every life

Hiroshi is the representative of the English class, and Pingsheng is at the same table.According to common sense, this "geographical advantage" can make it easier for those who are not very good at English.Unexpectedly, apart from urging homework, Wu Hong was urging homework desperately, and Ping Sheng would be urging to death if he handed in a second late.

"Can you stop bullying Pingsheng? His English is not good at all, and he will die if he is a few seconds late?"

Behind the two came a clear and crisp voice, like a yellow warbler.Looking back, I saw Tong Yunshan flicking her bangs, walking to the front and turning around, facing Ping Sheng and Wu Hong mysteriously: "I tell you a super exciting news! Yao Xing Xing told me!"

Wu Hong clicked his tongue, "Why are you girls so gossip?"

Tong Yunshan was unhappy, pushed Wu Hong away, and smiled at Ping Sheng, "Then don't listen, I'll tell Ping Sheng."

How could Wu Hong not listen.

"Teacher Tang went home to give birth, you know." The teacher on duty at the door was already urging, Tong Yunshan said quickly: "Do you know who the substitute teacher is? It's Wen Yingyao from the Foreign Affairs Department!"

Wu Hong almost sprayed Tong Yunshan's face with a mouthful of steamed bun scum, but Tong Yunshan glared at her several times.

"Wen Yingyao?! Who can invite him? Even the principal can't invite him..."

"Who knows..." The classroom was noisy, Tong Yunshan changed her appearance as soon as she arrived at the door, and when she entered, the exclusive monitor's loud voice said, "All self-study—! Class is about to begin!"

Ping Sheng didn't know Wen Yingyao, so he asked Wu Hong who was shocked at the moment, "Who is Wen Yingyao?"

Wu Hong had finished his breakfast. He sat down on his seat and drank some water. Just as he was about to say something, Yao Xingxing turned his head and said, "Wen Yingyao, you don't even know?! A very powerful person in the Foreign Affairs Department! You know the terrorist incident in El Bois at the beginning of this year? It was tragic——Pingsheng, do you usually watch the news... I heard that this time it was just a personal relationship, and the school didn’t make too much noise, so it was only a month, I guess It’s here to encourage us to learn English well, so that we can serve our motherland in the future—”

There was a heavy knock on the door.

Yao Xingxing stuck out his tongue, flicked his ponytail, turned around and sat back.

The head teacher, Mr. Li, walked in and looked around, and said as usual how many days are left for the college entrance examination, why is the college entrance examination so important, and if you don't work hard at the last moment, no one can save you... Then there were piles of simulated curly hair down.Teacher Li walked around twice and saw that the toy was quiet, so he turned and walked towards the door with satisfaction.

"By the way", when we arrived at the door, I remembered that there was still a purpose of this trip that I didn't say. Teacher Li smiled, "You all know that, right? The English teacher is a new teacher." With eyes wide open, Li The teacher thought for a while, and finally said: "Everyone, study hard!"

Leave when you're done.

"Just this sentence?!" Wu Hong felt boring, "I will go to the office to help you look after I collect the paper later!"

Yao Xingxing's eyes lit up, "Okay, okay! Let's see if he is really as handsome as on TV..."

As soon as Ping Sheng opened his schoolbag, he heard Wu Hong urging again: "Hurry up, hurry up, the English papers have been collected!"

"..."

There are four classes in the morning, with a period of broadcasting exercises and a 15-minute break in the middle.The English class was put in the last section. As the time approached, everyone's expectation index was getting higher and higher.Especially under Yao Xingxing's publicity, Wen Yingyao's appearance became the focus of all girls' attention.The boys mostly paid attention to Wen Yingyao's work and the El Bois terrorist incident.Although the news has been reported in detail, the latter is obviously more exciting than the personal experience and narration of the person involved.

After finishing the meeting questions, Ping Sheng lay down on the table and closed his eyes to rest his mind.Ears were buzzing, Ping Sheng was chewing candy while listening aimlessly.His grades are not going up or down, and he is only at the middle level in the class, so he can just follow suit with any teacher.As long as it's not too difficult to deal with.

He never thought about going to college.

He didn't even think about taking the college entrance examination.

Because before that, he had one more important thing to do.

No one knew about it.

And once this is done, everything after his life becomes irrelevant.

Pingsheng is a bit tired.He has been dreaming these days.As that time drew closer, he found himself having dreams that he had never had before.

For example, dreaming about his mother.

His mother is very beautiful, very beautiful.Dance to take everyone's breath away.Pingsheng didn't know when his mother learned to dance.From then on, Ping Sheng could remember his mother's gentle dancing posture and moving melody.

