Chapter 2 At this time ()

The summer night wind was filled with annoying and stuffy heat, and it penetrated into the chest along the mouth and nose, making people feel depressed from their skin to their bones. Wen Liang slowly walked out of the alley with his support on the wall, looking at the sudden enlightenment of the road in front of him, and breathed a long sigh.

Although the place where he was beaten was still painful, it was still in a tolerable range. Wen Liang was naturally much tougher than a 16-year-old boy. He used his thumb, index finger and middle finger to press it in a fan shape on the wound, sometimes with three-point force and sometimes with five-point force to massage clockwise and counterclockwise. In a short while, the pain would be relieved a little.

This is a method taught by a middle-aged teacher in a Beijing gym after graduating from university. It has miraculous effect on reducing swelling and removing stagnation. Later, Wen Liang learned that this middle-aged man was from internal martial arts, but he could only go to Taekwondo to attend classes in order to make a living. This is also impossible. The learning conditions for internal martial arts are harsh and the effect is very slow. Without the determination to persevere for many years, it is impossible to achieve success. Wen Liang learned from the teacher for more than a year, but he only understood the basics. He didn't learn much real skills, but he used some practical small methods very skillfully.

Standing on the streets of Qingzhou in 1995, Wen Liang was still a little unbelievable when he looked at everything in front of him. The low buildings, broken streets, and the shiny white tiles walls under the night. There was no brightly lit husky in later generations, and there was no noise of crowds coming and going. Two rows of tall sycamore trees made a hoarse moan in the night breeze. Occasionally, a few shirtless men walked by drinking Qinggong beer. The little sister standing under the street lights on the side of the road immediately burst into laughter.

Qingzhou is still so beautiful.

Silently identifying the direction, Wen Liang walked towards home. At this time, his father should be lying on the sofa and holding the latest documents to study domestic policy trends. A deputy director of the policy research office of the municipal party committee, the party group ranking was finally excluded. You can imagine his status at home. My mother must have scolded him while watching TV and scolded him for walking around the boss more. Thinking of his parents, Wen Liang smiled slightly, and his staggering steps became a little lighter.

After turning a few alleys and passing by the East Street Hu, I suddenly saw a black Santana parked on the side of the road. A woman in a black dress leaned over the back cover and bent down to vomit. Her long scattered hair hung on her ears. Her exquisitely crafted uniform wrapped her figure in a delicate and delicate way. Under the skirt, a pair of slender white and tender legs tightly tied together, making the high round and round set off the eye-catching.

Wen Liang whistled quietly and walked past the woman. She lowered her head and could not see her appearance, but she should not be over 30 years old. At this time, a young man walked out of another alley more than ten meters in front of him. He was about 1.7 meters tall, military green shorts, flip flops, white vest on his shoulders, and a cigarette in his mouth, leaving the "Yiwei" that the gangsters like nowadays - "The Young and Dangerous Man in the Jianghu" was released in 1995. After being spread by the video halls all over the mountains and fields in the mainland, it caused a huge sensation. It is said that people on Qingzhou Road also watched the movie in groups, greatly condensing combat power and centripetal force.

Wen Liang didn't want to cause trouble. Now his little body is not capable of causing trouble. This road is not the main road and there are no pedestrians. He lowered his head slightly and passed by the young man. He put his right hand in his trouser pocket, touching the only 5 yuan, and was ready to be blackmailed.

But strangely, the young man walked over without stopping, without even looking at him. What surprised Wen Liang even more was that he felt that the young man seemed to tremble nervously.

nervous?

There is a rumor in Qingzhou that is widely circulated: during the day, the thieves and prostitutes behind it, the master is the king of Qingzhou, and the gangster is the cockroaches at night. As the right time and place just now, if you don’t do some work, it is an insult to the cause of gangsters.

Wen Liang couldn't help but curiosity, turned his head and took a look. With his extremely vicious eyes that he had tempered in his later generations, he immediately saw that the young man was walking very stiffly, and even had a few twists and turns.

Hum? Wen Liang walked in confusion for more than 20 meters, and his face suddenly changed color. He finally remembered that tonight, a sensational rape case occurred here. Zuo Yuxi, the youngest deputy department-level cadre in Qingzhou and deputy director of the Municipal Education Bureau, was raped by a young man from society on his way to attend a reception banquet. Later, a crowd passed by and called the police. The rapist was caught on the spot. With Zuo Yuxi's background, the case could have been compressed to the minimum range. The reason why it was very sensational at that time was said to be because there happened to be an amateur photography enthusiast among the passing people who took a few photos. Later, the photos became effective evidence of the police's conviction. Later, the photos were circulated through unknown channels, and the clarity was quite high...

The result is conceivable. Qingzhou was full of rumors overnight, and various versions were circulating between government agencies and the market. Zuo Yuxi first resigned from his administrative position and then left the education system, but eventually failed to withstand the pressure and died. The rapist also committed suicide in the detention center for fear of crime.

Wen Liang, who was in his previous life, did not worry about anything, so how could he pay attention to social news? I could remember this because my father warned him not to go out the night the next day. After learning about the situation, he realized that on the same night, a woman had suffered a more cruel shame than him.

He was just deprived of the self-esteem of a little boy, and that person was deprived of the right to survive.

Wen Liang stopped and clenched his fists suddenly. The 16-year-old thin body did not feel any full of strength at all. It was undoubtedly a delusional idea to stop a professional who was struggling on the market.

Call the police?

In the era when there was no phone, no cell phone, and even a 201 recharge card, calling the police was really a technical job. Wen Liang lived in Qingzhou for twenty years and never bothered the police. He didn't even know where the nearest police station was.

Looking for someone?

Apart from myself, the whole road was the only star above the head and the reflection under the lamp. I really don’t know where the passing people mentioned in the newspaper were? If Wen Liang hadn’t just been reborn, he was a little dizzy and had touched the wrong path, he wouldn’t have passed by the East Street Hutong.

A low scream came from behind, and Wen Liang suddenly turned around and saw a pair of beautiful long legs kicking around beside the car. The high heels pulled out two shallow marks on the ground and disappeared into the boy's gaze.

There is a small dead end!

Wen Liang finally made up his mind and looked around. There was indeed a lot of construction waste not far ahead. Wen Liang knew a little. In 1995, it was the early stage of Qingzhou's urban transformation. In order to save costs, some construction companies secretly put construction waste in small pickup trucks or tricycles at night and found a remote place to dump it in the city. Often, residents went out early in the morning and found a pile of cement ash, brick chips, broken steel bars and other garbage at their doorstep or not far away, which almost became the psoriasis of Qingzhou like small advertisements. There were two piles of such garbage mountains in the alley where Gu Wenyuan and Mushan Mountain just now. Later, the Qingzhou Municipal Party Committee and Municipal Government ordered five functional departments to jointly manage it for a long time, and it was not until 1996 that there was a slight improvement.

Now, in Wen Liang's eyes, these garbage were like thieves' egg knife. He did not hesitate anymore, and ran over quickly, picked up two half-meter-long steel bars from it, held them tightly, and turned around and returned.

Tonight of the previous life, I lost my future, but you lost your brilliant life.
Chapter completed!