A little sweet text

1.

If it was said that Cheng Luo hugged him last time to comfort him, then there was no way to explain it this time.

Or maybe it can be explained that it's too cold, so we have to squeeze together to keep warm...?

The little sun next to him was not convinced.

Normally, Jing Zhuo had already thrown him away and retreated 800 meters, but now he was analyzing indiscriminately in his mind, and he froze and didn't move.

It's really stiff, my whole body is tense and I'm very tired.

When Cheng Luo's breathing gradually became longer and more even, he moved his arms, retreated slightly to his side, finally relaxed and let out a long breath.

When Cheng Luo returned home, he realized that he had also suffered a few bruises, which did not disappear until the weekend.Liu Wan called him on Saturday night and said that grandma, uncle and aunt came to the house and had dinner together.

As soon as winter enters the family, it’s as if the Chinese New Year starts a few months in advance. Family dinners are especially popular. Today we gather at your house and tomorrow we gather at my house. I’m already busy at work, and I don’t have to rest during the holidays.

Riding an electric scooter to the market, Cheng Luo bought good food according to the list given by Liu Wan and headed home.

The door of the house was not closed during family gatherings, and as soon as we got off the elevator, we were almost rushed out by a huge sound wave full of twittering. Cheng Luo took the things to the kitchen, resigned himself to the chatter circle, and sat next to his aunt. Down.

"And you, here's another one." Uncle knocked on the melon seeds and pointed at him, "Go talk to your aunt, she'll be so mad."

A few people around laughed, and Le Lefei, the uncle's second child, threw himself on Cheng Luo's lap, picked up his cell phone, and clamored to play games.

"Why can you be mad at everything?" Auntie gave him a sideways look.

"I met a lot in the square before, and I saved it for you two." My aunt got up and sat next to Cheng Luo, her phone hit his face, she clicked on the photo album and started swiping, "Look at this, this is from the Forestry Bureau; And this one, this one is good-looking, a little older than you, civil servant; I have met this one in person, she has a good temper, and she helped her mother go to the park to walk the starlings before, she is very filial..."

"Can that starling talk?" Cheng Luo slowly took an orange from the fruit plate and peeled it.

Aunt froze for a moment: "Yes."

"What will you say?" Cheng Luo asked.

"Hello, goodbye, thank you, etc." my aunt recalled.

"And Gong Xi Fa Cai." Grandma added next to her.

The aunt at the side was overjoyed, and Cheng Luo gave her the peeled orange.

"Don't change the subject!" My aunt finally came to her senses and glared at him, "Are you interested in it?"

Liu Wan glanced at her son from the side, but said nothing.

"Take a rest." Cheng Luo leaned back and cast a begging look at his aunt.

"Don't look at your aunt." The aunt came closer to the aunt again, "You show me too, this is the second child of Station Master Li's family, the engineer I told you..."

"That's very good!" Uncle added beside him, "I also know his father, he is quite a real person."

"Does his father really have anything to do with me?" The aunt folded her arms, "Don't tell me, those you see are all demons and ghosts."

Cheng Luo went to the medical school as a specially-appointed lecturer at the invitation of his aunt. This elderly young woman is 35 years old and has been focusing on her career. Deserving young men.

There are two unmarried people in the family, one running to three and the other running to four. The whole family is worried about them, but they have no plans to get married at all.

My aunt is focused on her career and doesn't care about her side, but Liu Wan understands why Cheng Luo doesn't get married.

"All right, all right, let's talk about it another day, everyone is bitter and bitter." Liu Wan pulled her second nephew off Cheng Luo's lap, "Go and see the little one, it's inside the house."

Cheng Yuefeng and Liu Wan didn't give their children nicknames, no matter what they called them they were not close enough, they just called Cheng Luo the big one, and Cheng Xinran the small one.

Cheng Luo looked at the five additional games that were downloaded at the same time within a few minutes of being snatched by Lele, and deleted them one by one. While thanking his mother for saving him from the blind date, he heard something wrong: "I'll have a look."