And that gorgeous long hair.Pingsheng still remembers the touch of holding it in his hand, soft, smooth, and fragrant, accompanied by his mother's laughter.When he was a child, he would grab it if he couldn't. Aunt Zheng always teased him with this matter, watching his little hands tugging and tugging, but he couldn't.

Then, cry loudly.

At this time, my mother always hugged her in her arms and put her long braids in front of her body. He couldn't care less about crying, and hugged her with her arms full, very happy.

Later, the dream changed.

In the dream, he was standing under the stage, standing motionless, his mother's long hair was scattered at his feet, but he never went up to touch it.

Because they are all soaked in blood.

"...There is no name written on this paper..."

"Where did Wu Hong go?"

"Mr. Wen, why don't you ask..."

"Classmate...classmate..."

Pingsheng was out of breath, he couldn't tell what was a dream and what was reality, the reality was in his ear, or, the dream was in his ear...

Ping Sheng opened his eyes suddenly, sweating profusely.The entry was a person he had met, a person he hated very much, a person named "Mr. Wen".

The next moment, before everyone could react, Ping Sheng raised his fist and directly punched Wen Yingyao in the face!

☆、Daylight and shadow

It was like pressing the pause button suddenly, and the surroundings froze instantly.

The quietness of a needle drop.

A momentary astonishment flashed across Wen Yingyao's face, his brows were slightly frowned, and he stared at Ping Sheng who was glaring at him with a serious expression.There was a sharp pain in the corner of his mouth, Wen Yingyao raised his hand and pressed it, hiss...the fist is really hard.

Pingsheng's eyes were a little red, the corners of his eyes were moist, there was anger, a little panic, a trace of fear and subtle pain in the eyes.

Wen Yingyao looked at him calmly.Although the clothing and temperament were quite different from the "Mr. Wen" he met that night, his eyes were as sharp as that Mr. Wen's for some reason, so sharp that everything could not be hidden.

Ping Sheng took a deep breath, and from the corner of his vision, he saw Yao Xingxing's face full of shock. Two steps later, it was Tong Yunshan with the same expression.Ping Sheng leaned back, lowered his head and closed his eyes for a few seconds, then raised his head again to face "Teacher Wen" in front of him.The shirt buttons are up one by one, meticulous and decent, the tie is a well-regulated dark-colored plaid, the forehead hair is not as messy as that night, and the playful, provocative and annoying aggressive eyes in the impression are completely gone. A "teacher" doubts and incomprehension.

There was slight sweat on Pingsheng's forehead, it was not that hot yet before noon.Moreover, the sound of the fan spinning rapidly is particularly prominent at this time.

wow——

wow——

Feeling confused and helpless, Ping Sheng opened his mouth and was about to apologize for his recklessness when he heard Wen Yingyao's calm and emotionless voice.

"Student, I am your new English teacher, my name is Wen Yingyao. I—"

Moving his gaze down, before he cast an English simulation paper on the table, a thin red line around Pingsheng's neck caught Wen Yingyao's calm gaze very abruptly.

Where have you seen it.

During this period of time, Wen Yingyao knew his state in a vague way.Memory sometimes loses chunks for nothing.I can't remember where I went or what I did.Several times, I woke up in the chaotic and noisy bar in the early morning. The air was stuffy and stale, my body smelled of alcohol, and there was... Lin Qian's lighter at hand.

Forced to press the involuntary tragic flashback that followed in his mind, Wen Yingyao unnaturally tilted his head slightly. Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly and the branches were verdant.

"Come out with me." Wen Yingyao grabbed Pingsheng's hand involuntarily, and pulled him out of the classroom.Pingsheng didn't expect it, he stumbled and followed.

Tong Yunshan worriedly grabbed Yao Xingxing's arm, "Is Pingsheng okay...Teacher Wen probably won't do anything to him, right?"

Yao Xingxing's tone was cold: "He hit the teacher!"

"He didn't mean it!" Tong Yunshan anxiously dropped this sentence and looked out the window.Far away, across a corridor, Wen Yingyao seemed to be bowing his head and saying something to Heping Sheng. "I think Mr. Wen has a good temper, so it shouldn't be too bad."

"What's wrong with all of you..." Wu Hong shook his hand and just walked into the classroom when all the students looked at him in unison.Inexplicable... Wu Hong glanced behind him a few times, "What are you doing?"

"Where did you go? Teacher Wen just came to you and said that several people did not write their names on the collected papers." Yao Xingxing pulled a stack of white papers in his hand, "But when you were not here, Teacher Wen asked you to be at the same table, and it turned out that -"

"As a result, Pingsheng was woken up and hit Teacher Wen!" Several boys in the back row were smiling, recovering from the panic just now, and all of them thought it was quite funny.

