Reservoir Dogs

The innocent guests around **Y**Q**Z**W**5**C**O**M** were so frightened that they stepped aside one after another for fear of being hurt.

Liu Zekai's buddies were not very good at it. When they saw their brothers being beaten for a while, their blood rushed up immediately, and they fought Fu Jing three times without hesitation.Wine bottles and glasses kept falling to the ground, and the DJs on the stage were dumbfounded, and hurriedly called the security guards to solve it.

Fu Jingsan doesn't care about the number of opponents, he will beat whoever beats him, and his physical fitness as a part-time worker all year round immediately shows his advantage. Those wastes who drink and play with women all day long are not his opponents at all.

He kicked away the people surrounding him, glanced at Liu Zekai with a livid face, picked up the wine bottle on someone else's table, and walked towards him quickly as if he was going to kill someone.

Liu Zekai was rubbing the place where he was beaten just now, when he noticed that Fu Jing was already standing in front of him and raised the wine bottle.

"What do you want to do, brat, what do you want to do!"

Fu Jingsan didn't even say harsh words, turned a deaf ear to his words, and was about to smash them down.

As the old saying goes, a dog that bites doesn't bark, but people like Fu Jingsan who don't have much to say and do it right away are the scariest.He, Liu Zekai, and his group of gangsters would at most use their hands, but with Fu Jingsan's aura, even if he killed someone in public, it was not out of the question.

Liu Zekai shrunk his neck in fright, thinking that he was set for his loss today; at the very moment, the security guard who squeezed through the crowd quickly grabbed Fu Jingsan, and quickly pulled him away: "What's the trouble, what's the trouble, You have to do it, don't do it in our shop!"

No matter who thought that the security guards came, the matter should be settled; but Fu Jingsan did not relax at all, and was dragged forward by others, and he held the wine bottle tightly in his hand, as if he would just have a chance. He would hit Liu Zekai on the head.

But in the end he didn't succeed, several security guards took him to the back of the bar, and Liu Zekai and his cronies were also "invited" over.

You have to pay for the broken things, and you have to pay for the troubles caused to other customers. The bar manager smiled and informed them of the amount, and added warmly: "...or you can call the police to deal with it."

"It was he who hit me, I don't know this lunatic at all!!" Liu Zekai rubbed his face and said, "It is he who will pay for it!"

"Whoever you pay for is none of our business, we only need compensation. If the distribution is not harmonious, please ask the police to deal with it..."

Fu Jingsan was kicked and injured his ankle during the melee, and was punched on the bridge of the nose. The ring on the man's finger left two deep cuts on the bridge of his nose.He didn't feel it at all just now, but now he feels the pain later.

Liu Zekai was still playing Tai Chi with the bar manager, trying to persuade the other party to let him go first, and Fu Jing should pay the money three times.

The two people's voices were annoying like mosquitoes, and he didn't speak for a long time. When his distraction reached its peak, he reached out his hand and took out a large handful of loose banknotes from his pocket—the whole banknotes hadn't been deposited in time. Of the payment for goods in the public account, only change is what he carries with him.Fu Jingsan quickly counted twenty photos and took them on the table, then looked at Liu Zekai, and said viciously: "Don't come to my sister again, if you bully my sister again, I will kill you."

"You, you, who are you scaring, you..."

He left as soon as he finished speaking, enduring the pain in his ankle and walked fast without dragging his feet.

The bar manager and Liu Zekai were frightened by his sudden outburst of hostility, and no one made a sound to stop him.He just walked out so quickly, and as soon as he stepped out of the main entrance, he couldn't help grinning his teeth in pain and stopped.

He took a deep breath, not knowing whether he should go back to the hospital or go home, so he found a direction at random and walked slowly with a limp.

Whether he came to look for Liu Zekai or beat someone with his hands, he was angry and unhappy.But if he acted so bravely and recklessly, Liu Zekai was beaten, but he didn't get anything good.The anger had subsided, and as he walked, he suddenly felt a sense of loss that nothing he could do was meaningless.

He also had to withdraw 2000 yuan to make up the payment for the goods. Typically, he would hurt the enemy [-] yuan and himself [-] yuan.

The more he thought about it, the more Fu Jing Sanyue felt that he was stupid, but he couldn't go back to half an hour ago to stop his impulse.He was walking on the bustling street, the singing of roadside shops and the conversations of pedestrians were very lively; but he was silent and embarrassed, limping because of his ankles, and buried his head very low, not wanting to be heard by anyone Saw his swollen and injured nose bridge.

Fu Jing died to save face, in the past, and now, it seems that many things have changed, but this has remained.

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn't notice the oncoming man; the man was probably looking elsewhere before noticing him, and the shoulders of the two men slammed together violently.

——He never expected to run into Huo Yunjiang on the street, and for a long time, he hoped that Huo Yunjiang would never see him again.

But at this very accidental moment, he bumped into the man's shoulder, and a familiar yet unfamiliar smell broke into his nostrils.

The smell is very light and faint, like the smell of evergreen wood that is still green in the depths of winter.

The three of Fu Jing smelled it at that moment, and then disappeared in an instant.

He thought of Huo Yunjiang, and his heart throbbed uncontrollably.

