Drunken Master

When Pei Yan returned to the subway station again, she was holding an exquisite square box in her hand, which was a paper cake box.Get off the platform, take the bus, get on the platform, and climb the stairs.

The stairs of the subway station are very wide, and when you get off work in the evening, the crowds are crowded.

Pei Yan put on a hat and walked in the crowd with her head down, being surrounded by the crowd passively.He stretched out his long legs and tried to squeeze through, holding the cake box high in his hand.This is just to make his brother Xiao happy, he really doesn't want to bother with others.He is very lazy.

Surrounded by a crowd of low-headed people, they moved dumbly on the steps like zombies. They all lowered their heads and swiped the screen, and they didn't notice any little fresh meat stars crowding the subway.There is no studio to deliberately pose for a photo, nor to inform the paparazzi in advance, Pei Yan complained in his heart, I can't even get a real "street photo", so other people's "encounter" and "street photos" How did you come here?

He stepped up the steps in a hurry, a little impatient, his body was still behind, his long legs wished he could reach more than two steps, "thumping", he accidentally stepped on some hard pole...

wow-

Uh--

Someone fell down right in front of his eyes, and he knew he was in trouble.He precisely stepped on the crutch of an old man who was on crutches, and didn't step on anyone, but the crutch tilted forward and brought the old man down.

"what!!!"

The lady in front yelled and was seriously frightened as the old man lunged forward and headfirst into the rear end of the lady higher up the steps.It was a terrible domino effect. One hand grabbed the lady's skirt, and then jumped forward and fell to the ground.Wow--the white light flashed, and the lady seemed to have lost her skirt completely, and she was gone...

Pei Yan slapped herself in the heart, it was too shameful.

He lowered his head, quickly picked up the old man, straightened his crutches, and quickly fled the scene of the accident.

The cake box was not damaged, luckily.

He ran away, turned sharply, and there was a flurry of flying behind him, and the two sides began to curse.The lady was crying, and the man who was with her was furious. She slapped the old man on the head...

Crying, pleading, arguing, scolding...

Old, shameless, stinky hooligan, why are you picking up girls' skirts! !

You are talking nonsense, whoever took off her skirt, I didn't even glance at her! !

Pei Yan poked her head out at the corner, speechless, guilty, and looked around.

A girl next to him walked by and took a deep look at him, as if she had recognized him, but she was wrapped up in the flow of people and left.

Then it really started to fight, the fists flew over, the crutches came back, and there was a ball.The subway police came here to catch the old hooligan...

I'm a little annoyed, I still have a disturbed conscience, or the domineering air in my body is inflated, and I feel that the man should not slip away like this.

Pei Yan kicked the wall with downcast eyes, turned around, and walked past the crowd: "Don't hit, don't hit, I just..."

He fended off the man's heavy punch, pushed him a foot away easily with all his strength, and then blocked the old man's mountain-splitting stick, his forearm went numb from the shock.This old man is always strong and vigorous, isn't he quite energetic?

"I accidentally bumped into the old man's crutch just now, knocked him down, and then bumped into the one in front... Sorry, I think it was a misunderstanding."

He explained.

"It's all accidental, don't hit me!"

He stopped in the middle to persuade the fight, and raised his hand to point to the man who was eager to try: Don't rush over, if you come over again, I will fight back.

The policeman who was on duty at the subway station all the year round glanced at the old guy and said, "Oh, it's you again? You've been around every day, what kind of trouble have you caused this time?"

The old guy said over and over again: "I didn't, I didn't cause trouble, and I was wronged!... Who touched her, is she easy to touch her..."

The old guy pointed at Pei Yan again: "The boy squeezed me, he, he bumped into me, he hurt me..."

A pair of gray eyes, as if covered with a cloudy black film, embedded in the deep eye sockets, many wrinkles intertwined messily.The pair of eyes made Pei Yan slightly taken aback, and the other party seemed to be taken aback too.An empty wine bottle, "Kang Dang", fell to the ground from the mess of clothes...

The woman was so angry that she wanted to report the crime to accuse her of obscenity, the police mediated, the old man defended, and there was a lot of noise... At this moment, it was hard for Pei Yan to say whether she regretted staying where she was so honestly, someone had already recognized him.

A boy came over and whispered, "Excuse me...are you Pei Yan?"

Pei Yan snorted: "Oh."