"I don't know who to follow with Xin Ran's temper..." My aunt muttered casually, and after she finished speaking, there was no movement in the noisy living room.

"Let's go." My aunt picked up Lele, got up and walked to the kitchen, "Go and see what your uncle is doing, it smells like garlic."

Cheng Luo walked over and knocked on Cheng Xinran's bedroom door: "Baby."

There was no sound from inside.

"Dozens of numbers will be entered." Cheng Luo said.

"Ten, nine, eight..." Cheng Luo leaned against the door and counted slowly.

The door opened suddenly, and he almost fell in, when a hand stretched out from inside and pulled him in.

Cheng Xinran locked the door again, looked at Cheng Luo indifferently, turned around and sat down at the table and put on the earphones: "What's the matter?"

"Who messed with me?" Cheng Luo walked over and took off one of her earphones, put it to her ear and listened, surprised, "What about studying?"

In fact, it's no big deal, and no one has messed with her, but every time the family gathers and the whole family enjoys themselves happily, Cheng Xinran will react with horror.

Before Cheng Luo came home, his aunt hugged Lele and said that his nose resembled his father's eyes like his mother's mouth, and Cheng Xinran didn't know what expression to put on when he was listening, but Lele Tong said without restraint. The crisp "Did I pick it up?"

"The little fat man's words are worthy of your anger?" Cheng Luo was rather shy about this matter, and hoped that Cheng Xinran would accept it slowly, "Auntie still counts the five senses after growing up like that, my sister and this No blood relationship, who can look better than her?"

Cheng Xinran was still depressed, she lowered her head to pick at the nail polish: "Don't persuade me, I don't want to go out."

"Who persuaded you." Cheng Luo said, "If you don't want to go out, stay in the room and bring you food later."

Cheng Xinran sighed, and her tone was drooping: "Then my parents' faces are so ugly..."

"I just said you're not feeling well." Cheng Luo smoothed her hair, this thing didn't know when it secretly pulled her hair, it was straight and hard like a steel wire.

"Cheng Luo, you're too fond of me." Cheng Xinran held his chin, "I brought it all by myself, and I don't learn to be a monster every day to provoke my parents to provoke you. Is it worth it?"

"Then let's try our best to put away the evil spirit and study hard." Cheng Luo put the earphones back on her, "It's worth it, you are my sister."

Cheng Xinran exaggeratedly stretched out her hand to fan her tears, and pursed her mouth and sniffed.

"Actor." Cheng Luo walked out, "I'm going out to see what Lele has done to my phone, call me if you need something."

"Hey, wait a minute." Cheng Xinran stopped him, hesitated for a while, "Brother, in fact, I also... It's not that I haven't thought about studying hard."

"Why do I feel a demonic wind." Cheng Luo said.

"Look, there are three scalpers in our family." Cheng Xinran wrapped her fingers around the headphone cable.

"Our mother is a medical examiner." Cheng Luo corrected her.

"There are three people in white coats in our family." Cheng Xinran said, "Do you mind if there is one... with a paintbrush?"

The voice of the last four words was so low that Cheng Luo almost couldn't hear Lele's voice outside.

Cheng Luo stood there and reacted for a while: "Want to learn art?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xinran scratched at the edge of the table, not feeling very confident.She has been studying from elementary school to junior high school, and she stopped the interest class in high school. She took time to go to the studio to practice. Two days ago, the staff at the studio asked her if she had considered the art test, and she had been thinking about it for a week.

I am afraid that my parents will not agree, and I am not willing to talk to my parents about this, so I will first explore Cheng Luo's attitude.

"Okay." Cheng Luo said, "But the art exam is more tiring than the college entrance exam. You have to think about it. This is not an easy springboard. It may grind your hobbies into pain."

It's better to have brother to support parents and say something, Cheng Xinran heaved a sigh of relief: "Can parents agree?"

"I'll make a point at this opportunity," Cheng Luo said.

In fact, it's okay, Cheng Yuefeng and Liu Wan usually don't care about her in trivial matters, but they still have to control the general direction. According to the thinking of the old couple's children's ideal career in the future, they are either civil servants or doctors and teachers, Cheng Xinran's petition is likely to be rejected .

