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Accompanied by the slight swaying of a boat along the way, Zhao Wenle unconsciously fell asleep in the man's arms, without a dream all night.

When he woke up, he was already on his own bed, and the sky was bright outside the window.

Stretching halfway, he hurriedly began to put on his clothes, with a slightly complaining tone, "Grandma, why didn't you call me when you woke up? You're late!"

The old man who was half lying on the bed raised his eyelids and complained more than him, "Grandma can't take care of your affairs, the legs are on your body, and I, an old woman, can hold back from going up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire?"

As soon as the hand putting on the clothes stopped, the movement slowed down.What's wrong, the surname is Song, and there is nothing wrong with him, and he is talking nonsense with the old man, which makes people worry.

She raised her smiling face and said in a pleasant tone, "I can't control it anymore, grandma is Lele's dearest person! Grandma doesn't care for Lele, and if grandma doesn't let me, Lele won't do it. Where can Lele be without grandma... ..."

"Okay, okay~" The old man suppressed his smile, "Okay, your Brother Song said that something will happen outside these few days, I asked him to help you resign from your job to the boss, these few days you can stay at home and be with grandma talk~"

"...", co-authors are waiting here.

Pulling his hair, he nodded helplessly, "Oh, I'm going to find something to eat."

He pushed open the door and walked towards the kitchen. Before he could get close, he heard the bang bang bang inside, not knowing what he was doing.

Zhao Wenle pulled his cotton shoes and walked over, thinking that Brother Song climbed over the wall every day, so it would be better to open up the two yards.The footsteps paused, wouldn't they become a family?Zhao Wenle's face was a little hot.

The kitchen curtain was lifted, and the delicate woman took out a basin of water and poured it on the floor. The water was red and had a fishy smell.

Yingchun raised her hand and brushed the hair that covered her eyes behind her ears, and looked gently at the boy whose face was pale and stiff, "Lele wakes up, A Li said that you were frightened last night, and my sister will give you something to eat at noon sweet and sour fish~”

Ah, Li?

Caught off guard, jealousy burned on the tip of his eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" The boy's tone was cold.

Yingchun, who was turning back to the kitchen, looked back, not quite understanding, "What?"

The boy frowned, innocently curious, "It's nothing. Did Miss Yingchun sleep with Brother Song last night?"

The sudden deep meaning and boldness made the woman startled, and then she reprimanded in shame and indignation, "What are you talking about!" With a blushing face, she pulled the door curtain forcefully.

That is no.

The young man lowered his head and rubbed the toes of his shoes on the ground. After his attention shifted, he calmed down, smiled and opened the curtain.

In the kitchen, there is a big pot stacked on the stove, and the white mist squeezes out from the small corner of the pot cover where the moon is missing. The meat is fragrant and the wild vegetables are fragrant, which makes people appetite.Yingchun was carefully scraping the scales of the fish. The grass carp lay unconscious on the chopping board with white eyes, letting the scales fall off layer by layer. Soon it would be gutted, boned and fleshed. It could not resist being swallowed in its whole life. in human desires.

Not like a dead fish.

This idea suddenly appeared, but it quickly took root.

He found the hot steamed buns in a bowl by the stove, broke them apart, grabbed half of them and ate them, chatting with Yingchun for a while.

From weather changes to what to buy during the Chinese New Year, from talking about small things on the street to campus fun... Yingchun persuaded him to study hard to become a talent, and in the future he will enter a big company and attract others. On the contrary, he feels that talents are cattle and sheep, and only when he has the real power of food and grass can he become a talent. Determines the direction of fate, Yingchun said that everyone has their own responsibilities and hardships, nothing can compare to a wife and children who are hot on the bed, An Anshun has lived his life smoothly, and the young man took advantage of the situation and asked, "Sister, have you found someone to entrust your life to?"

Yingchun scolded, "Of course, otherwise why would I hide here?"

The boy giggled, "But I heard that many couples broke up. Sister, would you break up for any reason?"

Yingchun frowned and fell into deep thought, "If...the gap is too big, I don't think he is worthy of him, so I should leave."

Then you still don't leave.

"However, as long as he doesn't mind, I won't mind either!" Yingchun had a sweet smile on his lips.

Zhao Wenle didn't rise up in one breath, almost suffocating himself, his face pale.

Afterwards, no one spoke, Yingchun neatly cut ginger and garlic, immersed in fantasies and memories, brimming with happiness, the young man standing not far behind her had changing eyes, expressionless.

The fish was cooking, and the sun soon climbed to noon, and Zhao Wenle realized that he had slept for a long time, and there was a Qingyue male voice calling grandma in the yard, it was Song Li who had returned.

Yingchun happily put down the knife and wanted to go out to say hello, but behind her, the boyish wind jumped over her and ran into the man's arms, "Brother Song! Why did you go?"

"What's the matter, are you concerned about me?" Song Li pinched the child's cheek, feeling that the child was extremely dependent on him today, and he had cast the concentration spell last night, so the child should no longer be afraid.

"I'm asking this for Sister Yingchun, she's bored when she's alone~"

Yingchun was puzzled for a second, and smiled politely at Song Li's smile, feeling nothing wrong.

"Alone, aren't you a human?" Song Li stroked the child's head in a funny way, and pushed it away, "I can already smell the fragrance, did Yingchun make sweet and sour fish?"

The woman nodded and looked back gently, "It's time to eat."

Song Li went to the kitchen to help serve the dishes.

The boy looked away.

The food was served on the dining table, and the four of them sat around. Zhao Wenle took his chopsticks and poked in the bowl silently. The few people had a pleasant conversation. Usually, it was him who nagged and enlivened the atmosphere. Now that he is not needed, it is also very lively.

