Jiangxin Poplar

At the entrance of the hospital, after wandering around for a few laps, Jiang Cheng sat down on the steps outside a dress shop. He answered the phone and came here to pick up his good brother Tang Yuan and his sick mother, but just now Tang Yuan called again and said he was waiting for some tests Report, let him wait a little longer at the door.

He was sitting on the steps playing with his mobile phone boredly. He was about to run out of battery and no one came out. In case he could not receive a call for a while, he could only throw the mobile phone back into his pocket, and then looked at the busy traffic on the street with a blank face. Come and go.

He doesn't like to come to the hospital, and no one likes the hospital, but there is no way he needs to come here every month.

Someone from the dress shop came out from the gate. It looked like a couple happily walked past him. He glanced at the woman's bright smile, and turned his head to look at the two sets of pink dresses displayed in the glass window.

Turning around, he saw a pair of straight long legs in a blink of an eye, separated from him by a layer of glass.

It was a pair of man's legs. The man was wearing a pair of high-end but unidentifiable white casual shoes. He was wearing trousers and a shirt. His upper body was almost hidden behind the poster. On his wrist, he wore a string of beads made of agarwood wood, and his slender fingers tapped the glass counter lightly.

His posture should be one hand resting on the glass counter, standing slightly leaning against the counter.

Jiang Cheng stared at the pair of long legs, and his eyes moved up to the perfect hip line and the narrow waist that was only half exposed, and then there was an eye-catching poster. This poster is really an eyesore. Take a look at what kind of face matches such a figure.

Just when the idea of ​​going into the store to take a look was in his mind, he was slapped hard behind him. He turned around and realized that it was Tang Yuan who had come out of the hospital.

"I've called you twice, why are you so engrossed in watching?" Tang Yuan asked and followed his gaze to the window, and the only thing he saw was the poster.

Alas, those long legs disappeared just between these two sentences, and Jiang Cheng couldn't help sighing in his heart.

A few days later, Jiangcheng's 17th birthday was ushered in. Early in the morning, Jiang's mother, Yanying, ordered a bowl of longevity noodles and fried two eggs to celebrate his birthday. Jiang Qingli, the father of All Night Pai, came back, bringing in a smell of tobacco and alcohol. He lay down on the sofa and ordered Yan Ying to make tea. He glanced at Jiang Cheng's Changshou Noodles, and said arrogantly: "I'm hungry for a long time. It's over, bring me some noodles."

Yan Ying became angry as soon as she heard this, and immediately went into a rage: "Where do you think this is? What kind of uncle do you think you are? Just enter the door and wait for someone to serve you, get out!"

Jiang Qingli lost all his money and Zhengchou was so angry that he couldn't let it go, and Yan Yingbiao's words immediately became the climax of the quarrel.

When Tang Yuan called, Jiang Cheng had already run 5000 meters, but the depression in his heart still couldn't be expressed, and he was holding it in his chest, wanting to make something wrong with him.

He almost shouted at the person on the other end of the phone: "What are you doing?"

Tang Yuan took the phone a little farther away: "Why, are you so angry this morning?"

Jiang Cheng said in a bad mood: "I have something to talk about, I'm annoying."

"Come here, it's at Sishu's breakfast shop, Ah Hai and Da Pan are here, hurry up."

Jiang Cheng wiped the sweat off his forehead, threw his coat over his shoulders, and rode his motorcycle to the breakfast shop. When he arrived, he saw Tang Yuan and the others sitting at an open-air table outside the shop. Zhuo Hai, with long yellow hair, is conspicuous and attractive; Pan Jun, with short red hair, is in stark contrast to Zhuo Hai's long yellow hair.The three of them were all sitting in a troublesome posture, with their legs crossed or their teeth picked, but their six eyes were all on one spot.

Jiang Cheng glanced at where they were looking, and immediately understood why they asked him to come here.

As he approached, the sharp-eyed Tang Yuan saw that his hands were wrapped in cloth, and asked, "Who did you fight with early in the morning?"

"Who else?" Jiang Cheng kicked away Zhuo Hai's foot on the stool, sat down and took a swig of someone's soy milk on the table, "I can't stay here anymore, last time Whoever proposed to go to the south, I will consider going together."

"Hey don't~" Huang Mao Zhuohai waved his hand, "Don't talk about that first, what, isn't it your birthday today? I just ran into that bastard for my brothers, go vent it, and treat it as if my brothers prepared it for you birthday present."

"You can really save trouble," Jiang Cheng looked at the sky speechlessly, "Is this considered a birthday present?"

Red-haired Pan Jun smiled and said, "You can vent your anger first, let's go to barbecue and drink together after we're done."

The person sitting in the small shop opposite is called Da Kui, so what's the deal with Jiang Cheng?Speaking of it, it was Dakui who asked for it. About half a month ago, in an Internet cafe, this Dakui became a villain and stole his wallet while the gang in Jiangcheng were obsessed with games. They only found out that the wallet was gone when they checked out. Yes, I am familiar with the network administrator, and adjusted the monitoring to see that it was Dakui's grandson who did it.

