Do not provoke

The place Zhou Nuan chose was not too far from the school. There was a commercial street just a few alleys away, and the noise from the wind could be heard in the distance.

Before the heavy rain came, the night wind was still howling and sultry. Tang Xingbei swung the milk carton back and forth, picked a random alley, squinted his eyes, turned around and went in.

I don't know if He Miao can succeed today, but based on his attachment to Zhou Nuan, it is estimated that he is the kind of deep-rooted affection. If he is rejected, he will definitely have to go home and howl.

Thinking of this, Tang Xingbei couldn't help but let out a heck of gloating.

From the alley in the next alley, the voice of scolding the child could be heard faintly, to the effect that he was scolding him for playing games on his mobile phone and counting down the number of exams every day.

The kid sounded like he was about ten years old, but his voice was much louder than his father's, and he spoke outrightly and confidently. The two of them quarreled very lively, occasionally mixed with the child's mother's merciless laughter. Voice.

Tang Xingbei casually leaned against the stone brick wall, drank milk and listened for a while, before he turned around and walked down another alley.

The night wind whizzed around from the entrance of the alley with humid heat, poured into the collar and cuffs, raising the young man's aggressive arc.

Tang Xingbei was suddenly a little unhappy. He ignored his hair, which was blown wildly by the wind, and held an empty milk box in one hand, pocketed it, and swayed aimlessly forward with downcast eyes.

"Linzi, you haven't suffered any grievances here." Liang Zhen asked casually.

Fang Lin flicked the cigarette ash with his ring finger, hummed expressionlessly, and walked forward along the bluestone steps.

Liu Chuan let out a wink, "How could Linzi be wronged! As for those high school chicks with uneven hair, he can't beat..."

"How can you suffocate yourself if you don't say a few more fucking nonsense?!" Liang Zhen kicked him quickly, his eyes widening.

Only then did Liu Chuan react and shut his mouth quickly, subconsciously glanced at Fang Lin, he was relieved to see his calm expression, and scratched his head with a smirk: "Then what, brother is just worried about whether you will be bullied in school."

After he asked, he felt stupid.

Fang Lin didn't care, his tone was cold and without any ups and downs: "The school is pretty good."

Liang Zhen: "Then what is the surname Tang?"

Fang Lin paused: "I haven't seen each other very much."

Liang Zhen hesitated: "I remember you said before that the surname Tang was not upright, why did you still follow him here?"

Fang Lin glanced at the curling smoke scattered by the wind, flicked his fingertips casually, and looked away after a while: "My mother asked for it."

"All right." Liang Zhen glanced at him.

He remembered something, and frowned: "The tiger was also arrested after you left, you should know about this, right?"

"Brother Chuan told me before." Fang Lin said, "What's wrong?"

Liang Zhen didn't speak, took out his phone, opened it, flipped through it, and handed it to him: "This is his brother. He has been working outside before, and he just came back to take over the barbecue restaurant before Tiger."

Ordinary appearance, broad shoulders and thick back, wide face and low eyebrows, looks as arrogant as his brother.

Fang Lin was not interested, so he casually glanced at him, threw the phone to him, and continued walking: "How do you say it?"

Liu Chuan interjected, "I asked Brother Liang before. This man got into a fight because of a fight when he was young. It's hard to guarantee that he won't come to revenge on you after he knows about his brother."

Liang Zhen: "I'm fine with Chuanzi. Generally, no one in our town would dare to provoke us. It's mainly you. You're in a hurry to get into college so don't be fooled by others."

"Understood, I will pay attention." Fang Lin narrowed his eyes in the wind, "Thank you."

Liang Zhen didn't speak, but patted him on the shoulder.

The wind is too strong, the leaves are rustling, and people can't open their eyes.

Tang Xingbei was drunk and a little sleepy, so he looked around and prepared to choose a shortcut to go home.

Carrying an empty milk box, he turned around the entrance of the alley as if he was wandering around. Just as he was about to move on, he suddenly saw three people standing around the corner.

The black short-sleeved man in the middle is about my age, tall and long-legged, with a straight nose, and the moonlight casts a cold shadow from the eyebrows to the corner of the jaw.

He turned his face halfway, leaning against the bluestone wall at the entrance of the alley, a smoky red light flickered on his fingertips, and his whole body was so cold that it seemed unreal.

Tang Xingbei was stunned suddenly: "...Fang Lin?"

Noticing that the person next to him paused, Liang Zhen raised his head unexpectedly, looked forward, and asked in a low voice, "Is this your classmate?"

Fang Lin didn't speak, but frowned, staring at Tang Xingbei as he stepped forward.

Facing the moonlight, his brows and eyes became more profound, like ink-colored fine brushwork, when he raised his eyes to look over, his brows were icy and his eyes were cold, his whole body was full of barbed and unruly.

Tang Xingbei didn't notice his vague vigilance, he just glanced at the two beside him suspiciously, and was about to speak when Liu Chuan cut him off viciously, "What's the matter?"

This tone sounded like he was on the road, with an air of "get the hell out of me, don't beep beep at Nima".

Tang Xingbei had always been the only one to talk to others, and when he heard the words, he raised his eyes arrogantly, and his tone was even more hostile: "Did I talk to you?"

Liu Chuan grinned and said "Hey", and was about to raise his arms and go forward when Fang Lin stopped him, so he had no choice but to shut his mouth and glared angrily.

Fang Lin stared at the person in front of him indifferently, flicked the cigarette ash, and said calmly, "Why are you here?"

Tang Xingbei was originally quite happy to meet him on the road, but now he and the friends next to him questioned each other one sentence after another, and he was impatient for a long time, and smiled coldly with anger: "What's the matter? This road is yours. opened at home?"

Fang Lin didn't make a sound, but frowned.

Liang Zhen glanced at the young man in front of him unexpectedly.

She should be about the same age as Fang Lin. She is pretty and arrogant. She looks delicate and fragile, but she carries a very unfriendly surlyness that I don't know where it came from.

Thinking of this, he glanced at Fang Lin again, and happened to catch a fleeting trace of helplessness.

"Didn't you go to the birthday party for dinner?" Fang Lin asked.

Although his tone was still cold, Liang Zhen could hear a kind of soft compromise. He picked up his cigarette and looked thoughtfully at the young master opposite.

Even Liu Chuan sensed it, and patted Fang Lin's shoulder: "Hey, so it's a friend, Lin Zi, you didn't say it earlier!"

Then he stretched out his hand towards Tang Xingbei familiarly: "I'm sorry brother, I just offended you."

Tang Xingbei frowned, didn't move, and stared at him suspiciously.

Seeing that he was not on the road, Liu Chuan grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously: "Oh, we are fine now!"

Tang Xingbei was shocked by his psychedelic operation, and he shook his brows for a long time before pulling back his hand: "What the hell is wrong with you!"

Just as Liu Chuan was about to speak again, he was interrupted by Fang Lin: "Okay, Brother Chuan."

He raised his eyes, looked at Tang Xingbei with a frown, and finally fixed his eyes on the box in his hand: "Drunk grandma?"

Tang Xingbei: "..."

He restrained himself from getting angry: "Drunk!"

Fang Lin ignored him, and looked back at the two people behind him. Liang Zhen raised his chin very wittily: "Go play with your classmates, we should go back."

Liu Chuan sighed: "I haven't...!"

Before he could say the second half of the sentence, he was slapped on the shoulder and coughed and choked.

Liang Zhen waved his hand with a cigarette in his mouth: "Contact us on WeChat if you need anything, let's go."

Fang Lin paused: "Understood."