Real story?

A story is a story, what's true or false?

The story Peng Cheng told this time was not true, it was also true. He rarely lie to her. Peng Cheng always thought that this was the case. Perhaps he told Beibei the most truth in his life, which was far more than his two sets of parents. But the story was still a story, but at this critical moment. He really needed to tell a story, so this story was still fake.

"Actually, I can't remember it too long. Some people also charge money to help others fight, and sometimes they also charge money to help others do some work." Peng Cheng lit a cigarette again, pinching his left hand lightly, rubbing his right hand around his head, making his hair messy.

"What life?" Beibei was like a newborn chick. She trusted him and was calm about asking him any questions. Her calm cheeks contained the overflowing collagen that was rare in a thirty-year-old woman. It was so pink. With the dim moonlight, Peng Cheng could still tell it.

The young man smiled self-deprecatingly and reached out to touch the girl's face. The seemingly pink cheeks were cold, or he was too familiar with her, she might not blush at all, it was just an image of her in his memory.

Peng Cheng looked at her and smiled. He liked her from the bottom of his heart. He didn't know what she liked and was ignorant of the world: "It's okay, a little job, teach someone a lesson, transport goods, etc." He casually made excuses.

"Didn't I tell you last time? Almost all of them were cut. When did they cut them? I don't remember how it happened." He said, glanced out of the window. He was a little speechless. He wanted to tell Beibei, but now he didn't want to say anything: "When I was a child, my life was actually quite cheap. I was worthless, and my father didn't want me either. Think about it now, I really support myself. Actually, no one wants me, right?"

Beibei didn't think about what Peng Cheng said, but she heard this sentence. She could always pick the most useless sentence from a bunch of important words, and then remember that when he said that life was cheap, she suddenly felt sad. She hugged the young man's waist tightly, just wanting him to feel better and better.

"What's wrong?" Peng Cheng lowered his head and patted Beibei's arm. To be honest, he didn't expect that she would forgive him so soon.

"I want you." Beibei's voice was sticky. She had cried for too long and it sounded very imperceptible, but she spoke very seriously. She looked up at him with a determined look on her face, not as if she was coaxing him.

Peng Cheng was almost moved. Under her gaze, he seemed to be invisible. Peng Cheng knew that he was not worthy of Beibei, right? He was not worthy of her. He lowered his head and took a sip of cigarette. How could she want him? She said she wanted him. Humph, she was really too young. The young man smiled and deliberately spit the cigarette in his mouth on the girl's face.

Beibei choked and coughed. The only little moonlight, through the thick smoke, could not see Peng Cheng's face clearly. She waved her hand to sweep away the smoke in front of her, and coughed harder while sweeping. Suddenly, she heard him laugh, then reached out to wrap her waist, pulled it back, and in an instant, the eyes became clear.

"Tell you a fun story!" He was still naked, pointing at a scar on his thigh, on his snow-white thighs, close to his knees. Beibei turned his face, she didn't dare to look at him.

"Look, oh!" It seemed that it was not a knife wound, but a small, deep-sinking hole.

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Peng Cheng said that it was a hot summer like today.

When I was a child, it was almost all the high temperature in the 1990s. Peng Cheng must have forgotten what the temperature was that day. He only remembered that the sunlight that day seemed to turn yellow and green through the leaves. That day, he was at home in that mountain, on the small slope where the house turned around, and was a friend's home.

"Old Yang!"

Peng Cheng shouted Lao Yang's name. Lao Yang was less than seventeen years old and was a young boy with a long and full of his headlines. The young man brought a group of children from the village, tall and low, but not much older. They were walking to Lao Yang's yard. The yard was so twitching. He stood at the door and poked his neck, but he couldn't see Lao Yang eating on the kang in the room.

These people were going to play billiards with Lao Yang. Peng Cheng and the others didn't know the name of the nine balls at that time. Even now, he couldn't tell whether the one he was playing was eight balls or nine balls, but he was very keen on this way of playing.

