Rebirth of the Burning Era

Canglin knew the etiquette well enough, and when she had money in her pocket, she began to figure out how to play.

With economic development, the entertainment industry has begun to recover. In the early 1990s, the most fashionable entertainment activity for young people was dancing.

Slow three slow four fast three fast four, in this era, almost everyone can walk a few steps. When it comes to off-duty time, all kinds of dance venues are the concentration of handsome men and beautiful women, and the scene is much more than the square dance of later generations.

The most popular is the open-air dance hall. As long as there is an empty venue, a school playground, an abandoned warehouse, an empty classroom, etc., it can be enclosed, lighted, and a set of speakers installed, and it can become a venue.

The ticket price is not too expensive. For a dance, one ticket for men is two yuan per ticket. For women, it is cheaper. In some dances, children do not need money.

When three girls and four boys in the class rode their bicycles to the open-air dance floor of the Workers' Cultural Palace, it was already 10:30 in the evening.

On the way here, there were not many people on the street, but when we arrived at the gate of the dance hall, I heard music in the large courtyard from a distance. The bicycle shed at the gate was full of cars, and there were many that could not stop, so they were locked on the road. on the railing of the curb.

No car.

It was only in 1986 that the state allowed private individuals to buy cars. Today, those who can drive cars will not come to play in this low-end open-air venue.

The cost of singing and dancing halls is too high, and you can’t get out if you don’t have a few dozen dollars to go in. Most of the legends of the upstart self-employed people who spend a lot of money come from several top dance halls in Binhai City.

Jiang Xiaoli said in her mouth that she asked the 'class representative organization' to go to the door and pay ten yuan by herself to buy everyone's tickets.

Liang Yifei also took out five yuan, went to the small stall next to him, and bought a bottle of orange soda for one person.

A few searchlights pointed at the sky, illuminating the scene as if it were bright and dark.

The nightlife is always more exciting than the daytime. The girls are dressed in fancy dresses, wearing long plaid skirts and plastic sandals in a subtle way. They are fashionably stepping on tight-fitting fitness pants, and their buttocks are stretched tightly. There is a low-cut bat shirt, revealing a large chest below the neck.

The second dance just started, the theme song of the iceberg visitor was played, why are the flowers so red.

A slow fourth.

Jiang Xiaoli was the first to ask Liang Yifei to dance, but Liang Yifei waved his hand and quit. He didn't like dancing very much at all. He came to play, just to hang out and relax.

Jiang Xiaoli wasn't angry either, she turned around to look for someone else. Beautiful girls are a scarce resource on the dance floor, so she doesn't have to worry about finding a dance partner.

A few other classmates also left the field, and only Liang Yifei and another boy named Xiang Chongfeng were left, squatting on the concrete stand and drinking soda to watch the girl, and by the way, they helped the others guard their coats.

Liang Yifei has been in a 'vegetarian' prison for a few years, and he has never tasted a little bit of meat. He was busy with the cannery some time ago and didn't have the heart to think about these things.

Beneath the concrete stand, there are five or six women dressed in coquettish manners leaning against the concrete pole. From the back, the imprints drawn by the bra straps are clear, and men come up to chat from time to time.

A fat woman with big bangs pushed a small skinny man, pointed at him with a look of contempt, and scolded, "Five dollars is too expensive, go home and touch your mother!"

For those who specialize in dancing with others, it costs five yuan per session. If you can touch it, you can only touch it.

After one night, I lost a few games, which was equal to half a month's income of ordinary workers.

Not far away, Jiang Xiaoli had already found a dance partner, and after taking off the shoulder-padded women's suit, Liang Yifei's eyes lit up.

Little lychee?

What a joke, it's obviously a big meat bun!

If you jump a slow four, you can throw it up!

The legs are also long, I dare not say it in seven or eight years, and I will never get tired of playing in two or three years.

"Chongfeng, do you have a girlfriend?" While watching, he asked Xiang Chongfeng next to him.

Xiang Charger is from the security department of the soda factory. My father is said to be a veteran, and my father and I have one unit and one department. As his name suggests, he looks very powerful, and his body is full of tendons.

Just a little stuttering.

"Girlfriend is not...boring! Women are...annoying...annoying!"

Xiang Chongfeng sucked the soda, and asked very longingly: "Liang Yifei, I think you are very smart... Do you think that the third world... world war can be fought... can it be fought?"

Liang Yifei glanced at him: "Come to the dance hall, don't look at women, hope to fight, you are sick!"

Xiang Chongfeng bit the straw and said, "My dad said that the town of Wenrou is Ying... Hero Tomb! Women are all troublemakers, and when they have women, they will have care... Worry! Not free!"

