Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

In Zhang Fei's life, he has experienced countless incredible, eerie, treacherous, or near-death experiences, but there is nothing like "opening the door and discovering that his own father (with a pair of underpants all over his body) took his son Pushing him down on the bed and strangling his neck" is even more exciting.

——The stimulation was so great that for a few seconds, Zhang Fei's mind went blank.

And for the first time when his mind finally got on the line, he kept thinking about whether he should bury someone?Buried?Still buried...

During the period of his sluggishness, the other two people in the room also froze there.Even if Zhang Baoguo was born and died on the battlefield of gunpowder smoke, even if Zhong Cuo has the inheritance memory of the ghost kings of the past generations in his mind, but...

In this situation, God knows how to deal with it!

In the end, the victim, Zhong Cuo, was the first to wake up. He broke Zhang Baoguo's slightly loosened hand, jumped out of the bed, and distanced himself from the attacker.

Zhang Baoguo also recovered. He sighed, stood up straight, and silently looked at his son.

Zhang Fei's stiff expression finally showed a gap. He clocked the o'clock by mistake, and said in a voice that was almost exhausted: "You... go out first."

Zhong Cuo did not hesitate, and quickly left the battlefield - this word is not wrong, he can bet that as soon as he goes out...

Bang!The door slammed.

bang bang!The dull sound of body impact began to echo in the room.

Crackling, crackling, booming! ... Zhong Cuo began to pray that the room would still be inhabited after he went in later.

The room was already a mess, the moment the two men with similar techniques met, they exchanged a series of vicious tricks - gouging out eyes, breaking tendons, hitting acupoints to tease yin, using whatever viciousness!After the violent attack like venting, it was a fist that directly collided!

"boom!"

The knuckles of the two of them suddenly turned red, blood seeping out.

Zhang Baoguo frowned slightly, but Zhang Fei didn't hesitate, bent his knee and slammed directly into Zhang Baoguo's flank - after estimating the force of that blow, Zhang Baoguo had to dodge backwards, but Zhang Fei was relentless and chased after him.

boom!

The consequence of using too much force is that the two of them will roll to the ground together. At this time, don't think about any tricks or tricks, just beat them with all your strength!

I don't know how many times I was hit, and I don't know how many times I gave each other, the father and son finally stopped.

The two are divided into two sides, facing each other across the bed.

Zhang Baoguo gently rubbed his blue eye sockets, and gasped hissingly - Zhang Fei opposite him was not much better than him, except that one was blue for the left eye and the other was for the right eye.

Both of them just got out of the shower, and they didn't wear anything at all. After such a fight, the result of taking a shower just now was basically in vain. Their bodies were bruised and scratched everywhere. No matter how you look at it, it's miserable.

Just like that, Zhang Fei slowly pressed his fingers with a sullen face, looking interested in another fight, before someone calmed down.

"Do you still want to fight?" Zhang Baoguo sighed, "Don't you really think that I..."

"Beast!" Zhang Fei interrupted without hesitation.

"You think it's possible for me to..."

"It's not as good as a beast!" Continue without hesitation.

"..." Zhang Baoguo was speechless, Zhang Fei glared at him viciously: "Tell me, what's the reason?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Zhang Baoguo shrugged, "Anyway, you've scolded me before, so we're even."

"Then continue?" Zhang Fei was about to pounce, but before Zhang Baoguo could reply, a voice suddenly came from outside the poorly soundproofed door——

"What's wrong with you? Why are you pinging?" Aunt Hua.

Oops!

Zhang Fei's face darkened, and he quickly grabbed a bathrobe to cover his body. There was nothing he could do about the dark circles under his eyes, so he simply pulled a few strands of hair to cover them--at this moment, he was very grateful that he didn't cut his hair because he thought it was troublesome, otherwise he would If it's a small size, even a bald head can't stop it...

After dealing with himself, Zhang Fei quickly went out: "What's wrong, Aunt Hua?"

"...What's going on with you?" Aunt Hua looked at Zhang Fei in front of her, her mouth was open and couldn't be closed—the man in front of her was obviously just out of the shower, and she was wearing a bathrobe that hadn't been tied up yet, so it was wet A strand of her hair was thrown over her face, covering half of her face, no matter how you look at it... Weird!

"It's okay," Zhang Fei said calmly, "I was practicing dancing just now."

"..." The so-called talking nonsense with your eyes open is nothing more than that.Aunt Hua put on a face just now and wanted to say something, but Zhang Fei turned her head and said, "Isn't it, Dad?"

"Yes..." Zhang Baoguo's voice came out weakly.

With deep suspicion, she glanced at Zhang Fei who was pretending to be calm, and then swept the door at the back—thinking that Zhang Fei would not have buried his father, Aunt Hua finally accepted his explanation, turned around and went downstairs.

Zhang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, and jumped up again as soon as he leaned against the wall—he happened to be pressing on a bruise, and the soreness and pain felt extremely ecstasy.