The boy stretched out a soft girl coin and a pen: "Is it possible to sign it? I signed it for my girlfriend. She is very fond of you."

The lady who had been crying and reporting the crime wiped her tears at this moment, and turned all her attention to him: "Are you Pei Yan who played "Su Qier"? Didn't you have plastic surgery? Are you really Pei Yan?!"

Many people onlookers raised their mobile phones, and Pei Yan knew in her heart that his face must be very embarrassed in the photo, and even a poor suit can't save his evil, charming, arrogant, arrogant and arrogant personality.Holding on to the stage, he pursed his lips and nodded: "I'm sorry, can I sign your name? Otherwise, let's forget about today's matter, it's all a misunderstanding, okay?"

"..."

Signing one is not over yet, the zombie men and women are alive one after another, they gather around and hand over their notebooks to ask for a lottery.

Comrade police let out a sigh of relief and solved the trouble without any effort, even if the mediation between the two of you was successful.

The man next to the lady involved is probably more annoyed than Mr. Pei at this moment, and the staring eyes at him must really want to hit him.The man first encountered "sexual harassment" by his girlfriend who accidentally lifted his skirt, and then his girlfriend met the boy idol he liked, and the sexual harassment was privately signed by the idol.

Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, the old man turned around silently and left the crowd.

Bending down to pick up the wine bottle, there was a "bang", fingers trembling slightly, footsteps swaying from side to side, the wine is still not awake yet.

The empty bottle is still kept as a treasure, and I may have to save money to sell it for more wine. When the uncle turned around, his shoulders were obviously raised and lowered, and his legs were longer and shorter...

Is this man a lame?disabled?

The crippled man glanced at Pei Yan, but didn't want to talk to him, he pushed aside the crowd and left quickly, climbing up the stairs.

Pei Yan quickly finished signing the book in front of her, fudged the people around her, and strode up the stairs...

After finally getting rid of the crowd, Pei Yan lowered the brim of his hat, and started to chase after him with big strides, staring at the figure in front of him.

The person in front actually slipped very fast, his movements were nimble, and he was so limping that he moved around in the crowd. The few steps he passed the corner of the wall almost escaped gravity, and he almost flew over the wall!Great man, just go to "Once Upon a Time" to play "Ghost Foot Seven"...

The subway station is dark and damp, and there are patches of wet marks under the walls in many places, which are urine stains.

Those who sell songs and those who make up stories and swindle money occupy one side of the aisle. Pei Yan stepped on it from the middle. He usually drives everywhere, and he rarely goes to such places. He is unfamiliar with the roads and feels in a daze.

At the end of the passage, light breaks into the view, and the flow of people up and down naturally diverts to both sides of the stairs.In the middle is an iron railing that separates the stairs.

Tired of being chased, the crippled man flew onto the iron railing and jumped over the group of people walking up the stairs.

"..."

Pei Yan held the cake box with one hand, took big strides and followed up, stepping on the iron railing.

The two of them seemed to be juggling, and to a certain extent, they were considered rivals. They both had a stubborn temper, and finally got into a small alley in a nearby residential area at the same time.

"Grandpa, wait a moment, don't run away and I'll ask you a word!" Pei Yan shouted.

"What are you chasing after, get out!" Cursed back, the uncle is also annoyed today.

"You keep running, I'm young anyway, I'm not tired, I'll wait for you to run tired today!" Pei Yan was not polite.

"Know who you are...don't chase after me!" The uncle turned around and yelled at him again.

"You know who I am and you still run away? If you don't run away, it will be over!" Uncle Pei is also used to being arrogant, so he is not afraid of being as arrogant as him.

The green light in front of his eyes swirled towards him, and a wine bottle hit his head and face.Pei Yan had sharp eyes and quick hands, she reached out and took it.

Then, with a flash of palm, Pei Yan subconsciously resisted with a wine bottle, and the other party took the bottle away in an instant.He slapped the door with both palms, and slammed it straight at his temple, he leaned back to dodge me, fuck me...

Baguazhang.

Before Zhuang Xiao slapped him, his subordinates were very merciful, just for fun.

These two palms brushed against his forehead.Pei Yan was also very nimble, taking a few steps back without letting the other party hit him...

