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A few people were about to take action, but Yan Yang stood up: "Wait a minute." He shook Luo Ran's hand, signaled the other party not to worry, and then stepped forward.

"Master Feng, right?" He walked up to the leader of the gangsters.

"Who the hell are you?" Master Feng bared his yellow teeth and yelled, "Where did you come from? Get lost."

Yan Yang raised the corners of his lips, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

"Master Feng calm down, if you have anything to say, please say it well..." He lit a cigarette and handed it to the gangster's mouth: "First smoke a cigarette to calm down the fire."

The gangster looked at him suspiciously, seeing that Yan Yang was alone, and there was nothing to be afraid of, so he took the cigarette in his mouth.

"Brother... I didn't say... Ah——!"

The moment he put the cigarette in his mouth and was about to speak, Yan Yang greeted him with a fist. Everyone present did not react, including Luo Ran. Looking at "Feng Ye", the corner of his mouth had been punched out. Blood, screaming: "Damn, he...! He...he... dare to hit me...!" He lay on the ground, with half of his face swollen: "Brothers, fuck me...!"

"Yes... yes...!" The other gangsters came back to their senses, and immediately rushed up to Yan Yang.

Yan Yang picked up the chair at hand and threw it at them, then turned around and took Luo Ran's hand.

"What are you still doing? Run...!"

Hearing this sentence, Luo Ran felt the howling wind blow past his ears, and when he realized it, Yan Yang had already tightly clenched his hands, shuttling through the streets and alleys.

"This is so crazy..." He couldn't help complaining to the man in front of him who was running with him: "How could I be with you...My God..."

"Stop talking." Yan Yang turned his head and grinned wildly: "36 tactics, running is the best strategy..."

Luo Ran couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly, he just remembered that feeling, the warm palm of the other party, the vigorous steps, the cold night wind, but his heart was steady, as if being gently supported by those big hands , resisted all suffering for him.

The two of them ran for five streets before they got rid of those punks. Yan Yang pulled Luo Ran to hide beside the street lamp, hugged each other's waist tightly with both hands, and then looked around to see if those people had caught up.

It was already late at night, there were almost no people in this alley, and the old street lamps were flickering and dimming. Luo Ran leaned against Yan Yang's arms, feeling her heartbeat gradually amplified beside her ears, thumping... one sound after another.

"It should be fine..." Yan Yang stopped looking around, and shifted his gaze to Luo Ran's face: "I'm sorry, I was impulsive...it involved you."

Luo Ran panted and shook her head: "I'm too old to run anymore."

Seeing this, Yan Yang quickly patted his back with his hands, gently helping him to relax.

"Are they going to trouble those two old men again?" Luo Ran frowned worriedly.

"Don't worry, Uncle Li and Aunt Zhang are very smart. I ran so far just to lure those people away so that they can close the stall quickly."

Seeing Luo Ran's rapid breathing calmed down, Yan Yang took his hands and rubbed them again: "Are you cold? I'll take you home."

"Okay." Luo Ran nodded, and walked side by side with Yan Yang: "I really didn't expect that you would do it directly...Who are those people from?"

"If you can't see it, let's do it. Let's fight first and then talk. Don't care about him so much."

Yan Yang was grinning, as if he didn't think it took much courage to act bravely in this society. In his eyes, his behavior might be nothing more than normal.

"Those people, just take care of the hooligans in that area, and those who set up stalls in that night market have to pay them stall fees... Many people are afraid that they will cause trouble, so they swallow their anger and pay. I heard that they have established rules. Only Only those who pay the fee can set up a stall there..."

Speaking of this, Yan Yang laughed again: "It's obviously the government's land, why?! Let me tell you, they can only bully these uneducated ordinary people."

As he spoke, he spat again: "Shameless."

"Uncle Li and Mrs. Zhang are honest people... poor people, the two old people have a grandson, it seems that there is still a little intelligence, the child's parents have gone out to work, and there are only three people in the family..."

While walking, Yan Yang told Luo Ran the story of the old couple, his words conveyed the bitterness of ordinary people.

After Luo Ran listened quietly, she was inevitably a little sad.

"A few days ago, my secretary said that there were a few unused windows in the staff canteen of the Roche Group. Tell the two old people that although they have to pay some rent every month, it is better to be in the building than the night market. Blow the rain and make it stronger."

He opened his mouth slowly, his face remained the same as before, expressionless.

Yan Yang suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes sparkled with unspeakable emotion.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Luo Ran was a little uncomfortable.

Yan Yang stepped forward and hugged him, almost throwing Luo Ran to the ground so violently.

"Well... what are you doing?!" Luo Ran was only slightly surprised without the disgust and fear she felt when Fang Jiahong touched her.

Yan Yang let go of him, and excitedly held his shoulder: "Your heart is so hot and gentle, why do you always pretend to be unkind and cold?"

Luo Ran shook her head: "It's nothing, a person should not only look up at the sky, but also learn to look down at the dust... I'm just doing what I can."

As he spoke, he paused for a moment, with a slight smile between his brows and eyes: "Being with you allows me to understand many things that I didn't know before, and at the same time, it also brings me a different ordinary, simple, and happy."

Yan Yang stood there dully, staring closely at Luo Ran's short-lived smile, that smile was as gentle as a spring breeze, and seemed to break through the cold of autumn and winter, so many years later, Yan Yang could not forget that scene.

Under the deep and shallow street lamps, among the sparse crowds, Luo Ran's hair, which always smelled of light perfume, was a little disheveled in the cold wind, and those picturesque eyebrows and eyes were bent like a starry sky , time, space... everything around him stopped, and he heard Luo Ran say softly: "Yan Yang, I hope you can keep this sincerity forever."

The voice was actually very soft, as if it immediately drifted into the wind.

But it was very heavy, as if it had struck deeply in his heart.

For that smile, for him to show such a smile and this gentle tone again in the future, Yan Yang felt that he could even risk his life to protect Luo Ran's softness.

But what he doesn't know is that Luo Ran, who has been curling up and wrapping himself into a hard shell, may have experienced a cold winter, or maybe those frosts covered his shell...

But Yan Yang found this hard shell, and he pried it open to reveal the softness inside the shell again.

"Come on, I feel a little cold."

"Okay." Yan Yang hurriedly followed the other party's footsteps.