Song Ziwen said: "Everyone is a chess piece, everyone has restraints, and it is difficult to break free." Maybe...... It's harder for me to break free than you do. ”

Breaking the cocoon didn't understand the meaning of Song Ziwen's words, he only knew that Song Ziwen was from the Song family in the capital, but he didn't know why Song Ziwen left the Song family and disguised his identity as the owner of a barbecue restaurant.

He didn't know Song Ziwen's past, but judging from Song Ziwen's current situation, there must be some accidents in his heart that he couldn't resort to, and it was an unbearable story.

The dialogue between Pocoon and Song Ziwen, Zhang Mingming can understand part of it, but Xun Menglong doesn't understand it at all. He looked at them with a blank expression, feeling as if he was listening to two monks talk about Zen and Taoism, very profound.

The question is – do you still "order"?

It's just that in front of this senior, he didn't dare to be presumptuous, so he could only look at Zhang Mingming with "hungry and thirsty" eyes.

Fortunately, Song Ziwen didn't say much, and it was very mixed here, and it wasn't a place to talk about business, "What do you want to eat, I'll rub you tonight." ”

Breaking the cocoon smiled: "I'm still the same." ”

Then Zhang Mingming and Broken Cocoon both ordered some, Song Ziwen also ordered some, and asked people to move a case of beer.

Why is the night market business so good, mainly an atmosphere, drinking and eating meat, noisy and noisy, guessing and scolding, etc., only this kind of place, can be infinitely close to the life circle of some small people, infinitely close to life, these places, is not the kind of upper-class elite can experience another type of cultural atmosphere.

This kind of night market usually starts at 11 o'clock in the evening, and reaches its peak in the early morning.

After drinking a case of beer, Broken Cocoon and Xun Menglong were already groggy and began to feel nauseous.

The kind of person who can't drink alcohol when he breaks the cocoon, and he vomits with a bottle of beer, may have drunk two bottles today because of some concerns.

Only Song Ziwen and Zhang Mingming seemed to be more and more sober the more they drank, constantly clinking glasses, laughing and laughing, and still mocking the cocoon in their mouths.

I didn't know how I got home, I didn't know how long I had been asleep, and when I woke up, I only knew that my mind was filled with the sound of that intense music.

He was lying on the bed, and there was a Xun Menglong on the other end. There is also a hand on the edge of the bed, which should be Zhang Mingming.

This is Dabao's room, and the bed is still the same messy bed.

My head hurt a lot, but fortunately I didn't throw up, but I still felt a little nauseous in my heart, and I felt like retching.

Most of the lights on the opposite floor have long since been extinguished, and only a few homes are still on.

He sat up and saw that as his body moved, a lot of dust fell from his body, which was very conspicuous in the faint light.

It should have been the dust that splashed and fell on his body when he came back and was thrown on the bed, and he didn't even take off his clothes.

Xun Menglong hid his head in the quilt, as if he couldn't hear the noisy sound at all, and seemed to sleep comfortably.

Look at the time, it's still only four o'clock in the morning for sleeping. It was already four o'clock in the morning for the music that was still vibrating.

From the noisy sound, it should be the residents of the upper floor, but I don't know what floor it is.

The music was much quieter than about ten o'clock, and it was still very harsh at this time, so in the few minutes when he just woke up, he still heard the rough scolding of the residents downstairs or next door, and faintly heard the cries of children.

Breaking the cocoon and walking to the window, he lit a cigarette, and saw that there was still a police car parked downstairs, so someone must have called the police. It didn't take long for the sound of the stereo to be much quieter, and after a while, I heard the sound of someone walking up the stairs and swearing.

Although the voice was small, it was heard clearly when the cocoon was broken.

"Damn, this group of little B cubs is endless, looking for trouble every day these days, and today is the fourth time that Lao Tzu has been on this trip. If he could, he would have taken those guys back to the bureau and beaten them up. ”

Another person snorted and said, "This kind of thing can't be managed, these people are not breaking the law and committing crimes, but they just have no sense of public morality, and the few people who were beaten last time were also involved in the money, so what can we do but persuade them? Besides, they also lowered their voices as soon as we came, what else can you do?"

"But as soon as we left, they turned up the volume again, and I heard that the operators were all scolded by those complaint calls to tears. If he was abroad, such a person would have been arrested and imprisoned for at least a week. Mom, pull a. Bah. ”

"Don't you see the address on their ID card? These little miscellaneous things have a background, even if they are abroad, they can't be caught by the police. ”

Watching the police car drive away, Breaking the Cocoon heard another cheer from above, and after a while, the volume was turned up again. Someone in the neighborhood or next door scolded again, and the child began to cry again.

"If Dabao is still sleeping here, he must hate to hear this kind of sound. Breaking the cocoon threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it, "I don't like it either." ”

He shook his head vigorously, trying to make himself sober, but when he shook his head, the nausea in his heart was even heavier.

The building has only seven floors and does not have an elevator. Nowadays, there are many buildings without elevators in this kind of urban village, so we try to make the greenery as good as possible, and only in this way can the houses be rented and sold.

The sound came from the open-air deck on the top floor.

Pulled out of the room, walked out, and went upstairs. As soon as I went up to the fourth floor, I heard someone at the bottom of the building slapping on the security door, and there was also the sound of wine bottles smashing on the ground and shattering, as if three or four people were still shouting "Open the door, open the door quickly,." ”

Four o'clock in the morning, a couple of drunks.

Breaking the cocoon knows that even if these people either go home late or come to catch up with the rooftop.

"Hehe, can't the police do it?" Broken Cocoon chuckled, "So, I'll figure it out." ”

The voice-activated sound of the stairwell was not extinguished, shining on his face.

The smile is still there, and the eyes are very indifferent.

When he turned to go downstairs, he also heard footsteps coming down the stairwell, and he was still staggering when he heard the sound, and the man was still shouting some song, it should be the person who came down from the rooftop to pick up these drunks.

The knocking on the door was continuous, very harsh. Breaking the cocoon is not very conscious now, and the sound makes him feel very uncomfortable and nauseous.

Standing inside the security door, he saw three young men outside, all in their twenties, leaning against the iron door, full of alcohol.

When the three men saw the cocoon, they thought it was the person who had just called down to open the door, but when they saw the cocoon standing there without moving, one of them knocked on the security door with a wine bottle, and shouted indistinctly: "You're a dead man,, hurry up and open the door." ”

Another person also kicked the iron door heavily with his foot and said, "Why is it so slow, I've been waiting for a long time." ”

Cocoon smiled and opened the door, and the three men were about to rush in with a curse, and Cocoon put one hand on one of them's head, pulled his head aside, and then kicked the man in the lower abdomen.