simple is the best

Fang Jing didn't sleep well, his dream was full of light and shadow changes, mixed with fragments of yesterday's memory.

He didn't expect that Guo Feng would personally bring someone over. Lu Laosi didn't have enough people, so he was at a disadvantage. Fang Jing was ruthless and fierce in fights, and someone had been eyeing him long ago.

After Guo Feng brought people over, he was surrounded by several people, and he couldn't even shake them off.

In the end, he was blocked in an alley and was beaten violently. When those bastards left, Fang Jing stayed in the corner for a long time without recovering. I don't know if it was because of two hits on the head. Chaos, still wanting to vomit.

He fell on the ground and retched for a long time without vomiting out why, but this action made him even more dizzy.

In Fang Jing's dream, he returned to the alley where he was playing. He tried hard to see the faces of the people around him, but he couldn't see anything clearly.

Feeling more and more irritable, he stood still and finally couldn't help punching those bastards who couldn't see their faces, but he hit nothing, and the black alley in front of his eyes and the sound of being beaten in his ears disappeared .

Only the harsh sunlight left his eyes sore.

Fang Jing blinked, letting the tears flow from his eyes, and he could still hear the sound of the air conditioner blowing and the clothes tumbling in the washing machine.

He found himself lying on a sofa, his clothes had been changed, and the green Tsingtao Beer four big characters were printed on the white T-shirt, which made his eyelids twitch.

Sitting up with the sofa propped up, Fang Jing felt a burst of pain from various parts of his body as soon as he moved. He inhaled while sitting upright.

As soon as his back leaned against the back of the sofa, he heard the sound of chairs being dragged from the room on the left.

Ji Lin leaned on the door frame of the room and saw that the man sat up by himself, so he said, "You are full of injuries, it's better not to move around."

Fang Jing stared at him with a fierce look on his eyebrows.

"You brought me back?" Fang Jing asked.

Ji Lin nodded, and put a leather wallet on the coffee table in front of Fang Jing, "This is yours, see if there is anything missing in it. I didn't find your phone, and you passed out again at that time, so I couldn't talk to you. Contact your family and bring you back first."

Fang Jing took the wallet and glanced at Ji Lin, "Thank you."

Ji Lin replied politely.

He looked down at the young man who was flipping through his wallet and asked, "Fang Jing, would you like something to eat? I made porridge for you."

Fang Jing was a little surprised to hear that he could call out his own name, he raised his head and said, "How do you know my name?"

Ji Lin pointed to his wallet and said softly, "It's written on your ID card."

Not only the name, but Ji Lin also knew that this young man was two months away from turning 19, almost six years younger than himself.

Fang Jing groaned, and reached out to touch the gauze wrapped around his body. His head was still a little dizzy, and he couldn't eat.

"No, where are my clothes?" he asked.

Ji Lin: "I've washed it." He said and pointed to the washing machine. Fang Jing followed his finger to look over and found that the time on the LCD screen on the washing machine was counting down to 10 minutes.

Fang Jing turned his head, still staring at Ji Lin, but did not frown any more.The person in front of him had long hair, probably because he was at home, with a small braid behind his hair, and a mole under his eye, which looked familiar to him no matter how he looked at it.

Ji Lin sat there for him to watch, but didn't speak.

Fang Jing thought for a while, and suddenly asked, "Have I seen you?" He reached out and touched the back of his head, only to find that there was a swollen lump, which still hurt a little when touched.

Seeing his grinning face, Ji Lin said, "Why don't I take you to the hospital."

"No need." Fang Jing thought for a while before asking, "Did you meet at Jia's Alley last week?"

Ji Lin paused and nodded.

"A few people wanted to rob my battery car at that time, but you stopped them." Ji Lin's tone was flat, but Fang Jing was a little embarrassed when he heard it.

It was very late that day, Ji Lin came home from get off work, and the battery car was out of power, so he could only push the car back. When he passed by Jia's alley, there were a few young men in tight T-shirts leaning against the wall and smoking.

Their chatting voices were not deliberately lowered, and Ji Lin heard them say, "Would you like to go up..."

"The car is a bit old, but the battery is still worth some money."

"It looks like someone who just got off work should be paid at the beginning of the month."

Ji Lin felt troublesome and just wanted to leave quickly, but at this time one of them had already thrown away the cigarette in his hand and was about to walk up.

Fang Jing, who had been standing beside him silently, said that it was all right, and called the person back: "You are so cleanly dressed, you don't even have a bag, you must be poor, and it will be even more troublesome to get a police officer."

Hearing these words, Ji Lin turned his head and glanced at Fang Jing. The young man happened to be standing under the streetlight, and he could see his face clearly.

Fang Jing sat on the sofa and touched the bag on the back of his head, feeling embarrassed. At that time, he said that he was a poor man because he looked honest and didn’t want to be a bully, but how could the person sitting in front of him know his identity? idea.

But he couldn't bear to pay that poor man, he just said: "It's nothing, it's just a little effort."

Otherwise, it will definitely not end easily that day.

Ji Lin quite likes his little yellow battery car, and has relied on it in the wind and rain for the past two years. Of course, he doesn't want it to be ridden away, or the battery is dropped by someone.

Fang Jing glanced at the coffee table, there were gauze, iodine, and some medicinal wine like Yunnan Baiyao on it.

