Strawberry West Toast

The Japanese universe is probably only a little harder than letting Zuo Xingjian die.

Reality is reality, as long as the painting is still with Zuo Xingjian, he will have to be manipulated by others.

Wang Zhen picked up the water glass. This water glass is not cheap. Now he can't even pay the tuition fee, so he has to work hard to manage the house.

The cat was still lying in the bag, and the kitten was still safe and sound when he fell just now.Thinking that Wang Xiuming hated small animals, Wang Zhen had no choice but to deposit the cat in a nearby pet shop, but when he saw the bill when he paid the money, he felt pain again.

When he came back, Wang Xiuming was still on the phone. Seeing Wang Zhen, he said, "Why did you come back?"

"I have something to do." Wang Zhen didn't want to talk to him, so he took out some change and went downstairs to buy a fruit knife.He stuffed the knife into the middle of his schoolbag, sat outside for a while, letting the cold wind clear his mind, then turned around and went upstairs, closing the door behind him.

"Test this week?" Wang Xiuming looked at him.

"Yes." Wang Zhen put down the bag.

"How's the result?" Wang Xiuming said.

"It's okay." Wang Zhen said.

"Your mother discussed with me yesterday," said Wang Xiuming, "We want to hire a math teacher for you to make up."

"No need," Wang Zhen said, "I know it well."

"74 still knows what he knows?" Wang Xiuming looked over with a bad tone.

Wang Zhen didn't respond, he was already annoyed, and when Wang Xiuming said this, his anger tended to rise again, but this kind of quarrel had happened too many times, Wang Zhen was tired for Wang Xiuming if he wasn't tired, and now he didn't Xin Si quarreled with Wang Xiuming, so she went to the room and said, "It's up to you."

"Why are you leaving!" Wang Xiuming still had something to say, but Wang Zhen had already closed the door.

It's not that easy to find Zuo Xingjian for a showdown. When he was in Mu Xin, he was very oily. In the past few months, he would only add oil and become a super oil barrel.

You can only come with hard ones with oil drums.

Wang Zhen played with the fruit knife, imagining Zuo Xingjian's frightened expression when he took it out, and felt a burst of joy.

Gee.

If he had that ability, he would use this knife to eunuch Zuo Xingjian...

Mouth area, a little gross.

Forget it.

After sleeping soundly at home, Wang Zhen sent a text message to Zuo Xingjian, Zuo Xingjian replied quickly, with only one word.

-it is good.

The meeting place was in a small street near Mu Xin.

There are many people there, Zuo Xingjian will not come around blatantly, and there are no serious restaurants nearby, Zuo Xingjian can only see him on the side of the road, there is no choice.

There is no need to wear a wig when you are not in school. Wang Zhen puts the wig in his bag when he goes out.Mu Xin's new address is in the lower corner. The rent is cheap and the public transportation is convenient. In order to make a quick decision, Wang Zhen drove to the lower corner.

□□, the world is clear, it is a good day to cut through the mess quickly, Wang Zhen hums a little tune.

"Sister, go forward boldly, go forward, don't look back..."

It was just after nine o'clock when we arrived at the place, and Zuo Xingjian was standing by the side of the road with a portfolio.Wang Zhen deliberately left him alone for 10 minutes, saw him start to take out his mobile phone, and walked across the road to him.

"Here?" Zuo Xingjian looked at him, "Why did you get such hair?"

"Portrait." Wang Zhen went straight to the point.

Zuo Xingjian was startled, then smiled, and said, "Why did you say it so utilitarianly? How could I have liked you before? Are you just hurting people like this?"

"There's a coffee shop nearby," Zuo Xingjian said again, "go and sit there."

"Portrait," Wang Zhen stared at him, "I won't say it a third time."

Zuo Xingjian's face froze, but he soon laughed again and said, "You're cute when you're angry."

Wang Zhen turned cold, and reached out to grab the portfolio.

Zuo Xingjian quickly withdrew his hand, Wang Zhen missed it, stood back on the spot, took out a fruit knife and pointed at Zuo Xingjian: "Bring it."

"...Are you crazy?" Zuo Xingjian obviously didn't expect that he would bring a knife, and was immediately stunned.

"I, let, you, take, come." Wang Zhen said coldly.

