let loose

"Alas!"

At the corner, a cute extra performer was kicked to the dignity of a man by his opponent. He howled miserably, hissed and gasped, and retreated to the corner of the wall miserably, clutching the bird, falling down in pain.

Song Mian happened to see this scene, and frowned empathetically.Seeing that the tall fat man who was big and strong bullied the young didn't intend to stop Lianxiang Xiyu, he ran over and kicked the fat man's ass hard.

"Hiss...fuck! Who! Who the hell is doing a sneak attack from behind?" The fat man staggered to his knees, turned his head angrily, and cursed.

There was only Song Mian standing behind him.Song Mian put her hands behind her back, blinked innocently, and pointed to the inch-headed melon on the subway next to her: "I just came here, and I happened to see it, it seems to be him."

The fat man didn't quite believe him. He glanced over and saw that the inch-headed Wogua was in the middle of a battle with another cutie, the two greeted each other's family, grabbed hair and pulled clothes with their hands. Difficult to part.

The fat man was angry: "Fart your mother's watermelon! Is it an idiot for me?"

Song Mian bent her eyes and smiled: "Aren't you?"

Song Mian looks cold on the outside, but in fact she is very skinny inside, her mouth is bruised and poisonous.

The fat man turned from embarrassment to anger almost immediately, his huge body turned around abruptly, his brows were raised coldly, his chest heaved up and down, his panting was like a cow, like a human-shaped mountain, it was quite frightening.

Originally, under the light of the street lamp, Song Mian could barely see the other person's face clearly, but now his sight was completely blocked by this person, and his eyes were completely dark, falling into a blind spot.

Fatty is half a head taller than Song Mian.Song Mian raised her head slightly calmly, and stared at the other person's eyes based on feeling, and the eyes of the two were glued.The fat man was very imposing. Although there was no atmosphere of sparks and lightning, Song Mian still felt a little cold all of a sudden.

The rescued co-star Xiaocuti slowly moved to a safe distance with the bird in her hand and the wall in the other, and she did not forget to shout for Song Mian: "Brother Jin Zhu, come on! Brother Jin Zhu, come on!"

Song Mian: "..."

The sparks sizzled, and with these innocent shouts, the fat man's anger reached a critical point, and he was about to explode with a bang.

However, before he could make a move, a police siren sounded from the small supermarket.

Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep

It's still the kind of ups and downs and ups and downs.

"Fuck! Whoever called the police is a fucking idiot..." Lin Tingxi yelled angrily with a swollen face that had been beaten into a pig's head.

"Run, you idiot!" Song Mian pushed Lin Tingxi while running.

The teenagers who were still fucking/your mother crackling and beating just now scattered in all directions.They are all high school students who hid from the notes and hid their experiences, in a group of three, in a group of two, spread out and ran far away, pretending to live in harmony and chatting about holidays, hahaha laughing so much that the whole street reverberated laughing.

However, Song Mian could not escape.

To be precise, there are still a few people who failed to escape.

Lin Tingxi, the little cutie who was kicked by the bird, with oblique bangs and melons, Zheng Qiran, Lin Pingping, and the handsome guy who asked for two hundred.

They were stopped by an old man wearing a vest on a tricycle.

The faucet of the three-wheeled car whose color cannot be seen clearly in the dark night is tied with a big yellow and white horn that market aunts must have.In some cassettes, the sound fluctuates up and down in cadence.

"Fuck..." Song Mian wiped her face speechlessly.

This tune sounds like it was recorded with a mobile phone, it is rustling, and the sound is broken in some places.I was so dizzy from the fight just now, I didn't even realize how fake the siren's sound was.

"Master, you... it's so late at night, playing this... music is so scary, don't let people from the police station hear you one day and invite you to the police station." Zheng Qiran rubbed his hands and said.

Song Mian took this opportunity and quietly walked up to Dashuai Bi calmly and stood beside him.The commander-in-chief didn't move, he didn't wear a hat or mask, maybe he threw it away during the fight.

The street lights here are dilapidated and the light is very dim. The handsome man still can't see his face clearly, his hair is a little short, and there are pieces of hair on his forehead.

After a fierce fight and escape movement, Song Mian could vaguely feel the heat from his body, mixed with a faint scent of lemon.

It smells pretty good.

Song Mian's thoughts raced.

The old man leaned over and turned off the horn, and said in a mouthful of Mandarin: "I still have to panic to set up a stall in the People's Square, and you have been standing in the middle of the road for a long time, so I have to let you stuff this black man."

