Chapter 105: Football Hooligans

"The morning drizzle came back to this land, people were lonely and hidden, turned around and instantly on the side of this familiar road, and noticed that the passerby behind him was you......

You said that you were going to leave one night, and it rained overnight, and it was like this day, you always had to escape from a certain part of the past on a rainy day, but the rain prompted you to meet ...... like this."

"Where are you going?" Yue Wen's smile froze on his face, and the shirt in his hand hung weakly on the ground.

"Singapore. Ge Huixian said softly, she swallowed her throat, turned her head, looked at the rainy night and stopped talking.

Yue Wen knows that in order to learn from the advanced experience of foreign administrative management, it has become a norm for state civil servants in Qinwan City to go abroad for training, which is divided into two types: short-term training and long-term further study.

Ge Huixian also mentioned it once before him, and she was very envious of this kind of training, but she was busy preparing for the wedding at the time, and the two of them put it down, but now they were suddenly presented in front of Yue Wen unexpectedly.

He is a smart person, and he knows that this matter is very competitive, and when the personnel are generally arranged, Ge Huixian suddenly appeared on the list, afraid that it is related to him, but he didn't ask much, just said slowly, "How long will it take?"

"Two years. Ge Huixian said softly, "I found Secretary Zhou's secretary Jiang Zhengming in your name, and he said hello." ”

Sure enough, it was not bad with my own guess. However, if he had known earlier, he would not have let Jiang Zhengming speak, and if he went to Jiang Zhengming now, he would have been able to stop this matter......

However, Yue Wen looked at Ge Huixian's eyes, there was no trace of the warmth of the past in those eyes, he sighed, "I am responsible for this step to the present, but I don't say half a word of lie to you, don't say half a word of lie......" Seeing Ge Huixian slowly turn his head again, he felt that his heart was slowly aching, and for a long time, Fang spit out a few words, "...... I'll wait for you to come back. ”

Ge Huixian bit her upper lip and lowered her head, that lip was very chapped, I hope today's heavy rain can moisten her dry heart, "Home...... House...... and the car, I'll keep it for you......" Ge Huixian didn't respond to him positively, as soon as she turned around, Yue Wen felt that his heart hurt again, and he took her hand selflessly, "Can you not go?...... I'm going to see you......"

Ge Huixian covered her nose with her hand and sobbed, she broke free of Yue Wen's hand and ran into the rain.

Yue Wen was stunned on the ground, letting the rain splash like a scoop, Ren Jacky Cheung's voice roared in his heart, and in the sea of neon umbrellas, he could no longer see Ge Huixian's back.

Passers-by have sideways eyes, in this carnival rainy night, in this carnival season, in this carnival city, he is so lost and depressed!

The two legs seemed to be involuntary and uncontrollable, Yue Wen slowly walked into the Badefu beer tent, the crowd in the tent was excited, and there was a loud sound, and some young people sang the national anthem loudly, which was immediately responded to by the large group of people.

On a recent long table, the beautiful beer girl "Boom" unfolded two rows of golden draft beer glasses one after another.

In the thick draft beer glass, the golden yellow translucent beer that had been filled, the beer was crystal clear and exciting, Yue Wen rudely pushed away a fat man in front of him, took off his soaked shirt, threw it on the ground fiercely, wiped a handful of rain and tears on his face, and without saying a word, picking up a draft beer cup was like a long whale absorbing water, and drank it all!

"Bang Bang Bang-"

Empty draft beer glasses kept slamming on the table, and the row of golden ones was quickly emptying.

The fat man on the other side of the long table looked at him nervously, damn it, this is drinking beer, it's just drinking hatred, he raised his neck and tried to catch up, but there was always a distance between two beers!

"Boom—"

Yue Wen closed his eyes tightly, smashed the last cup on the table, wiped the beer foam on the corner of his mouth, and only felt that the pain in his heart had not diminished at all, and the wound was getting bigger and bigger.

"Shhhh

There was a sudden burst of boos in the tent, and the balance between the national football team and the Japanese team was shattered by a controversial scene in the 66th minute.

It was Shunsuke Nakamura's free kick that created a killing opportunity, Koji Nakata played the "Hand of God" in front of the goal to score the ball, but the referee ruled that the goal was valid, and the national party fell behind again in such a wronged way.

"Misjudgment!"

"Sentence change!"

The crowd was excited, some fans had already begun to scold, and there was a riot in the tent, just like pouring a scoop of cold water on a hot pan - a fryer.

