Bailangbian

It was still raining, but no one spoke anymore.

Brother Long stood still for a moment, then turned around and walked in the direction of the Internet cafe.Yu Dong and Zhang Jing looked at each other, and ran over quickly.The car and the young man beside the car were soaked by the pouring rain, but they still stood still.

Yu Dong and Zhang Jing caught up with Brother Long and gave him the umbrella, but Brother Long didn't want it.He rushed into the Internet cafe, went upstairs, and then closed the door heavily, leaving water marks all over the place.

The people in the Internet cafe and Brother Long's boy were all stunned, looking at each other in blank dismay.

Zhang Jing didn't know much about Brother Long and Designer Liang. Now that he was full, he was full of strength and curiosity, so he casually chatted with the boys.

The boys went out to see, but Designer Liang was still in the rain, he squatted on the ground, because the rain was so heavy that he couldn't see what he was doing at all.

"It hasn't been long." Ma Zijia said, "About a year or two."

"No, it's been three years at least." Ma Ziyi said, "Brother Long and I have been together for almost three years, and we see them celebrating Mid-Autumn Festival and Spring Festival together every year."

Everyone hesitated to speak, and stood under the eaves and looked over there.

The rainwater trickled down in strings, gushing and gurgling at the mouth of the sewer.

This unexpected incident made Zhang Jing very worried. Yu Dong didn't intend to mention it to Song Fengfeng. When the two of them talked on the phone and sent text messages, they talked about what happened in school or on the field, whether they were happy or not. Can talk for an hour or two.

Song Fengfeng is full of confidence to enter the top three this year. The first grade of No. [-] Middle School has a few very good players. At the beginning, Song Fengfeng was worried because of his excessive arrogance.

But after a period of running-in, the whole team is now in the best condition.

"I hope I can get a better result than the previous one." Song Fengfeng said in confidence, "The worst is to keep the No.3. If you can't even get the No.3, there is no way to explain it when you go back."

"You don't need to be so stressed, okay?" Yu Dong was connected to the earphone cable and talked to him while arranging his historical notes. "Sometimes a game can't be all about strength, it also depends on the right time and place."

Song Fengfeng saw that he spoke slowly and squeezed out word by word, and immediately knew that he was studying.

In order not to disturb him, Song Fengfeng decided to hang up.

"Song Fengfeng, do you think we are similar to Brother Long?" Yu Dong asked suddenly.

Song Fengfeng was taken aback: "Us and Brother Long?"

He seemed to understand the meaning of Yu Dong's question, but he didn't seem to understand.He and Yu Dong haven't fully understood the ass-touching relationship between Brother Long and Designer Liang, but Song Fengfeng can tell that the relationship between them should be very deep.

Outsiders may not understand it, but they can tell by looking at it that it is not a casual relationship.Especially after Song Fengfeng knew about Brother Long's past.

He himself had thought about what he would do if Yu Dong or Zhang Jing had encountered what Liang Zhemu had encountered.Just thinking about it made him angry.

This is something that cannot be discussed right or wrong. Adults and society have their own standards and principles of measurement.

But——Song Fengfeng insisted—they also have standards of this age.

The standard of friends, the boundaries of loyalty, naive but fierce violence, and the inevitable revenge that follows.

Maybe there are really thousands of ways in the world, and there are more reasonable ways to deal with the people who used violence first, but in Song Fengfeng's heart, and in the heart of Brother Long back then, the most direct method is also the only one they can practice method.

"If someone bullies you, I will kill him." Song Fengfeng said.

Yu Dong: "I know...no, no, don't do this."

Song Fengfeng: "I'm serious."

Yu Dong: "That's not what I asked."

He couldn't explain it more clearly to Song Fengfeng.This is Brother Long's private matter, and he doesn't want to talk about it behind his back.

Seeing his silence, Song Fengfeng started talking again: "It must be different. He is so much older than us."

"...Only ten years old, is that a lot?" Yu Dong laughed.

"Ten years is a long time." Song Fengfeng slapped a mosquito that flew onto his face to death, "The world is different, and we must be different from them. What are you asking for?"

Hearing him say "different", Yu Dong's heart that was in a state of suspension suddenly fell back to its original position.

