2015 AD.

At one o'clock in the morning, at the entrance of a highway at the Third Ring Road in Beijing, more than a dozen sports cars with strange and dazzling colors and patterns were parked on the side of the road. A group of young people with colorful hair were constantly spraying greetings related to their genitals, laughing and jokingly surrounding an empty oil barrel, throwing Yizaza's cash into the oil barrel.

A blonde young man quickly recorded the gambling data thrown into the oil barrel, shouting: "Last five minutes! Last five minutes! Compatriots who have pocket money this month, throw all your pocket money in! Hurry, the police uncles will arrive in time in the last five minutes!"

He was less than 1.6 meters tall, thin and shriveled like a skeleton rack, as if it could fall down even if the wind blew. Fang Wen, who had an abnormal face, had difficulty carrying a laptop bag to the edge of the oil barrel, and threw the cash from a computer bag into the oil barrel. He shouted breathlessly: "Forty million, bet myself."

The bad young men who shouted and yelled quietly at the same time. The blonde young man who recorded the gambling money smiled bitterly and grabbed his forehead, saying helplessly: "Fang Wen, are you going to succeed?"

Fang Wen, who had a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek, smiled 'ga', kicked the oil bucket hard, and shouted: "When did I lose money and pay back?"

A young man with a seven-color rainbow cockscomb head hugged Fang Wen's shoulder heavily, spitted a smoke ring into his face, and said with a smile: "Your Madam Fang's gambling is nothing to say. But this is not a matter of money. You sneak out to race, if your old man knows... If you vomit blood again..."

The pungent cigar smoke choked Fang Wen and coughed violently a few times. He said angrily: "That old guy, why do you care about this?"

Angry, he kicked the oil barrel hard again. Fang Wen suddenly jumped up with his toes in pain, and kept sucking the air conditioner in his mouth. The young man laughed so hard that he leaned back and forth. The young man in the rainbow cockscomb patted Fang Wen's shoulder hard and said happily: "Sure, you are not afraid of Mr. Fang, know, you are not afraid of death, what are we afraid of? Brothers, get in! There are still two minutes left, the police uncle's patrol car will come."

A group of young men ran towards the parked car on the side of the road. Fang Wen called out a few times and hurriedly limped towards a Maserati sports car that was originally black but was sprayed with countless messy stripes. The blonde young man hurriedly called several assistants and carried the oil barrel full of cash onto a modified van, and hurried into the cab.

The blonde young man poked his head out of the car window and shouted: "Comrades, come by the rules yourself, I'll wait for you at the end! Good luck, oh, I'm caught by the police uncle, so I'll pay us to have tea!"

The van suddenly started, turned the front of the car with a clever movement that was completely inconsistent with its clumsy body, and swayed left and right on the road and took out a large S track, whistling along the road.

More than a dozen sports cars drove into the Third Ring Road in sequence and formed three densely packed lines. A white-haired young man ran to the side of the road, holding a scarf high in his hand.

The engine roared, and everyone made strange screams at the same time. The deafening heavy metal music sounded, and the road was suddenly filled with smoke. Several vehicles coming from behind stopped far away. You can see that the driver in the car was already calling the police.

The red taillights on the buttocks of a Mercedes-Benz sports car in the front flashed continuously, and all sports cars increased their horsepower. The tires and the ground were rubbed sharply, and black smoke rose.

The breeze blew, and the scarf on the white-haired young man suddenly flew out. Slowly, the scarf fell to the ground, and more than a dozen sports cars were sent forward quickly at the same time.

The white-haired young man jumped up excitedly, shouted a few times, and made a face at a police car that was speeding up from behind, and dazzled into the dark shadows on the side of the road.

Fang Wen instantly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, the sports car's powerful engine emitted a huge push, and the sports car rushed forward. Fang Wen's almost skinny face showed a crazy happy smile. He shouted, and focused on the sports car. Several positions had surpassed the two sports cars ahead. When he surpassed, Fang Wen viciously gestured a middle finger at the two drivers. The two young people were so angry that they screamed "Wow" and immediately raised their speed, ran rapidly in the sparse traffic at midnight, and followed Fang Wen tightly.

Fang Wen laughed loudly, the same weak heart in his weak body was beating violently, and a strange blood appeared on his green face. He shouted, cursed and sweared. A crazy spirit appeared in his little eyes. He quickly surpassed all the young people who were racing with him.

The young man with rainbow cockscomb shouted angrily, and he cursed angrily: "Fang Wen, are you really trying your best? Are you short of this pocket money?"

"Shou, Shou", Fang Wen's sports car rushed over and knocked the taxi mirror away. The taxi door was also sunk into a dent, and a large number of glass fragments were stirred up by the air waves of the sports car. The taxi twisted wildly on the road, and suddenly stopped the engine in the middle of the road. More than a dozen sports cars behind hurriedly stepped on the brakes, and the harsh sound of tires grinding into the ground. More than a dozen sports cars stopped at the same time and collided in a ball.

