'Jingle Bell ......'

'Smack! ’

The alarm clock has been suppressed.

With a sleepy face, Tang Long, who was holding a bird's nest on his head, got out of the quilt.

"This dream last night was really weird." Scratching his head, in the confused memory, gunshots, cannons, all kinds of life-and-death struggles, high-tech weapons, playing back and forth, as if pressing the fast forward and playback buttons at the same time.

"It's like a Hollywood blockbuster," Tang Long, who was confused, lay on the bed for a while, got up, brushed his teeth, and went to work.

Name: Tang Long, age: 22 years old, as a graduate of the class of 2014, his academic performance is poor, that is, not 985, not 211, only mixed with a college diploma, looking for a job for half a year, currently working in a chain bookstore, no direction, no goal, the future is confused, a standard sling.

On the road with a lunch box filled with shredded green pepper pork, he dangled to the bus stop and a poster caught his attention.

Bruce Lee, who was dressed in a yellow suit, opened his nunchucks, and his expression was quite domineering; And opposite him, is Ip Man played by Donnie Yen, posing in the starting pose of Wing Chun, with one palm forward, the left arm built-in, the palm chasing the elbow, the elbow chasing the shoulder, and the thick flame below.

The 3rd Wushu Conference of Jiang Province will be held on July 20, 2014 at the Provincial Gymnastics Center, booking hotline: 10533

'Martial arts conference? The corners of Tang Long's mouth twitched, "Wudang vs. Shaolin!" ’

When I got into the car, I happened to have a seat, sat down, and watched the news on the Internet when I was bored.

The headline is 'Hong Kong and Kowloon occupy Central, and it has now spread to Chashipin Street...... 'The picture shows the hoarse expressions of young people from all walks of life.

'A bunch of comics,' Tang Long thought to himself, when Bruce Lee was hungry and didn't make movies that scandalized Chinese, how could it be the turn of this generation in Hong Kong. One by one, the tricks are dead? IQ is really going to be recharged.

"Good morning."

"Early."

"Hey, have you heard? Ge Huozi was arrested by the police! Colleague Xiaoyun said mysteriously.

"Ge Huozi, that gangster? Didn't you say that he had a backstage on the official side? Tang Long was stunned for a moment and asked.

"I was also taken away by the Commission for Discipline Inspection! It is said to be drug trafficking. ”

"Well deserved!"

In my impression, the demolition of the old street was his hand. A group of green skins smashed and looted at night, and after the owner of the house came back from the police station, half of the street was leveled, and the demolition fee was naturally as low as possible, he was very impressed by this matter, just because of one of his relatives, he was beaten into the hospital alive, and the common people were helpless.

"I heard that I was arrested for drug trafficking."

"Is that so?"

The day passed like this, Tang Long sighed. I just feel that life is like this, and it's really boring.

In the dream, a figure rushed left and right, and everywhere he passed, everyone was on his back, and even the strafing of machine guns seemed to have no way to take this guy.

The scene changed again, like an old Hong Kong movie. One by one, wearing riding coats. Holding a folding fan, the martial arts hall is listed.

"You old guys, one by one, are stubborn and don't know how to change, rather than let martial arts rot on your ground, I'm today. I'll give you incense and funeral! ”

"Smashing the museum—"

"What kind of sect are you, an outsider, what qualifications do you have to smash our pavilion!"

"Jeet Kune Do, Tang ......"

Tang Long woke up from the bed violently. Panting heavily, my heart was beating so fast, and I just felt like I was fished out of the water.

"What's the matter, this time the Hong Kong martial arts film has been replayed?" The next day, Tang Long went to work with two dark circles under his eyes.

The same route, the same platform, waiting for the same train, everything is like copy+paste.

In the middle of the highway, the tires rubbed against the ground, making an unpleasant sound, and a bright silver sports car stopped, and out of it came a local tyrant fat man, who swept around the few people waiting for the car with a look of contempt, and his eyes seemed to shoot two words - poor B.

"Hello? It's me, Fat Lin, yes, yes, yes, invite me to dinner? No problem, engineering quote? Let me say in front of my boss that I'll have to think about it......"

Fat Lin hung up the phone, leaned on the side of the car boredly, and inadvertently glanced at Tang Long a few times, "Hey, you are a Tang worm from the fifth middle school and sixth class, right?" ”

"Who are you?"

"I, Lin Laohu! Don't remember? Lin Fatzi looked surprised.

Tang Long also recalled that one of the three evils of the five in the year, the old virgin director, the bald principal Sun, and the perverted Lin Fatzi, the most famous thing this guy did was to take off the female teacher's skirt by relying on the family's money, and he only remembered a small mistake afterwards; As for Tang Worm, it was his nickname back then.

"Long time no see," Tang Long reluctantly squeezed out a smile and replied.

"Old classmate, where are you now?" Lin Fatzi patted the other party's shoulder and said enthusiastically.

"Where's the high? It's just a mixed meal. ”

"Tut, modest, you kept a low profile when you were in school, and you didn't fight back when others scolded you, you are notoriously honest."

"......" Tang Long twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Hey, Xiao Nie, here!" Lin Fatzi suddenly raised his voice and beckoned.

A tall mm with a convex and backward figure walked over, and when he got closer, he found that he was very pure, which actually made Tang Long's heart skip a beat.

"Introduction, my girlfriend, Nie Qianqian," Lin Fatzi naturally grabbed the other party's little hand and introduced.

"Hello."

"Hello," Nie mm smiled lightly and generously stretched out his hand.

Tang Long was in a hurry, the lunch box shook a few times, and he quickly loosened the bag and shook it, soft, warm from his fingertips.

"Yo? What kind of thing, it's still hidden," Lin Fat tilted his head and opened the bag with the BMW key.

"Yo, shredded green pepper pork," Lin Fatzi smacked a few times, "See, what an environmentally conscious person, it's been almost a year since graduation, and I still take the bus with a boxed lunch, old classmate, have you added eggs?" ”

Tang Long's face suddenly rose like a pig's liver, and he wanted to punch the other party's fat face and grind it a few times on his broken car.

But he knows that he is not a minor, deliberately hurting people, now at least 5,000 starts, the other party is not bad for money, and there is no one in your bureau, and he has not been reasonable for a few years.

"Okay, okay," Lin Fatzi suddenly became excited, slanted a glance, Nie Qianqian got into the car with interest, the fat face came over, and said playfully: "This woman is beautiful, to tell you the truth, my little junior, did you see the building in the distance?" The one on the fifteenth floor, my family's hotel-"

"If you have time to play with me," Lin Fatzi straightened his suit, "but I don't think there will be such a chance in the future." The car turned a corner and drove away.

"!" Tang Longqi's blood surged up, he was dizzy, and he couldn't help but sit on the ground, his nose was cold, and two lines of blood flowed out.

"Are you alright, do you want to take you to the hospital?" Passers-by asked.

I didn't have time to answer, and many images suddenly flashed in my mind.

Alone, he single-handedly broke into Ge Huozi's lair, punched a way, and found evidence of his drug trafficking.

In World War II, he became friends with the American team, completed various dangerous and terrifying missions, slashed cherry blossoms, punched Japanese officers, killed, killed, killed......

"Hmm, I'm fine, I'm fine," Tang Long came to his senses again, and stood up with a shaky twist, walking like a float, completely unconscious.

"Hey, you forgot to take your things," shouted passers-by, and the lunch box was still left next to the platform, but unfortunately Tang Long turned a deaf ear. (To be continued.) )