When a ruffian meets a veteran

The next day, it was rare for Mi Yanchen not to get up early for morning exercises.As soon as he opened his eyes, he found that Ling Jianuo, who refused to sleep with him yesterday, was lying on his shoulders, with one hand on his neck, half of his small face was flattened, and his thin lips were slightly soft. Toot open, closed eyes quietly and obediently.

Mi Yanchen stared blankly for a while, only feeling that his heart was covered warmly.If he hadn't been thinking about Ling Jianuo's breakfast, he wouldn't be willing to get up at all.However, in this way, he still didn't get up to cook until almost nine o'clock.

"Mi Yanchen answered the phone. Mi Yanchen..." Seeing that the phone kept ringing non-stop, Ling Jianuo opened his eyes unhappily, seeing that there was no one around, he had no choice but to prop himself up and do it himself.

"Hey……"

After hanging up the phone, Ling Jianuo was stunned for a while before getting up with a cold face.He walked to the door of the kitchen and saw that Mi Yanchen was squatting in front of the stove and lighting the fire. The bright red light of the fire was imprinted on his face, and he looked surprisingly solid and heart-warming.The big iron pot was covered with a log lid, and the aroma of rice porridge rose from the cracks, tempting gastric juices to wriggle and saliva to secrete.

"You're up, breakfast will be ready soon." Mi Yanchen took three logs out of the stove and sent them to the bucket next to them to quench them.With a chirp, a burst of white smoke came out of the bucket.He got up and opened the small steel pot next to the iron pot, quickly poured two scoops of water into the washbasin, and then mixed a scoop of cold water. After testing the temperature of the water, he said: "Wash your face before brushing your teeth. Get some hot water. I'll go to the uncle's house next door to order some sour radish for you to serve with porridge."

Ling Jianuo followed what he said, wash his face first and then brush his teeth.He doesn't like people's nagging, but Mi Yanchen arranged everything in an orderly and meticulous manner, which made him very comfortable.If it's really possible, he thinks it's not bad to live like this for a lifetime.He may not understand love, but he needs such a person to care about him and accompany him.

On the field ridge outside the small window, Mi Yanchen strode over with an earthen bowl in his hand.Ling Jianuo looked away, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board, closed his eyes and cut a knife on his finger.Fingers connected to heart, he only glanced at the bright red liquid emerging from the three fingers, his little face turned pale in an instant, and the kitchen knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Mi Yanchen stepped on the mud on his feet on the pockets in the yard, and said to Ling Jianuo in the house: "Jianuo, we have a lucky meal today. The kimchi jar at the uncle's house is more than ten years old. I have tasted it, the radish skin and ginger are very crispy, you must like it."

Stepping into the kitchen, the silly smile on Mi Yanchen's face was immediately suppressed by the faint smell of blood.Seeing Ling Jianuo squatting on the ground with his back facing him, his heart skipped a beat, he put down the bowl, stepped forward to pull him up and asked, "What's the matter...you, how did you do this?"

Ling Jianuo heard his trembling voice, and there was a wry smile on his bloodless face. "I didn't know it was so sharp, I cut my hand accidentally."

Mi Yanchen stared twice, wanting to curse but feeling distressed.He dragged Ling Jianuo out of the kitchen, pushed him to sit on a stool in the main room, and went into the room to find alcohol gauze.Ling Jianuo held his bleeding left hand, grinning in pain.He really didn't know that the kitchen knife was so sharp, otherwise he wouldn't have used it so hard.Now it's all right, the fake show is real.

Ever since Mi Yanchen applied the medicine to Ling Jianuo, the black cloud on his face hadn't dissipated.After he cleaned up the blood on Ling Jianuo's hands with alcohol, his expression became even more stinky when he looked at the wounds on the three fingers.Ling Jianuo was afraid that he would get angry, so he had to endure the pain and let him toss about it the whole time. When one hand was wrapped into a third-class disability, he said weakly: "I'm a little dizzy, I want to go home."

