Boys

Evil show drag shed... Kazao came out at the same time to mess around, and he was willing to part ways so much that all the younger brothers died, right? "

"It's sold out."

It was Brother Cai Feng who spoke, and immediately said: "Brother Nan, although Duo Lang is resentful, I never resent you for betraying the sentence. When the boss Ai Wen Ren Lang decided, it seemed that he broke the opponent's hamstring, so he did it to Yi , I refused, but you cut my hamstring with a knife. The knife mark was at the time, but the place where you cut it was too far away from the hamstring. Can Chunmao explain?"

"Explain what? Explain that I used him to get rid of crimes in the drug business? Ah Xie Aang's death is the meaning of the superior? Heh, pretending to be a brother has his own life, and the younger brother will die forever. Crawling for a seat, how many times will Ai die? How many brothers have you betrayed, how many relationships have you played with? How can you explain, Xu Chunmao."

Brother Nan's voice suddenly became louder. It seemed that the phone had been discovered.

"If you find my boss, you will be sold to death... Annei will find you if you dig... Do you hear me?"

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

In the taxi, I looked at the rows of street lights on the road at night. My legs in shorts had tattoos that were different from my upper body. This was my visit to Uncle Wen Bin again and I asked him to tattoo it for me. He looked at me and said to him I'm a bit overwhelmed by the pattern, and ask me if I really want to tattoo this on my leg?I nodded.He looked at me as if he knew that I had to stab, so he did it. He said: "The first time I lost sight of this wide thing that is sold by the society. …Dig up the house and take pictures for proof.”

"Damn it! Why do you have so much nonsense about tattoos?"

At this time, the silent tattooed girl who used to be at Uncle Wenbin's house suddenly spoke. I turned to look at her. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said, "Is it for him? I understand. Me too. There are several tattoos. Each tattoo is a memory of the past. Get it on your body to remind yourself that you will never forget it."

Hearing what she said, I didn't speak, but responded with a smile, and continued to watch Uncle Wenbin tattoo the tattoo on my leg.The tingling sensation spread on my feet, and there should have been a noisy machine sound, but I don't know why I can't hear it at this moment.What would he say if he saw the tattoo?I think, close your eyes, as if you would frown and blame me for tattooing such a pattern, but Aang, you said tattooing because my name is "Chun Mao"...

But when I said that the cherry blossoms should not be thorned, you also had a lot of opinions and said that it is not auspicious to only bloom in spring.I watched you looking for flowers on your mobile phone in distress, looking for flowers that suit me, I laughed and said that you didn't pay so much attention to finding flowers when you worshiped the dead, you made my mouth worry, and said that brother is not afraid of death, but only cares about ㄟlang forever leave……

After getting out of the car, I arrived in front of a building. This building is a well-known political and business residential area, and the front is heavily guarded.As soon as I got out of the taxi, I was noticed by several people. When I got to the gate, someone blocked me and asked who I was looking for?do what?I saw the guards here equipped with electric batons, calling devices, and wearing body armor. Several people surrounded me. I told one of the people who questioned me the name of the building resident I was looking for, and who could represent The words of my identity, so that the person can report back to the correspondent.

At this time, the staff brought a metal detector and asked me to cooperate with them to check whether there were any dangerous objects on my body. I asked them to check, and finally the detector on my waist sounded. The communication staff saw that I wanted to remove the things myself. I took it out, and I smiled and opened it to find the phone and keys. The detector detected that it was indeed the sound, and the guard searched for me several times to make sure there was no problem before stopping.

I saw someone coming from the lobby, saying that the resident wanted to see me. He glanced at me and lowered his head and asked me to follow him. He led me to the elevator in front of the desk. He took the electronic card and helped me clear the locked door. Button, after pressing the floor, he nodded alternately with me, and left without looking back. I saw him smiling lightly, and something was stuffed in my pocket.When the elevator door closed and went up, I said silently in my heart, "Thank you, Da Kuan."

"Sir, you look familiar, are you going to make some bad plans?" Before I came to the mansion apartment, when I was sitting in a taxi, I was laughed at by the taxi driver in that car.He chatted with me, took off the peaked cap on his head, I smiled and looked at him in the rearview mirror and said, "Luolaiba, where did you pick up the car?"

Luo Lai, who was dressed as a taxi, saw me asking, and replied with a smile: "The sweet potato army knows what kind of second-hand cars are sold. Soldiers, if you dig them, you can modify them for a few miles. I only know how to sell them. I used to dig them. Stealing the old car is not a problem...it's easy. A Tao, have you done it yet?"

"Okay, come on! This is for you, Brother Mao." A Tao dismantled the gun that I and I stole from Brother Nan, and made some processing so that I could not be found by the metal detector, but the bullets can't get through the barrier. .A Tao watched me put these disassembled parts into various parts of my body and clothes, and looked at me skillfully, and said to me, "It's not the same style when I come back from abroad."