"Really?!" Wu Hong stood on the spot with an exaggerated expression, unbelievable: "So irritable?!"

"Hahaha!" The boys headed by Yang Zhuo burst into laughter.

Seeing this, Tong Yunshan was about to die of anger, "Class starts soon! Don't laugh!"

Yang Zhuo imitated Tong Yunshan's tone of yin and yang and learned it again, and laughed again.Wu Hong divided the papers and roared amidst the laughter that shook the roof: "Those who didn't get the papers didn't write their names! Come to me and get them—!"

Looking at Wen Yingyao's tall back, Ping Sheng couldn't imagine that there would be such a similar two people in the world, and their personalities were so different.The teacher Wen in front of me is completely opposite to that "Mr. Wen" no matter in dress or speech, and there is only a copy-and-pasted skin between the two.

Mr. Wen's wrist hanging by his side, the cuffs are smooth and clean, with simple and low-key mother-of-pearl cufflinks, revealing the strict self-discipline and restraint of the person in front of him everywhere.

He is completely different from Mr. Wen, who is addicted to smoking and drinking too much.

In just a few minutes, Ping Sheng came back to his senses and quickly sorted out his speech. The third year of high school was under too much pressure... I had a nightmare... It wasn't intentional... Teacher Wen...

But when Wen Yingyao turned around and gave him a comforting smile, he forgot all about it.

Mr. Wen is not Mr. Wen at all.

That hateful person would never have such a smile.

Ping Sheng let out a long sigh of relief, lowered his head and continued to follow, what to do...how to put it...don't let Aunt Zheng know.

The corridor seemed to have no end, and the golden sunlight penetrated through the dense branches and leaves, casting a fine floating halo on the floor tiles.Thoughts also mottled up.In the dream, the last moment of despair was gently evaporated by the slightly scorching sunlight.

He also found that his shadow was covered by Wen Yingyao, tilted slightly, and the color was very light, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow away their shadows... Ping Sheng looked at it in a daze, and the smile just appeared in his mind again, until He hit Wen Yingyao's solid back.

As soon as he left the classroom, the sun was pouring down on his head, and his body trembled slightly. Wen Yingyao tried his best to restrain himself.

There seemed to be another person hidden in his body, a person he hated extremely, a person he tried every means to hide.Now, exposed to the sun, almost as if sterilized, the man struggled to disappear.There was no sound at all.

The people behind him were cautious, and the place where the corner of the mouth was punched did not hurt much anymore.The red eye sockets of the person behind him were reflected in his mind, Wen Yingyao didn't know why he was promoted, but at that moment, there was an impulse in his body, wanting to take him to the place where there were only the two of them.

He——Wen Yingyao couldn't understand himself.

He wanted to see what was under the red rope.

Pausing for a while, Wen Yingyao straightened his words. Just as he was about to say something, there was another bump from behind.

Unprepared, Wen Yingyao laughed outright.

This kid is so clueless.

Ping Sheng was like a frightened little wolf, backing up several steps in a row, and his eyes immediately changed to a bit of alertness, but after hearing Wen Yingyao's laughter, he retreated into full anxiety and uneasiness.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose." Wen Yingyao turned around and said, "It's my fault for disturbing your rest." After thinking about it, the smile grew bigger: "Student, are you so angry when you wake up?"

Ping Sheng hesitated at the beginning, thinking of the worst consequences in his heart, and was about to say "it's okay" in a murmur, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, his whole face turned red. Looking at Wen Yingyao's teasing face, he didn't know what to say. up.After a while, when Wen Yingyao finished laughing, Ping Sheng defended himself in a low voice: "It's actually not that big..."

It took Wen Yingyao a lot of effort to hold back his laughter.

How is this kid so funny.

"What's your name?"

"Pingsheng."

"flat?"

"Well, it's safe and flat."

Wen Yingyao nodded, "Life?"

Ping Sheng raised his head and smiled, "The word "sheng" when the sun rises."

Wen Yingyao felt that he was quite uneducated.

"Go back to class, it's okay."

Ping Sheng nodded, turned around and walked back very docilely.

☆, peel a mango

Most of the courses in the third year of senior high school are boring, either doing papers over and over again, or talking about papers back and forth.The previous English class was like this. The new class has been finished long ago, and the mock papers of the college entrance examination in various provinces and cities are taken in turn. It seems to be endless and endless.The answer is very fast, except for filling in the blanks, composition and translation, a total of four letters, a matter of a few minutes.

