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The summer night breeze carries an annoying sultry heat that runs down the mouth and nose and into the chest, making people feel oppressive from the skin to the bone marrow. Wen Liang slowly walked out of the alley with his support for the wall, looked at the road in front of him, and let out a long breath.

Although the beaten place on his body still hurts, it is still within the tolerable range, and the warmth at this time is naturally much tougher than that of the sixteen-year-old boy, he uses his thumb, index finger and middle finger to fan the wound, sometimes three points of force, sometimes five points of force to do clockwise and counterclockwise massage, after a while, the pain is reduced a little.

After graduating from university, a middle-aged teacher in a Taoist hall in Beijing taught him a method that had a miraculous effect on reducing swelling and removing stasis. Later, Wen Liang learned that this middle-aged man was born in Neijiaquan, but in order to make a living, he could only go to the taekwondo gym to take classes. This is also a helpless thing, the learning conditions of Neijiaquan are harsh, the effect is extremely slow, and there is no determination for many years of perseverance, it is impossible to learn and succeed. Wen Liang has studied with the teacher for more than a year, and he only knows a little bit of skin, and he hasn't learned much about real kung fu, but some practical small means are very skillful.

Standing on the streets of Qingzhou in 95 years, looking at the qiē in front of him, Wen Liang still couldn't believe it. The low buildings, the dilapidated streets, the white tiled walls that are still shiny and shiny at night, there is no noise of bright lights in the later generations, there is no noise of traffic and people, two rows of tall plane trees make a hoarse moan in the night wind, occasionally a few shirtless old men drink Qinggong beer and shout five or six to walk by, and the little sister standing under the roadside street lamp suddenly let out a presumptuous laugh.

Qingzhou is still so beautiful.

Silently identifying the next direction, Wen Liang walked towards the house, at this time his father should be nestled on the sofa with the latest Wen Jiàn to study domestic policy trends, the deputy director of the Policy Research Office of the Municipal Party Committee, the party group ranking is still crowded out at the end, and the status at home can be imagined, my mother must be watching TV while reprimanding him that he should go to the boss to walk around more. Thinking of his parents, Wen Liang smiled slightly, and his staggering steps were a little brisker.

Turning a few small alleys, passing through the alley of East Street, I suddenly saw a black Santana parked on the side of the road, a woman in a black skirt leaned over the back of the car and bent over to vomit, her long hair hanging down on the side of her ears, the exquisite uniform wrapped the figure exquisitely clear, and a pair of slender white and tender ** under the skirt were tightly together, setting off the roundness of the high bulge shockingly.

Wen Yu quietly whistled and walked past the woman, she lowered her head and couldn't see her appearance, but she shouldn't be more than 30 years old. At this time, a young man walked out of another alley more than ten meters in front, 1.7 meters tall, army green shorts, flip-flops, a white vest on his shoulder, a cigarette in his mouth, and kept the favorite "Yi Miantou" of the gangsters nowadays -- "The Man of the Troubled Boy in the Jianghu" was released in 95 years, and after the spread of the video halls all over the mountains and fields in the mainland, it caused a huge sensation.

Wen Liang didn't want to get into trouble, now this small body is not capable of causing trouble, this road is not the main road, there are no pedestrians, he lowered his head slightly, passed by the young man, put his right hand in his trouser pocket, touched the only 5 yuan, and was ready to be blackmailed.

But the strange thing is that the young man walked over without stopping, and he didn't even look at it, and what surprised Wen Liang even more was that he felt that the young man seemed to be trembling nervously.

Nervous?

There is a saying in Qingzhou that is widely circulated: people look like dogs during the day, male thieves and female prostitutes behind them, the eldest man is the king of Qingzhou, and the thugs are cockroaches at night. With the right time and place like just now, it would be an insult to the cause of gangsters not to carry out work by the way.

Wen Liang couldn't suppress his curiosity, turned his head to take a look, and with the vicious eyes that he had honed in later life, he immediately saw that the young man was walking very stiffly, and even had a few crutches.

Well? Wen Yu walked more than 20 meters forward, and his face suddenly changed color. He finally remembered that it was tonight, right here, that there was a sensational rape case. Zuo Yuxi, the youngest deputy director-level cadre in Qingzhou and deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau, was raped by a young man on his way home from attending a reception banquet. With Zuo Yuxi's background, the case could have been compressed to a minimum, and the reason why it was in an uproar at the time was said to be because there happened to be an amateur photographer among the passers-by, who took a few photos, and later the photos became powerful evidence for the police conviction......

As you can imagine, rumors were rampant overnight in Qingzhou, and various versions circulated among the authorities and the market, Zuo Yuxi first resigned from his administrative position, and then left the education system, and finally died without resisting the pressure. And the rapist also committed suicide in the detention center.

The warmth of the previous life is not a good thing, where will I pay attention to social news? He remembered it purely because the next day his father had warned him not to go out at night, and when he learned about the situation, he learned that on the same night, a few streets away, there was a woman who had suffered a more cruel shame than he had.

He was deprived of the self-esteem of a young boy, and that person was deprived of the right to live.

Wen Liang stopped and clenched his fists violently, the 16-year-old thin body did not feel full of strength at all, and it was undoubtedly wishful thinking to stop a professional who was crawling around in the market.

Alarm?

In the era when there were no telephones, no mobile phones, and no even 201 recharge cards, calling the police was really a technical job. Wen Liang has lived in Qingzhou for 20 years and has never bothered the police, and he doesn't even know where the nearest police station is.

Get?

Except for himself, the woman, and the young man, there were only stars above his head, and reflections under the lamp. I really don't know where the passers-by are mentioned in the newspaper? If Wen Liang hadn't just been reborn and was a little dizzy and found the wrong way, he wouldn't have passed through Dongjie Hutong.

There was a low exclamation from behind, and Wen Liang turned around suddenly, only to see a pair of beautiful long legs kicking next to the car, and his high heels pulled out two shallow marks on the ground and disappeared into the boy's gaze.

There, there's a narrow dead end!

Wen Liang finally made up his mind and looked around, and there was indeed a large pile of construction waste not far ahead. In order to save costs, some construction companies secretly loaded construction waste in small pickup trucks or tricycles at night and dumped them in a remote place in the urban area. Often, some residents go out early in the morning and find that there are piles of cement ash, brick shavings, broken steel bars and other garbage in front of their homes or not far away, which almost becomes psoriasis in Qingzhou like small advertisements. The alley where Gu Wenyuan and Mu Shanshan were fighting just now also had two such piles of garbage. Later, the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee and the Municipal Government ordered the five functional departments to jointly govern for a long time, and it was not until 96 years that there was a slight improvement.

Now, in Wen Liang's eyes, this garbage is like a thief's egg knife, he didn't hesitate, hurriedly ran over, picked two half-meter-long steel bars from it, clenched his hand tightly, and turned back.

Tonight in the previous life, I lost my future, and you, but you lost your dazzling life.

At this moment in this life, I have the right to write the future, so let me give you the glory you deserve!

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