After several people manually translated the words of the uncle in their minds, they were a little speechless.Song Mian tilted her head slightly, sneaking a sideways glance at the handsome man standing beside him.

Dashuaibi still stood like a green pine, silent, like a squatting sculpture, out of tune with the surrounding things.

Song Mian couldn't help thinking, could this person be dumb?

Gee, what a pity.

"That's all right, all right, we're not blocking you now, so hurry over." Lin Tingxi waved his hand impatiently.

The old man nodded, "Okay."

Sanluner took two steps forward, squeaked a few times and then stopped.

"What's wrong?" Song Mian was taken aback.

"Alas, I don't have enough gas." The old man got up annoyed and got out of the car, "Yesterday my wife told me to cut the gas, but I didn't. I was so busy playing chess with my friends, and I won several games. Who knows? If you're stunned, you won't have any oil at all."

"Ah? Then what should we do now?" Lin Pingping's accent was misleading, and he learned half of it in a nondescript way.

"Baby, I may need your help." The old man calmly staggered back to the front to take out the car keys, "I'll cut back and pull out the scooter, can you help me get the goods? "

"Pull...out?" Song Mian stared, doubting her ears.

"Just to drag the cart out, idiot." Lin Tingxi snorted.

"Who are you calling stupid?" Zheng Qiran frowned.

"What are you staring at, let's talk about him." Lin Tingxi pointed at Song Mian.

"You fucking want to fight, don't you?" Lin Pingping puffed out his chest.

"I'm afraid of you if I hit you!" Wogua with oblique bangs also stood up.

Seeing that the verbal fight is about to be upgraded to hand-to-hand combat...

"Ask if you can help me get goods in Kazakhstan!"

After not getting a response for a long time, the old man became angry.

"Hey! Help, help, let's help..." Lin Pingping ran to the uncle, "Let's go, let's go to drag the scooter with you."

As he spoke, he hooked his hand towards Zheng Qiran.Lin Pingping has always been a reasonable and kind person, respecting the old and caring for the young, but Zheng Qiran is not, he doesn't want to move, he pushes Song Mian, Song Mian is too lazy to move, and raises his chin at the little cutie.

"Tch, it's really troublesome." Lin Tingxi crossed his arms and walked away unhappily, and Wogua with oblique bangs followed him and left.

Song Mian thought that he would just leave like this. After all, Lin Tingxi's image in his heart is very villainous. Helping the elderly with compassion is not in line with Lin Tingxi's personality.

However, Lin Tingxi really didn't go far, just leaned on the electric pole to light a cigarette, his face was bruised and purple, and against the dim light, he looked inexplicably bleak.

Zheng Qiran swiped his phone, and leaned next to Song Mian as he swiped, "Hey Brother Song, Chu Qingci sent a message saying that the class schedule is out, we are all in Class [-], and there are a few names that look familiar But I'm sorry, maybe it's from the first class of high school...Damn it, this guy even got the class list."

In the Gourd Little King Kong group, Siwa sent out the class schedule for the second grade of Shanghai No. [-] Middle School.

Chu Qingci's mother taught foreign languages ​​in No. [-] Middle School and was known as the "Iron Lady".Among the students she taught in the last session, there was a city's English champion, which made her famous.In order to supervise her son's study, she deliberately returned to take him in the second grade, and by the way, arranged Chu Qingci and his three buddies into her class.

As the saying goes, under the five fingers of the Tathagata, no matter how naughty a monkey is, he has to accept it obediently.

"Tsk," looking at the list, Zheng Qiran laughed until his eyes disappeared, "The liberal arts class is good, look at the scary ratio of male to female, we must be treated as national treasures in the class, hahaha."

Song Mian looked through the class list with little interest, and didn't know anyone except them, so he sent a message to Xiao Tang for someone to pick him up.

Seeing that Zheng Qiran smiled wretchedly, he casually broke the illusion: "Stop dreaming, and look in the mirror when you have time."

Zheng Qiran was choked, and replied in dissatisfaction: "Hey! What's wrong with my looks! I'm not ugly... You're not... Forget it, your looks are really incomparable." After speaking, he continued to pick up his phone aggrieved.

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Lin Pingping and the others haven't come yet.

Song Mian browsed Weibo for a while, and the most popular searches were all unnutritious things.On the contrary, the fact that his mother invited the whole crew to drink milk tea on the set became a trending search, so he clicked in to have a look:

Extra actor Lu Shishi: Shu Yan——my sister invites the whole crew to drink milk tea, everyone has a share, my sister is really kind-hearted.

