readx; I unconsciously walked into an alley, and the alley was not long. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info On both sides are tall buildings, at a glance, there is a lonely street lamp in the middle of the alley, the light is a little weak, there are already some places on the white lamp pole showing yellow skin, it looks like an old man with smallpox, the alley is very quiet, although there is a street lamp, but it still has to make people feel cold, there is a hotel with LED slogans in the depths of the alley, the lights of the hotel are still on, and you can see people coming in and out, I shook my hand and walked towards the hotel.

As I walked towards the hotel, I looked back, and there was a faint presence behind me, and when I looked back, there was nothing, except for a few black barriers that I had never seen before, there was nothing unusual, I ignored it, but I always felt that something was wrong, and I couldn't remember it for a while.

I continued to walk towards the hotel, and suddenly my heart was shocked: barrier, I didn't see much of the barrier when I came in, did it...... I turned around suddenly, and several people in black were already rushing towards me, and the reflex made me run away, and I wanted to rush straight into the hotel, but the hotel closed at the moment I was about to reach the hotel. I called out a few times outside the door, but no one answered, and when I looked back at the man in black who was getting closer and closer to me, I felt that my legs began to weaken, and I sat down on the steps of the hotel, and my heart was full of despair and fear, like a beast about to be slaughtered, completely overwhelmed.

Finally, the group of guys dressed in black came to me, and a guy who looked ugly and had a grim eyebrow shouted at me: "Run, run hard, why don't you run?" Do you think that Uncle I am handsome, so I am willing to let me slaughter? I got up from the steps, glanced at him, and replied, "I don't understand what you're saying, but if you say you're handsome, then I don't agree with it." Who knew that this guy was so narcissistic, he was actually angered by my words, he pointed a murderous finger at me and called out unhappily: "Boy, why don't you approve, ah." Are you more handsome than me? I replied in an arrogant tone: "As you are, I think it is about as prosperous as my family." As soon as he said this, he became angry, rushed in front of me and kicked me in the stomach, and I immediately crouched on the ground with my stomach in my hand, curled up. Give him a 'congratulatory sound' in his mouth.

When he saw me groaning on the ground, he turned to anger and scolded me with triumph and said, "Baga, Moses gave me that idea."

Meaning: Bastard, you dare to slander me. After he finished scolding, he laughed a few more times. I whispered on the ground: TMD turned out to be a bunch of Japanese pigs. After I finished scolding, a tall, pockmarked guy with a combed fart said to me again: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Saburo Harada, and I am from Tokyo, Japan." He is also from Tokyo, and he is an excellent businessman of the Japanese Empire. He said as he pointed to the people around him.

I got up from the ground, stomped my feet, and asked, "Mazi, what do I have a deep grudge against you, and why are you bothering me?"

Harada Saburo smiled and said to me, "Why are we bothering you?" It's up to you? "I was so confused by him that I pinched the back of my head and asked, "Ask myself, what do you mean?" Did I rape your mother? As soon as I finished speaking, he was furious and said, "Little bastard, you dare to insult me like this, you seem to be tired of life, but (but what, you harpy is so quick to say, I am anxious in my heart) after I have taught you a lesson, please do not tell your family about this, lest they be sad." May I? "When TMD said this, it clearly looked down on me and treated me like a three-year-old baby? I replied angrily, "Little bastard, you're a little fucking talkative, I promise you, but you'll have to make your words clearer." Why bother me?

He looked around for a moment, still angrily saying to me, "Who told you kid to bully Keiko, do you know what kind of person Keiko is?" How honorable? She is the only daughter of the Taro Yamashima family. Even I don't dare to touch her, how dare you bully her? It's not a small amount of courage, hehehehehe. After saying that, he waved his hand, and all the Japanese rushed up together, and I was not to be outdone, put down my backpack, and said coldly to them: Come on, Japanese pigs, let me teach you how to behave in China!

We opened up all at once, and I jumped up and knocked one over with one kick, left punch after punch, desperate to die, my punches were so powerful that hitting them was like hitting a human punching bag. But no matter how good I was, how could I be able to beat four or five of them, I was kicked a few times on my body, a few times on my legs, and a Japanese pig scratched a paw on my face, but fortunately my physical strength was good, and I just beat them to the ground. A Japanese product still wants to fight with me, but after a few struggles, he can't move, looking at these Japanese who fell to the ground, our hearts are so cool, it's just cool, I picked up my backpack, stepped on Harada Saburo hard, and scolded him: You Japanese pig, didn't you just be very good? Do you get up and continue to give me a fork? After saying that, he stepped on it again. Don't step on the white, don't step on it, I step on it and continue to step on it, we can't be soft-hearted in the face of the Japanese, think about the time when the Japanese killed my people and invaded my territory, I gave all the other Japanese and Japanese a kick, straight to the point, kicked the testicles, kicked the bending tools. Seeing that these guys on the ground were in pain and couldn't make a good voice, I showed compassion, carried forward my Buddha spirit, learned from Lei Feng to do good deeds without trying to reciprocate, gave them one dollar, and after giving them a dollar, I turned around and wanted to leave, Harada Saburo suddenly shouted at me: "Boy, do you insult us for a dollar?" You probably look down on us too much. I turned back to him and said, "Do you want to do it again?" Okay, then I'll give some strength and accompany you Japanese pigs to be "happyhappy." After saying that, I pretended to twist my head and squeezed my fist.

