Chapter I

Lu Wenlong, who came home from school, took out the key and opened the door, it was an old one-bedroom house, except for a wall full of various books in the living room, there was nothing of value.

There is no one at home, my father has been working in the coast for two or three years, and he may not come back to see him during the Spring Festival.

The fourteen-year-old boy didn't feel anything unaccustomed, so he turned on the stove and ordered himself a bowl of noodles. In the process of waiting for the boiling water, I habitually grabbed a copy of "Caigen Tan", read the previous paragraph with taste, and even made noodles, and when I was snoring and eating, I also happily looked at the "operation does not change the edge and does not leak" and pouted: "Easier said than done, do you think that the sackcloth pocket is filled with nails, and the tip of the nail can not easily come out?" ”

After eating three or two times, I washed the dishes, went to the balcony and used a fork stick to accept a shirt that had just been washed yesterday, it was already dry, dressed, habitually expanded my chest, and felt that there was no obstacle to the movement, so I took a rubber stick and pinned it to my waist under the sandbag hanging by the balcony, and went out to work.

Yes, that's right, not long after Lu Wenlong went to junior high school, he began to do odd jobs outside, what serious job can a twelve or thirteen-year-old child find? So in the small gambling mahjong parlor, serve tea, help errands to buy cigarettes and send food, from half past six to ten o'clock in the evening, fifty yuan a month, occasionally meet the old customers who win the money happy, maybe will reward a few dollars of change, but when I meet the loss of money and scold the little rabbit cub for touching the moldy head, and even the case of fists and feet added more.

In the current era of a general salary of three or four hundred, plus some occasional living expenses, Lu Wenlong can still barely live on his own.

The owner of the mahjong parlor is surnamed Pang, he is really a chubby old man, his hair is a little gray, he wears a black silk cardigan, a little old, and there are many marks, he holds a pu fan in his hand, and sits on the wall by a table of eight immortals, and the table is neatly filled with white bowls of teacups, and a little tea has been sprinkled in each teacup.

Lu Wenlong rolled up his sleeves and served a plate of tea with his hands and feet: "Hello Uncle Pang...... It looks good today! ”

Old man Pang wanted to kick his ass: "Lao Tzu looks like this every day, can you say hello and change your tricks?!" ”

Lu Wenlong smiled and mixed boiling water with boiling water and brought it out, and said hello to those he knew: "Xiaoliu is late for work today, Pang Ye won't deduct your money?" ”

The little baby replied with spirit: "If you deduct the money for work-study, you will be punished by God......" laughed.

However, this kind of place is also full of gangsters, even if Lu Wenlong is not very lucky today, he brought a cup of tea and put it on the tea seat next to the mahjong table, and a gangster who was playing mahjong looked at him: "Little teaman?" Nice clothes, huh? ”

The shirt was sent back from Guangdong by his father, the style is really good, but I have seen less in the past few years, and I estimated the wrong son's development body type under malnutrition, a little big, but the striped style is a little slim, so that the little boy still looks very energetic, plus the consistent shaved board inch, if it is not for the face is slightly darker, it can be said that the appearance is small and white, mainly because it is a little thin.

Lu Wenlong looked down and smiled: "Whatever you wear, you use tea ......"

Gangster direct: "Take it off for me, I'll go to the dance hall later......" This one is really not dressed well, the jeans below can be said to be deliberately worn, the T-shirt on top is white mercerized, and the collar is so black that it can be scraped!

Lu Wenlong still smiled: "Big brother is happy to play cards, don't be happy with our criminals......"

The thug grabbed a melon seed and smashed it in his face: "If you are told to take it off, take it off!" Don't chirp crookedly, Lao Tzu won't look good when he does it...... "The strength is not big, but it is insulting enough, and the tip of the melon seed seems to be shaved a little hot on Lu Wenlong's face."

Then this gangster looked at Lu Wenlong's somewhat unruly eyes, and half-got up and slapped him! slapped Lu Wenlong's face fiercely, and a clear five-finger print soon emerged......

Many people in the teahouse looked up and saw that it was a gangster and a teenager arguing, laughing and scolding, and continued to play with themselves.

Lu Wenlong put down the tea tray and saw that there were three old men and middle-aged people playing cards with him, they all buried their heads and pretended not to hear, so they touched their faces and made a gesture of unbuttoning, but walked out under their feet......

The thug shouted at him, "Hey! Torturer, where are you going? ”,

Lu Wenlong walked to the door in a few steps, and as soon as he left the door, he turned around and pulled out the rubber rod from his waist......

This is a self-defense weapon made by himself, the two ends of the black rubber water pipe are blocked with log stoppers, and the middle is filled with iron sand, and the wooden stoppers are fixed with iron wires, in case they are caught, pull out the wooden stopper, and let go of the iron sand is a powerless hose, and now it is a little heavy in his hand, he is not willing to casually bring a knife on his body, and be caught by the police or snatched by the other party, then it is not a trivial matter.

