Master Zuojing is sticking to me again

The night after passing the small auditorium, what Wen Xiaoyu was most afraid of hearing was He Xiran's crying.Now that he suddenly cried so loudly, Wen Xiaoyu's scalp went numb, making him feel even more sour than the knife on his shoulder.

"Idiot, don't cry, you won't die." Wen Xiaoyu frowned, and pushed his windy right knee forward, and the dagger fell to the ground with a "clang" sound again, and the man knelt down, clutching his crotch and wailing. go down.

Wen Xiaoyu pushed He Xiran away, pointed at him and said, "If you dare to run around, be careful, I will kick you too."

He Xiran didn't seem to be listening to what he said at all, staring at his left shoulder and crying non-stop.

Wen Xiaoyu closed her eyes: "I will kick you even if you cry."

The stab was not too deep. Although he gave up his entire back at that time, when the tip of the knife pierced into the skin, he turned sideways a little according to the force, and did not hurt the bones, but the distance he pulled down was not counted. Short, the blade should be quite long.

He has completely killed three, and there are two left on the child star side.The child actor's physique was as good as that of the others, but he was beaten to the point of squatting on the ground with his head in his arms, screaming.

Wen Xiaoyu was so angry that he picked up the dagger and ran over in two steps, jumped up and bumped into one of them, and at the same time pushed his chin with his right shoulder.

The man was pointing at the child star and scolding him for being useless, and when Wen Xiaoyu hit him so hard, his teeth snapped shut, probably biting the tip of his tongue, and he bent down twice, covering his mouth with two "woo hoo".

Wen Xiaoyu raised her foot again, and kicked him hard on the shin of his calf with the tip of her shoe, feeling a little regretful that she didn't wear a pair of pointed leather shoes today.

But that alone was enough for the man to collapse under a nearby tree with his mouth covered.Wen Xiaoyu turned around and grabbed Lan Mao's hair, with the dagger across his neck forcing him to the base of the wall step by step.

"Wen Xiaoyu, Wen Xiaoyu, didn't we have any enmity before?" Lan Mao begged for mercy, "Feng Zhanpeng asked us to support him today. I didn't expect it to develop into what it is now."

"Then how do you want to develop? Beat me too hard to fight back?" Wen Xiaoyu asked with the corners of his mouth raised.

"Don't dare, dare not, I didn't think about anything, we will not violate the river water in the future, why don't I hide and run when I see you?" Lan Mao said with a bitter face.

Wen Xiaoyu withdrew the dagger, tossed it in his hand, and then stuck his blue-haired ear into the crack of the wall next to his head, and said in a low voice:

"Tell Feng Zhanpeng, I won't fight back about this matter today, but if he dares to do it again, I will pay back the knife twice today, do you hear me clearly?"

"Listen...you can hear me clearly." Lan Mao's face turned pale with fright, the blade didn't touch him, but his ears still turned red in an instant.

Wen Xiaoyu pulled out the dagger and slapped his ear with the blade, scaring him so much that he covered his ears and squatted down screaming.

"Stop howling, those who are dragging you get out!" Wen Xiaoyu kicked him.

Lan Mao crawled to the other accomplices on his knees, waking up those who pretended to be dizzy, and had to drag those who were really dizzy away.

"Wen Xiaoyu... are you alright?" Tong Xing came over with a bruised nose and swollen face and stretched out his hands, as if he wanted to help him but didn't dare to touch him.

Wen Xiaoyu looked at his left shoulder, the blood had already reached his waist, and he said, "How about I slash you to see if there's nothing wrong?"

"Forget it." Tong Xing laughed awkwardly twice, which was uglier than crying.

Wen Xiaoyu went to see the tearful man who was about to cry, and was so worried that he was about to catch up with the child actor's stupid head.

"Stop crying, can't you?" Wen Xiaoyu waved at He Xiran, "I'm crying to death, hurry up and help me."

He Xiran ran over with sobs, opened his mouth as if to scold him, and cried even more painfully when he saw the blood all over his body.

"Oh my God..." Wen Xiaoyu tilted her head to hide, and walked home like she was in mourning.

He was worried that his appearance would frighten Grandma Wen and Wen Muchen, so he wanted to send Tong Xing to check if they were asleep first, but he was caught by two people in the yard as soon as he entered the gate.

"You guys, are you here?" Seeing so many people coming to play at his house, Wen Muchen happily ran over, but when he saw the three of them, he ran back to hide behind Grandma Wen in fright.

"How did it happen? Fighting again?" Grandma Wen, who was big-hearted and calm, also turned pale with shock.

"It's okay, I..." Wen Xiaoyu wanted to express that his injury only looked terrible, but it was actually not serious, but he pulled his right hand, but he couldn't pull it out of He Xiran's arms.

"...I'm really fine." Wen Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and twitched twice, but was hugged even tighter by He Xiran.Forget it, give up.

In this way, he was surrounded by several people and returned to the house. Wen Muchen was next to Grandma Wen, looking nervous and frightened, wanting to see his injuries but not daring to look directly.

Realizing that Wen Xiaoyu was staring at him, Wen Muchen shrank his neck, whispered with red eyes, "It hurts."

"My brother is fine, it doesn't hurt at all." Wen Xiaoyu tried not to smile so ferociously.

"Take off your clothes." Grandma Wen ordered him.

Wen Xiaoyu hesitated and said, "Let my brother go to bed first."

