Yang Weicheng suddenly felt an itch in his neck, so he raised his hand and scratched it.

As soon as he raised his hand, he subconsciously retreated a few steps.

"Haha, don't be nervous, think about it, two fists are hard to beat four hands." Yang Weicheng laughed.

The guy who grabbed his handlebar looked embarrassed and snorted coldly: "Give me less nonsense!" Come with me, our super brother wants to see you. ”

Yang Weicheng tried to think about it and recall: "Let me guess, your super brother is probably so tall, he has a watermelon head, and he likes to eat popsicles and wear thunderbolt gloves, right?" ”

The man was stunned: "It's good that you know." ”

As soon as he beckoned, five or six strong men surrounded Yang Weicheng.

"Low, too low!" Yang Weicheng shook his head and sighed, "A group of people come around me at every turn, let's change the tricks, right?" ”

The man was stunned again: "How to change?" ”

"Let's say, ...... like this" Yang Weicheng suddenly picked up the bucket and quickly slammed it upside down on the man's head.

Crash!

The brackish sea drenched him with fish, and a shrimp got into his mouth mischievously.

Bang Dang!

The bicycle was picked up by Yang Weicheng in the air, and those people went in and out, and there was always no way to take him.

Yang Weicheng took the time to put the car on the ground, rode it and ran.

But these people came with a mission, taking people's money and people to eliminate disasters, how could it be so easy to let him run?

Everyone chased desperately, and Yang Weicheng ran desperately in front.

The chase finally attracted the attention of the residents, and someone called the police.

The siren sounded sharply, and soon a patrol car caught up with them and took them to the police station with the car.

In the police station, the gang immediately turned into good babies, patrolling comrades one by one, and accusing Yang Weicheng of beating them.

"He, beating you?" The patrolmen didn't quite believe them.

"Well, yes!"

The patrol couldn't cry or laugh: "One, beat six?" Do you think he's Nezha? ”

In this way, Yang Weicheng didn't say a word, he only needed to put on a bitter gourd face, and he was wronged.

He happily watched as those people were taught a lesson by the patrol, let everyone go, and before leaving, he also shook the patrol's hand movingly.

"Loved ones!"

"Okay, okay, pay attention in the future, don't gather crowds to make trouble, don't make an example, otherwise you will be severely punished." The patrol lectured him with a straight face, and of course he told everyone to listen.

Yang Weicheng immediately agreed, took the bicycle, and slipped away while those people were still receiving criticism.

In the dead of night, lying in bed, the more Yang Weicheng thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Hmph, Lao Tzu has worked hard to catch fish for a day, and he gave them a few dog offals to 'eat', no, he has to take revenge and come back!"

I thought about it all night, and before I knew it, I fell asleep.

In the next two days, the three companies seemed to have stopped, especially Liu Ruofan, who didn't bother him from beginning to end.

Yang Weicheng went out for a walk every day when he was full, either fishing or playing with Zheng Qiong's sisters and brothers, and lived a happy life.

On this day, Yang Weicheng was lying on the bed thinking about what to do next and how to take revenge on the bunnies, when suddenly his sister pushed the door in.

"Scared!"

He panicked and pulled the blanket to cover his body. Alone in the house, he used to wear only small pants.

"Well, I didn't see anything!" My sister was also embarrassed, hurriedly turned her back, and said to him, "Someone is looking for you outside." ”

Yang Weicheng hurriedly put on his clothes and walked out vigorously.

Don't fight for steamed buns, if these grandsons dare to make trouble again, they will definitely not give them a good face.

"Your boss has to beg me in the future, how can you let you yell at me in front of Lao Tzu?" He said secretly in his heart.

But when I went out, it was actually that fat girl.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?" Yang Weicheng smiled.

This fat girl is Zheng Qiongmei's good sister, called Laidi, and Yang Weicheng has also met twice.

The corner of Laidi's mouth twitched: "Come and ask you to go to the side stove." ”

"Wow! So kind? Yang Weicheng laughed, "It's coming soon, you go back first." ”

The fat girl didn't move like a mountain, staring at Yang Weicheng with blazing eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yang Weicheng asked curiously.

The fat girl said: "I warn you, either you will be good with Sister Qiong for the rest of your life, or you will stay away from her!" If you dare to bully her, I won't bother you! ”

clenched his chubby little fist and waved it fiercely under Yang Weicheng's eyelids.

Yang Weicheng's cheeks twitched, wanting to cry without tears: "Why did I bully her?" I'm going to help her. ”

"I don't care what you say, go!"

The fat girl came to Di as if escorting a prisoner, and carried Yang Weicheng all the way to her clothing store.

The store is closed today, and there is a room full of men, men and women, except for Zheng Qiongmei's younger brothers and sisters, all of whom are young people around 20 years old.

Among them, there was a small flat head, the moment Yang Weicheng entered the door, the two eyes never left him, and he was embarrassed to see it.