After sending a group of people away after the meal, Cheng Luo mentioned this matter to Liu Wan and Cheng Yuefeng, but they shook their heads without even exchanging glances.

"If you get into a similar school, even if it's a little worse, we can take care of you after you study medicine and come back to work," Liu Wan said.

Cheng Yuefeng's expression was not very good, he called Cheng Xinran out, the two of them almost quarreled, Cheng Xinran went back to the room and was bored again.

The current relationship between Cheng Xinran and her parents is very strange. They eat and live together under the same roof every day, but there are many obstacles in communication. Cheng Xinran is neither forced nor willing to communicate with them.

Cheng Yuefeng took a sip of tea and was silent for a while: "Neither of you can worry."

Cheng Luo lay innocently on the gun, but couldn't say anything.

Liu Wan kept silent when her aunt pushed the girl's photos frantically to Cheng Luo just now, but now she couldn't help but began to mutter: "You should quickly settle your own affairs and find a reliable companion."

"Yeah." Cheng Luo leaned back on the sofa and began to play dead.

Back then, coming out of the closet was a big deal at home. Both Cheng Yuefeng and Liu Wan were textbook-style parents born in the [-]s. It was very unacceptable at first, especially after Cheng Luo broke up with his ex. He repents.

Cheng Luo moved out at that time, and it gradually faded after a few years, and the anger of his parents turned into compromise and powerlessness.

Liu Wan especially looked down on his predecessor, so she always felt that Cheng Luo's vision was really bad: "You have to find someone who is similar, who is the last one..."

Cheng Yuefeng drank his tea without speaking, and Cheng Luo also leaned on the sofa without saying a word.

"Is there a problem?" Liu Wan finally asked.

Cheng Yuefeng put down his teacup and looked at him with Liu Wan.

Cheng Luo was furiously stared at by the old couple, and stared at the ceiling for a while: "There should be."

"What do you mean should be?" Liu Wan raised her eyebrows all of a sudden, and she was about to start chattering again, "We talk about it after we see who it is. who?"

Cheng Luo quickly got up from the sofa and walked to his room.

"Come back." Liu Wan stared at him, "What is the situation that should be there, and it should be over if there is one sentence?"

Cheng Luo sighed: "It didn't work."

Liu Wan frowned: "It didn't work? Does his family know and agree?"

Cheng Luo paused, the man had no family.

"Ask someone if they want to come here another day." Liu Wan said, "Whether it's successful or not, it's also sincere to invite someone to have a meal. Don't let people think you are unreliable."

It's just a kidney-solid gun over there, and my mother has already made arrangements to meet the parents.

Cheng Luo thought to himself that he has already been here once, and you have a very good attitude towards people, and the atmosphere is very harmonious.

Pushing the door open and entering the room, the corners of his mouth raised uncontrollably.

I can already imagine the shocked expressions of my parents when Jing Zhuo came to the house in another capacity.

2.

The time for supporting education like a matryoshka doll has been finalized, and it will be next week.

In fact, it is not considered an orthodox teaching support. It will last for one month and will just end on New Year's Day.

On the day of departure, Jing Zhuo didn't take the school bus, so it was more convenient to drive there by himself.

Originally, the mentality adjustment was okay, but when I went to the garage to pick up the car in the morning, I ran into Cheng Luo very unfortunately.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Luo looked at the suitcase he was dragging.

"Vacation." Jing Zhuo said.

"What a coincidence." Cheng Luo closed the trunk, "I'm going to Hecundu."

Jing Zhuo was tired and sleepy after dragging his luggage early in the morning, but suddenly he woke up and stared at him for a long time: "Are you following me?"

He subconsciously touched his body twice to make sure that no pinhole cameras or bugs were installed.

Cheng Luo was stunned: "Really He Village?"

The two cars drove out of the county town one after the other and headed for the village.

Forget about going back to medical school last time, Jing Zhuo didn't expect to bump into him when participating in a teaching support activity.

