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

"Brother Quan!"

Zhao Zilan's eyes were wide open, and she swiped the knife in anger, frightening the little thieves from approaching, thus opening up a path of disrespect.He rushed to the corner to support Wang Xingquan, and shouted in a hurry: "Where did you hit? Is it serious?!"

But Zhao Zilan's voice made Yu Jiu, who had just heard Wang Xingquan's words, stop and turn his head around.

I saw Wang Xingquan leaning against the wall and holding his right arm in some embarrassment, his face was as pale as a figure carved out of plaster.

He has always been a calm and composed person. I don't know what kind of stick he received just now. Now his fingertips seem to be trembling...

Yu Jiu stood on the spot and stared blankly, feeling a 'buzz' in his head, and stood firmly on the spot, unable to move as if rooted.

"Police! Don't move!"

Fortunately, the police have already rushed to the entrance of the alley. With the powerful flashing lights and the sound of loudspeakers, a few police officers rushed in from the narrow alley, and subdued the little gangsters who were just showing off their power in a few moments up.

No calamity.

When I boarded the 120 car with Wang Xingquan and Zhao Zilan, these four words flashed through Yu Jiu's chaotic mind.

Because Wang Xingquan was seriously injured, the police did not take the three of them back. Instead, they sent a policeman to follow and allowed them to go to the hospital for an examination first.

There was a doctor and a nurse in the car, and they simply did a prospective examination for Wang Xingquan.

That arm, which should have been clean and fair, was now bruised and bruised, and his eyes were sore from the prickly wine.Accompanied by the doctor's pressing examination, he seemed to feel the pain in his arm.

His gaze unconsciously shifted along his arms to Wang Xingquan's face, Yu Jiu saw that his face was pale, his thin lips were now drawn into a tight line, and there was a layer of crystal clear sweat on his forehead.

Just like the reason why men don't cry easily, Wang Xingquan is very patient, and he doesn't even want to cry out.

Only the blue veins on the forehead and the back of the hand can see the fact that it's 'extremely painful'.

"Fuck, who the hell are those people?! I have to kill them!" Zhao Zilan is now a walking volcanic lava, with lingering sparks when she opened her mouth. The corners of Junyan's mouth hurt when he opened his mouth to speak, but he still couldn't stop him from babbling: "Bacchus, you'll go to the hospital to accompany Brother Quan in a while, I'm going to the hospital to make notes, I have to read See those grandchildren were sent by that bastard..."

Yu Jiu's brain seemed to be rusted, he just stared at Wang Xingquan's arm in a daze, without saying 'um'.

Wang Xingquan opened his eyes impatiently amidst Zhao Zilan's endless chatter, rubbed his temple with the other intact hand, and saw Yu Jiu's face as pale as his when he turned his head.

He was taken aback for a while, and after a while, he pursed his lips and asked him, "Scared?"

When he opened his mouth to speak, Wang Xingquan's usually clear voice was a little hoarse - as if he was sweating from the pain just now, and even his throat was soaked in the salty sweat.

Yu Jiu felt more and more unhappy, and let out a muffled 'hmm'.

His slender fingers unconsciously grasped the clothes next to him, and clenched his teeth.

For a long time, Yujiu has always been quite a person to himself.

But just now... for the first time, he realized that he was so useless, really like what the old people used to say, 'a useless scholar is a scholar'.

If he could also help the leader, perhaps Wang Xingquan would not be injured.

But not only was he unable to help, but he also caused the other two people to protect him... Yu Jiu really felt extremely guilty, as if his heart had been pinched.

And Zhao Zilan was also aware of this matter, he glanced at Yu Jiu thoughtfully, and when he arrived at the hospital and took advantage of Yu Jiu to queue up to pay the bill, he couldn't help but quietly asked Wang Xingquan when he was filming in the CT room— —

"Brother Quan, when we were fighting just now..." Zhao Zilan asked hesitantly, "Why are you so protective of Dionysus? You know he can't fight?"

"Does he look like he can fight?" Wang Xingquan glanced at him, probably because of the pain, his eyes and voice were comfortable: "Besides, he is young, so he should be more protective."

He was the one who called people out to drink, so naturally he wanted to protect them. As for those who hit...the hitters, Wang Xingquan felt even more headache when he thought of the man with the scar on his face.

Because he didn't know why Xiao Yan sent someone to beat the three of them, and who was it for?I didn't offend him, but Zhao Zilan and Yu Jiu...

I'm afraid it's more likely to be Yu Jiu's child.

Yu Jiu, who was about to push the door outside the door, paused, and his fingers on the doorknob froze.

Hearing Wang Xingquan's words, the sour feeling in his heart was even more inexplicable.

Wang Xingquan said that he wanted to protect him, which was a matter of course, but it reflected that he had indeed hurt them.

