Tired Bird Knows Return

"Sigh~"

Sitting at the end of the bed, Chen Yanqing kept making such noises when Fucheng rubbed the medicine on his back.

"Can you take it easy?"

Fu Cheng didn't say a word, but his hands were a little lighter, except for some soft tissue contusions, most of them were bruises, the ointment could not be applied to the wound, Fu Cheng was extra careful.

After the bruise was wiped off, he asked, "Where's the gauze?"

"On the table," Chen Yanqing said, looked back, realized that he couldn't see it, and twisted his body back, "You don't need to change that one, the doctor said you can change it every other day."

"Okay," Fu Cheng replied, and gave him the pajamas, "Put it on."

The hem of the clothes slipped from the waist, Chen Yanqing raised his arms, and he stretched his muscles and bones, "Okay, thank you, you can go up."

"What if I don't leave?" Fu Cheng was still sitting behind him. After speaking, he covered the lid of the medicine bottle he had used, and still held it in his hand, "Did Liu Cheng do it?"

"...Would you believe me if I said I fell it myself?"

"I'll believe it if you tell me."

There was no ups and downs in Fucheng's tone, but Chen Yanqing became a little angry instead, kicked off the slippers, crawled from the end of the bed to the head of the bed, lifted the quilt and got in, "Are you going?"

"Don't go." Fu Cheng got up and went to his closet, took out his pajamas from it, and went to the bathroom.

After Fucheng came out of the shower, Chen Yanqing finally issued an order to evict the guest, but the protest was ineffective, and his body was still sore, so he took out the quilt that Fucheng had been using from the cabinet, and let him sleep outside.

"The police station called and said they were found." When Fu Cheng said this, the two of them were already lying down. Chen Yanqing didn't want to feel any more pain, so she lay flat on the bed, motionless, just listening to Fu Cheng's words Ask, "Chen Yanqing, can't you run?"

"Did I run away?" Chen Yanqing answered quickly, "It's as if I have Hot Wheels."

Left and right let him know, Chen Yanqing no longer has the intention to continue to show off, "It's strange, why didn't he look for you, but instead looked for me and Yuan Ye?"

"The persimmons should be soft, don't you know?" Fu Cheng moved, although Chen Yanqing couldn't see clearly, but he knew that Fu Cheng should be looking at him.

"I've looked for him," Fu Cheng said, "It doesn't seem to work."

Although Chen Yanqing was a little surprised, she didn't have much emotion, she just said, "Can you stop lying to me?"

"What did you lie to?"

Chen Yanqing originally wanted to talk about the news he heard from Duan Xiaoming, or what he said casually about being abandoned, but after thinking about it, the words were untenable, and after a while, he said, "Just now That phone call."

"The police also don't get the evidence and don't give charges. I have to see it to be sure if what I said on the phone is true?"

Thinking about it this way, it made sense, and when Chen Yanqing realized that his thoughts were wandering, he suddenly turned over, and then groaned continuously, "My mother, taking this medicine is worse than not taking it!"

Fu Cheng quickly followed. Just as Chen Yanqing finished speaking, he held him in his arms in that familiar posture, and told him, "The pain during the recovery period of the scar is three times that of when it first occurred. , if you push me away now, it will only hurt more."

Chen Yanqing's grip on his wrist stopped. In fact, he didn't even believe the punctuation marks in Fucheng's words, but he didn't want to move anymore. For some reason, his throat felt a little sore, and he fell in love with it instantly Under the bed, I like the darkness of the room, as if this square inch of land has suddenly become his own utopia.

Fucheng's breath hit the back of his head, and sleepiness gradually swept over Chen Yanqing's thoughts. He had no dreams all night, and when he woke up the next day, Fucheng was still by his side.

Chen Yanqing got off the bed softly, and went straight to Teacher Deng after washing.

The training class is not far away, just two bus stops away from the school. Chen Yanqing struggled to find a vacant seat among the crowded desks and chairs. After sitting down, he began to do the papers. Teacher Deng sat in front and told him to do it. Take it for correction.

In fact, Chen Yanqing couldn't solve any of the problems. After waking up in the morning, he lay on the bed for a while. After dawn, the room became brighter. There is no corner of the room that is not too big or small to hide from the light. He also thought, Utopia may not exist, otherwise where would the shame come from.

After returning home that day, Fucheng had already left, and he didn’t come back for the next few days. He went to the police station once in the middle, and Liu Cheng was not detained. Judging by the police’s attitude, it seems that his family entrusted him with the relationship, and he was fine after paying a fine. Yes, Chen Yanqing did not hesitate to sign the notice on the result of the case.

It happened to be the end of the month when Tang Ping came back. Most of the injuries on Chen Yanqing's body healed, and the bruises faded a lot.

"Mom, when did you arrive?"

"Afternoon," Tang Ping was in the kitchen, seeming to be making delicious food again, and the room was full of fragrance, "Ms. Deng said that you tried to do a sophomore question today. How is it? Is it too difficult?"

"It's okay," Chen Yanqing walked to the door of the kitchen, and remembered the box he brought back from his grandma's house. He put it on the dining table and hadn't touched it for half a month. When he went back and took a look, the square towel outside the box had been opened After passing, I turned back to the kitchen and asked, "Did you see what grandma gave you?"

"Well, it's already in the pot."

The stove was humming, and Chen Yanqing leaned over to his mother's side, "Have you stewed the meat again?"

Tang Ping smiled, "Aren't you greedy? As soon as you come back, you will be stewed. I know you haven't eaten well during this time. It's because you didn't do well for your mother. I'll make it up to you."

