Against the current Hengdao

Waking up early in the morning, both Ling He and Yan Xiaodao seem to have slept soundly, sharing the same bed in peace and good spirits.On the other hand, Fairy Mao looked helplessly tired, as if she hadn't slept all night, with two disfiguring big dark circles on her long, thin oval face, she was beaten back from the fairyland to the mortal world overnight.

Miss Mao was so worried that she pricked up her ears to listen to the movement all night, only to hear the slight snoring of the two reserved and stupid men in time with each other, nothing happened.

Several people had breakfast at the small restaurant next to the hotel.Yan Xiaodao shouted to the waiter: "Another bowl of steamed eggs with fermented rice, and a tray of steamed buns with crab roe!"

Yan Xiaodao put the newly served fermented eggs and steamed buns in front of Ling He: "Eat more, the young man will replenish his body."

Ling He's momentum surged up immediately, and he retorted: "What should I make up for? Am I weak?"

Yan Xiaodao couldn't see the real intention on his face, and smiled faintly: "You are not false, you are just in your prime."

"..." Ling He was not weak in body but a little weak in heart this morning. Hearing what Yan Xiaodao said, colorful bloodshots appeared in his ears, and the bloodshots turned into a burst of red tide.Did Yan Xiaodao see it?I heard?Impossible, I didn't make any sound last night, I gritted my teeth and suppressed all the secret and shameful breathing behind the bathroom door.He is especially good at disguising and suppressing his true emotions.

Yan Xiaodao didn't see or hear anything.

But he knew that last night Ling He turned over and got out of bed, and stayed in the bathroom for half an hour before tiptoeing out, every deliberately light footstep was a guilty conscience and eagerness to cover it up, young master, did you have diarrhea in the middle of the night?

After all, I am five years older than you, Mr. Ling, and I have rich experience and done serious business.Linghe, you are 23 years old this year. Master Dao has tasted the forbidden fruit since he was 16 years old. What have you never experienced? ... Yan Xiaodao sighed, looking at Ling He's statue-like beautiful and dignified profile with glimmering eyes, he couldn't help but feel sad for this man because of all kinds of guesses and speculations in his heart.

Linghe...

Ever since he injured his foot, was abducted by Mr. Ling and placed under house arrest, and then went all the way south to investigate the old case, this period of time was also an opportunity for Yan Xiaodao to get to know the person in front of him completely again.In front of him, Ling He has never been so simple, straightforward and transparent as it is now; it is almost as transparent as Liang Youhui, and it can be seen through at a glance, although Ling He is not stupid and sweet anyway.

Miss Mao said that Linghe had psychological barriers to some things, or even worse physical barriers, and had never had any emotional experience. Yan Xiaodao felt that he could guess the reason.

He now has a new perspective on many things.Looking back now, he made a surprise attack late at night wishful thinking, kissed and begged for sex like a hungry wolf, but was stared at and rejected; He dragged a pair of injured feet and pleaded with difficulty in front of him, willing to make a physical transaction in exchange for his "betrayal" after changing hands...Ling He must have gone through difficult times, and his ignorance and stupidity are just because Ling He River's teenage nightmares and traumas add a refreshing seasoning.

Under the guise of affection, but didn't cherish the other party at all, it's really fucked.

At that time, he didn't know Ling He well.If things can be repeated again, he will use a better way to protect the relationship between the two, so as not to cause the confrontation of swords and soldiers later.It's just about feelings, it seems that the past has passed, and it is difficult to pick it up again.

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At the hour of getting up early to catch up with classes, the flow of bicycles on campus began to flow from the dormitory area to the scattered teaching buildings from a certain moment. Stained tenderly on the tires.

Chen Jin rushed out from the building, carrying her schoolbag on one shoulder chicly, got on her bicycle and shuttled skillfully among the crowd, and stopped beside the breakfast stall on the sidewalk: "Two tea eggs, six steamed buns."

He went back to the dormitory to sleep last night, while Qi Yanxuan stayed at his parents' house.

Qi Yanxuan sent him a text message this morning, saying that he was waiting for him in the classroom.Chen Jin already regretted it, knowing that she was an asshole for having another cramp last night, so she deliberately bought breakfast for two, and she will coax Xiaoxuan gently after meeting.

The gates of the campus are open and undefended, and it is not surprising that strange faces often come in and out.Mao Zhixiu parked his car in front of the dormitory building, leaned out the car window and asked passing students: "Student, is this the 28th floor? Civil engineering majors live in this building?"