Yu Jiu lowered his head and glanced at his slender arm that seemed to be broken, and sighed silently.

Wang Xingquan's CT was accelerated, and the result came out very quickly - a fracture, requiring surgery and nails.

Not to mention the injury for a hundred days, the unlucky New Year will have to be spent in the hospital.This kind of thing happened on New Year's Eve... I really can't tell what the omen is, and it's not good no matter how you look at it.

After the operation, Zhao Zilan went to the hospital with the police to take notes, and Yu Jiu stayed in the hospital to take care of Wang Xingquan.

He stopped by to call the nursing teacher of Wang Yizhuo Special School, and asked him to take care of Wang Yizhuo overnight, and his family will pick him up tomorrow.

After hanging up the phone, it seemed that the whole chaotic world had returned to peace, except for Wang Xingquan who was lying on the bed breathing lightly—the anesthesia during the operation hadn't worn off yet, and he was sleeping soundly now.

Yu Jiu stared at it for a long time, blinking his eyes sourly.

He stood up after a while, and took a cleaning wipe to help Wang Xingquan wipe off the dirt on his face. He was careful and careful, as if he was handling some precious porcelain.

Fingertips traced Wang Xingquan's well-defined face with facial features through a wet towel, and gradually became hot.

It was Yu Jiu's first time to 'serve' others, and he didn't do it carefully. He reluctantly helped Wang Xingquan wipe his face and hands clean, unbuttoned a few buttons of his clothes, and felt a little short of breath.

I don't know if it's because I'm tired or something else.

Wang Xingquan lived in a double room, probably because the occupancy rate was not high on the eve of the Spring Festival, the other bed was empty and empty.

Yu Jiu was a little tired after tidying up, but he had no intention of going to sleep on that empty bed—what if someone came?

He blinked his sleepy eyes, and yawned one after another. After a while, he lay down beside Wang Xingquan's bed and took a nap in a daze.

In the posture that I used to take a nap on the desk when I was in school, I don’t care if I wake up with back pain.

He didn't know how long he slept, but Yu Jiu was awakened by thirst in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes in a daze to find water, straightened up and couldn't help but groaned.

Tsk, my back hurts.

Yu Jiu opened his eyes with difficulty, and after taking a sip of water, he did not forget to observe Wang Xingquan's situation along the bedside night light.

As a result, he was startled when he saw it—Wang Xingquan didn't know whether it was because of the pain or because he was having a nightmare, his face had a pained look that he had never seen before, even when he was beaten and inspected just now.

Now, his brows are frowning, his face is dripping with cold sweat, and even his slender neck is covered with...

Yu Jiu was jolted, and he became sober. He quickly reached out and took out a tissue, gently helped Wang Xingquan wipe off the sweat on his face, and called him, "Wang Xingquan? Wang Xingquan?"

Wang Xingquan...

Wake up, you wake up...

There was a soft voice that kept calling him, as if it wanted to call Wang Xingquan out of the painful dream that was almost torn apart by the fragments of the explosion.

No, it's a nightmare.

The woman in the dream walked briskly, gently stroking his hair and cheeks, her voice was soft with a smile, but her eyes felt crumbling and broken.

Then there was a sharp pain in the arm - it was the woman who cut his skin with glass, and blood dripped down.

But Wang Xingquan was used to pressing the wound, not even saying the word 'pain' lazily.

What can the same lunatic say?He could only quickly run out of the cramped room, hold the young Wang Yizhuo in his arms and lock the door behind him, feed him milk powder and change his diaper as if nothing had happened...

The bleeding arm has not been dealt with and has been in pain.

It was painful...until Wang Xingquan opened his eyes in a daze, and looked down to see his arm wrapped in white bandages.

For a moment, it seemed that the dream and reality overlapped.

His right arm can be said to be a body of steel.

Wang Xingquan looked at Shang Yujiu's black eyes nervously, and was rarely taken aback.

"Are you awake? Did you have a nightmare?" Seeing him open his eyes, Yu Jiu couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and hurriedly asked, "I'm scared to death!"

Withdrawing from the nightmare, Wang Xingquan's head with a splitting headache kept flooding with previous memories, a fight in the dark alley, his arm being hit by Xiao Yan's bodyguard...

Until the most important thing comes to mind.

A trace of nervousness flashed across Wang Xingquan's eyebrows, and he almost sat up straight to reach for his mobile phone on the table, and said with difficulty: "Wang Yizhuo..."

"Hey, don't worry!" Yu Jiu hurriedly pressed his hand: "I called Teacher Zhuo Zhuo and asked him to take care of him all night, don't worry."

Wang Xingquan relaxed his tight breath, and then he relaxed.

And as soon as he relaxed, the severe pain on his arm became clear, like a shadow, just like... just like those marks from before were superimposed, and the pain multiplied.

