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When I got off the car, Zhao Dan and Lin Hexiang had already left. The red-faced man holding the wine pot and the white-collar worker who went on a date with his girlfriend nodded to thank them for their righteous words just now.

The bus No. 24 I took was the ring line, and the place where I got off was a remote urban-rural fringe. After leaving the stop sign, I walked west for a kilometer. There was an unobtrusive but extremely strange building: the power grid was connected to the high wall, and when I looked in, I could vaguely see a tall guardhouse inside, and the sentry with live ammunition patrolling the above.

There are five big words written on the big iron gate in front of me: City No. 1 Prison.

I went in from the corner gate to register, handed my belongings to the prison guard for inspection, and then went into another iron gate, and the prison guard Xiao Wang took it out. Although we are not old acquaintances, we have seen each other many times. Xiao Wang said kindly: "Come on your dad again?"

"Yes, Brother Wang is pretty good, right?"

"Haha, it's pretty good. Then you go in first, he will come later."

I nodded, walked into the spacious visiting room, and sat at a table casually. Soon I heard the iron gate of the prisoner passage inside. My father walked out with a serious expression but leisurely gait. A prison guard followed him, and he couldn't call his name, but he had seen it several times. I smiled at him and he nodded at me. At this moment, my father sat down safely. The prison guard stepped back a few steps and stood with his hands behind his back in a corner. If the old man was not wearing a prison uniform, he would be like the chief's guard.

"Are you busy today?" My old man asked slowly, his strong baritone. It seemed that he was in a good mood. If it weren't for him, he would have said hello to me first.

I smiled and said, "I have to come to see you even if I'm busy."

The old man ignored my favor and asked like a department reviewing a lower-level project: "Is your store still open?"

"It's still open, why should I do if I don't open?"

"Can you make money?"

"There are still some people who have two melons."

The old man nodded: "If you have a suitable business, you can withdraw or sell it." The old man said unnaturally, "I was a piece of land that I missed and worked hard to survive..."

I hurriedly smiled and said, "Dad, look at you saying this again, I'm worried!"

"What's wrong with your head?" The old man finally saw my strand of hair.

I touched my forehead and said with depression: "Don't mention it, let the lightning strike!"

The old man slapped the table and said, "Didn't you go fight with someone again?"

"Fighting like me - have you ever seen gangs who use lighters to burn each other's hair in a gang?"

The old man laughed too.

After all, I told the old man what happened on the bus. After hearing this, Mr. Long, who was once a scattered world, said with a sigh: "The world is really unruly now. If the 'little craft' people were discovered, they would dare to hit them." Finally, he said, "Hey, why am I going to tell you this?"

I said, "If you don't say it, I know, I'm not a child anymore."

When the old man heard what I said, his expression became serious again and said solemnly: "Yangyang..."

I stood on the table: "Can you not call me that?"

The old man's thoughts were not affected at all, and he continued, "I will tell you again, you are not allowed to interfere in the company affairs. Be low-key in life, and others will slap you in the face..."

I hurriedly added the second half: "I stretched out my right face and let him beat him!"

The old man nodded with satisfaction: "Well, by the way, can you do it?"

I lit my toes on the ground and said leisurely: "No one has done better than me."

The old man then smiled: "That Lei didn't break your brain, right?"

I stroked my scalp and said, "Listen to your teachings, I'm going to let it chop here once, so I just chopped it into a pot cover."

The old man put away his smile and asked, "How is your Aunt Meng going? I heard that she has a new move?"

"You will teach me a lesson. She is so proud that she has opened a new mixing station. Whoever dares not give Boss Meng face is a dead end!"

The old man sighed and said, "I'm afraid that her military force will sooner or later affect her. She has not changed at all after so many years."

"What book have you read? I learned so many new words?" I smiled and pushed the two red soft Chinese to him: "Don't worry about these things outside. In another month, you can come out and deal with her yourself!"

The old man took the cigarette and said, "You don't need to bring these things in the future, and you won't be rich in money."

I smiled and said, "Although the deal is not enough, two cigarettes can still be afforded." I asked him, "Does the warden need me to say hello?"

"No need, your Aunt Meng has all the arrangements." The old man stroked the cigarette box and said, "This woman is reliable in addition to being a little frizzy sometimes."

I stood up and said, "Then I'll leave."

The old man stood up and saw him off. The father and son shook hands, nodded and broke up grandly.

When I came out, it was the prison guard Xiao Wang who sent me to the door. I said, "My dad is so troublesome to Brother Wang."