The cake box in my hand bumped back and forth, and there must be only taste and no color left, and I can only eat but not look at it.In the narrow street, he persevered in chasing the cripple in front of him, and at the same time took out his mobile phone to dial: "Hey, where are you?"

Zhuang Xiao said, "I'm driving, we'll be there soon."

"Are you coming soon? Let me tell you that I met someone on the road, an old man, I think... have you seen your father when you come back to Beijing?"

Zhuang Xiao didn't understand: "What?"

Pei Yan said: "I mean, I met an old man at the subway station, I think he looks very similar..."

Zhuang Xiao asked, "Which subway station?"

Pei Yan said, "Just the subway station near where we met."

Zhuang Xiao's voice was calm: "I see, I'll be there soon... Get out of there and don't let outsiders see you."

Pei Yan said, "I've already been surrounded."

Zhuang Xiao said, "Leave quickly. It's none of your business, so don't meddle in your own business."

Pei Yan: "..."

He confirmed that he was right.

He just felt familiar, purely by intuition.He has watched some old movies from more than ten years ago, Kung Fu movies from the 90s and [-]s, which are full of traces of the times, and no one watches such movies anymore.

Adjacent to the Olympic Plaza, this area has become a bustling area in the past ten years, where high-end real estate, clubs and restaurants gather.However, while many new buildings are rising, the surrounding areas are not being repaired perfectly. There are still patched old houses in the corners of the city. The streets are dark, mixed with dragons and snakes, and the streets are full of broken bricks and tiles.

That's why the duplex apartment his mother bought was nearby, in a newly developed high-end gated community, and Pei Yan accidentally met another in this place.

A gray dilapidated building, the window edges of the corridor are stained with rust, the air conditioner is dripping wantonly, and the phone numbers of "air conditioning parts repair" and "professional sewer" are densely stamped on the wall... The window is powdery and green. Clothes, piles of rubbish in the corners brutally occupying the public space, and pools of wet stains similar to those in the subway station...

It's like stepping into another world, poor and cheap, with no ethics at all, making people feel uncomfortable.

At the door of the room, there are rows of wine bottles, neatly stacked according to their capacity, height, height, fatness, and thinness, almost forming a formation of soldiers and horses, quite like the aura of everyone in the world of alcoholics.

The crippled man quietly picked up a wine bottle, first held it upright, played it with his fingers a few times, and then threw it up and reversed it.

It's actually quite an easy trick.His hand trembled, but he failed to catch it, and there was another harsh "clang", the bottle fell and rolled away.

"Your hands are shaking, have you drank too much? You are getting old, don't show off like us young people, and don't drink so much in the future..." Pei Yan walked over from the corridor, looking at the wall sitting cross-legged bell man.

"If you want me to care about me, who are you?" The uncle muttered in a low voice, he was tired from running, and he really couldn't outrun the young boy.

"I'll just talk too much about you, no one wants to see you useless." Pei Yan said.

"Oh, it's already useless, a pile of waste... Get out of here, kid." The uncle said in a hoarse voice.

"I won't leave for the time being," Pei Yan said, not afraid of being mean-spirited, "I'll watch you, I'll leave when your son comes over!"

"That bastard won't come over... The little bastard doesn't care about me if he has no conscience..." The uncle muttered blankly.

Pei Yan stared at the faintly visible bone deformation and muscle atrophy under the opponent's pants, and then thought of Eriletu on the hospital bed, which was not a good feeling.At any rate, he was once a "hero" character who dominated the silver screen, and his current situation is like this.

His eyesight was dull, his mind was confused, his clothes were disheveled, his speech was illogical, and he looked like a pile of wine lees.

I saw it, it was very different from what I had imagined before.Recalling the content of the phone call that he eavesdropped on at the beginning, Pei Yan still broods and wants to curse; now that he sees it, he feels sad again.

He looked down at the deformed cake box, knelt down, and put the box in front of the other party: "Mr. Zhuang, don't drink any more alcohol. Look at how good your son is. He doesn't drink at all. Why don't you change your taste , eat a cake?"

"..."

There should be something to do today, and there are many things to do, Pei Yan has not waited for Zhuang Xiao, so he has to wait for another group of people to come.

The shirt was ripped open to the shoulders, and there were black vests and tattoos inside, and each of them had a bad face. There were four or five people who stomped on the door with a stick, and then pointed at Uncle Zhuang and yelled, give me money, money, I know whoring Why don't you know how to give money?Old guy, do you have money? !

