(283) The ideal of long hair

The middle-aged man had seen such a hooligan, and he didn't dare to speak much after being slapped in the eye, and he could immediately see that the few people who came later were each other's helpers. He is not familiar with life, and he doesn't dare to cause trouble.

"Stinky boy, you're bad for me, if I let you stand up and go out today, I'll be here for so many years!"

Ling Xiaotong helped up the middle-aged man who was beaten in the past, and the middle-aged man not only thanked him, but also glared at Ling Xiaotong in disgust, as if he blamed all his grievances on Ling Xiaotong. I don't know if I think about it carefully, I just blame myself for being too greedy.

Ling Xiaotong said disdainfully: "I don't care how many years you have been mixed up, fraud is fraud." If you want me to shut up, you really have to have some skills. ”

At this time, a few people behind Long Hair, that is, a few people who were following Ling Xiaotong, directly pulled Long Hair to their mouths and whispered something. Said that Changmao looked like a smile, and then almost laughed: "Hahaha, I really can't imagine that your kid has such a play at the train station?!

"I can't imagine it, you sand foxes really give me a feeling that the party is all over the world. Ling Xiaotong looked at Huang Mao's small body, and really doubted whether he could stand his own toss.

After listening to Ling Xiaotong's words, Long Mao directly stopped talking nonsense, and bullied forward with a kick!

Ling Xiaotong's reaction was much faster than that of Long Hair, and as soon as he turned around, he directly avoided Long Mao's kick, raised his hand and slapped it fiercely on Long Mao's already thin cheek! Suddenly, five blood marks were deeply imprinted on Long Mao's face! It hurt so much that Long Mao opened his mouth and grinned.

When the other people saw it, they came over to support Changmao and sighed with a very hypocritical heart: "Brother Changmao, are you okay?"

"You-Mom see that I'm okay like this, I can't let this kid go today!" Changmao was so angry that he didn't care about his identity, completely forgetting that he was just a small merchant selling paintings in this place. It's just a wicked person who immediately started to commit murder.

Ling Xiaotong was not afraid of such a few little hairy liars, their group of people ate flickering rice on their mouths, and they might not be as flexible as those claw thieves. Of course, the other party was four or five people after all, even if Ling Xiaotong could easily reverse it, he would not take it lightly. He wants to clean up this group of scum and let them know that he is not easy to mess with, and he must not mess with himself again.

Maybe in Ling Xiaotong's eyes, this is also an opportunity to get rid of the gum on the soles of his feet. If you tolerate this kind of bullying and afraid of the hard guys once, they may really stick to you, until you are disgusted and vomit, and then they will give up.

Looking at the four people who got up and moved forward, Ling Xiaotong's heart was really a little light...... The four of them suddenly rushed towards Ling Xiaotong, Ling Xiaotong leaned over slightly, stood on the left, and the center of gravity directly moved to his left foot, and then, the upper body turned a beautiful right back 360 degrees, and the straight leg of the right leg swept in an elegant arc from back to front, Ling Xiaotong's feet were very flat, ensuring that he could reach the soles of his feet!

"Smack——!!!

A beautiful turn swept the legs! The four people who just pounced in front of them were directly kicked and fell into a! There was not even a chance to resist! The guy who only relied on his mouth to flicker around eating on weekdays still wanted to come out to clean up Ling Xiaotong?

Have fun!! Ling Xiaotong is now simply a full "master" of martial arts! This kind of simple sanda move like turning and sweeping the legs can be easily achieved by Ling Xiaotong. And these guys can't even stop a kick!

Longhair was surprised, he didn't expect a fellow who looked like a student to be able to put four people on his side with one kick. And it's easy and natural. Looking at Ling Xiaotong's smiling face, Long Mao felt even more hairy in his heart.

Those guys also knew very well that a group of people of their own could hardly be said to be his opponents at all.

Ling Xiaotong didn't take the initiative to attack anyone, but walked forward and said to Changmao, "Now return the money to others, or give the painting to others." ”

"Okay, I'll return the money!" Long Hair decided without even thinking about it, after all, the painting would still be useful in the future. For him, it was still the painting that was valuable. Long Mao said very simply, although the middle-aged man still wanted to paint very much, the more they didn't give it to him, the more they wanted it, but they were afraid that the other party would retaliate against him, so he didn't say anything, and let Ling Xiaotong and a student help him deal with it.

Ling Xiaotong stretched out his hand: "What about the money." ”

Long Hair fumbled in the small fanny pack he carried with him for a while, and then handed over the money, seeing that his hands were still a little shaking.

After Ling Xiaotong borrowed the money, he didn't even look at it, and directly "tore the ——!" with both hands, tearing up the stack of money in a few clicks! The eyes of the people present were all bigger than cow eggs! This person is crazy!

"I want real money. Don't counterfeit money. Ling Xiaotong said indifferently: "Long hair, I hope you don't play tricks on me." I don't know how powerful you are here, or if you can get out of the bureau quickly, but I am sure that I will knock out your mouth full of teeth one by one, so that you will remember the consequences when you open your mouth to deceive people in the future, and of course, it will also make you think of me every time you eat in the future. Believe it?"