Due to the limited course time, an English class will not be used to complete a paper, but usually to do multiple-choice questions.The same is true for Wen Yingyao, but during the inspection session, he did not directly report the answer as usual, but asked each student to stand up and give his answer according to his student number.

Whether it was right or wrong, Wen Yingyao would always ask why.

When encountering a question with a relatively high rate of wrong answers, Wen Yingyao will use the simplest method to explain clearly, but often ends up going around his own career.After all, English is one of the common languages ​​of diplomacy, and there are more outrageous mistakes in international occasions than those made in the exam papers of the students.

It's also much more fun.

Fun is fun.The mistakes made on those important occasions are not as simple as a light cross on the paper, but behind it is the image and honor of a country.

When you are a student, you can fail to answer the questions, and you can answer the wrong questions. The highest price is only a few comments from the teacher.But will you allow yourself to make mistakes so easily when you have an entire country behind you?

When Wen Yingyao said these things, he still had a gentle and funny look, but there was no laughing and joking in the classroom a few minutes ago. Everyone silently lowered their heads and carefully looked at where they made mistakes.

Ping Sheng hadn't recovered from Wen Yingyao's "wake-up breath", half of the class time he didn't dare to look at Wen Yingyao on the podium.But when Wen Yingyao said this, the students all lowered their heads, but Ping Sheng raised his head, staring at Wen Yingyao for a moment, and could hardly move his eyes.

The person on the podium spoke neither high nor low, his voice was magnetic and pleasant to hear.Especially speaking English.Sometimes even a blank face can make people feel a slight smile.

Teacher Wen is a teacher who makes people feel close.

Ping Sheng seemed to have forgotten to blink, Wen Yingyao looked at him in a daze, and smiled even wider, but he didn't say anything, and his eyes only stayed there for a moment.

There was noise from the playground in the distance, whistles were blown, and cheers abounded.

Some get far away, some want to be closer.

"Number 24." Wen Yingyao continued to the next question.

On the 24th... Wu Hong came over with his elbow.

There was a bang, the back of the chair hitting the back seat, accompanied by Yang Zhuo's hiss.

"Hmm..." Ping Sheng felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, as if he was short-sighted, staring at the letters in the brackets on the left, "Choose, choose B..."

Wen Yingyao nodded, "Don't be nervous, tell me why?"

"Because..." Ping Sheng didn't know whether it was right or wrong. His English was really not good. Sometimes he could get a few questions right based on his feeling, but he really couldn't answer those few reasons. come up.

Wu Hong quickly circled a word on his paper, and poked it with a pen for Ping Sheng to read. He almost poked a hole, and Ping Sheng lowered his head slightly to confirm, stuttering: "Because...it's... "

Looking up, Wen Yingyao still looked at him with a good temper.

Suddenly he relaxed, as if he had made a mistake once, it's okay to do it again, Ping Sheng put down the paper in his hand, stood up straight and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I don't understand this question very well."

Wen Yingyao smiled, thought for a while, "Well, let me tell the story, please sit down."

Ping Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to sit down, when Wen Yingyao said, "Your tablemate is not good enough to you, you have to remind him, remember to get you a pair of magnifying glasses next time."

Yao Xingxing burst out laughing, Wu Hong's face turned red, he lowered his head and turned his pen nonchalantly.

Seeing Pingsheng standing stupidly, he didn't know whether to continue to sit or still stand, the young man lowered his head, holding the paper in his hand, and after a while he looked up at Wen Yingyao, with a troubled expression, Wen Yingyao became narrow-minded and continued to ask : "What did he point to you?"

Ping Sheng glanced at Wu Hong's confident look, and said the word in a low voice.

Wen Yingyao sighed, "Forget it, don't wear a magnifying glass, let's change to another tablemate."

This time, not only Yao Xingxing, but also the students laughed, and Ping Sheng couldn't hold back, his eyes were bent, and he laughed.

Wu Hong couldn't believe it, so he checked it again, and finally found out weakly that he had misunderstood the question...

Wen Yingyao has no shortage of humor, but he prefers to turn this kind of gentle humor into a sharp and poisonous tongue, which can not only impress the other party, but also preemptively strike at the negotiating table, step by step.

But for teaching students, a sharp tongue is completely unnecessary.Wen Yingyao's pronunciation is accurate, the story is humorous, and the language is humorous. After a class, the concentration of the students has been improved a lot.

