flammable relationship

Fu Yiheng parked the car at the entrance of Wave Internet Cafe, turned off the engine, didn't get out of the car, and didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to see Wei Ran.

Sometimes when he was passing by after get off work, he would park the car a little far away across the road like this, roll down the window and look into the Internet cafe.It's kind of a surprise inspection, it's the same as going around the class from time to time for evening self-study, mainly to see if Wei Ran has consciously clocked in to work, or has he gone somewhere fooling around in the name of making money.

Of course, there is a limit to the inspection. It depends on the mood and the weather. It is impossible to come every day, otherwise it will be a bit like a voyeur.

Peeping is impossible. No matter how bad Mr. Fu is, he hasn't reached that level yet.

Today is different from the past when I passed by and took a look. I came here specially.

After learning some scattered stories from Li Ding, Fu Yiheng couldn't sit still, and Wei Ran's face covered by heavy fog always flashed before his eyes. Teacher Fu is a person who is not very good at wronging himself. I really want to No one can stop you from doing anything.So he followed his heart to take a look, to see what unknown things were hidden behind the mist, to see what kind of copper-skinned iron frame could support this child to stand in the world safe and sound, and accept his fate completely Everything thrown at his face.

If it was normal, Wei Ran would come out at a fixed time every day to throw out the trash, and by the way hide, leaning against the leeward of the door to smoke a cigarette, while smoking, slowly blowing smoke rings into the night sky with his neck raised.

Fu Yiheng kind of likes to see Wei Ran smoking, lazy, gloomy and vigorous.

Although this smoking posture is too skillful for the other party's young age, it is not much better than the old smoker, but some people's temperament is born to match tobacco very well, and the root is between the fingers. There is no sense of disobedience in the image of smoke.

Imagine such a young man in a single-parent family, whose mother suffers from mental illness, lack of upbringing, and poor quality. He has a soft heart and takes care of his family. When he was growing up, how many stares and sinful temptations did he suffer?

A world of flamboyance, pleasure in bitterness, and mere tobacco is just the most infamous placebo.

It is not easy for this child to grow up to stand in front of him like this, innocent, able to tell right from wrong, recognize good from bad, and distinguish right from wrong, with only some minor problems like lying and smoking.

What else can you ask for?

Just teach slowly, take your time.Fu Yiheng thought so.

The hour and minute hands on the watch were at right angles, and at nine o'clock, Wei Ran hadn't come out to throw out the trash.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, Fu Yiheng got out of the car, walked straight into the Internet cafe with long legs.Looking around in the Internet cafe, there are young people who are sitting in the dark, and Wei Ran is nowhere to be found. Fu Yiheng can't help but have a bad premonition. He grabs another network administrator who is on night shift and asks why Wei Ran is not there. When he came to work, the latter said that Wei Ran had temporarily asked for leave and had something urgent to deal with.

What emergencies can an on-campus student have to deal with?

Fu Yiheng took out his mobile phone, and first sent Wei Ran a WeChat message, but the other party ignored him.

After walking back to the car, he called Wei Ran's cell phone again, but no one answered.

It wasn't until the fifth time that it got through.

The extremely tired, hoarse and impatient "Hello" made Fu Yiheng's heart sink back into the distance.

He couldn't hide his anxiety and asked eagerly, "Where are you? Why don't you answer the phone?"

"Fu Yiheng?" The other party obviously didn't pay attention to the contact person when he pressed the answer button. He was quite surprised to hear the voice at the moment, and answered after a while: "I'm working part-time. What can I do for you?"

A burst of anger welled up in his chest.

"Wei Ran, we made an agreement, don't lie to me."

Fu Yiheng's voice seemed to be wrapped in a sharp edge of ice, sending out along the signal: "I'm at the entrance of the Internet cafe right now."

The lie was easily dismantled, Wei Ran groaned.

Fu Yiheng sensitively caught his gasping voice, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong with you? What happened?"

"Can you not ask so many questions first, I'm brain-scarred right now, and I can't answer." Wei Ran's voice was trembling with pain, and he still had the intention to tease him, "Mr. Fu, do you care about me? More than ordinary Students care a little bit more.”

"No. I treat all students equally." Fu Yiheng retorted indifferently. Hearing that his head was broken, the unknown fire in his chest burned even more violently. He stepped on the accelerator vigorously, and the Volvo's engine let out a roar , and drove quickly to the asphalt road.

"Who did you fight with again?"

"What do you mean again?" Wei Ran hissed, "I've changed my mind a long time ago, really, but the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop. This time it's people who have to come to find fault, I really didn't take the initiative..."

Fu Yiheng interrupted him by honking the horn: "I'll talk about the specifics later, tell me where you are first."

Wei Ran gave an address, and Fu Yiheng followed the navigation all the way to drive there, and found that it was a small clinic hidden in the city, nestled in an old residential building, with a red cross hanging casually outside, so simple that people seriously questioned it Do you have a valid medical license.