Didn't you say that you used to be a celebrity?Are you still a star?Lao Lai, don't you know how to pay off debts?

The gossip formation formed by wine bottles was smashed, and the people who came to ask for money saw Pei Yan: "Are you his son? No, you are not his son? Who are you in his family?"

Pei Yan asked, what do you guys want to do because they are so vicious?What do I owe you?

Someone came shouting, the wine money and the girl's wine money, are they for nothing?Do you want face?

Pei Yan was choked and speechless...

In the corridor, chickens were flying, dogs were jumping, sticks and wine bottles were flying around. Zhuang Xiao probably came here at this time. Pei Yan's expression was almost frozen. He had no experience in handling such scenes, and he didn't know who to beat if he wanted to.

Zhuang Xiao was still experienced. He pushed Pei Yan behind him, took out his pocket expressionlessly, and quickly pulled out a stack of large notes: "How much? Is it enough?"

The visitor stopped shouting when he saw the money. Both parties had a tacit understanding, they were both old acquaintances, counted the points, and said, "It's really not enough. The old guy is full of energy, and he also plays Shuangfei. He will enjoy it so much."

Pei Yan: "..."

The corridor was dimly lit, Zhuang Xiao's face was tense, his lips were pursed until they were very thin, and he took out his pocket again, but there was no cash, so he said, "I'll go downstairs to get some money."

Pei Yan took out her mobile phone and whispered behind her back: "I can swipe it, and the online payment is over. It's easy. How much does it cost?"

Zhuang Xiao said, "No, I'll go get the money."

Pei Yan said: "Send a red envelope and transfer the money. You may not have a domestic payment account, but I have..."

Zhuang Xiao said, "I don't need you."

Pei Yan: "..."

Those people took enough money and quickly left under Zhuang Xiao's scum-like gaze. They just asked for money and didn't bother about anything else.

Pei Yan sighed, your uncle will always be your uncle, with undiminished physical strength, a pile of distiller's grains is still familiar with personnel, and he is a dragon and a tiger. After the whoring is over, his son is responsible for paying the bill anyway. This is a beautiful thing.

The house is full of rags, scraps, and lots of wine bottles.It's said to be called "storage addiction," a mental illness in which the way you fill up your space hides depression, brain damage, mental deficiencies, and the emptiness of your life.

Pei Yan stood in the middle of the waste pile with her hands in her pockets, and couldn't find a clean place to sit, so she couldn't ask directly, why does your own father live in such a place?

Zhuang Xiao leaned against the wall, not wanting to talk, and answered Pei Yan's question with his eyes: Who did the old guy give the house to?What about the previous house? Where did it go?

There is no bottomless pit, anyone who changes will be physically and mentally exhausted, and will be dragged down.

"You shouldn't be making a film for Jiahuang, you bastard, you are disobedient... They are not good people, they don't make good movies, then they are a bunch of scum... You bastard, go and shoot with Jiahuang's people The film..." Uncle Zhuang panted slightly, his voice hoarse, and he sat at the table like a clay sculpture.

After nagging for a long time, Zhuang Xiao finally got tired of the nagging, and replied, "Make money to support your family and support you. Who is it not to make a movie with?"

"Raise me ass...I don't need you to raise me now that I'm like this, I wish I were dead, so get the hell out," said Uncle Zhuang.

"How far can I go? Can I leave you alone?" Zhuang Xiao said.

The voice is calm and indifferent. This kind of conversation has been carried out too many times, and it is numb like a repeater.

"You can't take pictures with anyone, you can't, you can't take pictures with them, and you can't sell them to Jiahuang! If you make a lot of money, it will kill you..." Uncle Zhuang was suddenly immersed in that emotion.

"My feet, why, how disabled, are those bastards, are you going to follow my old path? These people will kill you..." Uncle Zhuang trembled all over, and his condition was not right.

Pei Yannahan looked at Zhuang Xiao, why did you say that?

Zhuang Xiao shook his head slightly, his eyes signaled to Pei Yan, ignore his nonsense.The brain is drunk, and he is delusional, and everyone will kill him.

There is a man here who liked to drink when he was young, and his drinking capacity was still very poor. When he was drunk, he would play drunken fist, beat his wife, and beat his son.