Yao Xingxing was completely fascinated. A group of girls chattered and packed their things and went to the cafeteria for lunch.Pingsheng also sat in his seat and revised his answer.Yang Zhuo was starving to death, so he didn't care, he dragged Wu Hong and a group of boys and rushed out, and before leaving, he didn't forget to ask Ping Sheng what to eat.

Ping Sheng waved his hand, "You guys go first, I can do it."

Before the words were finished, the group of people had long since disappeared.

When Xu Boshu sneaked in from the back door, he almost prayed to God, and when he saw that there was only one promotion in the classroom, he almost burst into tears.

"Sincerity leads to spirit, and sincerity leads to spirit." Xu Boshu muttered, put down his schoolbag and slumped on Wu Hong's seat.

"You didn't come this morning, and Teacher Li still asked you during the class exercises. What are you going to say later?" Ping Sheng flipped through the textbook to find grammar points, then turned to look at Xu Boshu, "What's wrong with you?"

Xu Boshu was sweating profusely, looking at Pingsheng as if he was looking at the savior, "They caught me and won't let me go..."

"Then how did you get away?" Ping Sheng put down his pen and frowned.

"They asked me to take you there..." Xu Boshu slumped his shoulders and grimaced, "They insisted that we were together because of what happened last time. Pingsheng, I, I didn't do it on purpose...I really can't help it ..."

"It's okay." Ping Sheng didn't care, "We were originally together."

Xu Boshu smiled wryly.

"When?"

"At ten o'clock tonight, at Paijiekou."

"Understood. I will go." Ping Sheng got up to pack his things. He was a little hungry. He turned to see Xu Boshu with a dazed expression, and said with a smile, "Let's go. Only when we are full will we have the strength to fight."

The business in the bar street has not been particularly good these two days, and the proprietress is swearing more and more every day.Ping Sheng ate dinner here as usual, and was going to do his homework for a while before telling Lu Zheng that he had gone back, so as not to make Lu Zheng suspicious.

Lu Zheng really didn't notice, and brought a plate of fruit halfway, and told Ping Sheng to eat it while doing his homework.The mangoes are washed very clean, the smell is sweet and greasy, the color is bright yellow, and the edges are slightly green, all of them are plump.Ping Sheng didn't like to eat it very much, and found it troublesome to peel it off.Cherries ate a lot.

The sound insulation effect of the iron gate is not very good, the shrill voice of the proprietress is more piercing than the iron brush, so Pingsheng puts on the earphones and starts listening.

Not to mention the melodious sound of reading the questions, but mechanical and rigid, Ping Sheng lost his mind when he listened to it, thinking of Wen Yingyao's voice in the daytime, calm and unhurried.After finishing a listening session, without writing a few questions, Ping Sheng raised his head inadvertently, and saw Wen Yingyao in front of him, playing with a lighter and looking down at his English paper.

The earphones were taken off in a panic, Ping Sheng was completely dumbfounded, his mind went blank.The next second, the conditioned reflex stood up, covering the messy paper with both hands helplessly, and opened his mouth, "Wen—"

The word "teacher" stopped at Wen Yingyao's frivolous smile.

It was "Mr. Wen".

His mind calmed down instantly, Ping Sheng's eyes became colder, and his tone was not kind: "What are you doing here?"

Wen Yingyao didn't speak, raised his hand to light a cigarette, and said the words very naturally: "Little friend, supervise your studies."

Ping Sheng almost believed him, supervising you!

The figure of the proprietress flashed outside the door, Ping Sheng endured it, and continued to ask patiently: "Mr. Wen, what do you want to drink, I'll send someone to get it."

Wen Yingyao chuckled, and the cigarette ash fell on the white rolled noodles. After a while, he pressed his thumb on it, and Wen Yingyao lifted it up to take a closer look, twirling his index finger slightly, calm and composed.Just when Ping Sheng's patience was almost exhausted, he heard Wen Yingyao's voice making it clear: "Your English listening is too poor."

Ping Sheng shook the palm of his hand, trying his best to restrain his urge to punch him.Take a deep breath, lower your voice, and grit your teeth: "What do you want?"

"Peel me a mango." Wen Yingyao smiled, "I'll teach you how to do this."

Ping Sheng felt that this person was simply insane.No matter how vigilant he is at all times, he can't keep up with the crazy train of thought.

The proprietress seemed to be looking for Lu Zheng.Ping Sheng glanced at the time, there was still half an hour, and there was still a long way to go to Paijiekou from here, if Lu Zheng came over later, he would definitely not be able to leave for a while.At the moment, he ignored Wen Yingyao, didn't give him half a look, stuffed his schoolbag in a few seconds, put it on his shoulder and went out the door.