Da Kui stole his wallet as if the world had evaporated. Jiang Cheng searched for him for several days but failed to find anyone. He searched his house upside down and did not find his wallet. It is expected that the money would have been spent by this grandson long ago, but apart from the money, There are ID cards and student ID cards in it, so he is bound to kill the grandson.

This will happen, unless Dakui grows wings, he can't fly out of this land.

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyelids, and wrapped the cloth strip tightly around his hand. The palm of his hand was a half-palm-long bloodstain drawn by the fragments of the porcelain bowl when he was arguing with the old man Jiang Qingli at home. With neither red eyes nor wrinkle, he stood up with an unusually calm expression and walked towards Dakui.

It was too late for Dakui to react, Jiang Cheng punched him hard on the brow bone with one fist, immediately knocked him to the ground, and knocked down the chair and the half-eaten noodles on the table.

The owner of the small shop continued to scoop up noodles for other customers very calmly, and said lightly to Jiangcheng: "Take it easy, if something is broken, you will be compensated according to the price."

Da Kui's eyes were full of gold stars, and when he finally slowed down and saw the person in front of him, he trembled, and he already understood that he was here to collect debts.

Jiang Cheng was too lazy to talk nonsense, and said bluntly, "Hand it over."

Da Kui pretended to be innocent and pitiful: "What do you pay?"

The anger Jiang Cheng had accumulated since early in the morning erupted instantly after hearing these words. He stretched out his iron-like palms to grab Dakui's hair, and lifted him against the wall, punching and kicking him involuntarily. The kick on the stomach returned all the noodles he had just eaten to Mother Earth, plus a strong smell of blood.

Huang Mao Zhuohai took a sip of soy milk and sighed: "Jiang Cheng and his father are really aggressive."

Pan Jun bit his toothpick: "Fuck, I think this grandson will be disabled today."

In just 2 minutes, Dakui was beaten to half his life. He lay on the ground and couldn't breathe. Jiang Cheng pulled up a stool and sat in front of him. Is there something?"

"Thinking... remembering... remembering..." Da Kui looked up with difficulty, "I'm sorry..."

"Take it out, now!" Jiang Cheng's stern voice made Da Kui tremble again. He carefully removed his neck from Jiang Cheng's feet, sat up after a long time of effort, took out his wallet from his body, and handed it to Jiang Cheng with trembling hands.

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng saw his wallet and said angrily, "How dare you pretend to be confused when you carry it on your body!" He snatched it away, opened it, and found that his ID card and student card were still there, but there were no hundreds of dollars in cash. gone.

"The money... the money... was spent by me, but don't worry," Da Kui swore, pointing to the sky with three fingers, "I will pay you back, and I will pay you back every penny."

"I'll give you one day." Jiang Cheng stood up, grabbed his hair again and yanked back violently, until Dakui burst into tears, "You should know the consequences if you don't pay back the time."

"Know...know."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng threw him aside like throwing trash, took out a piece of cash from his pocket, threw it on the table, turned his head and left.

The owner of the small shop took the money for the plate and turned around and served a bowl of freshly cooked beef noodles to the waiting guests.

After returning, Tang Yuan pushed a bowl of Changshou noodles on the table in front of him: "Come on, I'm out of breath, I'll eat the noodles first, I ordered it for you, I asked my fourth uncle to add two eggs. "

"Don't eat." Jiang Cheng took the coat off the stool, "I'll be alone, and I'll see you at night."

Pan Jun spat out the toothpick: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know." Before he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng had already walked a few steps, and quickly disappeared around the corner.

"Well, it's still like this!" Zhuo Hai stood up, "I told you he can't eat when he's angry, so I told you not to order it. It's really troublesome." He went into the store and took A box, "Uncle Si, I'll pack the noodles and put the money here for you."

Jiang Cheng left his friend and didn't know where he was going. He felt very boring. After wandering for a long time, he came to a river. He sat down between two boulders, untied the cloth strips on his hands, washed his bloody hands, They have their own and Da Kui's.

Looking down at the few traces of red melting into the water and disappearing quickly, I suddenly felt that I was like this dirty blood, and I thought it was dirty.

What do you want in life?Why live?What is the meaning of life...

He stared at the vortex in the river, but his young heart was devastated by his family.

With water rippling in front of his eyes and gurgling water flowing in his ears, he sat in the same posture for a long time, until his waist became sore and his legs became weak, before he changed to the posture of half lying on the stone behind him. He unintentionally glanced forward and saw a figure.

The figure just happened to be in the position against the light, and it was hazy at first glance, but for some reason, he didn't look away after taking such a look.

From his angle, he could only see the person's profile. He was also sitting on a rock, looking forward, as if he was thinking about something, or Jiang Cheng was in a bad mood and was meditating alone.