that boy cried for me

Silent night, restless night, restless night, restless night.

"Do you know me?" I asked.

The other party may look at me with little meat, show disdain, and say "I don't know."

I was waiting for these three characters, and I almost jumped up and punched him in the face with all my energy, "I don't know!? If you don't know me, I will let you know!"

The grandson was staggered by me. I stuck my waist, and the brother next to me had already gone up. Of course, it was not aimed at me, but at my boss. They were hired by the boss, and so did I.

If he wants to say he knows me, I have something waiting for him, "You fucking know me and dare to touch my boss's girl!"

The next scene is the same as now.

This is what I learned from Grandpa Hou Baolin.

It's a bit cold today, and I'm walking on the street with my pockets on, trying to hide my face in the down jacket.

It's Christmas Eve today, and all the christmas songs are coming out of the store. I don't understand these people, and it's not their own holiday.

Someone walked over quickly and bumped into me. I glared at him angrily. He didn't seem to have time to look at me at all, and continued to walk forward violently.

"Hey!" I roared, it's a big festival.

The man was stopped by me, and he turned his head, still a little bewildered.

"Do you know if you hit someone?" I said.

He looked quite harmless, and he nodded apologetically to me, "I'm sorry buddy, I was distracted by something and didn't pay attention."

He speaks pleasantly, and looks reliable, but he is irrelevant, who the hell is his buddy.

He made an embarrassed gesture at me, and I waved him away.

At this time, I think we should be passersby, passerby A and passerby B.

Who knew, we would meet each other often, and...

At this time, we were going to different places, one was facing south, one was facing north, one ran back to his warm home, and the other didn't know where to go.

I scurried around in the street like a headless chicken for a while, and finally walked back to my hut. Before stepping in the door, I felt a dark shadow on the sofa. I quickly adapted to the darkness, and faced the shadow After doing an analysis, I didn't even need to turn on the lights, so I went straight to the bedroom.

he did talk

"Meng Xiao..."

I didn't slow down my movements at all. I took off my coat, untied my shoelaces, and kicked my shoes away.

"Meng Xiao!" Hei Ying'er came over and turned on the bedroom light while I looked up at him, my brain ached.

"Why are you dressed like a rat!" I really couldn't stand his virtue, he tilted his head and took a look in the mirror, disapprovingly, "You know a fart! This is the most fucking fashionable dress."

He said it with a straight face.

"Stylish your sister!"

The master in front of me who thinks he is on the cutting edge of fashion and looks like a Japanese cowherd is my brother, Meng Zhao.

Meng Zhao looked at me. I took off my socks and lay on my back on the bed. He looked at the soles of my feet and smiled wryly.

"What the hell are you doing?" He pointed at the soles of my feet.

I rolled his eyes at him, and lifted the soles of my feet to look at the font.

Meng Zhao said, those who come out to hang around like me have to engrave letters to show their might, otherwise, as white and clean as me, it is suitable to hang out with him.Oh, I forgot to mention that my brother is famous for being a pimp. In the past, he mainly pimped women, but now he pimps both men and women. I don’t know what’s wrong with it in recent years. The proportion of men looking for men to play with has increased by leaps and bounds. That day Meng Zhao even drew me a bar graph with a decent face, telling me that now he pulls more men than women.

My brother has a nickname, Tiaozi, which used to be called by the police, but now when he says Tiaozi, he is my brother if he doesn’t wear uniform.

Where he is, hidden.

Where I work, brilliant, I wear a uniform, but I'm not a cop, I'm a security guard.Occasionally I don't wear a uniform, I'm a horse boy.

Anyway, we brothers, that is the phoenix that cannot fly from the chicken coop.

Last time Meng Zhao told me to get a tattoo, but I couldn't twist him, so I tattooed a few words on the soles of my feet.

Now I lift my feet up to show you, see?what word?

You know.

"Anti-Qing and Fuming"

The left foot turned clear, and the right foot regained sight.

I don't lie to you, I lie to you as a grandson.

Soon, I kicked Meng Zhao with Fuming, and Meng Zhao said, let me hang out with him, saying that with my alluring appearance and rebellious personality, my brother and I will get rich just around the corner.

Meng Zhao is not joking, he can spare me.When he was a child, he used me to help him block darts.

Meng Zhao rushed forward, and I reversed Qing and Ming Qi, and successfully trampled him underfoot.

I yelled, "Meng Tiaozi, you're fucking crazy about money, I've got rid of you tortoise today, and it's considered honorable!"

Meng Zhao smiled happily at my feet, "Don't you don't know what is good or bad, you are always better than you as a thug."

I kicked him off the bed and he lay on the ground.

I sat on the bed and said, "It's okay, get out."

"Today is Christmas Eve."

"What's the good night?"

"Xiao~~" Meng Zhao lay there and called me.

"..." I ignored him, and raised my foot to look at him again.

"Xiao~~" He sat up abruptly.

I turned my feet and looked at him, and he suddenly grinned, "Buy Ricksmus."

My head hurts, and I looked at him helplessly, "Go to hell..."