Xueba, wake up

This supermarket is not close to the previous home. Yan Sheng imagined the scene of Yan Deqiang coming to the door many times. Maybe he suddenly rushed in during class, or he broke the door directly when he was sleeping.

But I really didn't expect to bump into He Zhonghe on the Mid-Autumn Festival, when I was happily with He Zhonghe.

With a distance of about four or five meters, He Zhonghe nervously looked back and forth between Yan Sheng and the middle-aged man.

The man had a flat head, an unshaven beard, lines and ravines between his brows, bloodshot eyes, and a sickly and fierce look on his face.

Doesn't look like a nice guy.During the silent confrontation, He Zhonghe came to such a conclusion.

"Let's go." Yan Sheng gave He Zhonghe a hand, his face darkened.

Seeing that they were about to leave, the man yelled, "What are you doing here!"

The old man hugging the baby, the family of three shopping in the supermarket, and the young couple buying snacks all looked this way.

He Zhonghe saw Yansheng stop walking.

"You're capable, right? You're just like your mother-in-law. Run and see if I don't break your leg today." The man squeezed these words through his teeth, the shopping basket in his hand Throwing it to the side, it hit the freezer with spatter and splashes, and the glass was cracked.

He Zhonghe was shocked now.

It's the first time I've heard people speak so badly when I grow up so old, and it's the first time I've seen him go crazy like this in public.

He looked at Yan Sheng suspiciously.

Yan Sheng's hand was still holding onto his wrist, and he could feel it shaking.

"I'm not going back." Yan Sheng tried his best to keep his voice steady, "I won't go back today, and never again."

"Ha!" The man sneered loudly, and walked towards this side. On the way, he touched a bottle of soy sauce from the shelf, and suddenly quickened his pace, "Damn it!"

"Hey!" He Zhonghe became anxious, and blocked Yansheng.

The soy sauce bottle in the man's hand didn't come directly to this side. He walked up to Yansheng and slammed the bottle into the wall. The people around screamed and all backed away. Those with children hurried away up.

He raised the half-broken soy sauce bottle in his hand, and pointed the broken glass stubble at Yan Sheng's face, very close: "Say it again."

The situation appeared so suddenly, He Zhonghe was still in a daze right now, his heart beating fast.

"Don't go crazy here, everyone is watching." Yan Sheng stared at the man, "You are shameless, I want more."

The man's yellow eyes were staring blood red, and the veins on his forehead were bulging.

When the broken bottle stabbed Yan Sheng's face, he pulled He Zhonghe and dodged suddenly, barely avoiding the relentless attack: "Get out first."

where to goWhere are you going?Just leave you here with this suspected lunatic?

The man lost the bottle, and kicked over the shelf. A shelf of glass bottles fell to the ground, and the splashed glass fragments scratched the back of He Zhonghe's hand.

"Elder Sister," he turned his head and said to a woman who was stunned by the excitement, "help me call the police. This person has mental problems and can kill people."

The woman was already frightened by the earth-shattering beating, but when she heard it, she backed away in fright, and hurriedly pulled out her mobile phone to call the police.

Yan Sheng's hands were shaking, and the shaking became more and more severe.He suddenly let go of He Zhonghe, bent down and picked up a broken bottle, clenched it in his hand, and then swung it up against the man's fist.

He Zhonghe is really not sure if this man has mental problems now, anyway, judging by his madness just now, Yan Sheng must be injured if he fights with him.

Since he was a child, He Zhonghe has fought with people a lot. He has seen similar ones. The force value may not be very good. It is terrible, but it is terrible. He dares to greet people with anything. The more blood he sees, the more excited he is. A knife can directly open a person's head, regardless of the consequences.

"Call the police!" He Zhonghe roared, he quickly pulled Yansheng back, and he could feel his whole body was stiff and shaking.

Although he didn't know what Yan Sheng had to do with this person, he knew that copying guys would never be wrong now, so he snatched the meat chopping knife from the stunned master behind the freezer without hesitation.

Seeing someone with a knife, the onlookers all screamed and retreated, and no one dared to go up to fight.

