Chapter 1 (Free of charge)

A.D. 2015.

At one o'clock in the morning, at the entrance to a highway on Beijing's Third Ring Road, more than a dozen sports cars sprayed with strange and dazzling color block markings stopped on the side of the road. A group of young men with colorful hair, constantly spitting out greetings related to genitals, giggled around an empty oil drum, and threw a bundle of cash into the oil drum.

A blonde young man shouted as he quickly recorded the gambling data thrown into the oil barrel, "The last five minutes! The last five minutes! Compatriots who still have pocket money this month, throw all your pocket money in! Hurry up, in the last five minutes, the police uncles will arrive in time! ”

Less than one meter six, thin and shriveled like a skeleton, as if the wind could blow down, Fang Wen, who had an abnormally green face, moved a laptop bag to the side of the oil drum with a little difficulty, and threw the cash of a computer bag into the oil drum. He shouted breathlessly, "Four hundred thousand, stake myself." ”

The shouting and screaming youths fell silent at the same time. The blonde young man who recorded the gambling money scratched his head with a wry smile, and said helplessly: "Fang Wen, can you succeed?" ”

Fang Wen, who was sharp-beaked monkey cheeks, laughed, kicked the oil drum hard, and shouted: "When did Lao Tzu lose money and pay his debts?" ”

A young man with a seven-colored rainbow cockscomb head hugged Fang Wen's shoulders heavily, spat out a smoke ring into his face, and said with a smile: "Fang Dashao's gambling has nothing to say. Only, it's not a question of money. You sneaked out to drag racing, if your old man knew... If you vomit blood again ... ”

The pungent cigar smoke choked Fang Wen violently and coughed a few times, and he said angrily: "That old guy, what are you doing here? ”

Angry, he kicked the oil drum again, Fang Wen suddenly jumped up in pain while holding his toes, and kept inhaling cold air in his mouth. A young man leaned forward and leaned back with a smile, and the young man with the head of the rainbow cockscomb patted Fang Wen's shoulder vigorously, and said happily: "Cheng, you are not afraid of Old Man Fang, you are not afraid of death, what are we afraid of?" Brothers, come on! In the last two minutes, the police uncle's patrol car will come over. ”

A group of young men ran towards the parked car on the side of the road. Fang Wen screamed a few times, and hurriedly limped towards a Maserati sports car that was originally black, but was sprayed with countless messy and weird stripes. The blonde youth hurriedly called a few assistants, lifted the oil drum full of cash into a converted van, and hurried into the cab himself.

The blond young man poked his head out of the car window and shouted, "Compatriots, come according to the rules, I will wait for you at the end!" Good luck to you, oh also, you can get the money to invite us to tea if you were caught by the police uncle! ”

The van started abruptly, turned around with a dexterous movement that did not match its clumsy body shape, swayed left and right, skimmed a large S trajectory on the road, and whistled down the road.

More than a dozen sports cars drove into the Third Ring Road, forming a dense line of three horizontal lines. A white-haired young man ran to the side of the road, a silk scarf raised high in his hand.

The engine roared, everyone made a weird cry at the same time, the deafening heavy metal music sounded, the road was suddenly filled with black smoke and miasma, and several vehicles coming behind stopped far away, and the driver in the car could be seen already calling the police.

The red taillights on the butt of a Mercedes-Benz sports car in the front flashed continuously, and all the sports cars increased their horsepower, and the tires rubbed against the ground sharply, and black smoke rose up.

The breeze blew, and the silk scarf on the white-haired young man's hand suddenly flew out, and slowly, the silk scarf fell to the ground, and more than a dozen sports cars rushed forward at the same time.

The white-haired youth jumped up excitedly, and after yelling a few times, he grimaced at a police car speeding behind him, and deftly flashed into the dark shadow on the side of the road.

Fang Wen instantly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the powerful engine of the sports car gave out a huge thrust, and the sports car galloped forward. Fang Wen's almost skinny face showed a smile of crazy pleasure, he shouted, concentrating on manipulating the sports car, a few positions, already overtaking the two sports cars in front of him. When overtaking, Fang Wen viciously gestured a middle finger at the two drivers. The two young men were so angry that they screamed 'wow', and immediately raised their speed, and ran wildly in the sparse traffic at midnight, following closely behind Fang Wen.

Fang Wen laughed, the equally weak heart in his weak body was beating violently, a strange wisp of blood appeared on his blue face, he shouted loudly, cursed and cursed loudly, and his little eyes revealed a crazy spirit, manipulating the sports car to quickly surpass all the young people who were racing with him.

The rainbow cockscomb head youth shouted angrily, and he scolded angrily: "Fang Wen, are you really fucking desperate? Do you lack any pocket money? ”

'P, puff', Fang Wen's sports car grazed a taxi, knocking the taxi's mirror far away. The door of the taxi was also dented, and a large number of glass shards were kicked up by the air wave rolled up by the sports car. The taxi writhed wildly on the road, and suddenly stalled in the middle of the road. More than a dozen sports cars hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and the screeching sound of tires grinding on the ground became a loud sound, and more than a dozen sports cars stopped at the same time, crashing into a ball of front and back.

