I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

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"Is there such an agreement, don't you know it? Don't you remember it from the camera?" Dong Wenbin looked at him with disgust.

"Really?" Du Caige still couldn't believe that he would make such a shameful agreement with his brothers.

"Xiao Ke, have you been beaten stupidly? Is it temporary amnesia caused by a concussion?" Zou Guoyong asked with concern.

"Okay, even if there is such an agreement between the two," Du Caige said through gritted teeth, "but when did I propose a heads-up?"

"Didn't you say to Wang Zhang, 'Find a quiet place where no one is there, let's solve the problem'?"

"Well, I said it." What Du Caige said, naturally, would not renege on the debt.

"Didn't you propose to fight him one-on-one?"

"..." Du Caige found himself speechless.

After a long while, he rubbed the swollen part of his face and spat bloody saliva: "Fuck."

Too much shit.

Such a middle school agreement, such an inexplicable beating.

Then a hand rested on his shoulder from behind.

Dong Wenbin and Zou Guoyong were both standing in front of him, and it was self-evident who the owner of this hand was.

Du Caige doesn't want to pay any attention to Peng Sizhang now.

But Peng Sizhang's voice came from behind: "You lost."

"Bah." This was Du Caige's answer to him.

"Hey, Lao Du," Dong Wenbin frowned, "you lost the heads-up, you have to admit it."

"Recognize what?"

"You said just now that you would admit defeat, do you admit it or not."

"Admit it."

"Just promise him one thing."

Du Caige turned around and looked at Peng Sizhang in astonishment, "You beat me so much just to get me to promise you something?"

Pence Zhang nodded proudly.

Although his nose was blue and his face was swollen, his originally handsome face was not much better than a pig's head, and his clothes were covered with dirt and dust, and he was even more embarrassed than a beggar, but Du Caige was not in a better mood.

Because it is conceivable that his current image is similar.

Du Caige was furious, and after being beaten in vain, he couldn't maintain his usual demeanor. "Can't you say something well! Fighting your sister! Are you still young? Especially someone in their thirties, do you have any brains and can't speak well! If you have a request, you can mention it, I don't have it. Say no to it!"

Peng Sizhang glanced at him, the contempt in his eyes made Du Caige angry. "It was you who proposed the heads-up. To be honest, I didn't expect you to be so weak now, and I won't have a hard time winning."

"Damn it. You won a fart!" Du Caige was even more furious, "I made it to you! No, it was you who attacked! Let them see who's image is worse now!"

Pain all over his body, and anger, making him look like a dynamite keg right now.

Like watching monkeys in a zoo, Dong Wenbin and Zou Guoyong pointed and commented, finally nodded and said, "One thing to say, Wang Zhang, you are really miserable."

"So what, you lost anyway, hey," Peng Sizhang sneered, pointing to the bruised place on his face, "You said in 'Saint Seiya' yourself, 'Scars are the medal of manhood' '."

Damn, it's really hopeless at this time. Carry away, next.

At this time, Zou Guoyong took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed one to everyone. Du Caige never smoked, but after thinking about it, he accepted it, thinking that it should be able to relieve pain.

"What do you want me to promise you? Cough, cough." After Zou Guoyong lit his cigarette, Du Caige took a strong puff. The smoke passed through his lungs once, and it did make him refreshed in an instant, but it also choked him.

"Let me play."

"No, the script has been set, without your role."

"Then change the script."

"It's not easy to change." It was about the movie, and Du Caige wouldn't give in.

"It's none of my business, it's yours to worry about."

Dong Wenbin and Zou Guoyong next to him also helped: "Old Du (Xiao Ke), you are wrong,

If you lose, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand at attention. This is what you often tell us. Now you deny it yourself? "

"I never joke about movies." Du Caige threw the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it. Cigarettes are fragrant, but harmful to health.

Although he has no intention of living a hundred years, he does not want to have blackened teeth and wake up coughing and coughing in the middle of the night. And it is said that nicotine and tar can affect that thing's rise and affect a man's self-confidence.

So, just take two puffs and throw it away, definitely not addicted.

"Can't you? You can't even change the script? If you can't do it, don't brag in front of Lao Tzu." Peng Sizhang resorted to aggressive tactics.

Zou Guoyong, who has been displeased with Peng Sizhang, also spoke for Peng Sizhang: "Xiao Ke, after all, we are brothers. Filming is such a fun thing, we must all play together."

Du Caige had been a little dizzy before.

Mainly because the head was punched a lot, and I don't know if there was a concussion.

Now the place where he was beaten is getting more and more painful, but it has made him sober a lot.

Now that he thinks about it seriously, he feels that although Peng Sizhang has changed a lot over the years, "when he is successful, he is crazy" and forgets his original intention, but at least Peng Sizhang has shown that he values ​​this friendship.

In fact, taking Peng Sizhang's coffee position to participate in this micro-movie has no visible benefit to him.

In this case, since he still takes this friendship in his heart, let's put aside other grievances for the time being and take him to play tickets together.

It's just a matter of the script, and it really needs to be carefully considered.

After thinking about it quickly, Du Caige spit out another bloodshot saliva and looked at Peng Sizhang: "The role of the leading role is definitely not yours."

"Are Old Dong and Yongzi the lead actors?"

Without Du Caige answering, Dong Wenbin and Zou Guoyong both responded. "I'm a supporting role." "I am also a supporting role."

Peng Sizhang rubbed his bruised cheeks: "I only need to have less drama than them."

Du Caige nodded: "Your schedule?"

"I'm free recently."

"It's definitely not good recently," Du Caige stabbed him. "You've been beaten so badly, the swelling on your face won't go away in a week."

"How do you think you can be better than me?" Peng Sizhang replied.

Du Caige looked at him and didn't feel disgusted anymore.

Friendships between men can be so ridiculous sometimes.

It was obvious that he had accumulated a lot of dislike, disgust, and even hatred. After the fight, he immediately lost his temper and felt that he could be a brother again.

But this is also because he met Peng Sizhang when he was a teenager.

After adulthood, the friends you meet again in society are definitely not like this.

"Mad, I want to go to the hospital, I feel like I need stitches in the corner of my eye." Peng Sizhang complained.

"Hey, I feel fine. So speaking, I actually won." Du Caige's anger disappeared, and he began to feel a little complacent.

"Lao Du, I advise you to go to the hospital." Dong Wenbin said.

"how."

"I suddenly noticed that the bridge of your nose seems to be a little crooked. Was it misplaced?"

"Fuck!"