wine is character

Ten years ago

In the noisy KTV room, a boy wearing a white T-shirt and a peaked cap sat in the middle, cursing in different ways, staring at the pink envelope in front of him, the more he thought about it, the more angry he jumped. Go to the tea table and crush it hard with your feet.

"Xiao Su, come down, the glass is broken and you will lose money again." The classmate on the side hurriedly pulled him down and hooked his shoulders. "It's just a letter, which proves that our Xiao Su is very attractive."

"From now on, don't call me that, Brother Su!" Mu Su gritted his teeth word by word and ordered, then turned his head to stare at the letter again, and stretched out his hand to tear it up, "Doesn't that man have eyes? Which eye sees that I am a school girl, fuck your girl."

At this time, a person came in, probably late, grabbed the letter without knowing the situation, and yelled, "Hey, who wrote the love letter to Musu?"

The people behind Mu Su felt a burst of murderous intent, and winked, but unfortunately, that kid didn't know the way, and even opened the letter in front of Mu Su.

"Hey, dear little Musu, I am your senior. I was deeply attracted by you from the first moment I saw you. You are such a lively and pure girl..." I laughed and fell down on the sofa while thinking. superior.

Musu's fists were clenched, "Where's the wine, I want to drink, fuck you girl!"

After a few bottles, Mu Su hiccupped and reached out to get his wallet to pay the bill, but he searched all over his body and found nothing. He vaguely remembered that when he went home to change his clothes, he left everything in the room.

"You pay, and I will pay you back later." He shook off the hand of the person next to him, and walked out unsteadily.

After walking a few streets, I was a little confused about the direction, and finally sat on the shoulder of the road with my head down when I was tired, muttering something.

Tan Qingfeng got off work from a part-time job, gathered up his thin coat, and lowered his head to smell a greasy smell.I have been working in this fried chicken burger restaurant for three months, and I really can't smell the smell.

Just as he was going to wait for the last bus at the bus stop, the person sitting on the shoulder of the road almost tripped him, looking a little thin.

This street is a bit deserted now, there was a child sitting on the street, feeling worried, he bent down and patted his shoulder, "Are you okay?"

Without getting a response, Tan Qingfeng stretched out his hand and raised his chin slightly, barely seeing the profile of his face, which was very delicate and fair. He only noticed that the eyelashes were really long and dense, interlaced and formed into a small fan, so he asked, " Little sister, have you been drinking? Where do you live?"

Unexpectedly, when he asked such a question, the person sitting on the shoulder of the road suddenly opened his eyes, full of anger, turned his head around, gritted his teeth and rushed forward, "Who is the little sister, do you have eyes?" On Qingfeng's cheeks, the corners of his mouth were suddenly red and swollen, Qingfeng resisted the attack of the incoming person, and pushed it away reluctantly.

"Why are you so fierce!" Qingfeng grabbed the two fists that kept beckoning to him, and the child pushed his head towards him like a bull. There was no movement in his chest.

Tan Qingfeng didn't realize what kind of move it was, so he reached out and took off the hat, only then did he realize that he had misread it, it was a boy, it was just that he was more handsome.

"Hey..." He flicked the boy's forehead with his finger, but the sound of his even breathing came from his arms, and he was a little dumbfounded, "You fell asleep after beating someone?"

I wanted to leave it alone, but it was deserted here and I didn't know if such a big boy was in danger. After hesitating for a long time, I put the backpack on my chest, bent down and helped him onto his back, and stood up with difficulty to find it. direction.

"Hello!" After shouting, the person on the back didn't move, but Xiang snored softly, "I have to drive home."

In desperation, Qingfeng could only walk towards the 24-hour police station, wanting the police to help send the boy home.

When he arrived at the police station, Qingfeng saw the boy's appearance clearly. Maybe it was because he was laughed at that he got so excited when he heard his phrase "little sister" and pointed his finger on his forehead, "You look pretty good, It's just too violent."

"Why doesn't this kid have any documents on him?" The policeman who thought he was about 40 or [-] years old came out, and looked helplessly at the Zhengxiang who was lying on the sofa, Qingfeng quickly explained, "I don't know him, I just sent it because he was afraid that it would be unsafe for him to sleep on the road, so let’s talk about it when he wakes up. Uncle policeman, I have to catch the bus home, so I’m leaving first.”

He was afraid that the police would leave him there, so he turned around and ran out of the police station like a rabbit.

When Mu Su woke up, there was a loud voice from the aunt next to her, and she turned inward irritably, kicked her legs a few times and shouted, "It's early in the morning, what's the noise!"

Perhaps everyone was taken aback by this boy, and the policeman came with a folder and knocked on Musu's head, "Wake up, I really think of the police station as my home."

Mu Su heard the word "police station" in a daze, completely lost sleepiness, sat up and looked around.

"Why am I here?" He lowered his head and touched it, and looked at it, "Where is my mobile wallet!"

"What? You mean you've been stolen? Come here and register." The policeman dragged the man who was not fully awake to go in. Mu Su looked down at the watch on the policeman's wrist while asking for his name, "Seven o'clock." ...07:30!"

He quickly spread his legs and ran to the door. Before the policeman shouted, Musu hurried in and dragged him, "Uncle policeman, lend me 20 yuan, I'm going to be late for school!"

Still hungover, Mu Su scratched his hair irritably, half leaned on the table, listening to the math teacher in front of him chanting scriptures, his mind was fragmented, as if he had beaten someone yesterday, but who was that person?

I turned around and glanced around, but I didn't see anyone's face painted, which unlucky guy it was.

After finishing an art class in the afternoon, I met an art teacher on the way, holding a lot of books, he waved to Musu, "Musu, help the teacher move these books to the second and third classes of the high school. , can you hand it over to their squad leader Tan Ling?"

"Me? High school?" Their school is the largest high school in the city, and junior high school can go straight to high school, but the middle school and high school are separate, and students from both sides are not allowed to communicate with each other on weekdays.

"Teacher has something to do and can't leave. Please help me with these things." The art teacher should be one of the few teachers who are pleasing to the eye in Mu Su's heart, so he agreed.

Musu soon regretted it. These books are really heavy. After finally entering the school district of the high school, he walked into the noisy second and third classes of high school. Is Ling there?"

But no one responded, and in the end Mu Su angrily roared in his dantian, "Is Tan Ling here?"

Everyone stopped their movements and saw the kid standing at the door. He was in the high school and dressed in the junior high school uniform. It was really obvious. Several people whispered among themselves.

"This kid is so cute."