The sound of the door being slammed was loud, and half of the cigarette ash was knocked off by the sound wave. Wen Yingyao didn't care, raised his hand to snuff out the cigarette, and followed him out.

☆, magic fighting

Pingsheng likes running very much, especially while chewing sugar, the sugar is broken into small pieces, chattering, chattering, very naughty.At this time, the shadow is moving forwards and backwards under the street lamps, lengthening and shortening, calculating the time, for example, how many street lamps can be passed by after chewing a candy, or how many candies can be eaten by a shadow after running Sugar is a very interesting thing.The evening wind passes through the armpits, bulging and oscillating, as if a pair of wings are about to leap out.Pingsheng strode across the corner, stopped and touched his pocket.Just as the three candies were finished, we arrived at Paijiekou.After a section of traffic lights, Ping Sheng turned around and looked at the green belt next to him. From the corner of his eye, a black car drove over from a distance and stopped in front of the red light just like him.

Ping Sheng turned around and walked towards the green belt, took off the schoolbag on his shoulder, stuffed it under a short bush, and kicked it twice.After taking two steps back, seeing that nothing could be seen from the outside, I turned around again and walked to the entrance of the zebra crossing.

The black car didn't move, it was still parked in place.

Ping Sheng looked back strangely, put his hands in his pockets, and ignored it.

Wen Yingyao pointed the steering wheel with his index finger, and after watching Pingsheng's unsloppy movements, he leaned on his seat and smiled amusingly.

So interesting.

Xu Boshu didn't come.

Ping Sheng looked at the three faintly fading sparks at the end of the corridor, and walked in.

Xu Boshu was very interesting. He called halfway, and the phone vibrated non-stop. Ping Sheng answered it without moving his eyes.

"Pingsheng...my mother knows..." Xu Boshu obviously seemed to have cried on the phone, and he must have been beaten badly.

Pingsheng let out an oh, and stopped.

"My mother saw that I stayed with Hongmao this morning, and that I was ripped off by them, and she saw it too..." Xu Boshu's voice became hoarse, "...my father almost beat me to death..."

"Don't go, I can pay back the money tomorrow." Xu Boshu twitched. Suddenly, there was a sound of closing the door on the other end of the phone, and Xu Boshu's mother snatched Xu Boshu's phone, "Who are you calling? Another What nonsense friends?"

Ping Sheng pouted, and was about to hang up when Xu Boshu's mother screamed angrily: "Are you in touch with this kid? Tell me honestly, did he bring you down? It's a pity that I pleaded with your father." Said you were too stressed..."

"Mom! No! Pingsheng helped me several times—give me your phone—ah!"

"You're capable now! Don't think I won't do anything to you...help you?! He came from a messy place, and my mother is so nonsense—"

Pingsheng turned off the phone expressionlessly and continued walking.

Halfway there, Ping Sheng raised his head to look at the sky, the clouds were thick, the moonlight was as dark as a pond, and he couldn't see the bottom at a glance.

Pingsheng paused slightly and turned around slowly.

"Yo", being grabbed by the shoulder, the red hair said lazily: "You want to leave now?"

Fat and thin yellow hair surrounded him from left to right, "Boss, Xu Boshu hasn't come yet."

"Leave him alone. I want him to come." Hongmao stared at Pingsheng up and down, contemptuously, "Just Xu Boshu, that bastard, will come this time? Tsk... don't we catch him every time?! "

"It's only 3000 yuan, and we are exhausted."

"What do you want to do." Ping Sheng pulled the hand off his shoulder, "Tell me, I will accompany you."

Xu Boshu's mother's words were still in his ears. He didn't know why he wanted to retreat for a moment, but now, he was not afraid of anything.

"The tone is quite loud." Hongmao couldn't get used to it. Just as he was about to say something, Ping Sheng raised his hand suddenly and slammed Hongmao's nose hard!

"Fuck——" Hongmao lowered his head, and before he saw the blood, he felt something rushing down, "Fuck! Don't let him go, I'll kill him!"

The fat yellow hair was in a hurry, and he took out a small knife from somewhere, holding it with trembling hands, pointing at the cold-looking Pingsheng, with a trembling tone: "Calm down..."

The red hair was about to die of anger, and pushed the thin yellow hair away irritably, choking on his throat, "Damn..."

Pingsheng took two steps forward expressionlessly.

The fat yellow hair was completely frightened, "Boss... he, he..."

Hongmao also frowned, never seen someone so eager to die.Their kind of hooligans are at most intimidating and intimidating people. If they really get to the point of seeing blood... Hong Mao thinks carefully, these few times he has seen blood himself.Oh shit.