Sure enough, I heard the thug who was less than twenty years old scolding and scolding and got up and chased out, as soon as he stepped out of the door and entered the darkness, he was hit on the top of his head by Lu Wenlong's slashing stick, and before he could come back to his senses, Lu Wenlong changed the split to a pump, and slapped it horizontally on the cheek, which was more effective than just now, and the heavy blow to the jawbone and the root of the ear made this stumble suddenly......

But Lu Wenlong was still too small, and his strength did not reach the level of complete subduation, this gangster sobered up a little, and hit him angrily, and the first punch hit Lu Wenlong's nose, it was really sweet and sour, and a little dark blood flowed out of his nostrils.

Lu Wenlong stepped forward without hesitation, but before he could whip the thirty-centimeter-long rubber stick on the other party, he was kicked to the waist by a side kick: "Little rabbit cub!" You still want to plot against me! Lao Tzu has to give you your parts today! ”

As Lu Wenlong was kicked to the foot of the tree on the side of the road, the thugs scolded and scolded and followed a few steps, and directly kicked Lu Wenlong who was lying on the ground!

Lu Wenlong's right rib felt a hot pain, and he almost held his breath, but he didn't wait for anyone, and a kick came up from behind, he could only take this opportunity to swing the rubber stick in his right hand vigorously to smash the ankle of the other party's other foot.

This little gangster who often fights on the street is much more experienced than those high school students, and he stepped on Lu Wenlong's right hand and twisted it vigorously, the kind of dull pain with a piercing heart made Lu Wenlong let go of the rubber stick in his hand......

The weapon fell into the other party's hand, picked it up and checked it in his hand: "You little dog, you are ruthless, and there is iron sand in it?!" As he spoke, he swung the rubber stick and hit Lu Wenlong's shoulder hard!

While cursing loudly, the raindrops of sticks smashed on Lu Wenlong's still immature shoulders and back, and there seemed to be a trace of blood on the pinstriped shirt......

It was dark, the street lights were dim, and not many people walked on this side road at night.

So on the road outside the mahjong teahouse, Lu Wenlong tossed and turned, curled up like a shrimp, and no one watched, no one stopped him......

The thugs hit with sticks and kick with their feet!

Lu Wenlong could only protect his head and lower abdomen as much as possible, shrink into a ball as much as possible, and let him kick and beat!

It really hurts!

……

A slightly old voice was not too loud: "Enough! ”

The thug himself was panting: "If you don't eat and drink on the toast on Puppy Day, you should teach him how to be a man!" ”

Standing at the door shouting is the old man Pang, and there are two sturdy middle-aged men standing beside him, Lu Wenlong knows that these two are regular customers who have always sat in the store and played mahjong, and now he is a little blurred and doesn't look very clear......

Old man Pang didn't speak politely: "He is a little errand in my store, I don't have your share of teaching, get out!" ”

The thug spit on Lu Wenlong's body, and then smashed him on the head with a rubber stick before leaving hatefully.

Lu Wenlong almost curled up on the ground for a while before he groaned, and slowly turned around and lay on his back on the ground, his eyes blank. The bones and muscles all over the body are about to fall apart, and there are not many open external wounds, all of which are internal injuries, and it is estimated that an older person will be unconscious at this time......

Old man Pang walked over slowly with his hands behind his back, didn't stretch out his hand, and looked down: "You're not dead, are you?" ”

Lu Wenlong closed his eyes and held back his strength for a moment before he spoke hoarsely: "No!" ”

Old man Pang actually smiled a little: "You are still young, you came to mix in society, that's it, if you haven't suffered hardships, how can you know how to be a person?" ”

Lu Wenlong could feel that his body was slowly pulling back, but he didn't want to speak, he just tried to tense his body a little tighter, as if this would speed up his recovery.

Old man Pang looked at his expression: "Come out and mix, that's it, either step on someone or be stepped on, it depends on whether you have such ability and strength......" This old man who is usually happy like Maitreya Buddha, at this moment, Lu Wenlong saw a little ruthlessness and cunning on his face, just like a weasel who gave a New Year's greeting to a chicken.

Lu Wenlong finally sat up against the tree next to the road: "Thank you...... Uncle Pang Xie, Pang Ye save me......" No wonder someone usually calls him that.

Old man Pang shook his head: "I'm not saving you, you don't deserve to be saved, I don't want him to beat you to death or make trouble at my door!" As he said this, he paid attention to the expression of the little boy.

Lu Wenlong insisted on standing up and rolling away, but the upper body had received too many heavy blows just now, and his legs kept trembling when he got up, but this stubborn young man still reached out and picked up the rubber stick and slowly inserted it into his lower back.

Old man Pang's cloudy old eyes seemed to light up a little: "Do you still want to come out and mix?" ”

Lu Wenlong finally stood up, staggered to the tree trunk, looked at the old man in front of him who was a little fat and had a rickety figure, and barely squeezed out a smile: "I want to ......!" ”

What else can you do? People want to eat, they want to live, and if they want to stand firmly on the ground, they have to be stronger than others! I can fight better than others!

The fourteen-year-old boy leaning against the uneven trunk of the tree held his thighs fiercely with both hands, insisting that his still trembling knees should not kneel!

Be sure to stand! Even if you are injured and hurt to fall apart, you have to stand up desperately!

It's going to be like this for the rest of your life