Longhair swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "I believe it." ”

"And, let me tell you again, it's illegal to carry so much fake money. Later, with Ang. Ling Xiaotong smiled very kindly, but the long hair looked very unpleasant.

Finally, Changmao still handed over the 18,000 yuan that he had hidden in his arms at some point. At this time, it is like a thousand knives stabbed into the heart of Long Mao, because the last thing a liar wants to see is to spit out the fat in his mouth......

Ling Xiaotong took the nearly two dozen red hairy grandfathers in Changmao's hands, and gave them back to the middle-aged man: "You still don't want to paint, if you want to paint, I'm afraid you won't have the ability to go out." After speaking, Ling Xiaotong also raised her eyebrows, signaled to the middle-aged man, and told him that he should understand what he meant.

The middle-aged man is not a child, of course he understands, although he is not willing to accept the painting, but he also understands that some people are not something he can afford to offend, since he has got his own money, then hurry up, more is better than less, now these people are probably hating this young man who spoils their good deeds, so take the opportunity to get out! The middle-aged couple is running faster than anyone else, it seems that there will be a little unpleasant factor on their trip as a souvenir.

"Do you really know how to draw? Ling Xiaotong looked at the extremely lost long hair.

Changmao is not in the mood now, knowing that his people can't deal with Ling Xiaotong, and he also knows that Ling Xiaotong can't do anything to himself, so he is not so cunning, when he heard Ling Xiaotong's culture, he actually smiled: "I don't know how to paint, can I sell paintings here." ”

"You drew this one. Ling Xiaotong asked, holding the fake painting.

Longhair nodded, "Yes, it's me." ”

"Not bad, either. Ling Xiaotong's words are not hypocritical, whether this painting is rough or not delicate, it is all relative to that one, Ling Xiaotong asked again: "Who painted that painting?"

Long Mao was slightly stunned: "That...... It was a collection of my father. ”

"This is what you copied?" Ling Xiaotong compared it repeatedly, and wondered, "Where did you go to college?" ”

"I didn't go to college. Changmao suddenly felt a little melancholy: "I have been admitted to the university for eight years, and I only recognize one National Art University for eight years, and no one can understand how fucking difficult the art examination is! Does the teacher of the National Arts University not like the paintings of the Hui School! I have been defeated and defeated again and again! The first examination is eight years! In ancient times, it was only ten years of hard study! I studied for six years in elementary school! In middle school, it took fifteen years to study for the National Arts University!

"Awesome. Ling Xiaotong couldn't help but praise: "Then why didn't you insist." ”

"It's not that I don't insist, it's that my parents can't hold on!" Changmao shook his long hair, and suddenly felt that he had unconsciously talked a lot with this guy who was supposed to be beaten. At this time, Changmao saw the pass hanging on Ling Xiaotong's chest again, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Is the campus of National Arts University big?"

Ling Xiaotong also became less stubborn in the disgust just now, sometimes many people have dreams, but some dreams require too many people's understanding. Maybe many people persevere, and after he succeeds, his dream will be valuable, and how many people will be able to understand before he succeeds? The most incomprehensible person may be the person closest to him.

If Chang Mao can really study at the National Arts University, then his level of painting is definitely not only that, why do the fakes he copies look rough, just because he doesn't have a studio that can make him calm down and paint. Living with a group of scammers, only thinking about how to cheat money and make a living, how can he still have dreams and a time when his mind is calm.

"Have you ever thought that if you had persevered at that time, your life and results would have been different. Ling Xiaotong was quite sympathetic to Long Hair at this time.

Long Hair smiled helplessly, and then shook his head: "There are some things that you can't do as you want. I also wanted to go to university, but I really didn't have a chance...... Haha, you think, if your father is angry because you failed the college entrance examination for eight years, you ...... Will you still hold on?"

Ling Xiaotong was quite touched by this sentence, he really didn't expect this guy to have such a rich story, Ling Xiaotong suddenly asked: "Then have you thought about it, if your father sees you in the sky, he will ...... Blind ......"

Ling Xiaotong's words were very heavy, very heavy, and Long Hair was as if he had been struck by lightning! He jumped up and gave Ling Xiaotong a punch! Ling Xiaotong didn't dodge, and let Long Hair punch him on the shoulder. Ling Xiaotong thought that this time, Professor Zhang from the Department of Chinese Painting also came, and he was an obsessive of Hui painting.

"Long hair, I'll introduce someone to you, are you interested? Ling Xiaotong looked at Changmao very seriously: "If you are really a member of the Hui School, Professor Zhang Rui, I think you should know you." ”

Zhang Rui felt that a five thunderbolts had smashed down, of course he had heard of this representative of the national Hui School painting department! At this time, Changmao's eyes seemed to have a resurgence of life, and he looked at Ling Xiaotong very confused and longing.

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