The police cars chasing after him had turned into six. Six police cars surrounded the dozen sports cars, and more than a dozen patrolmen with a gray face rushed out in anger.

The young man with rainbow cockscomb headed up to the sky and cursed: "Fang Wen! Fuck! You are getting crazy! You are strictly prohibited from participating in the competition in the future! If you don't want to die, we will die?" All the airbags in front, back and left and right of his body bounced open, and a big bump also hit his forehead, looking like a tumor on a white goose's head.

Fang Wen let out a 'giggling' laugh all the way, rushed all the way, and arrived at the finish line first - on a remote small fork. The blonde young man stared at Fang Wen's lonely car rushing over, shouting and cursing: "Fang Wen, where are the others? Hello, you won't cheat? Ah? Where are the others?"

Fang Wen, who was panting, had an abnormal blush on his face, and his whole body trembled gently. He shouted gloatingly: "If nothing goes wrong, they are all invited by the police uncle to have tea. Hahaha, you are the dealer, and the things you have made out of them depend on you."

The blonde young man and several assistants around him rolled their eyes at the same time. The extremely angry young man stretched out his middle finger and cursed: "Fuck!"

Fang Wen smiled 'giggled', walked to the oil bucket on the ground with golden light in his eyes, rubbed his hands quickly, and said with a smile: "I am the only one who has reached the finish line. How much should I have in this gambling money? It's the most comfortable thing I have to spend the money I earn! Tsk tsk! It's comfortable, comfortable, I'll treat you tomorrow." He patted his chest hard, making the sound of empty bones hitting the bones.

The golden young man weakly counted the gambling money he deserved for Fang Wen and muttered: "Damn it, madman, you Fang Wen is just a madman. My god, I will let you participate in the competition next time, I will raise you. If your old man Fang finds out, I will be scolded, why bother? Why bother?"

Fang Wen gasped for a few times, stretched out his arms and wrapped a lot of banknotes, and took a deep breath of the unique smell of half-new banknotes, and said intoxicatedly: "It's so good to make money by yourself. Especially when racing, you don't know that feeling is great. It seems that the wind is passing through my bones."

He slapped Fang Wen's chest with a strong palm, and the golden-haired young man cursed: "Nonsense! You are as thin as a skeleton soldier. The wind can blow you up. Go away, don't be upset in front of me, and you have to beg my uncle to report all the brothers! Oh my God~ I was arrested more than a dozen times at once~ How can I end up?" The golden-haired young man almost cried.

Fang Wen took the money happily, threw all the money in the passenger seat, waved at the golden-haired young man with a smile, and got into the car and was about to leave.

The golden-haired young man blinked his eyes and suddenly rushed to Fang Wen's car, grabbed his car window and shouted: "Hey, I'll say Fang Wen, Wenwen will go to Vienna tomorrow. What are you doing to avoid her these days?"

"Uh!" Fang Wen had a moment of deity, and suddenly opened the hand of the golden-haired youth on his car window, and hummed in a depressing voice: "Mediating on other people's business. Go and catch people."

His lips moved, and Fang Wen started the car, and the car was weak, and he drove out without any crazy momentum when he was racing just now.

The golden-haired young man spread his hands and looked at Fang Wen who was leaving and muttered in a low voice: "Why do you have to? Why bother? Wenwen doesn't dislike you, Fang Wen, you bastard."

He kicked the oil barrel heavily, and the golden-haired young man suddenly screamed: "**, Fang Wen! He took out more than a dozen people at a time! His family knew that I was on the banker again, so he would keep me from staying there! **!"

The dark road was empty, and tall and thin telephone poles stood alone on the side of the road. The distance between them was fixed, and no two would ever stand together.

Fang Wen drove along the road in a daze for a long time, crossing most of Beijing City, and then turned a few corners and parked his car in a dark corner on the side of the road. This was a lush avenue, and went inside was a light red door. At the door was a tall girl. The girl was staring at a tall sycamore in front of the door with her hands on her back. The *** inside the door illuminated, dyeing the sycamore with a warm yellow light, blocking the girl with a layer of warm light.

"You're not leaving yet."

"What are you standing here for?"

"Why do I go home to sleep when you stand here?"

"What the hell do you want to do? You are going to Vienna tomorrow. Why are you standing at my door today?"

"Sister, I beg you. I won't go home today. Can you leave quickly?"

"I'm half a year longer than you, but look at the past ten years, I've grown a head shorter than you!"

"I almost squirted blood and squirted to death when I was racing several times. Is there one day, what are you doing with me?"