I have to say that Zuo Xingjian's psychological quality is indeed extraordinary. In the half a minute from when Wang Zhen took out the knife to when he retreated, he had adjusted back to a calm and composed look, and he could still say to Wang Zhen with a smile: "A few months have passed. I haven't seen you so crazy, can't you talk well if you have something to say?"

Wang Zhen's last bit of patience was exhausted. Some idiots don't know how good they are unless they get a beating. Zuo Xingjian obviously belongs to the ranks of idiots who don't fight or recruit.

Wang Zhen held the handle of the knife and forced towards Zuo Xingjian. There were already people watching. Zuo Xingjian probably realized the ugly scene, and his attitude began to soften.He bowed slowly, put the portfolio on the ground, and said, "It's here, take it."

Wang Zhen stared at him closely, took two steps forward, Zuo Xingjian retreated towards the crowd, Wang Zhen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second—

Zuo Xingjian rushed forward, Wang Zhen paused with the knife, and quickly retracted it, but Zuo Xingjian moved quickly, and the knife quickly reached Zuo Xingjian's hand.

"School students should stop playing with knives," Zuo Xingjian smiled, "It's so dangerous."

Wang Zhen felt like his hair was going to burn, he shouldn't have dyed gray hair, he should have dyed red hair, how the hell would there be such a dog!

Wang Zhen didn't even think about it, he ran to the picture folder, Zuo Xingjian ran over when he saw this, put his arms around his shoulders, and said, "Come back, everyone around is watching."

Wang Zhen froze. There were more and more people onlookers, almost blocking the road, and the business of the Mala Tang stall also stopped, and they were all watching the excitement of the two of them.

"...Okay," Wang Zhen stopped in his tracks, "let go."

Zuo Xingjian looked at Wang Zhen. He was sprayed with perfume. Wang Zhen felt so disgusting that he kicked him hard. Zuo Xingjian paused in pain and let go.

While Zuo Xingjian was hesitating, Wang Zhen pushed away the restraint on his shoulder, but in the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his forearm.

Wang Zhen looked at Zuo Xingjian in astonishment. Zuo Xingjian didn't expect that the fruit knife in his hand would lose control and scratch Wang Zhen. He stood there in a daze for a few seconds, and subconsciously picked up the portfolio.Before he could stand up, Wang Zhen had already kicked him down on the stall.

"What are you doing here?" the stall owner yelled, "I'm calling the police!"

The pot of Mala Tang was overturned, Zuo Xingjian was shaken a few times from the heat, barely stood up, still holding the folder tightly, and staring at Wang Zhen dangerously.

Wang Zhen felt that he was only a little away from his brain exploding. He held the knife and rushed over quickly, his breath was almost boiling, and he was so irritable that he had nowhere to vent.

He is now a pot of hellish spicy hot pot, steaming with gurgles, and the crowd watching is no different from star anise pepper, which will only make the hot pot more spicy and numb.

"Calm down!" Zuo Xingjian scrambled and scrambled to hold on to the electric pole, and ran a few steps desperately.

Wang Zhen quickly chased after him, feeling that he had never run so fast in his life, all he could think about was the portfolio in Zuo Xingjian's hand.

why!

why!

Why is Zuo Xingjian not punished!

When he ran past the stall and knocked over a bucket of swill, someone pulled his arm suddenly. Because he was running too fast and his inertia couldn't stop, he leaned forward uncontrollably, and smashed into it hard and accurately. In a pool of vegetable leaves.

It is the garbage of the nearby residents, as well as broken eggshells and soup, the taste is indescribable.

The person who was originally angry was stupidly stunned, looking at the person who pulled him, Wang Zhen was stunned.

Pei Yiwei was wearing the apron that day, with the sleeves rolled up to her shoulders, her palms were sweaty, she looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "Can you get up by yourself?"

Wang Zhen slowly stood up with support: "...Thank you."

Before he could confirm where Zuo Xingjian had gone, the shopkeeper had already chased him over: "Pay me 200 yuan! The soup and vegetables are all gone!"

"Ah." Wang Zhen was stunned, and while he was in a daze, Zuo Xingjian had already jumped into a taxi with his portfolio in hand, and quickly disappeared at the intersection of the street.

Pei Yiwei looked at the shopkeeper. The two seemed to know each other very well, and they communicated directly in dialect.

The shopkeeper hummed a few times, then looked at Wang Zhen, his eyes were much more friendly: "Since you are a classmate, forget it, how are your hands?"

