The ruffian is hard to guard

"Qu Lao Liu was really beaten by you?"

Fei Fan took a sip of skewers and another sip of cold beer, feeling refreshed all over.

Zhan Changsong frowned and picked the sticks in front of Fei Fan with his fingers, counting them one by one.

"You're too good at eating tips, I'm afraid you'll eat up all the money I made today."

Fei Fan sucked his flesh again, kicked Zhan Changsong's stool, and urged, "I'm asking you something."

"Would you believe me when I said I beat you?" Zhan Changsong took a sip of beer, crossed his legs and stared at the person in front of him.

Fei Fan looked up, down, left, and right at the old dog Zhan, still feeling that he had a bad face, so he could only shake his head, "I don't believe it."

"That's it, when will Mr. Fei see me?" Zhan Changsong snorted and drank half a glass of wine in one gulp.

Fei Fan has experienced his drinking capacity, basically he is talking nonsense after one bottle, crying father and mother when two bottles are poured into his throat, and unconscious after three bottles: "Hey, drink less, I don't care if you drink too much .”

Fei Fan was about to stop him, but his eyes were fixed on the person behind Zhan Changsong.

The man was wearing a school uniform, tall and fresh, his eyebrows were slightly drawn, his face was expressionless, and he looked a little cold and alienated.

He jumped off the bicycle, picked up the kid on the back seat and put it on the ground, then took out an iron chain from the basket and locked the bicycle to the lamppost.

The owner of the barbecue stall also saw the boy, and raised the stove hook and shouted loudly: "Cheng Jialiang, hurry up! There are too many people today, and there are not enough people!"

The boy responded, lowered his head and said a few words to the kid beside him, rubbed his head gently, then got up and walked around, took off his school uniform and put it on his arm.

"Cheng Jiadong!" Fei Fan stood up, calling the kid's name on his lips, but his eyes were glued to the boy.

"Mr. Fei," the kid ran to Fei Fan, turned around and saw Zhan Changsong, "you and Mr. Zhan have barbecue together."

"Hey, you little brat, will you call someone or tell your teacher to teach you well?" Zhan Changsong threw a boiled peanut into his mouth, not minding haggling with a child.

"Call someone well." Cheng Jialiang came up from behind and patted Cheng Jiadong on the head, then greeted Fei Fan politely, "Mr. Fei, what a coincidence."

Stars were shining in Fei Fan's eyes, and the smile on his lips was eager: "What a coincidence, are you studying by yourself next night?"

Cheng Jialiang nodded: "The self-study is early on Sunday night, and I work here every weekend."

As soon as I said this, the owner of the barbecue shop stuck out his head in the smoky fog and called out: "Cheng Jialiang, hurry up!"

"I'm going to help out first." The young man pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled, and then touched Cheng Jiadong's head, "Don't go far, just play around here."

Fei Fan hurriedly pulled the kid in front of him, grabbed a few skewers and stuffed them into the little black paws, and said with a smile, "Go and do it, I'll help you watch him."

Cheng Jialiang frowned looking at those skewers of mutton. The kid in Fei Fan's arms trembled, and then pitifully put the skewers back on the plate, muttering softly: "Teacher, I won't eat."

Fei Fan originally intended to please Cheng Jialiang, but now he was a little angry, he hugged the little black paw to his knees: "I am his teacher, can't I treat him to something as a teacher?" He waved his hand, "Go quickly Go to work, or the boss will call you again."

Cheng Jialiang was quite helpless and unable to refute, he could only tell his younger brother to "be good" before turning around and walking into the choking fireworks.

Zhan Changsong stepped on the empty stool, his eyes flicked back and forth between Fei Fan and Cheng Jialiang.He spat out the peanut shells in his mouth far away, and said in a long tone: "Is that the son of Cheng Dali's family? The last time I saw him was at Cheng Dali's funeral. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, cold He has a face and doesn't cry, and his father's funeral is handled in an orderly manner, why did it become so big in a blink of an eye."

Seeing that Fei Fan was listening intently with his ears upright, he was immediately annoyed, and kicked the stool vigorously: "What kind of expression did you have just now, like a pug dog, shit, if he was a girl, I thought you had a crush on her. "

Fei Fan couldn't help feeling embarrassed when people said something on their minds, and retorted in a weak voice: "Don't talk nonsense, it's not."

