sequel

All night, Liu Dong was in a mess. He felt that his brother had jumped into the fire pit!The fucking fire pit was prepared by another brother.

Zhuang Yufan proposed to go back early because his head was still dizzy. When he said this, he looked at Wang Jingchen, meaning, I'm going home, you can figure it out.

He was waiting for Wang Jingchen to give him an explanation. Wang Jingchen knew where he and Tong Xiao went together after the ceremony. He greeted everyone and talked a lot.

Zhuang Yufan leaned against the door frame and saw that several of his flowers were blooming, and the branches were trembling with fragrance. He really wanted to pick off this flower and put it in his room to enjoy himself alone.

"Are you going back?" Someone asked at the door.

"Is Jing Chen here too?" the man asked again.Zhuang Yufan looked back, and it really was that old He.

As a result, the three of them came out together and stood in the open space outside the KTV. Lao He usually did not smoke in front of them, but this time he lit a cigarette. In the dark night, the sparks swayed with his fingers.

"I may have to leave here soon, you," Lao He took a cigarette and lit the place where Wang Jingchen was standing, "do you understand that you don't come to this kind of place? It's just the one named Wei last time. He might still be there after I leave." Trouble with you."

"Old He, do you want to go back to your hometown?" Wang Jingchen asked.

Old He took a breath of cigarettes and shook his head: "I'm not going back, I'm going to run a truck with another brother, stay here and then go up to be the leader of the thugs, at the end, to put it bluntly, it's still the thugs. And it's not very clean here, it's not you guys You can see it on the surface."

People walk by the river without getting their shoes wet.Lao He took advantage of the fact that he didn't cause too many troubles, trying to get away and find a way out for himself.

Some people plunged into the flood soberly, while others desperately wanted to go ashore.

Zhuang Yufan spoke when the two were silent: "Thank you, old... He."

He was not very willing to call Lao He familiarly.

Old He didn't care, he crushed the cigarette butt out with his toes, and said, "My name is He Ze, Ze of Three Points of Water. The name sounds awkward, so you should still call me Old He—or Brother He is fine."

"My brother is only Wang Jingchen." Zhuang Yufan replied sternly.

"Hahahahaha you boy." Lao He patted him on the shoulder and smiled at Wang Jingchen, "This kid is affectionate and righteous to you!" After speaking, Lao He nodded before Wang Jingchen was embarrassed, and turned back to the place in the dark night. In a KTV building full of beautiful things.

Zhuang Yufan said, "Let's go."

Wang Jingchen stood in place and watched him off for a while, and then went back with Zhuang Yufan until Lao He's figure was no longer visible.

Some people can leave an irreplaceable impression in their hearts even if they only have a few casual acquaintances.Lao He belongs to this kind of person.He will never talk to you about the scene, he will not exchange pleasantries, he will not greet you, he will help you when there is something, and nod if there is nothing to do. He is like a hero who is hard to find in Wang Jingchen's world, giving pointers and quietly leaving the scene.

Wang Jingchen was a little disappointed because of Lao He's departure.

I met Lao He during a melancholy summer vacation.He came to the small phone booth every now and then to buy cheap cigarettes, and made long-distance calls outside the province. He rarely spoke, just listening to the familiar local accent on the receiver.He is different from anyone Wang Jingchen has come into contact with. He has a wild and melancholy temperament, which is very contradictory, but Wang Jingchen believes so firmly.

Most of the people who came to the small phone booth even wanted to tease Wang Jingchen after finishing the business. Firstly, everyone liked him because of his good looks; secondly, this kid was interesting.Lao He seldom chatted with Wang Jingchen, he paid after making calls, and paid when he bought something. The most extra words he said were:

"Still the same smoke as before?" Wang Jingchen asked.

"Okay." Old He replied.

Or: "Is your uncle not here?"

"Oh, he's always absent."

"Then you go back early tonight—well, the hairdressing salon across the street, someone is going to mess things up tonight." Old He bit the cigarette in his mouth and didn't light it. He wouldn't smoke in front of minors.

This man who seldom smiles because his smile is so simple and honest that he has no murderous intent will accompany Wang Jingchen through a period of ups and downs.

In life, you sometimes don't know whether God is playing with you or fate is so fucking weird.

When the two of them arrived home, they kept silent all the way in a tacit understanding, and relaxed their movements when they got downstairs. Zhuang Manxue was already asleep. She slept in the guest room on the first floor, with the door ajar, and left a small night light for them in the living room. There was no light, and the rice cooker in the kitchen was keeping the soup for them warm. The two stood in the kitchen, each drinking a bowl in silence.

