delicious life

The sound became smaller and smaller until it was inaudible.

The two finally stopped at the corner of a sparsely populated street.

Leaning against the blue-gray wall, the deep coldness is stimulating the feverish nerves.

Heavy panting sounds intertwined, and the hot breath was thick and hot.

In City C, the weather wasn't too hot in June, but both of them were sweating layer after layer, soaking through their clothes.

"Are you okay..." The person leaning beside Mo Ci touched the sweat on his forehead, it seemed that he had recovered [-]% to [-]% of his physical strength.The original disordered breathing became regular.Mo Ci shook his head, and only then did he have a chance to see his appearance clearly.

There was a little apology in the bright and energetic eyes, Mo Ci's eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered.

The strenuous exercise made Mo Ci's chest still lack of oxygen, and the intermittent voice made the man feel even more guilty.

"Are you... the owner of that snack shop?"

Um?This time it was Duan Feng's turn to be surprised, looking up and down Mo Ci who was panting against the wall.Sweat-soaked blue hair draped over his cheeks, a thin figure, and expensive clothes... It was the person who was being chased for debt last time, who ate when he closed... didn't pay?

Mo Ci could see the surprise in his eyes, and he chuckled: "I didn't give you money for the food last time, and I always wanted to pay it back, but I never went there... This time I saw you, I can give you money, and you don't have to eat for nothing. .”

"Do you still remember?" Duan Feng frowned. It's strange for a rich kid like Xiang Mo Ci to come to his food stall late at night to eat. It's been almost half a month, and he almost doesn't remember it. Do you still remember that you didn't pay for food?

Duan Feng's impression of Mo Ci, who looks like a kid from a rich family, changed a lot, and he talked a lot more than usual.

"Why are you being chased?" Duan Feng, who was observing carefully, asked Mo Ci, whose breathing had stabilized.

"Beat the boss of others, of course he was chased away." Mo Ci smiled self-deprecatingly, looked at the doubt in the eyes of the opposite person, and said curiously, "It seems that every time I see you, you are chased by these little guys." run..."

"Yeah, it's always very unlucky to meet you." Duan Feng, who never joked, developed a good impression of Mo Ci and learned to joke.On the handsome face, the handsome sword eyebrows stretched a little, even the appearance of sweating profusely, could not hide his heroic spirit.

With a smile in his eyes, Mo Ci took out his wallet from his pocket, ready to pay back the money.Duan Feng waved his palms to stop him from moving: "It's nothing, the things from last time are leftovers and worthless." After speaking, he touched his nose and smiled awkwardly, remembering that night when he vented his anger to Mo Ci My own mind is a little small about things on my body...

Seeing the doubt in Mo Ci's eyes, Duan Feng laughed a few times, "The spicy shrimp last time was reserved for the girl next door, not for sale. I was in a bad mood that day, and I blamed you, sorry..."

"It's okay. It's dry, crispy and tender, and the spicy shrimp tastes good. The cooking method is different from other places." Mo Ci smiled.

"Last time you were entangled by those gangsters, did you get hurt?" Mo Ci suddenly remembered the last time he "wouldn't save him" and felt a little guilty.

I don't know if the police station sent someone to maintain law and order last time I got a call from the police station...

"No, they only know how to punch and kick, but they can't beat me... You called the police station?" Duan Feng naturally thought of Mo Ci. There were not many people on that street that day, just a few pedestrians. He was only in a hurry, and the only person who could call the police was Mo Ci.

Duan Feng scratched his hair, showed a smile, and stretched out his right hand to Mo Ci: "By the way, my name is Duan Feng, and I don't know your name yet?"

Mo Ci looked down at his bleeding left hand, and shook Duan Feng's hand with his right hand, "My name is Mo Ci."

"Your hand is still bleeding!" Duan Feng looked worriedly at Mo Ci's bloody hand hanging down feebly, and nodded.

Duan Feng leaned against the brighter light, held Mo Ci's injured palm, and saw the cause of the bleeding at a glance, "Did you get stuck on the broken glass?" Mo Ci Nuonuo responded with a serious expression.

This serious look really looks like big brother...

Thinking of this, Mo Ci shrank his head.I went home in a state of embarrassment, wondering if my elder brother would be very angry... Sigh, I got into trouble again.

If he had a pair of long ears, Mo Ci really wanted to use them to cover his face, so as not to let his elder brother see himself in a panic.

Mo Ci escaped subconsciously in his heart, his head drooping, and he became listless.

Duan Feng looked at Mo Ci's eyes that suddenly dimmed, and asked cautiously, "What happened?"

Hearing Duan Feng's inquiry, Mo Ci thought of an idea, and his dimmed eyes instantly became bright, shining brightly under the illumination of the street lamp.