Cheng Luo's trip was a doctor's trip to the countryside organized by the hospital. Being a family doctor and entering the village health center was not a heavy task.

There is no need to run between home and the village here in the morning and evening, and it takes three hours to drive in one day.Accommodation was arranged in the village, which is a collective dormitory with three people in one room.Jing Zhuo didn't want to be crowded with others, this time it wasn't as concentrated as the dormitory in the medical school, some teachers were assigned to dormitories in various schools, so he sneaked out to find out where there were rented houses.

Not far from the village where he taught, there is a courtyard for rent. There are five houses with a patio and a backyard. They are clean and spacious.

The landlord brother meant to deposit three payments for half a year, but his child happened to be from the village where Jing Zhuo was going to teach, so he thought how much he could take care of him if he had a good relationship with the teacher, so he took him for half a month. rented out the key.

The yard is huge, and Jing Zhuo's activity range is only in the main room and the bedrooms inside, and the remaining few rooms are left unoccupied.

I am used to teaching high school and teaching junior high school is very easy, just like playing.Class starts at 04:30 in the morning and ends at [-]:[-] in the afternoon. If you are not a head teacher, you only have two or three classes a day. You can’t spend the rest of the time squatting in the village to watch the spiritual boys and girls who are more correct than Tian Shilong dance social shakes. Take a walk in the yard and squat in the house to play with your mobile phone for a while.

The village is also different from what he imagined. There are no very good children, and even their studies are good. Many children come to the village because the school is divided into districts according to household registration. With the level of many students, they will be able to take the experiment in the middle school entrance examination next year. or one.

The conditions are not that bad, except that the lighting is not very good at night, and there are no street lights on many dirt roads.

I used to live alone in the building and couldn't feel it, but now I live in the big courtyard and feel lonely. The corn leaves piled up in the yard make noise when the north wind blows, and the volume of the mobile phone is turned up to the maximum, but it can't cover it.

Jing Zhuo lay on the bed, searched through WeChat, found none of the hundreds of friends he could chat with now, and finally clicked on the puppet cat profile picture of "Cannon".

Not knowing if Cheng Luo was busy at night, he hesitated for a while, his hands hanging on the screen, unable to type.

What are you talking about? What is there to talk about?

From daily diet to astronomy and geography, from hobbies to childhood memories, I finally choked out a sentence: Are you black?

... What kind of peerless stupidity is this?

Jing Zhuo felt that if he went to the street to strike up a conversation, he would definitely be dismissed as mentally handicapped as soon as he opened his mouth.

After a while, Cheng Luo came back with a message: Black

There is no more text, and the chat box is still.

Jing Zhuo suddenly felt bored. He was just about to log out of WeChat to find a movie to watch, when a video call came suddenly. His hand slipped in fright, and the phone fell and hit the bridge of his nose.

He held his nose for a while before he picked it up: "Huh?"

The background on Cheng Luo's side seems to be a bedroom too, but Jing Zhuo can't see it clearly.The camera shakes, and the more it shakes, the darker it becomes, Cheng Luo stops and shows the pitch-black courtyard to Jing Zhuo: "Is it dark?"

"...Hei." Jing Zhuo asked, "Where are you?"

There was no dormitory arranged for the hospital, and there were not many people who came, and everyone was looking for a place to live.

"I rented a courtyard." Cheng Luo entered the house, it was too dark outside to see clearly, he could only hear the neighbor's dog barking, creepy, "Are you interested in living here?"

"No." Jing Zhuo immediately refused.

In fact, I thought about it a little bit. The two people living in the same courtyard are not so empty, and there is also someone to chat with.

Jing Zhuo doubted himself for a second, didn't he dislike talking to Cheng Luo?

"Are you interested in lying on the bed?" Cheng Luo asked again.

"Another day." Jing Zhuo said, "I'm tired."

"Lying in bed | Does it take a lot of energy?" Cheng Luo pretended to be surprised, "What are you thinking?"

"Tell me what I'm thinking." Jing Zhuo choked back, Pao|friends lie together and don't snooze|p tell each other bedtime stories?