Chen Yanqing smiled, went around and took a look at the lid of the casserole. The sliced ​​​​August Zha was mixed inside, which didn't look so harmonious. "Mom, can I still eat the dried wild fruit that grandma picked?"

"Why can't you eat it? It's traditional Chinese medicine," Tang Ping said in her mouth while handling the chicken thigh meat, "Your grandma also gave it to you when you were young. Doudou scares you, and you can't get a full night's sleep for several days. , your grandma picked it up and gave you a lot to eat."

"..." I was frightened by Doudou, but Chen Yanqing really couldn't remember eating the wild fruit, but judging from the familiarity with this thing on the mountain before, Tang Ping must not have fooled him. Then I thought again, maybe it was because my grandma picked wild fruits again this time because he was bitten by a snake.

Tang Ping also thought of this, turned her head and asked, "Is the injury on your hand healed?"

"Okay, I'm fine."

"That's good, oh yes, where is Fucheng, do you want to ask him to come down for dinner?"

"No need," Chen Yanqing said seriously, "don't keep calling him in the future."

"What's the matter?" Tang Ping looked at him suspiciously, "Did you quarrel?"

"No, you just listen to me, and you have to give him space to get along with the family." Chen Yanqing thought for a while, and then said, "But Mom, it's not all because the principal will give you good things. Get promoted?"

"What are you talking about, kid?" Tang Ping said with a more serious expression, "You still don't fully understand the matter of adults, but you don't need to make unnecessary analysis, you know?"

"I know, my mother is the best in the world, and I know it too."

Tang Ping chuckled and told him to go out and wait.

There are not many customers in the archery club today, it will be dark, and the customers in the store have almost left. Duan Xiaoming sorted out today's accounts, then went to the gate and closed the shutter door, and then walked back, passing by the shooting range outside Going straight inside, before entering the door, there was a tragic scream from the VIP room.

Duan Xiaoming walked in as if he had never heard of it, and handed over the large amount of cash that had been sorted out to the boss, "It's not over yet?"

The boss pursed his lips and nodded, "Fucheng is a bit violent. I have been tossing people for a day, and I still don't let it go."

"People who are disobedient should be educated," Duan Xiaoming also said quite surprisingly, "Boss, you go back first, I will lock the door when I leave with Fucheng."

"Okay, look at him, don't play too much, I still have to ask for it in this store."

"clear."

After the boss left, Duan Xiaoming called Fu Cheng, "Come and drink some water."

"Ah."

Fu Cheng put down the arm holding the bow, and the quiver on his waist was already empty. He walked up to Duan Xiaoming, took a few sips of water, and said, "What time is it?"

"10:30, when are you going to let him go?"

Duan Xiaoming looked towards the row of targets, and there was a person standing in the middle of the target position, with his hands wrapped around the pillar behind his head, and behind his head was a large target plate. The distance is extremely small. This was originally a devil's target used in the store for game experience. Due to the excessive fineness, most people cannot shoot at the precise ring position.

"Tomorrow morning," Fu Cheng said, "You go back first."

"I'll accompany you," Duan Xiaoming said, "I've brought medicine, and you can rest on the sofa over there."

Fucheng stared at him for a moment, then turned back to look at the person in front of the target, and asked calmly, "Can you hold on?"

"Damn, you fucking let me go!" Liu Cheng shouted at the top of his voice, but this place is like a prison. Since the afternoon, he has felt a sense of helplessness and despair. He was brought here by Fucheng in the morning. , tied in front of this target, Fucheng stood in front of him, one arrow after another whizzed from his ears, if Fucheng didn't have a crosshair, he would be a human funnel now.

"It's still early, what's the rush?"

Fucheng walked back to his original position while he was talking, and filled the arrow in his waist pocket halfway. When the arrow heart was aimed at him again, Liu Cheng was about to cry, "How long are you going to play, crazy Come on, do you think this is fucking Hong Kong, I can put you in jail if I go out, do you believe it!"

"I don't believe it, but you can try it. You can go to the police station if you can."

boom--

The arrow was stably inserted into the target next to his ear, and Liu Cheng's legs became weaker, "Forget it, I was wrong, big brother, can't I be wrong, don't play with me!"

Fucheng shook his head concisely, "Don't move, I will miss too."

"Stop fucking it!" Liu Cheng screamed in a broken voice, "Just tell me what you want me to do. Do you have the energy to play a fucking day!"

"Yes." While answering, Fu Cheng shot another arrow.

Liu Cheng not only couldn't stand up, but now his mentality was hopeless, "I just kicked him twice, you hold grudges more than him, is he your father?"

Duan Xiaoming cast his gaze from the sofa, "Do you dare to kick his father?"

Liu Cheng was speechless, and Fu Cheng said, "I didn't hurt you, you didn't like to play with me, so what are you going to do, get a beating?"

"...I, I apologize to the head office? I also said the apology. Didn't you hear it outside your classroom last time?"

"You mean to apologize like that day?" After Fucheng finished speaking, he turned his head and asked Duan Xiaoming, "Why don't you help me get the unprotected arrow."

"it is good."

Duan Xiaoming got up and went to the cabinet.

Liu Cheng didn't understand at first, and then turned his head to take a look, only to realize that the arrows that Fucheng shot today were all toy arrows, with suction cups on the tips, which would be real arrows, Duan Xiaoming took a bag of arrows When he came back, Fucheng drew one, put it on the bow, and cut it sharply. From this distance, before he shot it, he destroyed Liu Cheng's broken will...