Recast youth

Chapter 2382 The lamented Feng Sande
"Hahahaha!"

Beside a small bridge.

Ye Feng almost died laughing. Just now, he and Feng Zheng found Feng Sande and saw that Feng Sande was teasing another woman who had lost her footing. After discussing it with Feng Zheng, he asked Feng Zheng to shout to Feng Sande and tell him to stand there and not move.

really.

When Feng Sande heard someone shouting not to move, he thought the police station was coming to arrest the prostitute. He was almost scared to death and ran away without saying a word. He and Feng Zheng were also very bad, deliberately slowing down and chasing after them.

This pursuit lasted two miles.

As a result, Feng Sande almost lost half his life while lying on the railing of the small bridge, panting there and unable to speak even if he was tired.

"I am a mother."

Feng Sande realized that it was not the police who were chasing him, but Ye Feng and Feng Zheng. He was ready to die. He calmed down for a while and said with a sad face: "You almost scared me to death. I thought the police station was here to arrest prostitutes again during the Chinese New Year." Well, boss, aren’t you going to kill me?”

Feng Zheng is a physical monster, and traveling two miles is nothing to him. Perhaps it was because he met the mistress, but with his strong body, he stood aside with a smile on his face, laughing at the joke, as if time had turned back. By three years ago.

Ye Feng finally held back his laughter, pointed at Feng Zheng, and said to Feng Sande, "You can't blame me. It was your nephew who shouted at the intersection just now not to move, and he was also the one who was particularly energetic in chasing you."

As soon as Ye Feng finished speaking, the smile on Feng Zheng's face disappeared instantly.

I felt something bad.

Sure enough, just when Feng Zheng was about to run away, Feng Sande, an old gangster, waved to Feng Zheng and breathed hard: "Damn it, the third master ran away and collapsed. Come here and help the third master."

Feng Zheng was not stupid and did not move. He said warily: "How about you take a rest?"

"Okay, nephew, your wings have grown stronger."

Seeing that Feng Zheng was indifferent, Feng Sande said in a gloomy tone: "After working with the boss for a while, do you think the third master will give up? The third master's legs are shaking. Are you blind?"

Feng Zheng still couldn't get over it: "I'm not blind, but I just threw myself into a trap in the past."

Feng Sande bared his teeth when he heard this. He hadn't seen him for a while. This bitch was not easy to fool. But just when Feng Sande's eyes were rolling around and he was about to say something, his legs suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground. I almost didn't hit the bridge.

When Feng Zheng saw this, he immediately ran over. As soon as he reached the old gangster Feng Sande, Feng Sande grabbed his arm tightly and stood up with an angry smile on his face:
"You're not allowed to move while you're standing there, right?"

Feng Sande was furious.

"I told you not to move! I told you not to move! I'll kick you to death, you bitch!"

Feng Sande caught Feng Zheng and chased after him. He kicked him several times but did not lift him, which used up all the strength he had saved just now.

In the end, he simply sat down on the ground, panting again and again, while staring at Feng Zheng fiercely.

Feng Zheng was also very mean. After seeing Feng Sande, the expression on his face became much more vivid. He squatted in front of Feng Sande, just out of Feng Sande's reach.

Feng Zheng chuckled and said: "Third Master, you can't blame me for this. The boss asked me to do this. Didn't you say so? Do you want me to listen to the boss?"

Feng Sande was a little stunned when he heard this.

Ye Feng liked to watch the battle of wits and courage between the uncle and nephew. Seeing Feng Zheng throw the blame to him, he decisively threw it back: "Don't listen to him, I will let him scream to scare you, but I didn't let him If he follows you two miles away, he will do his own harm and want to scare you."

When Feng Sande heard this, he immediately glared at Feng Zheng.

Feng Zheng was startled and quickly explained with a smile: "Third Master, I really didn't mean to scare you. Whoever wanted to scare you was your grandson. I just wanted to stop you. I just forgot to add "Third Master" in the middle. "

Feng Sande looked directly at Feng Zheng: "Is it fun?"

"It's not fun..." Feng Zheng's face suddenly turned bitter when he heard this.

Feng Sande waved to Feng Zheng and said with a smile: "Come here."

Feng Zheng really fell for Feng Sande's trick. When he saw this, he had no choice but to move forward with his head hanging down. Then Feng Zheng grabbed his ears in anger, and then stood up with the strength of grabbing his ears.

Several kicks in a row.

"Let me stop, right?"

"You forgot to add Sanye, right?"

"Your grandma is so stupid..."

……

Feng Zheng screamed and hid to the side. The scream was worse than that of a pig butcher, but Ye Feng saw clearly. Feng Sande kicked him and Feng Zheng jumped forward.

It looked like he was kicked by Feng Sande, but in fact he jumped by himself without exerting any strength at all. The so-called scream was also to fool Feng Sande, which is also his usual trick.

Who would have thought that Feng Zheng, with his maximum force value, would have such an exaggerated side?

It is estimated that this will make his stupid fan Hou Yao see it, his eyes will pop out, and Feng Zheng's once powerful and domineering image in his heart will instantly fall to the bottom.

Ye Feng was also used to the uncle and nephew. Seeing that they were almost noisy, he also walked over. He didn't have the image of a rich man. Like Feng Sande, he just found a small step and sat on the ground.

Then he took out cigarettes and threw one to Feng Sande and Feng Zheng.

The other one was also a little tired from running just now. Seeing Feng Sande running away after being chased, he almost made Ye Feng laugh to death.

Ye Feng lit the cigarette, then looked at Feng Sande and asked with a smile: "Why did you come to Beijin Bridge again? Isn't this place anti-pornography? Your addiction is too big."

"..."

Feng Sande blushed, still holding the cigarette with his thumb and middle finger, and said in a very down-to-earth and embarrassed manner: "Isn't it because the community is full of depression? It's like a birdcage. Later I saw that the third lady would often come back to feed the fish, so I basically couldn’t get there, so I came here and rented a house.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng glanced at Feng Sande.

He found that he had misunderstood Feng Sande. Part of the reason why he came to Beijin Bridge was because of Ye Qing, who lived alone at home.

Then Ye Qing, a little girl, is at home, and Feng Sande, an old gangster, comes back often to feed the fish, okay?
It must be bad.

Ye Feng thought about it, and he would mind. It was not that he didn't believe Feng Sande, but the reason why it was appropriate or inappropriate showed that Feng Sande was very sensible in terms of propriety.

However, Feng Sande didn't explain, and Ye Feng didn't say it either. Instead, he took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Are you and Feng Zheng going back to your hometown in Henan this year?"

"No return."

Feng Sande shook his head, and then said in a depressed tone: "When I had no money in the past, I always thought that when I make money in the future, I must take the dog back to the village in glory, and then let those who stab my uncle and nephew behind his back The two hard-nosed people opened their eyes wide and watched..."

"It's best to drive a good car back. When you get close to the village, deliberately dig a ditch into it, and then let this bitch Feng Zheng take Huazi to the village to spread smoke and ask people to come and help lift the car. It's natural to force him. Pretended."

"There is no way. People compete for a breath, and Buddhas compete for a stick of incense. Isn't it just this face that people live their whole lives for?"

Speaking of this, Feng Sande's old face squeezed out a smile like a chrysanthemum, glanced at the silent Feng Zheng, and sighed: "But when this grandson and I really drove a good car and went back with good cigarettes, we found that in fact the so-called Returning home with honor is just that, and it has no practical meaning. It should be empty, but it should be empty."

(End of this chapter)