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    Seeing that the momentum was not good, the young friend shrank back. One of the girls secretly took out his mobile phone and called the police.  The young man finally reacted, cursed loudly, and all of them rushed to hit me in the face. Without any accidents, I was punched firmly in the face. Of course we can't suffer. Crazy Chen and I scuffled this young man.  Together, there are no moves, just desperate fights.

    Even if he is an adult by himself, he is not a match for the two of us. Besides, Crazy Chen is a tall man, so he directly rode the young man under him, pinched his neck, and asked viciously: "Shut up!"  Dissatisfied!"

    The young man was dizzy from the beating, so in order not to continue to be beaten, he answered bravely: "I have taken it, I have taken it!"

    We both nodded in satisfaction. We wanted to leave, but saw a familiar police car driving towards us. The reason why the police car came so fast is very simple, because the police station is next door!

    We were so impulsive at that time, because at that time, the world was not colored for us, the world was either black or white, this is the principle we pursued, and because it was more important for us to cause trouble.  A means of revenge on our parents, we who were naive at that time, also acted naively!

    After that, life was pretty much the same for the next three years. When did he become what he is now? He was nineteen years old and just graduated from high school. Everyone else was preparing for the college entrance examination, and he was preparing to drop out of school. He was still half the same as before.  Not surprised.  At that time, mine had already given up the senior high school entrance examination. The two of us squatted on the side of the road and ate skewers. At that time, he was still smiling and talking about the competition he was about to participate in. He thought he could finally play his guitar openly.  At that time, the phone rang, and the bad news came!

    When he put down the phone at that time, I had never seen the expression on his face, and I couldn't express it, but it was so deeply imprinted in my mind. With the phone in his hand, he pulled the stool away and looked outside.  Sprinting, I followed him closely, without asking why, I just followed him into the taxi.

    His hands were trembling slightly, the hands that he was proud of were trembling uncontrollably at the moment, big tears fell on his arms drop by drop, and tremblingly said that he couldn't  Accepted Facts: "My dad is gone!"

    After that, when I saw him again at the funeral, he cut off his long hair, took off his leather jacket, and lost his chic look.  He was wearing a black suit, with neat short hair, and his face became more and more gloomy.  I walked in front of his father and bowed three times, then walked in front of him, he grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and said with a miserable smile: "Si, don't follow them to fight against you, when you come to my place  One day, you will find that when you think about those things in the past, there is a little pain here!" He pointed to his heart, and the smile on his face was not only miserable, but even a little hideous!

    From that day on, there was no news from him for three years, and then I found out that in those three years, he took up the burden that belonged to his father for the first time, and he was prepared for this fight for the rest of his life!

    ? When he first came to power, he was in a mess, didn¡¯t know anything, didn¡¯t know anything, I remember he said to me with a smile that in those three years, he made up all the lessons he hadn¡¯t learned in the past twenty years.  He spends all day on the company, forgets everything about himself, and puts his favorite guitar on the shelf.  He took up the thing he was most resistant to, and he became his mother's only support.

    Three years later, I didn't escape the college entrance examination until the end, and entered high school in a daze. Every time in the dead of night, I think back to those days.  During those days that made me feel full of passion, my life now is just a cage for me.  I looked at the rows of books in the room, and I couldn't help putting my hands on them, and a smile appeared on my face naturally.

    I love books, I like books, I am even obsessed with them, but these things are of no use to my current study.  At that time, whenever I saw a book I liked, my heart would beat for it, and my soul would feel joy.  Just like Crazy Chen liked his guitar and the music he liked at that time.  But the things we love are never the mainstream of this world.

    We have never received so-called encouragement, but opposition from our parents, and what we see is the disappointment in their eyes.  At that time, in my memory, I saw that lunatic Chen with red eyes.  It seems that I saw him saying to me, cherish the time when my parents are still here.  That's right, I listened to his opinion and what he said after that day, and I picked up the book again and went back to school.

    In my mother's eyes, I seem to have changed overnight, I am no longer the one who makes her grey-haired, always??A boy in rebellion.  That boy who stays out at night and fights all day long, I seem to have become the good boy in her eyes, studying hard every day, but every time it is late at night, I will think of my tiny dream.  Then he got up secretly from the bed, turned on the computer, and typed.

    I think I should thank the era I live in now. It is so simple to write down some words, simply move the mouse, and simply code words, I can express everything in my heart.  Let every word I write down by myself merge into chapters of chapters that I am satisfied or dissatisfied with before my eyes.  In this way, three years have passed quietly. I have written books, and I have given up writing books. I have uploaded many books on various websites intermittently.

    Originally thought that this kind of life would be over when I went to college, and I would be able to write things aboveboard, but this time the blow was no longer from my parents, but from friends around me.  I know that my book is a bit novice, and I also know that my writing style is actually not the best one.  Even sometimes my thinking is too divergent, causing myself to become distorted as I write a book.

    But I never thought that those friends I met later, those good children among the parents, would not have any respect for what I wrote.  Their ridicule rang in my ears, and I was so ashamed at that time that I didn't know how to proceed.  I have doubts in my eyes. Is the book I wrote unbearable in the eyes of others?  After that day, I gave up on a book that I had already signed, and I sealed the pen.  I care so much about other people's opinions that until now, I dare not tell anyone that I am still secretly writing.

    But those days were so painful for me!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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