I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

After all the examinations were completed, the two took the film and went back for a follow-up visit.Fortunately, there was nothing serious, but because of Qin Zhen's poor physique, the doctor prescribed a 10-day rehabilitation course to prevent his soft tissue damage from causing habitual dislocation.

Qin Zhen promised well in the consulting room, but went out of the hospital without paying the money.

Min Yang: "Aren't you going to do rehabilitation?"

"If you don't have medical insurance, if you don't do it, it will pass after a while. I don't believe that I can dislocate my hand with a mouse." As he said, Qin Zhen glanced at Min Yang from the corner of his eye.

The subtext in those eyes is self-evident: as long as you don't bite me again.

Min Yang stopped him: "I'll give it to you."

"Forget it." Qin Zhen shook his head, his pace resumed the unhurried pace when Min Yang first saw him, and walked in the direction he came from under the faint street light.

He was lying on the bed and did not dare to move. One arm was dislocated and the other was numb. It was not serious, but he had never experienced such a thing before, so he was half hurt and half frightened. Li cried pitifully.Now that the examination is done, it is like taking a reassurance. Except for the red eyes, everything is back to normal.

Maybe it was because he was helpless with Min Yang's existence, or he was used to Min Yang being next to him, so he asked casually, "Is the express delivery finished today?"

Min Yang: "..." Except for this T-shirt and these pants, how can he look like Feixian's delivery man?Just his face, at least should be at the level of endorsement for Feixian, right?

He searched around the intersection expressionlessly, trying to find a bank, find an ATM, grabbed the kid over to check the balance in his card, and made this money-seeking guy hug his thigh and cry bitterly Trembling... But he really couldn't figure out the structure of this small town, just about to open his mouth to ask, when he turned his head, he saw Qin Zhen was left far behind.

The boy held the cigarette lowly with his hand that was not easy to move, and with the other good hand, he took out the plastic lighter, and patiently ignited it. The sparks were very small and ethereal.

The night is falling, from Min Yang's point of view, Qin Zhen's crotch is like a signal tower on the sea, it will glow and flicker.

He walked back, took out the cigarette in Qin Zhen's hand, put it on his mouth, took out his own lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, inserted the cigarette back into the man's finger, and put the lighter into the place by the way. Men's trousers with side pockets.

Qin Zhen looked at Min Yang in confusion, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

After watching for a long while, he was so bored and wanted to sleep after watching the smoke that he finally raised his hand and took a sip, and turned his gaze to a building across the road.

The building has not yet been roofed, and it seems that the project took a long time, so that the protective fence around the building is divided into old and new, and the sand control net near the ground is wobbly.The whole building is telling the story of the difficult game process between government decision-making, developer planning, and lending banks.

Through the seemingly invisible smoke screen, Qin Zhen said slowly: "I can't die yet."

Of course I can't die.Min Yang said in his heart, you haven't successfully formed a bond with me yet, you died so casually, where can I find you again?

"You are late." Qin Zhen looked at him head-on, his melancholy eyes seemed to be looking at a difficult problem - he didn't know how to deal with it, so he had to tell the truth about his situation, "I owe a lot The debt must be repaid. I have already used the money to sell the equipment to others, and no matter how much money I have, I may not be able to return it to you first. What should I do?"

"Why do you owe it?" Min Yang didn't expect it, and it's not impossible to think about it again, "How much do you owe?"

"My dad hired the job on the construction site, and the fire prevention on the construction site didn't meet the standards, and everyone died when it caught fire." Qin Zhen paused, "Including my dad."

"..." Min Yang: "Where's your mother?"

"My mother is long gone." Qin Zhen said calmly, "I still have a stepmother, and after that incident, she is gone."

These "disappeared" seem to be subtly different from what he said: sad, longing, and helpless, which can be distinguished only by listening carefully.

It’s just that there are too many emotions and the world is too hasty to allow him to list them one by one. He is also too lazy to find accurate words for the unchangeable past events, and he can bring them over as soon as possible, so they are collectively called “gone”.

"The developer went bankrupt, the legal person was imprisoned, and the mortgage assets were all deducted in the bank. There was no way to pay compensation to the victim's family," Qin Zhen flicked the cigarette ash—his fingers could always be bent too far To a certain extent, it looks more like plant leaves that should grow in the sun, but hang down abruptly. "They came to me with a judgment and asked me to pay for it. They said that they would return the remaining assets to me after the court enforced it."

... He himself is still a half-grown child, even if this happened not recently?Perhaps even he himself was not satisfied when the incident happened, how could he bear such a heavy burden?

Min Yang: "Did the verdict order you to return it? Why do you still keep your house?"

