It was already twelve o'clock at night after work, in order to thank several colleagues for their help, Liu Ziguang invited them to have supper, they were all young men who had no family to drag down, and they were happy to hear this, changed their uniforms and got into Liu Ziguang's car, and went to the night market food stall to eat barbecue.

The night market food stalls are located on the edge of the shantytown "high soil slope", which is a dilapidated road during the day, and dozens of spicy hot, mutton skewers and home-style stir-fried vegetable stalls are set up at night.

Nowadays, the nightlife of city people is rich and colorful, and supper is indispensable, those who are half-drunk in the bar, tired of PK in the Internet café, and those who get off the night shift all like to go to the night market food stalls to continue on the hour, which also creates the prosperity of the night market, which is open until the early hours of the morning before gradually dispersing, leaving only disposable chopsticks, swill, vomit and urine stains scattered everywhere.

Liu Ziguang and the barbecue stall they went to is called "authentic", which is somewhat famous in this area, the lamb skewers are sufficient, the price is cheap, the key is that all the real mutton is used, not the kind of dead cats and rotten dogs brushed with mutton fat, so the business is particularly good.

Four off-duty security guards picked a low table that looked quite flat, and sat down with a small horse for each person, Wang Zhijun seemed to be a regular customer, and he didn't need to look at the menu, he said directly to the dirty young man who came to greet him: "One pound of meat, two pounds of steamed buns, eight stinky dry, four bottles of beer, hurry up." ”

The young man snorted and asked disdainfully, "Do you want kidneys, sheep balls, pomfret, ham sausages or something?" ”

Wang Zhijun's head shook like a rattle: "Don't do it, it's not enough to order more." ”

Seeing that these people are so shabby, the young man didn't say much, put the ballpoint pen behind his ear, and shouted at the master under the shed: "Table No. 7, a pound of meat!" ”

"Wait." Liu Ziguang stopped the young man, picked up the menu and browsed it and said: "What kidney, sheep's eye, sheep's ball, lamb whip, lamb chops, tendons, see that there are eight servings, four catties of meat, and barrels of beer?" ”

The young man's eyes lit up: "Yes! Fresh draft beer, 80 yuan a barrel. ”

"Two barrels of draught beer."

"Brother Liu, the four of us can't eat that much." Wang Zhijun said.

"Can't the four big men eat this bit of meat, today I have a treat, and the brothers let go."

As soon as he heard this, Wang Zhijun was relieved, and the other two honest security guards also grinned.

After a while, several stainless steel plates were served, a large number of meat skewers exuded the fragrance of cumin and chili powder, a whole barrel of draft beer was brought over, and four hungry men raised large beer glasses and touched each other: "Cheers!" Suddenly the white foam and the yellow liquor overflowed.

was drinking happily, and out of the neon Internet café in the distance, more than a dozen young people dressed as hipsters, the small ones were fifteen or sixteen, and the big ones were seventeen or eighteen, all dressed in tight small tops with crotch pants and shoes, with colorful hair, and two little sisters with heavy makeup.

The thugs swaggered into the tunnel, put the four tables together, and sat down together, the boys took off their shirts, revealing the thin light backbone of the thorny dragon and the tiger, and the girls sat on the small horses, and the low-waisted pants showed a large section of snow white, and smoked cigarettes from the boys' cigarette boxes, and played and slapped, and from time to time let out exaggerated screams and unbridled laughter and scolding.

Liu Ziguang was listening to Wang Zhijun boasting about his glorious history when he was an airborne soldier in the 16th Army, but when he heard Xing's head was interrupted by these young people, he frowned slightly, reached out and grabbed the young man who had just delivered the meat skewers, and said to him: "Tell those children, be quiet." ”

The young man's eyes widened, he looked at Liu Ziguang in disbelief, walked straight to the table, and said something to a cool handsome guy in a shiny jacket sitting in the center.

In an instant, the group of people all fell silent, and the gangsters turned their heads coldly to look at Liu Ziguang and them, and a few guys even reached out and grabbed the beer bottle.

Wang Zhijun and others found that the situation was wrong, and they also quietly grabbed the small mazha under the buttocks, and they couldn't fight when they were on duty in the community, so it didn't matter if they were outside.

Liu Ziguang continued to drink his wine as if nothing happened, and the cool brother in red on the opposite side glared at Liu Ziguang, shook his hair dyed orange, and whispered, and the little gangsters turned their heads and continued to laugh and drink, and the voice was louder than just now.

Wang Zhijun was relieved, let out a long breath, and said to Liu Ziguang: "These little ruffians don't want to die when they fight, it's better to provoke less." ”

Liu Ziguang smiled and didn't say anything, the four of them moved the table a little, a little away from the group of young people, and continued to eat and drink.

Two barrels of ten-liter draft beer, large plastic beer glasses, let go of the amount of drinking, after a while, a few people rose uncomfortable, Wang Zhijun held his stomach and said: "No, I have to go to make it easier." ”

Two other colleagues also stood up and said, "We can't hold it back, let's go together." ”

The three of them went to the back of the flower bed across the road to release their pressure, and at this time four people came out of a Poussin car with no license plate that had long been parked on the side of the road, all wearing tourist shoes and baseball caps, with the brim pressed low, and the back of their hands behind their backs, pinching long strips wrapped in newspapers.

Liu Ziguang turned his back to the road, still pouring himself a drink, the four men walked quickly, quickly came to his back, and without saying a word, he pulled out the sharp blade behind his back, and slashed it at the back of Liu Ziguang's head.

