Three. Grievance

003 Injustice

"Grass, you still look at me, look at your mother X, you, old man, didn't you hear me talking to you? If you want to set up a stall, you have to pay!" Huang Mao kicked casually and put the old man's stall on the ground. Things got messed up.

"Young generation, I have no grievances with you, I sell my things, you go your way, we don't interfere with each other, why do you want to trouble the old man?" The old man said with a sigh.

"Damn, you thought you were Kong Yiji after just a few sentences of classical Chinese?" A young man with long hair next to him became impatient, went up to the old man's stand and scolded, "If you don't eat a toast and eat a fine drink,看你一把老骨头了就不揍你了，免得别人说我们不尊老爱幼，给你一个机会，跪下给我磕个头叫声亮哥，老子就免了你的保护费，否则以后Don't let me see you again!"

"People's hearts are not ancient!" The old man shook his head as he packed up the things scattered on the ground.

"I'm so stupid!" When Yang Ming saw that the old man was being bullied, he immediately became furious. An old man who lives by running a street stall is already worthy of sympathy, but these two guys still have to pay for their protection!

Yang Ming jumped off the bicycle and rushed to the old man's side, glaring at the two of them.

"Yo? Isn't this Brother Yang?" The young man with long hair was stunned when he saw Yang Ming, and immediately recognized him.

"Since you know me, hurry up!" Seeing that they knew him, Yang Ming felt that he could solve it without having to do it himself. After all, Yang Ming's name was very famous back then, who didn't know that "Yang Lunatic" who didn't want to kill him in a fight back then! In fact, at that time, Yang Ming just wanted to vent, venting all the depression in his heart and the thoughts of Su Ya on his opponent. But over time, Yang Ming's name also came out. By the time he entered high school, Yang Ming had also matured. He knew that if an adult broke someone, he would be held criminally responsible, so he seldom dealt with others.

"Hey, if I call you Brother Yang, do you really think you are a brother? Give you face and respect you as a senior, if you don't give you face, you are nothing! Your time has passed, and now it's me, Zhang Yuliang, who can say it. !" The long-haired youth spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in front of Yang Ming, and said disdainfully, "MLGBD, it's none of your business, where should I go!"

Yang Ming's face was ashen with anger. He had heard about this Zhang Yuliang. He was also in their junior high school back then, but he was two years younger than him. The little cub who followed his ass and called Brother Yang actually dared to shout in front of him. !

"You didn't hear Brother Liang talking to you. Are you still dissatisfied with your deaf ears? Are you looking for a beating?" Seeing that Yang Ming didn't respond, Huang Mao stepped forward and pushed Yang Ming.

"I haven't been a big brother for many years..." Zhang Yuliang also saw that Yang Ming was angry,

However, in his opinion, Yang Ming was just an outdated eldest brother, and there was nothing to be afraid of, so he sang "Big Brother" while holding his voice, with an indescribable sarcasm in his tone.

Yang Ming stepped forward and grabbed Zhang Yuliang's throat, grabbed his neck and pushed him to the corner, sneered, "You're right, I'm nothing now, but I can still crush you, believe it or not?"

"Cough...cough..., I fuck your mother, let me go!" Zhang Yuliang was caught out of breath.

Seeing that Zhang Yuliang was arrested, Huang Mao picked up a brick and smashed it at Yang Ming. Yang Ming heard the whirring of the wind behind him, and hurriedly released Zhang Yuliang to the side, but Huang Mao was too close to him, and he was too careless just now, but Huang Mao slapped a brick on Yang Ming's waist, only Hearing a "click", the brick shattered in half.

Huang Mao was stunned, this guy has practiced hard qigong? You actually broke the brick with your waist?

On the other hand, Yang Ming was angry in his heart. This Huang Mao was so ruthless. If this brick was slapped on the back of his head, he might immediately be reborn to pursue beauty.

(Recommend Laoyu's excellent rebirth novel "Rebirth in pursuit of beauty" book number: 86766, if you want to watch as a pig and eat a tiger, go for it!)

Yang Ming was really angry this time, and he didn't show any sympathy at all. When he stepped up, he kicked the yellow hair that sneaked up on him, and then kicked him twice in the stomach. Huang Mao almost didn't roll his eyes, his stomach rolled for a while, and he vomited out all the food he had eaten at noon.

And Zhang Yuliang was even more serious. Yang Ming saw that he was the mastermind, and also said "greeting" to his mother, so he punched his nose mercilessly and cut his hands back. Pushing hard, Zhang Yuliang's two arms were dislocated on the spot. It was so painful that he passed out without even screaming.

Yang Ming calmed down his anger and remembered that there was an old man beside him, so he turned around and said, "Old man, don't set up a stall around here, there are many schools and social gangsters, you go to the vegetable market. Over there!"

"Thank you, Mistress!" The old man looked at Yang Ming with a smile and said.

Yang Ming was stared at by him, and he couldn't help but say inexplicably, "Old man, what do you think I am doing?"

"Could it be that the descendants were lay disciples of the Shaolin Temple? Otherwise, how could they have the kung fu of the golden bell and the iron cloth shirt?" said the old man.

"Golden bell hood? Iron cloth shirt? Old man, have you read a lot of martial arts novels?" Yang Ming was asked inexplicably.

"Hehe, young generation, this old man also knows that there are many great people in this world, but don't hide it from the old man. If you don't have that hard qigong, how can you use your waist to smash bricks?" look.

"Ah!" Yang Ming remembered the problem of the bricks, exclaimed and quickly put his hand into the side pocket of his coat and took out a glasses case from it. The glasses case was cracked, apparently smashed by yellow hair.

"..." The old man was speechless for a while.

"My glasses!" Yang Ming screamed when he saw the smashed glasses in the glasses case. Yang Ming usually doesn't wear glasses, but because he was sitting at the back of the school and couldn't see the blackboard clearly, his father paid him a pair of glasses. This morning, Yang Ming put on glasses in order to play billiards to make it easier to aim, and put it in his pocket when he came home for dinner at noon. He didn't expect to sacrifice so quickly.

"Lady, don't be sad..." The old man felt a little ashamed when he saw that Yang Ming broke his glasses because of himself.

"Can't you be sad! More than one hundred yuan!" Yang Ming said distressedly. It's not that Yang Ming cares too much about money, it's because his father's salary is not high, and he spends money to get himself a pair of glasses to save money for several days.

"..." The old man sighed and said, "Forget it, my descendants, I'll just give you a pair of glasses, don't be sad."