It was a gradual change process, and I couldn't actually restrain myself. Of course, sometimes the person Zhang Hong hates more is himself. He deliberately did it, pretending to be confused - his personality is not like this, he knows very well, it is really drugs that have turned him into a small-bellied guy - when Zhang Hong has not completely lost control, he does understand that no matter how reasonable and mature some ideas are, they cannot be revealed on the surface, otherwise, he is very likely to lose friends. He was completely reluctant to lose their friendship. Speaking of which, I don't want to give up the opportunity to participate because of the help of the two of them. Needless to say, he loves to be suspicious, and always feels that anyone may make trouble behind his back and go to snitch. Whether it is self-discipline or strong abstinence, he is familiar with this kind of ghost place, and Zhang Hong feels that it is originally a small society with many informers, that is, terrifying and disgusting. He was anxiously calculating, and at the same time longing to find an opportunity to go out, preferably to end everything early, and get out of here, he almost screamed, and everyone was going crazy. "Fuck, keep it like this I'll explode at any time!" Most importantly, his access to drugs may be blocked. Xiao Shihao is completely invisible, he wants to be heart-to-belly, and the boy is so tricky. He is deceitful! I really don't understand, why is Xiao Shihao's path so wide? He is a boy from the country, although he is admitted to college and handsome, these have nothing to do with getting drugs. The moment the starting gun sounded, Zhang Hong's heart suddenly sank. It's as if you really fell into a swamp and fell into a catastrophe. He remembered that a merciless bullet would be fired from the shadows, hitting either of them in the back of the head. Just a week ago, someone had promised him a large sum of money — all the money had been collected — and he could just keep pushing his motorcycle into a hurdle. That Kan Zhang Hong knew that it was only two meters tall, and he would definitely not be able to fall to death. The man was really like a roundworm in his stomach, and the other half of the money was given later. That is, teach them a lesson. Or, simply force him to ride a bicycle to hit a car, but only without knowing it.
"Put the blame on the speeding car driver." The man said.
The game begins.
Originally, Zhang Hong more or less still held the idea that this time was to go out to play - he never wanted to kill - he did not intend to escape. He does need money. But just when he got on the bicycle and the wheels began to turn for the first turn, he found that there were so many pairs of black eyes staring at him, and Zhang Hong suddenly didn't want to do it again. He thought, it's okay not to run, wait for an opportunity to return the money to the guy. Zhang Hong felt that his relatives were in the crowd of people who saw him off, and they all had great hopes for him. On the contrary, the dog-like eyes were almost drowned out by tears. He didn't hate Sun Ronghao.
"If you want to cancel a months-long plan, you can say it so easily, it's not about money. Which one do you think dares? ”
"It seems that no one can bear it, anyway, people will die."
"!" He shouted.
"It's too despicable to use this little money to buy a fresh life."
"Are you saying that his life is not worth the money?" The man asked.
(Usually too ostentatious, he is too arrogant.) That is, to find some trouble for rich people like them, plant a small heel fight, and hope that he can learn his lesson. How could they really die? Even if you have the heart and the guts to kill, no one is willing to pay for it. Hurting his life is no joke! "I've never seen you before, and in the conservatory, everyone has a good relationship with us. Strange, how do you know that I hate their gang from the bottom of my heart? You must have followed us, you put so much thought into it, I guess you can't figure it out. "People are actually not used to their self-righteousness and domineering. I am looking at the money, and my conscience will let the dog eat it, so I will rake it like this. In fact, they have helped me a lot, and often treat me as a good brother. Because of drug addiction, it is just that once or twice by chance, there is no need to show it too hard. People like us are hard to control, I thought it didn't matter. There is a popular saying in society, even if it is not very harmful, but it is insulting. That's true, too. I got a call that my wife would come to see off our riding team, and I was afraid to look at her. In the past, she would often stand on the side of the street on the way to applaud everyone and bring large breakfast packets.
"Those are also veritable sunny and energetic breakfasts."
Members of the cycling team stopped temporarily and stepped on the ground on one leg to thank her. Everyone will continue to work towards the goals of the day.
"My wife still wants to cheer me up."
"I believe you are a ghost! Don't you want money anymore? ”
"Of course." I said, actually, I don't have a wife.
I'm short of money right now, the more the better. However, Sun Ronghao never worries about this aspect of money.
"Society is just fucking unfair."
Whether it was to let Xiao Shihao or Sun Ronghao plant that heel, I heard clearly, the role of hallucinogens, why I suddenly couldn't remember. I don't want the remaining half of the money. Then again, they look too similar, fully armed, you can't see their faces from the front, and they are indeed dressed the same, don't say it's really hard to tell the difference. It feels like it works.
"Today's breakfast felt good, I was sleepy."
"Are you really humble or are you pretending?"
"People like us are not clear-headed."
