Sister, you miss me

The streets are brightly lit and pedestrians are like weaving.

Hong Kong is undoubtedly an international metropolis and a world-renowned tourist city.

Whenever you walk on the street, you can see faces of all skin colors and hear all kinds of languages.

In this way, Yang Feng walked in the strange crowd, working as a car, without a destination, thinking about nothing, just like this, looking at everything in the world, infinitely prosperous.

At such a speed, it is not impossible to walk to the port, but I am afraid that it will take one night.

Suddenly smelling the scent of barbecue squid, Yang Feng remembered that he hadn't eaten yet at night!So, walked towards the roadside stall at the alley.

In the alleys, there are black lights, the boss just turns on the street lights to do a little business, and there are not many customers.

"Some squid, a fried pho."

The boss is a short, fat middle-aged man with greasy hair and wearing a pair of myopia glasses. He said "Okay, wait a minute" and asked Yang Feng to sit by.

Yang Feng didn't sit down and watched him grilling squid and fried rice noodles with interest.

"Brother came from the mainland, right."

Yang Feng nodded and smiled: "Do you hear the accent?"

"Ah, visiting relatives and friends, traveling or working?"

"There are some." Yang Feng said with a smile. Although he hasn't been involved in the world, he also knows that he is away from home.

The boss didn't want to inquire about anything, just chatting casually.

Yang Feng watched the boss flip the squid skillfully, throwing onions and peppers, and then quickly tossing the wok on the other side.

Yang Feng smiled and asked, "Is my brother a local?"

"Yes."

"I heard that you are very rich in life, do you still have to do this?"

"Who said it!" The boss shook his head: "This is what you heard. If you don't understand the truth, it's just like those foreigners, thinking we are all dragging our braids."

Yang Feng smiled, and the boss said: "There are poor people everywhere, and Hong Kong is no exception. Wealth is always in the hands of a few people. At least half of the people will find life difficult."

The middle-aged boss has a dark and rough face, which is obviously the result of the wind and sun. He wears a pair of half-frame myopia glasses with a few pieces missing from the sides. His face is smiling, but his eyes are confused and helpless.

"How many children does the old man have?"

"One son and one daughter." The boss didn't look up.

"Children, envy!"

The boss shook his head, put the grilled squid on a plate, and said: "My parents, children and my wife, and I, a family of six people are crowded in a 40-square-foot house. My parents are sick all the year round, my wife is in the supermarket and my daughter is in elementary school. Aoao waiting to be fed, so do you still envy you?"

Yang Feng just tore off a piece of squid, but stopped chewing. This 30-year-old boss looked a bit old-fashioned. It turned out that he was burdened with a heavy burden of life.

Seeing that there were no customers at the moment, the boss took out the pho and sat down on the small plastic stool opposite Yang Feng.

Yang Feng sighed softly, took out an old man's head, and changed the subject: "How is the law and order here now? Is there any robbery, extortion, protection fee or something?"

"That's okay." Before the boss had finished speaking, a figure turned around and rushed into the dark alley, seeming to be holding something in his hand.

The boss was taken aback. He walked to the stall in two steps and saw that the iron box for the money was gone. The boss rushed to the alley to chase after him, yelling, "Stop and pay back my money."

Yang Feng slapped his crow's mouth, caught a handful of squid, and chased after the boss.

After running for about 200 meters, I saw the boss leaning on his knees and panting like a cow.

"What about people?"

"Damn, run away."

"Call the police."

"The police don't care about a little money. Besides, you have to find it."

"Then what to do?"

"What else can I do? I think I am unlucky, and I have been busy for a week."

"Go back and look at the stall, and I will help you find it."

"Forget it, big brother, don't say you can't find it back, even if you find it, those little gangsters are not easy to mess with."

"Just by the way, I didn't say that I would get it back for you."

"Ah, then I'm going back, you be careful."

This is a cramped alley with no street lights, only the ambiguous lights from the windows on both sides. Yang Feng couldn't help but think of Beiping Street and Ganjiazhai in his hometown.

Yang Feng was eating the squid while shaking the bamboo stick. Suddenly, he felt that this slender thing would have a good effect.

Yang Feng was taken aback by this thought. He shouldn't have such a violent tendency.

Unconsciously walking to a crossroad, the light is extremely dim.

Yang Feng stopped, his ears trembling involuntarily.

Woo-woo-

With the roar of the high-power engine, four locomotives came from four directions and surrounded Yang Feng. The bright headlights made him unable to open his eyes.

The four riders repeatedly banged on the accelerator and made bursts of roar. Yang Feng squinted his eyes and took a look. Each car had one person in the back seat, two or four eight, one-water sunglasses, sleeveless t-shirt, jeans, flip flops.

A few people didn't mean to get out of the car for a while, probably trying to test Yang Feng's will with strong lights and a huge roar.

Yang Feng took a handful of ten squid skewers. He had just eaten half of it. In his right hand, he was holding a two pointed bamboo skewers with residual oily water, spicy pepper, and seasoning noodles.

At this moment, he simply closed his eyes and ate the squid leisurely while surrounded by enemies.

Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, some people can finally lose their breath after receiving such contempt.

"Boy, what are you doing with you?"

"Don't confess, so to speak, it was your people who grabbed the money just now."

"So what? You, a mainlander, don't want to be a chivalrous man, right? Look at your small body, okay?"

"Turn the high beam to the low beam, even if you don't care about me, don't your brothers feel dazzling."

When Yang Feng's voice fell, the high beams of the four locomotives turned off and turned into soft low beams. They must have endured it for a long time.

Yang Feng smiled, bit off a piece of grilled squid, chewed it, and spit out a bamboo thread. Then he said casually: "Leave the money, and let it be a bird and beast."

The locomotive party looked at each other, and some people muttered, "What do you mean to be a bird and beast?"

Yang Feng finally pulled off the last piece of squid, handed the ten bamboo sticks to his left hand, and shook his head: "It's terrible to be uncultured. Let me tell you the vernacular. It's just squirming around with its head, oh, sorry, it's just getting off with its tail."

"Fuck, let's die!" The locomotive party members got out of the car one after another, rushing towards Yang Feng with their weapons.

The first charge was made by two people, one holding a baseball bat and the other holding a chain lock.There are no fancy moves either, one forcing, one for sweeping.

Yang Feng hasn't moved for a long time, a pair of small eyes staring high above him, his eyes stunned, his heart said that he can't be such a dish, is he frightened?

Suddenly, his body was agitated because he did not see Yang Feng's trajectory. However, Yang Feng escaped from the coverage of the "firepower" of the two and was unscathed.

He stood tall and looked far, but couldn't tell it clearly, until the two men wailed, then looked through the binoculars, and took a breath.

The six gangsters remaining at the scene were also a little frustrated. Just now, they didn't see how Yang Feng moved. The two friends were injured. One's arm and one's thigh were pierced by a bamboo stick wearing a squid.

Needless to say the pain, the two guys were motionless and wailed like a pig, but the six of them thought of a rather realistic problem. This wound might break the cold.

Yang Fengman casually counted the bamboo sticks, his tongue pushed out a chili seed in his mouth, and then said again: "One last time, keep the money, get out."

The two injured guys shouted in unison: "We are crowded, kill him."

Yang Feng showed no sign, as if the same breeze passed through the two, two more bloody bamboo sticks appeared in his hands: "It's convenient now, let's come together."

The two guys were sweating profusely from the pain, trembling all over, gritted their teeth, and rushed forward.

Looking at other gangsters, success or failure depends on this, so they launched a group attack without hesitation.

This time, the eyes from the heights finally saw clearly, Yang Feng walked out a weird and mysterious route, like a swimming fish that slipped and didn't leave his hands, passing through with no hair, and calmly countering.

The battle just started, it ended.

The sticks and weapons fell to the ground, and everyone put a bamboo stick in their palms, desperately inhaling cold breath.

Everyone glared at each other, but dared not speak.

"Hurry up!" Yang Feng said lightly, but left the enemy a back.

The disdain in this one would stop mentioning, but eight people didn't dare to let go of a fart, and honestly dropped the iron box, got into the car and walked in four directions.

The most urgent thing is to go to the hospital to break the cold. This is the only thought in everyone's mind.

Yang Feng stooped to pick up the iron box with the words "cookies" on it. He suddenly heard the screams, and he did not hesitate to raise the box to block it.

puff--

With a soft sound, a crossbow arrow easily penetrated the iron box and plunged into the mud on the roadside, the arrow body trembling.

Yang Feng's face was cold, fully guarded, and shouted: "Who is it, hide your head and show your tail!"

After a long while, no one responded, Yang Feng shook his head, picked up the crossbow, and returned with the iron box.

Walking slowly to the alley, as if from hell to heaven.

From a distance, Yang Feng found that there were a lot of guests at this moment, and the boss was very busy. A young figure more than one metre tall in school uniform shuttled back and forth, serving meals and collecting bowls, wiping the table and collecting money.

When I got closer, I saw that it was a little girl, presumably the boss’s daughter who had just entered elementary school. The little girl had a ponytail and gave the money to the boss from time to time. The father and daughter were full of smiles.

Yang Feng stopped, opened the box and clicked. There are several currencies, but only a thousand yuan. This is the boss's income for a week.

Yang Feng touched his pocket and found that there was still a thousand yuan. After thinking about it, he threw it all into the iron box before heading to the food stall.

"Dad, your face is gray. I'll wipe it for you."

"Okay." The boss lowered his face and asked his daughter to help wipe.

Then he stretched out his hand and wiped his daughter's small face, with gentle eyes: "Talk about me, look at your little nose."

The father and daughter looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

With a soft "pop", the father and daughter turned their heads to look, and not far from them, the iron box containing the money lay quietly there.

The boss walked over in a hurry, picked it up and nodded, suddenly, crystal liquid filled his eyes.

The little girl panicked: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

The boss raised his head and stroked his daughter's small face: "It's okay. My father met a good person today. There are still many good people in this world. Let's be hopeful about life."

"Yes, our life will definitely get better and better!" The little girl hugged her father's stubby neck and said vows.