He knew it was different, it was definitely different.But he also had to get a definite answer from Song Fengfeng.

Just like a multiple-choice question on a math test paper, Yu Dong must figure out the only correct option, so that Yu Dong can be sure that he is not wrong.

He is not afraid of being wrong.

Rather, he was afraid that Song Fengfeng would be wrong because of himself.

After hanging up the phone, Song Fengfeng was still sitting on the stairs of the safe passage, without any movement for a long time.His intuition told him that Yu Dong would ask such a weird question, it must be because of something happened to him.But Song Fengfeng couldn't ask.

There is a secret between Yu Dong and himself.Song Fengfeng was very unwilling.He tossed the palm-sized mobile phone back and forth between his left and right hands. The small basketball pendant hung on the mobile phone kept shaking, and the small metal beads inside rattled.

He came here to train and compete, and he didn't need a bicycle, so he changed the little thing on the bicycle keychain to a thread and hung it on his mobile phone as a pendant.

After playing for a while, Song Fengfeng stopped playing.The voice-activated lights in the safe passage went out, and only the Wanjia lights outside the stairwell came in.

He was suddenly homesick.

The results of the three middle schools participating in the league were sent back to the school immediately after the final.

The varsity football team set another record: they drew with their opponents in the final and lost 1-0 on penalties.

But this No.2 is an honor that has never been won. No.2 Middle School immediately made a banner and hung it high at the door.

"It's only No.2!" said a passer-by, "How good is it? If you have the ability to be number one!"

Gatekeeper: "Every year, the number one in the college entrance examination is either No. [-] Middle School or Huaguan. I want to see the number one in July. You are full of names."

The passer-by walked away resentfully.

Song Fengfeng was eating ice cream on a rocker at the entrance of the small supermarket opposite, waiting for the bell to ring for the end of get out of class, and Yu Dong and the others came out.

Half an hour later, the school gate of No. [-] Middle School opened.Hungry students swarm out, pounce on the surrounding food stalls or head home immediately.

Song Fengfeng gave up the rocking music to a child who was gnawing on his fingers for a long time, and taught him to grab Pikachu's ears.He put two dollars into the rocking hole, and Pikachu started to shake back and forth, playing the theme song of "Blue Cat's Naughty Three Thousand Questions", and his eyes radiated colorful lights.

"...I heard that you have a bonus of 200 yuan?" Zhang Jing looked at him incredulously, "Just play this?"

A song just finished playing, the child looked at Song Fengfeng, Song Fengfeng didn't give money to Shake Music anymore, and followed Zhang Jing on his bicycle.The child was crying slowly behind him, and Song Fengfeng tried to seduce him with money under Zhang Jing's condemning eyes: "There is a bonus of 200 yuan, so I invite you and Yu Dong to eat big milk tea."

"So shabby?" Zhang Jing was shocked, "It's 200 yuan, isn't it too much to buy a fast meal?"

Song Fengfeng pushed him: "Damn, do you still have the face to say this? You received a scholarship of [-] yuan last semester, so you invited us to eat offal once."

"It's all used to pay the tuition for this semester, okay?" Zhang Jing scratched his face cheekily.

Yu Dong had already gone to the big guy to take a seat first, and after waiting for half an hour hungry, Song Fengfeng and Zhang Jing came in with two bowls of offal each.

The boss of the big guy has recently expanded his business and sold all kinds of barbecue and fast food in the store. Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng have to go home for dinner, so carefully choose something that is delicious and not filling.Zhang Jing was not polite, he ate whatever he came for, and by the end of the meal, he was already too full to stand upright.

After bidding farewell to Zhang Jing, Song Fengfeng quietly said to Yu Dong, "I'll treat you again, and I won't call you Zhang Jing anymore."

Yu Dong gave him a wicked smile: "Oh?"

"My dad has gone to sea, are you coming to watch TV tonight? I borrowed a PSP, and I can play it before going to bed." Song Fengfeng added, "I have a day off today and bought a lot of snacks."

Yu Dong: "Before going to bed? I'm going to sleep at your house?"

This time it was Song Fengfeng's turn to show a smirk: "The main thing is to watch TV, Mr. Yu, what are you thinking about?"