Bare feet are not afraid to wear shoes.

What are they afraid of?

The red hair tilted his head and wiped his nosebleed, grabbed the small knife that was not stable in the fat yellow hair's hand, and smiled slyly. The next moment, before everyone could react, he held the knife handle directly towards Ping Sheng's shoulder stab!

No one knew there was a fifth person present.

The fifth man was tall and tall, with swift and swift movements. He directly pulled Ping Sheng towards him, and struck back hard with his wrist.Next, he raised his leg and kicked the red hair mercilessly!

The red hair was kicked a few meters away, and even the painful groans could not be heard.

The fat, thin, yellow-haired man was so anxious that he even used a fruit knife, gesticulating desperately at the fifth person.

Wen Yingyao was convinced.

He didn't like this kind of not... decent self very much.

But there is no way, who told him to save face and meddle in other people's business.

After three fists and two kicks to get rid of the fat and thin yellow hair, Wen Yingyao brushed off his jacket that had fallen to the corner of the wall, and the neckline that was opened casually in the bar was pulled impatiently again, and walked towards Pingsheng who was standing stupidly on the side .

Ping Sheng looked at Wen Yingyao, who was sloppy and a bit stern, and just about to say something, he heard Wen Yingyao sneer unceremoniously: "Didn't you fight hard just now? When the knife came, you still pretended to be a hero with your neck stuck. Are you going to leave?"

Ping Sheng lowered his head, and after a while, his tone was very calm: "Then don't help me fight."

Wen Yingyao also found it hard to understand.After thinking for a while, it was still funny. Hearing Wen Yingyao's laughter, Ping Sheng raised his head in doubt, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but only heard a joke: "Fight?" Corrected in a straight voice: "I call it fighting."

The clouds move, the moon shines softly.The area around Paijiekou is full of hustle and bustle and bright neon lights.The strange thing is that I didn't feel the slightest in the alley just now, as if I had experienced a magical baptism. At this moment, the time returned to the dial.

The black car before was Wen Yingyao's car.Ping Sheng was not surprised to see his schoolbag in the back seat, and didn't say anything.

As soon as Wen Yingyao sat in the driver's seat, he hissed.

Ping Sheng kept his eyes straight.

Wen Yingyao's voice was even louder.

Pingsheng: ...

After a while, he turned his head, "You—"

Maybe it was accidentally scratched by a fruit knife during the "fighting" just now, and Wen Yingyao's right hand had a few bloodstains on the tiger's mouth, and the color became thicker and thicker.

The wound was small but deep.

Pingsheng's expression moved slightly, but he remained silent.

Wen Yingyao looked at the wound, and it really hurt, "Did you know that saliva can be disinfected?"

When Pingsheng turned his head, Wen Yingyao directly stretched out his right hand in front of him, with a look of waiting, "Lick it?"

Ping Sheng endured it, and seeing that abominable hand was cheeky and not showing any tendency to withdraw, he gritted his teeth and said, "Why don't you lick it yourself."

After finishing speaking, Pingsheng didn't want to continue this topic.Open the door, get out of the car, close the door, walk to the back door, open the door, sit in and hold your schoolbag, never pay attention to Wen Yingyao again.

Wen Yingyao found it really interesting. After thinking about it, he felt that he had given himself a lot of bottom line this time, so he made an inch of it: "Then why don't you go back and help me peel a mango?"

……

"roll."

☆、Milk candy

Halfway through the drive, the two turned around and went to the hospital.

Wen Yingyao didn't take the injury on his hand seriously.It was even more impossible for Pingsheng to ignore him.But when Wen Yingyao turned his hand to put the towel in the storage box under the back seat, two drops of blood fell on the back of Pingsheng's hand.

The car window was half open, and the April night wind was as gentle as a whisper.It shouldn't feel half cool.However, Ping Sheng looked down at the blood splattered along the veins on the back of his hand, as if he had been injected with a tube of ice water, it was bone-chillingly cold.

Close your eyes and it's chaos.

Aunt Zheng pushed him away in horror, and his mother was picked up by two people, with blood dripping from her hair, splashing on his face and the back of his hands.

"Go to the hospital."

Ping Sheng lowered his head and wiped away the sticky blood that had slipped down between his fingers, and spoke hoarsely.

"What?" Wen Yingyao controlled the steering wheel with his left hand and looked at Pingsheng through the rearview mirror, "What's wrong with you?"

"Go to the hospital." Ping Sheng stared at Wen Yingyao's indifferent eyes in the rearview mirror, his gaze was very serious.

"..."

Wen Yingyao doesn't care, just go, why look at him like this, he is not three years old.

