said.
"The four big men can't eat this little meat. I'm treating you today, and the brothers let go. "
Hearing this, Wang Zhijun was relieved, and the other two honest security guys also grinned.
After a while, a few stainless steel plates were served, and a large number of meat skewers exuded the aroma of cumin and chili powder. A whole barrel of draft beer was brought over, and four hungry men raised large beer glasses and clinked together : "Cheers!" Immediately, snow-white foam and orange liquid overflowed.
While drinking happily, a dozen or so trendy young people walked out of an Internet cafe with neon lights in the distance. The young ones were fifteen or sixteen, and the big ones were seventeen or eighteen . There are all kinds of colors, and there are two little sisters with heavy makeup mixed in.
The punks swaggered into the tunnel, put together four tables, and sat down in a crowd. The boys took off their shirts, revealing their thin and bare spines . With a large section of snow white exposed, he took out a cigarette from the boy's cigarette case and smoked, fought and fought, exaggerated screaming and unscrupulous laughing and cursing from time to time.
Liu Ziguang was listening to Wang Zhijun bragging about his glorious history as an airborne soldier in the 16th Army, but he was interrupted by these young people when he heard the excitement. Say, "Tell the kids, keep your voice down."
The boy stared wide-eyed, looked at Liu Ziguang in disbelief, walked straight to the table, and said something to a cool handsome guy in a shiny jacket sitting in the middle.
In an instant, the group of people fell silent, the punks turned their heads coldly to look at Liu Ziguang and the others, and some of them reached out and grabbed the beer bottles.
Wang Zhijun and others found that the situation was wrong, and quietly grabbed the little maza under their buttocks. They were on duty in the community and couldn't fight, but it didn't matter outside.
Liu Ziguang continued to drink his wine as if nothing had happened. The cool guy in red on the opposite side gave Liu Ziguang a look, shook his orange hair, and said something in a low voice . The sound was louder than before.
Wang Zhijun breathed a long sigh of relief, and said to Liu Ziguang, " These little ruffians don't want to fight to their death, it's better not to provoke them."
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Liu Ziguang smiled, didn't say anything, the four of them moved the table a little away from the group of young people, and then continued to eat and drink.
Two barrels of ten liters of draft beer, large plastic beer cups, let go of the amount and drank heavily. After a while, several people became unwell .
The other two colleagues also stood up and said, "We can't hold back anymore, let's go together."
The three went to the back of the flower bed on the opposite side of the road to relieve pressure. At this time, four people got out of a Poussin car without a license plate that had been parked on the side of the road. They were all wearing sneakers and baseball caps with the brims pressed down. , with his hands behind his back, pinching a long strip wrapped in newspaper.
With Liu Ziguang's back facing the road, he still poured his own drink. The four men walked quickly and quickly came to his back. Without saying a word, they drew out the sharp knife on their backs and struck Liu Ziguang on the back of the head.
Although Liu Ziguang didn't look back, he had already heard their footsteps. The long knife came down with the sound of the wind. He just turned his head slightly and dodged it . The steel bars are ground from tricycle spokes and are extremely sharp.
With a puff, the steel bar pierced the attacker's right eye. Immediately, the long knife was released from his hand, covering his eyes and screaming . The other three had also been on the road for a long time. He struck at Liu Ziguang.
Liu Ziguang was fighting three against one, and his position was not messed up at all. First, he went up to meet the biggest guy, dodged his machete, and hit the guy with a right uppercut on the temple . He fell down without saying a word.
Before the other two could react, Liu Ziguang had already stepped forward and kicked them both in the face twice. Even the bastards sitting in the distance could hear the sound of bones breaking, and the two of them did not say a word. He fell down without a word, lying on the ground with one leg still twitching.
Liu Ziguang clapped his hands, continued to sit down to drink and eat meat, raised his glass and suddenly turned his head, raised his glass to the dumbfounded gangsters at the table, nodded and smiled.
The punks turned their heads back in unison, not daring to make any more noise.
After Wang Zhijun and the others finished draining the water, they pulled the zipper and walked over. When they saw four people lying on the ground, they couldn't help being startled: "Brother Liu, what's going on?"
Liu Ziguang smiled faintly, walked up to the meat skewer stall owner, dropped a wad of money and said, " I'm sorry."
The middle-aged boss was smoking a cigarette, and the machete for cutting mutton kept stopping in his hand, "Go, you're fine. "
"Thank you." Liu Ziguang turned around and walked away, pulling three stunned colleagues away.
Walking on the road, Wang Zhijun, still in shock, asked, "Brother Liu, did someone die? What's wrong? "
Liu Ziguang said unhurriedly: "I have a sense of proportion in my hands. I can't kill anyone. Besides, I count it as self-defense. They tried to kill someone, so I dare not report the crime."
Only then did Wang Zhijun and the others feel relieved.
After sending the three of them home, Liu Ziguang went to the candy bar as soon as he turned the steering wheel. He didn't need to think about it to know that Sun Wei had hired the swordsman, but he didn't expect this kid to be very ruthless, and he would kill someone for such a trivial matter. If you don't deal with him, you won't be able to sleep at ease in the future.
When he came to the bar, he found that the lights were dark inside, the shutter door was closed, and there was no car at the door. It seemed that Sun Wei had already received the wind and fled overnight for fear that Liu Ziguang would come to retaliate.
Sun Wei ran away, but Liu Ziguang didn't recruit. After all, he just came back, and he had no social foundation at all. He was blind to the intricate underworld relations in this city, and couldn't figure out the way.
After two rounds of driving, Liu Ziguang drove home, passing by all kinds of ghosts and ghosts. It was already four o'clock in the morning, and there was no one on the street, and the diners at the food stall had also dispersed. Ready to go home and rest. Liu Ziguang parked the car on the side of the road, and came down to take a look. Under the dim street lights, the remaining blood was gone. The boy was washing the floor with a plastic basin and a broken mop. At this time, the boy looked at Liu Ziguang again. , has brought a little reverence.
"Boss, I'm sorry." Liu Ziguang flicked a cigarette over.
The middle-aged boss looked up and smiled, with an old scar on his face: "Small things, common."
"Where are those boys?"
"Get up and go."
"Didn't call the police?"
"I'm going to call the police. These guys are from the Northeast when they hear their accents. They might have something on them. How dare they call the police?"
Hearing this, Liu Ziguang was completely relieved. He was not worried about himself, but mainly worried about his parents being sad.
The boss seemed to have been fooling around before, but seeing his indifferent appearance 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 stuffed buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk morning paper, served the elders after breakfast, and started cleaning again. 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.
The high soil slope is still the same high soil slope. Except that it is more dilapidated than eight years ago, there is almost no change. Outside the small earthen building that was built indiscriminately, wires are being pulled indiscriminately, sewage is flowing across the roadside, and small advertisements are plastered on the walls. , and even the bicycle repair stall at the street still exists.
"Uncle Guo, a new dog." Liu Ziguang greeted the old man who repaired the car affectionately, and walked over slowly.
Before I knew it, I walked near my alma mater. There were three dilapidated snooker cases on the side of the road. The dark green surface was already mottled. Two or three unemployed youths were holding clubs and smoking cigarettes, bored playing.
Liu Ziguang wandered over, saw the billiards case and 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 called out tentatively.
"Huh? You know me?" Liu Ziguang looked him up and down.
"It's really you! I'm handsome, we belong to the same compound." The young man shouted with joy, " Yesterday I wondered why you look so similar. It's really you, brother."
Liu Ziguang also patted his head and suddenly realized: "I remember, that little boy with a snotty nose in Uncle Bei's house, and he wets the bed all the time, handsome Bei!"