Do not provoke

As soon as he said this, not only Yu Zhao and the others, but even the red, orange, blue and green hairs looked over in shock and bewilderment.

These non-mainstream people have probably never seen anyone dare to be so arrogant in their own territory, and when they reacted, they immediately became angry: "Fuck! You are fucking looking for death!!"

Roaring like this, they rushed straight up.

Tang Xingbei turned his head indifferently and said, "Stay far away and don't get in the way."

Then, he casually took out a thumb-thick steel pipe from the pile of steel pipes scattered around him, and together with Fang Lin, he directly went up to it.

This was the first time Yu Zhao and the others saw Tang Xingbei fight...and also the first time they saw Fang Lin fight.

At least they had heard of the former, but they were really shocked by the latter.

Fang Lin's fighting skills are obviously not the same as Tang Xingbei's rampant and arrogant guy, his strikes are cold and ruthless.

With his backhand, he firmly pressed Huang Mao's arm that was about to hook his neck. Amidst his heart-piercing shouts, he opened his fingers one by one, snatched the steel pipe from Huang Mao's hand, and followed the sound of the wind to lift it up quickly. From the first glance, he directly kicked the steel rod that Lan Mao threw at him with one foot.

The vibrating sound of the violent contact between the steel pipe and the human body was even humming, and the blue hair's wrist bones were bent into a twisted arc by this force, and there was a scream.

Yu Zhao felt pain even looking at it, he was stunned, and when he realized it, sweat broke out on his back.

Hong Yang standing next to him probably thought the same as himself...shocked and frightened.

Tang Xingbei was also very fierce when fighting, with a hostile spirit, and when he swung the steel pipe, he was completely different from his usual lazy and indifferent appearance, as if he was a different person.

Looking at it like this, a few people suddenly thought of the day when the second grade of senior high school started, the harsh siren from the teaching downstairs, mixed with the anxious shout of the security guard... and the heart-piercing pain of a man kneeling on the ground voice.

The corridors of the teaching buildings on both sides were full of people, and pairs of surprised and frightened eyes were fixed on the restlessness downstairs, and there was a buzz of discussion.

In the center of his eyes, the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was standing so coldly, covering his lower abdomen with one hand, the hidden blood stains dyed the thin summer uniform deep red.

There was a broken wine bottle on the ground, and meandering bloodstains spread from under his feet.

He didn't notice it, just stared at the man on the ground coldly, and seemed to say something, but he was too far away to see the mouth shape clearly, but Yu Zhao clearly remembered that the man's eyes suddenly appeared. Frightened and angry.

While hugging his legs, he yelled sternly: "Fuck//You little bastard! It's my turn to meddle in my family's affairs! You'd better let me wait the fuck! Fuck I can't kill you!!"

He scolded sharply and harshly, and the security guard hurried up to drag him away, and shouted anxiously: "120! Why hasn't it come yet!"

……

That day happened to be the evening at the end of midsummer, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting the young man's brows and eyes deep and cold.

Someone secretly brought a mobile phone, took a picture of Tang Xingbei's eyes staring at the man's back at this moment, and posted it on the post bar.

Under the deep orange sun, some dark red blood splashed on one side of his cheek, and he tilted his head slightly.

His face was expressionless and his eyes were dark.

The teaching director stood beside him hesitantly for a while before walking forward.

……

Since then, he has become famous in one battle.

In the end, the school did not report the results of the incident. They only wrote a [-]-word self-criticism as a warning after the person came out of the hospital, and then let it go.

Since then, people in the school who have experienced this scene saw him hide two meters away.

"Fuck your mother!!!!!!"

Yu Zhaozheng was walking in a daze, when he was suddenly called back by a heart-piercing cry of pain, he raised his head in a daze, and saw the scene of Huang Mao kneeling on one knee on the ground with a distorted face.

Fang Lin didn't know when he lost his color, his face was scratched, some blood was faintly leaking out, and his arms were also faintly bruised, with a cold face, he kicked the yellow hair hard to the ground.

Only then was it possible to break through the situation of being attacked from three sides.

Tang Xingbei quickly posted it.

