C1 Fighting

At 11 o'clock in the night, I was squatting in the interrogation room of the police station with a blank expression. The poker face police officer was interrogating me in a very unfriendly manner.

"Name?"

"Jian Nanshan."

"Age, occupation."

"Twenty-three, just graduated, still not working."

"From nine to ten tonight, where are you, what did you do, who can prove it?"

"I ate at the 'small stove' near Culture Road and had a fight with someone. The owner of the restaurant and my three roommates can all prove it."

"Fight? Lad, don't you try to confuse us. Were you fighting? His head was smashed into smithereens, yet he still wants to fight? "You are intentionally killing people!"

The poker card officer's tone suddenly turned stern. I was greatly alarmed, it was just a normal fight. That person wasn't injured that much. Why did it end up like killing on purpose in his mouth?

"..."

Recalling back a few hours ago, I, who just graduated from a third-rate local school, met with the three guys in the dorm to have a meal together to celebrate my graduation.

I asked my uncle for 500 yuan. He's got money, so I'm going to treat him to this meal.

I'm from here, and the other three guys are all outsiders.

The location was at the "Little Kitchen" restaurant near the school. It was close to the school, and the three of them were still stuck in the dormitory. The school said they had to leave within a week.

When I arrived, Lao Yao, Yin Qing and Ding Yuanbo had already found a room and sat down. After ordering, Lao Yao took out two bottles of white spirits from under the table and said: "Nanshan, let's drink today. Now that we have graduated, we are not afraid of the punishment from the school.

Lao Yao, formerly known as Yao GuangDou, was the youngest in our dorm. He was from Sichuan and had a bad alcohol tolerance, before when we drank, he was always the first to get drunk. Although his alcohol tolerance was not good, he loved to get drunk.

Lao Yao was an upright and honest man, his mantra was "I will never show mercy to you". This was a phrase in Sichuan, as stated by translation, his people were loyal, brave, righteous, and righteous, and at the most critical of moments, he would stand up straight, and would not hesitate to do anything, even if he had to go through fire and water.

Indeed, he was just like that. Furthermore, he was tall and strong. When fighting, he would always be the first one to reach out.

Yin Qing, a member of the River Su Wu Xi, is my top bunk, his name is a little feminine, his personality is also a little feminine, he is neither hurried nor impatient, he is handsome, I heard that her family is very rich, but his relationship with her family is not good, in these four years of university, I have never seen his family come to the school to visit, and I have not even called them a few times.

His life had always been short of money, and according to him, his father was very rich. A few years ago, his mother had died in a bizarre way, and his father had been quick to pick up a stepmother who was only a few years older than he was. As a result, he had quarrelled with the family and barely used the family's money.

Although Yin Qing was a fuerdai, he was a very good person, very approachable, without any airs. His clothes were also very ordinary, very gracious.

Ding Yuanbo, Tian Shui Man from Gansu Province, is the oldest in our dorm, one year older than Yin Qing and me, two years older than Lao Yao. She is a bookworm, introverted, talkative, and has great results.

However, when he was playing games, his eloquence was surprisingly good. He spoke with poise, directed the entire situation, created a guild, and had over a hundred brothers under his command. When he was playing games, he would often say with astonishing words, "Everyone gather, wait for my slogan, don't snatch my equipment, I'll send it to you later."

It was completely inconsistent with his usual calm self. Probably, he would only talk so much in virtual online games. In the dorm, he didn't really communicate with us.

After the dishes were served and they drank a few mouthfuls of wine, everyone went back to their senses. Even the normally taciturn Lao Ding started to tease them about their past and future.

Yin Qing said that he wanted to stay in our city and didn't want to return to Wu Xi, so we understood. After all, his family's situation was more complicated, Yin Qing had once hinted that his mother's death might be related to his father and that fox spirit.

To continue his studies, he said, his grades are good, his brain is intelligent, he is suitable for research work, and he is not suitable for communication with others.

When I said that I wanted to write a book, they asked me what book I wanted to write. I said, "Write my uncle. My uncle will catch ghosts."

The three of them laughed, thinking I was joking.

I asked Lao Yao what he planned to do, and he took out a wooden pipe from a musical instrument. It was conical in shape, with a copper pipe at the top and a copper horn at the bottom.

This was an ancient instrument that could blow pipes. Lao Yao had played this instrument many times in the dorm.

Lao Yao had once said that ever since he was very young, his father had already said with foresight, "Now that society is developing so quickly, light fighting not only requires studying culture, but also requires skills and proficiency."

His father then asked him to practice playing the suona since he was young, saying in his father's words: "Boys shouldn't learn anything about the piano, violin, or cello. Those Western instruments are too vulgar, and second, they're not convenient to carry around. You say a piano, four people don't know if they can carry around, learn the suona is a traditional musical instrument, and it's easy to carry around.

As it turned out, Lao Yao's father was very forward-looking. While he was still in school, Lao Yao had contacted people who ran affairs outside the school, and every weekend, he would go out to arrange marriages and funerals for other people. Sometimes, he would rush to a few venues a day, so that it was easy to carry a small suona around with him.

When our school was hosting the School Singer Competition, more than thirty boys were playing and singing with guitars. Only Lao Yao used this flashy musical instrument, one "Qin Xuemei's Hanging Cry", to suppress everyone with it. It was truly heartbreaking for those who heard it, even causing those who heard it to cry, obtaining the championship in the Singer Competition.