Wang Zhen looked at his hand, he didn't know if he was too excited or what, he didn't feel any pain from the wound just now, but now he felt a faint pain.

"It's okay," Wang Zhen said, "How much did you say you would pay?"

"No need to pay," Pei Yiwei said, "She is my sister-in-law."

Wang Zhen snorted and said, "That still has to be paid, after all, I pushed people over."

Pei Yi paused for a moment, and said, "You can pay if you want."

Wang Zhen took out his mobile phone, clicked on WeChat, and opened the payment interface.

[Wallet: ￥20.45]

Wang Zhen: "..."

......He almost spent all the change on seeing the cat, and he just remembered this.

Pei Yiwei couldn't help smiling and said, "It's okay."

"Next week," Wang Zhen turned off the phone, "I will transfer it to you next week."

Wang Zhen felt that the image of the cool guy was gone, until Pei Yiwei's sister-in-law dragged him to sit on the small bench and wiped the blood on his arm with a towel, he still hadn't recovered.

So Pei Yiwei came to work at the Malatang stall again?Wasn't he being chased by the gangsters/society that day, so he went back to his old business so soon?

Wang Zhen looked around. This is not the place where the underworld/society chased Pei Yiwei and his sister-in-law before. It is estimated that the stall has moved.

"Are you here to help on weekends?" Wang Zhen looked at Pei Yiwei.

"Saturday," Pei Yiwei took off the apron and hung it on the hook of the tin cart, "I have to read on Sunday."

"Oh." Wang Zhen nodded.

"Let's go," Pei Yi wiped his hands slightly, "Go to the clinic."

"Tell me where the place is. I can go alone. Don't delay your business." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei said, "You can't find it."

Hey.

Is this looking down on the scumbag's ability to live?

Wang Zhen thinks that although he is not as good as Pei Yiwei in study, his ability to live is definitely not weaker than Xueba.

As a result, Wang Zhen walked a few steps and found that there were so many small stalls and shops in this area, and many signs were not hung. Those who didn't know it thought it was an ordinary house. When they looked inside, they found that the shelves were full of oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar.

"Can there be business by opening a store like this?" Wang Zhen was puzzled.

"Yes," Pei Yiwei said while walking, "There are nearby residents."

Wang Zhen felt that if he robbed this row of small shops, he would not be able to pay for his tuition for a semester.

Most people open a store to make money, but there is a kind of person who sits in the store holding his mobile phone all day long, and his income is still zero after sitting for 24 hours. This kind of person may open a store for fun, and most of the shop owners on this street , That clinic is also a Tuyile clinic, the LED sign is yellow like an old newspaper, the shutter door is half-drawn, and it looks like "no visits".

Pei Yiwei pushed up the shutter door a little, walked in and said a few words to the pharmacist, Wang Zhen quickly stepped forward, and scanned the QR code on the counter before Pei Yiwei took out the change.

"There is still 20 yuan." Wang Zhen laughed dryly.

After Wang Zhen gave the money, Pei Yiwei took out the saline solution from the plastic bag and looked at the row of blue benches in the small clinic: "Sit there."

Wang Zhen sat down, Pei Yiwei unscrewed the normal saline solution, looked up at Wang Zhen, and said, "It will hurt a little."

"Hmm." Wang Zhen stretched out his hand.

Pei Yiwei dipped a cotton swab in salt water and rolled it twice on the wound. Wang Zhen shuddered in pain, and the taste was quite sour.

The wound was not deep, but it was scratched on the forearm with dense blood vessels, and the blood volume was quite scary. It took a bottle of normal saline to clean it.

"Put your hands on the armrest of the seat." Pei Yiwei said.

Wang Zhen's hand was hanging in the air all the time, because it was a bit pretentious to put it on the armrest, but Pei Yiwei was quite careful.

"Okay." Wang Zhen put his hand up.

Pei Yiwei's hands were steady, after wiping the iodophor, put the lid on, and handed the sterile gauze to Wang Zhen: "Post it."

Wang Zhen covered the wound with gauze, tore off the sling and wrapped it up.It is very laborious to operate things alone, and the gauze always falls down.Pei Yiwei stretched out his hand to press the gauze, Wang Zhen was stunned, and quickly said thank you.

Pei Yiwei's fingers are very warm, and the surface of the fingers is a little rough, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable to press it, on the contrary, it is very comfortable.The scene of Pei Yi wiping his sweat emerged from the depths of his memory again.