"I remember I didn't do anything to you? I'm not fully developed yet, I can't do anything to you!"

"Tomorrow is my 18th birthday! But have you ever seen a man who is almost 18 years old and can't even get an erection?"

"What do you want to do when you stand there?"

Fang Wen muttered, his thin and shriveled body tightly formed into a ball, his body shivering violently, and he stared blankly at the girl standing at the door. His body was trembling violently, and his bones and joints collided with each other, making a terrible "rattle". His face was dyed with a layer of blushing due to the excitement of racing, and slowly returned to the abnormal green.

Fang Wen didn't know how long he had been looking at it, but the girl finally walked into the door.

After a while, a black car slowly drove out and turned over more than fifty meters away from Fang Wen.

Fang Wen murmured in a low voice: "Goodbye, Wenwen." Looking at the corner of the street where the car turned over, Fang Wen was stunned for a long time.

Gradually, Fang Wen's trembling body slowly stopped. He started the car lazily and weakly and headed towards the end of the road.

At the gate, he gave the sports car and coldly ordered the two servants who were welcomed out to move the large amount of cash into their room. Fang Wen shook his body, turned east and west, and walked to the inner courtyard. He subconsciously glanced at the direction of the main house of the inner courtyard. The room was bright and the sound of cheerful serenade was vaguely heard.

"Fuck, I'm immortal." Fang Wen cursed in a low voice, and was about to turn back to his room when he suddenly saw a young woman wearing a moon-white cheongsam under the west veranda, holding a tray, taking small steps, heading towards the main house with a smile on her face.

Fang Wen immediately called out: "Secretary Lin."

The young woman Secretary Lin was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face disappeared like a magical transformation, and replaced it with a dry face. She turned around and glanced at Fang Wen with a formulaic smile on her dull face: "Young Master, are you back? Miss Wenwen just now..."

"Shut up!" Fang Wen roared violently, and the serenade in the house disappeared immediately. Fang Wen shook to Secretary Lin and looked up at the beautiful woman who was half a head taller than him. He said in a strange voice: "From now on, don't worry about my business. In the middle of the night, you are wearing white clothes like a ghost. You are shooting ghost movies? Look at what age you are, and you are still wearing such ancient clothes! Are you a little fashionable? "

Secretary Lin's face became dripping ice. She said dryly: "Mr. Fang has been busy all night, this is for Mr. Fang..."

"Is it okay to have a midnight snack?" Fang Wen suddenly punched the tray, and the hot bowl of sashimi porridge on the tray was pressed on Secretary Lin's body, making Secretary Lin scream in pain.

Fang Wen smiled with a smile on his face, "Happy midnight snack? How many Viagra have you added to it? My old man can't stand your troubles!"

Secretary Lin was stunned. She looked at Fang Wen blankly, her face turned pale and red, and she couldn't speak for a long time.

A sudden angry scolding came from the main house: "Little beast! What did you say?"

The door of the main house was open, and a man who was nearly 1.9 meters tall and in his forties, and was in his prime, strolled out. He glared at Fang Wen with his eyes and shouted: "Where have you been? Wenwen waited all night, where have you been? Your phone is not accessible, and you will cause trouble when you get home! What do you want to do?" This person is Fang Wen's biological father, Fang Zishan.

The two servants walked in with a lot of cash in hand, and were seen by Fang Zishan who was in a rage. Fang Zishan was so angry that his face turned blue. He shouted loudly: "You are going to race and gambling again? You, you, do our Fang family lack the money you have? You, what do you want to do? You little beast!"

"Oh~~~~" Fang Wen sighed lazily, looked at his father who was half a taller than him, and sneered: "The little beast is also raised by an old beast. I won't spend your money! Fuck!" He gestured at Secretary Lin with a middle finger, and slowly swayed into his own room with a string of cold sneer.

Fang Zishan clenched his fists tightly, and he looked at Fang Wen's thin and low back with a trembling body. It took him a long time to force his anger.

Secretary Lin carefully relaxed his hand covering his chest, lowered his voice, lowered his eyebrows and said carefully: "Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, it's me..."

Fang Zishan shook his head, waved his hand, gently patted Secretary Lin's shoulder, and said gently: "It has nothing to do with you. It's Fang Wen...he...he..."

That night, perhaps it was an illusion, Fang Wen always felt that he heard some strange sounds coming from the main house in a hazy state.

In his dream, he saw Secretary Lin's pretty peach-like face.

His body suddenly trembled, and a strange pleasure that he had never had before woken up from his dreams.

Instinctively stretched out his hand and touched it down, Fang Wen's sharp-mouthed and monkey cheeks showed an ugly smile that seemed sad and joyful.

"Goodbye, I have lasted for eighteen years of childhood." Renzhu Chapter 1 Goodbye Chapter 1
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