Human ladder

Wen Yan stayed at Luan Bing's place all night in the dark, just wanting to let Lu Congqi tell Lu Congqi his whereabouts through Luan Bing, so that he wouldn't worry blindly.

But he himself repeated what Lu Congqi said in the cemetery that day.

All of a sudden, I was angry and sad, with mixed feelings in my heart.

Wen Yan completely forgot about the school affairs at this moment, and did not answer anyone's phone calls for the past two days, completely immersed in his nightly singing and dancing.

For example, He Zhang, this is the number 15 call.

Seeing that he couldn't hide, Wen Yan could only press the answer button:

He Zhang said in a very bad tone: "Do you want to drop out of school? Why don't you come to the exam? Everyone is looking for you crazy, okay?!"

Wen Yan said directly without thinking: "A person who is at the bottom, what else is there to test?"

As soon as He Zhang heard that Yan didn't know what he was doing, he uttered obscenities, accompanied by ambiguous music.

He frowned subconsciously and asked, "Where are you?"

Wen Yan turned up the volume of the stereo again, but he didn't light a cigarette while he was dangling from his mouth. He just used the music from the stereo to cover up the most filthy adult scenes in the room, but what he said seemed extremely frivolous, and his face The ruffian's smiling expression learned to penetrate three points: "Whore, what else?"

He Zhang didn't know what happened to Wen Yan's sudden nerve, and his tone was not good: "Are you still going to school? If you want to drop out, what can you do?!"

Wen Seriously replied: "What's the matter? Are you short of someone at the bottom?"

"what?"

"I said," Wen Yan raised his neck, the dim red light shone down on his neck, his Adam's apple slid up and down a bit, and he actually had a different kind of sexiness, which attracted a lot of attention.

It can be seen that Wen Yan turned a blind eye to these staring eyes, his posture was lazy, and his eyes were cold: "Is there a lack of someone who is at the bottom of your life? Are you lacking a person who is particularly poor and has no future to comfort yourself?"

"Seeing that other people are living well, you want to destroy other people's families... and ask stupidly, what do you think of your father?"

Wen Yanxiao died, coughing for a while, his voice sounded hoarse and sad: "What answer do I expect? I ruined myself like this, is it really for the truth, for an answer?"

Now that I have the answer in my hand, what can I do?

I can't let them get what they deserve, I can't let them be severely punished, I love the son who killed my father's enemy.

I became the most hated person in the eyes of my dad, my mom, and everyone who loves me.

Wen Yan's nerves seemed abnormal, the more he thought about it, the more he laughed until the end, the louder and presumptuous his voice was.

He Zhang called this grandson out of good intentions, but he didn't listen to his incoherent sarcasm. He opened his mouth angrily and cursed: "Wen Yan, let me tell you the fuck, whether you love to come or not, you are at the bottom of our life ? You fucking bottom?!"

"I don't need you to be the bottom of my life, I don't care for you, Wen Yan!"

He was so angry that he didn't know what adjectives to use. After cursing his father and mother for a while, he couldn't speak any more and hung up the phone directly.

The atmosphere froze for a while, even if they didn't know what Wen Yan was doing there, they were very discerning when they saw that Wen Yan's face was not in a good mood, and coaxed them: "Hey, Brother Wen is in a bad mood today ?”

"Don't pay attention to those idiots, come and let me have a drink with you—"

Wen Yan dodged the man's embrace of his shoulders, threw the cigarette used as a show into the ashtray, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and looked at the big screen in a mess of lights. The mv.

Looking at Wen Yan in this way, he can only be regarded as a social youth with a small appearance, his bones have already unfolded, and his eyes are silent and cold.

However, he couldn't resist the unique charm of his age. He was good-looking, easy to see, and even a little clean.

Especially when he turned his face sideways, the light made his facial contours, and the complex feeling between maturity and youth came out all at once.

Someone boldly stepped forward and wanted to approach, but Wen Yan raised his hand to stop it.

He held up the lit phone and made a stop gesture to the people present, only then did the girl know that it wasn't for her... She didn't catch his eyes at all.

"It's Brother Ming."

As soon as everyone heard the name, they immediately pressed the mute button. They didn't even dare to move, and they all stood on the spot.

Wen Yan answered the phone, but before he could speak, he said in a hurry: "Wu Xiu is dead, his people suspect that we did it, you should hide for a few days."

This sentence undoubtedly caused a thunderstorm on the ground, and everyone who was blown up stood on end, and some people ran to the door on the spot.

Wen Yan was stunned, as if he didn't realize the connection between the two, he asked, "How did you die?"

