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Chapter 5 Holly Cinema (1)

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    It's a big week, the sky is foggy and the sun is not visible, and there are things that seem to be raining but not raining.  Gong Xiaojun found that God seemed to be against him on purpose. Ever since he set up a watermelon stand on Guangming Street, the weather has been so cloudy, like a half-dead dog.

    In previous years, when our northern city entered summer, it was like entering a bathhouse. Citizens could not take off all the clothes they could take off. On the road, you could see bare-backed men swaying here and there, their naked muscles trembling.  Like a demonstration to people.  At this time, the watermelon stalls, beer stalls, and cold drink stalls are particularly hot, as if they don't want money.  The citizens have a particularly bad temper. It seems that no one is pleasing to the eye. They get angry when they see it. When they get angry, they strike. If they strike, they will be killed or injured. This is the season with the highest rate of public security and even criminal cases in a year.  .  A few days ago, at the north end of Guangming Street, two strangers were drinking beer at a roadside stall. One glanced at the other, and the other gave up, dropped the glass and stood up.  , said: "Look at what?"

    "What are you looking at? How do you know I'm watching you if you don't look at me?" That one also stood up, still holding a wine bottle in his hand.

    "These people are annoying, do you know that?" The other raised his left hand and wiped the sweat dripping from his face, and said.

    "Are you bored? I'm still bored." ú± said, shaking the wine bottle in his hand and wiping off his sweat.

    The other glanced at the wine bottle in that hand, and also at the logo pattern, but said nothing.

    This kind of beer sells very well in the market, the brand is called "Samurai", and the pattern of the trademark is two men in ancient costumes holding long knives fighting.

    The other looked at the two samurai, couldn't help but shook his shoulders, stretched his chest muscles, and then smashed the wine glass on the head of that one with a wave of his hand.

    The wine glass shattered, as if hitting a rock.  Of course, this is a head of flesh and blood, not a stone. When the wine glass becomes a piece of glass, that head is dripping with blood.

    That one didn't feel any pain, only felt a gust of hot water bubbling from the top of his head.  He raised his left hand again and wiped his face. At this time, there was no sweat but blood on his hand.  After wiping, he stared at his left hand stupidly.  He found that his left hand was red, like a beautiful flower in full bloom.  He smiled, and patted his left hand on the two strong chest muscles, so that two beautiful red flowers bloomed on his chest.

    The other seemed to have forgotten that they were wrestling, watching every move of that one with curiosity, and the two handprints on that chest made him have a hallucination.  He remembered that when his son was just born last month, the midwife doctor also printed two complete palms for his son. When he thought about this, he couldn't help laughing.

    After the wine bottle in that hand drew a graceful parabola in the air, it fell on the other head, just like the wine glass fell on his own head just now.

    The other's smile froze on his face, and he almost fell over, but he took a step back and held on.

    There was only half of the wine bottle in that hand, and the uneven breaks were like sharp daggers.  He looked down at the daggers, and stretched out his hand to test their sharpness, before stabbing the other in the neck.

    The other lay silently on the ground, blood spurting like a fountain.  His trachea was ruptured a few inches long, and it was bubbling with blood.

    That one looked at these blood bubbles and thought of strings of red balloons, and then thought of the soap bubbles he blew when he was a child.  He opened his mouth, spat blood, wanted to leave but couldn't, when the police arrived and took him away.

    When Gong Xiaolan went to the watermelon stand to replace the exhausted Gong Xiaojun under her mother's instigation, Gong Xiaojun was reading the news in the evening paper.

    "Xiao Lan, who do you think was the man who fought in Beitou that day?" Gong Xiaojun said, throwing down the newspaper in his hand.

    "Hurry up and go home," Gong Xiaolan bent down to pick up the newspaper that Gong Xiaojun threw on the ground, read the news, and said, "What does this have to do with you? Mom told you to talk about business."

    "That person is Li Qingmin, don't you know Li Qingmin? It's Li Ernuo's son." Gong Xiaojun was as novel as Columbus discovering the New World, and said as he walked, "Didn't Li Ernuo come here when he came out of prison that year?"  Let's go back to the hospital?"

    When Gong Xiaojun came home, his mother Suzhen was taking Suxiao Jiuxin Pills.  Her health has been getting worse and worse over the past few years. Her heart is like the quartz clock in the customs building.

    "Aren't Liu Yang and Gong Liang coming back?" Suzhen drank her saliva, washed down the pills, and said.

    "I want to divorce Liu Yang." Gong Xiaojun looked up at the wedding photo of him and Liu Yang hanging on the wall, and said to his mother Suzhen.

    Suzhen found a tablet stuck in her throat, she didWith a swallowing movement, he took a deep breath and said, "If I had known today, why bother? Why did you insist on marrying her back then? Are you dating that girl from the Longfeng Hotel now?"

    It has been a long time since Gong Xiaojun wanted to divorce Liu Yang, and it has nothing to do with the girl named Zhuzhu, directly or indirectly, even though he has fallen in love with her now.

    Gong Xiaojun and Liu Yang's acquaintance to marriage can be said to be lightning fast, even according to the current speed of marriage and love, it can not but be said to be a miracle.

    It was in a cold winter, Gong Xiaojun and Liu Yang met in a theater called "Hao Lai", where Liu Yang bought cold drinks.  Fortunately, Liu Yang's elder brother Liu Gou opened the theater, and Liu Yang, who was staying at home, came to help.

    Liu Yangyuan worked as a lathe worker in a locomotive factory in our northern city.  This factory is a well-known large factory. It is the best in China for repairing steam locomotives. The wages and bonuses of workers are also high. It takes a long time to enter through the back door.  The year Liu Yang entered the factory coincided with the phase-out of domestic steam locomotives, so the factory had to adjust its production structure to produce tractors.  Unexpectedly, if the adjustment was not done carefully, the tractors produced were not as good as other old manufacturers, and they were more expensive than others.  This factory existed before liberation and has a glorious revolutionary tradition. On February 7, 1923, when the Beijing-Hanzhou Railway workers went on strike, the workers of the locomotive factory also went on strike.  comrades.  More than 70 years have passed, but the factory is about to close down. The old workers cried, but the young workers did not cry.  In desperation, the factory manager convened a meeting of all workers, openly encouraging the workers to "betray the revolution" and seek employment by themselves to reduce the burden on the country.  In this way, Liu Yang, who had been in the shift for only a few months, was laid off and became a female worker waiting for work.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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