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Yang Fengyu kept his head down, and when he heard this sentence, he said in a muffled voice, "He's not."

Qin Fangcong squatted down in front of him, held his ankle, rolled up his sports pants, and found that his calf was swollen even higher, like a white radish.

Looking up, seeing him covering one hand, Qin Fangcong suddenly changed his expression, clasped his wrist and turned it slightly, and the wound that had just stopped bleeding and the red forearm were exposed in front of him.

"Does it hurt?" Qin Fangcong asked with a frown, his gaze swept across several people sharply, and finally fell on Lin Fei, "What happened?"

Just as Lin Fei wanted to explain, Yang Fengyu broke away from Qin Fangcong's hand, stood up abruptly, and said to everyone, especially Qin Fangcong: "I beat the man, so what to do!"

"you……"

Yang Fengyu shook off Qin Fangcong's hand that was about to help him, pointed at the man with the flowery arm and the cowering boy beside him, and shouted at Qin Fangcong with red eyes: "I beat these people, you fucking Can you manage it!"

The policeman on the side was stunned, and glanced at Qin Fangcong, who had a dignified expression, and quickly realized that this was a rebellious child, and thinking about what these people said, this person was probably injured by accident.

Policeman: "Sir, this time the main responsibility is not on him, let's take him back to deal with the wound first. Little classmate, don't make trouble next time, this time I just got scratched on my hand, not every time I have such good luck. "

Lin Fei took out a lollipop out of nowhere, chewed it in his mouth several times, "Coconut, don't meddle in brother's affairs, personal grievances, don't pull brother."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Fangcong gave him a cold look.

Yang Fengyu's mind was not very clear, he just wanted to leave Qin Fangcong quickly, so he limped towards the door with his injured leg.

Before taking two steps, one hand clasped his waist tightly, and then the world spun, and Yang Fengyu was lifted up into the air.

He was already a little dizzy, but now he didn't even have the strength to struggle, so he was wrapped in a cold breath, mixed with the smell of alcohol on his body.

In the past, he thought Qin Fangcong smelled good, but now he subconsciously rejects it, "You... put me down!"

"Be obedient and don't move."

Yang Fengyu really didn't struggle anymore.

Qin Fangcong walked to the side of the car in two or three steps, opened the door of the back seat, and sat on it with Yang Fengyu in his arms. One hand was still tightly around his waist, and the other hand turned on the ceiling light inside the car, and pulled Yang Fengyu past him. look carefully at the wrist.

After drinking, Yang Fengyu's limbs would become weak, and the anger in his heart would be muted. As soon as the alcohol came up, he just wanted to sleep. After struggling for a while, he couldn't move, and he lay obediently in Qin Fangcong's arms.

Qin Fangcong didn't put down Yang Fengyu, now Yang Fengyu sat on him, lowered his head, and his thin lips brushed against Yang Fengyu's slightly hot neck.

There was a strong smell of alcohol, I don't know how much I drank, and I looked like I was being slaughtered.

Qin Fangcong didn't pay much attention to his health, he didn't have a regular medicine box at home, and every time he bought it because of Yang Fengyu, he didn't take any minor injuries or illnesses seriously.

He stared at Yang Fengyu's arm for a while, and felt that he couldn't handle it, so he made a phone call and drove all the way to a private hospital in Haicheng.

"The wound is not too deep, there is no need for stitches, just don't touch the water within a week. The soft tissue bruise on the leg was not treated in time, but fortunately no bones were injured, so you can just rest. Drink on an empty stomach, and drink too much, and take vitamin C. , It’s all right now, always hurting the stomach and liver. After taking it back, make some thick honey water, and sleep and wake up.”

Qin Lang took off his mask and walked out of the consultation room. He was shocked when he saw Qin Fangcong's cold face, "What's your expression? I don't know that you are waiting to have a baby."

Qin Fangcong remained silent, got up and pushed open the door of the ward.

The face of the person on the bed was pale, and there was not even a trace of blood on the lips.

Qin Fangcong pinched the bridge of his nose, with a look of remorse.

"Qin Fangcong," Qin Lang called him in a low voice, "come out."

"what happened?"

"I haven't seen you for so many years, does he still remember you?" Qin Lang asked, "I heard that what he is doing now... rap? He is a small public figure, and he is still so reckless in his actions. No wonder Uncle Yang is worried all day long."

Qin Fangcong said coldly: "Take care of yourself."

"Hmph, it's just you. You have been protecting him since you were a child. See if he still remembers?"

"Qin Lang," Qin Fangcong said in a bad tone, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Hey, I'm also your cousin, can you be a little more respectful?" Qin Lang was a little dissatisfied, "I had dinner with them a few days ago and even talked about it, this kid, it's fine if he can't study well, if he can It's fine to make music as hard as you do, but what kind of friends does he make? What kind of life does he live every day?"

"Don't comment if you don't understand." Qin Fangcong stood up, refused to communicate, and turned his head when he walked to the door. "Some things he did wrong, not including insisting on his dream. Keep your mouth tight and don't say it."

Yang Fengyu slept soundly, but not very well, curled up into a ball like a kitten.Qin Fangcong picked him up lightly, and overheard a few murmurs, which he couldn't understand clearly.

Back at the residence, Qin Fangcong put him on the bed in the guest room, stood by the bed and stared at him for a while, then closed the door softly and left.