"If you bleed too much, you will naturally feel dizzy." Mi Yanchen said angrily. Seeing his pale face, Mi Yanchen softened his voice and said, "Your hands are like this, and you can't ride a horse when you go up the mountain. The small clinic here treats both people and animals." , I don’t worry about sending you there, we’ll go back after breakfast, and I’ll take you up the mountain to ride a horse next time.”

"En." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Ling Jianuo heaved a sigh of relief, and sat obediently waiting for Mi Yanchen to set the table and serve breakfast.

Back in the kitchen, Mi Yanchen picked up the kitchen knife on the ground and looked at it for a while, then pursed his lips to wash off the blood on it.With the bright red washed away by the water, streams of anger rolled up in his deep eyes.After he cut all the kimchi that was coming into small pieces, he calmed down and went out with a bowl of kimchi, a pot of rice porridge, and two empty bowls.

"Be careful it's hot." He scooped up a bowl of porridge and put it in front of Ling Jianuo, and after glancing at him, Mi Yanchen scooped another bowl for himself.Ling Jianuo was terrified by his look, and hurriedly lowered his head to eat breakfast.

After a meal, Ling Jianuo didn't even look at Mi Yanchen again.Fortunately, Mi Yanchen didn't say anything, and after he finished eating, he cleared the table in two or three strokes.

On the way back, Ling Jianuo kept his eyes closed and rested under the pretext of being dizzy.He didn't know if Mi Yanchen had sensed his small movements, the eyes Mi Yanchen fell on him a few times were like knives, as if he wanted to dig two pieces of his flesh.After thinking about the details carefully, he felt that he was guilty of thinking too much.

When the car drove back to Lihua County, Mi Yanchen found a hospital first, took Ling Jianuo to re-medicated and bandaged before returning to California.Feng Xiuxiu was sitting at the front desk knitting a sweater. When she saw the two people coming in, she was stunned and asked, "Yanchen, didn't you say you want to play for a few more days? Why did you come back?"

"Jianuo came back when his hand was injured."

Feng Xiuxiu turned her head to look at it, frowned and smiled indistinctly.Mi Yanchen saw Ling Jianuo walking back without saying a word, and was about to catch up but was stopped by Feng Xiuxiu. "Yanchen, if you're not busy, just help me look at it for a while. I went to the laundry to get the clothes back, and Sister Liu said it had been washed for several days."

Ling Jianuo stopped, glanced sideways at Mi Yanchen who was standing behind the counter, walked quickly around to the backyard, and got out through the back door.When he got to the side of the road, he directly hailed a taxi and got in it. "Master, go to the alley."

The "Undercurrent" during the day is not as crowded as it is at night, but because of the cleaning and rehearsal of the actors, the "Undercurrent" still opens at [-]:[-] pm every day.There was soothing music playing in the bar, and there was only one young man sitting on the sofa, but behind him stood four mighty men in black suits.

"Brother Nine, that guy has been sitting here for half an hour, what does he want to do?" the braided man sat by the carved railing on the second floor and asked Xing Zheng who was opposite.

Xing Zheng shook his head and said, "I don't know this person either, but the smell on him is much stronger than those big guys in the alley."

"Smell?" The braided man was puzzled. He glanced suspiciously at the man on the sofa, then turned around and asked, "It's so far away, Brother Ninth, how did you smell something on him?"

Xing Zheng smiled but said nothing, took a sip of wine and said, "What do you think he came here for?"

The braided man shook his head and said, "I don't know. Does Brother Nine know?"

Xing Zheng was about to answer, when he suddenly saw the person who pushed the door and came in, he frowned and said, "Interesting. That person is probably here to wait for someone, but I didn't expect that the person he was waiting for was actually him."

The braided man looked downstairs when he heard the words, and said in surprise, "Isn't this a new guy from California? Didn't he say he was taken to the countryside by the guy from California?"

Xing Zheng glanced at him and said, "You know everything."

"Hey," the man with braids touched the braids on the back of his head, smiling embarrassingly. "I also saw that Brother Nine cared about the Californian, that's why people paid attention to things over there."

