Oh, how do you hit someone?

Qin Shang grabbed Pei Jiding's hand and dragged him into the room, pushing him on the chair.

"Turn around and let me look at your back."

"Oh." Pei Jiding carried his back and pulled up his clothes.

Pei Jiding's skin was fair, with a red mark running fiercely from his right shoulder to his lower left back, which was still purple.Thank goodness I didn't hit it on the head, otherwise I would have entered the ICU.

The air pressure in the back was very low, and there was silence. Pei Jiding didn't have this awareness, and while lifting his clothes, he asked Qin Shang for credit.

"Thanks to me today, I gave you a chance to react and get a weapon. Otherwise, wouldn't that group of people rush up to help you? Where are you going to find iron stamps?"

"You're pretty proud."

There was only one small horse in the store, and Pei Jiding sat on it with his legs bent, his waist hunched, his hair twirling towards Qin Shang, and a bloodshot mark on his back was very abrupt on the clean skin.

Listening to his smug tone, Qin Shang could imagine Pei Jiding's indifferent face from behind.

The second youngest of the Pei family doesn't seem to be precious at all, he doesn't know how to cry or shout, and he endures the pain.

Fighting, being wronged, losing a job, never once had red eyes or a bitter face, that face was always full of unyielding vigor, concealed by the decadence of disappointment, fused into a very special temperament.

Qin Shang didn't know how to describe it.

A person is always complicated. Pei Jiding is like a kaleidoscope, with his eyes resting on the mouth of the mirror. Every time he turns, there are new patterns, soft or sharp, simple or complex, each one is unique, but at the same time it belongs to an object.

His sharp cones are all facing the outside, and when they are turned over, flowering vines are wrapped around the ironware that is full of cold light.

Qin Shang remembered the day when Pei Jiding wiped his nose and said to him "I have no malicious intentions" with a twinkle in his eyes.

The man full of thorns made him see the flowers coiled on the thorns for the first time, with strangeness, temptation, and rare sincerity.

Qin Shang is not a sensitive person, but he also feels that he seems to have obtained something extremely precious. If he does not hold it, it will fall to the ground and fall apart. From then on, only the simple and beautiful kaleidoscope remains Gray and black.

In the chest of drawers, there is also the medicated oil that Uncle Li used to massage his waist, and the traditional Chinese medicine powder that Su Chuntao sent over in an unknown year. Anyway, they are all for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, so Qin Shang took them all in one go.

The old and long bruise on Pei Jiding's back looked really hateful, he wished he could press his hand on it, and there would be no trace of trace on his back, and it would be as clean as ever.

Pei Jiding had experienced Qin Shang's massage techniques, and he didn't feel wronged by the pain at all. On the contrary, he was a little bit looking forward to it, and a little bit complacent.

"Isn't it a good deal to find me? I'm not a long-term worker, but I'll be your helper." He propped his elbows on his knees, twisted his neck and looked up at Qin Shang, "Boss, is this considered a work-related injury?"

"Forget it," Qin Shang patted him on the back, mixed with medicinal oil, his voice was loud and sticky, "Next time, I will rush up, and I will directly give you a consciousness and find a place with good mountains and rivers , I will take Tang He to see you when it is clear."

"Hiss, what are you talking about! I'm here to help you, so just curse me to death!"

Qin Shang put the medicated oil bottle on the table, and poked Pei Jiding's exposed spine: "Just what you did, you haven't fought to death."

The bottom of the medicine oil bottle hit the glass countertop, making a crisp sound.

"The first point of fighting is to protect your head, spine, and abdomen. With your desperate aura and the three-legged cat's kung fu, isn't it killing people? As for today's stick, if it is taller, you are red. It’s not memorizing, I’ll take care of your head, the melon seeds are red and white, rushing out.”

"Who are you scaring?"

"Whoever fools whoever is foolish."

The water in the back kitchen boiled, and the lid of the old-fashioned iron pot was rattling. Qin Shang turned in to boil the medicine, leaving behind Pei Jiding who was still holding up his clothes.

What do you mean?

No matter how dull Pei Ershao was, he still felt something was wrong.

This is different from the usual bickering and insulting people. Qin Shang's language is full of guns and sticks, and every sentence is aimed at his back. Dissatisfaction and anger are overflowing from the top of his head.

Pei Jiding has seen an angry person, who turned from shame to anger, and was furious, but he has never seen Qin Shang like this, like a saw-mouthed gourd who keeps bitterness and anger in his heart, like a dumb firecracker.

The anger seemed to be aimed at him, but it was awkward and impure.

In normal times, Pei Jiding has already hurt people to the limit if he was inexplicably kind enough to be the liver and lungs of a donkey.

But the doubts occupied the peak, and his mind was spinning like a spinning top. It was not until Qin Shang came out with the medicine, and the white porcelain bowl was placed in front of him, and the steaming medicine soup was steamed, that Pei Jiding's missing tendon was considered to be back a little.

"Hey," he yelled, looking up, feeling apprehensive and a little smug, "Are you consoling and caring leader?"

A spoon smashed into the porcelain bowl, splashing a few drops of medicinal soup.

"Drink, go to bed after drinking."

Qin Shang's temper came and went quickly, as if he was impulsive, something accidentally hit him into his heart, and soon dispersed.

"In the future, fight less and move forward. There is no such thing as a diamond to do porcelain work." Qin Shang moved a horse and sat down with Pei Jiding, "It's fine to fight to the death, but you are better, go to die."

