After wearing a book and becoming a stand-in, she became a fan

Yu Jiu drank wine after glass with the idea of ​​getting himself drunk.

He had heard the saying that drinking alcohol makes you get drunk when you are not in a good mood, but he had never practiced it himself, and he came here today with this idea in mind.

Just drinking and drinking, Yu Jiu found that it was not easy to get drunk.

However, the shallow resentment before was also gradually relieved with the "gulp" sound of the hot pot and the volatilization of alcohol.

Yu Jiu has to admit that his irritability and bad temper are due to just thinking about his family members.

Ever since he came to this world, Yu Jiu has been forcefully avoiding thinking of his original family members, but seeing Qiu Guiqin... this rotten alcoholic, he confidently calls himself his 'mother'.

Parents are very sacred words, Yu Jiu can't say it out, but he has to admit that he is in such a world with a "broken" atmosphere in all directions.

He could only follow his own footsteps, plan, and work staggeringly, but his heart was not as full as before.

Yu Jiu would think about it from time to time—what was he doing for something.

In the past, he had family and friends, and he would relax after work. He felt that whether it was a salary increase or a promotion, he was very hopeful, but now... he would feel a little at a loss unconsciously.

It was as if he was the only one in the world, there was no important person, no one that he could look forward to.

The Walking Dead doesn't matter.

When Yu Jiu saw Qiu Guiqin, he unconsciously thought of his parents, and unconsciously had these extreme thoughts.

But after all, he is still a rational person, after eating a few ounces of yellow soup, he feels that Nankeyimeng has passed before he is slightly drunk.

After eating the steaming hot pot for almost an hour, it was enough for Yu Jiu to sober up and calm down, and he let out a silent sigh of relief.

"The Chinese New Year is only a few days away." At the end of the dinner, Zhao Zilan looked at Wang Xingquan, biting a piece of crispy meat and asked vaguely, "How do you plan to spend this year?"

"How can I live." Wang Xingquan laughed indifferently: "Make dumplings for Wang Yi at home—don't drink anymore?"

When he was halfway through speaking, he looked sideways at Yu Jiu and picked up a chopstick of meat for him: "Then eat some."

......

Was he too focused on drinking just now?It must have just been a little out of control.

Yu Jiu frowned slightly, and couldn't help sitting up straight in annoyance: "Thank you."

"Bacchus, why do you look like you are not in a good mood today?" Zhao Zilan wanted to ask something, Yu Jiuan had a quiet meal and didn't say much, he had unconsciously ignored him before Now that Yu Jiu opened his mouth, he felt something was wrong, and asked bluntly, "Did something happen?"

"My mother is back." Yu Jiu was silent for a few seconds, and still spoke the truth in a muffled voice. His slender fingertips unconsciously twirled the glass next to him, and what he said was sharp and straightforward: "I hate her very much. .”

To be able to say the word 'hate' bluntly, but to his parents, both Wang Xingquan and Zhao Zilan couldn't help being taken aback.

I have a faint feeling in my heart that this person is a werewolf...

"She's an alcoholic. She doesn't come back once in a month or two. When she comes back, she smells of alcohol." Yu Jiu said calmly against the curious eyes of the two people, and fiddled with the ingredients in the hot pot with chopsticks between his fingers: "Basically see There is no way to make people feel happy-so don't mind if I have a little black face tonight, not for you."

"No, I don't mind." Zhao Zilan thought that her unconscious question had uncovered the 'little scar' in Yu Jiu's heart, and hurriedly shook her head: "Dionysus, what do you plan to do during the Chinese New Year? If you are bored, don't forget to call my team war."

This guy changed the subject clumsily, and didn't forget to talk about the game in a roundabout way.

Yu Jiu couldn't help laughing, and readily agreed: "Okay."

Anyway, he probably didn't have much to go on the New Year's day, he was probably nesting alone at home.

In fact, 'New Year's Day', in Yu Jiu's view, was really no different from ordinary working days - even worse than ordinary working days.

Every New Year, a steady stream of relatives and friends, a bunch of people who come to pay New Year's greetings with their children, screaming and shouting, makes the brain of Yujiu, who is naturally happy and quiet, hurt.

