we are bad boys

Two days later, Mumu, Dakang, and Li Gungun and I finished dealing with the affairs in Liaoyang and started to rush to Shenyang. During this time...Duan Dawei arrived!!

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Shenyang, a black apartment rented on a certain day.

Duan Dawei simply took a shower and walked out of the bathroom.

"Uh... ah... uh uh uh... Take it easy, man!!"

"Damn it, don't yell if you dare to f*ck!! I haven't touched a girl for a long time, I'm a little bit out of rhythm!!"

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"Baby, be strong, be strong, use your strength!!"

"Hard jb, I haven't entered yet, fuck!!"

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"Honey, how long...how long...haven't touched a woman...!"

"How long?? I can't remember... That year, I bravely explored the depths of the peach blossoms... I was still the year of dancing the spoon!!"

"Fuck! Dance the spoon in the peach blossom, and use the hammer!!"

"I'm really convincing, my mother said I want a cultural chicken, but I just don't listen, this tiger bitch can't communicate at all!!"

"Do you want to do it??"

"Damn!! Must fuck hard!!"

In several other rooms, there was a brave cry of killing...

Duan Dawei frowned, glanced at the room, did not speak with a sullen face, wiped his head with a towel, and the bamboo stick sitting on the sofa said with a smile: "Brothers, you can't hold it anymore!!"

"It's a bit embarrassing to find a girl at this time, who called?!" Duan Dawei glanced at the bamboo stick with gloomy eyes, and said something to Shengzi, and sat on the sofa.

"I called here. The girl is sensible. Say what you should say, and you won't say what you shouldn't say. Man, come on, don't care what time it is, calm down!" The son took a sip of water and patted Duan Dawei said something over his shoulder.

Duan Dawei was a bit taciturn and didn't like talking very much. He nodded after hearing the words of having a child, and said succinctly, "Where's the stuff?"

"Boom!!" The bamboo stick picked up a black bag from the side of the sofa and put it on the table.

Duan Dawei unzipped the zipper, glanced inside, frowned and said, "Hebei goods?"

"Hehe, Brother Duan, we are not doing a business with you. We rarely use this game, and we don't know many people. You should make do with it!" Bamboo Stick said with a smile.

Duan Dawei looked up at him, took out an old May Fourth pistol with a steel seal, threw it into the bag with a bang, and said: "This game should not be used. I don't know how many times it has been used. I can find it!"

Zhuzhuzi and Shengzi looked at each other, bowed their heads and said nothing.

Duan Dawei once again took out a sawn five-shot, glanced at it, put it on the sofa, looked inside again, took out the worst pistol that would be useless after six shots, and put it on the table. Then he took out two boxes of shotgun bullets, closed his pocket, scratched his nose, and said lightly, "I don't need the rest!!"

"Brother Duan, your tricks are really bluffing!! What are you doing outside, doing business?" Bamboo Stick thought for a while, and asked a question as if he was quite sexy.

"Wolf cub, you talk too much!!" Sheng Zi held his chin and frowned.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'll just ask!!" The bamboo stick scratched his nose.

Duan Dawei held a towel, lowered his head and wiped the butt and barrel of the gun, then grabbed a handful of bullets, and silently pressed them into the gun...

"Brother Duan? You seem to have a good relationship with your younger brother. You came back just after he died!!" Bamboo Stick lowered his head and said abruptly.

"Whoa!!!"

Duan Dawei suddenly raised one hand, then pressed down, the shotgun shook on the palm of his hand, and the bullets were loaded directly, then Duan Dawei slowly put the shotgun on his lap, looked at the bamboo stick expressionlessly, frowned and said To: "Who are you? Do I know you?? What is your role? Are you worthy of talking to me??"

"Dawei, brother old ghost, one of our own!!" Sheng Zi stood up abruptly, grabbing the muzzle of the gun with his hand.

"Look, I really can't bear to make a fuss, and I've been impatient for a whole day!" Bamboo Stick said something as if he was aggrieved.

"I don't know you very well, and I don't want to know you. When you talk, give me some brains!! I'm not used to your stinking problems!! Do you know?" Duan Dawei's voice was not loud from beginning to end, but very powerful .

"Hehe, you're a desperado, I'm not, what the fuck are you talking about!!" The bamboo stick rested his hands on the sofa, shaking Erlang's legs, said something brilliantly, and stopped talking.

Duan Dawei looked up at the son, and said slowly: "You guys go first, I'll step on the spot!"

"Okay, don't be angry, let's have a meal together later!"

"En!" Duan Dawei snorted.

Shengzi glared at the bamboo stick, then dragged him out of the apartment.

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After going out, Zhuzhuzi and Shengzi talked slowly while walking.

"Wolf cub, tell him, have you seen...Qiqi?" Shengzi asked with a frown.

"Probably not!" The bamboo stick lost the attitude of fooling the second generation ancestor just now, and was silent for a long time before saying something slowly.

"He's...very deep, a bit weird!"

"Deep bastard, stupid desperado, you wait, I'm free, I have nothing to study him!" Bamboo Stick's tone suddenly became a little crazy, and you can't figure out which of his words is true Yes, which sentence is false.

"Hehe!" Shengzi laughed speechlessly, and cursed secretly: "****, you are not an actor, the Chinese film industry must go back ten years at least!!"

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Inside the house, Duan Dawei put on his clothes, put a pistol on his waist, and without saying hello, pushed the door and walked out of the room. After he went out, he first drove a Mitsubishi Jeep, went to Caesar for a walk, and went inside to open a small card booth After drinking, he stayed for less than half an hour and left.

Then he drove again and came to a residential area in the late 80s on Anguo Street in Shenyang. He closed the car door, stood in the residential area and smoked a cigarette, and stood there for over an hour looking at the messy surroundings.

It contains all the childhood memories of him and Duan Dapeng. He walked out of such a community, and he has not come back for seven or eight years without knowing it. This place is still the same as when he left, the broken building with the stairs outside , a green-painted bench, a trash can in a square tin box...

everything is so familiar...

He seemed to recall the scene when he and Duan Dapeng, carrying schoolbags, holding pancakes and fruits, were fighting to go to school...

However, of the two people who vowed to go to university, one has become a national A-level fugitive, and the other has died...

Duan Dapeng is dead, and his last relative is gone...

Will it come back here again? ? ?

Maybe, in his heart, after killing me, everything here will be buried in his memory...

Unknowingly, the remaining cigarettes were gone, Duan Dawei licked his lips, and went to a canteen that had been open for more than ten years...

"Puff!!"

With his hands in his pockets, Duan Dawei stood at the door and knocked a few times. Less than a minute later, the lights inside came on, and a somewhat old voice came: "Is it the little five, drinking in the middle of the night again?"

Duan Dawei listened to the voice inside, grinned, didn't speak, the door opened with a creak, and an old man inside, wrapped in clothes, came out with drunken eyes. When he saw Duan Dawei, he was taken aback for a moment, and after half a minute, he said : "Dawei?? Are you really back???"

After hearing this, Duan Dawei frowned, was taken aback for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Uncle Sun, go, go into the back room and talk!"