"It is because my dad was not sentenced that the court cannot enforce the property." Qin Zhen tried hard to recall, "Probably because of the false documents issued during the inspection of fire protection facilities, the developer was sentenced to responsibility."

Min Yang felt unbelievable after hearing this: "Are you stupid? Are you not the victim's family?"

"But what they said is correct." During the conversation, Qin Zhen moved his hands, but he still stood in place, and his footsteps never moved. It's the same as not leaving after being knocked down and disabled. "The fire protection measures at the construction site are not done well, but my dad took over the project. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have gone."

Min Yang: "You say that, tell them to go to the family members of the legal person first."

Qin Zhen: "Run away."

"Why don't you run away?" Min Yang didn't know whether he should take back what he said earlier about being a little clever, "Once the house is sold, you go too."

Qin Zhen frowned slightly, threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it hard, extinguishing the last spark.

He looked around for a while, as if he couldn't remember where he was: "Where can I go? To change places is just to eat a little better than now, to live a little better than now, It won't change much. I don't even have a family, who cares? If you didn't come back today, I might die in the house."

Fortunately, they were standing near the intersection, otherwise there would be only one street lamp far away, and Min Yang might have missed the emotion in his eyes.

Occasionally Min Yang would be thankful that he lived long enough, otherwise he would really not be able to understand the moment just now - it was a dawn full of expectations, but when he got closer, he realized that it was actually a cruel reality, and in the end he had to pretend that he didn't care Simplified version of emotions.

The simplification is because no one wants to listen to his detailed description. The people who come to him are either demanding debts or urging their lives. Who cares how many meals he ate instant noodles and how many overnight stays he stayed up?

The simplification is because he has tried his best to tell everyone who could help him what happened to him, and now he finally understands that even if his story can win a few sympathies, that sympathy is not enough to change his life. situation.

The simplification is because he has gone through this disappointing process countless times, forming a reflex arc, so that he does not need to think more about the brain, as long as he thinks of a certain scene that happened before in words, the bluntness that has been added to his heart in those memories The pain will flow upstream on its own.

Perhaps even Qin Zhen didn't realize that that look betrayed his expectation and loneliness.

Min Yang put his palm on Qin Zhen's shoulder lightly - the position of the palm was indeed on Qin Zhen's shoulder, but he felt inexplicably as if it was pressing on his heart.

He asked cautiously, "Does it still hurt?"

"Of course," Qin Zhen put his back against his palm and said lazily, "I haven't reset it after taking it off for so long, it hurts so much."

Min Yang: "Rest when it hurts, don't play games. Next time someone comes, I'll help you get rid of them."

As he said that, Min Yang patted his arm to show that he was there, so don't panic.

Qin Zhen rolled his big eyes mercilessly, and when he rolled back, he landed on the huge five-colored flying fairy logo on Min Yang's body accurately: "Ask you?"

Although the words were harsh, he still couldn't help but put on a smile on his face, as if after eating a delicious meal, he wanted to taste carefully what kind of ingredients the dish was made of, thinking about it.

"When people come, you will know, many of them are small children." Qin Zhen compared several uneven heights with his hands, "There are also some families with several children, crying all the way, and sitting and crying when they come. , don’t beat me, don’t scold me, cry from morning to night. They really can’t help it, if they can live a good life, who wants to live like this.”

Looking at the wrist that was at most as thick as sugar cane, Min Yang thought of the camp bed that he couldn't even turn over, and the stuffy room without a fan. His heart ached from his heart to the root of his teeth: "They just cry? Then what's going on in your room?" Are they all gone?"

"I'm sure not everyone is so talkative. If I meet someone like you one day..." Qin Zhen looked at Min Yang from shoulder to chest to waist, abdomen and legs, "When I first saw you Just thinking, it’s over, it would be nice if you could leave the computer for me today.”

Min Yang: "..."

Qin Zhen pretended to be surprised: "You didn't sneak away while I was asleep."

Min Yang: "..."

Qin Zhen: "Sometimes a child sends me a message, saying brother Qin Zhen, what's wrong with my family, can you give me some money. At this time, I feel that I have no family, but to a certain extent, They and I have become a family again, especially those who haven’t forced me, I can’t bear not to give money. The money you call me, I will call them when I turn back—at least I call at home Games can make money, so what do they have to do to earn so much money when they go out to work?"

Even though those people were also victims, when he regarded them as "family"... what did they regard him as?

How dry and depleted is his world, lacking in emotion, that he would treat perfunctory greetings and opening remarks asking for money as warmth in disguise?

Min Yang felt that the weight on his hand was a little bit more, so he simply sent his arm over, and firmly supported the person behind him: "How many people's lives are you responsible for?"