The alley is too narrow for a car to enter, so we can only walk to the door and look inside. There is a barefoot doctor with no qualifications in the room. He looks like he is only 40 years old, but his temples are already gray. He wears a jacket. In the old and yellowed white coat, with his waist bent, he was lowering his head to treat the wound on the back of Wei Ran's neck, tremblingly picking out glass shards with tweezers.

Wei Ran lowered his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone standing at the door, he raised his arm and waved with difficulty: "Mr. Fu, you are here."

Fu Yiheng stood still and did not raise his hand to wipe the hot sweat oozing from the tip of his nose. He pursed his lips to adjust his breathing, and frowned to inspect Wei Ran's whole body.

As far as this bastard is in the state at this time, it really makes people not in the mood to maintain a polite smile.

The clothes on his body were still the ones he wore in class during the day, and after a few hours of not seeing them, they were wrinkled as if they had just been taken out of a super powerful dryer. The shell was made of plastic, and the buttons of the shirt inside were also missing, leaving most of his chest exposed.With disheveled hair and blood oozing from the corners of the mouth, one can imagine how tragic the battle was at that time.

Wei Ran's head was lowered by the doctor, and he couldn't see Fu Yiheng's expression clearly. He could only see a pair of brown leather shoes, which were as shiny as new, slowly entered the field of vision, and then stopped gracefully in front of him with his heads level.

Wei Ran's heart beat faster and he held his breath.

"Doctor, I am the head teacher of this child." A polite voice came from above his head, "Is the injury serious? Do you need to be transferred to a major hospital?"

The wound on the back of the neck looked like it was pulled out by the glass shards of a broken wine bottle. It was at the part where the collar was erected just enough to cover it. It was split five centimeters long. Broken glass is particularly scary to look at.

The barefoot doctor glanced dissatisfied through his heavy glasses, and said angrily, "Go to a big hospital. Isn't this small injury treated like that everywhere? It's cheaper here."

"Don't mind me, I just think the cut is quite deep." Fu Yiheng looked around, and when he saw the hospital bed replaced by a simple camp bed and the wet and dirty sheets on it, he felt uncomfortable, "What if it is infected? It's..."

"For fear of infection, just pour some alcohol on it." The doctor muttered, soaked cotton in medical alcohol, and patted the bloody wound without knowing how hard it was.

It hurts to look at it!

Fu Yiheng stretched his hands and slowly wiped his face, his teeth were sore.

Wei Ran was so excited that he almost jumped up, cursed in a low voice, and complained in a hoarse voice: "Uncle Lame, can you squeak before pouring alcohol?"

"It hurts first, and when you get used to the pain, you will be paralyzed. You can get stitches later."

The doctor patted his head, turned around and went to the next room to get bandages and other medical things.

It was only then that Fu Yiheng realized that this person's legs and feet were not flexible, his left foot was bent outward at a deformed angle, and he couldn't walk with normal strength.

"Sequelae of polio." Wei Ran covered his neck, grinned and made a grimace, leaned closer and whispered, "I'm the same as you. I felt uncomfortable watching it for the first time, but I don't think it's strange after watching it too much."

Fu Yiheng turned his eyes and lowered his head to look at him squarely. He didn't ask the reason of the incident immediately, but asked his opinion first: "Is it really not necessary to go to the hospital? I don't think it's very reliable here."

"No, Uncle Lame is quite reliable." Wei Ran resolutely refused, the sweat from the pain was like a layer of plastic wrap covering his face, dripping to the tip of his chin, falling onto his pants as he spoke , "As long as there is any bump, we will come to him, charge honestly, and the price will benefit the people. Anyway, it's just a little skin trauma, no matter what you do, it won't cure people, don't worry."

"It's just nonsense." Fu Yiheng became angry when he heard this, turned around and left the door.

The lame uncle came out with something that looked like a stapler, and looked at the back of the one who rushed out the door strangely: "Hey, your teacher came out to show his face, and left without saying a word. ? It’s too unloving and dedicated.”

"Ah. Maybe I'm angry." Wei Ran's brown eyes flashed disappointment. He scratched his nose, only to find that his hands were covered with blood. dirty?"

"Well, dirt and blood are all over the face, like the dirty little cat at the door." The lame uncle put the stapler in front of Wei Ran and shook it, "The suture thread is gone, I'll just use this to make do with it today Bar."

"Okay." Wei Ran didn't care, and nodded, "Just take it lightly."

"Little devil, you should make people take it easy when you are fighting. Don't be hypocritical when you come to me, you have to do what you want to do. Remember not to shout, don't be ashamed, disturb the people, don't cause me to be complained .”

"Tch, when did you see me calling?"

Wei Ran laughed, took out a cigarette case from his trouser pocket, took out one and put it in his mouth, he searched all over his pockets but didn't touch the lighter, wondering where he might have dropped it during the fight, adding Uncle Shang Lame also forbids others to smoke in his crappy clinic, so he has no choice but to just chew his cigarette butts.