Don't look at Liu Ziguang didn't look back, he had already heard their footsteps, the long knife chopped down with the sound of the wind, he just turned his head slightly and dodged it, and he had already held a steel bar for skewering mutton in his hand, which was made of tricycle spokes, and it was extremely sharp.

With a thud, the steel bar pierced into the attacker's right eye, and suddenly the long knife was taken out of his hand, covering his eyes and screaming, the other three people had also been mixed on the road for a long time, and they were not panicked when they saw that their companions were injured, but they were even more fierce, and they waved the sharp weapon in their hands to slash at Liu Ziguang.

Liu Ziguang was one against three, and his position was not chaotic at all, he first went up to the guy with the biggest block, dodged his machete, and hit the person's temple with a right hook.

Before the other two could react, Liu Ziguang had already stepped forward, Teng Teng kicked them in the face with two whip legs, and even the little bastards sitting in the distance could hear the sound of broken bones, and the two of them also fell down without saying a word, lying on the ground with one leg still twitching.

Liu Ziguang clapped his hands, continued to sit down to drink wine and eat meat, raised his wine glass and suddenly turned his head, raised his wine glass to the dumbfounded thugs at the table, nodded and smiled.

The thugs turned their heads back in unison, not daring to make any more noise.

Wang Zhijun finished the water, pulled the zipper and walked over, and saw four people lying on the ground, and couldn't help but be startled: "Brother Liu, what's the matter?" ”

Liu Ziguang smiled faintly, walked up to the owner of the meat skewer stall, threw down a stack of money and said, "I'm sorry." ”

The middle-aged boss held a cigarette in his mouth, and the machete in his hand to cut mutton stopped, "Leave you, it's okay." ”

"Thank you." Liu Ziguang turned around and left, pulling three stunned colleagues away.

Walking on the road, the frightened Wang Zhijun asked, "Brother Liu, did you die?" What's the matter? ”

Liu Ziguang said unhurriedly: "I have a sense of proportion under my hands, and I can't die, besides, I am considered legitimate defense, and they tried to kill people, so they didn't dare to report the case." ”

Wang Zhijun and the others were relieved.

Sending the three of them home, Liu Ziguang went to the candy bar as soon as the steering wheel turned, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the knife hand was invited by Sun Wei, but he didn't expect this kid to be very black, and he was going to kill someone for this little thing. If you don't do it, you won't be able to sleep at ease in the future.

When he came to the door of the bar, he found that the light inside was blind, the roller shutter door was closed, and there was no car at the door.

Sun Wei ran away, and Liu Ziguang didn't make a move, after all, he just came back, and he had no social foundation at all, and he was even more blind to the intricate underworld relationship in the city, and he couldn't figure out the doorway.

After going around twice, Liu Ziguang drove home, passing by the tunnel, it was already four o'clock in the morning, there was no pedestrian on the street, the diners of the food stalls were also scattered, and the boss was packing up the tent stove and sundries, ready to go home to rest.

Liu Ziguang parked the car on the side of the road, came down to take a few looks, under the dim street lamp, the remaining blood stains were gone, the young man was washing the floor with a plastic basin and a broken mop, at this time the young man looked at Liu Ziguang's gaze again, and he had a little reverence.

"Boss, I'm in trouble." Liu Ziguang threw a cigarette over.

The middle-aged boss raised his head and smiled, with an old scar on his face: "Small things, common." ”

"What about the boys?"

"Get up and walk on your own."

"Didn't call the police?"

"What about calling the police, these boys are from the Northeast when they hear the accent, maybe they have something on their bodies, and they dare to find the police?"

As soon as he heard this, Liu Ziguang was completely relieved, he was not worried about himself, but mainly because he was afraid that his parents would be sad and sad.

This boss seems to have been mixed up, but seeing his indifferent appearance, he didn't want to talk to Liu Ziguang more, so Liu Ziguang nodded and drove away.

……

Early the next morning, Liu Ziguang got up early, bought steamed buns, fritters, soy milk, morning newspaper, and started cleaning after serving the two elders after breakfast.

After coaxing the second elder to go out happily, Liu Ziguang also went out with his slippers, and after eight years away from home, he wanted to take a good look at what had changed in his hometown.

Except for being more dilapidated than eight years ago, little has changed, with indiscriminate wires, roadside sewage flowing sideways, small advertisements plastered on the walls, and even the bicycle repair stall at the corner of the street still exists.

"Uncle Guo, a new dog." Liu Ziguang greeted the old man who repaired the car affectionately and walked over slowly.

Unconsciously, I walked near my alma mater, and there were three dilapidated snooker cases on the side of the road, the dark green surface was mottled, and the unemployed young people were holding clubs, smoking cigarettes, and playing boringly.

Liu Ziguang walked over slowly, and when he saw the billiards case, he couldn't help but itch and wanted to play two games, and suddenly a cool guy in a red T-shirt came out of the roadside bungalow, which was the boss of the gangsters last night.

"Liu Ziguang?" The young man in red shouted tentatively.

"Huh? Do you know me? Liu Ziguang looked him up and down.

"It's really you! I'm handsome, we're in a compound. The young man shouted with joy, "Yesterday I wondered how it was so similar, it was really you, brother." ”

Liu Ziguang also patted his head and suddenly realized: "I think of it, the little hairy child in Uncle Pei's house who drags his nose is still wetting the bed, Bei Xiaoshuai!" ”