Be good

It was dark, and the corridor was also dark.

The sound of footsteps stepping on the stairs from bottom to top, one after another, was a bit chaotic, and then with a "bang", the door was knocked open.

Two figures rushed into the door in the dark, stumbled and supported, as if they were drunk.

There was a "boom" on the floor, someone lay down straight away, and Lin Qianxi's voice sounded: "Turn on the light, it's so fucking dark."

"Wait." Zongcheng's voice replied.

After more than ten seconds, he finally turned on the light.

The room was lit up, and Lin Qianxi was lying on the floor, panting, "I don't even know how I got here, I wish I could just lie there by the river."

Zongcheng wiped the sweat off his face, smelled the smell of blood like rust, walked away for a while, came back after a while, and threw two clothes on him: "Go take a shower, don't lie down."

Lin Qianxi didn't want to move: "I'm too tired."

Zong Cheng bent down, grabbed his arm and dragged him up: "Go quickly."

Lin Qianxi had no choice but to hug the two clothes with one hand and get up: "Okay, okay, let's go."

After he entered the bathroom, Zongcheng went to the kitchen sink to wash his hands, only to find that there were several cuts on his hands, and the blood he saw before turned out to be his own.It may have been cut while climbing the iron gate, or it may have been dropped when Lin Qianxi jumped on him.

He washed his hands, washed his face again, picked up his hair with wet hands, held the sink for a while, then turned his head and walked back to the living room.

Lin Qianxi suddenly shouted in the bathroom: "Fuck, these two clothes are only for the outside and not for the inside!"

Zongcheng was looking for something in the cabinet at the station, and when he heard the sound, he glanced towards the bathroom, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "Do you want to find my underwear for you?"

"Fuck..." Lin Qianxi didn't seem to hear, and cursed in a low voice, something rattled inside, as if someone fell down.

Zongcheng immediately looked back at the door.

After about a minute, the door opened, and Lin Qianxi came out. He supported the wall with one hand, and walked over to the small table. He fell down again, his hair still wet.

"Damn it, I made it out alive..." He was wet and wet, wearing Zongcheng's black T-shirt and loose trousers, which were a bit bigger than his own clothes, making him look thinner.

Hearing no reply, Lin Qianxi looked at where Zongcheng was, but before he could find it, he was grabbed by the shoulder, only to find that Zongcheng had squatted down beside him.

He took the cushion and sat down, the hand holding Lin Qianxi's shoulder suddenly tightened his grip: "Don't move around this time."

"Ah?" Lin Qianxi didn't understand what he was talking about, his clothes were lifted up, his lower abdomen felt cold, and he heard the sound of "呲呵", the smell of the potion permeated, and he suddenly yelled: "Fuck fuck!" Fuck, another spray!"

Zongcheng pressed his shoulder, stretched out one long leg, and repeated the same trick, putting his knee on his knee, spraying with the other hand, lowering his eyes and saying: "It's not the last time, this is for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, it's more stimulating than that." gone."

"Thank you for telling me!"

"You're welcome." Zongcheng looked at his stomach while spraying, but no injuries could be seen. It was the most difficult to see when fists and feet landed on the stomach. Only the person who suffered it knew it was uncomfortable.

He stopped, and saw Lin Qianxi inhaling because of the pain, Bai Shengsheng's lower abdomen contracted, two faint mermaid lines were submerged in his trousers, his eyelids drooped a little, and he pulled off his black t-shirt.

"Okay?" Lin Qianxi hissed.

Zong Cheng took his leg away, and clapped the hand grabbing his shoulder: "Lie over."

"Again?"

"If you don't want to get up tomorrow, just do it."

"..." Lin Qianxi himself knew it was serious, so he obediently turned over, like a salted fish, and stopped moving after turning over.

Zongcheng also lifted the black thong on his back, and focused his eyes. This time it was not on the soft place like the stomach, but from the shoulders to the back, and then to the waist, it was all bruised and purple.

He lowered his head, took a towel in his hand, sprayed the spray on it first, and asked, "How many times have you been in there?"

"How many times?" Lin Qianxi rested his chin on his arm, lay there and said listlessly: "Who else counts that one? Those people are more respectful than Second Master Guan is alive. I don't have a deep hatred with them, almost Punches and kicks are fine, as long as they don't get in my house or hinder me in the future, it doesn't matter if you get punched or kicked twice. It's just San Pao, that bitch who makes trouble... Fuck!"

