occupy boyfriend

There were screams one after another in the room, until the end, the voice was bloody, it was not a human voice, and several waiters surrounded the door, pushing and shoving, their faces turned pale with fright.

Xing Likun opened the door and came out, and several people dispersed immediately. Xing Likun wiped his hands with a wet towel on the table, and looked into the empty corridor. Where is the person?

The chest full of suffocation was gone, and he hoped to help Song Jin vent his anger so that he would feel better, but he didn't care about it at all.

That's right, the sadness hurts to the bone, and the whole person is hollowed out, so what else can I care about?

In just a short while, it was snowing outside, and a thin piece of white fell on the ground, which turned into muddy ash when stepped on.

Xing Likun chased after him for less than 2 minutes before he saw Song Jin. Song Jin was walking and stopping on the side of the road, his speed was slower than that of the old woman on crutches. It drooped beside the ears, revealing the soft and clean hair inside.

He passed a trash can, stopped suddenly, took off his slim black woolen overcoat, rubbed it and stuffed it in, followed by the beige suit on his body, and continued to throw it away, then the white shirt, and finally revealed a white shirt. A big undershirt with a laundered collar and two holes in the shoulder blades.

Song Jin rubbed his hair twice, and it turned into a big bird's nest. As if he didn't feel the cold, he swung his arms and puffed up his chest, singing an out-of-key heroic song, striding forward.

Xing Likun was overjoyed, who did this little cowardly person harm?

Xing Likun followed behind. After walking less than 100 meters, Song Jin felt almost refreshed. He took off his sweater and put it on Song Jin. , staring blankly at his shoulders with red eyes.

"Run, it won't be cold after running." Xing Likun slapped Song Jin's butt, full of sensuality.

Song Jin said angrily, "Your uncle!"

"My uncle can't run. He's been lying in the cemetery for more than ten years." Xing Likun smirked, grabbed Song Jin's neck and pushed him forward. If he had to run, he scolded while running, and Xing Likun felt relieved when he scolded.

The two of them ran for a stop, and when they reached the station, Song Jin suddenly accelerated, punched the card and got on the bus, and gave Xing Likun the middle finger in a flashy manner, with the only five yuan in Xing Likun's pocket in his hand .

Xing Likun was also not angry, and continued to run forward, how fast the car drove, how fast he ran, the strong muscles with a rough beauty when swinging his arms and legs hit the eyeballs, and everyone in the car was blown up.

The bus driver also has a bad temper. At first he tried to speed up and struggled. After four or five stops, he slammed on the brakes on the platform, "...you won't be charged, get on!"

Xing Likun stood still, Song Jin stared at him for a long time, then got out of the car.

Ahead is the hospital.

"Five yuan is not enough for registration!"

"Where's your money?"

"It's in the coat pocket, I threw it in the trash..."

"..."

Xing Likun used the five yuan to buy Song Jin a cup of special milk tea, and asked him to stay at the milk tea shop, then ran back and forth ten stops, and brought his wallet.

Xing Likun treated the glass balls very cleanly. The doctor only cleaned them, applied medicine, and waited for the medicine to dry and bandage it.

Song Jin held the potion in his right hand, sipped the milk tea, pouted and knocked coconuts one by one with his front teeth, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Xing Likun stared at him with dark eyes and asked, "What are your plans?"

"Plan?" Song Jin smiled, "Wander around...and then go home for the New Year."

He lowered his head slightly, clamped the milk tea cup between his legs, and fiddled with the straw, "I miss my mother."

After wrapping his hands, Song Jin strolled home in the car like a normal person. There was a two-seater seat in the back. His face was so tough that no one dared to laugh at him.

After getting off the bus at the station, Song Jin went to the convenience store first, told the clerk to leave work early, picked a few cans of beer from the shelf, and called Xing Likun to go home together.

That 'home' was his and Han Sheng's little love nest. Song Jin even planned to live here for the rest of his life. From the closet to the air, there were memories everywhere, and he didn't have the courage to face it alone.

No matter how free and easy he is, Han Sheng is also someone he has loved with all his heart and soul for several years. Gouging out this person is like gouging out a cancerous tumor under the flesh, it hurts, but after the pain is gone, he feels happy.

Xing Likun opened a can of beer, sat on the sofa and watched Song Jin toss, he packed all Han Sheng's things, directly asked the courier to pick up the package, and sent it to Tianlin Entertainment, where Han Sheng really cared.

The room was half empty, yet somehow bright.

Song Jin wiped his sweat and sat down. The gauze in his hand was dirty. He pulled it off by himself, but was held down by Xing Likun. It's eye-catching, and the movements are unbelievably skilled.

Song Jin recalled that the first time he saw Xing Likun, he bought a lot of food and drink, obviously he was going to hide there for a few days, and that night he was chased and killed by a group of old men, and he ended up living in poverty. In my own shop...

"Have you offended someone else?"

Xing Likun was stunned for a moment, knowing that Song Jin was thinking wrongly, and he deliberately played tricks, leading people in a wrong way, "Something happened."

Song Jin hissed, "Aren't you really a fugitive from a cell?"

"Hahaha..." Xing Likun laughed loudly, and put his foot on the stool, "Look, serious military boots, which size is it for prisoners to wear?"

Song Jin heaved a sigh of relief, and took the bottom of a beer can and smashed Xing Likun's big foot, "Put your feet down, and there is no table at home, so you are pointing at it to eat... Then you ran away from the army? What's going on?" ? Isn’t it serious to be a deserter?”

"Seriously, I'm not in the establishment. It was my brother who pushed my uncle to put me in the army. My old uncle had no children all his life, so he expected someone to take over. He asked his soldiers to work hard. I and a The deputy battalion got up and ran away. The group you saw last time was sent by them."

Song Jin is also lying, the family is still playing the battle royale, deserting soldiers and jumping off the building, it's really possible.

"You don't want to be a soldier?" In fact, Song Jin thinks this choice is very good. Xing Likun's gangster spirit is sharp and compelling. Great achievement.

"One command and one movement as a soldier is boring." Xing Likun said, stroking the green stubble on his chin with his rough fingers, and his Adam's apple moved slightly, "I like the underground fighting field in the old city of Dongsan Road." , there are no rules, it all depends on ability.”

Song Jin was silent, he just longed for peace in the world, he couldn't understand the world of violence and beauty at all.

He suddenly understood Xing Likun's brother and his old uncle very much. With such a time bomb by his side, of course it can be dismantled as soon as it can be dismantled.

The two talked for a while, then fell silent again, drinking one can after another, not only drank up the convenience store, but also ransacked the stock in the refrigerator, drinking ice wine with the heater in the winter, it was very refreshing .

Song Jin drank a lot this time, but didn't show much face. At five o'clock in the afternoon, he stood up with clear eyes and walked into the kitchen. He held a handful of green onions and said, "I'm going to wash the vegetables and have egg noodles at night."

Xing Likun watched helplessly as he went to the bathroom, and there was a sound of flushing toilet.

Song Jin came out of it shaking the green onion, and said happily, "It's done, I'll get some water under it."

Xing Likun jumped up, threw the green onion away, and was coaxed to sit on the sofa, "Ancestor, can we order takeaway?"

You can't really hold the toilet as your job, can you?This is too disgusting.

Song Jin was unhappy, pinched his mouth and twisted it, "This faucet doesn't work well, no water can come out of it."

Xing Likun, "..."

Immediately afterwards, Song Jin lowered his hand, "Fortunately, there is still a dragon head, hehe."