Now the subject is right in front of him, he can even see the light sweat on his neck, and his Adam's apple slides slightly when he breathes...

Wang Zhen suppressed the signs that something was getting worse, and looked at Pei Yiwei with a guilty conscience.Pei Yiwei was reaching out to tear off the tape, noticed Wang Zhen's gaze, and looked up at him: "Does it hurt?"

"...No," Wang Zhen shook his head, "I'll treat you to dinner later."

"You please?" Pei Yi curled his lips slightly, "Is the money enough?"

"...you fucking enough is enough."

Wang Zhen was speechless, and smiled strangely.He smiled, Pei Yiwei also smiled for no reason, the two of them faced each other with a smirk, it was Pei Yiwei who reacted first, flattened the corners of his mouth, turned around and put away the bottles and jars, and threw the packaging into the trash.

"That person took your painting?" Pei Yiwei stood up.

Wang Zhen didn't expect Pei Yiwei to start this topic, he was stunned for a few seconds, and said, "Well, he was my former studio teacher."

Pei Yiwei stepped out of the small clinic and said, "What about the painting?"

Wang Zhen thought for a while and said, "Ask him again."

Pei Yi made a small sound, and didn't ask any more questions. Wang Zhen was glad that he didn't ask any more questions, otherwise he would have to bother to make up a story to cover up all this nonsense.

"What do you want to eat?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Anything is fine." Pei Yi glanced slightly at the old man who was playing chess by the side of the road.

"Then let's go to your sister-in-law's stall," Wang Zhen followed his gaze, "...what are you looking at?"

"Okay," Pei Yi turned around slightly, "Watch them play chess."

Wang Zhen took a closer look. He hadn't played chess much before. He didn't understand why these old men were so excited as if they were watching a football game, so he asked, "Can you play chess?"

"Understand," Pei Yiwei looked at the chess board, "The bishop on the left is about to disappear."

Wang Zhen was stunned for a moment, but before he complained about Pei Yiwei's hobbies, especially those of the elderly, the elders over there let out a long sigh: "Is that okay, why is the image gone again!"

The old man on the left sighed and rubbed his knees: "Mistake, mistake."

"You're amazing." Wang Zhen looked at Pei Yiwei.

"Not to mention," Pei Yi smiled, and continued to walk forward, "I only know a little bit."

The god of learning knows a little bit... Wang Zhen doesn't believe it.

Back at the stall, after Pei Yiwei's sister-in-law was busy, Wang Zhen saw the mess next to him, and belatedly realized what a series of stupid things he had done.

Now when I return to the "scene of the crime" with Pei Yiwei, Wang Zhen is on his back like a light.

"What to eat?" Pei Yiwei handed the menu to Wang Zhen, saw that Wang Zhen was in a daze, and said, "Wang Zhen?"

"Ah," Wang Zhen came back to his senses, "You click and you click."

Sister-in-law looked at Wang Zhen: "He can do anything, classmate, you can order."

"Oh," Wang Zhen looked at Pei Yiwei, "anything is fine?"

"En." Pei Yi nodded slightly.

Wang Zhen glanced at the menu. He seldom eats roadside stalls, but now he has a difficulty in choosing. He sees that all dishes are similar, so he just ordered a few.

"Are these all right?" Wang Zhen pointed to the items on the menu.

"Okay." Pei Yiwei handed the menu to my sister-in-law, who glanced at it and said, "Slightly spicy?"

"Not spicy?" Pei Yi looked at Wang Zhen's wound slightly.

Wang Zhen nodded.

"Okay." The aunt turned around and began to prepare.

"Your sister-in-law, you manage a stall by yourself?" Wang Zhen said in a low voice.

"No," Pei Yiwei said, "If my uncle doesn't work the night shift, he will come to help."

Wang Zhen felt a little strange. Although their relatives often walked around, none of them was so good that they would send their children to the place where the other worked, especially in such a noisy and chaotic environment.Pei Yiwei's parents are too busy with work or something, so they asked the child to help out at the roadside stall, aren't they afraid that he will learn bad things?

But after thinking about it, they are seventeen or eighteen children, and they should have learned to be bad by now, not to mention that Pei Yiwei has a good brain and works hard, so it may be a bit difficult to learn to be bad.

"Here we come!" Sister-in-law came over with two steaming bowls of Malatang.

"Hey," Wang Zhen took the bowl, "Thank you."