Harada Saburo looked at the other Japanese, and said to me helplessly: "Even if you want to insult us, at least give 10,000 or 20,000." I smiled disdainfully at him and said, "Japanese pig, the dollar I give you is to buy you an ice cream, lest you go home and tell your family that you were repaired by a cleaner in China."

In fact, I also know that Harada Saburo is not convinced at all, but when he saw everyone else falling, he just said a soft word to me, seeing them so rampant, SB can see how hard their backstage is, and I also clearly know that sooner or later there will be a life-and-death battle between us, but the time has not yet come.

I turned around and walked towards the exit of the alley, and when I reached the middle of the alley, I took out my phone and saw that it was already 00:30 in the morning, and when I walked out of the alley, Saburo Harada yelled at me: "You remember for me, one day I will make you kneel in front of me and beg for mercy, and I will give you back ten times more than the amount you insulted me today." I ignored him and continued my path.

I walked out onto the streets of Shenzhen again, looking at the neon-lit and lost city, and I was filled with thoughts: why is my fate so bad? Why is God so unfair to me? Why are you left out everywhere? Why? Why? Why is that? Why?

I echoed in the empty streets, 'Why, why?' Even the echo carries a sense of dissatisfaction with fate.

It seemed that because of my loud voice, the lights of several nearby buildings turned on, and I vaguely heard an old woman say loudly in dissatisfaction: "Is it that dead scumbag, who won't let people sleep in the middle of the night?" "That voice is very similar to the charter woman in Stephen Chow's "Kung Fu". Thinking of this, I smiled bitterly.

The night was already very deep, and it began to rain in the sky, and I felt that my face began to ache, and I touched it with my hand, and my hands were wet, and I thought it might have been cut by the Japanese pig just now, and for a while I began to complain again: You said that I am a master's student, and I don't even have a place to stay, and I actually got into trouble with the Japanese because of Keiko. Oh my God, why? Why is that?

After venting a bit, I calmed down again, I had the idea of leaving Shenzhen, and even wanted to quit this damn job and go back to Sichuan. But when I thought of my parents and my sister who was still in college, I dispelled this idea again, maybe Wang Xinran was right, for the sake of life, we have no choice, but even the place I hope for is forced by life? Life is really cruel! Cruelty can't be described in words! How many poor people have to suffer from the anger of the rich in order to live? In order to make a living, how many children from poor families have become migrant workers? How many innocent girls sell their souls in order to live? In order to live, overcharge people and die on the road of violating crimes?

As I walked, suddenly, there was a sound of messy footsteps behind me, and I thought it was those Japanese pigs coming, just in time to catch a few to vent and extinguish the fire. I clenched my fists and turned to prepare for the battle, but I didn't expect that it was a woman who walked crookedly, like a withered grass swaying in the wind, and my mood began to improve because of the woman who appeared.

Under the bright street lamp, I squinted my eyes and took a closer look at this woman, with a model-like figure, wearing high heels, and her hair was a little scattered, but it didn't cover her face. So beautiful! It's so beautiful! I don't feel happy in my heart: Could it be that God dropped a sister Lin for us? However, low self-esteem still defeated me, and I thought that I was now poor and miserable, and I could not protect myself. He turned around and walked away.

I had barely taken a few steps when he shouted to me, "Whoever is in front, stop me." I stopped again, turned to her, and asked, "What?" She walked up to me crookedly again, squinted at me and said, "Send me home, I'm too drunk to walk." My house is on the second floor of Zijin Huafu 122.

The light rain in the sky gradually became heavier, and in order to find a place to shelter from the rain, I could only send her home by myself.

I put down the worthless, lightweight backpack in one hand, and carried her back to where she had spoken, her plump breasts pressed against my back, hot and soft. It actually made me feel hopeful. But don't think that we are such casual people, we are innocent young men and single-minded people. We can't bear it anymore, and we can endure it again. Our tolerance for sex can be said to be more than that of the whole of China, and how many beautiful young women have tried to seduce me have been cruelly rejected by me. Do you think we have strong endurance?

Finally, following the route he said, I carried her to her house, and fortunately her door had an automatic fingerprint confirmation function. So as not to let us find the key on her body, and leave a groping pig hand infamy through the ages, I pressed it with her thumb in the fingerprint verification area, and the door opened automatically. I put her on the bed in a bedroom and covered her with a quilt, and then I went back to the hall of her house, which was French-style, full of luxury, and of first-class design, quite like a palace hall. At first glance, you can tell that it is a big family.

I sat down on the sofa in the hall, smoked a cigarette for three pieces, and then fell asleep on the sofa.