"You are polite to everyone, but you just treat me coldly, thinking that everyone is a good person, and I am the only fucking bad person in the world!" Zhan Changsong took a sip of his wine and saw the little black paw sitting in Fei Fan's arms like a hungry man. For three days, I was eating mutton skewers, "Fuck, you still give away my things for favors, small things, this bastard eats like this, I really have done nothing these two days."

"Eat!" Fei Fan patted the child in his arms, "This is a teacher's treat."

Zhan Changsong sneered: "A treat? You have to rely on me for a cup of yogurt a day. Where can you get money for a treat?"

Hearing this, Little Black Claw stopped eating immediately, and looked at Fei Fan worriedly with puffed cheeks.

Being worried about his livelihood by a child, Fei Fan's face became hot, he gritted his teeth and secretly touched the pocket, the few thin banknotes inside really didn't have any sense of existence.

"How about this?" Zhan Changsong touched the cigarette and put it in his mouth. He glanced at the little black paw and said with feigned anger, "Don't light me up. I don't even have the eyesight to eat so many things."

Cheng Jiadong quickly chewed the meat in his mouth and swallowed it, picked up the lighter on the table and lit a cigarette for Zhan Changsong.

The man spat out a mouthful of white mist and narrowed his eyes comfortably: "How about, Teacher Fei will help me with the labor for another half a month, and I will pay for this meal."

Fei Fan blinked and blinked, feeling that he was a little bit inferior in front of the students. He was hesitating when he heard the little man in his arms ask, "Does our teacher get paid to show you the store after school?"

"No." Zhan Changsong boasted.

"There must be two cups of yogurt every day, the kind for three yuan a cup." Little Hei paw raised his neck, and he didn't see the same dog-legged look when he lit Zhan Changsong's cigarette just now.

"There's no room for your child to intervene when adults talk." Zhan Changsong blew smoke into the face of the little black paw, choking the child to cough.

He looked at Fei Fan and asked, "Mr. Fei, your students have already set wages for you. Can you give me a word?"

Fei Fan thought about the banknotes in his pocket, and looked at the mess on the table, so he could only nod and agree, "All right."

"Did you invite me this meal?" Little Black Claw finally stopped coughing, he sniffed and asked Zhan Changsong.

"Well, please." Boss Zhan nodded boldly.

"Oh." The skinny child lowered his head again, and began to eat the skewered meat in his hand hard.

"Grass, brat, you starved to death and reincarnated."

The heroic Ezhan boss couldn't sit still anymore, he got up to grab the meat skewers from the little devil's hand, but Fei Fan grabbed his hand, he hid Cheng Jiadong behind him with a smile, and urged with crooked eyes: "Eat quickly, Zhan later!" The boss has changed his mind."

Suddenly, time seemed to slow down.

The dim light from the barbecue stand shone from behind Fei Fan, wrapping him warmly, reflecting his smile and making this vulgar night come alive.

Looking at Fei Fan, Zhan Changsong felt as if he had never seen anyone with such a beautiful smile.

Simple, clear, without any impurities.

He has no culture, and he can't describe his feelings, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered a sentence, which seemed to be read in a dilapidated old newspaper when he was the poorest teenager:

If one day, you are tired, you are tired, as long as you turn around, my smile will be in front of you......

At that time, he remembered that he was very cold, curled up in a stable with air leakage on all sides, holding the old newspaper used to wrap feed, thinking, what kind of smile would that be?You can forget tiredness and tiredness just by looking at it...

Now he seems to know.

His hand was held by Fei Fan, the slender, clean and fair hand, even the nails were powdered.He had once seen this hand holding a paintbrush, applying dye little by little on a white canvas. It was not a very pretty painting, at least he thought so.

But he always remembered the scenery in that painting, it seemed that the wind in the painting was gentle.

He once thought about Wang Meili's hand, but he didn't know how it felt when he pulled it, but it couldn't be better than the current feeling, right?Soft and creamy, you can't bear to let go.

Next time I find a chance, I must pull Wang Meili's hand. If it feels like this, then I can really take the initiative, he thought.