There was a sudden pain in his waist, and it was only then that Lin Qianxi realized why Zongcheng asked these questions. He was deliberately interrupting him. There was already an extra towel on his waist, and he wanted to writhe because of the irritating drug reaction.

Zong Cheng pressed his waist through the towel and pushed hard.

Lin Qianxi gritted his teeth to hold back his snort, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Zong Cheng's hand pressing on his waist. There were a few cuts on the back of his hand, blood stains remained, which had not been treated, and his forearm was tense, drawing a line , It was really hard.

He heard his low and weak voice in his ears: "As for what, you are so good at beating, but you are so afraid of pain?"

Lin Qianxi's eyes flickered for no reason, then he quietly turned his eyes away, clenched his teeth, and suddenly felt that this person was so cool to the ceiling, with a strong blood all over his body, he would cry out in pain, damn it, stop crying.

It took at least half an hour for Zongcheng to finish treating the injury on his back. When he pulled off the black shirt on his body, his eyes swept over his undulating waistline. He lowered his head and packed up the bottles of medicine, got up and went kitchen.

After a while, the voice floated out: "What do you eat?"

Hearing this, Lin Qianxi finally loosened his jaw: "I don't want to eat." His stomach was hurting.

There was the sound of a fire being fired inside.

Lin Qianxi gave a "tsk" and asked him what he thought, but he didn't follow through at all, being overbearing.

He maintained his prone position and really didn't want to move at all.

Suddenly, the fluffy hair brushed across his arm, and it was a little itchy. When he turned his head, he saw the white Tom squeezed over and licked his fingers.

Lin Qianxi smiled, touched it, but still didn't want to move: "Oh, Tom, it's good to see you, don't look at me in a miserable state, I'm actually happy."

Tom groaned twice.

"Oh, what? They say I'm happy. The farther I stay away from them, the closer I get to getting better, you know?" Lin Qianxi spoke to it in a low voice: "Quickly tell me you know."

Tom suddenly "woofed".

"Damn it, you're worthy of being raised by a bully, you're human!" Lin Qianxi wanted to hug it.

When Zongcheng came out with a bowl of rice, he was still lying there, his posture unchanged.

"Let's eat." The rice was placed on the small table, Tom jumped up and smelled the aroma, Zong Cheng scooped it up and put it beside him.

Lin Qianxi covered his stomach: "I said I don't want to eat."

"Eat, unless you don't want to be good." Zong Cheng looked at his bloody face: "Hurry up, I don't want to do anything."

Lin Qianxi had no choice but to sit up slowly: "Why do you move your hands, you can still feed me with your hands?"

The corner of Zongcheng's mouth moved slightly, his eyes were still fixed on his face: "It's all finished."

"..." Lin Qian put on his suit, took the chopsticks, put his arms on the small table, and started to eat.

Zongcheng looked down at himself, only to realize that he was out of shape at this moment, so he turned his head and went into the bathroom.

After he took a shower, changed his clothes, and came out, he found Lin Qianxi sitting there with his head drooped, staring at the back of his dark head, and walked over, only to find that he was just sleeping on the small table with chopsticks caught.

Tom scratched his short legs below to pick at his bowl but failed to wake him up.

Zongcheng lowered his head and removed the bowl in front of him, looked at his face with closed eyes, Lin Qianxi who was sleeping was really good, wanted to wake him up, but didn't want to, so he looked at him several times, picked up Tom with one hand, Get up and walk away.

Within a minute, he came back again, took a blanket and put it on Lin Qianxi's body, held the phone in the other hand, flipped through it, looked at the time, then at the sleeping Lin Qianxi, turned and walked away Go to the door, gently close the door, and go out.

Yang Rui was just about to have dinner, so he set up a small folding table at the entrance of the grocery store, put two dishes on it, and asked Lu Feng who was sitting on the stool: "Do you want a beer? Can I bring you a bottle?"

"Drink, have a bottle."

"Forget it, you better stop drinking, you have to drive later." Yang Rui stopped himself again.

Just as Lu Feng was about to answer his words, he heard footsteps, turned his head to look at the street, and saw the familiar tall and cool figure, reflecting the lights, showing neat short hair and expressionless face.

"Brother Lu."

Lu Feng paused, a little surprised: "What did you call me?" After asking, he realized, "Do you need my help?"

Zongcheng said "hmm": "I'm not familiar with the way here, I want you to take me to meet Sanpao."