"It doesn't matter if it's dark..." I smiled back at A Tao, but asked them back, "Da Kuan... really got in there?"

"Hey, it's a small look. Although Li Lang is rumbling here, he's just acting. In the past, fraudulent phone calls were dedicated to defrauding noble ladies and rich second generations. I'm familiar with this kind of situation." Luo Laiba turned the corner with a smile and honked the horn to force the car back Well, I think he is a young boy who even imitates the domineering appearance of a taxi driver on the driveway.

"But it's not good to have a gun if you don't have bullets?" A Tao looked at me and said to me deliberately pouring out the bullets in the gun. I smiled and replied, "It's okay, you don't need it...because..."

"Later, I borrowed "potatoes" to sell the bandages, and Brother Mao didn't feel embarrassed to eat them. "In the prison, I was visiting the prison with Da Luo Zai. The police were on guard all around. Da Luo Zai was complaining to me about the last time I bought peanuts for him. He didn't like peanuts. He told me to keep them for myself and not waste money on them. give him.He said with a smile, and I listened with a smile.Da Gong Zai asked me if A Tao and the others were doing well outside, but he never mentioned what happened to him in prison.

I think he has his reasons, and the bag of "potatoes" from Dakunce is the peanut that Da Gongzi doesn't like to eat, because he wants to wash his hands and doesn't want to touch the peanut heads that will explode, so he stuffed it for his follower. He roundabout me.

The elevator door opened, and the corridor in front of the whole floor was wide and only the first floor was occupied. I lightly pressed the electric bell next to it, but there was no movement at all, and then suddenly the door opened automatically, and I pushed the door I went in, as if I knew that I was the only one coming, and the entrance was blocked so I could take off my shoes. I took off my shoes and walked up. The whole room was big and wide. When I went inside, there was no one in the living room, so I went inside again. Pushing open the innermost door, a floor-to-ceiling glass captured the night view of the entire city. A white-haired old man in home clothes was facing me with a cane, his face was kind... so kind that I wanted to do evil.

"Hasn't seen you for a few years?" the old man asked me.

"Twenty years." I said

"How are you all these years?" He asked me to do it, but I ignored him and didn't want to talk to him.He didn't stop when he saw me like this, he walked towards me and said, "You look more and more like your father Chunhua, but the charm of your eyes and the shape of your face are still like your mother." After he finished speaking, he suddenly smiled Looking at me, I continued, "I'm sorry, but thinking of your father and your mother having an affair behind my back, I can't help but wonder if you would like this kind of excitement as much as he does...for example...like the two A woman drove a car towards a cliff...with nowhere to go...finally...with all her might..."

Hearing the old man's nonsense, I raised my ready gun.I aimed at him, I looked at him, he saw my gun, and seemed to know that his current appearance was unlikely to escape my close range shooting, but he was not timid to point my gun at him, but silently He walked to the sofa chair opposite me and sat down.

At this time, I heard many footsteps and the door was opened. I turned my head and looked at a group of middle-aged and young people. The breath on the road was heavy and I knew it was definitely not a kind person. A group of people looked at me and pointed at the white-haired old man. Can't help but pull out their guns.

"Whoever dares to draw a gun, I will kill him." I said coldly.

A group of people stopped moving, but the old man laughed when he heard it. I leaned forward with the gun only a few tens of centimeters away from him, but at this moment the old man looked up at me and said, "I heard you jumped here. You just want to write a paper in the circle? This reminds me of your father who came out to hang out at that time just for the favor of my meal."

"What have you researched after writing your thesis? And what can you do after researching it? Xu Chunmao, do you want to save the group of brothers next to me who have gradually turned from teenagers into dark sky, or... want to know about your father? What kind of path have you traveled? Or maybe you changed your mind like your father and fell in love with the two sisters who shouldn’t be loved behind my back.” The old man said to me, I looked at him, trying to pretend that I was not so scared, afraid This old man who didn't blink his eyelids in front of the gun and had seen big wind and waves.

"Aren't you going to share it with me? Maybe I'll have some tricks you want to know after hearing it?" The old man put down his crutches on the table and said to me with a smile. I kicked his crutches away, and the crutches rolled to the side. The younger brothers on the side were commotion again, and the old man raised his hand to ask them to be quiet.I stared at the old man and said slowly: "In the 70s, Paul Willis will use the history of working-class students in an all-boys school in England to conduct years of field research and interviews, completing the twentieth century. An exploration of the reproduction and choice of job categories of the British working class, and the contradictory aspects of socialism...”

I use this basis to study why Taiwan’s self-choice is so often for those who cannot read, who are from poor families, and those who are disadvantaged.