It is popular among boys to take turns to take up the banker. Today, the old Yang is just in time for the banker. Peng Cheng was originally waiting at the station at the entrance of the village with these old-age little boys. In this mountain village, it is necessary to leave the village as early as possible. They have any billiards here, and they have to play so that they can only go to the county town. Every time everyone waits at the entrance of the village, and they get together before leaving.

I don’t know why, but the owner of the manor seemed to be timid today. He waited for a long time at the gathering place at the entrance of the village but didn’t come. Peng Chengding couldn’t stand the cowardly act like Lao Yang. The young man curled his lips and could not break the rules just because he was alone, so he brought the team of people to the door.

The large courtyards in the countryside are deep and shallow, and each one is different. Some have a gatekeeper, some do not. The courtyard of Lao Yang’s house has no gatekeeper, but it is particularly spacious. A long clothesline pulls from the door to the front of the door. As soon as he pushed the door in, the dog inside barked, Wangwang Wangwang was quite terrifying.

"Brother Peng, let's not go in, there are dogs." A group of half-grown children were always afraid of dogs. If they didn't say this, maybe Peng* wouldn't dare to enter. The dog was quite big and big. He squatted at the door of the room and his hair was thorny. But since people said it again, if he didn't go in, wouldn't he be shameless to see people anymore?

Peng Cheng was not stupid when he returned to the ground. He didn't go in rashly. He looked inside and saw the big black dog with a bright white steel chain tied to the head of the big black dog, like a big silver handcuff, and connected to the top of a stone pillar.

"It's okay, it's tied up!"

The young man with a strong spirit is sixteen or seventeen years old. Who can be afraid of a dog with a chain? Peng Cheng took the lead, and several people walked in while shouting Lao Yang's name. He was dressed very handsome that day. The children in this mountain had never seen light blue jeans, so Peng Cheng kicked that one. His legs were thin and straight. His little jacket was so stylish that he was tightly fitting his body. In order not to look fat, he didn't dare to pick his hands in his pocket.

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Lao Yang was eating in the house. He didn't want to eat, but his mother said he wouldn't eat or pay, so Lao Yang kept squeezing in the house. He was not in a hurry for a while, and since he had eaten, he would stop eating. Who would have thought that these anxious monkeys would not be able to wait for a few minutes. He heard the sound in the yard and stuck his head out.

When Peng Cheng saw Lao Yang holding a big cake in his mouth, he was about to speak, but the black dog that barked for a long time but could not scare the group was as if he had received an order and killed it. The black dog probably also saw Lao Yang's head holding a big cake in his mouth, and it seemed to have the courage to come to Peng Cheng.

Peng Cheng walked in front of several people and didn't care much at first, because of the bright white steel chain on the dog's head, he felt much more at ease. Just as he was waiting for the white steel chain to slam the black dog's neck and knock it down, the dog had already rushed in front of him.

Only then did he realize that the bright white steel chain was tied to the long clothesline and could reach the gate in a flash.

The young man turned around and ran away, but he ran away. He knew in his heart that this time it was probably bright, and he could still run over the dog? It was a big, strong dog, and even more sophisticated than his owner, it knew that the dog was dependent on human power. Lao Yang was so anxious that he shouted at the window that the men, women, and young and old of the whole family were chasing the yard, but Peng Cheng still felt something clamping his thigh, and there was no feeling of a knife slashing on his body, but he knew that he had bitten it in.

"Just this little pit, this is tooth, I poked it directly into it."

"Then you haven't got the rabies vaccine?"

"What vaccine should I get? Lao Yang's grandmother said, it's okay to burn the dog's hair and melt it in the water."

"Then you did that? And dog hair?"

"Yeah! It's okay, look at me, there's just such a trick."

Beibei laughed out loud, tears that had not yet dried at the corners of her eyes moved slightly, and the brush fell down her jaw, and the atmosphere calmed down a little. Peng Cheng saw Beibei laughing and was stunned. Suddenly, he lowered his head and kissed her, sucking the air in her lungs hard, causing the girl to cough.
Chapter completed!