"How's it going?"

"Come here and do me a favor, son..." Zhang Fei pressed down on Zhong Cuo depressedly, "Can you help me recover in an instant without any injuries?"

"Even if I can, how do you explain it?"

"I'm more handsome than him!" Without hesitation.

"..."

"Forget it, if you can't do it, then you can't do it..." Zhang Fei gritted his teeth and brushed his hair away, "Damn old man! How dare he attack you!"

Zhong Cuo almost choked: "You misunderstood, he is not..."

"I know," Zhang Fei shook his hands irritably, "he doesn't have that kind of hobby—if he really had one, I'd castrate him for my mother—but if I dare to trouble you in my house, why don't I pretend that I don't exist!"

"...Is that so?" For some reason, Zhong Cuo felt that even the dark circles under Zhang Fei's eyes were more pleasing to the eye, "There is actually a reason."

"Whatever the reason—" Zhang Fei had enough rest, turned around arrogantly, and kicked open the door, "After the beating, let's talk!"

In the room, Zhang Baoguo found a similar bathrobe from somewhere, and when he saw Zhang Fei coming in, he raised his eyes: "Why, do you still want to fight?"

Zhang Fei folded his arms around his chest, sneered and remained silent.

"If you want to fight again," Zhang Baoguo said calmly, "I'll shout 'help' downstairs."

The smile instantly froze on his face: "Shameless!"

"Who do you think you are inheriting?" Zhang Baoguo smiled.

Zhang Fei stared at him blankly for a while, then snorted coldly, and sat down: "Tell me, what's going on."

Zhang Baoguo didn't take Joe again this time, but the answer was even more bastard: "I can't tell you."

"..."

"If you want to know, ask that brat."

"I can guess it even if you don't tell me, Jin Fei? Is it called this name?"

"You should call him 'Uncle Jin'." Zhang Baoguo just added something with his expression unchanged.

Zhang Fei twitched the corners of his mouth, but his tone was still cold: "I don't know how much you owe him, but it's what you owe, not me - for him, you have been tossing for 27 years, and now you are to tossing your son ..."

He lowered his eyes, and quickly raised them again: "I'm too lazy to care about your other things, it's none of your business to care about Xiao Fei, no matter who he is."

"You really think he's an ordinary kid?"

"Ordinary or not is up to you."

"His surname is Zhong—"

"There are so many people with the same surname in the world, are you even looking for Zhong Kui?"

"He knew the piece."

"Coincidence, maybe they just scared you."

"Also, the smell." Zhang Baoguo nodded his nose, "He has the smell I smelled on that thing back then."

"Even if you're a dog nose, it's been 27 years!"

Zhang Baoguo sighed: "There was another child with him back then... The child surnamed Zhong may be the last clue to be found."

"The child 27 years ago is still a child now?" Zhang Fei showed no sign of weakness.

The eyes of the two collided, sparks splashed out, and after a while, it was Zhang Baoguo who looked away first.

"Well, maybe you're right." He sighed and stood up, "Say sorry to that kid for me."

Zhang Fei turned his head away: "Say what you want."

"Success." Zhang Baoguo shrugged and went out.

A clear sorry came from outside the door, and after a while, Zhong Cuo walked in.

He stared at Zhang Fei, as if he wanted to say something, Zhang Fei waved his hand, signaling him not to speak yet.

After a while, he waved again.Zhong Cuo didn't know why, so he just got closer, but was hugged directly by Zhang Fei.

His head was pressed against Zhong Cuo's shoulder, and the wet hair brushed against the hollow of his shoulder, causing a slight itchiness.

"Bastard old man..." Zhang Fei cursed vaguely, "He cares so much about the missing people? If he hadn't... forget it, he probably wouldn't have made any difference."

Zhong Cuo was silent for a while, thinking he couldn't think of any comforting words, so he raised his hand and patted someone on the head.

"Forget it, don't bother with him... 27 years, it's really lucky that he persisted." After a long sigh, Zhang Fei straightened up, "Go to sleep—sleep comfortably, and make him mad! "

In the living room, Zhang Baoguo lay silently on the sofa with only shelves left.He held the small photo box in his hand, turning it over and over again.

The first picture, the second picture, the first picture...

After a long time, he let out a long sigh, and slowly opened the third one.

There was only himself on it, he was in a mess, covered in blood, sitting on the ground panting, it looked like he was talking to someone, but the place he was facing was empty.

He still remembered what that person said, he was obviously as embarrassed as himself, and he was only breathing, but his tone was still relaxed.

"I owe you these few days. It's just that I'm leaving this time. Next time, I don't know when we can meet again."

"Let's make friends—in this life, you may be my only friend..."

"You don't even tell me your name, what kind of friend are you..." Zhang Baoguo sighed and closed his eyes as he whispered what he should have said 27 years ago.