The weather in summer is very hot, so hot that it makes people feel uncomfortable all over, so I am looking forward to the arrival of night.

I was hunched over, with my left hand in my trouser pocket. There was a bank card with 10,000 yuan in it. I passed by a small tobacco, alcoholic and non-staple food shop. I thought about it and walked straight ahead without going in.

"Gurgling" Then, there was a cry of protest from my stomach, and I remembered that I had not had a drop of water all afternoon. A middle-aged woman next to me was pretty good-looking, but not a good person. When I heard

Even though his stomach growled, he covered his mouth and snickered, but he still showed a look of disdain.

"Do you fucking believe that I used the 10,000 yuan bank card in my pocket to hit you?" I was thinking, but accidentally saw the diamond ring in her hand, which probably weighed several grams, and should be very valuable.

"What are you looking at, you stinky scoundrel?" the woman pointed at me and scolded her. Her voice was not loud, but not quiet either. Passers-by looked at me sideways.

"Damn it, when did I become a gangster?" I thought to myself, shook my head and walked forward, "Oh no!" the woman snorted with disdain.

I pretended not to hear, and warned myself over and over again in my heart, "A good man should not fight with a woman, and a good man should not fight with a woman. If we damage her, we can't afford to pay for it..."

After a day of ridicule and contempt, I finally came to my favorite: the dark night!

Of course, I like the dark night not because I like committing crimes or anything like that, but because it is dark and no one can recognize me, so no one can ridicule me.

I was sitting alone on the beach, smoking a cigarette I had just bought from a small store on credit. Next to me was a pack of peanuts and a bottle of Erguotou.

I know the proprietress of the store, she is a nice person, and I have become familiar with her over time. Every time I have no money, I will go to her to get credit, and then my wife will give me pocket money to pay back next month.

Yes, I am very useless and rely on my wife for all my pocket money. I am commonly known as a freeloader.

I didn't spend the 10,000 yuan given by my second sister. I thought the money might be useful. Although the 100 yuan was not glorious, it was the most money I had ever received since I got married. It seems that the little girl is indeed not a white-eyed wolf.

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I just smoked a cigarette and drank a few peanuts while drinking wine. I didn't care about what the people around me thought of me. Of course, the people around me were all women.

In such a hot summer, women are all wearing bikinis and playing in the shallows. Looking at their plump bodies and sultry voices, my heart is on fire.

Men like to sit on the bridge opposite and look here. I am more straightforward and sit directly on the beach. Don't ask me why. If you ask, it's because I am a pure man.

After smoking more than half a pack of Ziyun cigarettes, finishing the Erguotou in my hand, and eating the last peanut, I once again made sure that no woman wanted to ask me for WeChat, QQ, phone number, etc., then I shook my head and left.

There is no place for me to stay here, I have my own place to stay. "Wait, wait, wait." At this moment, someone called me, and I felt happy. It seemed that I still knew what I was doing. I fumbled with my trouser pockets.

There is a Vive phone that has been with me for several years, and the casing has already been slippery by my touch.

"I've been paying attention to you for a long time. You kid, just leave. Why did you leave the garbage? Mom, is it easy for me to clean it?" the visitor said angrily.

"Fuck" I muttered in my heart, why am I so destined to be with my aunt? But I was more honest with my hands, so I quickly picked up the wine bottles and garbage bags on the ground. I even picked up the cigarette butts one by one: "One, two

One, three...ten."

Listening to the mocking words of the women around me, and the disdainful expressions on their faces, I really wanted to take out the 10,000 yuan bank card in my trouser pocket and throw it at them, but after thinking about it, I better forget it. One more thing is worse than one less thing. .

"Okay, okay, you can go." My aunt said, looking at me who was so embarrassed. I quickly took the garbage and walked away. Another shout came from behind: "Young man, don't litter next time. Please don't litter."

Yes, your location is across the bridge."

"Yeah," I said bitterly, I still have to thank you, but I felt bitter in my heart: Is the night going to leave me too?

I was walking around smelling of alcohol, and in my hands were a lot of garbage, cigarette butts, wine bottles and the like.

Under the moonlight, several people were dyeing their hair, red, yellow, purple, etc. I felt like I had seen a big dyeing workshop.

They were smoking cigarettes, holding long sticks in their hands, sitting on the will-o'-the-wisps, looking at the beach below with bright eyes, and the tattoos on their hands were particularly conspicuous. When they saw me coming dizzy, they stood up

stand up.

Seeing the spirited young man walking towards me, I muttered, "Oh no," I murmured, picked up the bottle in my hand and threw it away. Then I ran away.

After a loud "pop" sound, "Ah! This piece of shit hit me, ugh!" came the screams of the spirited young man and the sounds of cursing.

I ran hard, sobered up from the alcohol. There was no trace of drunkenness on my body anymore. The summer wind felt particularly comfortable on my face.

"A bunch of little kids, you still want to fight with me. You are too young. You were still playing in the mud when I was in the world, eh." Unfortunately, before I could finish my words, I felt like I was being kicked in the butt.

There is no doubt that due to the effect of inertia, I fell like a dog and ate shit.

"Pfft" I spat out the grass root in my mouth and struggled to get up, "His grandma, I asked you to hit me." I heard such a sound in a daze, then opened my eyes wide and saw an aunt beating me.

He was talking on the phone with a nervous look on his face.

"boom"

There was a muffled sound, and I felt a burning pain all over my body. It was like a wooden stick being hit on my body.

"Bang bang bang" sound of wooden sticks being struck came one after another. At this moment, I seemed to be back to the past. I was no longer struggling, my body was curled up, my hands were firmly protecting my head, and I allowed them to beat me.

My heart has already become numb.

"Stop fighting, the police are here, don't fight." I vaguely heard an aunt interceding for me. It turned out that the aunts nearby who were dancing in the square couldn't stand it anymore.

In broad daylight, oh no, in the dark of the moon and the wind, you openly beat a young man. Is there any way to do this?

"Old guy, get out of here, or I'll take care of you too." Unfortunately, the energetic young men above ignored the aunts at all, and even waved the long sticks in their hands threateningly, as if I was the best in the world.

I curled up my body, closed my eyes tightly, held my head, and couldn't resist even if I didn't resist. Now I figured it out: I probably broke the rules and went to the beach to flirt with girls. In the end, I lost all my money.

It caused public outrage and I should be beaten.

Seeing that I didn't fight back or scolded me, the gangsters suddenly lost interest, and one of them, a red-haired young man with a blooming head, pulled away from the crowd.

I was overjoyed. It seemed that my conscience had discovered it, but it turned out that I was overthinking it.

I felt someone grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up. I had already guessed what was going to happen next. As expected, a huge fist hit me.

"Uh" I screamed in pain and flew to the aunt next to me. I was drooling and crying and hugged her tightly and wouldn't let go. It was only a fool who let me go.

Perhaps she took pity on me, so the aunt held me tight and cursed at the energetic boys. The team of aunts behind her quickly showed off their sharp tongue.

They are battle-hardened. In a word, when it comes to quarrels, who are the aunts afraid of?

I listened to their scoldings in a daze, then opened my eyes and saw the looming red light tube in the distance: You are finally here, if you don't come, someone will die.

"Run, the police are coming, hurry, hurry, hurry." Then the spirited boys fled, and the sound of will-o'-the-wisps exploding in the street was particularly harsh.
Chapter completed!