He didn't look much better than Fang Lin, with disheveled hair and a cut in the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth, wrinkled his eyebrows and gasped for breath, swallowed the rust-like blood in his mouth, and looked around coldly.

After all, this is the territory of the rainbow furs. The people who passed by the road had acquaintances, and immediately joined the battle excitedly.

Gradually, they expanded from two-on-four to two-on-seven, and they fought harder and harder.

The fat man in a leopard-print shirt on the opposite side moved his neck, clicked a few times, and pulled the steel pipe twice on the ground with one hand, cursing with a smile: "Stupid! Wasn't the fuck awesome just now? How about you? Is Dad's stick delicious?"

Hearing this, several people around suddenly laughed ambiguously and badly, and cursed while pretending to be nauseous: "You are so fucking disgusting, fat man!"

The one called Fatty suddenly grinned, turned his eyes to Tang Xingbei, and cursed: "Don't say it, this kid really doesn't look like..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he watched a black figure rushing towards him swiftly, and kicked him in the chest with a flying kick. He didn't even have time to hide. He was kicked almost one meter away.

The pain came from all over his body suddenly, and the fat man turned pale from the pain. He clutched his stomach and curled up on the ground, unable to utter a cry of pain, he gritted his teeth and panted, "I...fuck... !"

Not only the rainbow hairs, Tang Xingbei didn't react, he turned his head to look at Fang Lin in a daze, with the anger that hadn't completely disappeared in the future.

When Fang Lin staggered a few steps and stood still, his right leg was a little numb from the reaction force. He frowned and clenched his teeth, and his body swayed. In front of Xingbei.

Then, things got a little out of hand.

Yu Zhao watched a stick hit Lin Lin's shoulder, his heart beating like a drum, and then suddenly a surge of regret surged up, he shouldn't have followed here on a whim today!

He turned around a few times in a hurry and panic, with a fixed gaze, rushed to the garbage pile by the corner, grabbed the stick, rushed up, closed his eyes, and slammed at the rainbow furs.

Hong Yang and the others couldn't stand anymore, they roared and cursed//Your mother!Regardless of what they were holding in their hands, they all rushed to the battlefield as soon as they lifted them up.

The scene gradually became chaotic, and some passers-by were still cheering loudly, whistling, and speeding past in a giggling manner.

About two or three minutes later, when Tang Xingbei narrowly avoided Huang Mao's ferocious head-on blow, he suddenly heard the siren sounding sharply, as if approaching from far away, the sound gradually became louder.

Someone screamed in the corner: "The police are coming! Run!"

Someone in the nearby residential building was cursing indistinctly: "You guys are going to die!!"

The rainbow furs immediately frowned and closed their hands, cursing with indignation, looking towards the entrance of the alley, and before the police arrived, they threw down their sticks and ran away in a hurry.

Tang Xingbei was panting, he didn't even care to wipe off his sweat, he supported the steel rod that had been smashed out of the hole with one hand, closed his eyes, and could almost hear his own heartbeat.

Fang Lin beside him was also in the same state, panting heavily and rapidly.

Yu Zhao and the others quickly got up from the ground, ignoring the pain and dirt all over their bodies, and shouted in panic, "Run, run!!"

"Run away." Tang Xingbei frowned, "...it's fake."

Before Yu Zhao could react, he roared anxiously, what did he say? ! .

Tang Xingbei glanced at Liu Zhijin who was walking towards the entrance of the alley, and swallowed the fishy smell in his throat: "The sound of the police siren...is fake."

Yu Zhao quickly turned his head.

"...Come in." Liu Zhijin opened the door and whispered.

He put down the small radio he was holding in his hand, turned off the switch carefully, wiped the dust off the surface, and pushed it back to the corner of the table.

"There is a sofa inside, sit by yourself." Without looking up, he took out the salt he just bought in his pocket and put it back in the kitchen.

Tang Xing glanced north into the room.

This is a very small grocery store, dusty, with old gray glaze on the door and the floor, and even the overhead lights are dim.

The walls on both sides are full of copper keys of various types, densely packed, with layers of dust, and the large plastic bags under the table are also filled with various copper and iron key templates, which are messy, and there are small ones on them. cutting mold.

