Director Lu of the police station in the jurisdiction has called Yang Hong several times, and told Zhuo Yang not to beat people again, and it will be difficult for Director Lu to do it if he continues to beat people. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info son of Lao Ma in the urban village, and his back molars were fanned out. Lao Ma has been the branch secretary for nearly 20 years, and for the first time, he rushed to Director Lu's office and slapped the desk loudly. Poor Director Lu's big canned oranges, glass bottles, and teacups shook to the ground and fell to pieces. It can empty an entire kettle of water at a time, and I can't buy it right now. Director Lu is distressed......

Director Lu's only daughter is a student in Teacher Yang Hong's class.

Wang Fatzi, the director of the Security Department of the Military Academy, also looked for Zhuo Tongtong several times.

"Brother Zhuo, Brother Zhuo, Professor Zhuo, let your son stop causing trouble, please."

Zhuo Tongtong is surprisingly popular in the compound.

Wang Fatzi had a deep ambiguous relationship with a laid-off textile worker who looked like a Uyghur girl, and was broken by his wife. That beating, every man he saw was trembling in his liver, and when he returned home, he tried his best to be good to his daughter-in-law, and many models of loving wives and family pacesetters emerged for a while. Wang Fatzi's wife wanted to go to the head of the hospital to expose her husband and make Wang Fatzi stink, but she was stopped by Zhuo Tongtong bitterly. Not to mention, Zhuo Tongtong's bookish air and black-framed glasses really have the style of a friend of middle-aged and elderly women.

Yang Hong completely broke out. The feather duster slammed Zhuo Yang's ass like he didn't want money, the corners of his father Zhuo Tongtong's mouth twitched, and his sister Zhuo Qiu hid in the small room and secretly wiped her tears.

Out of awe of his mother since he was a child, Zhuo Yang didn't dare to dodge at all, gritted his teeth and broke his ass hard, imagining that he was a qigong master, and opened the second vein of Ren Du to move out a golden bell jar for his buttocks.

This kind of corporal punishment method called 'stir-fried meat with bamboo shoots' is used by every mother in China without a teacher, and she is skilled in using it. In the past seventeen years, Zhuo Yang has been very familiar with the taste of this dish, and his rough skin and thick butt are no longer too big of a matter to take a feather duster.

For Yang Hong, who is graceful and weak and has never refused to exercise, the physical strength consumed by this chicken feather dance is no less than a soldier holding a bayonet on the high ground and slashing an enemy company.

Half an hour later, Yang Hong, whose wheezing had calmed down a little, looked at her son who was still pouting and didn't dare to move, and her tears fell down.

"If you don't associate with those bad boys, you just won't listen, and you see what you've learned from them?"

Every mother thinks that her child is good, and the reason why she learns bad is because of someone else's fault. Either you are brought bad by bad friends, or you are framed by bad boys.

Yang Hong had the son of a classmate, and after getting drunk with a group of friends, he took a girl to disability and was sentenced to a heavy sentence. But Yang Hong's classmates insisted that her son was innocent, and that the reason for the mistake was that his son was persecuted by bad friends, and that the victim girl was a broken shoe, and that she had seduced her son. And then I kept petitioning.

Protecting the short is a common characteristic of every mother in China.

Seeing his wife shed tears, Zhuo Tongtong was distressed, and ran over like a monkey butt on fire.

"Honghong, dissipate your anger, don't be angry with your body. You're tired, rest for a while, I'll help you continue to beat. ”

Zhuo Yang: "......"

Zhuo Qiu also hurriedly walked out and put his arm around Yang Hong.

"Mom, don't cry, my brother knows it's wrong."

Zhuo Tongtong turned his head and shouted at his son: "Look at how tired your mother is, why don't you hurry over and admit your mistake." You little bastard! ”

Yang Hongfeng had tears in her eyes, her eyes widened, and she was furious.

"Who are you scolding? He's a little bastard, so what am I? ”

Zhuo Tongtong: "......"

Zhuo Qiu: "......"

Zhuo Yang: "......"

After the typhoon, there will be a time when the raging seas will finally calm down. The tide of Qiantang is surging, the tide is receding, and the river will still show its usual serenity and peace.

Yang Hong decided, after graduating from high school, Zhuo Yang went to study abroad and went to Hannover, Germany. There are three reasons for this.

First, you can keep your son away from bad friends. Don't believe that they can run to Germany to take Zhuo Yang badly?

Second, the piano department of the University of Music Hannover is ranked first in the world. It's the first, it's not the one.

