Although it was rare for the brothers to gather together, it was not too late that night. Yang Lei took time to go back to the city, and he had to rush back to the army early the next morning. Er Hei was a well-off man, and he remembered Xiaoqin and his son at home. As for Lao Liang, Yang Zi and the others, the married ones are married, and the phone calls of those who are not married are not interrupted. Come to pick up Lao Liang. Lao Liang is content with his beautiful Pansy in his arms. He has had so many women, and now this one is the most painful. Even his old lover, who has always loved to play and has no plans to marry, has the idea of marrying a wife. Now I am holding Pansy and showing my love in front of my brothers. Old Liang, who used to be unhappy without going home all night, has to go home.
"Fuck, it's boring, where is this going? Xiaoliu, Mapi, let's have fun!"
The cat is very disappointed.
"Brother Cat, I'm sorry, the one at home... If you don't get home at 2 o'clock, you'll make trouble. There's no way to take her!" The remaining brothers also left.
The cat was walking alone in the midnight street, swaying.
The brothers who used to be crazy together in the past, who got married, who got married, who became fathers, and who had companions, all went back to their own homes, and they all found their homes. He is the only one who is alone, wandering like a lonely ghost in this cold windy night.
The cat was walking by the river, and the scattered lights illuminated the reflection in the river, and the people in the reflection were not young anymore. The handsome middle school student sitting in the classroom seemed like a lifetime ago.
The cat's mood is very low.
He is not Ding Wen, not a young intellectual and literary man. He didn't have so many words and phrases to express this night, such as loneliness, loneliness, loneliness, loss, or the loneliness in the Chinese textbook, hanging in the shadows. He just kicked up a large piece of pebbles by the river, like a bastard should do, and kicked them into the river to watch them sink to the bottom.
"It's all fucking gone, I'm the only one left!"
The cat was shouting loudly by the riverside at 2:00 in the morning, the voice was sharp and sharp, and it was unpleasant to say.
He didn't go back. No one was waiting for him when he went back. Everywhere is a person, all the same.
So Hua Mao entered another night stall and continued drinking. There was a commotion. Several men at the adjacent table flipped the table because the lady boss was slow to serve the food and poured wine. When the lady was kicked away with one foot, the cat pushed the table away, and a porcelain bowl was buckled on the head that hit the hardest. on the ground, and twitched his bloody face on the ground where the rapeseed oil was flowing.
In the early morning food stalls screamed and panicked, people all ran out, and the cat inside didn't know whether it was beating people or going crazy with alcohol.
He vented happily, fierce and ruthless. The men with bloody heads were beaten and stunned. They covered their heads and ran out. The cat chased them out, causing the onlookers outside to be scared away. People said that the man who was chasing the beating was skinny, and those who were beaten were taller and stronger than others, but he was pressed to the ground and beaten to death. Yes! Killed!"
When the siren sounded, the cat didn't stop, and the man who jumped out of the police car grabbed his hand and dragged him away, but the cat still didn't stop.
"MLGB! Let it go!" Huamao just felt that it was not addicting and unpleasant! His alcoholism came up, and when the policeman held his hands behind his back, his feet were still kicking the bastard who could no longer get up on the ground.
"Chen Zhiqiang!"
A stern voice scolds him, and something cold wraps his hand. Huamao saw who the person who caught him was, but he didn't care at all, he just stared, and the strong smell of alcohol also spread to the policeman who was holding him.
In the police station, the cat sits expressionlessly.
"Name."
Gu Fei spread out his notebook, raised his eyes and glanced at Hua Mao.
The cat didn't respond.
"Name!" Gu Fei raised his voice seriously.
"Didn't you just shout, you don't know the words so soon." Hua Mao sneered, these policemen are all pretending to be criminals.
"Gender." Gu Fei continued the interrogation procedure.
The cat looked at the opposite wall.
"It's up to you."