Although he did not sing, but the suona play was sad and desolate, and the judges shed tears, and he also received a prize of two thousand yuan.

At that time, our female principal's eyes had already swollen from crying and gave Lao Yao an award. She praised, "Yao GuangDou, you're just like a mudslide amongst the school singers. You're too touching, it's like I saw my mother who died a long time ago …"

Lao Yao opened his mouth and said: "I am preparing to continue to bring this traditional wind instrument to greater heights. I have calculated before, to be married off, to be married off, to be married off every day, and to be able to rush to the scene 4 or 5 times a day. This time, it will cost me a few hundred dollars.

Lao Yao's ambition caused the three of us to have a whole new level of respect for him. After thinking for a while, I asked, "Then what kind of university are you still studying at?

Lao Yao shook his head and said: "My mom said that I have an undergraduate diploma, so I can find a partner."

"Did you find it?"

"Not at the moment. There's a pretty good-looking gong girl in our team dealing with the red and white matter. I'm ready to make a move."

With that said, Lao Yao began to play the suona again.

In Su Shi's "Crimson Wall", there was a description of a guest who played a flute, his voice was like a wail, like a complaint, like a cry of admiration.

At this time, Lao Yao's performance totally deserved this evaluation. Ah Bing's (Hua Yanjun) 's Erhu Solo' Erquan Yingyue 'could not compare to Lao Yao's suona blowing sadness, sorrow, and such a heart-wrenching feeling went down to the bone marrow. Compared to Erhu's, suona's sadness was like a man's, overwhelming sorrow, while Erhu's was slightly feminine and petty.

This piece of music was called "A Flower" and was a traditional suona song. It reminded people of the TV show "The Water Margin" when they were young. Wu Song was escorted by two attendants, and the sound of suona resounded, reflecting the fate of a hero.

Even Lao Yao herself was affected by the music as he cried. Yin Qing, who had a delicate personality, started crying without making a sound. I also cried with my eyes watering while Lao Ding lowered my head to wipe my tears.

While we were immersed in the grief of "A Flower", the door to the room was kicked open...

After being interrupted by such a rough kick on the door, Lao Yao immediately turned around and stared angrily at the person who broke into the room.

A baleful bearded man at the door did not even bother to be polite. He used his hand to knock on the wooden door that he had broken and shouted, "Your mother, is your father dead or your mother dead? "Blowing the f * cking funeral melody, this old man is here to drink a cup of wine. I'm not in the mood for wine, little bastard …"

The big man was rude and his attitude was quite vile. His insults were quite vicious.

The four of us looked at the big guy at the door, all of us had drank, our tempers were explosive, and they were filled with youth and spirit. But what I didn't expect was, the usually gentle Yin Qing stood up from the table, and pointed at the big guy: "Say it again …"

I knew in my heart that Yin Qing's family situation was complicated, so the big sized man's angry curses must have touched on Yin Qing's sore spot, thus they came to a tit for tat. But at this time, we were all brothers, so we naturally could not let Yin Qing stand alone without help.

Although there are four of us, but when we fight, Yin Qing does not have much fighting strength. He has a sturdy body and can fight one on one, I learned martial arts from my first uncle and thought that I can take on one too. I wonder if Lao Ding and Yin Qing can even fight one.

But whether or not he could do it, he could not lose in terms of momentum.

Lao Yao placed the suona on his waist, looked at the big man who spoke rudely, spat on the ground, and shouted: "We will never let this fellow out of the way!"

The restaurant was not big, and the room was not spacious. In the midst of the chaos, the white wine bottle in my hand smashed onto the head of the bearded man, causing Lao Yao and Lao Ding to put down one of their lackeys. Yin Qing and Lao Ding were not that strong, and got beaten up by the other lackey.

The owner, the chef and the waiter quickly came over to pull the carriage. The battle only lasted for a few minutes before it ended. The big man's scalp was cut by the bottle of wine, while my face was also punched a few times by the big man.

Lao Yao was not injured, Yin Qing was kicked a few times, and Lao Ding was punched a few times.

We did not show any weakness and shouted "If the place wasn't too small, we would have to beat those three idiots to death". The owner came over and demanded for compensation, and Lao Yao broke a chair, gave us 50 yuan, the door was kicked by the big guy, we naturally would not compensate him, and in the end we gave the owner 400 yuan.

When we are fighting here, no one usually calls the police unless something big has happened. That big guy also seems to have some status, since he thinks that he wouldn't call the police even if he had some status.

After exiting the restaurant, Lao Yao and Yin Qing returned to school. Lao Ding went to the internet cafe to play games, and I returned home. When First Uncle saw that my face was swollen, he asked me if I was fighting with someone. He brought an ice bag from the refrigerator and gave me a cold compress to help relieve the swelling, but just as he was busy, a knock came from outside. The sound was very hurried, he opened the door and saw two uniformed police officers asking Jian Nanshan if he lived here.

Two policemen came in and cuffed me up. It was just a fight, was it? It wasn't like a murder or arson, and moreover, I was the victim. What kind of attitude was this? Eldest Uncle looked displeased and said to the two policemen, "Your Chief Li is very familiar with me. Pay attention to your attitude …"

It's fine if you don't want to say it, but just as he finished, a younger officer disdainfully said, "Chief Li? You're talking about Li Yang, right? Because he is suspected of committing a grave breach of discipline, he has been double-crossed and now that the matter has been handed over to the judicial system, are you familiar with him? "Come with us as well."

"..."

Then, the poker face officer in front of me said, "I deliberately killed people."