Girl Mao's voice is not loud, but her words are clear and sharp, and she can penetrate her ears amidst the noisy traffic of people and vehicles and the sound of horns.

After Madam Mao finished asking, she turned her head and said, "Boss Ling, this is the building, go up and look for it!"

It was just such a simple sentence, and Chen Jin's ears caught wind, and he turned his face halfway to glance at the car and the people in it.

Perhaps it was because he was sought out and interrogated too many times by people from all walks of life, including the police. Every time, he was forced to take off his disguise, forced him not to forget his humble origin, and was not allowed to start his life again. Or maybe it was him who was so frightened... Chen Jin felt that someone was trying to trouble him again, trying to untie the ugly rotten scars on his body.

He once ran into Lu Qingyang who came to work on campus by chance, and the bastard and scum welfare director back then recognized him at a glance.However, the more scumbags are in the crevices of the society where the filth and filth are hidden, the better they become.Lu Qingyang, dressed in a suit, leather shoes, greasy hair and noodles, smiled hypocritically in front of him, mocked him, and threatened him, saying, "You son of a murderer was admitted to the best university in our Sanjiang area", "Your teacher Does the classmate know that a pile of rotten flesh and bones of your own father is on the TV news hahaha"...

Of course, the most important thing is that when the wind hit his ears, he heard the word "Ling", Boss Ling.

The memory of childhood is not clear, sometimes the more reluctant to recall a piece of the past, but the more deeply engraved in my mind, lingering for a long time, after years of precipitation and screening, what is left in the end is a bunch of scattered and trivial things memory puzzle.These fragments can't put together a complete thing, but picking out any one of them alone is enough to make him tremble with fear - such as the surname "Ling".

Are there many people surnamed Ling in your life?

Not much, not so coincidental.

Chen Jin covered her face with her turned up collar, lowered her face and slammed onto the bicycle, with the two breakfasts he bought hanging on the handlebar.He didn't bother to go to the classroom to join Qi Yanxuan, and his back quickly disappeared into the vast army of bicycles...

Linghe and the others failed to find the target person in the dormitory of the Civil Engineering Department.

They then rushed to the classroom where the class was held.The elders and the younger ones have not been to campus for several years. Linghe and Zhixiu basically did not study in the mainland, and Yan Xiaodao did not have the honor of being admitted to a university.Mao Zhixiu asked him casually: "What major did Mr. Yan study before, so that he is so capable?" Yan Xiaodao didn't feel ashamed at all, and said straightforwardly: "I learned several crafts, such as driving a machine tool, driving an excavator, etc. I also can!"

They walked through the wide corridors of the teaching building, passed the steaming hot water boiler and the toilet that smelled of biochemical poison for thousands of years, and finally touched this classroom with their noses covered.

This is the inter-professional public course "Ma Zhe" in the university. There is a black cloud in the small auditorium, and only the tops of the students' round heads can be seen. They don't know what they are aiming at. Anyway, none of them are really serious. I am pondering the esoteric materialist philosophical theory.

A middle-aged female professor with black-rimmed glasses and short hair combed to the ears is taking roll call before class.

The female professor looked up blankly and glanced at the uninvited guests at the door, holding the microphone in her hand, and continued to click on her student list.

Female professor: "Chen Jin?"

Among the sparse rows of students at the end of the auditorium, a thin boy answered lightly, "Yes."

The students around looked back at the boy, and they tacitly kept silent, and everyone knew that it was not Chen Jin.Answering "yes" for each other is too common in the classroom, especially in boring subjects such as "Ma Zhe", "Editorial", and "Theory of Life" where everyone sits in a daze and hatches eggs in class.Two people come to each dormitory for each class, and everyone takes turns to answer "yes".

Yan Xiaodao's eyes are very poisonous, he scanned Qi Yanxuan's face, facial features and shoulders and upper body, and quickly came to a conclusion: "It's not him, Chen Jin didn't come to class at all!"

Yan Xiaodao had seen the old photos of the main criminal Chen Jiu in the official plan report, and also seen the file photos of Chen Jin when he was young.With his judgment of face recognition, a photo is enough, Chen Jin will definitely not look so innocent and harmless.

The female professor turned her head to look at them again in slow motion: Ah, isn't it him?

Mao Zhixiu stuck out her tongue, took the two masters with both hands, quickly flashed out of sight of the classroom door, and slipped away.The campus atmosphere is really not suitable for them, making the three of them seem to have entered the wrong garden and are out of tune with the surroundings.