He beat his wife away very quickly, and beat him for several years, and finally beat his own son away, and he refused to come back after beating to the other side of the ocean.

Slapping scenes, accidental falls, injuries, and disability.

Disability and downfall lead to self-abandonment, self-indulgence and downfall, and when you get older, you will be a crazy old drunkard full of nonsense.In the eyes of outsiders, this old alcoholic is worthless, lonely, slipping into the abyss step by step, and dragging his son down everywhere.

……

The manager, Uncle Johnny, and Zhang Huan from his team all called at this time, baby, you are on a hot topic again, do you know it yourself?Why are you running to take the subway without any problems, and even have a dispute with others? The police are here?

Do you know that many people took photos of you bowing your head and apologizing to the police in the subway station?

Pei Yan said: "Yes, I went to the subway station to condolences to the police on duty, and even sent autographs to fans."

Zhang Huan said lightly on the phone, Yan Baoer, don’t worry, this kind of thing is easy to solve. The topic we are leading now is that you "appeared in the subway station without makeup and accidentally bumped into passers-by. Sincere apology, honest boy is not Putting on airs to show your true temperament", the key words are plain makeup, integrity, and true temperament!Weibo Big V and You Tieba official fan club, there are many of us who helped turn the public opinion around, and then we will revisit the old story tomorrow, so who was drunk driving last year and hit a road worker and escaped? A handful from the next door to help you divert your attention... Don't worry if it's not a big deal, we professionally handle this kind of trouble and wipe your ass for you.

Pei Yan muffledly thanked Zhang Huan for his help.

In the past, he always scolded Zhang Huan's public relations team, dissatisfied with one and dissatisfied with the other, and despised their low-level publicity methods.It is most useful if it is not in the stream.

Then there was his mother's phone call, which was inevitable.

Pei Yan whispered to his mother: "I have something to do at the moment, I'll go there later, you guys wait."

"Oh, what's the matter?" Xu Qishang was considerate, "It doesn't matter, anyway, your dad and I are staying here tonight, and we don't need to go back, you two should come over for dinner as much as possible... Wait for you two..."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Zhuang Xiao gestured to Pei Yan again: "Let's go, can you leave?"

Pei Yan grabbed Zhuang Xiao's wrist and held it tightly, which was actually very uncomfortable and depressing.

Zhuang Xiao shook off his hand and said softly, "It's none of your business, I don't want to affect your mood."

Pei Yan also whispered, "Your business is mine. Where am I going? I'll be with you."

Zhuang Xiao said: "What if a paparazzi comes later and blocks you here? Hurry up and leave."

Uncle Zhuang raised his eyes, his eyes were gray, and he was still confused, trying to piece together information from his brain: "Are you... Pei, what are you Pei? The one from Jiahuang? You filmed "Dragon Fighting the Sky Pass"? And... "Drunken Master"?"

Zhuang Xiao pushed Pei Yan at this moment, and leave quickly, you idiot.

"You think I can't see it?" Uncle Zhuang stared straight at Zhuang Xiao, seemingly unbelievable and unacceptable, "It's all written on the Internet, you just follow him..."

"Who am I with?!" Zhuang Xiao replied, his voice suddenly raised.

"You can't mess with anyone, you can't mess with Jiahuang's people!" Zhuang Wenlong said, "How much money are you willing to give you?!"

Pei Yan frowned, and couldn't help but want to invite this old man to drink a pot of tea and chat.

Zhuang Xiao replied again: "If he didn't give me money, I would be happy."

Zhuang Xiao pushed Pei Yan to the gate, and turned the doorknob, Old Pei, let's go.

A wine bottle is thrown over!

Zhuang Xiao didn't even use his hands to block it, and turned his head to avoid the bottle.

Pei Yan was surprised that Zhuang Xiao was standing there as a target without moving away.He hurriedly stretched out his hand to cover Zhuang Xiao's face, and took him a step away!

A sharp explosion sounded in my ears.Broken glass shards splashed out from the wall, the goddess scattered the residue all over the place, and some shattered green glass shards splashed on Zhuang Xiao's forehead...

Zhuang Xiao closed his eyes, then opened them again, kept the glass shards out of his eyelids, leaned against the wall and remained motionless, the humanoid target didn't want to speak.Anyway, it wasn't the first time he was hit by a wine bottle, nor was it the tenth or No.20 time.

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