"What if you want me to sleep with you in my arms." Cheng Luo smiled.

Just saying these words in the empty room, Jing Zhuo's ears felt a little hot for no reason, so he lowered the volume a bit.

"Can you speak human words?" Jing Zhuo raised his hand to press the hang up button, "Let's not talk anymore."

Getting mad again.Cheng Luo suppressed his smile and looked at his reddish ear tips on the screen: "Where are you? I'll look for you."

When waiting for Cheng Luo at the door, Jing Zhuo squinted his eyes, and found that he seemed to be covering something with his hands hanging in front of him.

"What's wrong with the bird?" Jing Zhuo asked casually, after all, he was too familiar with his bird.

"It's not a bird." Cheng Luo entered the courtyard gate, "It's a chicken."

Jing Zhuo almost wanted to kick him now: "What's the difference?"

After entering the room, Cheng Luo spread his hands.

Jing Zhuo was stunned.

Also... what a chicken.

A tiny, emerald-green chick, including its eyelids.

The green chick ji|ji blew twice, jumped off Cheng Luo's hand, stood on the ground and shook its wings.

The two of them stared at the chicken almost forehead to forehead, and the room fell into silence.

"Cheng Luo." Jing Zhuo said.

"Hey." Cheng Luo responded.

"Why do you always come up with something abnormal?" Jing Zhuo asked sincerely and puzzled.

"When I came here just now, I ran into a chicken dealer. There was this chicken left in the basket. The guy said he was going to throw it in the trash and burn it. I bought it." Cheng Luo explained the origin of this abnormal chicken.

This kind of chicken was often seen in the city a few years ago. Unscrupulous traders dyed the fluff of sick and weak chickens into green, rose red and bright yellow. The colorful baskets looked very creepy, and they were placed in kindergartens or elementary schools. There are always children buying at the door.

He would definitely die within three hours after buying it home. Jing Zhuo had raised this thing when he was a child, and the experience of cleaning up corpses at that time can be included in his few childhood shadows.

Unexpectedly, there are still sellers of this now, Jing Zhuo watched the chicken flapping its wings towards him and was about to run towards him, so he quickly moved away.

The emerald green fur color is very sickly, and the chick keeps crowing, bouncing back and forth.

Cheng Luo picked it up and said, "Take it home and raise it. I'll discuss it with Cheng Mao later and let him stop biting the chicken."

"No." Jing Zhuo was annoyed that he didn't have two mouths to say his words at the same time, "Is this thing going to take care of the funeral tomorrow morning?"

"Try raising it." Cheng Luo said, "Maybe you can live."

The originally beautiful night of sitting together and talking at night was disrupted by the chickens. The two men ran inside and outside the house to get water and feed for the chickens.

The box was covered with a thick layer of toilet paper, and a few warm stickers were pasted on the bottom of the box. Cheng Luo put the millet mixed with fine sand in front of the chicken, and the two squatted beside the box waiting for its first bite.

The chicken pecked several times very competitively.

Drinking water, pecking rice, and shitting, the two were shocked to find that the chicken's shit was green, a very strange nest of green strips.

Jing Zhuo remembered what Cheng Xinran had yelled earlier, you have to watch her even if she is a girl.

It's quite interesting, Cheng Luo often gets in touch with small animals, just, a little...cute.

The corner of Jing Zhuo's mouth reveals an almost imperceptible arc.

"Come up with a name." Cheng Luo said.

"...You get up." Jing Zhuo didn't want to participate.

"Looking at the name of the cat, you can tell that I am good at naming." Cheng Luo said.

Jing Zhuo thought for a long time, squatting until his legs became numb: "Then it's called... green chicken?"

Cheng Luo turned to look at him for a long time, and finally said pitifully, "It's a good thing you don't have pets."

Otherwise, dogs and cats would cry bitterly every time they heard their name.

"Green chicken," Jing Zhuo pointed to the chicken, and ordered it, "Hit him."

Cheng Luo's hand happened to be on the side of the box, and the green chicken walked over and pecked hard at his fingers, quite aggressively.

