attacking short legs

Song Mu came out of the bathroom, with half of his arms and legs exposed.

He walked up to Duan Yu who was sitting on the sofa, stretched his arms straight, and said two words: "It's short."

Duan Yu gave him a blank look: "What do you want to do with the clothes you took for nothing, just make do with them, and buy the ones that fit you when you make money."

"Oh." Song Mu pouted, sat on the sofa next to Duan Yu, looked at Shao Tingyou on TV and said, "He's quite photogenic."

On the TV, Shao Tingyou was wearing a neat police uniform, and he was being interviewed by reporters. Behind him, a group of people were led out by the police at the entrance of the nightclub, with handcuffs on their hands and mosaics on their faces. Song Mu and Duan Yu still saw two familiar figures.

"Sister Rong and Brother Yang." Duanyu smiled, "It's really unlucky."

"That's not true." Song Mu nodded in agreement, "But they should also earn a lot of money, and they can still enjoy the blessings after being locked up for a few years."

Duanyu turned his head to look at Song Mu, and suddenly found that he was holding a pack of his favorite barbecue-flavored potato chips in his hand.

Duan Yu hurried over, grabbed a handful of potato chips, stuffed them into his mouth, and said dissatisfiedly, "You are quick, this is the last pack."

Song Mu rubbed his belly aggrievedly, and said in a low voice, "Since I was discharged from the hospital today, I haven't eaten for a day..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Duanyu heard his stomach growl.

Duanyu sighed, put the potato chips on the coffee table, got up and said, "Don't be silly, let's go, I'll take you out for something to eat."

When Song Mu heard this, he immediately smiled, jumped up from the sofa, put on his pair of white canvas shoes that could no longer tell whether they were black or white, and opened the door.

"Wait for me to change my clothes." Duan Yu pointed to the nightgown on his body, and he looked at the clothes on Song Mu's body again. It was probably too thin in such a cold day outside.He had no choice but to go back to the room, took out a long down jacket from the closet and handed it to Song Mu.

Song Mu smiled and put the down jacket over the half-shortened sportswear, rolled up the collar and asked, "What shall we eat?"

"What do you want to eat?" Duanyu changed into a short casual cotton vest and jeans.

"I know there is a delicious barbecue stall under the overpass." Song Mu swallowed greedily.

"Then let's go eat barbecue." Duanyu is not very hungry, but if it is barbecue, he can still eat some.

The vest had a baseball collar, and his entire neck was exposed, and he felt a little cold. He was about to go back to his room and tie up his scarf, when he suddenly remembered that he had tied up the only scarf.

Duanyu smiled, thinking of Lian Que's shy look when he tied a scarf on him, the contrast with his tall stature was inexplicably cute.

"I don't know if he found a job." Duan Yu shrank his neck, closed the door, and left the community with Song Mu.

The overpass that Song Mu mentioned is located next to the river beach in the south of City M, not far from Duanyu's community, and it takes only ten minutes to walk there.

The location of the flyover is at a large crossroad, surrounded by the famous snack shopping street in M ​​City and old-fashioned residential buildings that have not had time to be remodeled and demolished.

There is a large open space and a flower bed square under the bridge, as well as an activity center for the elderly.It's very lively when it's time to get off work. There are people dancing, singing, and playing mahjong. All kinds of snacks and suppers are also arranged in a long queue.

Of course, as long as there is an overpass, there will be homeless people. Under the bridge, there is a row of bridge holes that can shelter from the wind at the farthest position from the activity center. Many homeless homeless people will live in the bridge holes at night. BBQ stalls It's about ten meters away from the bridge hole.

Duan Yu followed Song Mu to the barbecue stand. It was past 9 o'clock in the evening, not too late, and many night owls hadn't come out yet, but there were already many people sitting under the temporary tent table in front of the barbecue stand. Word of mouth is really good.

"Go and order whatever you want to eat." Looking at the still-dried oil and water on the ground and the smoke-smoking rectangular oven in front of the stall owner, Duan Yu covered his nose in disgust and stood far away.