Qi Yanxuan slowly buried his face between the pages of the postgraduate entrance examination textbook, not wanting others to read his gaffe, it was extremely uncomfortable.Such a quarrel happened last night. He sent a text message to Chen Jin, but the other party didn't reply, didn't come to class, and didn't come to him again...

The entire afternoon and evening that followed, Qi Yanxuan spent in extreme depression and aimless wandering around the city.It is rare to see a sunny day in Sanjiang, which is shrouded in cloud and rain in Wushan all the year round, but whether the weather is beautiful or not depends on the mood of each person. A lost heart under the scorching sun is quickly cooled and dried, and there is no twist Tenderness comes.

Qi Yanxuan carried his schoolbag of reference books on his back, shuttled between the glimpses of this familiar city, and hurriedly searched for several places that he and Chen Jin often visited.Before Chen Jin was admitted to university, she rented a hut in an old residential building on the outskirts of the city.The 60-year-old red brick building is now dilapidated, with incomplete bricks and tiles, and a big "demolition" character painted on the door.The landlady replied to him with a hostile face: "I can't move here for a long time, this house will be demolished in a few days!"

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In the "Yundong" bar, the red and green spotlights in the dance floor are sprayed into the sky, and patterns full of wine, sex and emotion are drawn on the ceiling.The heat of the dance floor is in stark contrast to the guests who are alone in the dark corner on the other side. The layout of the entire bar is like a Tai Chi picture, with half light and half darkness, half of which is burning flames, and the other half is deep sea water.

This is actually a gay bar in the circle, and they've all been there before.

Qi Yanxuan's lonely expression was reflected in the drink in his glass, and he lowered his hair and sent a text message: [Brother, I know why you are unhappy, don't be sad, I am in Yundong, are you coming? 】

Qi Yanxuan is also a handsome boy, with a thin layer of hair covering his forehead, and his inner eyelids sweep out natural smoke at the end of his eyes.Naturally, some people like his sip, and there is a young man who is drinking at a table in the distance, and he has been staring at him for a long time.

The waiter serving the wine saw that Xiao Qi was kind-hearted, and was willing to chat with him without a tip: "Student, lost love? Was dumped?"

Qi Yanxuan shook his head: "No, he won't dump me."

The tender face of the waiter was full of sophistication and sophistication that had seen through the vicissitudes of life: "Nothing lasts forever in love, and everyone is just passing by by fate! So you came here, and I came here too , who hasn't been dumped by a partner?"

On Qi Yanxuan's handsome face, there was a pair of calm eyes, and his expression was also very stubborn and determined: "He just has a knot in his mind, and I'm afraid that if I find out, it would be too embarrassing to look down on his family background, but I already knew it.

"I understand what the threshold is that he can't get over. I know that his father was a murder suspect back then, and I also know that his father died a long time ago... He didn't trust me or himself, so he gave up easily. There are many more important things in being a human being.”

Qi Yanxuan eavesdropped on his parents' speech through the crack of the bedroom door, and his father once said that he had slipped up.

The waiter was speechless for a while, subconsciously drank half of the glass for him, and quickly poured another glass for the guest: "This road is too difficult, please take care, little benefactor."

Qi Yanxuan didn't wait for anyone, and when he came out of the "cloud cave", the night was already dark, and the alleys were quiet and the passenger flow was gradually thinning out.His slender shadow was reflected on the long dark road, and this handsome face of a scholar was cast by the street lamps.

Qi Yanxuan looked like a good student from a respectable family, a self-respecting and well-behaved boy, not to mention carrying a schoolbag on his shoulders.Before he could walk out of the shadow of the alley and see the street lights on the main road, someone slapped him on his schoolbag: "Student boy~~~"

The young man in the bar has a pair of slightly unscrupulous peach eyes, and a man's eyebrows are squinting.Brother Young Master took his drunken swaying steps, and reached out his hand to touch Xiao Qi's chin in the next step: "Student boy, can't you sleep alone? My brother will be free to accompany you tonight, so you won't be able to think about it. Hehe..."

Qi Yanxuan waved away the opponent's hand, and his temperament was not weak in front of outsiders: "Who wants you to accompany me?!"

He turned around and left, but the other party ripped off his schoolbag.There are also reference books and exercise books that he has reviewed for several months in the schoolbag, which are extremely important to him.Qi Yanxuan turned around to fight for the schoolbag, the two tugged violently, two accomplices of the young master wandered out from the shadows, one left and one right pressed Qi Yanxuan against the wall, those grinning faces cast messy light and shadow in his terrified eyes, Pressing his face to force a kiss...

