Chapter 25 (1/2)
”Looks like someone!” a man looked back and suddenly shouted.
”Shua!”
The light of the flashlight shone out from the outside. An old man, tall and straight, dressed in greasy clothes, with a wine pot hanging around his waist, frowned and walked in.
His hair is gray, his legs are dressed in military green suspenders, standing in front of the door, his cheeks are full of wrinkles and his face glances at binzi expressionless.
”Dad... Help me!” Yang Song shouted when he saw the old man.
”What are you doing?” the old man swept the people in front of him, pondered for a while, and then asked like a loud bell.
”Old leather shoes boss, who are you? What does it have to do with you?” bin Zi stretched his neck and asked.
”What you fucking pinched in your hand is my son. You're in my house now. What do you say has anything to do with me?” the old man replied with a jerk in the corner of his mouth.
Binzi was stunned and loosened his grip on Yang Song. They came to us today. At this time, binzi didn't want to have more accidents, so he smiled and looked at the old man and said, ”Sir, we're here to find some people today. Please forgive me for offending!”
”People are in my house. If you meet them, you can't ignore them. If they stay, you can go!” Yang Song's father twitched at the corner of his mouth and waved his hand in a crisp tone.
”How old are you a JB? You take care of a JB. Don't fucking get involved and roll the calf!” another young man stepped up to Yang Song's father and stretched out his hand to push it!
”Pa!”
Yang Song's father grabbed the young man's wrist with his left hand like a pair of pliers, then broke it down, pointed to his nose and asked, ”you don't have parents? You talk to me like that!”
”Old leather shoes head, you loosen me!” the young man bared his teeth in pain and shouted.
”Stay! Get out!” Yang Song's father frowned and pushed the young man away, then looked up and shouted at binzi.
”Fuck your mother...!” the young man was so angry that he was about to hit him with his fist.
”Pa!”
Yang Song's father grabbed the young man's wrist again with the same posture and technique, then followed by a big mouth and asked in a thick voice, ”little rabbit, you are also a mixed society! That's what your big brother taught you?”
”You son of a B, are you finished? What are you going to do?” binzi was angry at this time. He walked forward, shook his knife and asked, ”I'm old. My head is hard to use, isn't it? Do you know what this is?”
”...!” Yang Song's father said nothing.
”Take him away, go back and talk, hurry up!” binzi angrily scolded the people.
”Hula!”
Seven or eight people surrounded in an instant.
”You said you were so old. What are you doing with this?”
”Hurry up, fuck you, don't let me drag you!”
These people went to Yang Song's father, picked up the rope, and then pulled it down and urged it.
”Loosen me!”
”Loose JB!”
”Bang, bang!”
Yang Song's father punched back at the young man's neck. He staggered back.
”Fuck your mother, fuck him!”
The young man stepped back and shouted directly.
At the same time, Yang Song's father turned and ran into the inner room. When he came out, he hid an old *!
Since the original government management was not strict, such * is still common in rural areas of Northeast China. When I was a child, I had two in my family, but they were used by adults for hunting. Later, the government was strict, and most of the shotguns were taken away. Unexpectedly, I saw this kind of shotgun at Yang Song's house today.
”Pa pa...!”