But this unnatural birth seems to be a kind of 'ritual', once every year, it reminds you that you are one year older, and there is only a chicken feather left after the turbulent past.

This year, he didn't even have a chicken feather in this place.

I don't know if I want to buy couplets and quick-frozen dumplings for the Chinese New Year.

Yu Jiu bit the Ruan Nuo Nuo Kuan Noodles covered with sesame paste, thinking casually.

"Ask you something." Wang Xingquan next to him suddenly called him, and Yu Jiu turned his head blankly, only to see his black eyes staring at him unblinkingly: "Are you celebrating the New Year at home this year?"

"...otherwise where would I go?"

Yu Jiu felt that Wang Xingquan asked this question extremely strangely, and couldn't help laughing when he answered it.

"You can go to my place." As a result, Wang Xingquan added without changing his face, and said calmly enough to make Yu Jiu extremely astonished: "If you don't want to celebrate the New Year with your mother."

Yu Jiu was taken aback for a moment, as if the strings in his heart were gently plucked by a pair of invisible hands - and then he was ready to move.

"Let's talk about it." But he still lowered his eyes and didn't directly agree to the invitation: "Thank you."

In fact, I usually go to Wang Xingquan's house to hang out, three or four times a week. Both Wang Xingquan and Wang Yizhuo are already familiar with each other.

It’s just that going on a daily basis is always different from going on holidays.

Chinese New Year should be the time for family reunion, what is he?I can't be counted as a member of the Wang family.

Yu Jiu's natural blood is not too hot, and he has always maintained a calm distance when interacting with others, and he is actually very close to the Wang family brothers - otherwise Wang Xingquan would not have said this invitation.

But the "zero distance" of being so close and celebrating the New Year together still has to take another step.

Yu Jiu is not yet ready to take this step.

So he left some leeway and temporarily declined Wang Xingquan's invitation out of pity or something.

The three of them left the hot pot restaurant after finishing their meal. When they opened the door and went out, the cold wind suddenly blowing from the storefront made them feel 'cool and heart-flying' from the inside out, shivering from the cold.

"Hurry up, hurry up." Zhao Zilan was wearing the thinnest clothes to look handsome, without a pair of long johns in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and her teeth were fighting with each other, urging her: "Run to the parking lot! I'm freezing to death, mom!" of!"

He swears coldly, his face is pale.

Seeing Zhao Zilan's cowardly behavior, Wang Xingquan felt it was funny in his heart, and just wanted to sneer, but his stomach was filled with excitement.

He 'died before leaving school', so he shut his mouth obediently, gathered his coat and walked quickly to the underground parking lot.

On the road, his ears were sharp and he could hear the "squeak" of the teeth of the people next to him. When Wang Xingquan turned his head, he saw Yu Jiu's face was as white as frozen plaster, but his ears were very red.

"Be patient." He said something in a low voice, which was a relief: "After running 500 meters, we will reach the parking lot."

......

The parking lot of this hot pot restaurant is almost inhumanely far away, almost two miles away.

After hearing this 'comfort', Yu Jiu couldn't laugh or cry, but felt much warmer in his heart.

Seeing the smile on his face, Wang Xingquan felt relieved, and planned to turn his head away and continue walking—at this very moment, his eyes behind the lens accurately captured several sneaky figures in front of him.

The road from the hot pot restaurant to the parking lot is a narrow path, not many people backlit, the alley is narrow, and there are not even street lights.

In such a cold and icy night, where you can't see your face clearly, those people don't rush like them, but what are they doing sticking around in this alley?

In particular, he also heard some ping-pong beating sounds, but he couldn't tell what it was, but it felt weird anyway.

Wang Xingquan squinted his eyes, feeling something was wrong.

"Old Zhao." He quickly walked a few steps to hold Zhao Zilan, and said in a low voice, "Wait a minute."

"What's wrong?" However, Zhao Zilan didn't notice the slightest danger, jumping up and down in the cold, and said hurriedly, "Hurry up, I'm freezing to death."

Wang Xingquan said in a low voice: "Let's go around by another road, this..."