Song Mu nodded, excitedly jumping up and down to the oven like a child, watching the sizzling meat skewers and sparks splashing from the meat skewers into the oven Oil, he anxiously reported a long list of menus: "20 skewers of mutton skewers, ten skewers of pork kidneys, ten skewers of sheep eggs, one serving of potatoes, one serving of peppers, one serving of dried seeds, two servings of leeks, and one serving of lamb skewers. Row."

Duanyu could hear Song Mu's loud voice from a distance, and when he heard the things he ordered, he felt a smell of mutton had penetrated into his nostrils: "Why do you order so many kidneys and sheep eggs!? "

"Replenishing the kidney!" Song Mu said solemnly, "Men should eat more of these! You should eat more! Your face is too pale! You have no blood!"

Duanyu was speechless, seeing the lady proprietress helping Song Mu place an order, she couldn't help but sniggered, in order to prevent Song Mu from saying something that made people vomit blood, he had to keep his back behind his back.

"Miss Boss, have you written everything down?" Song Mu asked Mistress Boss.

"I've made a note, do you want beer?" the proprietress asked.

"Tyson Rabbit, do you want beer!?" Song Mu yelled at Duan Yu's back.

As soon as Duanyu heard the word "Tyson Rabbit", Duan Yu's body jerked violently, goosebumps popped out, he glared at Song Mu and shouted: "Don't drink! Don't call me that name!"

"What do you call that?" Song Mu looked indifferent.

The eyes of all the people present were attracted by the funny conversation between him and Duanyu. Duanyu rushed to Song Mu in embarrassment, pulled him aside, and whispered through gritted teeth: "My name is Duanyu! If you want me to say How many times do you remember?"

"I'll definitely remember this time." Song Mu looked at him seriously, "Let's find a table to sit at first?"

"Eat here?" Duan Yu glanced back and shook his head: "It's better to pack it and take it home to eat. It's cold and dirty here. I just washed it..."

"You just took a shower, so your body is very clean." Song Mu snatched his words away, smiled and asked, "You love cleanliness so much, you can't enjoy many things."

"For example?" Duan Yu was disdainful.

"For example, the fireworks in the metropolis." Song Mu raised his chin towards the person sitting behind him who was eating with gusto, "Look at how happy they are eating, here they can listen to songs, dance, and How cool is the free river view!"

Duan Yu sneered: "If you want to eat here, I don't mind, but you pay for it yourself, I won't accompany you."

His words hit Song Mu's weakness, he is now a penniless pauper.

Song Mu sighed: "Okay, take it home and eat..."

Duanyu snorted coldly, found a sheltered tree by himself, glanced at the homeless man who was laying the floor in the bridge hole behind the tree, sighed sympathetically, and looked towards the opposite side with his arms folded, illuminated by the neon lights The colorful and rippling river surface.

While waiting for the meal, Song Mu felt bored, so he wandered around under the bridge.

Ten minutes later, the barbecue they ordered was ready, and the proprietress was looking for Song Mu with the packed things in her hand.

Seeing Duan Yu, he also began to look around. Just now he saw Song Mu swaying in front of his eyes, why he couldn't find anyone so quickly?

"Give it to me first, how much is the total?" Duanyu had no choice but to walk to the smoky oven by himself, his eyes were so smoked that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"A total of 176." The proprietress took out the menu and calculated, "Let's give it 170."

"Here, you count." Duan Yu took out the money and handed it to the proprietress, at this time Song Mu ran over in a panic.

Duanyu looked at him sternly and asked, "Where did you go just now?"

Song Mu smiled, and said mysteriously, "I saw something interesting."

"What's the matter?" Duanyu was curious.

"Come with me." Song Mu grabbed Duan Yu's arm and dragged him to the bridge.

As soon as he approached the bridge hole, Duanyu smelled a very unpleasant smell, a bit like the smell of rotten garbage in a trash can.