"Keep calm..." the meat chopping master said while squatting down on the desk.

"It's nothing like a mad dog biting a person. Who's the fun of smashing the bottles all over the place?" Broken glass and brown liquid were all over the floor, and there was a strange smell in the air. He Zhonghe held his knife.

"It's none of your business!" The man took a step forward, swung a bottle directly on He Zhonghe's head, very fast.

He Zhonghe didn't expect him to strike so fiercely and quickly, and he didn't dodge in time, the bottle hit his shoulder, splashing vinegar juice and glass shards, making his face smeared.

When I touched it, the brown liquid was reddish.

It's over, isn't it disfigured?

However, before this thought completely flashed through his mind, he saw Yan Sheng's eyes turn red, and the glass bottle in his hand hit the man's head hard, causing the glass to splash.

Yan Sheng's move was very unpredictable, and it happened to be fatal.He Zhonghe was startled for a while, and looked at him in astonishment.

"Police!" The eldest sister just now suddenly screamed, "Here! Fight! Bleeding!"

The onlookers immediately followed her gaze to look there.

The man covered his head, blood flowed from his hand, squeezed out some dirt from between his teeth, and quickly pushed away the crowd and ran out.

Yan Sheng's condition is not quite right now, holding the shapeless broken glass in his hand and chasing after him, He Zhonghe hastily held him back: "Yan Sheng!"

He was dressed roughly, his face was frighteningly gloomy, and he turned to look at He Zhonghe.

"Calm down, stop chasing him." He Zhonghe said.

Yan Sheng's body gradually became less stiff, and his arms dropped down.

Only then did he realize that Yan Sheng was clutching a cracked glass bottle with blood in his hands.

"Fuck." He Zhonghe frowned, and slapped him on the arm, "Let go!"

Yan Sheng still stood still, but let go of his hand obediently, and the glass fell to the ground.

"What's going on?" It wasn't the police who came, but a few security guards.

"Someone suddenly went crazy just now." He Zhonghe pointed to the ground, then pointed to his own face, "That person did it all."

"What about people?"

The elder sister onlookers pointed to the direction in which the man was escaping.

The head of the security guard ordered the two young men, "Go after them!"

"It's gone, it's gone." The security guard dispersed the crowd, "You two, come here."

It was already dark when they walked home, and the two of them sat in the taxi without talking.

After entering the small black house of the security guard and drinking tea for an hour, he was covered in color and even lost the supermarket goods.

What a wonderful mid-autumn night, Ms. Du in a foreign country would faint if she heard it.

Yan Sheng seemed to be quite stubborn about cooking, and after making such a mess, he still bought that shopping cart, and the two of them each carried a big bag.

The atmosphere in the car was very dull. The driver just wanted to start a conversation, but before he got up to say a word, he saw the injury on He Zhonghe's face from the rearview mirror, and fell silent.

He Zhonghe took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, took out a box of mints from his pocket, took one, stuffed another in Yansheng's mouth, and pressed his wristband to measure his heart rate.

"136." He Zhonghe raised his hand in front of Yansheng's eyes, "Suppress yourself, tell me what's going on."

Yan Sheng paused, raised his hand to hold He Zhonghe's wrist, and gently placed it on his lap.

At this moment, he couldn't feel what was happening with this movement, He Zhonghe looked at him a little nervously.

"Let me see." Yan Sheng finally spoke. He held He Zhonghe's uninjured face with one hand, and pulled it towards him.

"It's okay. When the security guard was asking me just now, I turned on the front and looked at it. The two Band-Aids solved it." He Zhonghe said.

He remembered that Yansheng hit the man on the head just now.

"That person won't die, right?" He Zhonghe asked.

"I can't die." Yan Sheng gently rubbed his face with his hand, like a child snoring.

"That one scared me." He Zhonghe sighed.

"It's coming at your head, can I not be in a hurry." Yan Sheng said.

"I'm still a little confused," He Zhonghe asked, "What does he have to do with you?"

"My dad." Yansheng sat upright, looking at the car window, "Go back and tell you."