"Your arm..." Yu Jiu looked at his pale face and asked softly, "Does it hurt? It's all on me."

Wang Xingquan couldn't help laughing: "What does it have to do with you?"

"If I'm not that good, I can help you order." Yu Jiu sighed: "You won't get hurt."

"It has nothing to do with you." Not wanting Yu Jiu to take the matter on himself, Wang Xingquan paused, and said slowly: "At that time, I was distracted."

"Missed?" Yu Jiu was stunned: "Why?"

Wang Xingquan didn't answer, his brows drooped, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, somewhat 'shadowy'.

Why?For the time being, I can't explain it to Yu Jiu in detail, because even he doesn't know exactly what Xiao Yan wants to do.

Wang Xingquan narrowed his eyes, thoughtful.

And in the early morning of the next day, Zhao Zilan was furious and spread the news in the circle. When Xiao Yan found out about it, his head buzzed, and he became sober.

The incident of 'Wang Xingquan was injured' was like a basin of cold water falling from the sky, pouring cold on his still warm body under the blanket.

Xiao Yan didn't even have time to think about what was going on, and even crawled out of bed and ran to the hospital—driving all the way, and didn't even have time to wash his face.

On the way, he hurriedly asked which ward Wang Xingquan was in. When Xiao Yan ran up, Yu Jiu happened to go to the cafeteria to cook for Wang Xingquan, and the latter was alone in the ward.

Hearing the turbulent movement at the door, Wang Xingquan's eyebrows moved slightly, and when he turned his head, he saw Xiao Yan rushing in with disheveled clothes——

"Brother Quan!" He ran to the hospital bed in three steps at a time, staring at Wang Xingquan with burning eyes: "What the hell happened?!"

......

Wang Xingquan was silent for a moment, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

The flash of coldness on his face made Xiao Yan stunned for a moment, and his mind, as if being doused by the flames, was slightly cleared up.

"Sit." After a while, Wang Xingquan returned to his usual appearance, as if the condensation just now was an illusion.

Xiao Yan was a little at a loss, sitting on the stool next to the hospital bed with hands and feet.

"I went to dinner with Old Zhao yesterday, and there was Yujiu." Wang Xingquan keenly felt that Xiao Yan's body froze when he mentioned the keyword 'Yujiu'.

"It's at the hotpot restaurant in Zhizi Lane." Wang Xingquan wasn't surprised, just curled his lips slightly, and continued as if nothing had happened: "On the way out to the parking lot, I met a group of hooligans looking for trouble to fight."

"Who are they all?" Xiao Yan suppressed the urge to burn even more after hearing the word 'Yu Jiu', and asked gloomily, clenching his fists: "Brother Quan, do you remember those things?" What does the grandson look like? I'll help you clean them up!"

Wang Xingquan didn't speak, but looked at him fixedly.

"Huh?" Xiao Yan was puzzled by the Erzhang monk he was looking at, and asked wonderingly: "Brother Quan, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"A Yan." Wang Xingquan's black eyes flashed a trace of emotion similar to 'regret', and his other intact hand was playing with the apples in the fruit basket that Lao Zhou and the others came to visit before, sighing silently : "You really don't know?"

Xiao Yan was stunned, and murmured: "How could I know, I only found out about this news this morning."

He didn't understand what Wang Xingquan said at all, but his eyes made Xiao Yan subconsciously a little uneasy.

"I saw one of them." Wang Xingquan was silent for a moment, and said leisurely: "The cloth covering his face was accidentally torn off by Lao Zhao, and there was a scar... extending from the corner of his mouth to his chin, about five centimeters .”

There was silence in the house.

After Wang Xingquan finished speaking, Xiao Yan was completely stunned.

But Yu Jiu, who wanted to enter the door after eating outside the door, but heard Xiao Yan's voice and planned to avoid it, frowned slightly after hearing this sentence, and continued to listen in a strange way.

"Brother Quan, I... I definitely don't! Chen Yi is indeed my bodyguard, but... But how the hell could I ask someone to beat you? I'm not crazy!"

Yu Jiu heard Xiao Yan's fiery explanation in the room, his voice was eager to swear, and the fingers holding the doorknob couldn't help but clenched more and more.

"You may not be targeting me and Lao Zhao." Wang Xingquan's voice was cold, with a hint of disappointment: "There was someone beside us last night...Xiao Yan, tell the truth."

There was another suffocating silence in the ward.

Yu Jiu was outside the house, and his breathing was a little short - because he knew that the 'other' Wang Xingquan was referring to was himself.

It's just that Yu Jiu never imagined that those people who came last night might be aimed at him...or they might be sent by Xiao Yan.

So, it was really him who caused the trouble, and it was really him who caused Wang Xingquan such misery.

Oh, what a fuck.