The two of them walked around the chicken all night, wiped off the vegetable leaves and fed them with dew, and added fine sand to the millet. Cheng Luo also went back to get a bottle of calcium tablets and antidiarrheal medicine and fed it a little. I guess he can go to work at the veterinary station when he goes back. .

After Cheng Luo went back, Jing Zhuo didn't sleep that night, got out of bed to test the temperature of the box, and brought water into the box.

The next morning, after Jing Zhuo washed, he remembered the chicken in the house. He hadn't heard the sound for a long time, so it probably disappeared.

The shadow of childhood loomed before his eyes, and he was a little afraid to lift the towel on the box to look.

After struggling for a while, he first touched the box lightly, and there was a rustling sound inside.

Lifting off the towel, the green chicken looked up at him energetically, and stretched its neck: "Hey!"

Very loud.

"You're tall." Jing Zhuo heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly picked up his phone to snap a few photos and send them to Cheng Luo.

- still alive

As soon as the towel was lifted, the chicken was about to come out. After turning it out by itself, Jing Zhuo followed wherever he went, running all over the yard, clattering his short legs and falling in three steps.

Almost stepped on it several times, when Jing Zhuo was about to go out, there was a knock on the courtyard door.

"Where's the green chicken?" Cheng Luo came in, looking down, looking in surprise at the chicken that was following Jing Zhuo's feet every step of the way.

"It treats you like a mother." Cheng Luo said.

Why does this fledgling plot fall in love with him, why don't he fall in love with the chicken dealer!

The male mother Jing Zhuo put the chicken back into the box very helplessly, and watched Cheng Luo squatting beside the box to tease the chicken while washing her hands.

"My dear." Cheng Luo talked to the chicken.

"What are you doing?" Jing Zhuo suddenly turned his head to look at him.

"You are its mother," Cheng Luo said, "I can never be its brother."

Cheng Luo has a tall stature and a handsome face, squatting in front of the chicken box like a three-year-old mentally handicapped: "Call me Dad."

Jing Zhuo wanted to kick these two out.

3.

It’s very easy to support teaching in the village these days. It’s not easy to get takeaway food in the village, and there are not many greasy restaurants nearby. Cook your own meals in the courtyard.

The landlord's kitchen has not been refurbished for a long time. It uses a large iron pot with an earthen stove that can only be seen in TV dramas and documentaries.

Occasionally go to Cheng Luo's side to sit or do some work, and visit the green chicken by the way.

I live a life as a support teacher day by day, and my heart is very peaceful. Occasionally, I feel a little uneasy at night when the north wind is blowing violently. Occasionally, I remember that when I go to the cemetery this Chinese New Year, the grave next to my grandfather has been sealed with cement.

In the past two days, I have seen red, green and green pictures from time to time in Moments, and every time I take a selfie, I will give myself a small Christmas hat. Tian Shilong's A Doraemon is also followed by the emoji of a small Christmas tree.

Even if I’m not in the city, I can’t feel that Christmas is coming soon. I used to go to a shopping mall near Christmas in the city and there were Christmas activities everywhere.

Jing Zhuo felt that it was boring, this thing was only for students and young lovers, walking through the gaudy street, he felt nothing in his heart.

But he didn't expect that there is another kind of people who also like this festival.

A three-year-old mentally handicapped Mr.

"How do you arrange for Christmas?" Cheng Luo asked while studying the capacity of the big iron pot.

"No arrangement." The two of them had just finished their work, Jing Zhuo stood at the door with a blank gear inside, wrapped in two down jackets, "It's midnight, can you stay away from the kitchen?"

Even greasy restaurants don’t deliver food late at night in this area, and there is almost no nightlife in the countryside, especially in winter, when it gets dark and the shops close their shutters early.

Cheng Luo only stocked up a few pockets of snacks here, and he hasn't studied the kitchen at home. Without all kinds of cooking aids, he doesn't cook, so he looks around for cleaner restaurants every day.

"You go back to the house." Cheng Luo looked back at him, a pair of thin ankles were exposed under the thick down jacket, and when the wind blew, he wanted to shrink in and stand in the air.