The bitter aroma of tobacco spreads on the tip of the tongue.

Before the first nail was laid, Mr. Fu was sullen again, and went back again.

"Teacher?" Wei Ran's dim eyes were hidden in the dirty hair, and they burned up in an instant, shining horribly: "I thought you were gone."

"How can there be a teacher who abandons the students at this time?" Fu Yiheng went out for a trip, and when he came back, he had an extra pack of wet tissues in his hand. He sat next to Wei Ran, stretched out his hand and forcibly pulled out the cigarette dangling from Wei Ran's mouth, Then he took out the wet tissue, folded it in half, and greeted Wei Ran in the face without saying a word.

Wei Ran didn't hide, the lame uncle behind him was pressing his shoulders and nailing him, there was nowhere to hide.

But he was afraid that Fu Yiheng's hands would be dirty with the blood and mud on his face, so he turned his face away as much as possible.

Unfortunately, the paper towel exuding a cool mint scent chased him, and after turning around awkwardly a few times, Wei Ran simply gave up and obediently let Teacher Fu wipe his face.

After wiping your face, change a piece of paper, and then wipe your hands.

How severe is the pain of the nail being driven into the flesh alive?Wei Ran really doesn't know, he is gritting his teeth, trying to scrape the lubricating body fluid in his mouth, trying to keep a clear mind to feel the pain, but it is useless, his pain sense suddenly degenerates .As if he had been injected with the most powerful anesthesia injection, he fell into a frenzied hallucinatory state, his whole body was paralyzed, and only the extremities of his upper limbs still had a clear sense of touch.

In other words, at this moment all his attention is focused on his hands.

Fu Yiheng was holding his hand, wiping away all the dirt for him.

His brows were still raised, his lips were still pursed, and he still had that airy and indifferent look of not wanting to talk nonsense, but his movements were extremely delicate and gentle, as if he was holding some fragile and fragile object.

Some kind of silent electromagnetic waves slowly spread out during this intimate skin-to-skin contact, and every cell in the limbs and bones was trembling for it.

Wei Ran didn't dare to move. As the one who accepted the kindness, he should say something to thank him. He hurt his neck but didn't hurt his arm. He could have grabbed a tissue and wiped it himself.But for some obscure reason, he just didn't move, holding a heart floating in mid-air, timidly and indulgently enjoying the kindness and tenderness given by the other party.

Wei Ran has always been self-aware, his parents are not good people, this is destined to have some negative factors in his genes that cannot be eliminated.He is greedy by nature, he likes to make progress, he is proud of being favored and arrogant, and his possessiveness is terrible. He is afraid that if he moves, he will not be able to control his true nature. Instead, he clenches that clean and warm hand tightly and locks it in his palm. It withdraws without permission.

No, he told himself more than once in his heart, not to do this, it would scare Teacher Fu away.

He should learn from those tabby cats wandering the streets, show mercy when he meets kind-hearted people, pretend to be more obedient, put away his fangs and sharp claws, take the initiative to show weakness, show the most harmless side, and show his softness. Chuhu's belly is coquettish and cute. Only in this way, kind-hearted people will generously donate and open delicious canned cat food for them.

The city outside the window is playing its own movement: the sound of traffic, the subtle whistling sound of neon lights, the tremor of the earth when the subway passes by, and the noise of human activities, just like the endless busy running in an anthill, monotonous and peaceful. Like a warm blanket.

"Ah, it hurts." Wei Ran yelled suddenly.

"It hurts. It's been a long time since I nailed it." The lame uncle pressed his head, but without much effort, the boy collapsed from the chair to the ground like a boneless mollusc, rushing He fell into a coma after making the face.

"Wei Ran? Wei Ran!"

Fu Yiheng quickly squatted down, hugged the man into his arms, put Wei Ran's head on his lap, and kept fanning the wind to pinch him, with an anxious expression on his face.

The lame uncle was shocked: "What's the matter? Where is Pengci?"

With a swipe, Fu Yiheng cast a resentful gaze, the cold light flashed, like a knife like a sword, and the gaze was full of inquiries of "you'd better give me an explanation".

"Maybe it hurts so much, it's a little weak." The lame uncle found that the teacher looked soft, but his eyes were lethal, and he said nonsense, "Teacher, don't worry, go back and give him some salt water to replenish his strength. Immediately." just woke up."

After finishing speaking, he quietly looked at Wei Ran, and the slippery guy who was supposed to be unconscious gave him a thumbs up in the dark.

Ah.The lame uncle is well-informed, shrewd and thorough, and he can see the twists and turns at a glance. He pouted, as if talking to himself: "Why don't you meet a wild cat on the roadside, don't just go to it casually. Treat him well, it's easy to stick to the upper body, and you can't even tear it off."

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