Tibet

‘Bang! Bang bang——’

"Be careful of candlelight and close the door to prevent theft!"

‘Bang! Bang bang——’

The watchman walked away, and Li Ye got up. He didn't dare to go through the front door, but jumped out of the window, climbed over the courtyard wall, and went out.

Tang Chao's mother and Aunt Mu refused to say anything, so he could only seek the truth from his friends.

The community temple is the City God's Temple, not far from Li Ye's house. Standing in the yard, you can see the cornices and squatting animals.

As soon as he walked into the temple gate, he suddenly heard the sound of running behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt the sound of wind behind him. He instinctively ducked out of the way, so fast that the people behind him were thrown away.

The person who attacked him happened to see the little fat man during the day. When he saw Li Ye in a daze, he scratched his head and said, "Old Li, what are you doing in the temple?"

Li Ye was still in shock. He just dodged and moved about one and a half meters sideways. How did he do that?

Moreover, he dodged so fast that the opponent was only half a meter away from him and didn't even hit him.

He vaguely realized that he might be good at martial arts!

Li Ye came back to his senses and suddenly frowned, "That's not right!"

"Didn't you ask me to meet here at night? Isn't this the old place?"

The little fat man shook his head, "No! Our old place is the polo field, not here."

"Then why are you here?"

"We have been waiting for you at the polo ground for a long time. I couldn't wait for you, so I went to your house. I saw you climbing over the wall from a distance and sneaking towards the temple. I followed you."

Li Ye was even more confused. The old time and the same place didn't match up. Could it be that Aunt Mu made a mistake?

At this time, two more boys came running, one tall and one short, both quite thin.

"Old Fatty, have you found him?"

"Here it is!"

The little fat man walked up and whispered to the two of them: "Maybe Aunt Pei really said that. His brain was damaged."

The two of them said with a grimace: "What should we do? Now we are dead."

Although their voices were very low, Li Ye heard them clearly. He waved his hands and said, "I'm fine, I just can't remember some things. I only remember old fat man. I forgot your names."

The skinny boy ran up, took Li Ye's arm and said, "Old Li, I am Xiao Huangmao, and he is Wujilang. They were all named by you. Do you remember?"

Under the moonlight, Li Ye saw that the little boy had a tuft of yellow hair on his head, and the other was tall and black, with legs as thin as chicken feet.

He ‘poof! ’ I laughed out loud, these two nicknames are really appropriate.

"Let's go to the Temple of Wealth!"

The little fat man led the way. The Temple of Wealth was in the side hall. The four of them climbed through the window and entered the side hall. There was a clay statue enshrined here with the words: Lord of Fortune and Silk Star beside it.

This Lord of Fortune and Silk Star was the God of Wealth in the eyes of the people of the Tang Dynasty.

They found a few old futons from under the altar table and sat cross-legged on the futons.

Li Ye remembered that his aunt had said that he had more than a dozen younger brothers, but there were only three in front of him.

"Why are there only three of you left?"

"It's all gone!"

The little fat man sighed and said: "Since you were injured, we have given up and don't dare to go to the polo ground again, but those guys refused to let us go. They beat us every time they saw us, beating us like dogs. Running around, Xiaoqirou had his arm broken by them, and the whole family moved away, so we hope you will recover quickly."

Li Ye was confused and laughed dryly: "I can't remember a lot of things. I don't even recognize my mother. Tell me, who are they? Why are they fighting?"

The three of them all knew that he had forgotten something, and they were all talking about it. Only then did Li Ye gradually understand.

The neighborhood he lives in is called Yonghefang, which is a famous slum in Chang'an. Children have no money to study and gather together all day long to play. They fight the most fiercely and are incredibly strong. They are also loyal and do not bully the weak. He became the eldest brother of the children.

There is a polo field to the west of Yonghefang. During the day, the army would practice playing and return to camp in the afternoon. After the soldiers left, the polo field became a paradise for children. However, children from several nearby villages would also come to play, and the children would fight and steal. Territory became commonplace.

But starting last fall, a group of rich kids came and occupied the polo field, practicing playing polo every evening.

Li Ye and the others refused to give in, and the two sides fought several times. As a result, the conflict became more and more serious. In a conflict just half a month ago, Li Ye was beaten into a severe coma by a martial artist brought by a son of a wealthy family, and almost died. Life.