Yang Fengyu had a very long dream.

He returned to the old community of his family when he was a child. It was not big and the house was not high, but there was a large open space downstairs for them to play.

It's a pity that Yang Fengyu is half a round younger than the children in the courtyard, and they are all having fun in the courtyard, and Yang Fengyu can't even walk steadily.

Yang Fengyu wanted to play with them, and followed the older children bluntly and called him brother, but no one paid any attention to him, only pointing at him and laughing for a while, and then ran away in a hurry.

He gradually realized that these brothers didn't want to play with him, so he stopped following them and calling him brother, but sat on the swing alone, watching them play from a distance.

There was an older brother in the next door who didn't like to come out to play. He was dragged out to play by his elder brother, but he didn't mess around with the group of children, but noticed the little dumpling on the swing.

He walked towards Yang Fengyu, as tall as a tree.

Yang Fengyu was very happy, and shouted, "Brother Xiaoshu!"

"Would you like to play with me?"

"Brother Xiaoshu" smiled, he didn't look so close, and stretched out a hand to Yang Fengyu, "Okay."

Yang Fengyu held it cheerfully, and in the next second, he suddenly felt that this person looked familiar.

Taking a closer look, the immature face became sharp, and she suddenly put on a pair of glasses and changed into a suit.

Grass!

Shocked, Yang Fengyu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, only then did he realize that he was in a spacious and unfamiliar room.

Furnishings and decorations are full of indifference, even the curtains are dark, with only a glimmer of sunlight peeking out from below.

Look at the wall clock on the wall, good guy, it's 11:30.

Yang Fengyu drank the fragment, and his memory stopped at the police station, Qin Fangcong's sentence "I am his brother".

The headache was severe, Yang Fengyu raised his hand to rub it, but found that his forearm was wrapped in gauze, which was still in a mess.

There was also a dull pain in the calf, and there was a looming smell of medicine in the air.

This is at... Qin Fangcong's house?

Yang Fengyu had never entered his house before, so he lifted the quilt in a daze.

The jacket had been changed, but the trousers hadn't, except—the injured trouser leg had been cut off entirely.

Just as Yang Fengyu was about to get out of bed, the door clicked open, and he lifted the quilt again and shrank back, his eyes full of alertness.

The door was pushed open, Qin Fangcong was wearing home clothes, holding a cup in his hand, put it directly on the head of the bed, leaned over and covered Yang Fengyu's forehead, "How is it?"

Yang Fengyu's head was still a little dizzy, and when he was caught off guard, he regained his composure and retreated, reaching the head of the bed without moving twice.

Qin Fangcong handed the honey water to Yang Fengyu's mouth, but Yang Fengyu didn't answer it, but just subconsciously opened his mouth, Qin Fangcong really stretched out a hand to support his chin, and slowly fell down.

After drinking a cup of warm honey water, I finally feel better.

"Don't get your arms wet for a week, and remember to change the medicine every day." Qin Fangcong brought a small box, which contained the medicines prescribed by Qin Lang yesterday. Yang Fengyu poked his head and saw that the labels were all pasted inside.

"No drinking next time."

Qin Fangcong was a little surprised to see that Xiao Paozhan didn't speak. When he withdrew his hand, he quickly rubbed the corner of his lips with his thumb.

The latter just woke up from a dream, threw off the quilt and jumped out of bed, his cheeks were slightly red: "You...you don't care if I drink or not! It didn't cost you!"

"Yes," Qin Fangcong took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, "I was betrayed by someone who drank too much, just wait and cry."

Yang Fengyu didn't want to talk to him, so he turned his head and left. After walking a few steps, he realized something was wrong, "Qin Fangcong, you pay for my pants!"

"I'll take you back."

Yang Fengyu stubbornly refused at first, but that leg is really handicapped, it's okay to just walk, if he squeezes the subway, he will definitely be laughed to death.

He is a public figure round and round, and if it becomes popular in the future, this is all his black history.

So he reluctantly got into Qin Fangcong's car, and his last stubbornness was to sit in the back row with the box on his lap obediently: "How much? I'll give it to you."

"No need," Qin Fangcong said, "What happened to the bar yesterday?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Yang Fengyu's expression immediately darkened, and he asked back, "What's the matter with you?"

Before Qin Fangcong could react, Yang Fengyu continued: "Oh, forgot, you were sent by my father to discipline me. No wonder even the cocktails were made non-alcoholic for me. Is it fun to play with me?"

"Yang Fengyu." Qin Fangcong frowned and called him in a deep voice.

"Qin Fangcong," Yang Fengyu yelled back without hesitation, "I am very grateful for you teaching me how to compose music and sending me home to buy me medicine, and thank you for caring about me and taking care of me, if all this is not based on Yang Wei if."

"I don't know what your purpose is, but if you are here to control me because of Yang Wei, then you'd better give up early," Yang Fengyu said with dark eyes, "You've seen it all, yesterday was my first choice, beer I smashed bottles, I beat people, fighting, drinking, this is what I like to do, this is the real me, you can’t control it, and you can’t control it.”

The car stopped at the entrance of the alley, Qin Fangcong unbuckled his seat belt, turned to look at Yang Fengyu.

"Be a good professor in your university," Yang Fengyu pushed open the door, "I'm not your student."