"Find death!" He said, "You dare to use your brains with me. Don't make me feel that you look awkward everywhere. ”）
As the team rode a long line of bicycles through the streets of the city, he was awakened by a barrage of applause. Everyone was surrounded by smiling faces again, but Zhang Hong was still full of confidence in himself. He seemed to be in a trance, and when he really saw his wife, she was worthy of him from beginning to end. (Where did she hit from?) God, I'll never be so unrequited again. It was nice to meet a café and I wanted to buy a cappuccino to unwind. In the past, exercising every day was not in vain. Such a mountainous area, even if it passes through the town, does not sell coffee. He had already ridden about fifteen kilometers of flat roads and was already sweating, so he took off his sunglasses. The sky was clear, the sun was shining, and his body was hot. The fine wheat mosquito made it bad, or the wind blew a grain of slag into Zhang Hong's eyes, and he wanted to stop on the side of the road, rubbing the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and worried that the distance was too large. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Zhang Hong raised his elbow from time to time and tried to wipe the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. He hadn't been so tired for a long time, and he felt that his calf had some pain, a faint swelling pain, not a huge pain like drilling or cutting a knife, nor a burning pain, but it was okay. Zhang Hong was able to grit his teeth and stand firm, and the most difficult time period passed, and he persevered. Although the sweat wet his shirt and panties, it was indeed too bitter, but it seemed that his body was gradually recovering. He was so happy from the bottom of his heart that he couldn't wait to find a tavern for a drink or yell at anyone. Wife, my wife, where are you? Why don't you find a bike to accompany me on a mountain trail too. We went to the woods over there to hide from the sun. He shouted nervously in a singing tune, feeling like a dream on the highway a long time ago. He couldn't remember when he had that kind of dream. (We can also find a small hotel halfway through.) It seems that the drug addiction is fading, the magician is fleeing, and that sexual desire returns in an instant. It was like a divine beast burrowing into the body. Indeed, a weird bug is nesting somewhere on my body – even, most likely, hiding in the earthworm-like veins of my genitals – and riding is also cycling, and when I reach a crowded place, of course, I will stop temporarily to preach drug prohibition and drug rehabilitation. "Wife, wife, I love you, Amitabha bless you." I got carried away and started singing. My noise is actually very good. After I started rehabilitation, I never sang in front of anyone. I hope that Amitabha Buddha can also bless me, hope that I will be ruthless, this time, I can beat the magician away, I can win a big victory, truly quit drug addiction, and completely become a detoxifier, "You don't turn over sperm anymore!" "This time I want to go home and find a mother-in-law and watch her live a good life." I have thought a lot about it in the taiga conservatory, and I have thought carefully for a long time, life is limited, and the future can be expected. If I don't grasp every inch of time, the good women in the world may all become someone else's. What woman would live with a male or female who can't even get a hard dick, or a drug ghost? When you are together, you should have sex.
"There's a lot of sex."
I like various flower styles xx. I suddenly remembered that when I was in my first relationship in middle school, I was full of lust every day, and we both tried everything to find opportunities and places. After graduating, I finally got married, but I have always been very interested in that thing. This is probably what I am most proud of in my life (more or less changed after taking drugs), and she is also happy with me. That's why I've been thinking about her. At the same time, I especially hate the kind of guy who has a terrible self-perception. For example, although my short-lived roommate Sun Ronghao is never poor in money and people are easier to get along with, the handsome guy is a homosexual, and he directly calls me a villain. It also makes most of the family members of the conservatory feel ashamed to be in the group, and it is afraid that it will be too slow to draw the line. I figured it out, and that's probably the real reason why I promised the man a lesson. Sun Ronghao actually likes spiders, is it not disgusting for the two of them?
Which of them is a-stirring stick, old man Cao Kuina.
There is also Xiao Shihao, who smells the same as them.
"That kind of guy can't even face reality himself!"
Hey, oh, I'm a little distracted, and I almost forgot about teaching them a lesson, and I'm about to lose it on Cloud Nine. I promised someone else and charged him half of the money. In fact, the most convenient work - love car accidents, I have seen it many times before - the section of the road that has been discussed in advance seems to have already been ridden. Why didn't that man choose a long-distance ride, he was really worried that he would lose his life, in my opinion, riding a motorcycle or something easier. There are undoubtedly far more opportunities of that kind that can be offered; Then he can only find another person. I was also afraid that I would kill Sun Ronghao, and it would end badly. "That kid is so humiliating, I can't forgive it."
"Happiness is sometimes a psychotic episode." He said.
"Who's the darling?" I said, "Or pets." ”
Could it be that it has always been reserved only for certain classes? Every time I think about it, I can't get angry. Even if they did it so beautifully and thoroughly, there is no doubt that it can be understood as a revolutionary game. If it doesn't hurt and doesn't itch and give up halfway, what is the matter? Most likely, that person is crazier than me, has already fallen into the water, his whole body is wet, why care about the three hairs on the top of his wet head. "Dick hair, I have a virtue, I don't believe in evil!" I just wanted to speak for some of the lowest people. It is now quite common to have such thoughts or stereotypes, and it is said that society is full of dry firewood and gas stations, just waiting for some fanatic to draw a match. I felt like I saw a blazing flame.
I'm really not that mentally retarded, and I know that fire can't be lit easily. In fact, at the conservatory in the taiga I – sing – the best. Every time, after doing that kind of thing, thinking about it, I lay flat on the bed sweating profusely. My wife rested her head on my left wrist, her long hair was spread out, and I felt smooth and cool; She would often say this to me, like a prophet! Find opportunities to teach them a lesson.