The accompanying picture is a selfie with a pout holding milk tea.

Song Mian's forehead twitched, his mother was always like this, spending money like a joke, and Lao Song didn't care.It's not that he is stingy, his mother only invited the whole crew to eat hot pot last week, last week invited the whole crew to Beijing roast duck, and last week...

After liking the selfie of the beautiful girl that his mother posted yesterday, putting away her phone, Song Mian raised her elbow and turned to the silent handsome man.

"Hey bro, let's talk?"

The commander-in-chief gave him a sideways glance, obviously not wanting to talk to him, and silently took a step to the side.

Song Mian didn't notice this little detail, so she moved closer to him, "Let's talk, anyway, I have nothing to do now."

In fact, Song Mian seldom took the initiative to seek relationships with others. Usually, whether it was at school or in the group of rich second-generation idiots who were having fun and not doing their jobs, he always looked superior.

But he is the ultimate face control, and he likes to hook up with handsome guys.

The handsome guy finally turned his head to look at him, and after a while he said, "What do you want to talk about?"

The voice is clear and smooth, not much ups and downs, but nice.

Song Mian was very happy, her eyes were crescent-shaped, she stretched out her hand, and asked a series of questions: "My name is Song Mian, what's your name? Are you from Shanghai? Which district do you live in? Are you still in school? Look at you. You should be a high school student too? Which school do you go to?"

Shuaibi: "..."

He frowned, reached out to shake hands with Song Mian reluctantly, and answered the first question: "My name is Jiang Zhou."

"Jiang Zhou?" Zheng Qiran also came closer, "I seem to have heard of this name somewhere, hiss..., I can't remember it all of a sudden." The answer is obvious, but he just can't remember it.Zheng Qiran was a little depressed, scratching his ears and cheeks.

"Jiang Zhou?"

The slanted bangs Wogua who just came back from smoking stomped his feet and yelled: "Fuck/I said it looks familiar, so it's you!"

Jiang Zhou ignored them, just looked at Song Mian coldly, and asked coldly, "What time is the checkout?"

"Huh?" Song Mian was taken aback, "What's the matter..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Pingping yelled from all the way: "Alas, the cart is coming, please give way."

So the conversation stopped temporarily.

After the trolley was pushed over, several people began to help move the goods silently, moving the things on the tricycle onto the trolley.

There are quite a variety of things, comic books, children's, even textbooks, three to five, selected essays and so on.There is a bunch of fresh roses in the middle of the cart, boxed chocolates, colorful lanterns, funny character masks, beautiful window grilles, rattles for children, and many unnamed gadgets on the side.

"Master, you sell quite a lot of things, and your business is extensive." Lin Tingxi said while moving books.

"No, no, it's all small business, small business" the uncle laughed.

Song Mian glanced down at the cover of the book in his arms by the dim streetlights on the side of the road.

The cover is colorful and brightly colored. At first glance, the painting is rough and the paper is uneven. The price of such a thick book is only ten yuan.At another glance, the font used for the title of the book is twisted and twisted, and it can be vaguely seen in bold capital letters: "Seven Days!"Love and Hate with the Domineering President"

The name is interesting, he couldn't hold back his joy, looked up, and nodded his chin at the book on his arm, "Hey, look at the title of this book."

Jiang Zhou looked down subconsciously, his expression froze for a moment, he glared at Song Mian, and then walked away in a hurry.

Although he couldn't see Jiang Zhou's expression clearly, Song Mian still burst out laughing.

There were a lot of goods, piled up on the trolley to form a hill, and the uncle was worried about pushing them alone, so he discussed to help the uncle push the cart away.

When leaving, Song Mian slipped to the side of Jiang Zhou to support the goods.

Jiang Zhou turned to look at him, his expression still indifferent, and he could only see a tall figure clearly in the dark night.

Song Mian bared her teeth at the figure looking back at him, smiling like a flower in heat.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, these guys are kind-hearted, and they will definitely become talents in the next day!"

The old man happily hummed a song while carrying the handrail of the cart.

Xiao Jiang came out, so let’s talk about it.

Source: Jiang Feng Yuhuo vs. Mianmian - "Fengqiao Night Mooring"

Jiang Zhou?? Song Mian = a small boat drifting on the river, moored to the shore, and found its destination—sent to sleep.

This article is about 30 words long.Written in detail, the progress will not fly.

Looking forward to this sand sculpture journey of pushing the boat to sleep with you??