6 Brother and Xiaohong

Zheng Zhe recovered very quickly this time. After his recovery, Gu Ming didn't see him very much. Basically, he went out after eating and came back after dark, but Gu Ming was not much better. He also doesn’t stay at home all day, but he usually heats up the house before Zheng Zhe comes back. The Northeast is different from his hometown. It’s hard to stay in the house in winter without burning it. all hot.

One day Zheng Zhe came back with a handbag and a plastic bag of bones.When Gu Ming lived in his house, he basically didn't see much meat. The rice was steamed this evening, and he was cutting up the frozen cabbage with his mouth pouted. Seeing the bag of big bones, he almost jumped up for joy. The concept of this aspect is surprisingly consistent. If nothing is left, it is dry stew. The stew is oily, rotten, fat and thin are chewed together.

In the smell of meat that filled the room, Zheng Zhe opened the handbag he had brought, and picked up clothes one by one from inside.

Gu Ming was standing by the pot waiting for the meat to be cooked, but after standing there for 10 minutes, Zheng Zhe pulled him into the back room.

Gu Ming wanted to be angry: "What are you doing?"

Zheng Zhe picked up a round-neck sweater and compared it to him, looking at the width of the shoulders and the length of the sleeves: "This is my old clothes, don't you see the dirt?"

Gu Ming came from a poor background, he never paid attention to these things, and he didn't pay attention to the conditions. He can wear anything, or as long as he has something to wear, it doesn't matter if he doesn't wear it. He has a thick skin and doesn't feel ashamed.

"Very good, you want to give it to me?"

Zheng Zhe is very picky about what to wear. His father is the leader of a state-owned factory, and his mother is an accountant. Therefore, when he was young, his living conditions were better than ordinary people, and his clothes were more beautiful. Although he looks poor now, he Thin-skinned, he would rather cut down on eating places than dress like a countryman.

Zheng Zhe felt that it was a bit big, so he rolled up the sweater and threw it aside: "Well, don't you dislike it?"

Gu Ming squatted beside the bag, rubbing the soft material with his hands, shaking his head: "I don't dislike it."

Zheng Zhe got annoyed after comparing for a while: "Compare yourself from the inside. Fold the ones you can wear and put them in the closet. Put the ones you don't like in a stuffed bag. I'll send them back tomorrow."

Gu Ming snorted, as a promise, squatting on the ground, digging through the pile of clothes with both hands, and after a while found a pair of gray two-fingered gloves, which were made of fine thread mixed with Australian wool. It felt thick and warm to the touch, but Gu Ming's palm was thin and slender, and it slid into it like a small whitebait, and the lifeless glove suddenly became alive.

"Your old one?" Gu Ming gestured to cover his ears, then put it down again, "It's really small."

Zheng Zhe was condescending, looking down at him, showing a faint line on his eyelids: "My brother, fuck, why did his things get mixed up here..."

Gu Ming didn't make a sound, just took off the gloves, put them aside, picked out a few things from inside, and finally found a small cloth bag, opened it, and inside were all tickets.

Gu Ming was stunned for a moment: "Money?"

Zheng Zhe got up to take the money, and was also taken aback for a while, thinking about it for a while: "Oh, it must have been given by my mother."

"You are supported by your family now?"

Zheng Zhe didn't seem to want to say this: "Who the hell is dependent on the family... It's not convenient for me to find a job now. After a while, I will go out and earn."

Gu Ming folded the clothes he picked out: "Going to work? What about your hands? Is it all ready? Can you work?"

"Okay," while speaking, Zheng Zhe stretched out five fingers towards Gu Ming, showing him the scar on his palm.

The marks had completely healed, without the ferocious swelling of the previous two days at all, and had become a set of pale flesh-colored palm lines with neatly cut lines, which looked like severed palms at first glance.

Zheng Zhe stretched out his palm in front of Gu Ming: "If you don't believe me, try hitting me this time, and punch me."

Gu Ming straightened his waist: "What if it breaks again?"

"If you break it again, it's mine. I won't get angry with you this time."

"Am I really hitting hard?"

