I dreamed again, it was the same dream. Zhao Fanchen had been having this dream for several years. It was like it happened yesterday, vivid in my mind, lingering in my mind, lingering with me like a shadow.

After pressing the alarm on his cell phone, Zhao Fanchen climbed up from the narrow hard bed. The bed was covered with a straw mat wrapped in a blue sheet with a few holes in it. The humidity in the small room was very heavy, and the straw mat under him was wet.

, put his feet on the small table brought back from the construction site next to the bed, put his hands on the ground, did dozens of standard push-ups, and used two fingers to support the bumpy cement floor in the house.

Without blushing and out of breath, he stood up and sat on the temporary bed supported by bricks. Zhao Fanchen groped for half a box of crumpled Zhongnanhai on the small table filled with miscellaneous beer bottles, peanuts, and cans.

, a pack of four yuan and a half, and took out a crumpled cigarette from it. Half of it was soaked by the beer spilled on the table, but he still lit it and took a deep breath, letting the spicy tobacco mixed with the beer.

After the bitter taste swirled in his stomach, Zhao Fanchen felt much better.

After wiping his face and rubbing his messy hair, Zhao Fanchen smoked while subconsciously stroking the ring in his neck that looked like wood but not wood, not jade but not jade. This had become his habit.

The smoke rose, making Zhao Fanchen's slightly delicate face appear misty and misty. The ring around his neck was the only thing left to him by the old man of the Zhao family who disappeared four years ago.

Twenty-two-year-old Zhao Fanchen was expelled from school four years ago due to a criminal case and has since missed the opportunity to go to college. However, he has no regrets at all. Some things must be done.

In the past four years, in order to get the old man back from the Zhao family, he suffered hardships, suffered hardships, and tried all kinds of jobs. He once worked seven jobs a day, and the money he earned was used as travel expenses across the country.

It was the same as years ago, still in this small broken house, he still had nothing, and was working on a construction site not far away. He was also a migrant worker as the saying goes. What Zhao Fanchen lacked most now was money, and what he wanted most was money.

What you want is to stand out and no longer be yelled at, looked up to, and looked down upon by others.

After leaving the yard, he stretched out and squinted at the red sun, which had a little bit of its head peeking out from the tall buildings all around. Zhao Fanchen put away his complicated thoughts and connected the water to the faucet in the small yard.

After getting some water, I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I said hello to a few neighbors who were running taxis with towels on their shoulders and white T-shirts that were almost turning into black T-shirts. Then I turned around and went into the house, putting the few pieces of money in the drawer.

Zhong Nanhai put the change and the half box on the table into his pocket, took the coat stained with concrete hanging on the chair, and went out. He bought fried dough sticks, steamed buns and soy milk at the intersection, and ate them while walking.

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The small courtyard where Zhao Fanchen lived was on the outskirts of the city. It was in a remote location, and of course the rent was cheap. The courtyard was full of young people who were working hard at the bottom of society. They were a mixed bag of people, doing everything, but they just didn't have any money.

Zhao Fanchen had just thrown the plastic bag in his hand into the trash can on the roadside and was about to walk to the construction site. The small Nokia phone in his pocket, which had been used for several years and had worn off the paint, heard a faint sound. He took it out and took a look.

, three words are displayed on it: Xia Dongchun.

A comfortable smile appeared on his face. After the call was connected, Zhao Fanchen originally wanted to make a joke, but then he heard Xia Dongchun's anxious and panicked voice: "Brother Xiaofan, it's bad, someone came to the store to cause trouble. There are several of them.

What? Are you going to smash up the store?"

With a cold expression on his face, Zhao Fanchen calmly comforted the somewhat panicked Xia Dongchun, stopped a car and went straight to the newly opened underwear store on South Street.

In a small shop whose signboard is "Inner Beauty", the lonely and weak Xia Dongchunzheng was surrounded by four gangsters with strong gangsterism. There were many people watching the fun at the door, but no one dared to step forward to dissuade her. Everyone knew this.

A few people are the social bastards in this area who are deliberately looking for trouble. They can only shake their heads and sigh, secretly sighing that the world is unfair, and a flower will be destroyed by these beasts.

A tall gangster, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black T-shirt, with a gold chain as thick as a thumb hanging around his neck, his head shaved brightly, and a bright scorpion tattooed on the back of his head.

The fat in his body was accumulated together, and three gangsters with colorful hair stood crookedly in front of him. Chains were hanging on their jeans. They deliberately used scissors to poke a few holes in their knees. They had tattoos on their arms.

They have mottled tattoos and black leather gloves with five fingers exposed, as if they are afraid that others will not know that they are a promiscuous person.

The bald man smiled arrogantly, and pulled a large purple lace bra from the underwear rack nearby with one big hand. He held it in his hand and played with it. His eyes were a little evil, staring at Xia Dongchun's plump breasts lewdly: "You

Your figure matches this underwear just right, would you like me to accompany you to change underwear?"

"You bastard, you are shameless." Xia Dongchun, who was holding the mop tightly in her hand, had a pretty face pale and bit her lip tightly to insist.

"Shameless? Haha? You haven't seen how shameless I am in bed? Tsk tsk?? It seems that I am very lucky today, Biao, to meet such a pretty girl. If I were stripped naked and put on the

On the bed, put those legs on your shoulders again?"

Bang? A pair of eyes full of lust looked up and down Xia Dongchun wantonly. Before Biaozi could finish his words, he was slapped on the face unexpectedly.