The police cars chasing after him have become six, and six police cars surrounded the dozen sports cars, and more than a dozen patrol policemen with iron faces rushed out violently.

The rainbow cockscomb headed young man looked up to the sky and let out an angry scolding: "Fang Wen! **！ You're getting mad! You are strictly forbidden to participate in the competition! You don't want to die, we still want to die? The air sacs on his front and back and left and right sides of his body all popped open, and a large bump also hit out of his forehead, which looked like a tumor on the head of a white goose.

Fang Wen let out a 'giggling' laugh all the way, rushed all the way, and reached the end of the road first, a small fork in the middle of nowhere. The blond-haired young man watched Fang Wen's lonely car rush over, and shouted loudly, "Fang Wen, what about the others? Hey, you're not going to cheat, are you? Yes? What about the others? ”

The panting Fang Wen had an abnormal flush on his face, and he got out of the car with a slight trembling body. He gloated, "If nothing goes wrong, they have all been invited to tea by the police uncle." Hehehehe, you are the dealer, and it is all up to you to get them out. ”

The blonde young man and several assistants beside him rolled their eyes at the same time, and the angry Chao Fangwen stretched out his middle finger and scolded: "! ”

Fang Wen giggled, walked to the oil drum on the ground with golden light in his eyes, rubbed his hands hurriedly, and said with a smile: "I reached the end alone." How much money should I have? It's still the most comfortable to spend the money you earned! Gee! Comfortable, comfortable, I'll treat you tomorrow. He slapped himself the chest, making an empty bones crash against bones.

The golden-haired young man weakly counted the gambling money he deserved to Fang Wen, and muttered: "Damn, madman, you Fang Wen is a madman." My day, next time I will let you compete, Lao Tzu is raised by you. is known by the old man of your family, and Lao Tzu still has to be trained, why bother? Why bother? ”

Fang Wen gasped a few times, stretched out his arm and hugged a large pile of banknotes, and inhaled the unique smell of half-new banknotes with great satisfaction, and said intoxicatedly: "It feels good to make money by yourself." Ah, especially when you're racing, you don't know, that feeling, it's awesome. It was as if the wind was passing through my bones. ”

A hard palm slapped on Fang Wen's chest, and the golden-haired young man scolded: "Nonsense! You're as thin as a skeleton, and the wind can blow you up. Go and go, don't be an eyesore in front of Lao Tzu, and you have to beg your uncle to report all the brothers! Oh my God~~~ I was caught more than a dozen at a time~~~ How did I end up? "The golden retriever almost didn't cry.

Fang Wenle counted the banknotes, threw all the banknotes on the passenger seat, waved his hand at the golden-haired young man with a smile, and got into the car to leave.

The golden-haired young man blinked his eyes, suddenly rushed to Fang Wen's car, grabbed his car window and shouted: "Hey, I said Fang Wen, Wenwen will go to Vienna tomorrow, what are you avoiding her these days?" ”

"Ugh!" Fang Wen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly opened the hand of the golden retriever young man on his car window, and snorted sullenly: "Nosy." You go and get someone. ”

His lips moved, Fang Wen started the car, and the car was also weak, and it didn't drive out at all without the crazy momentum of the drag racing just now.

The golden-haired young man spread his hands, looked at Fang Wen who was far away, and muttered in a low voice, "Why bother? Why bother? Wenwen doesn't dislike you, Fang Wen, you bastard. ”

Kicking heavily on the oil drum, the golden-haired young man suddenly screamed: "Fuck, Fang Wen!" Fished out a dozen people at once! My family knows that I am sitting in the village again, and they will let Lao Tzu ground! Fuck me! ”

The dark road was empty, and the tall, thin telephone poles stood alone on the side of the road, the distance between them was fixed, and any two would never stand together.

Fang Wen drove along the road blankly for a long time, and after crossing most of Beijing, he turned a few street corners and parked the car in a dark corner on the side of the road. It was a wooded avenue, and towards it was a reddish gate with a tall maiden standing at the door. The girl was staring blankly at a tall sycamore in front of the door with her hands behind her back. The light inside the door shone out, dyeing the sycamore with a layer of warm yellow light, blocking the girl's warm light edge.

"You're not leaving."

"What are you doing standing here?"

"You're standing here, how can I go home and sleep?"

"What the hell are you trying to do? You're going to Vienna tomorrow, what are you doing standing in front of my house today? ”

"Eldest sister, I beg you, I won't be going home today, can you leave quickly?"

"I'm half a year older than you, but look at the past ten years, I've grown a head shorter than you!"

