you're so stubborn

Sanyuan Street is always extremely noisy at night, if you move a small horse and sit on any street corner, you can hear all kinds of fancy bragging.

They brag loudly and boldly about every bullshit, but what's the use, after a night, don't they have to turn their heads and bow their heads to the bitter reality.

How tired, wouldn't it be nice to go home with that time and sleep well?

In contrast, Dad's teahouse is very quiet, no matter what time you come, you can hear the gentle and slow sound of the guzheng, but listening to it for a long time can also have a hypnotic effect.

Bypassing the antique hall, they came to a tea table with a small bridge and flowing water.

The old man took off his suit jacket with one hand, and the younger brother who followed him immediately took it and hung it on the hanger.

At the same time, another little boy in overalls from a tea house came over with a medicine kit to give Xie Lang some medicine.

Xie Lang wasn't used to these things, and when he was about to refuse aloud, Ou Chen hurriedly took the medicine box to express himself, "I'll do it, I'll do it."

The old man glanced at him, and then glanced at the face of the cheap 'son' next to him, handsome is pretty handsome, but this is the type... It doesn't match the cuties before the little calf ah? ? ?

Is it a lame eye or a soft root?Look at such a tall man.

Dad sighed melancholy, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Dad went out to talk about something today, he should have come back earlier, but the other party insisted on keeping him drinking, so he was delayed until so late, and he had the opportunity to see the scene where Ou Chen almost asked someone to open the ladle thing.

So he didn't know that it wasn't his son who caused the trouble, but that he was the hero who saved the beauty... not... the hero.

Ou Chen knew what his father was asking, but he still said affectionately, "Dad, this is my boyfriend, don't be so cruel to him."

Dad tilted his head, as if you continued to act.

When Ou Chen was about to continue acting, unexpectedly Xie Lang said something.

"Can your disease still be cured?"

Ou Chen chuckled twice, looked down at the bag of alcohol cotton that had just been opened in his hand, and was stunned by the blood on his palm.

But he reacted quickly, and suddenly looked up at Xie Lang, but before he could speak, he heard Xie Lang say again.

"Uncle, thank you today, but it's too late now, and there is a sick brother at home who needs me to go back and take care of him, so I won't bother you."

To tell the truth, this was the first time Ou Chen heard Xie Lang say so many words at once, and he was afraid that others would not understand his meaning of leaving in a hurry, so he sped up his speech a lot.

"Well," the old man sat on the back of the mahogany chair happily, "then you can go."

Xie Lang nodded, turned and walked out.

"Hey!" Ou Chen stood up holding the alcohol cotton in his hand, "Father! I'll go see him off, otherwise I'm afraid Dalong and the crowd will block him!"

Who dares to bet on people who come out of him?The old man sees through but doesn't tell the truth, "I helped you save your boyfriend, and you are just perfunctory to your father like this?"

"No, no," Ou Chen said, "I'll come drink with you another day."

"Speaking of drinking..." The old man propped his chin and looked at him, "Didn't you say that your father hid a bottle of good wine? Why? Why don't you invite me to your house for a drink?"

"Drink, drink, drink tomorrow," Ou Chen hurriedly chased after Xie Lang, and agreed to whatever he heard, "Tomorrow, I will ask Sister Wang to make you a table of delicious food... Daddy and I I really have to go! He has gone far!"

"Go ahead," the old man glanced at him, "Hurry up and get out."

Ou Chen couldn't wait to roll away, and at the same time he didn't forget to take a pack of gauze.

Xie Lang clutched his right wrist and left the tea house one step at a time.

He hadn't noticed it before, but just now with the light in the teahouse, he saw a cut on his wrist. It wasn't scary, and the blood wasn't bleeding much, but he still subconsciously wanted to hide the wound.

"Xie Lang!" Ou Chen chased after him from the tea house.

Xie Lang frowned somewhat annoyedly, but his steps still stopped.

"What's the matter with your wrist?" Ou Chen's expression looked a little angry under the dim streetlight, "Those idiots still carry fucking knives, right?"

"I don't know..." Xie Lang paused, and then said, "Today...Thank you."

"Thank you..." Ouchen turned his mind, and changed the word "Thank you, Mr. Thank you" to "Thank you, just add me to WeChat, as you know, there were so many people just now. They all wear a big iron rod that can pull out brains, I was really scared to death...."

As he spoke, he turned on his phone, clicked on his WeChat QR code, and waited so maliciously.

There was not a single bit of dynamic expression related to "I'm scared to death" on his face.

Xie Lang's frown deepened, he glanced at his phone, and stared at Ou Chen for another minute before he impatiently took out his phone and scanned his QR code, bitter and bitter Click to apply to add friends.

Ou Chen was overjoyed, so he quickly agreed, and he didn't forget to threaten, "Don't delete it as soon as you go back, or I may be frightened and suffer from sequelae."

"... Nervous." Xie Lang put his phone in his pocket and was about to leave, but Ouchen grabbed the hem of his clothes. He turned around and engraved the three big characters of impatience on his face in bold and enlarged, "There is something else Son?"

"What's the rush...don't tell me that classmate Xie Yu is sick, I don't believe it, don't move!" Ou Chen roughly grabbed his wrist, rolled up his sleeve, revealing a bloody scar The wound, "Tsk! These idiots beat a high school student with a knife! What a fucking dog!"

"Why don't you give me the medicine and I'll take it myself." Xie Lang was not in the mood to listen to his nagging, so he spread his hand in front of him and asked for the medicine.