The aunt smiled: "You don't need to be so polite."

Wang Zhen said: "You can't be rude, your booth has been smashed."

The sister-in-law laughed twice, handed them two pairs of clean chopsticks, and said, "If you really want to be polite, you can come here to help, or to solicit customers for the aunt. Aren't there many students in the class?"

"...You let me think about it." Wang Zhen said.

It might be a bit difficult to introduce classmates, except for Pei Yiwei, he is not very familiar with Wen Shi, although he is only half acquainted with Pei Yiwei...

Wang Zhen picked up a chopstick of spinach and slowly brought it to his mouth. While chewing, he looked at Pei Yiwei. This was the first time he had a meal with him at the same table. But it's not bad, probably because of Pei Yiwei's character of "I'll just stand still when he's up to it", and when anything comes to him, it's just a light "Oh", which makes him not so embarrassed after he just finished doing something stupid.

"How are you going back later?" Pei Yiwei said suddenly.

"Later?" Wang Zhen looked at his phone, it was just after 10:30, it was still very early, "Let's call."

"Let a friend pick you up." Pei Yiwei said.

"You mean the one from yesterday? Forget it," Wang Zhen smiled, "He's not as good at riding as I am."

"Don't your hands hurt?" Pei Yi looked at him slightly.

"It hurts," Wang Zhen said, "but I can bear it."

From the tone of his voice, Pei Yiwei probably wanted to take him home, and most likely wanted to drive the little sheep.

He just had unhealthy thoughts about others, and now he has someone send him back, Wang Zhen thinks he has no guts.

Wang Zhen quickly said, "I'll just go back by myself."

Pei Yiwei was about to speak, but when he heard what Wang Zhen said, he swallowed the words again, said "OK", lowered his head to eat the noodles, and did not speak again.

After eating, Pei Yiwei put the bowl aside, took off the plastic bag covering it, put the bowl in the water for a while, then put it back in the basin, and then started to help my sister-in-law clean the table.It was time for dinner, and my sister-in-law was too busy to do it alone, but she still asked Pei Yiwei to send Wang Zhen off.

"I'll just walk by myself." Wang Zhen took a few steps to the side of the road.

"Okay, be careful on the road." Pei Yiwei waved his hand, probably thinking about helping my sister-in-law, so she didn't see her off far away.

Wang Zhen left the stall and found a taxi from a landmark building.When he got into the car, he sighed slowly.

A ridiculous morning.

First, he fought wits and bravery with the scumbags but ended in a fiasco, and almost committed a crime impulsively. Then he was stopped by his classmates, and he had some inexplicable meanings to him, and then he ate a meal at a roadside stall.

Several things come together, so wonderful.

But no luck.

It was quite lucky to meet Pei Yiwei, otherwise he might have received cordial condolences from the people's police in the detention center.

Thinking of this, Wang Zhen felt that the fruit knife on his back suddenly became heavy.

He didn't expect that he would hold a fruit knife and point it at Zuo Xingjian. At that moment, all the resentment and anger were concentrated on this scumbag. In a trance, it seemed that the anger was not aimed at this person, but at the past few months. Come all the pain.

But he was powerless to fight against the person who really caused these pains, because it was Wang Xiuming—his father.

Father?

Father.

Wang Zhen lowered his eyes and looked out the window blankly.Sometimes he wondered why Wang Xiuming always couldn't understand what he did, and always wanted to break his wings and make him into what he wanted?

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking that he might as well just confess to Wang Xiuming.

But at the same time, he will also have an illusion, as if he must be so rebellious, so detached, and fight Wang Xiuming in a self-destructive way, otherwise he will lose in this father-son battle.

But through all this he was free?

Wang Zhen couldn't answer.

The crowd outside the car window was surging, and the street in the lower corner was full of filth and prosperity. The signboard of Mu Xin's studio flashed by, like a shadow belonging to the past, which had become blurred.

Wang Zhen let out a foul breath, took out his phone and started editing text messages.

-Xueshen, is your sister-in-law's stall a handyman?i can do anything

After a while, the text message came back.

- She said yes, eight yuan an hour.

Wang Zhen did the math, if he went every week and added [-], he would have to work for almost a month.In one month, the tuition fee will be paid.

- ok , please don ' t think of me as clumsy

This is the first small step.

Get rid of Wang Xiuming, get rid of the past.

come on.