"Is this all for me?" he asked.

"Ah? Yes." Ji Lin lowered his eyes and said, "These can only treat skin trauma. I think it's better for you to go to the hospital for an examination, which is safer."

Fang Jing looked at him twice more, then lifted up his clothes and looked at the gauze wrapped around his waist.The wound was wrapped up with gauze, unlike his usual messy manners, Ji Lin wrapped it neatly for him.

Fang Jing said, "Bring me a bag and put the medicine in it so I can take it away."

"Oh." Ji Lin responded, and got up to get the plastic bag.

When he came out, he held a bowl of porridge in one hand and a bag in the other.

The porridge was placed in front of Fang Jing, still steaming.

Fang Jing stared at the porridge in concentration, then wrinkled and said, "Didn't I say I won't drink it?" But then he felt annoyed because of his too blunt tone.

I thought Ji Lin would be angry and felt that he didn't know how to flatter me, but I didn't expect that he just paused, then turned to look at Fang Jing and said, "You have been sleeping for almost twelve hours, and your body recovers very slowly if you don't eat. .”

Fang Jing looked at his serious expression and subconsciously nodded.

After nodding his head, he came to his senses and cursed himself secretly, but he still reached out to hold the bowl and took a sip from his mouth.

It was different from a bowl of porridge with only soup and no rice on the side of the road. The white porridge was thick and had a hint of sweetness. Fang Jing glanced at Ji Lin.

The man put sugar in the porridge.

Seeing that he was looking at himself after taking a sip, Ji Lin said, "I saw that you were bleeding from a wound, so I put some sugar in the porridge."

"Oh." Fang Jing responded. He hasn't had this kind of porridge since his mother died. I don't know if it's a psychological effect. After eating two mouthfuls of sweet porridge, his body seems to have regained some strength, and the wound doesn't hurt as much as it did at the beginning. .

He put down the bowl, wiped his mouth with paper.

The washing machine stopped at this moment, and Ji Lin got up to get the clothes. When he took out Fang Jing's pants, he couldn't help frowning.

I don't know if the trousers were originally so big, or they were washed and shrunk by him, and the size in his hand, it doesn't look like Fang Jing, who is so tall and burly, can wear them.

"These pants?" Ji Lin was a little puzzled, he held them in front of Fang Jing and asked, "Can I still wear them?"

Fang Jing looked at the shrunken trousers, and felt that the widest part of the trousers could only fit into one of his thighs.

He looked at Ji Lin and asked, "What do you think?"

"I'll get you a pair of pants." Ji Lin said.

Fang Jing was a head taller than Ji Lin, and he had to wear long trousers. Ji Lin had no choice but to take out a pair of faded light green school trousers for him to change into.

Approaching the height of 1.9 meters, Ji Lin put the wet clothes and medicine in two bags and handed him the baggy school trousers abruptly.

"Are you really not going to the hospital?" Ji Lin couldn't help asking again.

Fang Jing nodded impatiently. He put on his shoes, opened the door and felt the heat wave rushing towards him.He frowned, turned to look at Ji Lin, and saw that he was also looking at him.

"that……"

Ji Lin: "What's the matter? Do you need me to call you Didi?"

Fang Jing's thought of being brave came back to life again, he flatly rejected Ji Lin's proposal to help him take a taxi, and said dryly, "I... haven't asked your name yet."

Ji Lin paused, then said, "Ji Lin."

"I see." Fang Jing nodded and said, "Thank you, I will remember you."

Ji Lin realized that Fang Jing didn't know that he had accidentally bumped into him on his bike, and he probably thought he had saved him.Seeing that he was silent, Fang Jing said again: "I will repay you."

Hearing this, Ji Lin held back his brows. He wanted to tell him that he had hit him, but thinking of the young people around him under the streetlights that night, he was a little worried that he would cause trouble for him if he found out.

"I don't need you to repay anything, thank you that night." Ji Lin stuffed the bag into his hand, and continued: "Be careful on the road, if you think you need to go to the hospital because you were hit by my bicycle, you can call me." Phone, my mobile phone number has been written on a piece of paper and put in a bag, and I will be responsible for the medical expenses." Ji Lin said flatly.

Fang Jing looked down at him and responded, not knowing if he listened.

Seeing the door close in front of him, blocking the heat outside from the coolness inside, Ji Lin heaved a sigh of relief, stretched out his hand and pushed, and the porridge bowl that was floating in the air flew into the kitchen and landed firmly in the sink.

With the extra people gone, he was finally able to relax in his own home.After all, there are still three days of vacation, and he wants to enjoy it slowly.

Ji Lin sat on the sofa and turned on the TV, humming a song and raised his hand.

The curtains were immediately drawn down, blocking out the orange daylight.

Fang Jing stood at the bottom of the building and looked up at Ji Lin's window. The moment the curtains were lowered, he also looked away, turned around and walked out slowly step by step.

The scorching sun shone on my body and it was really uncomfortable. The gauze wrapped around my body seemed to be wetted by the sweat. The landline dialed a series of familiar numbers.

After a while, the phone was picked up, and the noisy voice from the other side came into the ear through the microphone.

"Hello, is this Boss Lu? I'm Fang Jing." He whispered.