Yang Rui saw it in surprise: "Is something wrong?"

Lu Feng seemed to have figured it out, stood up, stopped eating, and said to Yang Rui: "I'll go and see." After speaking, he walked to Zongcheng, nodded, and signaled him to follow him.

Zongcheng followed him, went to the street, stood together and chatted for a while.

Soon Lu Feng took out his car keys and went to the side of the road to start his old truck.

Zongcheng followed the car and sat in the passenger seat.

When Lu Feng drove the car out, he said, "I'll tell you when I see Sanpao later, you might suffer a loss, don't resist."

"I understand." Zongcheng replied without any emotion.

The car turned around and turned around, and the last place it stopped was a dirty old street, surrounded by crowded hair washing rooms and foot washing rooms, it was noisy, and the sound of mahjong tiles knocking on the table in the mahjong parlor could be heard from a long distance away. rattling.

Lu Feng got off the car and entered the mahjong parlor. After a while, he came out and called out: "Zongcheng."

Zongcheng walked over from the car: "Can I go in?"

Lu Feng took a look inside: "Inside, you are so ruthless, his right arm is broken."

Zongcheng didn't say anything, just walked in with his head down.

Lu Feng waited outside, lit a cigarette, didn't take a few puffs, and heard Sanpao's ghost screaming: "You fucking dare to come, I will take off your arm, believe it or not!"

The whole mahjong parlor was quiet for a few seconds because of his ghostly cry.

Zongcheng's voice was very cold: "Then I will use the left arm and the right arm."

"Fuck you..." An extremely dirty greeting pierced the eardrums sharply.

Lu Feng smoked more than half of his cigarette, and the people inside came out.

Zongcheng supported his arm with one hand and said to him, "You can go."

Lu Feng looked at him, then turned to drive.

Zongcheng went to the car, opened the door with his right hand, and got in.

Lu Feng glanced at his left arm that was always hanging down: "How many times did you get hit?"

"Twice." Zongcheng leaned back on the chair and said, "I asked him to take the club and hit it back. He said he couldn't find a club as hard as that, and he had to add it to relieve his anger. Thank you for coming forward, otherwise it should not stop."

"That's not enough. You let him show his dirty tricks in front of everyone today. He has no face. Otherwise, it would not be so easy for me to say it. He will definitely bite Lin Qianxi. At this moment, I only mention being beaten by you." But in the future, try to avoid him as much as possible, he is not a good guy, he has no rules, and he can do anything."

"Understood." At that time, Zongcheng saw that other people were paying their bills inside, so Sanpao came out on purpose, guessing that he wanted to avoid Lin Qianxi's tricks, so he paid attention.When you swing that shot, you think about the consequences.

Lu Feng started the car and did not rush to drive. He glanced at his arm again: "Is it serious, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, he doesn't have enough strength." Zongcheng said in a deep voice, "Do you have a wooden stick here? It's enough to straighten it between them, and it hasn't broken."

Lu Feng turned around and fumbled for a while from the loaded carriage, took out two wooden sticks, and showed them to him.

Zongcheng said: "Short, about forty centimeters is enough."

Lu Feng folded it into two sections, and rubbed the burr on the side of the car mat twice until it was no longer prickly, then found two old cloth strips from under the seat.

Zongcheng sat upright, fully exposing his left arm.

Only then did Lu Feng notice the marks of two heavy blows, the red and purple ones were bruised with blood, and pressed the wooden sticks up.

Zongcheng supported himself, his broken eyebrow twitched, and a forbearance finally appeared on his face.

"You have the guts, and you dare to take the initiative to get it back."

Zongcheng himself pulled the cloth strips tightly, clenched his cheeks, then let go, and said lightly: "I don't like trouble, I don't want to entangle, and so does Lin Qianxi."

Lin Qianxi wanted to get out of that pit.

Lu Feng nodded, he thought long-term, otherwise he would be a man of three guns, it would be endless, at least for now, the trouble is over, although it is not very good.

Seeing that Zong's techniques are quite skilled, and even his requirements are very professional, he couldn't help but say, "You can also be a doctor."

"There is a younger brother to take care of at home, so you have to know how to order." Zongcheng tied the cloth strips, and his tone was still not fluctuating.

"I'm taking care of Lin Qianxi this time, right?" Lu Feng asked.

Zongcheng put his arm carefully, and leaned back on the chair back: "He will carry it once for me, and I will carry it for him once, it's fair."