This little brat.

When he arrived at the hospital, Wen Yingyao lay on a makeshift hospital bed waiting for the wound to be treated.Ping Sheng stood outside the door against the wall the whole time and did not speak. If Wen Yingyao hadn't called out every few minutes, he wouldn't have known if Ping Sheng had left.

"That... that? Kid?" Wen Yingyao had nothing to do, and started to tease people again.

Ping Sheng hummed, and then fell silent.

Wen Yingyao became addicted to cigarettes, and his mouth was flustered, "Have you left? Didn't come over to chat. Shall I teach you how to do the questions?"

"..." Ping Sheng kicked the legs of the metal chair on the spot, took off his schoolbag and rummaged through it, took out his homework, and found two other toffees.

The rustling sound of peeling candy wrappers, Wen Yingyao's ears are better than anything else, "What are you eating?"

Ping Sheng ignored it, chewing loudly in his mouth, and automatically covered it up.Turning the pen in his hand, looking at the English reading, he began to read the questions with a sinking heart.

"Hey." Wen Yingyao blew on the little nurse's right hand that had just been treated, and took the initiative to ignore the little nurse's suppressed smile, and instructed the little nurse who was about to leave with the metal plate, "Help me pull that wolf cub in. I want to see what I'm eating behind my back, I don't know if I haven't eaten dinner yet? Tsk, for saving your life, you just eat sugar behind my back?"

Thanks to his good looks, Wen Yingyao really seemed to be talking about it.The little nurse met Wen Yingyao's eyes twice, and her face blushed immediately. Before Wen Yingyao could say anything else, she nodded and went outside to call Ping Sheng.

On the contrary, Ping Sheng couldn't take it anymore, walked in with a face of patience, raised his hand and threw a candy on Wen Yingyao, after throwing it, he went out again.

One second is too much to watch.

Wen Yingyao was so-so and satisfied, he peeled off the candy with one hand and stuffed it into his mouth, slurring his words: "How old are you... still eat candy? This is too sweet... milk flavor? I don't like milk candy very much... ...if I hadn't starved to death..."

Ping Sheng thought for a while, got up and closed the door.

Wen Yingyao narrowed his eyes sinisterly, implying something: "Little friend, the behavior of crossing the river and demolishing bridges is not in line with morality, intelligence, physical beauty—"

"Shut up!" Ping Sheng roared in a low voice.

Wen Yingyao almost bit his tongue, so he obediently ate candy.

Inside and outside the door, the two candies were both aggrieved.

Worried about the infection of the wound, the little nurse suggested hanging a bottle of water. Wen Yingyao thought of the fruit knife and felt a little apprehensive, so he nodded and agreed.

"What is that bastard doing?" Wen Yingyao glanced at the door that was ajar.

"Doing homework." The little nurse adjusted the drip speed, "Would you like to sleep for a while?"

Wen Yingyao put a cigarette under his nose and sniffed it casually, ignoring the little nurse's kind reminder: "Let him come in for a nap."

The little nurse was taken aback, "Ah, good."

After a while, Wen Yingyao didn't say anything when the little nurse came in with a embarrassed face.

Wen Yingyao didn't know how he fell asleep.

When I woke up, the sky was bright.There was a strong smell of disinfectant in the air.The sound of metal machinery colliding, cold and stubborn, without a trace of emotion, made him return to the moment when he woke up from that nightmare a few months ago.

Wen Yingyao touched his forehead, his thoughts gradually returned to why he was in the hospital.

When the little nurse came in, she smiled, "Are you awake?"

Wen Yingyao nodded politely, and said in a low voice, "Excuse me..." He tried to get up with his right hand, when suddenly there was a sharp pain in his thumb joint.

"Don't move your right hand!" The little nurse stepped forward to check.

It was only then that Wen Yingyao realized that the wound on the tiger's mouth on his right hand looked quite deep.

He can't remember at all.The memory was hollowed out again for no reason, how could he be injured.

"Excuse me," Wen Yingyao said carefully, "what's going on?"

The little nurse tilted her head and looked at Wen Yingyao up and down.No matter how you look at this gentle, decent, and elegant man in front of you, he is quite different from the casual, slightly evil man last night.

Although too handsome.

"What's going on? You're injured... By the way, that kid bought you breakfast, and he said he went to class, here—" the little nurse pointed to the white plastic bag on the table beside her.

"Which kid?" Wen Yingyao frowned, he really couldn't figure out what the situation was.

"It's the kid who gave you sweets." The little nurse was also a little strange, pointing to the bottom of Wen Yingyao's white shirt, and picked up the