"It's okay, I'm afraid of you? Come on."

Zheng Zhe opened his hands, letting Gu Ming clenched his fists to greet his own palm.

I have to say that Zheng Zhe underestimated this kid's strength a bit. Even without eating, he still beat him like an excited little beast. His fists were so hard that his mouth went numb. At first Zheng Zhe I still held the mentality of teasing him, but then I really started to secretly tighten my teeth and resist this severe blow.At the same time, Zheng Zhe also began to wonder in his heart, thinking that a person with his appearance should be a gentle and elegant style, and that kind of handsome brows should shed sentimental tears, but in fact, these black eyes flowed a little cold from time to time Things, just like now, are dark and hard, faintly manic.

Gu Ming found that Zheng Zhe seemed to be made of copper skin, and he was very resistant to beatings. He was so tired that he broke out in a cold sweat. Gu Ming was very frustrated and simply quit.

"worn out."

Zheng Zhe moved his wrists and laughed softly: "I didn't see it, you are really energetic."

Gu Ming suddenly developed a strong interest in those hands, and hurriedly grabbed them and looked at them over and over again: "Why are your hands so long? They are so resistant to fighting? I heard you always talk about fighting. Are you fighting with others?"

"...It must have been beaten."

"Aren't you good at fighting? How could you be beaten?"

"I was also beaten here, and I was beaten and beaten, and my skin became stronger and stronger,"

Zheng Zhe stopped the moving fingers of his right hand and held them instead.

He found that Gu Ming's hands were thin and thin, soft when pinched, the fingertips were rosy red, and the nails were very round, with the delicacy of a girl, but it felt like steel wrapped in satin, soft and soft. Ren: "And if you want to be able to fight, you must first learn how to be beaten. You must resist being beaten. You can't guarantee that you will knock someone down with a single punch, but at least you won't be fooled by a punch."

Gu Ming was taken aback: "Who will beat you?"

Zheng Zhe lowered his head and said nothing for a while: "You have pretty hands..."

Gu Ming felt uncomfortable being pinched by him, so he pulled it out with all his energy, but Zheng Zhe's hand was holding him tightly like iron tongs, and he couldn't get it out for a while.

Zheng Zhe looked up, and the two happened to meet each other. The distance was so close that Zheng Zhe could even feel the hot air from his nostrils sticking to his skin, flirting like feathers: "You are also quite beautiful... ..."

Gu Ming pulled out his hand with all his strength, and almost didn't look up.

Only then did Zheng Zhe come back to his senses, remembering what he had done just now, his face became hot with embarrassment for a moment.He felt awkward sitting there anyway, so he straightened his long legs, slipped from the edge of the bed to the floor, squatted down and began to fiddle with the big open handbag.

Gu Ming folded all the good things he picked out and put them in the cabinet. He was about to go to the kitchen to look at the meat, but he saw Zheng Zhe took out the things wrapped in newspaper from the bottom of the handbag. Serve with a piece of soft tofu.

Gu Ming was a little strange: "Why didn't I see it when I turned it up just now?"

Zheng Zhe didn't speak.

He just remembered this incident. Didn't he meet Xiao Liang and Zhang Luer on the way back just now, Xiao Liang took him to the small alley and tucked him in a "six rings", and he didn't know where Xiao Liang came from I got it here, and I even whispered to Zheng Zhe for a long time after it was over. The main meaning is that Zheng Zhe lives by himself, and it is very convenient to have no family to hide a gun, so it is the most appropriate place for him. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell him to deal with it Wang Dachui used it.

Zheng Zhe took the gun out of the dark pocket of his handbag and removed the newspaper on it.

The control of private guns in this city was not so strict. Zheng Zhe's father had one before, and Zheng Zhe played with it. This is not the case. The bureau searched heavily for guns, basically every gun case must be solved, so don't say this kind of "six rings", even earthen guns that hit steel sand are rare.

This 'Six Ring' is an imitation '[-]' style pistol made by Hualong. It is an underground black gun. Although it looks a bit higher than the '[-]' style worn by the police, it is not genuine after all. It basically fires six rounds in a row. After that, it was abolished, so it is commonly known as "six rings".But Xiao Liang said that there is only the last sound left, and it is not easy to get it replaced, so I didn't want to shoot people, I just thought about using it to shake the field when necessary.