Wang Jingchen took Zhuang Yufan's bowl and started washing it.

The two of them didn't turn on the lights either, and by the dim light outside, one was washing the dishes and the other was watching.

The eyes are like a blind man feeling an elephant.

Wang Jingchen had just finished washing a bowl, and there were extra hands on his waist. Zhuang Yufan put his arms around him, resting his chin on his shoulder, and pressed his cheek against his neck and asked, "You look very unhappy. Is it because of Tong Xiao or Lao He?"

You can't assign your emotions to others, the unhappiness is also mine.

Wang Jingchen's hands were covered with water, and he glanced at the door nervously: "I'm going to die, what should I do when Aunt Man gets up?"

"When you see it, you see it."

"How can we do that? What are we doing like this?" Wang Jingchen hurriedly flushed the second bowl, dried his hands and pushed him: "If you have something to say, go upstairs."

Zhuang Yufan followed him upstairs very dissatisfied.

When he reached Zhuang Yufan's door, Wang Jingchen was dragged in, his schoolbag fell to the floor, and there was a loud "boom".

"What are you doing? Haven't you sobered up yet? Do you want me to take you to the bathroom to take a shower!" Wang Jingchen's voice became a little angry.

Zhuang Yufan knew that he was a little abnormal, he always had the thought of "Wang Jingchen will regret being with him", this thought drove him crazy, he let go of his hand very wronged, and pointed to his left chest: "Don't you Happy, here I am, uncomfortable."

His eyes are very affectionate, and he can say affectionately in a few words.

A person can only move his heart once in his life, because the people who appear later, no matter how the time, place and people are harmonious, the kind of affection in the heart is outdated and changed.

Later, Zhuang Yufan joked that Wang Jingchen's "excessive heart" was "an erection", saying that it was a rude sexual impulse.Wang Jingchen was very upset, why do you call it a heart, and what he does to others is a simple and rude sexual impulse?

But these are for later.

Wang Jingchen picked up his schoolbag, walked to his desk without seeing anyone else, pulled up a stool and sat down, and signaled Zhuang Yufan to sit too.It was so strange that he could try to calmly explain something to Zhuang Yufan when he was angry.

He was not like this in the past, he would either go back to his room in a rage, or ignore him, too lazy to explain.

Is it really one thing and one thing?

"I am accompanying Tong Xiao to have an abortion today... Sit down! Damn, that child is not mine, why are you staring so wide? Sit down!" Wang Jingchen saw that Zhuang Yufan was about to run away, and the thorns on his back stood upright. When I got up, the cold light was shining, and it was sharpened, ready to fight to the death.

"Her mother was adopted by others, and that bastard has some background in our city. I guess that old bastard raised her mother just to wait for Tong Xiao..." Wang Jingchen pressed his forehead, "That's what she said to me last time She went to the Internet cafe to check it herself, and checked how to remove the child, and heard that it is easy to kill people if you are not careful, and it will also affect the future childbirth, so she asked me to accompany her to the hospital for abortion."

When Tong Xiao approached Wang Jingchen to talk about this matter, her expression was very calm, but her eyes were still blank. She seemed to have foreseen the end of her life but she was not reconciled, and she was still looking for other opportunities.

Looking up, nothing but emptiness, nothing but emptiness.

But she didn't want to give up, she couldn't give birth to this child, let alone die.Why should she have a bad life?She misses college, she wants to make a clean break with the life that binds her, why is it so difficult?

Tong Xiao read through the abortion methods copied on paper, and finally chose the safest one, but there must be someone present.

Apart from Wang Jingchen, she has no other person to think about.

Originally, she had made an appointment on the third day after the coming-of-age ceremony, but the hospital where she made the appointment informed her two days in advance, in order to match the doctor's schedule.Tong Xiao had no choice but to ask Wang Jingchen to miss an appointment for her that day.

Apart from pity, Wang Jingchen also had a complicated respect for this girl.Because her life is neither bright nor bright, she is like a flower blooming in the mud, muddy from the root, but she wants to stand proudly as a maverick flower, trying to scrape the mud off her body, even if it will peel her skin See the bones, and don't be soft.

This is a girl who is hard on herself.

And those flowers raised in water and in glass bottles, none of them are as proud as it.

Can Wang Jingchen see death without saving him? Tong Xiao's eyes fell on the center of his eyebrows very flatly, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him, as if Wang Jingchen agreed or not, it didn't matter much.But she was holding the hem of the clothes with her fingers and pointed out that she had betrayed her. Wang Jingchen saw her nervously picking at the corner of the clothes, she had no idea but insisted on pretending to be confident.