"Okay, the second link is the bottle blowing link," a person who presided over the appearance hurriedly adjusted the atmosphere and calmed down the chaotic emotions, "The fastest, strongest and the most, this is our bottle blowing spirit, let's blow the Japanese team down together!"

There was a sudden applause around, Yue Wen hiccuped, and in a blur, he heard the host shouting loudly to start, he resolutely grabbed a bottle of beer and poured it into his mouth, pouring himself alive, as if the body was no longer his own, and the pain and swelling came to this body, and his soul was good!

"Four seconds five, four seconds five, the latest results were born! Our new bottle blowing king was also born ......"

"Smack-"

The host's enthusiastic voice with too high sugar content was interrupted suddenly, and the bottle in Yue Wen's hand shattered on the ground, making a crisp sound.

"Okay, good," the host reacted immediately and continued to host, "The following cumulative results, just now this young man won tonight's wine king, with a bonus of 10,000 yuan...... Hey, what about people?......"

The cold raindrops slapped indiscriminately on his face, out of the beer tent, Yue Wen felt that his hot face began to slowly cool down, in the heavy rain, he was in a trance, only felt that his stomach was swollen badly, but he still wanted to drink, wanted to get drunk.

"Wow-"

On the side of the road, on TV, the host's passionate commentary came again-

"The national football team got a great opportunity to equalize again, and Li Yi, who came on as a substitute for Hao Haidong, got a single knife, but he did not choose to shoot directly, but chose to try to dribble past the opposing goalkeeper Kawaguchi Noshi, and was finally destroyed by the latter ...... the ball"

"Li Yi, this idiot!"

"Li Yi, a two-and-a-half hanger, China will call him a kick!"

"Change He Haidong! Li Yi exits!"

"Alihan is out of class!"

……

The whole beer city was noisy and vibrating, Yue Wen staggered into a beer tent again, sat on a stool, and stared around with his eyes, but immediately saw even more unkind eyes, and the atmosphere of fire and hatred immediately surrounded him.

A young man of about the same age squinted at him, "Who let you sit here? What, not convinced?"

Yue Wen tried to open his eyes to look at him, picked up the draft beer cup on the table, and only heard the sound of "pop", and the thick draft beer cup was slammed on his face.

The young man snorted and fell to the ground, Yue Wen stood up in a daze, and looked at the cup in his hand blankly, the draft beer cup was not broken!

"Kill him!"

A young man fell, thousands of young men stood up, the emotion of losing the game was coupled with the seeds of hatred, the whole tent was rioting, noisy, and only draft beer cups were flying, only hormones were flying!

Before the young man who stood up could finish speaking, a few shiny things flew in front of him, and slapped him in the face with the sound of the wind and wind, and there was a sound of landslides, and he fell backwards, and in the blur, he subconsciously took the table with his hand, and the whole person fell to the ground with a bang!

Yue Wen staggered forward, jumped up, stomped on the young man's body fiercely, and kicked him the head and face......

The surrounding companions immediately gathered around, stepping on the two companions who could only hold their heads and curl up on the ground......

When the fight reached this point, the people in the tent avoided one after another, looking at this place in horror.

In the chaos, a good-looking girl grabbed her boyfriend's hand in horror, "I'm afraid!"

"Don't be afraid. Her boyfriend took her in his arms, "There's me." ”

The girl pointed at Yue Wen, "This is the legendary football hooligan, right?"

"No, it's a football bandit!" her boyfriend's face was a little pale, and the football bandit smashed it indiscriminately with a cup in both hands, and some of the young men around him were scooped open, and some were smashed with blood on their faces, and they couldn't stop wailing.

Also wailing are the hearts of fans across the country!

The police lights flashed, the sirens sounded, and in the haze, several policemen rushed in, Yue Wen felt that the cup in his hand was snatched away, and then, as soon as his legs and wrists were weak, he was kicked to the ground.

He struggled to get up, "What about the fight, I don't understand, I fuck off!" In the blur, a young man who was knocked to the ground by him just now looked at him hatefully, "Say what about you, what to see, you look at ...... again"

He raised his foot and stomped the young man again, and the young man flashed to the side, but he lowered his head and did not dare to look at him again.

The crowd automatically separated, and the shirtless Yue Wen walked outside with his head held high, "Damn it, whoever looks at me again, I ......"

He suddenly became sad, couldn't say a word, and cried "woo".

The good-looking girl flashed her big beautiful eyes and looked at her boyfriend, "Will the football hooligan still cry?"