"You go in too." Jing Zhuo's upper and lower teeth chattered a little.

There were roosters barking high and low, dogs barking from far and near, and even mixed with one or two sheep barks, and the two walked back in the dark.

Cheng Luo followed behind Jing Zhuo, and found that he was going straight to the side room: "Where are you going?"

"Go back and get dressed." Jing Zhuo mistakenly thought that Cheng Luo asked him if he would stay here to sleep at night, so he quickly denied it, "Then go back to my place."

"No." Cheng Luo pressed his shoulder, "You're about to hit the wall, you know?"

Jing Zhuo froze for a moment, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and realized that he had completely deviated from the track of going back to the main room: "Night vision is not good."

"I have vitamin A there, you can take a few bottles back with you." Cheng Luo said, "If it's serious, you have to check it out. If you fall down the stairs at night and faint, no one will find you."

"Not at all." Jing Zhuo sighed, "I can't see clearly from here."

When you enter the house and put on clothes, the fabric will be dry and warm once you put it on your body.Cheng Luo didn't have the habit of throwing clothes around when he was in the mood, so he put them on the back of the chair next to the air conditioner, and it was comfortable to wear.

Very subtle and thoughtful bed|companion.

Cheng Luo sent him to the gate of the courtyard. On the way, Jing Zhuo shrank his neck while lighting the flashlight, and pulled the zipper to the top. He touched the metal zipper head with his lips for a while before turning it into his collar.

"Where's the hat?" Cheng Luo shook his back collar with a flashlight. It was bald, and a zipper was exposed in the cold wind.

"Pick it off, it's too ugly." Jing Zhuo said.

"What do young people think now." Cheng Luo looked at his bald collar, and remembered that Cheng Xinran had to show his ankles in winter, and he really felt the generation gap.

The north wind made people's feet flutter, Jing Zhuo tugged on the zipper again, waved his hands back, and started to trot.

The trees on the side of the road were completely bald. Except for a few pieces of corn and mustard seeds that had not been mowed, the ground was almost flat, and the light of the sheds could be seen a mile away.

Cheng Luo's side is close or not far from his rental courtyard, and it's only a ten-minute walk, but the houses in this village are built at will.Many houses were built randomly after other people finished building them. The two families were already close to each other, and a courtyard was built in between.

In order not to walk in a hurry, Jing Zhuo changed his route today.

After a long detour, the road is more spacious, but the surrounding houses are like a ghost town, and the light is not transparent at all. With half-closed eyes, it is difficult to walk against the north wind. Jing Zhuo doubts those who write about the joy of being at the grandma’s house in the country during winter and summer vacations when he was a child. The memory is a bit blurred.

The alley has no ends to be seen, and there are blind spots at the corners. A wild cat with few skins and no hair jumped out. Its two glowing eyes scared him almost to drop his mobile phone.

According to Jing Zhuo's experience in watching ghost movies for many years, walking at night must not sing to inspire courage, singing and singing in a duet will be finished.

And it's very silly|forceful.

This area is full of abandoned workshops, the houses are full of people, and all kinds of equipment are piled up, which are so rusted that they can hardly see a clear shape.He shook his mobile phone into the window, and there was a strange shape, and he felt a little creepy for a moment.

What was even scarier was that before he could put down the phone, something moved.

humanoid.

Jing Zhuo didn't have time to scream out, the figure flashed very quickly, and the door at the other end of the room slammed.

He quickly realized that there were indeed people inside, and he was sneaking here in the middle of the night, probably not a good person.

Jing Zhuo is not familiar with the place in this area, if he gets the upper hand in a fight, there is nowhere to hide, and he doesn't know if there are other people in the dark room.

Just as he was about to flash into the alley next to him, the window in front of him suddenly rustled a few times, and a very... very cool person came out of the window and landed in front of him.

A very big man, with a scar running from his neck all the way to his collar, standing in a T-shirt with his arms folded in winter.Jing Zhuo swept the flashlight at him, and couldn't help shivering for him.