It must have been working just now, and iron filings that have not been cleaned up are scattered around. A warm yellow lamp is lit on one side, and mosquitoes are flying between the lamp openings.

A man's voice came from inside the room: "Xiao Jin? Did you buy the salt?"

Liu Zhijin responded in a low voice, and walked over: "I bought it, I will cook later... two people came to distribute the keys."

"Okay," the man coughed in embarrassment, "...you do your work first, I'll go to the kitchen."

Liu Zhijin didn't stop him: "Be careful with the stove."

"understood."

When the man came out, a group of people could see his appearance clearly.

He is about 50 years old, thin and thin, with gray and dull pupils, and mottled white hair on his temples. He probably has injured his legs and walks with a limp.

Yu Zhao and the others suddenly fell silent, and suddenly they didn't know where to put their hands and feet.

After people groped their way into the kitchen, Liu Zhijin came out, closed the door of the main room, glanced at them without any reaction, and said in a low voice, "...Let's go out first."

A group of half-grown teenagers didn't seem to feel that their kindness seemed to be wrong until now.

Yu Zhao was a little anxious, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't know how to say it.

Liu Zhijin closed the houses, straight to the point and asked in a low voice, "Why did you follow me?"

The blame and anger in his tone were not obvious, but Yu Zhao and the others were full of regret and apology: "I'm sorry! We saw Li Sheng at that time..."

"I told you a long time ago, don't worry about it." Liu Zhijin interrupted him, his body trembling with such pressure.

He closed his eyes: "...Why do you have to give away your sympathy that has nowhere to throw away?"

Yu Zhao blushed and gritted his teeth: "...I'm sorry."

Hong Yang and the others were also a little ashamed: "I'm sorry."

Under the dim light, Liu Zhijin's face seemed even paler.

He turned his face and glanced to the left.

Tang Xingbei was leaning against Fang Lin's side, still expressionless, he raised his eyes.

Before he could speak, Yu Zhao hurriedly explained: "Brother Bei and the others really didn't come here on purpose! They had to follow us because they were afraid that we would do something bad!"

...Although things are already broken.

Liu Zhijin seemed to have guessed this point a long time ago, he didn't make a sound, and only lowered his eyes after a long time: "I know."

Yu Zhao's lips twitched anxiously, and he looked at him blankly.

Before a few people could react, Liu Zhijin suddenly said, "I like you, you know that."

"..."

A group of people suddenly stayed.

Tang Xingbei's throat moved.

He clearly noticed that Fang Lin's shoulders, who were next to him, stiffened rapidly.

Liu Zhijin was still staring at him, motionless.

After a long while, Tang Xingbei frowned, and responded, "... I just found out."

Yu Zhao and the others quickly turned their faces 180 degrees in shock: "?????"

Liu Zhijin looked at him, smiled weakly, and glanced at Fang Lin with a cold face: "Did he tell you?"

"……what."

Liu Zhijin nodded slowly: "Enough."

He lowered his head, staring at the dirty metal shavings remaining between his fingers, and said after a while: "...Those people should have left, you guys should go home too, don't take the path, it's very messy here."

Director Zhao whispered, "Then how do you usually go home..."

Liu Zhijin paused: "I've lived here for more than ten years, except for Li Sheng, they won't make things difficult for me."

Yu Zhao frowned: "But have you been bullied and bullied all this time? When will this be?!"

"Otherwise?" Liu Zhijin raised his head and looked at him, "I have no money, and I can't afford to buy or rent a house... Do you want me and my dad to move out and live on the streets?"

The few people were taken aback for a moment, and suddenly remembered the thin, thin, and blind man.

Liu Zhijin looked at them and said in a low voice: "Many things in the world are not as simple as you think, thank you, but really don't get involved in my life anymore."

Yu Zhao was suddenly ashamed.

Hong Yang hesitated and asked, "Then what are you going to do in the future?"

"...Graduated from high school and went out to work." Liu Zhijin's tone was very mechanical, almost reciting, "To make money, rent a house and get my dad out of here."

A group of people were silent, feeling sour and astringent, as if they were holding their breath, but they didn't know how to vent it.

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