Lin Zhimo pointed to the two horizontal bars carved with a knife on the beam of the car and said, "It's here!"

Xiao Jian and his friends were so angry that they laughed when they saw it. A friend pushed his car to Lin Zhimo and hit Lin Zhimo with the wheel in front of him and shouted: "Oh, don't you just draw two strokes? Look, there is also a mark in my car! Is this car yours? Is it yours? Talk!"

Lin Zhimo dared not refute, but just stood there stubbornly with his head down.

Xiao Jian and his friends were even more angry when they saw Lin Zhimo's appearance. Someone said, "As you say that, you don't have to do anything else all day long. Just find a car on the street and push it and leave. Anyway, you have a mark!"

"That's it! Do you have to do something else? Isn't it enough to sell bicycles every day?" others also sarcastically.

"This car is mine!"

Lin Zhimo said this line again, and when he said this line, he suddenly felt as if he had entered the heart of the character Guo Liangui. He seemed to suddenly understand that for Guo Liangui, the drifting Beijing, the meaning of this car is far from a means of transportation or a tool of show-off. It also carries a dream, a remote dream for a rural person to become a city person. For him, this car is the only thing that can realize this dream.

He was just an ordinary rural person, with instinctive simplicity and stubbornness in his nature. The idea of ​​"it's mine, it's mine" was deeply rooted in his mind. However, it was obvious that he had been brainwashed by the saying "urban people are very bad". When facing what he had never encountered, he could never think of any other way except using silence and stubbornness to protect his rights.

At this time, Xiao Jian and his friends began to become impatient. The fat friend slapped Lin Zhimo's head and asked, "Ask you for the last time, who belongs to this car!"

A strong sense of threat is revealed.

"This car is mine." I don't know if it was because of fear or something, Lin Zhimo's words were very soft, but the firmness in his tone did not diminish the slightest.

However, Lin Zhimo's persistence was regarded as a provocation by several others.

"Bang", he slapped Lin Zhimo on the face: "Whose! Let me say it again whose one is it?!"

At this time, Lin Zhimo was completely immersed in the play. He did not dare to resist at all, but just kept saying: "It's mine."

"Whose?" Another slap.

"My." Still insisted tightly, in return it was obvious.

At this time, a friend of Xiaojian stood up and stopped Lin Zhimo's beating and said, "Wait a minute, I'll come and make sense to him. Let me tell you, we don't know who this car was before, and we don't want to know. We only know that this car was bought from there by my friend for 500 yuan from the fresh market. Later, I paid for it myself to change the barrier, the gate handle, etc...."

"Yes, I'll change this gate skin." Another friend took out twenty dollars from his pocket and said, "I saw that it was cleared. This is the remaining twenty. It took eighty for me to change the gate skin!"

"So, now my friend has spent money to buy a car, so this car should belong to my friend." Xiao Jian's friend said with a final say.

"This car is mine!" Lin Zhimo still had that persistent tone.

"Trough! It's still yours!"

"Stop talking nonsense to him!"

The few people could no longer bear it and started to snatch it up.

"Go up, grab it!"

"Damn it, go!"

Lin Zhimo was surrounded by a group of people at this time, some pulled his arms, some pulled his legs, some hugged his waist, some went to pull the bicycle directly, and some were punching and kicking Lin Zhimo until everyone pulled Lin Zhimo and the bicycle all hung in the air.

Lin Zhimo hugged the bicycle with both hands as if he was holding his entire world. Finally, when several people were about to open his hand to grab the bicycle, he could no longer suppress his anger and let out a roar of sorrow.

"Ah~~~~~~~~~~~"

Lin Zhimo held the bicycle tightly in his arms with both hands, and two lines of turbid tears flowed out of his eyes. His eyes were red, but he still didn't dare to resist Xiao Jian and the others, but he just shouted loudly.

Lin Zhimo's cry seemed to yell out all his anger and unwillingness, or he was using such a "cowardly" method to try to influence Xiaojian and others, to protect his right to survive, and to protect his dreams from collapsing.

Xiao Jian and his friends also slowly let go of their hands, because they didn't know why they seemed to see a fragile and sensitive heart from Lin Zhimo.

Wang Xiaoshuai was so excited that he almost jumped up when he saw Lin Zhimo's performance, but he calmly said to the cameraman: "Close-up! Give Lin Zhimo a close-up! Quick!"

The camera was closer, and Lin Zhimo's dark face was mixed with tears, dust and stains on his surveillance, but the most touching of the eyes were those eyes. There was no malice in his eyes, there was only suppressed anger, some were only bruised and bruised, and some were just venting!

His loud roar roared out the depth of the whole film, his dreams, and even the meaning director Wang Xiaoshuai wanted to express through the movie. This will be the unquestionable finishing touch of the whole film.

At this time, the camera was far away. Xiao Jian and the others looked at Lin Zhimo who were lying on the ground holding a bicycle and roaring with a bicycle, and Lin Zhimo's mourn echoed in the abandoned building.

"Okay! Very good!" Wang Xiaoshuai clenched his fists excitedly, waved his hand and said, "You all acted well!"

Lin Zhimo also stood up from the ground at this time, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but sigh: "Life is easy; life is easy; life is not easy."

Wang Xiaoshuai's eyes lit up: "Where is this sentence?"

Lin Zhimo was slightly surprised: "What's the point?"

"Just what you said just now."

Lin Zhimo waved his hand: "I just feel the feelings for Guo Liangui after performing this scene."

Wang Xiaoshuai gave a thumbs up: "Okay, you will say such philosophical words."

Lin Zhimo suddenly looked at Wang Xiaoshuai with concern.

"What's wrong?"

"I suddenly regretted that people who don't even have this kind of sense of life can make this drama well?"
Chapter completed!