Lu Feng nodded again and drove the car out.

After returning to the grocery store, an hour passed.

After getting off the car, Zongcheng said, "Thank you." He walked out along the street.

When Lu Feng returned to the grocery store, Yang Rui happened to look out: "He went back?"

"Going back." Lu Feng glanced at the road, then turned around and said, "I'm not wrong, this kid is really ruthless."

"It's much more ruthless than when you were young." Yang Rui said with a smile.

"More than that, I heard that he has good grades?"

"It's not bad. It's good. Didn't you see that Lin Qianxi walked around him every day? Wouldn't it be good to teach Lin Qianxi?"

"Fortunately, his grades are good," Lu Feng said with emotion, "otherwise, if he goes to the streets, he might be the boss here."

When Lin Qianxi woke up, he felt a fluffy thing hugging him again, and when he opened his eyes, it was Tom hugging him in his arms.

It took him a second to remember where he was, and he sat up: "Fuck? I just sleep here?"

Just lying on the side of the small table, and there is an extra blanket beside him.

He turned his head to look for Zongcheng, and after searching around, Zongcheng came out of the bedroom, as if he had just woken up, his eyelids were half closed, and he was still a little sleepy.

"What's your name?" Zong Cheng had just woken up, and his voice was still hoarse.

Lin Qianxi stared at him: "You just let me sleep here? Sleep in your own room?"

Zongcheng said: "That can't be helped, I can't move you either."

In fact, after I came back last night, only my right arm was still handy, and I couldn't move him, so I could only let him fall asleep like that.

Lin Qianxi believed it, rubbed his shoulders twice, and tried to move his body. He was still strong, Xiaoqiang, who couldn't be beaten to death, became much better overnight, moved Tom away from his arms, and stood up with the small table.

Just in time the phone rang.

Lin Qianxi looked at Zongcheng first, and Zongcheng tilted his head towards the bathroom: "Your."

He went in, rummaged through it, and found the mobile phone from the dirty clothes he had changed into. He connected it, and it was Wang Xiao.

"Brother Xi, are you okay?" Wang Xiao said on the phone: "We're here with Boss Yang. If you're okay, come and let us take a look. You're really scared to death. By the way, that Zongcheng, you If you can call it, call it together."

Lin Qianxi came out with his mobile phone and looked at Zongcheng: "Is the sun coming out from the west?"

Wang Xiao said: "Really, you can call if you can, we have nothing to say."

"Okay." Lin Qianxi hung up the phone and called Zongcheng: "Go to Yang Rui's place, do you want to go?"

Zong Cheng glanced at him: "Wait a minute."

Lin Qianxi went back to the bathroom to wash up, stooped to look in the drawer if he had a new toothbrush, and was about to ask, when he caught a glimpse of him in the living room buttoning up his long-sleeved shirt with one hand, with his head slightly lowered, his jaw line fierce.

He was wearing a loose black long-sleeved shirt when he got up, and he looked colder by several levels.

"Aren't you hot in such tight clothes?" Lin Qianxi couldn't help asking.

Zongcheng buttoned the last button: "Not hot."

"Okay." Lin Qianxi stopped asking.

When they got to Yang Rui's shop, Wang Xiao and the others were already wandering around the door.

"Fuck, Brother Xi, you..." Wang Xiao first rushed over to greet him, just raised his head, stared at the black shirt on his body, and then looked at Zong Cheng who was following him, only to realize that the clothes seemed to be more in line with that person's style: "Where are you from?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" Lin Qianxi deliberately didn't answer, passed him, and called twice: "Yang Rui, Yang Rui!"

Yang Rui stepped on the slippers and shook out: "What's the matter?"

"I'll go find San Pao later, you ask Lu Feng to check me out, I'm worried that he will play tricks on me again." Lin Qianxi said as he entered the door.

Yang Rui glanced at Zongcheng who was walking behind him: "You don't need to look for it, Lu Feng has already looked for Sanpao, and you two are evened for the time being."

"?" Lin Qianxi asked: "Didn't I tell Lu Feng not to come forward?"

"It's even, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Yang Rui replied.

Zong Cheng glanced at them at the door, then turned his head and went to the next door.

Xue Sheng and Sun Kai were standing at the pool table, and on the table were the barbecue and beer they brought.

"Let's treat guests today." Sun Kai said to him.