Xiao Wang said politely: "Where? Boss Long can't stay here for a few days. After he goes out, I have to beg you to take care of him."

“That’s a must.”

Xiao Wang smiled and said, "Actually, just say that, I know that people like us are taboos."

I smiled: "Look at what you said, I've praised Haikou outside: There are people in our prison system!"

Xiao Wang was stunned: "There is nothing to show off. Xiaolong, I tell you, I still admire your father. He told you everything he told you for your own good."

I nodded: "I know."

"Okay, go, slow down the road."

Just as I was about to turn around and wave my hand, Xiao Wang shouted behind me: "Don't look back, this place is unlucky."

I hurriedly walked out of the prison gate.

A taxi came towards me, probably by the way around the road. After that, I had no intention of taking the bus, so I reached out to stop it and said to the driver: "Go to the train station."

The driver glanced at me and asked, "East Station or West Station?"

"East Station."

"Is there any train in the East Station? What are you doing there?"

I smiled and said, "Don't worry."

I will use this time to introduce myself. My name is... My name is... Uh, let's talk about my dad first. My dad is Long Baohua. He has become a famous master in the world after he was less than 40 years old. He is highly sought after by big brothers in the Tao for his steady and fair work. In his early years, he took over projects and later became bigger and became the leader of our city's construction industry. Six years ago, he launched a fight of thousands of people for the invading forces of the "Haihe Gang" in other provinces. The matter was too big and shocked. My dad surrendered himself for the company and was sentenced to 8 years in prison for intentional injury. This is his background information.

As for Aunt Meng, she was my father's wife, which is my stepmother. My biological mother died of illness when I was 3 years old. My father met Aunt Meng three years later. At that time, Boss Meng was already a prince and was in charge of a district's monopoly of sand and stones. During a "business friction", the two fell in love with each other at first sight, and Aunt Meng became my stepmother.

Although the couple has the same origin, they are very different in their behavior. Aunt Meng is Miao Hongren, who is a son and son of the world. She will act when she is time to take action and will never drag it down. There are at least two and a half sentences in the three sentences that are modifiers to greet other women's immediate relatives. They are always smoking and drinking, which is a model of being able to provoke and resist. My father is different. He has been living in the world for half of his life. It is rare to hear him cursing and swearing in his mouth. He is usually taciturn, likes to read various abstract magazines, and can apply what he has learned. From time to time, he listens to a very profound and meticulous motto that is full of nonsense. It is not recommended to engage in action with others, but he is more like a businessman who weighs everything.

I met Aunt Meng at the age of 6, so naturally I have to spend time together day and night. One of the inevitable problems is education. Aunt Meng looks rough and has traditional ideas in her bones. She is full of expectations of father and son. She has subconsciously trained me to become a dominant boss since she was a child. The most common words I said to me were: What, he dares to steal your toys? Beat him! What, he dares to steal your candy? Beat him! What, you are burning the hole in my sable fur? Don't run away, little bastard!

...Apart from the last situation, my father always hums and says, "Don't teach children badly!" The old man himself doesn't like to use violence, and he hates me even more when fighting. Every time, no matter whether I return in triumph or fail, what is waiting for me is another unreasonable beating.

On this issue, the old man's attitude can be seen from the name he gave me. My surname is Long, and my name is... Cough cough, let's start from the day I was born.

On the day I was born, it was really a storm and the grass and trees were sad, and there was a murderous aura between the heaven and earth (creative needs, please do not imitate) - In a nutshell, that day was a cloudy day. I came to the world in a peerless way, coughing amniotic fluid while crying loudly. Several of my father's capable subordinates came to ask for the Hadith, wanting to inquire about the name of "Prince", and there were also several military advisors who presented memorials, one suggested "Long Dingbang" and another candidate for "Long Zhenhai". My father shook his head as soon as he heard it, "The smell of the rivers and lakes is too strong, is it a bit fashionable?"

My mother doesn't want me to be like the bad guy in the martial arts film, and she casually says, "That's called Long Yang."

When my father's subordinates gathered together, they all frowned: "Yang - sheep, isn't that meant to be slaughtered?"

Who knew that my father glared at him: "What's wrong with being slaughtered? I would rather he be slaughtered by others. One sheep is not enough. I have to add another one to him: just call it Long Yang and Sheep!"

Dragon and Sheep... Dragon and Sheep... Do you know why I don't want to say my name? In the popular sayings today, this is a kind of sadness, not powerful, but it's quite cute.
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