Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub

The main house in the fenced courtyard was extremely lively.

The Qingjun man in the center of the storm covered his chest with his hands, and when he wanted to save his image again, the four young men had already found Heizi's house.

A courtyard wall, with a distance of two meters, Heizi's house could clearly hear the lively sounds of the neighbors.

At that time, Heizi was sitting at the door of his dilapidated main room, looking at the gray sky with a blank expression, and whistled melancholy.

There was a lame stool underneath, and a fashionable black down jacket, which didn't match very well.

When the four young men entered the door, he only moved his eyeballs and rolled his eyes lightly, with no fluctuation in his expression.

"Brother Heizi!" On the contrary, it was the four young people who were excited and enthusiastic.

A freezing rain in the morning made the yard even more dilapidated, with weeds all over the ground, mud everywhere, almost no place to set foot, and there was a rotten smell that had accumulated for many years in the air.

The long-haired young man frowned, endured the staining of his leather shoes, stepped into the yard and walked to the eaves of the main hall, "Brother Heizi, why didn't you notify the brothers to pick you up when you came out? See you outside?"

"Smoke." Heizi spat out a word.

The long-haired young man froze for a moment, sneered, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket and lit one for each, "You stayed in there for more than three years, and finally came out, brother, take you to celebrate first?"

"You?" He took a puff of cigarette into his lungs, and the addiction he had suppressed for two days was finally appeased, Heizi's mood improved, and his voice finally carried human emotions.

"That's a good question, brother Heizi. You haven't been outside these few years, so you don't know the changes outside. It's different from before." The long-haired young man stood under the eaves, in front of Heizi, and dusted off the cigarette ash in a condescending manner, " In the past two years, I have taken in a group of younger brothers and earned a little money, so it is okay to treat you to a meal to celebrate."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Heizi, and said with a smile, "I don't want you to treat me, I guess you won't have any money in your pocket."

Xiaopingtou, who was standing behind the long-haired youth, heard his words, his face tightened slightly, and he pulled off his sleeves to warn, "Dacheng!"

"What are you talking about? I'm not right? We used to follow Brother Heizi, and you forgot what happened? Can he be rich?" Dacheng pulled back his sleeves, and simply didn't hide it. He raised his jaw with a sense of superiority beyond words, "Heizi, anyway, we used to be brothers. I am nostalgic, and I came here to find you when you came out, and you will follow me in the future! Don't worry, I have always been generous to my brothers. As long as I eat meat, I will definitely let you drink soup."

Heizi didn't speak.

A cigarette is smoked so quickly that half of it is left in a few puffs.

How much does a pack of cigarettes cost outside now?

The man squinted his eyes in the smoke and meditated, and his distant and deep appearance fell into the eyes of others, especially arrogant and arrogant.

Dacheng smiled, his face darkened, "Will you please tell me, Heizi, you will be out of the way if you do this! Don't you want to?"

When he was a younger brother, he was oppressed by Heizi everywhere, and he has been holding back this tone for several years.

Now that he came up and the other party was down and out, how dare he act like a big brother to take Joe in front of him?

"What did you just say?" Heizi slowly raised his eyes when he heard the words "don't give me a face".

Facing the dark and gloomy eyes of the man, there was obviously no emotion in those eyes, and the look was not fierce, Dacheng still couldn't help shivering, feeling guilty.

Unable to hold back his face, Dacheng sneered, sternly, "Brother Heizi, I will call you Brother Heizi for your sake, but now it is not the same as before, do you still think you are the boss of Heizi? Now the one who has money outside is the boss—"

Before he finished speaking, the man shot without warning, grabbed his collar and pulled him down, knocking his head against the eaves.

The movements are done in one go, cleanly and effortlessly.

Dacheng knelt in the mud, clutching his head in severe pain, and looked at the corner of the collapsed verandah, where there were still fine debris falling down.

I don't know if his head is too hard, or the eaves are too weak.

The man was still sitting on the crippled stool, motionless, his eyes squinting, "I've been in there for a few years, and I don't have any money, but I practice more than a dozen times a day, and my fists are getting harder and harder. Do you want to try again?"

Dacheng opened his mouth again and again, looking at the man, he didn't dare to answer.

He only now remembered how cruel the man in front of him was, he was cruel to others, and he was also cruel to himself.

There is never a warning in a fight, and the opponent must get down first in death.

"Brother Heizi! Brother Heizi, everyone is a brother. Dacheng didn't say anything, but he has always cared about you, so don't argue with him." Seeing that the situation was not right, Xiaopingtou standing behind hurriedly said, "This time The brothers came to see you, one was to celebrate your release from prison, and the other was to discuss something with you."

Heizi shifted his gaze to Xiaopingtou, "What are you discussing?"

Hearing that he was interested, Xiaopingtou heaved a sigh of relief, stepped forward and pulled Dacheng up without daring to look at the big bag on his forehead, "Brother Heizi, how long have you been back? Taoxi Village has changed a lot this year, You must have seen it too. Your village is really amazing now!"

"The watermelons I grow are sold in the city, and each can be sold for eight yuan! They have caught up with the king of fruits."

"There is also a very large and magnificent library built at the grain drying yard. I heard that people pay their wages generously, and thousands of them are thrown out every day."

"Also, there are rich people living in this village!"

While talking, Xiaoping paid attention to Heizi's expression, and tentatively said, "Brother Heizi, you happen to be from this village, how about it, do you want to join the brothers and earn some money to spend?"

Heizi's eyes moved, "How do you earn money?"

The four people on the opposite side looked at each other secretly, and they all leaned in front of Heizi, and even Dacheng who had just been beaten put aside his personal grievances for the time being.

"There is a little girl named Qiqi in your village. Brother Heizi, you just need to keep an eye on her. It is inconvenient for the other brothers to say more. If the matter is resolved, brothers will definitely benefit from you!" A handful of money was stuffed into Heizi's hand, "You spend this money first, and then take care of your house, don't make it so shabby."

Then he gave Heizi a beep machine and reported a number, "I will use this beep machine to contact you in the future. If there is any situation here, you can call me at the number just now."

After the matter was finished, Dacheng and Xiaoping didn't stay any longer and prepared to leave.

The place is so shabby, there is not even a decent stool, why stay here?

Heizi is crazy, if he says something inappropriate, he may have to be beaten again.

Heizi glanced at the money in his hand, put it in his pocket casually, and said to the backs of several people, "When you leave, leave behind the smoke, and the money on your body, take them away separately, or you won't be able to leave my house."

The group of four, "..."

When walking, the pocket is cleaner than the face.

Damn Heizi, all the customers who come to the door are robbed!