Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Lao Ma's Barbecue Restaurant at the north end of Huimin Street.

The core area of ​​the disturbance.

A plastic table that had been overturned.

A middle-aged man, his eyes red with anxiety, pointed tremblingly at one of the young people in a group of young people.

There were seven or eight young people, more than half of whom had a "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and often outlandish fashion) style.

The one the middle-aged man was pointing to was one of the few whose clothing and hairstyle looked relatively normal.

Tang Yisheng knew that middle-aged man.

Strictly speaking, it should be a familiar face whose name is unknown.

I took a bus from Beijing back to the provincial capital, and this was the driver of the pedicab I took.

We chatted for a bit and I learned that the other person was a legitimate worker at the machinery factory.

Choosing to work overnight as a tricycle driver to earn money suggests that the family is not well-off.

At the very least, he is a good man who works hard and strives for his family.

The young man being pointed at blushed bright red.

I don't know if it was the effect of the alcohol or the thin dough that irritated me.

Tang Yisheng came to Zhang Lei's side, and he could clearly hear the middle-aged man's heartfelt sorrow and his grief at her lack of ambition.

The matter becomes clear after listening for a while.

The gist of the story is that there is a bedridden grandmother in the family, a mother who has to get up at 3 a.m. every day to set up her breakfast stall, and he himself works two jobs in addition to his regular job.

The son, however, was quite disappointing, stealing money from the family and squandering it.

The wife couldn't find the money to buy medicine, so the husband started looking for his son everywhere in the afternoon. Finally, he found the mahjong parlor at No. 7 Huimin Street.

The fact that this street is named after an ethnic minority group speaks volumes about its uniqueness.

The card and mahjong parlors in this area are obviously safer and more secure.

Of course, apart from well-informed young people like Tang Yisheng, others probably wouldn't think much about the fact that unlicensed family gambling in this environment is easier to cheat and less afraid of causing trouble.

Even if something happens, given the nature of the incident and the circumstances, it is difficult to make a fuss or get help.

The card and chess room is located right behind Lao Ma's BBQ restaurant.

The middle-aged man originally went to a card and chess room, but ended up running into his son, who was eating skewers and drinking, and even heard his son boasting that he would treat everyone tonight.

The elderly mother at home is about to run out of medication, and the grandson who has doted on her for more than 20 years has taken the money meant to save his grandmother's life and put it into a large clove of garlic.

The middle-aged man had been anxious and frustrated all day, and upon seeing his unfilial son, he was enraged and rushed forward to question him.

As a result, the son, who was concerned about his image, felt embarrassed after being scolded in public, so he retorted with a couple of sentences.

The honest, middle-aged man was completely enraged and overturned the table.

"Let's go back, there's nothing to see."

Tang Yisheng tugged at the fat man and then gently patted Zhang Lei's other shoulder.

From behind, it looks like you're embracing her intimately.

Zhang Lei didn't move, and subconsciously pressed down on Tang Yisheng's hand, very hard.

Suddenly, the posture of holding her in his arms was forced into place.

The fat man had just turned his head when he saw this scene.

Her squinting eyes first spotted the shoulders and arms between Tang Yisheng and Zhang Lei, then slid to the other side of Tang Yisheng's outstretched arm.

Mouth wide open.

The linear slits in his eyes also turned into a date pit shape.

His expression was quite remarkable in that instant.

This is much more interesting than the father-son confrontation over there.

The fat man became excited in an instant, even more excited than Tang Yisheng himself.

My first reaction was to make a scene, but the words caught in my throat and I hesitated to speak.

He glanced quickly at Wang Min, who was intently staring ahead.

At the same time, a slightly lewd smile appeared on his chubby face.

Instead of actually turning around and going inside, he turned back.

She turned her back to stare at Tang Yisheng and Zhang Lei, who were "hugging each other."

Although my eyes are fixed ahead, what I can't resist is no longer the argument between strangers.

No wonder Lao Tang wanted to play matchmaker for Zhang Lei and Wang Min.