"I've almost spurted blood to death several times when I've been racing. I'm living one day at a time, what are you doing with me? ”

"I don't think I did anything to you, huh? I'm not fully developed, so I can't do anything to you! ”

"Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday! But have you ever seen a man who is almost eighteen years old and can't even get an erection? ”

"What the hell are you trying to do there?"

Fang Wen muttered, his thin and shriveled body tightly clumped, his body trembled violently, and he stared blankly at the girl standing at the door. His body trembled violently, and the bones in his body collided with each other with a terrible 'rattle' sound. His face was flushed with excitement from the excitement of the race, and he slowly regained his abnormal turquoise.

Fang Wen didn't know how long he looked at it, and the girl finally walked into the door.

After a while, a black sedan slowly drove out and turned around more than fifty meters away from Fang Wen.

Fang Wen muttered in a low voice, "Goodbye, Wenwen." Looking at the corner of the street where the car turned, Fang Wen was distracted for a long time, a long time.

Gradually, Fang Wen's trembling body slowly stopped, and he started the car lazily and weakly, heading towards the end of the road.

Leaving the sports car at the gate, and coldly instructing the two servants who greeted the door to carry the large pile of cash into his room, Fang Wen swayed his body and walked to the inner courtyard in a way that turned east and west. He subconsciously glanced in the direction of the main house in the inner courtyard. The room was brightly lit, and the sound of a cheerful serenade could be faintly heard.

", old immortal." Fang Wen cursed in a low voice, and was about to turn back to his room, when he suddenly saw a young woman wearing a moon-white cheongsam walking towards the main house with a smile on her face under the west verandah.

Fang Wen immediately shouted: "Secretary Lin." ”

The young woman, Secretary Lin, was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face disappeared as if by magic, and was replaced by a dry face. She turned around, Dan Feng glanced at Fang Wen, and a hint of a smile appeared on her dull face: "Young Master, are you back?" Miss Wenwen just now, she... ”

"Shut up!" Fang Wen roared violently, and the serenade in the main room immediately lost its sound. Fang Wen walked in front of Secretary Lin with a sway, looked up at this beautiful woman who was half a head taller than himself, and said in a strange voice: "In the future, don't fuck my nosy." In the middle of the night, you're dangling around in white clothes like a ghost, making ghost movies? Look at you, what age are you, and you still wear such old clothes! Are you a little fashion-conscious? ”

Secretary Lin's face became dripping with ice slag. She said dryly: "Mr. Fang has been busy all night, this is for Mr. Fang... ”

"Late night snack, huh?" Fang Wen suddenly knocked over the tray with a punch, and the hot bowl of sashimi porridge on the tray was completely buckled on Secretary Lin's body, causing Secretary Lin to scream in pain.

Fang Wen smiled with a hippie smile: "Supper? How much Viagra do you add to it? My family is an old immortal, but I can't stand your toss like this! ”

Secretary Lin was stunned, she looked at Fang Wen blankly, her face was white for a while and red for a while, and she couldn't speak for a while.

Suddenly there was an angry shout from inside the house: "Little brute! What did you say? ”

The door of the main house was open, and a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, in his forties, in the prime of life, with a strong and strong body, strode out, his eyes glared at Fang Wen, and he shouted loudly: "Where have you been?" Wenwen waited all night, where did you go? Your phone doesn't work, and you get into trouble when you get home! What exactly do you want to do? "This person is Fang Wen's biological father, Fang Zishan.

The two servants happened to walk in with a large pile of cash, and they happened to be seen by Fang Zishan, who was in a rage. Fang Zishan was so angry that his face turned blue, and he shouted loudly: "You are going to drag racing again to gamble for money? You, you, do our family lack your money? You, you, what the hell do you want to do? You little brute! ”

"Alas~~~" Fang Wen sighed lazily, looked at his father, who was half a body taller than him, and sneered: "The little beast was also raised by the old beast. I won't fucking spend your money! Exercise! He gestured his middle finger to Secretary Lin, and with a string of cold sneers, he slowly swayed into his own room.

Fang Zishan clenched his fists tightly, trembling all over, he looked at Fang Wen's thin and low back, and it took a long time to forcibly suppress the anger in his heart.

Secretary Lin carefully relaxed his hand covering his chest, lowered his voice, and said carefully with low eyebrows: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, it's me... ”

Fang Zishan shook his head, waved his hand, gently patted Secretary Lin's shoulder, and said gently, "It has nothing to do with you." It's Fang Wenhe... He... He... ”

That night, perhaps it was a hallucination, Fang Wen always felt that he had heard some strange sounds coming from the main room in the haze.

In his dream, he saw Secretary Lin's pretty peach-like face.

His body shuddered suddenly, and he woke up from his dreams with a strange pleasure that he had never felt before.

Instinctively reaching out and touching the step, Fang Wen's sharp-beaked monkey cheeks showed a sad and joyful ugly smile.

"Goodbye, Lao Tzu lasted eighteen years of childhood."