Biaozi and the three bastards behind him were stunned for a moment. They didn't expect that Xia Dongchun, who seemed so weak, would dare to hit someone. But then, Biaozi laughed evilly, and he reached out and touched the place where Xia Dongchun had just beaten him.

He touched his face and said with a smile: "Young girl has quite a fierce temper. Master Biao, I just like to play with an energetic girl like you. I will put you on my big bed tonight and play with you all night long. Let's see if you dare again."

You dare to fight me."

Biaozi reached out to grab the poor girl with stubborn lips leaning against the wall, but she was kicked back a few steps by a sudden kick. A figure who looked like a migrant worker who was not very tall stood in the way.

In front of Xia Dongchun, tears finally overflowed from the girl's eyes.

This guy who came out of nowhere turned around and showed a gentle smile to Xia Dongchun, wiped away her tears, and said softly: "Girl, it's okay, I'm here."

At this moment, Xia Dongchun suddenly felt as if he had everything instantly. As long as he was around, no matter what happened, he would feel safe, just like he did in the bar a year ago.

A little bastard behind Biaozi shook his hair, spittle flew everywhere, and with an arrogant look on his face, he came up and pushed Zhao Fanchen: "Fuck you Male Gobi, you bastard, where the hell did you come from?"

Come on, you, a stinky migrant worker, dare to pretend to be a big clove of garlic and dare to attack our brother Biaozi. You don't even ask me about it. I think you don't want to live anymore. You want a hero to save the beauty? I think you are looking for death.

Hurry and get as far away from me as possible, or I'll kill you."

Letting the bastard push him, Zhao Fanchen kicked the bastard on the calf. The young bastard was unsteady on his feet and jumped forward. Zhao Fanchen pressed his head with both hands.

, the knee went up and hit the little bastard's head. The little bastard was pushed backwards and knocked over two underwear racks. He held his head and screamed: "

Brother Biaozi, he hit me, this stinky migrant worker hit me?"

With a cold look in his eyes, Biaozi did not expect to meet a practicing practitioner today. He is quite famous in the Tao for his ability to fight, ruthless attacks, and no room for mercy. He took a step forward and lit a fire for himself.

He took a sip of the cigarette very domineeringly, blew it at Zhao Fanchen, grinned and said: "Boy, you have the guts, you are the first person who dares to go against me in this area, Male Gobi

Yes, a little migrant worker dares to bare his teeth with me. If I don’t bother you today, how will I still be able to mingle in society in the future? I’ll tell you the truth, I’m done with this chick today, so don’t pretend to be fat.

"When a hero saves a beauty, he also wants to see how much you weigh."

"You're a forced child, you dare to interfere with our boss's good things, you don't want to live anymore, do you? You stinky migrant worker, you are looking for death!"

"When did the migrant workers dare to act like heroes in front of our brother Biao? We are so stupid. We have to break both of his arms today?"

The two gangsters were cursing. When they saw that the gangster just now was still holding his head, they were about to go up to teach Zhao Fanchen a lesson, but Biaozi held out a big hand and stopped him: "I'll do it!"

In the early years, Biaozi had learned a few moves from his half-assed master who was traveling around the world. He had some basic kung fu skills. He was about 1.8 meters tall and rushed towards Zhao Fanchen. Zhao Fanchen also rushed forward without hesitation. The two of them

They were entangled together, making the sound of fists clashing. After all, Biaozi had practiced. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Zhao Fanchen's collar. He pushed his knees up, but Zhao Fanchen blocked them with his arms. Biaozi took advantage of the opportunity.

Using his elbow to pound Zhao Fanchen's back, there was always a huge gap in strength between Zhao Fanchen and Biaozi.

Although Zhao Fanchen knows some boxing and kicking skills, those are some simple breath-taking techniques that the old man gave him, as well as the most basic things such as Zha Ma Bu. After all, he can't fight with Biaozi in black boxing. His attacks are vicious and some

Compared with the truly capable gangsters, Biaozi hit his head with an elbow from Biaozi on the back. Biaozi pinched the back of Zhao Fanchen's neck and pushed his knee hard against Zhao Fanchen's chest. After a moment, Zhao Fanchen

After being beaten down and trampled on the soles of his feet by the gangsters, Xia Dongchun, who was desperately crying and trying to pounce on him, was restrained by the two gangsters.

Stepping on Zhao Fanchen's chest, Biaozi laughed proudly and said: "You stinky migrant worker, if you have the ability, why don't you get up? Do you really want to beat me? Haha? Don't you want a hero to save a beauty? I will do it today.

Do you want to play with this pretty girl in front of you?"

Pulling Xia Dongchun to his side, Biaozi smiled obscenely and stretched out his hand to pull the collar of Xia Dongchun's shirt. Xia Dongchun's struggle seemed so futile, she burst into tears and her face turned pale.

When Zhao Fanchen, who was trampled on the ground, saw Xia Dongchun's desperate eyes, his eyes were about to burst. His hands clenched and he was filled with anger. At this moment, he felt that in his body

There was an evil fire raging around, and all the blood in his body was ignited at this moment. A huge force filled his body. Zhao Fanchen couldn't bear it anymore. He would never allow anyone to hurt Xia Dongchun.

At this moment, Biaozi suddenly felt a strong chill enveloped him. Zhao Fanchen on the ground shouted loudly, grabbed Biaozi's foot with both hands and twisted it, and heard a clicking sound, and the bones were broken.
Chapter completed!