If it wasn't for the fact that there were so many people on the road, Yu Dong would have kicked him again.

The two returned to Xing'an Street, passed Long Kee Food Stall, and saw Brother Long smoking at the door in a daze.

When he saw Song Fengfeng and Yu Dong, he immediately waved to them.

"Come to eat, I saw the banner at the entrance of No. [-] Middle School, celebrate Hei Zai." He put on a warm smile on his face, "There are fresh prawns and geoduck, which are very beautiful."

The two politely declined, saying they wanted to go home for dinner.

Brother Long: "Let's have a meal with Brother Long. It's been a long time since no one eats and chats with me. It's boring."

His eyes paused on Yu Dong, and he immediately added as if to defend: "But it's okay, whoever Brother Long wants to accompany, you can find more than a dozen with just one phone call."

Song Fengfeng didn't think what he said was wrong, but Yu Dong stepped off the bicycle quietly.

"Then I'll call grandma." Yu Dong pushed the car to the door and locked it, "It would be better if there were springy shrimp."

Brother Long was happy: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Song Fengfeng was confused, but still followed Yu Dong into the food stall.

The food stalls are actually closed today, the shutters are closed, and only a small door above is opened.The tables and chairs are being replaced inside, and even the menus hanging on the wall are replaced with brand new ones.

They didn't know why Brother Long wanted to change these on a whim, so they sat obediently at the same big round table with him.

After waiting for a few minutes, the prepared dishes were served one after another.The fishing boats returning to Hong Kong brought fresh fish, shrimps, crabs and snails, which taste good without much seasoning.Song Fengfeng and Yu ate very carefully in the big guy's restaurant just now, but now seeing the table full of good food, their stomachs twitched and ached.

Brother Long didn't move, they didn't dare to pick up their chopsticks.

But Brother Long was in a daze again, opened the phone cover, frowned slightly, and kept pressing the down and up buttons, da da da, da da da.

Song Fengfeng narrowed his eyes and squinted, and reported to Yu Dong in a low voice: "It's a call record."

Brother Long reached out and took a boiled prawn.Both Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng's eyes widened, but he didn't eat, but just held it in his hands blankly, never leaving the phone screen.

The two communicated with their eyes, trying their best to persuade each other to remind Brother Long that it's time to eat, when a boy ran in outside.

"Brother Long, Brother Liang is here." Ma Zai said, "It's outside, asking if you're there. He doesn't believe us when we say no."

Brother Long seemed startled, and immediately yelled, "Don't let him in!"

late.Yu Dong and Song Fengfeng thought to themselves.

Designer Liang in a white shirt had already stepped through the small gate and stood in the food stall.

He has dark circles under his eyes, and he doesn't look energetic.

Brother Long stood up immediately: "Don't come in! Get out!"

Song Fengfeng was petrified and pulled Yu Dong's fingers.Yu Dong signaled him to be quiet, and began to carefully look for another exit sign in the food stall.

"Excuse me for eating?" Designer Liang came over and stood by the table, "The food is good. You seem to be in a good mood?"

Brother Long stood in front of him with half of his body and yelled, "Go out first!"

"Why didn't you answer my call?" Designer Liang's voice trembled slightly, "You read the text message I sent you, right? Why didn't you want to talk to me?"

He looked shaky and flushed slightly.

Song Fengfeng asked Yu Dong with his eyes: Do we need to hide under the table first?

Before Yu Dong could answer, Brother Long pointed to the boiled prawns, salt and pepper shrimp, steamed fish, steamed crab and seafood porridge on the table, and waved at the young horses: "Remove, remove!"

Two students: "???!!!"

Horse boys came up one after another, carrying a plate of untouched dishes to the kitchen.

Brother Long on the other end grabbed Designer Liang's hand and walked out, shouting angrily: "You are allergic to shrimp and crab! You can't even smell the smell! Are you looking for death!"

Song Fengfeng: "We are not allergic, Brother Long..."

Before the steamed crabs were taken away, Yu Dong quickly grabbed two and threw them into his and Song Fengfeng's bowls.The two had no choice but to watch the door quietly while eating crab with warm tea.