Cuiyu Hutong

Seeing that Jiang Mo's feet seemed to be hanging limply, the gangsters made way for him.They didn't really want to start a life lawsuit, but they really wanted to see how sad and ridiculous Jiang Mo, a so-called "reformed" person, was.

The minced ginger crawled in raw.

Blood was oozing from his ankle.The already thin clothes couldn't cover his wound at all, he couldn't see it, but it was already swollen, as if even the bones inside were in the wrong place.

He moved towards the door one by one, and it was obviously not far away, but he crawled for a long time.

But that was really too slow, too slow, he was very worried about the old uncle, so he propped up his body with his arms so that he could touch the ground with his knees.

He didn't care at all whether it was those gangsters he was kneeling facing now, but only what happened to his old uncle.

Jiang Mo seemed to finally know why he was restless two days ago, but it was too late to know now.

Now his mind is completely blank, he just feels confused, and he doesn't know anything.He couldn't see anything in front of him, only the cast iron gate, which was clearly in front of him, but he couldn't touch it anyway.

After finally arriving in front of the gate, just as he was about to touch the handle, the servant who had been his servant before suddenly jumped out of the crowd and kicked him hard on the back.

Jiang Mo slammed his head on the iron gate immediately, and the violent impact made his eyes instantly dark.He seemed to be stripped of all his abilities at once, at that moment, he even thought he was dead.

His ears were ringing, he couldn't hear anything, he couldn't feel anything.

He gradually felt that his fingertips could move, and quickly touched his head again.There was also a patch of blood, sticking wetly to his palm, but it made his eyes blurry, and he still couldn't see clearly.

It seemed that everyone around him had dispersed, and he leaned on the wall in a trance and stood up.

He still couldn't use any strength on his feet, but even though he couldn't see clearly and stumbled, he still stumbled home and saw the old uncle.

His old uncle was lying on the ground as if he had lost his breath, his hands and feet were all limply on the side.

"Old uncle?" Jiang Mo couldn't call out at all, his voice was suppressed in the throat, and suddenly burst out again, "Old uncle!"

He trembled and wanted to pull out the phone, but he couldn't turn it on.He remembered that when he fell to the ground, he seemed to hear a click.

He really hates it.

It's useless to hate yourself, why you didn't realize it, why you didn't insist on not letting the old uncle come here.

But he hated himself even more for the wrong things he did in the past, and asked his uncle to bear the consequences for him.

He is really a broom star and a loser!

What others said before was right. Once he was born, his father would no longer want his mother, and his mother would no longer want him.It was so easy to be raised by the old uncle, and the old uncle was implicated by him until now he has no family of his own.

Why is he?Why did it become like this?

Jiang Mo's mind was like a mixed paste, he couldn't think of anything.He knew that it would be even worse if he was like this old uncle, so he stretched out his hand and gave himself two big mouths.

The moment he slapped him, he was a little dazed, but he soon came to his senses——

There are telephones and landlines in the store!

Jiang Mo crawled over on the ground with both hands and feet, the blood on his feet and the blood on his forehead that had just been stained on his hands left blood marks on the ground.

He tremblingly dialed 120, but he couldn't explain the old uncle's condition clearly. He only said that the old uncle passed out and couldn't wake up now.

The hot wind was wrapped in sticky air and blowing on Jiang Mo's face and body, but he didn't seem to feel it, as if his whole body was trapped in an ice cave, he was so cold that he shivered.

He has no mobile phone, no time, he doesn't know how long it has passed, he just thinks it's too long.

It was so long that he almost couldn't feel the breath of the old uncle, and he even felt that the old uncle was colder than his hands.

"What to do? What to do?" Jiang Mo slapped the ground helplessly, then looked outside again.

He couldn't hear the sound of the ambulance, let alone see the shadow of the ambulance.

He thought it was because Cuiyu Hutong was too narrow for an ambulance to come in.Without even thinking about it, he carried the old uncle on his back, and said, "Old uncle, don't worry, you will be fine."

The bone of his right foot was broken, and the flesh was torn apart by the wooden strips, and the bleeding did not stop.His face was pale, but he still gritted his teeth and supported the old uncle's body that was even heavier than him.

Step by step, he walked out of the door with blood, and walked out of Cuiyu Hutong.

No one dared to approach him, but everyone pointed at him again.

Now he can't care about anything else, he doesn't care about all the discussions, and the college entrance examination is even less important.He only cares about the old uncle, as long as the old uncle is still there!