Zong Cheng took a glance, stretched out the stool with his feet, and sat down not too far or too close.

Wang Xiao came over and looked at him: "Let's turn to the previous story, we underestimated you before, yesterday you were too fucking manly, the three of us are convinced."

Zongcheng stretched his right hand out of his pocket to take out a cigarette, gave him a casual look, and didn't answer.

Wang Xiao took out a cigarette by himself, and handed him one, "I'm serious, you're willing to help Brother Xi like that and tell us to run away, thanks to you, we won't talk about the time when we first met in the future It's over, we are friends together, I can call you Brother Sheng." After finishing speaking, he still didn't think it was enough: "You are such a man, you can also be called Master Cheng."

Zongcheng took the cigarette, otherwise he was worried that his secondary soul would explode, and it would be possible to raise himself a few more generations: "Let's turn the chapter, the rest doesn't matter."

Lin Qianxi walked in, frowning. He still hadn't figured out how Lu Feng came out. Seeing the atmosphere at the scene, he was a little surprised: "Fuck, you three finally turned against each other?"

Xue Sheng put a stool next to Zongcheng: "No, come and sit on Brother Xi, we will be friends from now on."

"..." Lin Qianxi was not used to it, so he came over and sat down, looking at the Zongcheng next to him, it was a bit weird, what kind of shape was this, as if he wanted to worship them.

With just these two eyes, he suddenly saw Zongcheng's hand.

"Here," he pointed, "it hasn't been dealt with yet?"

When I saw it yesterday, I thought he had already done it, but he didn't.There were several cuts, but they stopped bleeding, but they were still swollen, which was quite ugly.

Zong Cheng glanced at it, and thought that luckily it wasn't his left hand, holding the cigarette given by Wang Xiao in his finger: "It's okay."

Lin Qianxi laughed, "It's my responsibility, wait." Standing up while speaking, he said to Wang Xiao: "Why are you standing still, eat, I'll be right there, I didn't have an appetite yesterday, but I'm hungry today. "

Wang Xiao dragged the stool over to start, and first gave Zongcheng a can of beer: "Come, Lord Cheng, I respect you."

"..." Zong Cheng suddenly understood why he was so mean to Lin Qianxi, it was natural.

The more expressionless his face is, the cooler he is, and the cooler he is, the more manly he looks. Wang Xiao presented him with a skewer as a token of respect.

Lin Qianxi came back soon, kicked the stool, sat down, and patted some Band-Aids into Zongcheng's arms: "Put them on."

Wang Xiao was worried that he was injured, so he didn't dare to get too close to him, so he grabbed Chuan'er and squeezed to the opposite side.

Sun Kai praised him while eating: "Brother Xi is really awesome, he suffered from that meal yesterday, and today he is alive and well."

Lin Qianxi was embarrassed to say that he had been treated by Zong's instructor's "massage technique" last night, and said "hmm" casually, because he felt that he had to repay Zong's instructor, and turned to urge him: "Take it."

Zongcheng took it with his right hand, put his left hand on his lap, and couldn't move for the time being if he didn't show it: "I said it's fine."

Lin Qianxi just had a skewer in his mouth, looked at him, then at his left hand, as if understanding, tilted his head and asked in a low voice: "You must not be telling the truth, you fell on your arm yesterday, right? "

Zongcheng raised his eyebrows: "Well, you found out."

"Say it earlier." Lin Qianxi dragged the stool closer, took back the band-aids, patted his leg with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Put it here."

Zongcheng glanced at the three people who were opening beer on the opposite side, and the sound of the pull tabs rang out one after another.

He moved his leg, stretched out his right hand, and put it on Lin Qianxi's lap.

Lin Qianxi still had a string in one hand, so he tore off a piece of Band-Aid, bit it open with his teeth, stuck it to the cut place on his hand, pulled another piece, bitten it, and put it on another place.

Wang Xiao planned to clink glasses with the two people opposite to celebrate the rest of his life after the catastrophe. When he looked up, he saw that the two people on the opposite side lowered their heads. They looked at Lin Qianxi, who was looking at somewhere, and then looked at Zongcheng, lowering their eyes slightly, as if looking at It was Lin Qianxi's profile.

"What are you two doing, why don't you eat?" He asked inexplicably.

"Fuck!" Lin Qianxi was concentrating on his work, raised his head and said, "Why don't you eat your own, and scare me."

"Eat." Zongcheng said, while sitting upright, he withdrew his hand.