Under the flickering lights of the alley, another person stepped out quickly. His figure was even more lonely and lonely, but he was by no means weak or deceitful.

Chen Jin walked around the bar, and then came all the way to find him. At that moment, an unusual hostility burst out of his face.He still cares about feelings and Xiaoxuan.

Chen Jin's eyes instantly burst into blood red. At that moment, even he himself didn't know that he could become like that.He casually picked up an iron hook from someone's door, and when he dropped the hook, blood splashed from one person's back shoulder...

Howling, fighting, beating, fighting back, chasing each other... In the alley, several people fought together. Chen Jin's browbones and arms were red, but she showed no fear or softness.Perhaps the violent factor flowing in his veins has been indelible, as if he was branded on the center of his brow when he was born; or it may be due to his perennial self-abandonment and laissez-faire mentality, in his own subconscious, he also Acknowledge that this is what he would do.

When Mr. Ling slowly stepped out of the car in the hiding place, he deliberately picked a relatively safe timing, and there was no need to panic, let the silly boy suffer a few punches and kicks first.

As usual, Yan Xiaodao said naturally with the attitude of a big brother: "It's nothing serious, I'll clean it up."

Ling He pressed Xiaodao's wrist, and his talking eyes said everything: I'll go, you rest in the car.

Yan Xiaodao was not used to this kind of situation, he even hid in the car and watched other people roll up their sleeves and start a group fight?This is not his Yan Xiaodao.Ling He grasped his vocabulary, wondering how to speak without hurting Xiaodao's self-esteem, so he said, "You underestimate my fighting ability so much?"

Mr. Ling is not weak in fighting.Moreover, this man didn't roll up his sleeves and stretch his posture at all, so as not to damage his handsome appearance, his figure was always calm and elegant, like a walking model on a hanger.

With a "snap" in the dark, a thug No. 1 who was accompanying the son's elder brother was pinched by the wrist and thrown seven or eight meters away.

There was another "hiss".Brother Young Master himself was caught with a belt on his back waist, complained drunkenly, and then he was kicked on the back of his knees and forced to kneel down directly on Qi Yanxuan.

Brother Young Master looked back, he was sober from the wine, didn't this seem to be the mermaid he wanted to pick up at the restaurant by the river the day before yesterday?

The fish didn't even reach the mouth, and was directly sucked by the fish...

Thug No. 2 was slapped hard by a bony hand.The movement of that hand was very small, but the movement was so fast that the eyes were dazzled, and then pinched the guy's throat for a few seconds, making him dizzy and slump to the ground while struggling.Thug No. 1 tried to counterattack, but before he could reach him, he was kicked three times in the abdomen by a long leg, and flew out again and sat in the rotten vegetable basket by the door!

Linghe and Xiaodao have very different fighting styles, each has its own strengths, and both are in line with their respective identities.Xiaodao was born as a street fighting swordsman, and he has the attitude of opening and closing wildly in the rivers and lakes; while Linghe studied karate and fencing from a Western boxing coach. Very temperamental, the leaves do not stick to the body.

Yan Xiaodao in the car unknowingly poked his face out, staring at Ling He's tall and tall figure in a light-colored white dress, and was also in a trance and obsessed for a moment.

There was blood on Chen Jin's face, and two bloodstains flowed from the center of the brow bone and the corners of the eyes. The blood covered half of the face, showing a hideous look.He turned his face and yelled at Qi Yanxuan: "If you don't go back to school so late, you go out to bars to provoke these people? What are you making a fuss about?!"

Qi Yanxuan leaned against the wall and trembled: "...Brother, I'm sorry."

A word of sorry made Chen Jin soften again, she stopped cursing, and grabbed Xiaoxuan's wrist: "Come home with me."

"Stop." Under the lamp, Mr. Ling blocked Chen Jin's way with a shadow as cold as a sword's edge on the ground.

Chen Jin turned her head to see Ling He, her expression changed again.

Mr. Ling obviously doesn't know how to deal with a wild boy like Chen Jin who is at the bottom of the society. They stare at each other with cold and arrogant eyes. What are you going to talk about next?

Yan Xiaodao took a step forward from behind Ling He. The figure under the street lamp was thick and broad, and he said in a compassionate tone like a big brother covering a little brother: "The face and arms are injured like this. When I go back to school, people will see how to explain it. I have to waste a lot of time talking to your class teacher and the eldest sister of the dormitory building! Get in the car, classmate Chen, classmate Qi, I will take the two of you to the hospital first, and wrap up the wound!...Come with me!"