Shuangwen villain set collapsed

Yan Shao stood at the front desk of the Internet cafe with a schoolbag on his back, out of tune with the surrounding environment, as if a little sheep had been put into a wolf's den, gentle, harmless and weak.

A middle-aged woman dressed in black brought instant noodles to the guests and came back, and immediately saw Yan Shao, "It's early, it's here!"

The woman has a chartered curly hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes, exuding a mean look. She is slightly obese, with knuckles and joints, and the gold ring on the ring finger of her right hand is tightly wrapped around her flesh.

She is the proprietress of this Internet cafe——Chen Meihong.

"Aunt Chen, am I going to work now?" Yan Shao asked.

"Yes, I will teach you what to do later."

Yan Shao nodded. He sent it out the day before yesterday. When he saw the recruiting staff posted on the door of the Internet cafe, he came in to try it out.

Chen Meihong wanted to find someone to help her, and seeing that he was well-behaved and the salary of a part-time job was cheap, she kept him. Another reason was that she couldn't find anyone else recently.

Yan Shao's idea was simple, he was short of money, so he wanted to make some money, Yan Shao and Chen Meihong agreed that his salary would be paid every Sunday.

There are two reasons why he chose this place. One is that it is close to home, and the other is that Chen Meihong is easy to talk to and promised that he can use the computer at the front desk to study when he is not busy.

The sky was getting darker and the clock was pointing to 11:30. Yan Shao brought back instant noodles for a guest, and Chen Meihong sat behind the computer at the front desk.

When he approached, Chen Meihong said: "Today you go back first."

"Okay." Yan Shao nodded upon hearing this, put his schoolbag on his back, and pushed out the door of the Internet cafe.

The air was suddenly fresh, he let out a sigh of relief, and went home, but after taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

It was pitch black outside, and occasionally two street lights were on, and residential buildings that looked exactly the same stood there. Yan Shao raised his hand to scratch his cheek, and waved away the flying insects lingering around his face.

His house... Which building is it?

When Yan Shao returned home, it was almost twelve o'clock. His house lived on the fifth floor. When Yan Shao walked to the door, before he opened the door, he heard the sound of ping-pong-pong inside the door and a woman's low-pitched scream.

The sound insulation in the building is not good, the sound can be heard in a corridor, Yan Shao pursed his lips, took the key and inserted it into the keyhole.

He told Yuanchen's mother that he would be back late today, but Yuanchen's mother didn't ask much, because Yuanchen often stayed out all night.

Yan Shao pushed open the door made of iron with folding fans, and the dull voice gradually became clearer.

"Damn, you can't do anything well, why don't you just die, ah!?" The man roared hoarsely, cursing all kinds of unsavory swear words in his mouth.

The scene inside the door appeared before Yan Shao's eyes.

The woman was sitting on the ground, with her hands covering her chest, and the man kept kicking her. It wasn't a spacious living room, and the room had a panoramic view. A few stools were lying around the table, and beer fell on the floor. The liquid was spilled on the tiles, and the floor was in a mess.

Yuanzhen's father was drunk.

*

The bedding in the hotel was all white, the heavy curtains were drawn tightly, the black suitcase was placed in the corner, and the sound of water in the bathroom stopped. After a while, the bathroom door was opened from the inside, and Yu Lian walked out.

He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, and his hair was not wiped, dripping water little by little.

After climbing over the wall from school today, he ate something, walked around for a while, and went straight back to the hotel - there really isn't much to do in this wretched place.

Yu Lian walked to the bedside and sat down, fished out the mobile phone next to the bed, and the WeChat message was full.

He clicked on Xiao Fubai's information bar, and swiped his finger upwards on the screen.

[Fuck, that idiot next door comes to me every day to ask me where you transferred to another school, does he still want to arrest you! 】

[Where does he have a face? If it weren't for him, would you transfer schools! ! ! 】

[I'm so mad, you idiot! 】

【Fuck Fuck Fuck】

【Ah Lian, when will your father let you come back? 】

【Really, this school is so lonely without you~】

Yu Lian touched the tender flesh of his cheek with his tongue, and typed on the phone keyboard with one hand.

Yu Lian: I don't know.

Yu Lian: Next time he comes to you again, just say that I beat him every time I see him.

Xiao Fubai was Yu Lian's former high school classmate and brother who grew up with him. When he learned that Yu Lian had transferred to another school this semester, he was still sad for a while.

The only thing he didn't understand was that Yu Lian's father transferred him to another school because of Yu Lian's fight. , I was transferred to another school as soon as I arrived, and the transfer was so remote.

Xiao Fubai did not participate in that fight, only Yu Lian knew the inside story, and Yu Lian refused to elaborate, Xiao Fubai was alone in the campus, but he thought about Yu Lian every day, after all, he was surrounded by false brotherhood , it's all because of his background that he pleases him!

Lonely...

He responded positively.

Xiao Fubai: Alright!Guaranteed to convey in place!

Xiao Fubai: How is Uncle Yu doing in the new school?Are you okay?

Yu Lian thought for a while and typed: Don't mention it, I met a fool today.