"My medicine, where did you get the medicine?" Ou Chen took out an alcohol cotton ball to disinfect Xie Lang's wound. It stands to reason that the alcohol cotton ball should sting the wound, but this person didn't even make a sound, he asked in bewilderment He said, "Does it hurt?"

"Why fight if you're afraid of pain?" Xie Lang couldn't help him, and didn't bother to argue with him, so he just let him take the medicine honestly.

I wanted to hurry up and leave.

Ou Chen choked, and sighed melancholy, "You are really awesome, you dare to fight on Sanyuan Street by yourself, you are lucky to meet me today, otherwise you would really have to lie down and go out today."

Xie Lang didn't say anything, just looked at him.

"Do you think they are those trash from the vocational high school? When they heard the siren, they jumped up and down like grandchildren in fright." Ou Chen wrapped his wound with gauze after disinfecting, and kept saying, "That's it." Most of the gang members have been in the police station, not to mention the siren, the police are right in front of him, and he said that if you hit you, you can’t get up, so, be careful in the future, now we We also have WeChat, and you can call me to accompany you if you want to come to Sanyuan Street to have a meal and open a room in the future."

After a crackling pause, the last sentence is the key point.

"..." Xie Lang said politely, "Thank you."

It was almost a little bit home, Xie Lang went to bed without taking a shower.

It felt like I hadn't slept for a few minutes, when I heard a burst of sobbing and crying, and water dripped from time to time like it was raining on my face.

Xie Lang opened his eyes in a daze, and saw that Xie Yuyu's big face was covered with tears, and a pair of short arms were still tightly wrapped around his neck, feeling that if he tried harder, he could be sent away directly .

"..." Xie Lang knew that the injury on his face must have frightened him, he sighed in his heart, and lifted the crying bag into his arms, "Okay, don't cry, you Brother is fine."

"Bleeding all over his face..." Xie Yu looked at his face, there were still some bruises around the scabbed wound on his face, and it hurt just looking at it, "What's wrong with you! Why are you sleeping?" Bleeding when you feel it? I don’t hit people when I sleep..."

As he spoke, he cried again, but it was so distressing for the child.

Xie Lang thought to himself that it's a good thing this kid isn't very smart, so he won't look for other wounds on his body, otherwise, if he sees a knife wound on his wrist, he would have to drown the whole Xie Zhuang.

"How hard can you beat someone? I fell asleep and accidentally rolled off the bed, hitting my face on the ground." Xie Lang opened his mouth to lie to the child.

"Then how can you still fall, how old are you, how can you be so careless!" Xie Yu leaned up to his brother and whimpered the wound, "It hurts so much, I'll blow it to you, does it still hurt? ?”

The milk-flavored wind greeted Xie Lang's face one after another, as if a piece of feather had been gently brushed, and it made Xie Lang want to laugh, "It doesn't hurt anymore, you can blow off the scab with two more blows." down."

"Then I'll blow it up again." Xie Yu whimpered again.

Grandpa cooked noodles for breakfast, and grandma was holding Xie Yuyu's small bowl to serve him noodles, when she saw the two brothers come out of the house, one with a wound on his face and the other with tears, his heart ached immediately.

"Oh!" Grandma's noodles were no longer filled, she put down the bowl and chopsticks and walked towards the two brothers, "What's the matter with this face? Didn't you look fine yesterday?"

Before Xie Lang could say that he was fine, Xie Yu, who had just been coaxed, cried again, "Brother rolled off the bed and onto the floor..."

"Oh, my heart," Grandma couldn't hear Xie Yu cry, she squatted down and hugged Xie Yu distressedly, "Stop crying, your brother is fine, he's grown up and can resist falling, stop crying , how can you cry so early in the morning."

"But my brother is bleeding..." In Xie Yu's impression, bleeding is a big, very painful injury, "Bleeding hurts..."

With a headache on his face, Xie Lang threw the child to grandma to coax the child very irresponsibly, and went to pat his buttocks, wash his face and brush his teeth.

After brushing his teeth and washing his face, Ou Chen came downstairs to see his father sitting at the dining table at home with a relaxed expression on his face. Xu Tianhui made him a cup of tea in an elegant manner.

Glancing at the sofa in the living room, Dad was typing on the computer keyboard expressionlessly. There was a pile of messy files beside the computer, and he was very busy.

It seems that he doesn't feel much about the presence of a living person at home.

"Father," Ou Chen just sat down opposite him when Sister Wang brought him a bowl of very fragrant seafood porridge, "Why are you here?"

"You little heartless one, you just said you would invite me to dinner yesterday, and you'll be taken away by your dream after sleeping today, right?" Dad deliberately lowered his voice when he said this, as if he was afraid of someone hear.

Ou Chen was very innocent, took a mouthful of porridge, and said vaguely, "Then I didn't say I would treat you to breakfast, and I have to go to school later."

"It's okay, I'll stay at your house and wait for you after school..." The old man looked into the living room with his chin propped up, "Isn't there no one in your house to entertain me?"

Ou Chen followed his gaze to look at his father, "My father? He has to go to the company later, who will entertain you at home."

"That's okay, I'll go to the company with him, anyway, I'm free when I'm free," the old man smiled, "I'll be a driver for your father later, and I'll pay him for drinking his good wine .”

Ou Chen didn't say a word, he always felt that something was wrong, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong, because Dad was the driver for Dad not once or twice.

but...

But after a long time, Ouchen didn't find any reason, shook his head, and continued to bury his head in eating breakfast.

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