The lid of the pot in the kitchen was buzzing from the top of the steam, Gu Ming stared at the black thing in Zheng Zhe's hand, and didn't intend to move at all.

Zheng Zhe played with it in his hand: "What are you looking at?"

"A real gun?"

Zheng Zhe handed it to him: "Touch it yourself."

Gu Ming took it with one hand, and it was heavy, he held it in his hand and fell straight down: "How to use it?"

Zheng Zhe got up and hid: "Can you stay away from me?"

After walking around behind Gu Ming, he held up his hand: "Hold the gun in one hand, and hold the gun in the other hand, yes, just aim like this, put your finger here, and when you hug it, it will go off. "

Gu Ming held up the gun: "Shotguns too?"

Zheng Zhe smelled the faint smell of soap on Gu Ming's head, and smiled unconsciously: "It's all guns."

"Then why can't I hug you?"

"You didn't put the safety on, that's right here, do you feel it? Pull this place back and it will be regarded as the safety of the gun. At this time, you can pull the trigger."

Gu Ming gathered up all his energy to pull the insurance: "Can I fire a shot?"

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Zheng Zhe grasped Gu Ming's hand: "Of course not, don't move..."

Bang!

The sound of the gunshot was deafening, and under the blow of the gun, Gu Ming suddenly turned his body and stomped on Zheng Zhe's instep.The bullet that came out of the chamber directly penetrated the two panes of glass, and the wind from the outside poured in the snow from the hole, blowing into Zheng Zhe's eye sockets, but it still couldn't lower the temperature there. Zheng Zhe's eyes were full of tears. He experienced helplessness, despair, and anxiety for a few seconds. He first pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside, and then hesitated whether to block the glass first or go out to see if he hurt anyone. After all these emotions dissipated , Zheng Zhe looked at the slender spearman next to him with a pale face, his lips trembled slightly: "Didn't I tell you not to do it?"

Gu Ming was also a little scared at this time. He had to retreat from the bullet just now. Gu Ming looked at Zheng Zhe with a guilty conscience, and wanted to quibble, but he didn't know what to say for a while, so he directly He asked, "Did I drive it or did you drive it? Why do I think it's because you held my hand just now?"

Zheng Zhe had an eggplant complexion on his face, and there was no trace of the good impression he had for him before. He raised his hand and slapped Gu Ming so hard that he slapped Gu Ming in a circle.

"You're so fucking brave! This is a gun! You fucking fired it right away! Do you know that it can kill people? Besides, this gun has only one shot left! Finally As soon as it is fired, it will be a fucking piece of scrap iron after the shot is over! I told you that you can't do it! You guys shot me out with a quick enough shot..."

Zheng Zhe was indeed very angry, and in a hurry, he exerted more strength in his hands. Gu Ming's little face was swollen immediately after being pumped, but he didn't cry. He covered half of his face and stared at Zheng Zhe. Vicious, without the pathetic appearance of a child being beaten.

Zheng Zhe became even angrier when he saw him like this. Occasionally, he felt that this kid was a bit inconsistent, but he didn't expect him to be so bold and vicious. Someone raises but no one teaches.

Xiaoshu doesn't repair Jiujiujiu, so he has to beat him up to let him know what to do and what not to do.

Zheng Zhe has always been quick, but at the moment when he grabbed Gu Ming, he couldn't get up quickly. The eyes of the people below started to drip, and it was hard to tell whether it was fear or anger. He raised and raised his hand, but he didn't fan it down again.

After a stalemate like this for a minute or two, Zheng Zhe let go and threw the person aside: "Don't eat at night, think about where you went wrong."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Zhe went to the kitchen to stop the fire, then opened the door and left the house.

There seemed to be someone knocking on the door outside, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

Gu Ming stood in the corner, his hands and feet were cold, his cheeks were burning with pain, he lowered his head, tears like soybeans fell on the back of his little hands in pairs.