The ruffian is hard to guard

Fei Fan walked into the supermarket again, and saw the tall and burly Liao Changsong sitting behind the cash register, smoking a cigarette, with his legs crossed, humming obscene lyrics.

"Put your hand on the side of my sister's face, and dark clouds fly over the sky for a long time; reach out and touch the front of my sister's head, the sky is full and addictive..."

"Zhan Changsong!" Fei Fan knocked on the table with the tip of his umbrella, his expression of disgust was undisguised, "Stay in the kindergarten and sing these pornographic trash every day, and you won't be afraid to spoil the children."

Zhan Changsong was in the right mood just after he made a big deal, and he didn't get angry after being yelled at by Fei Fan: "The group of brats are all mentally handicapped, if there is one who can understand it, it's considered a genius. "

"Zhan Changsong, you have such a vicious mouth, I'm not afraid that you will have children in the future..." After all, Fei Fan has been in college for a year and a half, and he considers himself a cultural person in these three or five streets, and it is not good to be a teacher I lost my identity too much, so I swallowed the next few words.

"No fart?" Zhan Changsong is a bastard, always open-mouthed, "I don't need to worry about what kind of children I have in the future, if I have a child that will be handed over to a teacher like you, it's better not to have a child. "

"...What's wrong with me?" Fei Fan felt a little guilty, his voice lowered a lot.

He is gay, male, and male-loving. It is because of this that he fell out with his family. He quit school and hid in this remote town to vent his anger with his family.

Running away from home, what is not lacking is backbone, what is most lacking is money.

It is true that a penny stumps a hero.Fei Fan, as a frail scholar who couldn't carry his shoulders or hands, was very lucky to be able to find a job as a painting teacher in a kindergarten after working through several jobs.But given the isolation and backwardness of this small town, if he exposed his gay identity, not only would he lose his job, but he would also be torn apart and fed to the dogs by those paranoid and ignorant parents.

Thinking of this, Fei Fan lost another 5 centimeters in height.

"I'm ashamed to ask what's the matter? Naturally, you are morally corrupt!" Zhan Changsong squinted his eyes, slashed Fei Fan from top to bottom with his eye knife, and watched the white-faced scholar tremble three times enjoying himself.

He spoke slowly, like Ling Chi, cutting flesh with a blunt knife: "Did you instigate those kids in the kindergarten to come to my place to buy snacks? The roast sausages can't be sold these days."

"Ah? That's it?" Fei Fan, whose legs were weak, was taken aback, thinking that I've already started choosing a coffin, you tell me Hades is on vacation?

He straightened his back, picked up the stand of righteous words again, and tapped the rolling sausage machine with the tip of his umbrella: "Last time, the stick for the sausage hurt a child. Is it normal for me not to let them buy it?"

"Normal ass, grilled sausage sticks, candied haws sticks, and mutton kebab sticks are all bloody piercing, can you take care of it? Besides, people's parents don't care, what kind of sticks you put up, I will show you."

Zhan Changsong let out a puff of cigarette with his head tilted, and raised his eyebrows at Fei Fan: "I have these sausages on the shelf for three days, you go back and ask those bastards to buy them, I will give you one... How about 5 cents?"

Fei Fan picked his ears and felt that he was hallucinating: "Since when did Zhan Changsong and us become able to get along with each other? This is really flattering me. Do you think that everyone is looking for money like you are?" gone?"

Zhan Changsong snorted, "Okay, if we can't pee in the same pot, just treat it as if I farted just now. Great and noble teacher Feiwu, are you here to buy things? If you want to buy something, buy it quickly, if you don't want to buy it, don't waste it here. Brother doesn't have time to accompany you here to break your teeth."

On social software, Fei Fan, who often calls people "brother", shivered.Zhan Changsong, the dog day, even if there is only such a man left in the world, he would rather shave his head and burn nine spots on it than hang you from a tree.

"I don't buy things, I take umbrellas."

"Take what?"

"Umbrella, I left the umbrella here just now."

Zhan Changsong put his long legs on the cashier counter, sank into the back of the chair, and lazily puffed out a cigarette: "Umbrella? I didn't see it. I remember you left with an umbrella."

Fei Fan was confident and calm: "Yes, but I brought two umbrellas, but I only knocked out one, and the other fell here." He pointed to the place where the umbrella was put just now.

Zhan Changsong glanced at the pointed place, and said "Oh" indifferently: "Then you can look there."

"You!" Fei Fan's chest was on fire, his fart was big, he could see through it at a glance, and he was looking for something.

"I put it here just now, and now it's gone."

"That's a no-brainer." Zhan Changsong pinched the butt of his cigarette and sucked it hard, sucking up a cigarette without wasting it.

"Why is there no move?" Fei Fan stepped forward and leaned slightly, intending to put pressure on the rascal, "I left the umbrella with you for only 10 minutes, during which time no one came in or out of the supermarket, oh, there is a Liao Fatty, I can see clearly from the window. He didn’t take an umbrella when he left, but you gave him my umbrella! There is only one truth, the umbrella is still in your store, and you hid it Already!"

After Fei Fan finished speaking, he felt comfortable and felt that there should be applause here.

"Yo, you look like that Ke?" Zhan Changsong pressed the cigarette butt into the flowerpot, squinting his eyes and asked.

"Conan." Fei Fan's mouth was quicker than his brain, and he felt a little out of value after speaking.

"Yes, Conan." Zhan Changsong shook his head and chuckled, then lifted his thin eyelids and looked at Fei Fan mockingly, "Little Feiwu, I'm ashamed of you for discrediting Conan. Say I hid your umbrella, where is the evidence? "

You are trash, your whole family is trash!I'll let you kneel down and call grandpa in a while.