Third, there is no reason, the old lady has the final say.

For others, the Hannover University of Music is out of reach, but for Zhuo Tongtong and Yang Hong's family, it is not a distant mountain that cannot be touched.

The University of Music Hannover has a very high reputation in the world, especially its piano program, which has been ranked first in the world for many years. The University of Music Hannover is a public university, and while it doesn't have horribly high tuition fees, it has very demanding admissions conditions.

In addition to recruiting musical talents with certain international achievements, a very small number of places will be set aside every year to recruit high school graduates from all over the world, as long as the high school student can meet three conditions.

First of all, it is necessary to have a recognized high school diploma.

Secondly, you need to be able to communicate in German or English.

Most importantly, you have to prove that you are a musical genius.

The first two points are not a matter for Zhuo Yang at all, but mainly the last one.

Because Yang Hong is a well-known pianist in China, many years ago, he took the opportunity of Sino-German artistic exchanges to establish a very good personal relationship with Professor Carl Norman of the piano department of the University of Music Hannover.

In this way, the most important thing is that there is no major obstacle to Zhuo Yang.

Yang Hong just gave Carl the DVD of Zhuo Yang participating in various piano competitions. Norman sent it, and after the spring, an admission letter from the University of Music Hannover was mailed to Yang Yang in West China.

The magical Zhuo Yang is a genius after all, football and piano are black and white, although the piano is not as big as football, but since he was a child, he has spent a lot of time with his fingers on the black and white keys under Yang Hong's clever words and coercion. And even if Zhuo Yang is a genius, he really has to thank his mother for making him a pianist, even if his mother's means and methods seem to be very strong.

Yang Hong is a graceful woman.

All the necessary formalities such as passports were completed in a short period of time, and I just waited for the Hannover University of Music to leave for Germany at the end of the summer.

During this time, a big thing happened in Chinese football.

On October 7, 2001, at Shenyang Wulihe Stadium, Yu Genwei stabbed a shot, and China defeated Oman 1-0 and entered the World Cup finals for the first time.

On October 8, Zhuo Yang bought a copy of all the newspapers he could buy that day, and the front page of each newspaper was the news of the Chinese team's entry into the World Cup. Now, the newspapers lay quietly in a cardboard box at the bottom of the bookcase, a foot thick.

And in this summer, the Chinese team walked in style in the World Cup in South Korea and Japan. Three games were wiped out, and not a single goal was scored.

Gently I came, waving my sleeves and not taking a cloud with me, as if I had never been here at all.

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Zhuo Yang's friends all know that he is going to Germany before the summer is over.

Speaking of his friends, three people must be mentioned: Jiushan, Ocean, and Lao Mu!

and Zhuo Yang's half-sized son, there are many in the compound. If you count carefully, there are fifty or sixty, plus half a big girl, you can only count up to a hundred. Although the young men and girls usually have their own small gangs, it presents a thriving scene of the temple demon and the eight kings of the pool. But after all, with the same environment and similar family background, everyone is still good to each other on the surface, and they are quite familiar and harmonious with each other.

But no matter how good a friend is, there will be a close relationship between the noble and the low, Zhuo Yang and Jiushan, Ocean, and Lao Mu have always been closer.

The four of them have been in the same class since high school, going to school together, leaving school together, and fighting together.

Jiushan is the same age as Zhuo Yang, he is very white, but his fair face is angular. He was a big man, with arms and thighs that were noticeably thicker than his peers. Jiushan loves weightlifting and fitness, and breaks an arm strength bar every two months on average. Riding on his back alone, he does push-ups as if he were playing.

Jiushan didn't pay attention to flashing and moving at all when he fought, because no one was beaten by him. After receiving ten punches, it was like no one, the speed and strength were not affected at all, and the fist fell on Jiushan's body, and even the color of the skin would not change. But as long as you let Jiushan punch it, then this fight will be over. In the middle of Jiushan's head, there is a small pit, which was smashed with a stone when I was in junior high school. However, the Jiushan still won the game.

On the football field, Jiushan is the goalkeeper, and he is the nightmare of all strikers. A bunch of tendons and flesh pounce on you, domineering like a tiger tank. The striker faced Jiushan, who was guarding the goal, and felt that he was Lin Dai Yupeng who met Schwarzenegger.

Jiushan is the standard model of a tough guy!

The ocean is the one of the four people who have relatively good academic performance, of course, only relatively. Haiyang loves to read idle books, is familiar with all the characters in martial arts novels, as well as the context and relationship between the characters, and has a lot of treasures about various martial arts cheats, all kinds of rare tricks, and all kinds of strange weapons.