When did they get together?

They were even hugging and cuddling!

Have you kissed?

No!

We'll have to give this kid a good interrogation later.

They're in this state, yet they didn't tell me!

But it's really great.

Zhang Lei is Jiang Ruoxi's best friend, and the two are always seen together.

Just like myself and Lao Tang.

So, now that Lao Tang and Zhang Lei have paired up, does that mean I and Jiang Ruoxi will also...?

Hey.

"What are you grinning about?"

Wang Min nudged the fat man who had burst out laughing with her elbow.

The father and son were locked in a bittersweet scene, and you, just watching the spectacle, burst out laughing. Aren't you afraid of getting beaten up?

Moreover, Wang Min felt that the plaintiff's father worked hard for the family, while the defendant's son was unfilial and unworthy, and had even committed theft, which might even implicate a third party, an elderly person with a long-term illness.

Even without sympathy or compassion, one should not laugh!

The fat man covered his mouth.

A joyful feeling welled up between my fingers.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, and the more excited he became, the less he could contain himself.

If I wasn't worried about disturbing the two people hugging behind me, I would have turned around and squeezed back long ago.

He wasn't unaware of the unspoken rule of not laughing while watching the fun, but he was just too optimistic and couldn't resist.

Tang Yisheng noticed that Zhang Lei's mood was off; the soft flesh of her shoulder beneath his palm was trembling slightly.

You could sense that Zhang Lei's body was tense and her condition was unusual.

"What's wrong?"

Tang Yisheng leaned close to Zhang Lei's ear and whispered a question.

From the perspective of those behind, it looks like a young couple in the throes of passion whispering to each other.

spit!

They even spotted them whispering sweet nothings while watching the spectacle!

"Move aside."

"Get out of the way!"

"Get out of here!"

Tang Yisheng was shoved hard from behind.

Zhang Lei stumbled forward two steps as a result.

Several people emerged from behind, clearly delinquent teenagers.

Some had dyed yellow or green hair, while others had nose or ear piercings. The two men pushing aside the crowd at the door were Tang Yisheng's old acquaintances, Zhang Kai and Duan Xueyou.

No wonder the outermost layer of onlookers inside the house was shouting, "Make way!"

But when it came to Tang Yisheng, it became "Get out of here".

She was probably driven mad with jealousy after seeing Tang Yisheng embracing Zhang Lei in a seemingly intimate manner.

Tang Yisheng and the others were eating and drinking inside the house, and they didn't see Zhang Kai and Duan Xueyou at all.

Tang Yisheng frowned and looked back.

Duan Xueyou came first, Zhang Kai followed, and the third one to come out was a young man with a toothpick in his mouth, a black vest clinging to his body, and black and red stripes covering his bare arms.

Tang Yisheng knew him.

Yan Litao, nicknamed Little Yama.

He was arrested during the 2001 crackdown and apparently sentenced to more than ten years in prison.

Tang Yisheng subconsciously searched and retrieved his memories over twelve and a half years.

It was Yan Litao who said it himself.

After he came out, he opened a mahjong parlor at the southwest corner of the intersection of Jingliu Road and Weishier Road.

They create groups to facilitate mahjong games for players who want to play but don't have enough people. Tang Yisheng is also a regular customer of their shop.

Back then, Yan Litao would often cook a few dishes, order a few buckets of draft beer, and invite his mahjong friends who supported him to a meal to strengthen their bond.

Tang Yisheng had heard about Yan Litao's past "glory" from other mahjong players at a drinking party.

But that was twenty years later.

Upon seeing the Little Yama, Tang Yisheng immediately understood.

They're probably staying in the private area at the back, or they came in through the back door.

As a security guard, it's normal for him to step in and resolve issues when they arise, but it's best if he comes out of the shop rather than wandering in from the outside.

Otherwise, how would they show that they weren't just a disorganized rabble?

Otherwise, how could it be called "keeping watch"?

He came out of the store to settle things.

This means that Lao Ma's BBQ is Xiao Yama's territory.