Gold Class Fighter

Although it was rare for the brothers to gather together, it didn't get too late that night.Yang Lei took time to go back to the city, and he had to rush back to the army the next morning. Erhei had a family and a family, and he missed Xiaoqin and his son at home.As for Lao Liang Yangzi and the others, those who got married got married, and those who didn’t have a good friend didn’t stop urging them on the phone. Come pick up Lao Liang.Lao Liang hugged his pretty Pansy, feeling contented. He had had so many women, and now this one is the one who loves Re the most. Even his old lover who always loves to play and has no intention of getting married has the idea of ​​marrying a wife.Now holding Panxi in his arms to show his affection in front of his brothers, Lao Liang, who used to not make a fuss and stay out all night and was not happy, is going home.

"Fuck, it's really boring, where is this going? Xiao Liu, Ma Pi, let's have fun!"

Huamao is very disappointed.

"Brother Mao, I'm sorry, the one at home... makes a fuss before 2 o'clock, so I have nothing to do with her!" The rest of the brothers also left.

The flower cat walks alone on the street at midnight, dangling.

The brothers who messed around with the sea mad together back then, those who got married got married, those who became fathers became fathers, and those who had companions all went back to their respective homes and found their own homes.He was the only one, still alone, wandering around like a lonely ghost in this cold and windy night.

The flower cat is walking by the river, the scattered lights illuminate the reflection in the river, and the people in the reflection are no longer young.The handsome middle school student sitting in the classroom seemed like a lifetime ago.

Huamao is in a low mood.

He is not Ding Wen, not an intellectual and literary youth.He didn't have so many words and sentences to express this night, such as loneliness, loneliness, loneliness, loss, or the solitude and shadow in the Chinese textbook.He just kicked up a large piece of riverside stones like a bastard should, kicked them into the river to watch them sink to the bottom.

"The fuck is gone, I'm the only one left!"

The flower cat yelled loudly at 2 o'clock in the morning on the riverside where there was no one.

He didn't go back.No one was waiting for him when he went back.Everywhere is one person, all the same.

So Huamao went to another night food stall and continued to drink.There was a commotion at the side, and some men at the next table flipped the table because the proprietress was slow to serve the dishes, and kicked the proprietress far away. On the ground, he pushed his bloodied face down on the ground where the vegetable oil was flowing and twitched.

The food stall in the early morning screamed and panicked, and people ran out, and the cat inside didn't know whether it was beating people or drinking mad.

He vented happily, fierce and ruthless, the men with bloody heads were stunned by the beating, they covered their heads and ran out, the cat chased them out, scaring the onlookers away, there were people who witnessed the scene People said that the man who was chasing and beating was looking thin, and those who were beaten were all taller and stronger than others, but he pushed him to the ground and beat him to death. It's gone! Killed!"

When the siren sounded, Huamao didn't stop. When the person who jumped out of the police car grabbed his hand and dragged him away, Huamao still didn't stop.

"MLGB! Let go!" Huamao just felt that it was not enjoyable, not happy!His alcohol was getting stronger, and when the policeman held his hands behind his back, he was still kicking the bastard who couldn't get up on the ground.

"Chen Zhiqiang!"

A stern voice scolded him, and something cold gripped his hands.Huamao saw who was catching him, but he didn't care at all. He just stared, and the strong smell of alcohol spread to the policeman who was holding him.

In the police station, Huamao sat expressionlessly.

"Name."

Gu Fei spread out the notebook, raised his eyes and glanced at Huamao.

The cat didn't respond.

"Name!" Gu Fei raised his voice seriously.

"Didn't you yell just now, you can't read so quickly." Huamao sneered, these policemen are all fucking pretenders.

"Gender." Gu Fei continued the interrogation procedure.

The flower cat looked at the opposite wall.

"It's up to you."