Although this flat-headed dress is ordinary, it has a unique temperament.

Yang Weicheng thought about it, and used his own screen name in later generations to describe him - a maverick pig.

Pig is not a derogatory term, such as pig strong. The pig family's indomitable desire to survive, that kind of free and easy style, is very much.

The eyes of this flat-headed brother are full of perseverance, his bright eyes are very bright, his face is angular, and his figure is also very good.

Yang Weicheng has always been very confident, but he was a little jealous when he saw him.

They are all men, why are their muscles so tough.

He silently pinched his biceps, it was hard, and there was no shape.

"Hey, let's get more exercise in the future." He said secretly.

The South Island is a side stove, and the food is all clear soup and seafood, which is delicious, and it is especially interesting for young people to eat together.

Yang Weicheng is adaptable, and soon after he came, he got acquainted with people he had never met before, and everyone laughed and laughed, and prepared ingredients together.

Zheng Qiongmei was busy washing vegetables, although she was so busy just now that she didn't even have time to say hello to Yang Weicheng, but her heart was beautiful.

Thinking of his presence in this room, even if the two of them don't talk and don't look at each other, she feels happy.

Soon the ingredients are ready, everyone sits around the table, and waits for the last person to arrive, and then the food begins.

"I heard you can write lyrics and music?" Pingtou suddenly asked Yang Weicheng.

Yang Weicheng was stunned for a moment: "Huh? ”

What lyrics and music? I didn't remember having this skill either! Suddenly, when he saw Zheng Qiongmei with a blushing face, he remembered the song "Nunchuck".

The sudden expression on his face was captured by the flat head.

"You're good at it, aren't you? I want to sing with you. Flathead said.

Yang Weicheng's eyes lit up instantly, and he said secretly: "Wow, this old brother is really ahead of his time, this is 1988, karaoke is an absolute rarity, and he can say things like K songs." ”

"I won't do much." Yang Weicheng waved his hand modestly.

Pingtou was even more energetic, and cleared his throat: "I'm from Qiongcheng, I'm the host, let's have a song first!" ”

What he sang was actually Teresa Teng's song.

"Sweet honey, the sweetness of your smile, like flowers blooming in the spring breeze......"

"What a golden voice!"

As soon as Pingtou spoke, Yang Weicheng almost knelt.

The others were also intoxicated, and some were still humming and beating softly.

In addition to the pure natural hoarse magnetic voice, the flat-headed brother can perfectly present the delicate emotions of this song, and it is very natural, which is also the reason why Yang Weicheng was very surprised.

"Could it be that this will become a god of song in the future? No, look at the eyes. He said to himself.

Not long after, Brother Pingtou sang a song, waved his hand, and pointed to Yang Weicheng: "It's your turn." ”

"Huh? I didn't say I wanted to talk to you, I didn't sing well, really. Yang Weicheng was a little embarrassed.

"Don't be modest, the song you taught me to sing is very good." Zheng Qiongmei cheered him up.

Yang Weicheng smiled bitterly, this girl has good intentions, but maybe she will do bad things?

Everyone stared at him, even Caimei and a few other little children coaxed.

"Brother Wei Cheng, come on!"

"Sing one, sing one!"

Yang Weicheng was helpless, so he had to get up: "Okay, I'll sing a song." ”

Brother Pingtou's eyes lit up, flashing with anticipation and unconvinced.

He firmly believes that he will definitely be able to compare Yang Weicheng and become the only man who can sing in Zheng Qiongmei's heart again.

"Ahem!" After clearing his throat, Yang Weicheng began to sing, "I want to go from south to north, I want to go from white to black, I want people to see me, but they don't know who I am......"

His voice is actually not suitable for singing such deep rock songs, but for the sake of face, he fights!

This song was liked by his father in his previous life, and when he was a child, he couldn't understand the vicissitudes of life at all.

But today, while singing, there was suddenly an unspeakable loneliness and pathos spreading out from the bottom of my heart.

The more he sang, the more emotional he became, and the more he sang, the more he entered.

Yang Weicheng began to close his eyes, his feet gently patting the ground, and his hands beating the beat.

Gradually, more people joined in, humming and beating to him.

"Lalala~Lalala~"

After singing the song, the corners of Yang Weicheng's eyes were moist.

Brother Pingtou tried to widen his eyes, blinked, and sighed for a long time.

"It's a good song, bow down." He said, "I haven't heard this song, did you write the lyrics?" Without a certain experience, who can write such an affectionate song? ”

"Affectionate?" The fat girl asked curiously.

Brother Pingtou nodded seriously: "You taste, you can only feel this yourself." Or, it can only be felt by us men. ”

"It's so profound,......," everyone said.

In any case, this song made them awe of Yang Weicheng.

Yang Weicheng smiled: "This ......"

He was about to say that he didn't write the lyrics himself, but suddenly the door was pushed open, and a man rushed in wrapped in hot wind, interrupting him.

"Brother, I'm here!"