Li Ye laughed dumbly. He thought he was injured because something big happened, but it turned out that he was fighting with a group of teenagers.

"Lao Li, as soon as you ducked out of the way, I knew you had recovered. Let's fight with them tomorrow!" The little fat man showed his fierce look, with a sinister face.

"Fight them and kill these bastards!" Xiao Huangmao and Wuji Lang also clenched their fists and said.

Li Ye didn't know whether his predecessor would have been enthusiastic enough to agree, but he wouldn't be able to do so now.

Li Ye is only fourteen years old physically now, but his mental age is already twenty-three years old, and he has long passed the age of being impulsive and causing trouble.

Tang Chao's mother always said that he was a knight-errant. At first, he was complacent and thought he was a knight-errant. After Aunt Mu explained, he realized that the word "you" in knight-errant means idleness, and knight does not mean to be chivalrous and help others, but to cause trouble.

In a word, a wanderer is a little hoodlum who is idle and causing trouble.

yes! He is already fourteen years old, and he is still fighting with other children all day long for territory. What is he other than a little gangster?

"It's boring to call back and forth, why not find something to do and earn some money to spend!"

The three of them looked at each other, and Zhang Xiaopang said anxiously: "Lao Li, brother, are you giving in?"

Li Ye shook his head, "I just feel that fighting all day is boring. I want to find something to do, or go to a bookstore. Is there a bookstore near us?"

"Visiting a bookstore?"

The three of them heard this in disbelief and shook their heads together, "There is no bookstore in the workshop!"

A strong drowsiness hit him, and Li Ye yawned, "It's too late, go back to bed first! We'll talk tomorrow, you can come to me directly."

He stood up and walked a few steps, when Zhang Xiaopang suddenly cursed fiercely: "You are a useless, eggless eunuch, you are worse than a dog, we are really blind!"

Li Ye was furious, and his sleepiness immediately disappeared without a trace. He turned around and grabbed Zhang Xiaopang by the neck and dragged him over, "What do I owe you? You insult me ​​like this?"

Zhang Xiaopang glared at him and said, "You were almost tortured to death by their despicable methods, but you can still swallow your anger. Of course you are an eunuch without eggs!"

"What do you mean, what despicable means?"

Li Ye said coldly: "Tell me exactly what happened at that time?"

"Let me go first!"

Li Ye let go of his clothes, only to find that he had dragged this fat man, who weighed at least 150 pounds, a dozen steps away.

Zhang Xiaopang seemed to be used to being dragged by him. He straightened his clothes and said, "If they can't beat you, they'll fight with you. Each of them will hit the other with a wooden stick three times. If he can't stand still, he will admit defeat. You signed a contract with them." Win or lose, both parties accept their bet and admit defeat.”

"Then what?"

"Then they asked you to fight first. They came out with a martial artist. You hit him three times on the back with a wooden stick. The martial artist lost his balance and took two steps. Then it was their turn."

When Zhang Xiaopang said this, he gritted his teeth and said: "They actually secretly replaced it with iron rods."

"Iron rod?" Li Ye's eyes suddenly narrowed into slits.

Li Ye returned home worried. As soon as he climbed over the courtyard wall, he found his mother Pei Sanniang standing in the courtyard holding a whistle stick and looking at him coldly.

"I want to recover my memory, Xiaopang told me many things!"

Pei Sanniang's eyes softened and she put the whistle stick aside. She stepped forward and stroked her son's head and said, "The thing that Mom regrets most is that she didn't insist on letting you study?"

"Have I read the book?" Li Ye asked in surprise

"When you were seven years old, you studied for a year. Mu Niang persuaded me to continue to let you study, but I felt that studying would only make people worse. Practicing martial arts was the most useful, so that you would not be bullied in the future. But now I regret it! "

"Why?"

Pei Sanniang's eyes lit up with anger, "If you had read the book, you wouldn't be so stupid as to sign that piece of shit and admit defeat, so that I can't even win the lawsuit!"

Li Ye looked at his mother in front of him. His eyes were a little inexplicably sad. After a while, he lowered his head and said, "I won't be stupid anymore!"