"Change the way? Brother Quan, what are you talking about?" Zhao Zilan's eyes widened, and he corrected him solemnly: "The only way to the parking lot is this way, where else can we go?"

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Wang Xingquan really wanted to sew this guy's grinning mouth shut.

But his abrupt complexion changed, and his tense, serious and indifferent appearance made someone like Zhao Zilan, who was so big-hearted to let out the air, feel that something was wrong, and was slightly taken aback.

Yu Jiu was taken aback when he saw it, and murmured: "Why do you..."

Before he finished speaking, his body was staggered by Wang Xingquan, Yu Jiu was almost 'thrown' into a corner, and almost fell to the ground.

He barely supported the ground with his hands, turned his head away in a panic, and saw Wang Xingquan, who had just thrown him aside, pulling Zhao Zilan to block in front of him, his back was slender in the dark alley, like half the sky.

Yu Jiu heard Wang Xingquan ask coldly: "Who are you?"

It turned out that the group of people gathered in front of the alley just now heard Zhao Zilan's words and knew that they were going to run away, so they hurried over to plan to 'encircle and suppress' for fear of something bad.

And Wang Xingquan became conscious the moment they moved under their feet, and his first thought was to throw the helpless Yujiu aside first, since he and Zhao Zilan would fight anyway.

As for why they react so quickly - children who are often beaten can naturally smell danger.

"Fuck, who are you?!" Zhao Zilan realized the danger belatedly, and shouted angrily, "Dare to block me while it's dark? You little thieves don't even ask me. who is it?!"

"Who are you? Hehe." Not only was the 'thief' not afraid of Zhao Zilan's words, but he started laughing, the smile was so sinister that it made goosebumps on the body, and the spine felt chills—I didn't know it was from the cold. Still scared.

The hairy thief waved his hand: "I beat you guys!"

A fight for no reason just broke out in the narrow and dark alley. The motive, identity, nothing is clear...

But the other party came aggressively, armed with sticks as weapons, apparently aimed at them.

Who is it aimed at? Who has any grudge against these bastards?

Yu Jiu was thinking in a daze, and he was a little dazed—he had never had a fight in his 30 years of life. 'The Power to Bind a Chicken'.

He could only quietly call the police first.

Then after hanging up the phone, looking at Zhao Zilan and Wang Xingquan protecting him with eyes adapted to the darkness, Yu Jiu couldn't help biting his fingers anxiously.

He clearly knew that if he rushed to help, he would be playing the role of cannon fodder, and it would not be enough to cause trouble.

But tell him to watch here... He still feels that he can't watch.

"Stop! Stop!" Yu Jiu had no choice but to stand up, screaming in vain: "Stop beating those people, who the hell sent you here to make trouble? Can we negotiate terms?"

He believes that people who can only use force to solve problems are not as good as animals.

However, the voice of shouting was hoarse, and no one paid attention to him.

Yu Jiu watched as Wang Xingquan swiftly pushed a person to the ground, stepped on his sneakers heavily, and amidst that person's miserable screams, two of his accomplices surrounded him with sticks, his pupils couldn't help shrinking in fright. for a moment—

"Stop!" Yu Jiu rushed up tremblingly, hugged one of the people who was holding a stick and wanted to sneak up on Wang Xingquan's back from behind: "I'm fucking telling you to stop!"

The man was caught off guard, he didn't know that Yu Jiu, a little chick who didn't work hard, had the guts to rush forward, his hand trembled carelessly, and the stick fell to the ground.

"Yu Jiu!" Wang Xingquan saw that he was someone who often fights, and his moves were sharp and fierce. After he stepped on the man on the soles of his feet, he quickly sensed the approach of the other two people, and quickly jumped up to restrain one of them. The person's throat was locked in front of his chest, but when he turned his head, he saw this scene——

Yu Jiu clumsily hugged the masked little bastard from behind, not knowing where he got the courage.

"Let go!" He shouted, and Yu Jiu obediently let go of that person's body without hesitation.

As a result, the next second he let go and ran away, Wang Xingquan kicked the little thief in his arms back again and again, and bent down to cover his stomach with a scream.

Yu Jiu was stunned, feeling numb in his hands and feet.