"Yeah." Xing Zheng responded dispensably, staring at Ling Jianuo who was walking towards that person, and said, "It's okay for you to inquire about things over there, but don't touch people's bottom line and annoy them .”

Ling Jianuo looked at the person on the sofa with a half-smile, and let out a sigh of relief: "Brother Jie."

"I thought you didn't recognize me as an older brother." Tang Wenjie refused to let him sit down, and he just crossed his legs and smoked a cigar.His eyes wandered around Ling Jianuo's body, and finally stopped on his gauze-wrapped hands, lowered his face and asked, "What's wrong with your hands?"

Ling Jianuo looked down at his left hand.The doctor at the hospital did not tie up one hand like Mi Yanchen did.However, because the wound was long and deep, and the doctor was afraid that he might get infected if he got wet, so he simply tied the three fingers together.

"It's okay, I accidentally hurt it."

Tang Wenjie nodded and continued to swallow the clouds.Ling Jianuo stood with his head bowed, and after waiting for a long time, he still didn't speak, so he pursed his lips and asked, "Brother Jie, if you have something to say, just tell me. Zhang Xiaodong..."

Tang Wenjie interrupted without waiting for him to finish: "You don't think I will do anything to that child, do you? Don't worry, I won't take my anger out on a child. Even if I get angry, I will punish you. I won't He killed such a big child in anger."

Ling Jianuo looked up at him, and quickly lowered his head again. "Brother Jie, please tell me something, Jianuo will definitely do it."

"Heh..." With a sneer, Tang Wenjie put the cigar out in the ashtray. He glanced at the busy staff coming and going, and suddenly said with interest: "You are basically outside all this time. I have been out for a long time. I didn’t see you dancing. The stage is good, show me a dance. Hmm... How about dancing ‘Trapped Beast’?”

Ling Jianuo raised his head expressionlessly, his gaze paused for a moment on his smiling face, then he turned and walked towards the stage.There was a man on the stage who was checking the wiring. He walked around the stage directly, stood in front of the man and explained, and then settled on the stage.

Xing Zheng received the news from below, smiled and ordered: "Do as he said, and turn on the lights for him later, remember to record the video, and keep it hidden."

The door was closed, the curtains were lowered, and the originally bright bar immediately darkened.Ling Jianuo's eyelids moved, and a beam of light happened to come on. He raised his head and glanced at Tang Wenjie below. He suppressed all his emotions, and his feet began to tremble with the beat of the music.

'Trapped Beast' was his famous dance in Lose, but in these years, he only danced it once.

The equipment of "Undercurrent" is really top-notch. The loud music and the lights with ghostly effects perfectly set off the darkness and obscurity needed in the dance.Ling Jianuo suppressed all his emotions, and released all the inability to face and the monstrous hatred that had been thrown at Ling Yuntian back then in his eyes.

He grasped the steel pipe in the center of the stage with both hands, and the meridian on the back of his hand was raised.Blood penetrated the white gauze from top to bottom, dyeing the silver steel pipe with a fishy smell.People in the distance couldn't see the bloodstains clearly, but he could see them clearly.Those reds are very similar to the glare that spread from Ling Yuntian's body and dripped all over the ground no matter how much he shouted.

The hatred in his heart was getting heavier and stronger, and the unwillingness was also getting stronger, but Ling Jianuo's eyes became more and more cold and ruthless.He felt that he had once again witnessed Ling Yuntian's tragic death, and the grief of being separated from his flesh and blood was about to bury him alive.He held his breath, forgetting how to breathe.His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and his dance steps were getting faster and faster. When the noise of broken strings suddenly stopped, he fell down on the stage in a daze.

The dazzling white headlights turned on, and the world was filled with whiteness, only his breathing was left alone in the quiet world.In the distance, it seemed that someone was applauding him, hilariously rejoicing at his sadness.Ling Jianuo slowly regained consciousness in his slack pupils, he wanted to know who was cheering when he was about to die of pain.

"I thought you had forgotten that period of hatred, but it seems that you still remember. Your dance is still the most heart-wrenching I have seen in these years."