Fei Fan ticked the corner of his mouth: "Is there evidence? Not without it."

He slowly took out his mobile phone and clicked on two videos, one was that he put down two umbrellas and only took one umbrella away, and the other was that Zhan Changsong gave Fatty Liao his umbrella.

He had already made preparations and secretly recorded two videos with his mobile phone.

"Zhan Changsong, how many things have you secretly secreted from your neighbors? Have you forgotten? If you don't spit out the things you hid for yourself today, I will report you to everyone, make you a target, and let you There is no place for your supermarket."

Although Fei Fan said he was filled with righteous indignation, he didn't intend to really do anything about it. He just used this matter to do justice for the heavens, and to vent his anger by the way. Who made the surname Zhan yell "tips" all day long.

"What place? Shit? Tsk, are all the kids in your city playing like this?" After Zhan Changsong finished speaking, he seemed to realize something. He was silent for a while, and then adjusted his attitude.

He put down his legs, showed a smirk, and bribed Fei Fan with a sausage: "Mr. Fei, why are you so angry? It's not worth getting angry with me. Who the hell am I?"

Fei Fan opened the grilled sausage, which was oily and black and had been simmering for three days: "Come on, don't worry, take out all the things you kept secret."

"Yes." Zhan Changsong licked his face and smiled, "I'm falling into your hands this time, and I'm convinced, so I'll be Teacher Fei and give me a free lesson."

"But..." He leaned closer, "Mr. Fei, I spit out the stuff, you have to delete all the videos, we have to make a gentleman's agreement."

Fei Fan was flustered, he had been a preschool teacher in the past few months, hadn't he been angered by Zhan Changsong, but now that this guy has subdued, it is indeed comparable to a high spirit, making people dizzy.

"Naturally," he said.

"Just record two?" Zhan Changsong laughed timidly, "You have to let me see if it's true."

"Really just record two, you see." The phone was sent up, and it was under his nose.

"Ah, let me take a look." Before the words finished, the phone had changed hands. Zhan Changsong grabbed the phone and stood up and raised it above his head, "Let me take a closer look."

"What are you doing! Give it back to me." It was too late for Fei Fan to grab it. He was not as tall as Zhan Changsong, and the guy was holding up his phone again. He could only hang on the man's arm like a silly monkey that hadn't fully evolved. earn it.

Zhan Changsong poked the phone a few times, deleted the two videos, turned them into the trash can, completely destroyed the evidence, and then threw the phone back into Fei Fan's arms: "Give it back to you."

Then he took out another cigarette and held it between his fingers, turning his face faster than turning a book. At this moment, his face was full of sternness, as if the bear look just now was caused by Fei Fan's own lust.

"Fei Wu, you're so fucking shady, and you're secretly videotaping. I really underestimated you. I thought you were a chicken with flapping arms, but I didn't expect you to be a bad dog." Zhan Changsong said The cigarette lit Fei Fan's head, "How old are you this year? Are you 20? When I was in society, you still pissed and played with mud! You little brat played with me like this, I'm really impatient."

"Who are you scolding?" Fei Fan grabbed the cigarette and twisted the cigarette into pieces, "How can you be so brazen to tell the truth!"

"Tsk..." Zhan Changsong felt sorry for the cigarette with no bones left, and blurted out his words even more rudely.

"Who are you talking about? You are talking about it. Do you fucking think that after recording two videos, everything will be fine? Will you be able to offend me?"

Like a stroke, he twitched one corner of his mouth: "Let's not say that all umbrellas are similar, who can prove that the umbrella in my hand is your umbrella? Even if it can be proved that it is your umbrella, I can bite back Said that you made the buckle for me, because you hate me!"

He paused, frowned slightly and said to himself: "Because why do you hate me? Let me think about it... I have to think of a reason that can confuse the fake with the real. Dark-minded rival in love, you plan to pour dirty water on me!"

After finishing speaking, he nodded his head self-consciously: "Yes, people in this place love to gossip, and they especially like to gossip about love and love, so everyone will believe it! It can also take the opportunity to discredit you The image in Wang Meili's heart is that the video was deleted too early, and I thought of it a long time ago!"

Fei Fan was dumbfounded, and stood there with his mouth slightly open, like the silly son of Wang Laoliu's family who harasses all day long.

"You...you!" He trembled with anger, really shaking like a plague chicken.

"Zhan Changsong, you bastard!"

"Is that right, if you have any grievances, you come directly to my brother to scold you, stabbing a lot of villains in the back. Teacher Fei, this doesn't fit your image of a noble kindergarten teacher, doesn't it?"

Immediately, the man narrowed his eyes, grabbed the back of Fei Fan's neck, and lowered his voice: "Little bastard, just this time, don't make an exception. If you start to break ground on Taisui again and play with these dirty things, I will let you know." What is playing a big knife in front of Guan Gong and selling an ax in front of Lu Ban!"

"Get out!" the man yelled, and pushed Fei Fan out like a chicken.

Fei Fan took a staggered step, and stood by the door clenched his hands into fists, wheezing in his chest.He was so enraged, his mind went blank, and he didn't dare to fight the tall man, so he could only bluff his neck and say "you wait" before rushing out the door.

"Bang Dang" the door with a spring bow bounced back, and Zhan Changsong snorted: "Grass, cut a chicken for nothing, and the **** took the initiative to send it to Huang Pizi's mouth."

After finishing speaking, he felt that something was wrong, and it took him a long time to realize why he described himself as a weasel?He smacked his lips in dissatisfaction, his eyelids drooped and he saw another umbrella under his feet.

"Tsk, silly boy, I sent you two umbrellas in one afternoon."