Jiang Mo walked in the direction of the hospital. He didn't know how far he had walked, when he saw the ambulance coming and stopping in front of him.

Like a walking dead, he was brought to the ambulance with a string.

The doctor wanted to treat his wound, but he pushed him away, and he only said one sentence: "Is my uncle all right, is he all right?"

The doctor comforted him all the time, and couldn't help but look at the wounds on his forehead and ankle.At the ankle, even in the open wound, the white bones can be seen clearly.

But Jiang Mo was still stubborn, he insisted on seeing the old uncle open his eyes.

The doctor couldn't help it, but looking at the tough Jiang Mo, he had no other way to deal with it. He could only simply bandage his wound.

Jiang Mo watched the old uncle's stretcher get off the car and was pushed into the emergency room, and then he sat on the bench by the door as if he had lost his soul.

Then the doctor said: "We will try our best, but if he sees you hurt so badly, he will be very worried and distressed."

Jiang Mo licked his lips, looked up at the doctor, and asked again: "My uncle... what's wrong with him? Will he still wake up?"

"We can't be sure, but we will try our best." Doctors can't guarantee it either.

But Jiang Mo knew that he was useless here, and the doctor was right, he must wait until the old uncle woke up.

The old uncle's rescue continued until the evening, and the doctor also helped Jiang Mo heal the wounds on his feet and forehead.

Looking at the sinking sun, and when the doctor asked how old he was, Jiang Mo suddenly remembered what he had missed.

He didn't take the last subject of English, he knew he had no chance.His cell phone was also broken, and he couldn't contact Zhou Lianfeng anymore, and he didn't know...whether Zhou Lianfeng was worried about him.

But he remembered again what those little bastards said in front of him: "How can Zhou Lianfeng, a good second generation rich man, like you, a useless scum? Think about it with your own brain!"

What should he think?What can he think?

Jiang Mo shook his head, hugged his body and curled up into a small ball.He didn't know anything, and he didn't dare to think about anything...

"Jiang Mo?" Zhou Lianfeng suddenly called him, calling back his thoughts immersed in memories.

Jiang Mo raised his eyes, looked at the slightly illusory person in front of him, and suddenly became a little uncertain.He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Zhou Lianfeng's face, but in the end, he still retracted.

But before he could retreat completely, he felt the strength in his hand.It was Zhou Lianfeng who grabbed his hand tightly and never let go.

Jiang Mo grasped everything as if he had suddenly grasped it, and he held it back tightly.

There are no misunderstandings in the past, everything is fine for them now, and they will always be together.Whether as friends, colleagues, partners, or... lovers.

Jiang Mo chuckled, shook his head, and said, "Actually, I've always wanted to ask, do those bastards have anything to do with you...or anyone in your family? I don't mean anything else, I I just want to... figure it out."

"No." Zhou Lianfeng said firmly, "I never knew that those bastards went to find you, my parents... At that time, my father was only concerned with running away and was arrested again. Let it out, he has no time to do this at all. And my mother, you have seen her, although she has a strong desire to control me, but she is so weak, and she is worried about my father and me. Won't……"

Zhou Lianfeng took a deep breath, looked at Jiang Mo solemnly, and asked again: "Jiang Mo, but this is just my one-sided statement, will you... believe me?"

He didn't know that even his palms were covered with sweat in the cold winter months.

He was extremely nervous, even more nervous than when he was in the exam room for the college entrance examination.

Jiang Mo stared at him for a long time until Zhou Lianfeng's fists were clenched tightly, and then he smiled and said, "I believe it, of course I believe it, why don't I believe it? Brother Feng, I have always believed in you .Do you know? It was you who brought me back to the right path when I was young, you saved my life, and I will always believe in you unconditionally."

"Jiang Mo..." Zhou Lianfeng's eyes were heavy, and his heart was pounding like a heavy hammer.

Some words were on his lips, and he wanted to say them.Speak out those words that were not spoken in the scorching days seven years ago.

Jiang Mo also seemed a little too anxious, he kept stomping his feet and licking his lips, but he didn't dare to look up at Zhou Lianfeng.

The two of them were like the last time they met at that time, they both had their own thoughts in their hearts, but both of them were a little shy and afraid to tell the truth.

But they missed it at that time, but they can't miss it now.

Jiang Mo closed his eyes and turned his heart, and said bluntly: "Brother Feng, I like you."

But at the same time, what he heard was Zhou Lianfeng's words: "Jiang Mo, are you willing to spend the rest of your life hand in hand with me?"

The author has something to say: Hee hee~ This is the tacit understanding!