The phone vibrated, and Xiao Fubai wrote back: Fool?What idiot?Uncle Yu, when did you become so gentle in cursing?

Yu Lian walked to the refrigerator, opened it, took out a can of soda, and continued typing: Strictly speaking, I suspect that there is something wrong with his mind...

Yu Lian paused with his fingertips, he didn't want Xiao Fubai to know that he had been sneaked by the other party for more than ten minutes, but if Xiao Fubai found out, he would inevitably open his mouth and laugh at him in the future.

Yu Lian: Tsk, don't talk about this, it's annoying.

*

The stools in the rented room were tilted here and there, miscellaneous things fell to the ground, and the middle-aged man was lying on the ground limply, forming a sharp contrast with his valiant appearance a few minutes ago.

The corners of Yan Shao's mouth were blue and red, and the skin on the joints of his hands was broken. He was sitting against the wall, his chest heaving and heaving, and he was panting heavily. Yuancheng's mother maintained a defensive posture stiffly, as if she had been frightened stupid.

A few minutes ago, Yan Shao pushed open the door and saw a drunk man kicking a woman. Several plans flashed across Yan Shao's mind. He couldn't beat the man, so he wanted to go to the room and get his mobile phone to call the police.

Yan Shao encountered this situation several times after he traveled through time. Women would not resist, and men would vent their anger when they were drunk.

No one cares, even if those neighbors hear the movement, they will only treat it as a show, and share it as gossip during the daytime chat.

A few days ago, Yan Shao asked Yuanchen's mother to call the police. Not only did Yuanchen's mother not let him go, but she also stopped him from going to the police. Yan Shao didn't understand why he was treated like this, and wanted to defend that man.

The same is true today.

Yan Shao wanted to go back to the room quietly from behind the man, but was spotted by the sharp-eyed woman. Perhaps it was because Yan Shao called the police two days ago, and she immediately knew what Yan Shao wanted to do. She called him in a sharp voice and told him to Don't get involved with grown-ups.

When a man is drunk, he doesn't recognize people with his hands. He slapped Yan Shao, was pushed by Yan Shao, stepped on the wine bottle on the ground, fell down, hit the back of his head on the ground, and passed out.

Yan Shao leaned against the wall and got up, turned around and saw a small head protruding from the door of his room, seeing that he saw him, the little head shrank back quickly, as if frightened.

He went back to the room, regardless of the reaction of the woman outside, regardless of whether the man was dead or alive.

In the humble room, a dilapidated wooden desk was placed in front of the window. The iron railing outside the window was already rusted. Behind the stool stood a little boy who was only as high as his thigh.

The little boy's hair is a bit long, his complexion is sallow, and malnutrition makes him not white and fat like other children of the same age. He hides timidly behind a stool higher than him and looks at Yan Shao. He has dark eyes somewhat similar to Yan Shao. Like a frightened elk.

This is Yuanchen's younger brother, a six-year-old child.

It is precisely to take care of him that the women outside will do manual work at home, and then send it to the factory after finishing.

The original body didn't like him, and often beat him. His fear of the original body formed a subconscious avoidance in his mind.

Yan Shao put the schoolbag on the desk, as if he was the only one in the room, and went to the closet to look for clothes.

He has never been good at dealing with children.

When Yan Shao went to the bathroom and passed the living room, there were no women or men in the living room. After washing, he climbed onto the bed and put on the quilt to sleep. The wooden bed creaked, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

For Yan Shao, everything here is very bad, but he needs to rest, and a good rest will make his state during the day much better.

Now he is too weak to make any changes.

In the room, the child who was still behind the stool poked his head out like a quail, glanced at Yan Shao on the bed, then retracted to spy on Yan Shao from the wooden stool. Wearing white pajamas printed with little yellow ducks, she crawled onto the bed with short arms and legs.

The bed creaked.

His movements stopped for a moment, and he continued to climb up after the sound stopped and Yan Shao did not wake up.

The next morning, Yan Shao opened his eyes punctually on the wooden bed. When he moved, the wound on the corner of his mouth was touched. Yan Shao took a light breath, and after a while, he got up from the bed and walked over the sleeping area lightly. Zhengxiang's child got out of bed.

When he was brushing his teeth, the wound on the corner of his mouth inevitably burst open. The stinging pain made him wake up for a moment. On the handsome face in the mirror, there was a sudden swelling on the pale skin, especially the corner of the mouth. He raised his hand and pressed it. Pressed.

The corner of Yan Shao's mouth was broken by his own teeth, and a large piece of the tender meat inside was broken. When he spit out the mouthwash, he saw blood streaks.

Obviously it didn't hurt like this last night.

Yan Shao sighed lightly, it would be very inconvenient to eat recently.

He took his schoolbag and passed by the living room. Yuanchen's mother woke up and was washing rice and cooking in the kitchen. Yan Shao couldn't catch up with this meal. Yuanchen's mother gave him two yuan to buy breakfast for himself.

There was an early morning stall downstairs, which was already full at this point in time, and Yan Shao bought fried dough sticks and steamed buns for one yuan after he went downstairs.

He held a bag of fried dough sticks in one hand and a "map" to school in the other, walking while eating.