"I don't know, I was stabbed more than 20 times, fuck."

Ming Xun seemed to think that this matter was a mess, and cursed angrily.

At this moment, the sound of chaotic footsteps sounded outside the door, Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, and he secretly yelled that it was not good.

But the environment they live in is airtight and narrow, with only one exit.

Some people couldn't sit still and immediately opened the door and wanted to go out, but the door was kicked open, and then dozens of people poured in from the outside, hacking with machetes without much nonsense.

Wen Yan was so tense at that time that he didn't even have time to see the blood in front of him. He had fighting experience, but this was the first time he encountered such a desperate fight. Fortunately, he was agile enough to dodge a few head-on attacks. In addition to being attacked on the back, he managed to squeeze through the crowd and ran out.

The place he was in was extremely hidden, when he escaped from the outside, he didn't meet many people in the middle of the night, so Wen Yan took out his mobile phone and prepared to call 110.

Unexpectedly, the people who were chasing after him followed closely behind. Wen Yan raised his legs and ran away. His back was injured, which would affect his actions even more painfully. Surrounded by residential areas, tall and short exclusive courtyards, long Narrow alleys.

Fortunately, he was familiar with the nearby terrain, Wen Yan quickly got into an alley like hiding from the other party.

As he walked all the way, the blood on his back dripped all the way, as if he was guiding someone invisibly.

Wen Yan leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

After a while, the voice of someone talking harshly came from not far away:

"Follow the blood, you won't be far away!"

"That guy named Wen Yan must have done it! Fuck | Fuck!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wen Yan raised his head and saw a wall that was two meters long, gritted his teeth, kicked his feet and turned over.

In the past, he climbed this kind of wall beautifully and neatly, but now it can be said that he used all his strength.

Wen Yan was weak all over, and fell to the ground along the wall, gulping down his breath, the sweat dripping down his forehead, the wound on his back was painful, he gritted his back molars, and couldn't help but slow down his breathing It's better to bear the pain.

He couldn't hear the footsteps for a while, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and listened carefully around with his ears up.

At this moment, the mobile phone that has been clutched in his hand suddenly rang, which is undoubtedly extremely dangerous and deadly in the middle of the night!

Wen Yan didn't have time to think about how he would make such a fatal mistake, so he quickly pressed the mute button in fright, and looked around with lingering fear.

Under the extreme fear, Wen Yan had nowhere to vent his fear, only relying on his disobedient hands to manipulate the phone over and over again.

The phone was connected.

"The door is locked, are you coming back?"

It is the road from the period.

Wen Yan was terrified and carefully held the phone to his ear, covering the receiver with both hands.

He gritted his teeth, not even daring to take a big breath.

But I have already given the answer in a bleak heart: I can't go back, school... I can't go back a long time ago.

Wen Yan felt that he should have laughed a little, and he whispered, "I won't be back, I'll stay up all night tonight."

Lu Congqi vaguely felt something was wrong, frowned and asked, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

Wen Yan could tell that Lu Congqi should have called him under the pressure of He Zhang, so his tone sounded plain and straightforward, with the coolness of lingering anger.

Wen Yan sniffled, lowered his voice, and said, "Lu Congqi, let's stop quarreling, okay?"

Without waiting for Lu Congqi to speak, he first asked himself: "You called me, did you miss me?"

The sound of cautious footsteps came from behind, and the tip of the knife touched the wall, and there was a sharp sound.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth with difficulty, his trembling legs spasmed continuously due to loss of strength.

There was silence on the other side of the phone for a long time, Wen Yan was extremely nervous, but at this moment, he was distracted and heard the person on the other side of the phone gasping nervously.

He heard Lu Congqi nervously say, "Well, I'm sorry...I miss you."

Lu Congqi should have thought about it for a long time before making this phone call. Look at the incoherent preface... I don't know which should come first, 'missing you' or apologizing.

Wen Yan was slumped on the ground as if he was still alive, his injured back was leaning against the rough brick wall.

Someone had already spotted him and was yelling for his companions.

The sound of the blade being unsheathed was very clear in the middle of the night.

He looked at the blade with a cold light, the blood on his forehead flowed down, and fell hot on his chest.

Wen Yan endured the pain and smiled: "I miss you too..."

He had already hung up the phone.

Phone off.

Behind him, the dogs in the courtyard kept barking.

He saw the small wooden door that had been concealed broken open, and they rushed in noisy and confident.

The blood blocked his vision, so that his eyes were only bright red.

He was going to die quietly in this unknown street.