Dongcheng Liangge's scientific name is Zhou Weiliang. Chinese New Year's Eve is thirty-three years old, 1.73 meters tall and weighs 136 pounds. If you ignore the black bumps left on your face because of pimples, it can be regarded as a jade tree in the wind.

Brother Liang likes to watch Hong Kong films the most in his life, especially "The True Colors of Heroes" directed by John Woo, and admires the little brother in it the most. Brother Liang goes out to run errands, whether it is negotiation or fighting, windbreaker, sunglasses, plus a toothpick in his mouth, it is basically standard. Never go out if you are not fully dressed. After going out, he stopped on the streets and alleys, and he was completely a realistic version of Little Pony.

The man was afraid of three points, and the woman screamed when he saw it.

The only difference between Brother Liang and Brother Xiao Ma is that Brother Xiao Ma is angry, and Brother Liang not only does not pay attention to righteousness, but also loves to spit on his subordinates. When you are happy, you spit on people's feet, and when you are angry, you spit on people's faces. Probably the salivary glands in his mouth are more developed than ordinary people, and he doesn't vomit or feel unhappy.

At this moment, dozens of brothers from both sides in the middle fought in the dark. Brother Liang stood outside the circle, leaning on the front of the truck, leisurely watching the battle, with sunglasses and a windbreaker. What I held in my mouth was originally a toothpick, but at this time, I spit it out with saliva, took out a cigarette and stuffed it into my mouth, and then took out a lighter.

Just lit the fire, thought about it, and felt that I should learn a little bit about Brother Xiaoma's demeanor. He took out ten dollars from his wallet, thought about it again, and was reluctant to waste the ten dollars, and finally found a paper towel from his pocket to wipe his buttocks, lit the paper towel first, and then lit the cigarette in his mouth with the burning tissue.

Brother Liang's imitation of idols looks nondescript, but at this time, it is completely dark, and such a little fire is really a bit eerie and terrifying.

Brother Biao, who was on the other side of the crowd, saw it and scolded:

"Stuff your mother, do you really think you're a little brother?"

Scolding is scolding, in fact, Brother Biao's heart is quite empty at this time. After all, the number of people on the other side is more than twice as large as that of their own side.

Brother Biao only reacted at this time, when the two armies were facing each other, he should not use the words "stuff your mother" casually. But he really didn't expect that the people under him were all brainless dumbfounded.

There are so many people on the other side, should we adopt the strategy of peace talks, how can we rush forward indiscriminately and with our eyes closed? What a bunch of pig-like teammates.

Brother Biao concluded sadly that people really can't be angry casually, not only will they get carried away with their own minds, but also with the minds of their subordinates.

Brother Biao is usually a very rational person, especially when drinking tea. Today, I scolded "stuffing your mother" twice, all because of anger. The first time was because the small steel cannon and the sand skin were pressed to the ground; The second time was when Zhou Weiliang exposed his scars in public, not only exposing the scars, but also scolding him as a "pig fat biao", which is tolerable and unbearable.

If Brother Liang was telling rumors about him, he would still be able to stay calm. Rumors always stop at the wise. But what the other party said was a real story, not a rumor, which made him angry. The key is that he always thought that no one should know about his black history, but he didn't know where Zhou Weiliang knew about it.

What he didn't expect was that his subordinates didn't understand his anger, and they "stuffed your mother" twice, all of which were heard as a signal to charge. The scene was uncontrollable and out of control.

Things are completely broken. I didn't expect to find a piece of broken paper, and I found such a situation.

Brother Biao calmed down and felt that he should think of a way. The first thing he thought of was to turn around and run away. It's easy. There were more than 40 people in front of him to fight, and if he wanted to distinguish the winner from the loser, I was afraid that it would take a while, and he only needed to turn around and run up to 30 meters, climb over the wall, and drill into the darkness, and he would be completely safe.

He did intend to do so at one point. But as soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Zhou Weiliang opposite from the corner of his eye. The other party is still leaning on the front of the truck, and his posture has not changed, and the cigarette in his mouth is rolling from the left corner of his mouth to the corner of his right mouth, and then from the corner of his right mouth to the left corner of his mouth, with a completely good chance of winning.

What's even more infuriating is that there is still a contemptuous smile on his face.

Brother Biao came to his senses completely at this time, stuffed your mother, if I run like this, there will be no more people like me on the street in the future, and more than ten years of hard work will come to naught.

Brother Biao was ruthless and made up his mind not to run. I wanted to take a sip of tea to calm down, but I found that my hands were empty.

Brother Biao is in his forties, his hair is bald, his belly is bulging, and it looks like a big watermelon inside, and the two coffin boards are uneven. Compared with Zhou Weiliang, he really doesn't look like a positive character. If you have that bottle of tea and water in your hand, you can barely disguise yourself as empty-eyed and calm. It's a pity that the tea has long been drunk, the bottle has been torn apart, and even the body can not be found.

At this moment, Brother Biao realized the serious inadequacy of his image, and he also felt the urge to urinate in his bladder. But he knew that he couldn't lose the battle, and he couldn't urinate indiscriminately. So he took two steps back, following Zhou Weiliang's example of leaning on the front of the truck, and also leaning on the bow of a ship that had been abandoned for many years. It is an abandoned shipyard, and abandoned bows that have never been in the water can be seen everywhere.

Then, Brother Biao began to pretend to be cool on his expression, wrinkled his face, his eyes showed a fierce light, his right hand stretched forward, and his two fingers learned from the little student in the drama, turned into a sword finger, and pointed to Zhou Weiliang opposite through the people fighting in the middle, and scolded again:

"Stuff your mother, wait and see, love to fight to win."