"Duan Feng, can I stay at your house for one night... Just one night will be fine." Mo Ci almost folded his hands together as if praying for blessings, his bright eyes rolled around, and the look of eagerness was unbearable reject.

He didn't know that the expression on his unopened face, with his eyes wide open, was so... pink and dizzy.

Mo Ci, who has grown a handsome face.In front of Duan Feng, she subconsciously showed the innocence and trust that can only be seen in front of her family, and made no secret of her affection for Duan Feng.

This is Mo Ci, who never hides his disposition to those who generate trust, speaks without scruples, and is straightforward.

Even when he is down and down, he will not lose his character. Even if he has paid a lot and suffered a lot because of it, he will wholeheartedly treat those he believes are trustworthy.

Mo Ci subconsciously divided Duan Feng into a category of friends who could make friends.His simple and free-spirited, bright eyes, and his calm demeanor in front of the gangsters gave Mo Ci a different feeling.This is the completely opposite temperament from that group of cronies and dog friends who are only flattering and full of bad things.He ran down and down with himself, crossed the road, and the experience of being out of breath made Mo Ci couldn't help but smile.

Duan Feng paused for a moment, then asked: "Then, won't your family members be worried?" A wealthy kid like Mo Ci might look down on his small house, which is small and messy...

Duan Feng was vaguely worried, looked at Mo Ci's left hand that was still bleeding, and brought his eyebrows together.

Mo Ci didn't think so much, and shook his head: "It's because I'm worried that I want to stay at your house for one night. I don't want them to worry... Also, I will pay your rent." A colorful white coat.

Participated in the class reunion, and came back in a mess, even if there were thousands of words, it was difficult to explain.

It's just... In such a situation, the first to show weakness and get hurt can get rid of Zhao Hongxiu faster.

He didn't want Zhao Hongxiu to pounce on him like a mad dog and bite him.The enemy is strong and we are weak, so we have to pretend to be weak and walk away.Mo Ci had expected that his left hand would be hurt by the glass, and he could completely avoid it. Although the moment of falling was unexpected, Mo Ci had carefully calculated the angle at which he fell.

How to pour it down, how to avoid a larger area of ​​injury, how to let the broken glass get stuck in the palm of your hand...

In an instant, in the blink of an eye, Mo Ci did it.

There is no trace left, although the palm hurts, but the heart is happy.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to expose his impulsive and irritable, youthful vigor, he punched Zhao Hongxiu hard... and made Zhao Hongxiu show such an apologetic expression, he earned it.

Even he himself was amazed that he could control his temper freely, calm and angry, seemingly impulsive and not brainy...but it was the only way he could think of to deal with it in a passive situation.

Sit down and drink peacefully with Zhao Hongxiu?God knows if I can bear it, restraining my urge to jump in front of Zhao Hongxiu and beat him up.

Zhao Hongxiu, whom he met in the previous life, was sinister and cunning, hiding a knife in his smile.You can pretend to admire Mo Ci's temper, and talk boastfully in front of him to win his trust.

Unexpectedly, when everyone was tearing their faces apart at the end, Zhao Hongxiu had a cruel smile on his face, and said it in the most calm way: I've had enough of my domineering, arrogant and ignorant stupidity...

Two years, Zhao Hongxiu endured for two years.What kind of determination is it that can endure many of his own shortcomings, and often invite him to go to high-end places to talk and laugh with him?

Zhao Hongxiu hated him like that, so he just wanted to act like that, which made him bored and kept him away.The previous level is not good enough, and I have to intensify my domineering and publicity in front of him, I don't know how high the sky is...

Every movement and every word under those impulses, he did it with ease and effortlessly.But... Zhao Hongxiu's gloomy expression made him, who was a little quick to speak, still have lingering fears.

Although he was embarrassed by pretending to be running away, he got rid of the number one enemy who was ups and downs in his mood... There were gains and losses.

The price of this ruthlessness is a whole body of wounds.

Reminiscent of the cold and gloomy expression on the ice-like face of the elder brother, when confronted face to face, there will be a feeling of being tortured in the heart... It is even more uncomfortable than being in front of Zhao Hongxiu.He must live up to the expectations of his family...

Mo Cixiang's intestines were knotted, and he waited eagerly for Duan Feng's reply.

"The place I live in is crappy and small, I'm afraid you won't be used to it." Duan Feng said after a long silence.

"It's okay, I'm all in the garbage dump..." Mo Ci stopped his mouth suddenly, thinking that what he said was very inappropriate.Sleeping on the garbage dump... That was also a thing in my previous life, and I grinned again to hide my embarrassment.

"Hehe, it's good that you don't dislike it." Duan Feng thought that Mo Ci was joking, and didn't ask too much, and agreed, "The rent is free." Duan Feng added, remembering the last time Mo Ci called the police to rescue him,