The tone was too mild, and Pei Jiding was a little overwhelmed for a while, so he shut up and drank the medicine without saying a word.

Qin Shang stared at him after drinking the medicine, just like staring at a seven-year-old boy who thinks the medicine is too bitter, he never left.

Stools, charcoal, barbecue sauce and ingredients rolled all over the ground in the courtyard. The sky was dimly lit, and the lights in the courtyard were no longer warm and smoky in the dark night, but instead served as a foil for the bleak scene.

Pei Jiding was about to get up to pack his things, but was stared at by Qin Shang with his arms in his arms, making him feel guilty for no reason.

Little Mazha pricked his body while sitting, this scene was a bit weird and ambiguous, Pei Jiding felt hairy and itchy.

He coughed, "I'll help clean up."

"Go back to the house and lie down." Qin Shang looked at him, "Your brother, I'm not a child laborer. I won't support you if you come back with a broken spine."

"Who is child labor?"

Pei Jiding replied, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He put away the Maza and wandered into the warehouse.His back is indifferent and calm, but inside his heart is like a few butterflies that have just broken out of their cocoons.

He felt Qin Shang's concern. He had felt this kind of concern in his brother Pei Jibei and Xiang Bai, but it was different.

When he was in junior high school and high school, Pei Jiding often fought for many reasons.But the tipping point is one.

Those who satirize his illegitimate child, those who have no father or mother, will all fight.

Pei Jibei is a good brother, much older than him, so naturally he won't be hurt by Pei Jiding's thorns, but he can't open Pei Jiding's heart even if the hedgehog curls himself up.

The first time I saw Pei Jiding coming back with an injury, it was Pei Jibei who found medicine for him and told him how to use it, but asked him why he fought and advised him not to fight, Pei Jibei didn't say a word.

It's not that he doesn't know that Pei Jibei treats him well. Every time Pei Jiding faces Pei Jibei, he feels secretly ashamed. Those teachings, principles, and heart-to-heart words are all because this person is his half-brother, Pei Wende. The value of the son changed his taste.

What I said was right and my heart was good, but I just couldn't listen to it.

Pei Jibei obviously had a clear mind for him, so the two brothers tacitly kept their relationship on the same level, avoiding all embarrassing topics, and getting along peacefully.

This kind of care is meticulous and decent, but also rigid and a little rusty.

As for Xiang Bai, he has always been the one next to him who yells the loudest and beats harder than him when he swings his fist.

In this kind of tacit understanding and sharing joys and sorrows, Pei Jiding spent his 22 years.

But today, he met another kind of flesh and blood, full of vivid concern everywhere.

More natural than Pei Jibei, more mature than Xiang Bai, like a ladder leading to somewhere else, all the way up.

The back was hit hard with a stick, and the pain oozes from the flesh after rubbing the medicated oil. Pei Jiding was lying on the folding bed, and the sound of tables, chairs and benches being moved outside could be heard from time to time, forming a unique lullaby.

Tired after all, when the sun rose in the courtyard, Pei Jiding fell asleep.

There was a mess outside the house, Qin Shang looked dizzy.

He is not afraid of fights, and the children who grew up in the alleys have not fought a few times.What he was afraid of was that Uncle Li would be worried when he came.

It's not easy for a barbecue shop to settle down. People drink too much and like to make troubles. It's not uncommon for Pei Jiding to have customers fight and smash the shop in recent years, but it's a habit. Let Uncle Li know too much.

At four or five o'clock, the sky was glowing with the glow of the rising sun, fully illuminating the courtyard.

Qin Shang took out his mobile phone from his pocket, looked at the time, Bai Fan's work was unstable, he often went out to block people in the middle of the night, and he would definitely not wake up at four or five o'clock.

People who disturb people's dreams are annoying, white work is very tiring, others are laborious, but he may be laborious.

As a child of more than [-] years, Qin Shang knows the life of his buddies like the palm of his hand, and he will not disturb Xiang Bai even when the world falls and the earth falls.

Cups and plates in the yard were messed up, vegetable juices were spilled all over the floor, there was no floor in the yard, it was just a concrete floor, and lumps had all seeped into the ground. It looked like a small shop with no license and dubious sanitation conditions.

Although the original compound has become old due to oily fumes, and there are a few traces on the ground that cannot be erased by black charcoal, it is definitely clean and tidy.

The storefront with occasional Japanese elements and the thriving locust tree in the yard represent Qin Shang's hidden literary and artistic attributes.

The hidden literary youth Qin Shang took a deep breath when the first ray of sunshine in the morning sun fell on his eyes, and pressed the dial key on his mobile phone viciously.

The phone rang three or two times, was connected with a "beep", and then there was a fierce "snap!".

Qin Shang was calm, and when the dust settled on the other end of the phone, a confused and angry voice appeared in the rustling.

"Crazy, isn't it? You're going to die! Anyone who wakes up a sleeping person will get a heart attack, you know! This is murder!"

Amidst Bai Fan's furious voice, Qin Shang stood calmly in the middle of the compound.

"Your enemy took your buddy's shop! Sleep, sleep again, I will send you to the ground in an old pagoda tree coffin in Meituan! And murder? I don't move at all, it depends on how you put yourself to death!"

"Snapped"

"beep--"

Bai Fan wrapped in the quilt was dizzy, as if a lion roared from the east of the river to his head and face.

When he calmed down, only the indifferent words "The call has ended" on the phone screen proved that Qin Shang had called him.