The ocean is very lazy, and he is too lazy to do anything when he fights in a group. The friends are already playing starry, and the ocean is still watching the excitement. Seeing enough of the excitement, the ocean suddenly made a move, saying that it was too late and that it was fast, and a brick had already slapped flat on the opponent's front door.

The little freckles on the face of the ocean are like little stars in the sky, and they are like ellipses written on their faces. He is one year younger than Zhuo Yang, because the primary school is in his hometown county, and the primary school in the county seat is only five years. So, after going to middle school, the ocean who transferred from the school miraculously became a student of the same level as his brothers.

Ocean likes to play at the back because of how rough the ball is. But the calf of the ocean is surprisingly hard, the calves of the two people collided, the ocean kneaded and didn't bother to rub, and ran away leisurely to continue chasing the next target, while the opponent was curled up on the ground in pain and rubbed his legs quickly with both hands, thinking of his seventh uncle and grandfather who had passed away for a long time, and he didn't notice that a large piece of leg hair was rubbed off.

In short, the ocean is a kind person!

Old Mu Bizhuo Yang and Jiushan are one year older, they are thin people, tall and thin, with red lips and white teeth. Lao Mu has been entrenched in the bottom of the grade all year round, unceremoniously, no one can snatch it.

When fighting, Lao Mu was more of a chicken thief, and he was very ruthless, greeting him to the ribs, chin, and even the lower yin, these painful places. In those years, iron fists were popular, and Lao Mu had three payments, with different styles and different colors.

Lao Mu doesn't play football, but he likes to take different girls to watch his brother play a few games. At the end of the game, Lao Mu disappeared and took the girl to see another private ball of his own. Lao Mu said that there are no girls he can't soak, only girls he doesn't want to soak. However, it is true.

He always has a wicked smile on his face and likes to shrug his shoulders when he walks. Lao Mu prides himself on being a saint!

On April 22, 2001, the Chinese national football team began its journey to the World Cup in South Korea and Japan. In Group A of the group stage of the Asian qualifiers, the Chinese team faced the Maldives, and on this day, the game was played at the Provincial Stadium in Xi'an. It was the first game for the Chinese team and the only one in Xi'an.

Zhuo Yang, Jiushan, Haiyang and Lao Mu also wanted to go to the scene to join in the fun. But for a few middle school students, the price of the ticket was too expensive, and the money in the pockets of the four people was mixed together, and they could not afford to buy even a student ticket behind the goal.

There is a chubby little girl who has always had a crush on Lao Mu, and every time she sees Lao Mu, her eyes can ripple with spring water.

God never forsakes the world! The little chubby girl's dad is the ticket director of the Provincial Stadium.

The chubby little girl looked like Xia Yuhe-style innocence: "Lao Mu, I'll ask my dad to get you a free ticket, okay?" ”

The corners of Lao Mu's mouth hooked up, and peach blossoms came out of his eyes. He pinched the fat girl's round chin with his right hand, and stretched out four fingers with his left hand to gesticulate.

"Four!!"

Chubby little girl nymphomaniac.

On the evening of the 22nd, the four Zhuo Yang brothers swaggered into the provincial stadium.

The position of the free ticket is quite good, it is directly below the rostrum, and the whole stand is full of people who come in with the appearance of dogs holding the free tickets. Compared to the noise of the rest of the fan stands throughout the stadium, it was quiet. The fans arrived early, the stadium was almost full, and with nearly an hour to go before the official start of the game, the players on both sides had not even started their pre-match warm-ups.

Didn't start shouting slogans, didn't start cheering, didn't start singing. All the fan groups were recuperating and waiting for the start of the game to knock the Maldivian players to the ground with explosive shouts.

Like the silence before dawn, the stadium before the start of the game was a little dull.

If you don't explode in silence, you perish in silence! -- Lu Xun

Lao Mu took a deep breath, slowly stood up, stretched his neck, raised his head, and howled in his throat.

Most of the stadium could hear Lao Mu's hysteria.

"Judgment ~ sentence ~ is ~ a ~ hand ~ yin ~ commit ~ !!!"

In the stunned eyes of the 65,000 fans in the stadium, Lao Mu was kicked out by the ears of the special police.

This was the only time Lao Mu went to the field to watch the game, and Lao Mu never went there since.

Lao Mu said, resolutely not go, it hurts self-esteem too much!