Half a second of time was stretched infinitely, and the past that he thought he had almost forgotten was like a storm, attacking him who was defenseless.The bits and pieces of the time when I was with Huo Yunjiang, the holidays that I was tired of being together, the cool wind at night, the thin clouds floating in the sky, the colorful fireworks... everything was accelerated, the order was disrupted, and it flashed randomly.

Half a second later, Fu Jingsan returned to reality, and passed by that person without raising his head from the beginning to the end.

The street was too noisy, with all kinds of voices mixed together, he couldn't hear the man's movement, whether he continued to walk like him, stopped and turned around, or scolded him twice.

He didn't know if it was Huo Yunjiang, but he knew that as long as he looked back, he could confirm the result.

He could only continue walking in a state of embarrassment all over his body, not wanting to look back, and not wanting to know the result.

At this time, all college students should be in school, and it is impossible for Huo Yunjiang to appear on the street—as Tan Xin said, he is not a local in the first place, and there is no need to come back here whether it is a vacation or during the semester.

Their relationship ended early in the last spring day of high school.

The man stood in place, like a still painting amidst the endless stream of pedestrians.He watched Fu Jingsan slowly move away in embarrassment, gradually being buried by other people's figures.

He was just walking, but there seemed to be a magnificent and boundless loneliness surging behind him.

Fu Jingsan went to the hospital to take care of his sister despite his injuries, so naturally he couldn't hide the beating from him.

But compared to Liu Zekai's comfort, my sister still loves him more, seeing his appearance almost ready to cry anytime.Fu Jingsan frantically comforted her for a long time, reassuring that he would not fight again, and then coaxed her sister.

He also didn't know if the ancestors of their Fu family had done some heinous and outrageous things. The chance of tuberculosis recurring after recovery was very small, but his sister still got the trick.This time it was more serious than last time. Although money was no longer the biggest problem, Fu Jingyi's appearance was too painful.

She could hardly sleep well, coughed ridiculously frequently, and even coughed up blood.

At that time, Fu Jingsan was really lucky that his sister had such a best friend as Ye Zi-he couldn't accompany her around the clock, and because he was so busy with his two "careers" of selling wine and the dock, he slept less than six hours a day.

As long as Ye Zi is not at work, she will accompany her in the hospital to take care of his sister.

But this time his sister's illness was extremely dangerous, and his worry and anxiety became more and more serious.

When Zhang Qiankun heard about this, he bought some fruit and came to visit him. After a few warm words with his sister, he called Fu Jingsan outside to ask what was going on.

Seeing him lighting a cigarette, Fu Jingsan suddenly said, "Give me one."

"Third brother, don't you smoke?"

"Give it as you please, why so much nonsense."

"...I know you are bothered," Zhang Qiankun really gave him, "here."

The menthol smoke Zhang Qiankun smoked was extremely cold; the first sip of it was naturally uncomfortable, Fu Jingsan was choked and coughed, but suddenly he seemed to have found some kind of almost masochistic way to relieve his anxiety.

After Zhang Qiankun babbled and said useless comfort for a while, he suddenly said: "Will my sister die?"

He who has always been vicious and violent, actually looked like a child when he said this, looking helpless and pitiful.

"...What are you talking about?" Zhang Qiankun couldn't stand his "third brother", and said hastily, "No, definitely not, your sister is so nice, right?"

"..."

"Either we go to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva. I heard that the temple is very effective."

At that time, this sentence was like a life-saving straw. He neither knew medicine, nor could he cure his sister's illness, nor could he suffer for her sister. Going to the temple to worship the Bodhisattva and ask for God's blessing became the only thing he could do for his sister.

When he was so busy that he couldn't find a place, Fu Jingsan drove the broken truck and asked Zhang Qiankun to accompany him up the mountain to the temple.

He carefully lit incense according to the rules, knelt down and saluted, as pious as a Buddhist for many years.

Seeing his appearance, Zhang Qiankun felt really sad. As soon as he came out of the temple, he said back and forth, "It will be fine", "It's very effective", "I will accompany you to fulfill my wish at that time".

Fu Jingsan didn't even bother to say "um", she was as silent as a mute along the way, she would occasionally light a cigarette, and when she exhaled it looked like a long sigh.

It was at that time that he started smoking, and suddenly he got used to smoking when he was upset and talked about unbearably. It took only two or three months to switch from 5mg to 11mg.Praying to gods and worshiping Buddha was intellectually known to be a psychological comfort; but two days after he and Zhang Qiankun came back from the temple, Fu Jingyi's illness began to improve.

This may be a coincidence, but it is enough to make Fu Jingsan grateful to the Bodhisattva.

Since then, he must go to the temple to offer incense on the first day of every month.At first it was a wish, but then it gradually turned into fear—he was afraid that if he didn't go for a month, the Bodhisattva would not bless his weak and stupid sister.

About a week later, Fu Jingyi was discharged from the hospital.

Fu Jingsan picked her up and went back and forth silently, carefully disinfecting and washing the clothes she wore in the hospital.He thought for a long time, and finally couldn't help it when he was drying the clothes: "Sister."

"Ok?"

"If Liu Zekai comes to look for you again, you can call me directly." Fu Jingsan said, "Really, don't be with him, he is nothing."

My sister didn't speak, and kept silent for an answer.