"Love to fight to win" is a song sung all over the streets and alleys in southern Fujian, all in Hokkien, mainlanders can't understand a word, when Brother Biao just arrived in Quanzhou, he immediately fell in love with this song, like the sweet tune, and those lyrics that can fool people more than chicken soup.

At the beginning, Brother Biao was beaten and lay in the hospital for more than two months, and he survived by singing "Love to Fight to Win" every day.

Later, every time Brother Biao encountered too much pressure in life, he hummed "Love Fights to Win" alone. The results are quite obvious.

At this moment, it should also be a time when Brother Biao's life is too stressful. The army is pressing, the soldiers are coming to the city, and the opponent's troops are more than twice as many as their own, how many such moments are there in life? If you don't sing "Love Fights to Win", I'm sorry for the sky and all living beings.

Therefore, Brother Biao leaned against the abandoned bow of the ship, opened his voice, and sang loudly "Love will win". On the one hand, I cheer for myself, and on the other hand, I also cheer for my subordinates who are fighting ahead. In his imagination, this song has the effect of war drums on the ancient battlefield.

What Brother Biao didn't know was that he actually greatly overestimated the effect of singing. Objectively speaking, "Love to Fight to Win" does have an inspirational effect, but the bad thing is that it originates in southern Fujian, and it is only popular in southern Fujian, and there is no Mandarin version at all. Therefore, Brother Biao opened his mouth and sang in a half-salty and half-bland Hokkien dialect.

Brother Biao has a rough voice and is full of energy, and most of the dozens of people present heard his voice, the problem is that no one understands what he sings.

The old man who triggered this war in the back was not seventy years old, but should be in his sixties, and it stands to reason that he is well-informed, but he also can't understand the Hokkien dialect in Brother Biao's mouth, only to see Brother Biao standing on the edge of the battlefield, and he was still in the mood to sing nonsense, first stunned, and then covered his mouth and laughed.

Then he found that he couldn't cover his mouth, and no one paid attention to it, so he simply let go of his hand and laughed heartily, beating his chest with laughter.

Brother Liang, who was on the opposite side of the victory, was rolling the cigarette in his mouth leisurely, but he was shocked when he saw Brother Biao's eyes showing a fierce light, speaking a language that no one understands, and a tune.

Brother Liang thought that Brother Biao might have secretly learned some spells from the warlocks in the rivers and lakes, and he was reciting something like a spell in his mouth.

Brother Liang was startled, his eyes widened, his mouth couldn't help but open to the maximum, and the cigarette lit with a tissue fell to the ground. The demeanor of the disguised little horse brother is completely lost. After a long time, Brother Liang touched the back of his head and said to himself:

"Your sister, what is Zhu Fat Biao doing?"

In this way, the two bosses on both sides stood outside the field, one opened his mouth to sing nonsense, and the other was surprised and inexplicable; There was also an old man who was out of the way laughing.

And in the very center of the battlefield, the fight was indistinguishable, and the shouts shook the sky.

It stands to reason that there are more than 40 people in the middle, more than 20 of them belong to Brother Liang, and there are only a dozen people under Brother Biao, which can be a two-to-one situation, and the disparity in strength is quite large, and the outcome should have already been achieved. But why has it been fighting for so long, and it is still an intractable situation?

This is because, after all, street fights are not military wars, there is no organization, there is no strategy to speak of, the scene is chaotic, and the fight is real or false.

If two against one, the goal is clear, and as soon as you go up, you will be held and beaten, and it will be easy to divide the victory and defeat; But with so many people, whoever catches and fights against whom, without discussing it in advance, is just a fool. As a result, this fight is like muddying the waters, and the more it gets messy, the more messy it becomes.

In fact, no one wants to really fight each other, because that means having a personal vendetta. There are a few real fights, and they are also a hammer in the east and a stick in the west, kicking here, punching there, flashing when they hit, and they are addicted to it, and they don't confront anyone head-on.

In this way, where is there any victory or defeat?

In addition, among so many people, although they are divided into two factions, they are actually living in the same town, many people know each other at all, and they don't look up and look down. Showmanship is the majority.

The people who really went on a rampage with deep hatred and hatred were actually the seven people who were the first to arrive and had just exchanged hands twice. Brother Liang has five subordinates, namely: Bird Feather, Chen Meng, Loach, Ertiao, and Biscuit. Brother Biao has two men: Little Steel Cannon and Shar Pei.

These seven people are all really fighting, because they have all suffered each other's losses. It's not an ordinary small loss, it's that I was beaten to cry and call my mother.

Therefore, the current situation in the field is: most people only shoot without force, just like a singer who falset-to-sing, only opening his mouth and not making a sound, which is a generation of indiscriminate people; There were only three or five of them pumping cold and playing black fists everywhere, and they were villains who fished in troubled waters; The rest are five people including Bird Feather, with a very clear goal, chasing the small steel cannon and Shazir, and drilling in the cracks of the people.

The little cannon was punched twice in the nose, one in the eye, the nostrils were bleeding, and one eye was invisible; Shar Pei was a little better, and he was hit on the head, and the swollen foot was the size of a fist.

At this moment, Xiao Gangcang heard Brother Biao's singing.

In the past, Xiao Gangcang followed Brother Biao's predecessors and followers, but he also heard Brother Biao sing, but it was all humming in a low voice when he was in a good mood, only the tune and no words. Brother Biao sang so loudly, and the little steel cannon was the first time he heard it.

It's a pity that Brother Biao sang, not only did the tune run out of 108,000 miles, but even the lyrics were as difficult to understand as ancient Egyptian.

So the little steel cannon was busy dodging the pursuit, and muttered to himself:

"Fuck, what kind of boss are you, I haven't cried yet, you cried first."

After saying that, he himself was really sad and cried.