"It's okay, let him exercise his courage." Grandma Wen's face was full of anxiety, and she reached out to take off Wen Xiaoyu's clothes, "If you bleed again, you will die."

"Hey, hey, I'll take it off, I'll take it off myself." Wen Xiaoyu tugged at the hem of her clothes, dumbfounded, "It's so serious."

"Stop laughing, don't you know how ugly your face is?" Tong Xing reminded him.

Wen Xiaoyu sighed, he didn't feel much pain, but he was quite thirsty, so he said to He Xiran whose tears were falling down, "Go get me a glass of water."

He Xiran wiped his tears and turned around to pour water. Wen Xiaoyu sucked in the air-conditioning and took off his shirt. The amount of bleeding was not large, but the wind blowing outside just now delayed a little time, and the clothes were already stuck to the wound. When he took off, he bit He gritted his teeth and didn't swear.

"Fuck, you're so ruthless." Tong Xing scolded for him.

Grandma Wen brought physiological saline to wash his wound, Wen Xiaoyu pointed to Tong Xing and said, "Don't touch your hands, let him do it for me."

As a result, the child actor suffered from Parkinson's, his hands trembling non-stop.Grandma Wen looked at him with disgust, and pushed him away: "Look at you, get up, let me do it."

After finishing speaking, he quickly washed Wen Xiaoyu's bloody shoulders and back.

Wen Xiaoyu had long felt that his grandma was unusual. At first glance, she looked like the only normal person in the family, but after getting along for a long time, her nature was exposed.

"Why don't you go get some stitches?" Grandma Wen asked with a frown as she wiped his wound with alcohol cotton.

"I'll lie on your sewing machine, you can tie me a few times." Wen Xiaoyu said, "Here's a peony pattern."

Grandma Wen glared at him, and he smiled and said, "Such a shallow wound will heal in two days, and there is really no need to sew it up."

His brother muttered, "I want little red flowers."

"Isn't this red?" Wen Xiaoyu deliberately threw her blood-stained clothes to his side, making him scream in fright.

He Xiran stood beside him with water in his hand and looked at him, as if he was dumbfounded, the tears didn't bother to fall, but his hands were shaking badly.

"If you shake it again, I'll finish it. Take it here and let me have a drink first." Wen Xiaoyu squeezed He Xiran's finger when receiving the water.

He felt a little tired for himself, obviously he had been stabbed, but he ended up coaxing one after another when he got home.But after coaxing him, he felt a bit, and he didn't seem very tired.

After waking up the next day, Grandma Wen wanted to ask him for leave. Wen Xiaoyu felt that it would be another trouble if the matter got to Lao Zhao, so she stopped her from calling.

He finished a bowl of blood-enriching soup that Grandma Wen had stewed early in the morning, passed the bowl over and said, "If I drink another half bowl, my wounds will heal."

Grandma Wen looked at him dissatisfied, and filled another whole bowl.

"I want to drink too." His brother also woke up early to have breakfast with him, looking at the soup in his bowl and swallowing.

"You'll get nosebleeds if you drink it." Wen Xiaoyu threatened him.

Wen Muchen covered his nose suddenly, and said in a low voice, "Then I won't drink."

After breakfast, Wen Xiaoyu went out with her schoolbag, turned out of the alley, and saw He Xiran standing under the ginkgo tree in a daze, with a small electric donkey parked beside her.

"Where did it come from?" Wen Xiaoyu asked.

"Don't worry about it, I'll ride for you." He Xiran's eyes were still a little swollen, and his voice was hoarse.

"Crying again at night?" Wen Xiaoyu clicked his tongue, and put his schoolbag on the pedal, "Why let me ride, shouldn't you take me?"

"...I won't." He Xiran said.

Wen Xiaoyu took a look at the brand new electric scooter, there was indeed no footprint on the pedals.

"Okay." Wen Xiaoyu stepped up, turned to look at He Xiran, "come up."

"I don't sit." He Xiran clutched the strap of his schoolbag, keeping his eyes on his left shoulder.

Wen Xiaoyu: "It's okay, as long as you don't poke me."

Wen Xiaoyu was quite surprised that the young master would think of others.He waited for a while, and seeing that He Xiran was still unwilling to come up, he twisted the handle and slid forward slowly: "If you don't sit down, I'm really leaving."

Who knew that He Xiran was really not pretentious this time, he walked forward with his schoolbag on his back, and didn't stop when passing him.

It was a bright autumn day, and He Xiran was wearing a lake blue sweater that was more dazzling than the sky. His straight legs were wrapped in tight jeans, and his round peach buttocks were really eye-catching.

Wen Xiaoyu squinted his eyes staring at his back, speeded up the car and came in front of him, glanced at him from the corner of her long and narrow eyes, and said solemnly: "Come up."

He Xiran pursed her lips and stared at him for a few more seconds, then sat in the car shyly, touched his waist with both hands when adjusting the position, and swung away as if getting an electric shock.

Wen Xiaoyu cleared his throat to suppress his smile, started the car and said, "Change your pants this afternoon."

"Why?" Thinking that his pants were dirty, He Xiran checked the left and right sides suspiciously.

Wen Xiaoyu turned his face sideways, just in time to see him hanging his head, with a furry curl on the top of his head.

"Ugly." Wen Xiaoyu said.

"Huh?" The little crying cat puffed up, and finally stopped limp.