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Song Nai didn't want to talk to him, and silently shrank within the yellow light of the street lights, like a moth that lacked wings and couldn't fly anywhere.

"Come up, I'll take you home."

An Yang called him, but Song Nai was unmoved, he was a vengeful rabbit, his wound hurt like hell, and he still complained a little in his heart about the person who smashed his head.

If it weren't for the fact that he was innocent and didn't have much money, An Yang wouldn't bother to care about him. His appearance was too unbearable to look at directly. His striped polo shirt was stained with oil and blood, as if he had just experienced a Homicide, short and thin, with a large bald head, is comical in its misery.

Song Nai said to himself that An Yang was actually skeptical, maybe because he was stunted because of setting up a stall and staying up late, Song Nai looked more like a junior high school student.

After waiting for a while, An Yang became impatient, and picked up someone to forcefully stuff it into his car.

The loose ice hockey uniform covered An Yang's muscular body. Song Nai was clamped by him and couldn't move at all. Before he could jump out of the car, the Kawasaki H2 flew out like a wild wolf ready to go. , Song Nai almost fell, and hurriedly hugged the strong waist of the person in front of him.

"I don't need you to take it, I called a car—"

As soon as Song Nai opened his mouth, the wind rushed into his mouth, stuffing all the words behind him back into his throat.

The locomotive just passed an intersection at this time, An Yang bent flexibly, the body tilted at a huge angle, the wind washed over his ankles like water, Song Nai was so frightened that he pressed his head against An Yang's back, and closed his eyes tightly. Focusing his eyes, An Yang felt a group of trembling soft chirps behind him, and laughed out loud.

"Please, drive slowly..." Song Nai stammered, his lips blanched from fright and nervousness.

"Which way are you going? Take you back to the barbecue stand?"

An Yang looked at ease, even his pores were cool and comfortable. Compared to sitting in a car with closed sides, he loved the feeling of traveling in the wind.

The street scene passed by his side like a streamline, and he retreated at a high speed, leaving all his troubles behind.

Song Nai couldn't bear the ups and downs of this roller coaster. As soon as the car stopped, his whole body seemed to have passed through the water. His back was wet with cold sweat. He bent over and coughed for a long time. come back.

An Yang sent him to the intersection and threw him down, made a goodbye gesture to him, and slammed the accelerator and left. Song Nai was dizzy and his stomach was still uncomfortable. He squatted for a long time before he recovered, and he had no choice but to take a taxi back home.

When we got home, the sky was already turning white, and Mr. Ji was not at home. The dirty little rabbit took advantage of the loopholes and didn't wash up, didn't even change his clothes, and fell asleep with his head tilted on the bed.

He didn't wake up until noon, and before he opened his eyes, he already felt the pain from the wound, which reminded him of the incompleteness of his head. Song Nai took off the camel sweater that Mr. Ji didn't want, and knitted a hat for himself.

Song Nai used to wear his cousin’s leftover clothes. The boy’s clothes were easily damaged. When they were worn out and handed over to Song Nai, they were already full of holes and stains. Discard clean fabrics and mend old clothes that look like rags.

The cashmere thread is too soft, and the stitches of the knitted hat are crooked. Fortunately, after putting it on, at least it can cover the unsightly bald head.

After Song Le saw it, she also clamored for one. Song Nai wove another small hat with missing stitches here and there, like an old spider web, but Song Le liked it very much and even wore it to sleep.

In summer, the wounds are prone to inflammation. Zhang Lijun does not allow wounded people to help workers. The barbecue stall is closed for rest and rectification. Song Nai is forced to rest at home, and his salary is also gone. Song Naichou, who is heavily in debt, sighs at the white rice in the bowl .