"It's not responsible, it's the minimum maintenance. The family's labor is gone, and the women are left with their children. They are also living a hard life, and they are not pretending." Qin Zhen whispered and repeated, "I Can't die yet."

Min Yang's arm went around behind him, wrapping around his uninjured shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Well, no."

Qin Zhen: "So are you sick?"

Min Yang: "..."

Qin Zhen looked at him with confusion and seriousness: "Are you not, or are you not sure? When I bit you, I didn't know whether it was your blood or mine. The doctor said that direct contact with the wound may spread it."

Min Yang was shocked: "Obviously you bit me, where did your blood come from?"

Qin Zhen sneered and tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing a new unhealed wound inside: "Hey, didn't you bite it? A dog bite?"

"Oh, this..." When swords and swords are fighting hand-to-hand, minor injuries are inevitable, and Min Yang has nothing to say—although he feels that it is very likely that Qin Zhen bit himself while struggling, but after all, the scene cannot be restored. , Just like when Qin Zhen laughed at him as a fighter, he couldn't replay every skill in the battle to refute it.

"But is it necessary for you to speak so badly? What is dog bite?" Min Yang thought for a while, and finally found the reason why he couldn't hear well. The person blew away, pointing in the direction of the hospital and said, "How can I make you and the old man dislike me, why do you two insist on saying what kind of disease I am?"

Speaking of this, Qin Zhen straightened up from his arm, as if to draw a line with him: "Then let me ask you, how many people have you kissed?"

Min Yang was open-minded: "You are the only one!"

Qin Zhen smiled and bent over instantly: "Hahahaha!"

"What are you laughing at?" It was the first time Min Yang saw him smiling so sincerely. It should have been a happy thing, but the cause and effect really made him very depressed—what's so funny about the first time?If not, how could he be so out of order?

Later, he thought about it many times on the way back and forth. At that time, the geographical location and prerequisites, he should be like this... this way... and this way... he wouldn't make himself so embarrassed. Looking back at the scene, It seems that it is difficult to look like yourself.

It may not be impossible to be elegant, it still depends on the boy's resistance.

But if Qin Zhen wasn't so weak, and didn't rush around blindly, he wouldn't pass out so easily, so what should he do next?Min Yang hasn't made up his mind yet.

If the spoken words can be solidified, Qin Zhen must be overwhelmed by a bunch of "haha" at this time: "I don't believe it!"

Min Yang treated each other with sincerity but was teased, of course he was angry, and asked with a cold face, "Why don't you believe it?"

"What Qiu Zangtian said!" Qin Zhen began to produce "haha" again, "He said that you play songs every night, seven times a night, and each battle has [-] rounds! How much do you get in one year?"

"Qiu Zangtian said about me?" What kind of nonsense is this?Min Yang dug his ears to suspect that he was hallucinating, "Did he tell you on the phone?"

Qin Zhen: "Ah, yes, your M Legion has adult lectures after 12 o'clock every night. Sometimes I go to listen to refreshing haha!"

Min Yang: "..."

Little farts and "adult lectures"?What did his third brother learn in that university?

Min Yang felt the blood flow backwards all over his body again: "What else did he say about me?"

"It's too much. He will tell your family members about your glorious deeds at night." Qin Zhen thought for a while, "What kind of overlord is forcing his bow, and the silver gun is washed with blood..."

Min Yang: "..."

Qin Zhen: "What's the 'how long is the night when the penis leaks water, the long light clouds dew the moonlight', 'the winding path leads to a secluded place, and the flowers and trees in the meditation room are deep'..."

Min Yang: "...Why haven't I heard of it?"

Qin Zhen suppressed a smile: "He told us not to tell you, so as not to make you angry."

"..." Seeing Qin Zhen's body made of cardboard swaying to and fro, Min Yang's most urgent task is to step forward to support it with both hands - it must be able to bear the weight, but also be light-handed, so as not to accidentally touch it Porcelain professionals have unloaded eight pieces.

No wonder the atmosphere in the online voice was a bit strange a few days ago.

Although I don't know why his third brother said such a thing, but it seems that the effect is still...

Qin Zhen: "Qiu Zangtian said that if you get angry, you will see one every day! When you are arrested, they will have no patriarch!"

"Okay!" Min Yang's old face became hot, and he insisted, "Just you... one!"

Qin Zhen was submerged in a bunch of "haha" at this moment, and didn't know if he could hear others clearly. Min Yang couldn't help emphasizing it again: "One! Did you hear that?"

Qin Zhen supported his arm and smiled happily, "Qiu Zangtian still said you..."