On the second day of the official holiday, the weather was still very good, and when I was bored, I planned to go to Haitao's house to call Lao Mao.

"I guess you're eating."

"Would you like to have some too?"

"Forget it, I'll finish eating. What are you going to do now? ”

"It's nothing special, my grandmother buys vegetables in the morning, goes out at noon, and probably sleeps in the afternoon, so I play by myself."

"Your grandmother doesn't care about you at home."

"Well, by the way, you're here, why don't you play game consoles together?"

"I'd like to call Lao Mao first and ask him what his plans are."

"Damn, let's fight."

The phone rang for a long time before Lao Mao's mother picked up the phone.

It turned out that Lao Mao was playing football yesterday afternoon and broke his kick, and he is still lying at home.

So, with the help of memory, I was ready to call Mito.

After successfully making the wrong call, I wanted to come to Haitao's phone book, and I called several times in succession, all of which invited my friends to go to Lao Mao's house together.

"You save a little bit of fighting."

"It's not mine."

"Damn, you slut."

At about half past one in the afternoon, we gathered downstairs in Lao Mao's house, because there were more people, so it was temporarily decided that Haitao and I would go to say hello first, and the other brothers were in a flower stationery store called "Liuliu Da Shun", etc., we often went to this store, because through the hall, it was five Xiaobawang game machines, of course, such a secret entertainment place, there are really not many people who know.

If you want to ask me how I found out, I really forgot a little, maybe someone else told me, or maybe the boss mentioned it when I was buying stationery.

"Don't move, it hurts!"

When we were playing with the "dying" old mao, we had an urge to laugh, but I didn't expect the heartless old mao to be so afraid of pain.

"Haha, are you serious?"

"It's not serious, the doctor said that it was right, let me keep it at home, but it still hurts......"

"By the way, there is still a vote of brothers downstairs, do you want them to come up and visit."

"Fuck off, I'm not a monkey."

"Anyway, why are you so good, you can kick a ball like this."

"Carelessness, carelessness."

His cousin was also in the bedroom, and when he heard us ask about the cause of the fracture, he said in annoyance, "It's all my fault, if it weren't for ......."

"Shut up, it's none of your business."

Haitao and I glanced at each other and felt that it was not normal.

Haitao turned his head and asked his cousin, "What's going on?" ”

As soon as Lao Mao wanted to stop it, I picked up a pillow to cover Lao Mao's face, of course, I wouldn't press it to death, and Lao Mao's mother also knew that we often played around, so even if she heard us "committing murder" in the house, she wouldn't come in and say anything.

But my cousin didn't continue, and as soon as I thought about it, I would forget it first, and ask again when I had the chance.

After a brief chat, we let Lao Mao rest and dragged his cousin away.

When I got downstairs, my cousin explained what happened:

"Yesterday afternoon, when we went to play in Guangming (the name of the stadium), a few thugs wanted to come with us, and we wanted to leave, but they wouldn't let us, so I told a few people to play together, so I called my brother and a few friends. Later, when they couldn't kick it, they got in a hurry, and they ended up kicking my brother with a black foot and breaking it. ”

After listening to my cousin's words, I was very angry and scolded: "Old Mao grandson, why don't you fart?" ”

"We originally wanted to fight, but my brother was afraid that we would suffer, so he didn't care."

"Is this a matter of consideration? Why is Lao Mao so cowardly now? Go, you take us and see if they're still there. ”

"Just the two of us?"

"That can't be, I'm not brainless."

When it came to the "Liuliu Da Shun", the brothers were having a good time, and I said to them: "Rest for a while, brothers, go out with me to fight." ”

Mito and Dachi are both honest people, but Professor Luo, Xiaofeng, and Xiaowang are all a bit of a mess.

When he arrived outside the fence of "Guangming", he found that the gang was still there, and his cousin pointed to one of the crooked-looking people and said, "He kicked it." ”

I looked closely, and the man was probably eighteen or nineteen years old, and no one asked him for the ball when he was dribbling, so I was afraid he was the leader of the gang.

When we walked into the stadium, the man also stopped, as if he recognized his cousin, and said to him, "What, do you want to find something?" ”

I answered, "I don't mean that, I just want to play football." ”

"Then you go up and kick it somewhere else."

"If you want to play here, you can either go together or get out."

"You say it again?"

I was walking forward, just about to "say it again", suddenly someone kicked me hard from behind, because it was too sudden, my body suddenly vacated, and what was even more embarrassing was that the ground where my face fell first, this field is a rare rubber field, not as "gentle" as the grass, so I immediately rubbed a blood mark on my face.

Alas, it seems that people who talk a lot of nonsense will always be beaten first, and they will know to do it directly.

It may be a little painful, it may be that I saw blood, it may be that I want to help Lao Mao take revenge, or it may be that Lan Yuxuan is leaving this class, my anger has reached its peak, I got up and pressed the person who "sneaked" me down, and then vented all my anger on him.

Seeing this, the crooked melon and cracked the jujube and wanted to come over to help, Professor Luo and Xiao Wang stopped him together, Xiao Feng was afraid that someone else would come, so he blocked in front of them, but it turned out that no one moved at all, I'm afraid it wasn't together.

The guy I beat looked older than me, but his strength was obviously smaller than mine, so it seems that the years of training are really helpful.

But I didn't think much about it, and I continued to fight hysterically, until my hands hurt, until I broke the skin, until I knocked out one of his teeth.

I looked back at the "crooked melon and cracked date", because he was beaten by two people together, he didn't get a bargain, and his nosebleed was also beaten out.

Maybe I was too angry, and I wanted to find an opportunity to go over and kick that person, but I happened to hear someone outside shouting, "Well! Don't fight! ”

Hearing that someone was meddling, the remaining sane brothers immediately pulled us away.

Gangsters are gangsters, although they have suffered losses, but they still keep scolding, saying nonsense like "don't leave if you have a kind", we are angry, and there are outsiders who persuade us, so we left the stadium and told my cousin not to come in the future.

Professor Luo helped us buy water and made me flush my face again.

"You're quite long."

"Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"If you have a scar, you'll be broken."

"Hey, what's that?"

In fact, it is normal for boys to fight, and it is not for nothing when they hang the lottery, and they don't care about broken appearances, but they think that men with scars on their faces are particularly cool.

Fortunately, it was winter, and the natural ice effect made my wound swell down quickly, but there was still a red mark extending from the tip of my nose to the corner of my mouth.

When I got home, my mother asked me how I did this, and I said that I didn't pay attention when I was playing, so I just hid it.

Maybe it's because it's been too comfortable in recent years.,It's really been a long time since I've been fighting.,It's quite enjoyable.,I just don't know which breath comes out.。