Closing his eyes, Ling Jianuo suddenly thought of Mi Yanchen's suppressed rage when he saw his bleeding fingers, his heart trembled, and he turned over and sat up.The gauze that was originally white on his hand was already red, dripping with blood.

"Only you are the most ruthless in this world. Every time you expose my scars, you will expose them thoroughly." Laughing at himself, Ling Jianuo stood up protecting his trembling arms, jumped off the stage, and walked to Tang Wenjie to give in. Said: "Brother Jie, let me send Zhang Xiaodong back first."

Looking at the little face wet with sweat and the bleeding left hand, Tang Wenjie had a gloomy face.He couldn't believe that the accidental injury could be so serious.

"Tell Turtle Dove to bring that kid here." After ordering, Tang Wenjie said to Ling Jianuo again, "I'll have someone drive him back in a while, you can follow to the gate, and then we'll go straight back to City C."

Seeing what Ling Jianuo wanted to say, he interrupted directly: "Zhao Junsheng and Cheng Meimei's wedding will be held the day after tomorrow, don't you want to go back?"

Ling Jianuo lowered his head and thought for a while, then raised his head to hide the hatred in his eyes. "Of course I have to go back. Even if I don't go on their big day, I should go on behalf of Ling Yuntian."

Tang Wenjie seemed to predict that he would say so, curled his lips and said, "Zhao Junsheng annexed Yao Qianshu's 'Shuiyunjian', and now he is enjoying himself, and he dares to marry that bitch Cheng Meimei blatantly."

Ling Jianuo didn't answer, Tang Wenjie didn't mention Mi Yanchen, he was happy to see him.However, I don't know if Mi Yanchen would jump in anger when he left with Tang Wenjie just like that.Thinking about the tools in that room in the attic, Ling Jianuo always had a premonition that sooner or later they would greet him.

As soon as Zhang Xiaodong entered the door, he saw Ling Jianuo standing there. He rushed up and shouted: "Brother Jianuo, it's really you. They said I still don't believe it. Why are you here? Didn't you go to play with my uncle?" Did you go?"

Ling Jianuo took two steps back after being hit by him, but he was greatly relieved.How did Tang Wenjie find this place, and how did he find Zhang Xiaodong, he was not interested.He knew that Tang Wenjie had never been unable to do anything he wanted to do.However, he still lowered his face and shouted: "Zhang Xiaodong! You are not in school, what are you doing here?"

Zhang Xiaodong glanced at Tang Wenjie, shrunk his neck, and said with the hem of his clothes: "He said he was your brother, and he took me out to play, and you answered his phone calls. We have physical education class, so I followed him out. I want to go back to continue class later, but, I forgot about it after playing."

Ling Jianuo heard him talking more and more quietly, and sighed with his forehead: "Your uncle beat you last time you skipped class and it didn't hurt you, did you? You don't have a long memory, and your uncle's slap may not be able to calm you down."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaodong blushed anxiously, pulled Ling Jianuo and said: "Brother Jianuo, if you help me, my uncle is the best for you. He will listen to whatever you say, and he will not help me if you help me." will hit me."

Tang Wenjie narrowed his eyes and suddenly asked, "Who is your uncle?"

Ling Jianuo's eyelids twitched, and he took Zhang Xiaodong's hand and squeezed it: "This time I can help you hide it, but after sending you back, you can't say you met me. I'll call your teacher later How about you just pretend to be back from school when you get home?"

Zhang Xiaodong tilted his head and thought for a while, "Okay!"

Tang Wenjie glanced at Ling Jianuo, then plucked his ears and said, "Let's go after discussing."

After all of them left, Xing Zheng stood up, took over the short video recorded by his subordinates and said, "He really is a heart-warming kid, and that kind of dance even attracted me. Hehe, the guy from California might be happy to meet me. Bar."

In the car, Ling Jianuo coaxed and frightened Zhang Xiaodong again, and when he got to the intersection in front of California, he asked the car to put Zhang Xiaodong down, and then looked back when he walked into the hotel: "Let's go .”

Tang Wenjie stared at the hotel, anger flashed in his eyes, he stepped on the gas pedal, and came out with a bang.