Duan Yu wrinkled his nose and stopped at the same spot: "What's so interesting here? Isn't it just a group of homeless people?"

"Ordinary homeless men are not good-looking." Song Mu smiled, "But have you ever seen a homeless man in a suit?"

"A homeless man in a suit?" Duan Yu felt strange, so he followed Song Mu and walked over.

"That's the man." Song Mu sneakily hid behind a bridge pillar next to the bridge opening, pointed at the man with his back facing them who was making bedding in the bridge opening, and whispered in Duanyu's ear.

Duan Yu took a closer look, and sure enough, as Song Mu said, this man was wearing a suit and leather shoes on his feet, but the hem of the suit was already wrinkled, and it seemed that it hadn't been ironed for a long time.

After careful observation, Duan Yu also found that the man's figure was very good, with long hands, long feet, and broad shoulders. After finishing the bedding, he stood up, turned around, and took out the bag from the bag at his feet. A small throw pillow.

Although the homeless man kept his head down, Duanyu could clearly see the scarf tied around his neck, which was exactly the same as the one he gave to Lian Que before, and the way to tie the scarf was the same.

"Could it be that he..." Duanyu's heart skipped a beat, he stuffed the barbecue in his hand to Song Mu, and walked towards the tramp opposite with heavy steps.

"Lian Que?" Duan Yu walked up to the homeless man and asked softly.

Hearing his name, Lian Que trembled slightly, raised his head nervously, the wound on his lower back was still painful: "Duanyu..."

"It's really you..." Duan Yu frowned, took his hand and asked, "Don't you live at a friend's house? Why are you in this kind of place now..."

Juanyu couldn't say the following words, because he found that the hand he was holding was shaking slightly, and he didn't know whether it was because of embarrassment or the cold winter night.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you..." After Lian Que apologized, his body relaxed as if he was relieved, he smiled, "It's really uncomfortable to tell a lie, and it's much more comfortable to say it.

"So, you were really kicked out by the company?" Duan Yu was a little annoyed, he didn't understand why Lian Que could lie to him about such a thing, was it because of worthless self-esteem?

No, Lian Que is a simple man with no scum, he will not have such a trick.

"Yeah." Lian Que nodded, with a smile on his face all the time, he looked down at himself, saw Duan Yu's neck exposed, took off the scarf around his neck, and tied it on Duan Yu's neck up.

Duan Yu smelled that the scarf had been stained with the smell of this homeless people's gathering place, but he did not interrupt Lian Que, but let him tie the scarf for himself, and then asked coldly: "Why didn't you tell me truth."

Lian Que murmured, sighed deeply before speaking: "I'm afraid you will blame yourself..."

Duan Yu was stunned, and Song Mu saw that the atmosphere between him and Lian Que was a bit strange, so he walked up to him and patted him: "Tyson Rabbit?"

"Tyson Rabbit?" Lian Que looked at Duanyu strangely.

Duan Yu jumped up and knocked Song Mu hard on the head, and said angrily, "What did you call me just now!?"

"My name is wrong...your name is Duanyu...Duanyu..." Song Mu covered his forehead, drooping his head, and said pitifully.

Duan Yu exhaled heavily from his nose, and pulled Lian Que forward: "Follow me."

"Where are you going?" Lian Que looked back at the bridge hole worriedly, all his wealth was still there.

"Go to my house." Duanyu said firmly, "From now on, you will live with me."

Upon hearing this, Song Mu hurriedly followed Duan Yu and asked, "How many rooms do you have there?"

"Two rooms." Duan Yu glanced at him, "What's wrong?"

"Two rooms..." Song Mu looked at himself, then at Duan Yu and Lian Que, and counted with his fingers. He felt that no matter how he calculated, he couldn't get the result he wanted, so he tentatively said: " You let this tramp live with you, so where do I live?"

"The sofa in the living room." Duan Yu paused, looked at Lian Que, and said to Song Mu: "Don't call him a tramp, he has a name, Lian Que, and he will mix with me in the future."