He never expected that such a gentle person like Wang Xingquan would fight so hard, just like a veteran.It was as if a corner of the gentle and indifferent skin had been torn off, revealing its bloodthirsty nature.

"Don't stand there stupidly!" Wang Xingquan cut the hands of the man who bent over and screamed at him behind his back to shield himself from the attacks of the people around him, and took the time to shout to Yu Jiu: "Take the stick he dropped just now!" Give me!"

Yu Jiu woke up like a dream, and hurriedly picked up the stick at his feet and handed it to Wang Xingquan - it was only then that he felt that he was so worthless that his hands were shaking.

He was too thin, almost weak, his face was always pale to bloodless, and his eyes were full of fear.

In the face of this kind of real fight, there is panic at the sight of flesh and blood.

Yu Jiu has been living in a utopia called 'academic', he can only deal with reasonable people, if he can't deal with them, he should call the police.

But he has never encountered this kind of bloodthirsty person who doesn't reason with you, and doesn't even wait for you to call the police.

All of a sudden, "gentlemanship" and a basket of "knowledge" have become empty words.

Yu Jiu finally understood why in some stories before, such an inexperienced 'scholar' would be beaten to death by the butcher.

But now these butchers are lazy to pay attention to him, a person who really can't do anything, everyone's eyes are stained with blood, and they only concentrate on dealing with Wang Xingquan and Zhao Zilan.

Once a man's desire to win and lose is aroused, it will only become more out of control.

When the two sides blushed under the sound of sticks and insults, and when Yu Jiu ran around fighting with his teeth, the police he just called finally worked.

The police siren sounded outside the quiet and bloody alley, and it was very close from the inside, like a sickle cut the hearts of the group of butchers——

"Fuck! The note is here!" One of them shouted in a hurry: "Brother Wang, let's withdraw!"

"You want to run now? Are you fucking dreaming?" Zhao Zilan angrily took out the small Swiss army knife she was carrying with her, and blocked the six people with Wang Xingquan, sneering instead: "Don't let them You squat in the police station for ten days and a half months, my surname is not Zhao!"

"Too much deceit!" Those people couldn't hold back their faces and gritted their teeth angrily: "Brothers, continue!"

The voice of the person who spoke seemed to be hoarse with extreme anger, but his mind was actually clear—he was walking towards Zhao Zilan aggressively, but he turned sharply halfway, and waved the people behind him to rush towards Zhao Zilan. Wang Xingquan's side——

The action was so fast that people had no time to react, and it was the only attack that could be called a bright spot in the useless "hands-on" of this criminal gang tonight.

Wang Xingquan blocked Yu Jiu from behind and let him go out first, the corners of his lips curled up playfully.

"Fuck! You gang of grandchildren!" Zhao Zilan was in a hurry, and she was about to help Wang Xingquan copy from behind after a few steps, and she was about to grab the man by the collar and pull him over - but the man moved too fast, he He only pulled off the black cloth covering his face.

Wang Xingquan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Although it was already dark, Wang Xingquan could clearly see the man whose black cloth was removed in front of him through the moonlight. There was a scar of a few centimeters on the corner of his lip, which stretched all the way to his chin. It was a pretty good looking face. Added a bit of hostility and ferocity.

But what really surprised Wang Xingquan was not the scar, he didn't care whether the perpetrator was beautiful or ugly, but...

He has a photographic memory since he was a child, and it is difficult to forget the people he has seen, let alone people with obvious facial features like the one in front of him.

He had seen this person in front of him before. He used to be a bodyguard next to Xiao Yan. If he could think about it carefully, Wang Xingquan could even remember his name along the way.

It's a pity that this moment is not the time for him to think about it carefully.

In such a moment of distraction, the person rushing up had already been cut with a stick——Wang Xingquan made a rare mistake, because the "friends" around him were distracted, thinking at this moment, "It will be Xiao Yan who sent someone here" Beat us? 'this problem.

When he came back to his senses, he didn't have time to dodge, so he raised his arms to cover his head, and took the blow abruptly.

It was as if the sound of bones breaking was clear in the dark night.

The author has something to say: 99: There is no problem that cannot be solved by calling the police!If there is, it means the enemy is too barbaric and I am too good-for-nothing.