The visitor was not kind, but Jing Zhuo had never seen such a person blocking the way, so he confronted him for a while: "...what's the matter?"

But he didn't expect the big man to be so unkind.

When the arm was kicked, he didn't even see the man's legs clearly.

Originally, my night vision was not good, but after kicking my phone, I flew out and lay down peacefully, facing the loess with my back to the sky, and the flashlight went out.

Jing Zhuo looked at the big man in shock, or at the darkness in front of his eyes.

Just as he was shocked, there was also the sound of walking quickly behind him. It was the figure who opened the door and went out just now.

"It's him." The figure whispered to the big man.

"Who is it?" Jing Zhuo couldn't help it anymore, what the hell is this, what about acting in a gangster movie? "Are you mistaken, you two?"

Feeling a gust of wind in front of his face, he quickly dodged back, just dodging some moves from the taciturn big man, the figure behind him rushed up, raised his arm and hit Jing Zhuo directly on the back of the neck.

Fortunately, he had practiced it, especially in terms of agility. Jing Zhuo grabbed his arm and shook it back. When the figure was screaming, he swung it to the side. The man's head hit the brick wall with a loud sound. Muffled.

Right now, Jing Zhuo felt a little regretful just after putting down Jing Zhuo, probably the two people misunderstood him even more because of his skill.

But since he was already facing the line, he had to go down immediately. Although he couldn't see the surroundings clearly, he could sensitively sense the opponent's strength and direction. When the big man rushed towards him after a low curse, Jing Zhuo kicked Kick the man in the stomach.

The big guy staggered a bit, grabbed Jing Zhuo's neck with both hands very casually, and swung him to the wall by virtue of his size advantage.

The brick wall is just as careless as he is. The master builder must have shaken his hands when he was doing his homework. A piece of brick sticks out halfway from the wall, piercing his ribs impartially.

There is a crisp "click".

Enduring the severe pain, Jing Zhuo raised his arm, underestimating the pain of broken ribs, this strike deviated from the direction, missed the opponent's vital point, and was punched instead.

The figure next to him also stood up unsteadily, and yelled something into the room, and two more people appeared at the entrance of the alley.

The hand on the neck became tighter and tighter, the lack of oxygen in the brain and the sudden situation made him panic, Jing Zhuo struggled several times but failed, his eyes were a little blurry, and his body began to lose strength.

The big man obviously didn't count on his hands, and the two people walking towards him shouted "Let go, let go, your eyes are turning white" before letting go.

As if Jing Zhuo was coming back from the dead, he suddenly kicked the big man to the ground, smashed the window next to him with his fist, and broke off a large piece of long glass regardless of the bloody knuckles, aiming the sharp point at the window Several people.

The four of them obviously didn't expect him to come, and they were all stunned.

tough enough.

In fact, Jing Zhuo himself doesn't know whether the glass can defend himself or cut his hands, but these four people are obviously not the ones hanging from the lemon chicken feet.

During the silent confrontation, the phone suddenly started vibrating on the ground.

Pointing at those people with the glass, just about to kick the phone over to pick it up, the figure stepped out before him, and the phone whizzed away on the dirt road like a hockey puck.

There is no way to call the police, and Jing Zhuo didn't want to reconnect with them before he understood the situation, so he turned around and ran away.

Exercise is one of Jing Zhuo's most annoying activities, but at this moment he regrets that he didn't follow the students to run and exercise.

And this blind night vision, before the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him could catch up completely, he bumped his head against the wall.

It was louder than the sound when the figure bumped into it just now, and it made Jing Zhuo feel sorry for himself.

His eyes turned black, and a warm current slowly snaked down his forehead.

One second before he fainted, the enduring sketch line "The pig hit the tree and you hit the pig" miraculously appeared in Jing Zhuo's mind.

Thanks to the solid bump, the person chasing after him had a knife in his hand.

A burst of chaotic footsteps interspersed with yelling, and when he fell down, he heard the phone vibrate with difficulty in the gap between these sounds, and it was still ringing.

...Who is so persistent.