Liang Yifei amused him, saying that he doesn't understand anything, or is he detached?

Jokingly said: "Okay, charge, I think you have wisdom roots. If the world war doesn't start, you can go to the temple and become a master!"

"That won't work!" Xiang Chongfeng shook his head without hesitation: "You can't eat meat in the temple, you can't do... fights! How uncomfortable!"

The two of them were talking nonsense when they heard a crisp 'pop' on the dance floor.

There are dozens of pairs of people dancing on the dance floor, and there is music playing. You can hear this crisp sound, which shows how loud it is.

Looking at the sound, Jiang Xiaoli stared with round eyes, with one hand on her hip and the other pointing at a fat man in front of her, she scolded very aggressively: "Fuck you, where are you putting your hands?! Who do you think I am!"

Half of the fat man's face was swollen high, and his eyes were fierce. He grabbed Jiang Xiaoli's hair when he went up, pulled Jiang Xiaoli back, and threw Jiang Xiaoli to the ground. He kicked Jiang Xiaoli against his stomach.

Jiang Xiaoli groaned, like a boiled prawn, holding her stomach and arching her body.

Seeing her suffering, the classmates who were dancing on the side gave up and rushed around. Unexpectedly, the fat man blew a whistle, and four or five young people dressed in air emerged from the crowd, shaking their hands. With a butterfly knife, he stopped them.

In front of a group of gangsters armed with weapons, the night school students obviously lost their momentum, and they confronted each other fiercely, swearing, but no one dared to step forward.

Fatty lost his face in front of people, and became angry with shame. He didn't even look at the people around him. He grabbed Jiang Xiaoli's hair with one hand and slammed her face over.

"Grass, hit me!"

With a slap, he slapped it hard, with a backhand, and another slap.

Jiang Xiaoli was also stubborn. She was beaten five or six times in the blink of an eye, and her face was swollen.

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Above the stand, Xiang Chongfeng's eyes widened, "What... what should I do?"

Liang Yifei glanced at him: "Aren't you going to fight? Is the soda bottle in your hand a decoration?"

Xiang Chongfeng immediately became excited: "Then... do, do them?"

"Guess what?"

After Liang Yifei finished speaking, he carried the soda bottle behind him. The man had already jumped from the stand, walked through the crowd, and came to the side of the fat man. Suddenly, he sped out, and the soda bottle in his hand slammed into his forehead.

Fatty was fanning Jiang Xiaoli vigorously. How could he think that Cheng Yaojin would be killed next to him, and he would do it without saying a word, and was caught off guard.

This is the "professional" gap. The ratio of night school students and gangsters is considered amateur, and the ratio of gangsters to Liang Yifei, who has spent time in prison and started a business from scratch, is even more amateur.

With a bang, the shards of the soda bottle flew around, leaving only half of it. Before Fatty could react, he felt that countless small stars appeared in front of him, and a stream of heat trickled down his forehead, blocking his vision.

Fatty's brothers were about to rush over, when Liang Yifei supported Fatty and pushed half of the soda bottle between Fatty's legs. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

This hit was really heavy, and he punctured his pants immediately, hitting the key point!

"Stand there and don't come here!"

When a man encounters such a thing, no matter how ruthless he is, he can’t be fierce. Fatty is not a real big brother. It’s okay to bully ordinary people, but his real courage is limited. Don't...don't be impulsive!"

Before he finished speaking, he was hit again on the head.

Xiang Chongfeng appeared out of nowhere, holding a half of a soda bottle and angrily said, "Learn... learn to speak from me?! I... **** you!"

The fat man was so depressed that he didn't know where the two evil stars came out. They had a piece under them, and they were hit on the head again. They didn't dare to move. Ask: "Dude, where are you from and what are you doing?"

Liang Yifei patted his face, pouted at Jiang Xiaoli, and said, "Fat brother, you must admit my friend to me. As long as she nods, my sister-in-law's happiness for the rest of her life will be preserved."

Fatty hesitated for a while, but he really couldn't hold back his face.

Liang Yifei squeezed his hand and pushed the bottle forward. A drop of blood suddenly dripped down the stubble, and he didn't know if it was on his head or in his pants.

He sighed helplessly, and said to the fat man very sincerely, "I just let it go, I really don't want to go on the road of crime again, fat brother, to give my brother a face, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" The fat man's legs softened, and he shouted, "I was wrong, I was wrong! Big brother, big sister, you have a lot of adults, it's all my fault!"

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This morning, that chapter was posted at the wrong time, and the time was set wrong, and it ended up last night~~