Coronation [Entertainment]

The moon is dark and the night is killing, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire.

It was very quiet in the alley, not a single ghost was there.

Gululu, Gululu.

Around the corner came the sound of wheels turning.

It was a wheelchair, and a man with a beard was sitting in the wheelchair. He was wearing a thin windbreaker in such a cold weather, and he looked like a disabled person who was quite depressed.

It's just that this man's legs are very long, and the size of the wheelchair doesn't seem to fit him, so the legs have to be placed weakly and slightly crossed, trying to squeeze such a big man into this cheap-looking chair.

The dew is deeper and the small alleys of the imperial capital are deep and mottled. It has just rained a little, and the ground is a little slippery.The wheels of the wheelchair were stained with some rainwater and smudges, rubbing them all over the man's hands. He didn't care, and walked forward slowly, with a firm back, as if he was walking slowly like this. One day, he would walk. to his destination.

"Xu Xian!"

The silence of the alley was broken by an impolite scolding.

"Are you quite capable?"

I can't hear the accent of any district, and the content of this sentence is very provocative.

The man in the wheelchair who had been looking down at the road raised his head slightly, looked at the punks standing opposite him with fists folded, and quickly lowered his eyes without any special reaction.

"Excuse me."

His voice was very calm and steady, not as flustered as ordinary people are when they are surrounded by so many people, not even a tone of surprise, as flat as water, without waves.

"Cripple, my master is talking to you."

The leading boy stretched out his hand and grabbed the handlebar of the wheelchair. With a little effort in his hand, he stretched out his hand and pushed Xu Xian's wheelchair to the side. If it wasn't for his tall stature and stable center of gravity , is likely to fall down.

"There's nothing to talk about, just wait for my lawyer's letter."

Xu Xian allowed the wheelchair to turn half a circle on the spot, and after it came to a steady stop, he adjusted the direction with his hands with some difficulty, aligned himself with his destination, and then walked forward slowly.

"Fuck | Your uncle, I have been telling you for a long time, you think I am farting!"

The leader of the middle class came forward and grabbed Xu Xian by the collar, and his strength was not small. If he was a little thinner, he would almost be lifted up by the whole person.

At this moment, the sound of two people talking came from the other end of the alley.

"Boss, the car is broken down, we don't have to lose our legs, just call the company and send another one." Judging from the voice, the person speaking should be a young boy, a local, the tall Jing Bai, in his tone There is also a trace of injustice.

"Forget it, one more thing is worse than one less thing. Why do people call you frivolous? It's good to go for a walk." The voice of the other person was deep and honest, very calm, and it sounded as gentle as jade.

The small alley was originally only a hundred or so meters away, and the two people approached while talking. At first, they didn't pay attention, thinking it was just a small gathering of high school students, but when they got closer, they realized that it was surrounded by a few half-sized people A man in a wheelchair.

"Emma! Hit! Hit, hit, hit... Jie?"

The young boy trembled with fright, subconsciously shrank behind the person beside him, but felt that it was inappropriate, so he managed to stabilize his mind and stretched out his hand to block the person.

The man blocked by him looked a bit dazzling. Although it is normal to wear a hat and mask in winter, that man still wore a pair of sunglasses at night, which tightly covered the contours of his entire face. .

"Boss, let's take a detour?" The little follower beside him tugged at the man's sleeve.

"Sir, do you need help?" The man ignored the little follower and looked at Xu Xian instead.

Through the sunglasses, Xu Xian couldn't see his eyes, but felt that the man's voice was very gentle. After being entangled by these people for a while, his hands and feet were numb from the cold. Hearing such a voice, he felt like a spring breeze.

Before Xu Xian could speak, the leader of the gangsters stood up and bumped into the man, and stared at him with blank eyes: "Hey, don't meddle in your own business."

"Sir, do you need help?"

The man simply ignored the little boss because of his height, his eyes were still looking at Xu Xian, and his voice was calm and persistent.

"A dog takes a mouse! You must be sick!"

The little boss probably felt that he was being ignored, or felt that the man's calmness made him a little guilty, so he stretched out his hand pretending to be strong and pushed him. Who knew that the man's figure was quite flexible, and he didn't wait for him to touch him. He turned his body to avoid it, and looked back at the little follower who had been petrified for a long time.

"Go around the corner and call the police. I can hold out for a while."

"Hello? Are you a demon spirit!" The little follower walked back in small steps almost at the same time as he received the order, making a gesture of dialing the phone and shouting.

"There is a sentry box near here, why don't we withdraw it."

The half-sized men in the back talked about the leader, and with Xu Xian, there were already three people on the other side. I don't know whether the little brat really called or was bluffing. Hearing the alarm, he was a little scared.

"If you don't want to leave a criminal record, stop it. You have to forgive and forgive." The man took a half step back and made a defensive posture. Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, he looked a bit weak of.

"Hmph, cripple, you should think about it."

The leading boy nodded his hand towards Xu Xian, and said hello: "Crap."

A group of people disappeared into the vast night in a blink of an eye.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, thank you."

Since there was no urge to rush forward to shake hands enthusiastically, Xu Xian just nodded to thank the man, slowly rocked the wheelchair, and then proceeded towards the goal he had set, passing him by.

"No thanks."

"That's right, that's Baochao Hutong, um, I'm sorry to bother you." The little follower actually made a phone call, turned around and saw Xu Xian was about to leave, and quickly shouted: "Hey, the police are coming soon, you You have to prove it for us."

Xu Xian didn't disagree, and still slowly rocked the wheelchair, grunting, grunting, like a snail moving forward with a heavy load.

"Forget it, since the problem is solved, call the police."

"But……"

The little follower bit his lip, thought for a while, and then called out to Xu Xian's back: "You...do you know who he is?"

no respond.

"He...he is Lin Zhen!"

Xu Xian didn't speak, his wheelchair stopped, and after a few seconds: "Lin Zhen?"

"Wen Chu, what nonsense are you talking about?" The voice of the man named Lin Zhen became a little hurried, stopping the little follower from shouting.

"I'm sorry sir, you can do what you want." He said apologetically, and led the little follower to walk in the opposite direction.

"But boss, now our family's exposure rate is not enough, this is an opportunity..."

The voices of the two people became farther and farther away. The man seemed to suppress the little follower. Gradually, the alley returned to silence.

It wasn't until this time that Xu Xian's wheelchair stopped. He turned his head and took a playful look at the deserted back alley.

Lin Zhen?Is it Lin Zhen?