After the meal, the young man took the initiative to wash the dishes and made room for the two of them to talk. Yingchun gave him a grateful glance, and dragged Song Li to a corner of the yard, muttering quietly.

After washing the dishes, Zhao Wenle moved a small bench and sat by the door to watch from a distance. The sun beat down mercilessly, making people's eyes hurt.

It didn't take long for Song Li to leave again. He seemed to be very busy these days.

Before leaving, she smiled at Zhao Wenle, she was very pretty.Turning around, she smiled at Yingchun, and reassured her not to worry.

Zhao Wenle chased to the door, looked at the back of the man walking away, turned around and ran into the depths of the alley.

There are many residents in this street, but not many stay at home.The elderly are begging to pick up rags, the young are working their way around the world, and the children can perform on the street and pretend to be pitiful.Those who stayed were disabled or weak, or dragging their families along, struggling to make ends meet.

I met no one along the way, turned a few turns, and ran to the end of the alleyway, where a pitch-black iron gate stood coldly.

The gate in front of the courtyard is not wide, but high walls stand on both sides, and the top of the wall is filled with shimmering pieces of broken glass. A small light-colored European-style three-story western-style building in the courtyard is particularly eye-catching.

This is Brother Hu's yard. Some people say that it was originally connected to the suburbs and could lead to highway intersections in other cities. After Brother Hu came here, he built a house here and blocked the road leading to the suburbs.

Zhao Wenle settled down, summoned up his courage, and slammed on the door.

It took a while for someone to respond loudly, the door creaked and opened slowly, like an old man with stiff legs and feet struggling to walk involuntarily, a woman in her thirties stood at the door and looked at him, with a strange disdain in her eyes, and a strange tone in her speech , "Tch, it's another one. The boss is busy now. If you want to see him, go to the living room and line up."

It was the first time I came here, Zhao Wenle was not good at guessing randomly, even if I felt that there was a misunderstanding, I will solve it when I see Brother Hu.

Thanked the woman docilely, followed to the living room, the woman looked better, poured tea for him, told him not to walk around indiscriminately, and went upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room was another boy with big eyes and a small face, pale and thin. He only wore a shirt, sweater and jeans and canvas shoes in winter. He had a strong bookish look.

Zhao Wenle was in awe.

Sitting on a soft sofa, warming your hands with a cup of tea, you just think about your own business, and have no interest in other people's world.

The young man seemed very interested in him, and asked him in a curious and familiar tone, "Hey, how long have you been with Brother Hu?"

Brother Hu accepts a child?Don't be funny.

Zhao Wenle didn't even want to give him a look.

The boy asked a few more questions, but Zhao Wenle remained silent.

Silence does not necessarily mean staying out of the situation, but more will be regarded as weakness.The young man was annoyed, he tore off his disguise, and said sharply, "Speak up! How can a bastard pretend to be noble! Are you dumb? You won't be stabbed to death, right?"

Grass!

What a cheap mouth.

Without warning, Zhao Wenle suddenly rushed towards the young man, crushed him down on the sofa, raised his hand and swung his bow left and right, and the crisp crackling sound resounded throughout the room.

Suddenly screams came from upstairs, Zhao Wenle looked up, Brother Hu was walking down the stairs, with a handsome boy of sixteen or seventeen leaning on his arm, the boy's legs were weak and he seemed to be shivering from fright, and he went straight to Brother Hu's arms Depend on.

Staring at Brother Hu carefully, the man's expression was neither salty nor dull, and there was even a smile in his eyes.

not worried.

Bringing up the tearful young man on the sofa, he said earnestly, "Dude, a gentleman doesn't move his hands and mouths, remember to wipe his mouth clean after going to the toilet." Self-consciously, he said, "OK"

The buddy was terrified and the chicken pecked at the rice.

"Haha!" The host who watched the scene was in a good mood, "You all go back. Why is Lele here?"

The pretty boy gave him a surprised look, and kindly pulled the pig-headed boy to leave together.

The house is very big, and it becomes empty when there are few people, but Zhao Wenle feels crowded and suffocating.There were balls of fire in the eyes of the man on the other side, and they burned over without any concealment, making him feel as if he was sitting on pins and needles.

Thinking of his purpose, Zhao Wenle no longer hesitated, with the determination to risk everything, "Brother Hu, I want Wang Yingchun to disappear."

A moment of silence.

The tall and tough man sat leaning over on the sofa, with his legs spread apart and his hands clasped in front of his knees, his expression condensed, "Do you know what you're talking about?"

The boy struggled, and nodded affirmatively after a few seconds, "Take her away, smuggle her into the country, whatever, don't give her a chance to come back."

The man let out a sigh of relief, thinking...

Slowing down, he asked, "How did she offend you?"

The boy faltered and blushed, "She... nothing wrong... Anyway, I don't want to see her..."

this reaction?The man raised his eyebrows and tapped his knuckles on the table.

The higher ups are looking for Wang Yingchun in a world-shaking manner, and they don't want to just send him to the door. The young man is really his lucky star.The man looked puzzled, "Yes, yes..."

The young man was overjoyed and said solemnly, "Say it."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him meaningfully, "Anything is fine?"

The boy frowned, hesitating.

"It doesn't hurt God."

"it is good."

The man said happily, "It's a deal."

Behind him, the iron gate gradually closed, and the gears rubbed against each other, making an old and long sound.

The young man let go of the complexities in his heart, and put on a cold expression.

Sister Yingchun, sorry, there is only one Song Li.

Zhao Wenle owes you.