Little follower

Qiao Chen stood at the door, looking at the dark home.

Quietly.

The yard was very quiet. He tiptoed in, and when he was about to turn around and lock the door, a huge, fluffy dog ​​suddenly appeared, galloped over and bumped into his lower back.

Qiao Chen was unprepared, he slammed his forehead on the courtyard door with a bang, and the sound was quite strong.

When he was screaming, he still didn't forget to lower his voice: "Fuck."

Unexpectedly, the dog barked very cooperatively.

Damn.

The same goes for pig teammates.

Qiao Chen turned around expressionlessly.

There was an urge to rush over and cover the dog's mouth.

And in the next second, the lights at home were like lights on a Christmas tree, lighting up all the way from the first floor to the third floor.

Immediately afterwards, mom and dad in pajamas appeared at the door together with Qiao Ru.

Not good.

There is an ambush.

Dad was holding a scrapped stool leg in his hand.

It is estimated that it was specially removed to wait for him.

Qiao Chen's face turned green.

The dog wagged its tail happily. He looked at the little master with a dead face, and then at the three big masters opposite him. He felt very happy, just as excited as before every family outing.

"Come here, baby." Qiao Ru clapped his hands at the dog.

The silly dog ​​ran over drooling, and was hugged by Qiao Ru.

Or it is under control.

At the same time, Dad also came over with the stool legs, his movements were arrogant, and every step he took was majestic.

At that moment, countless barrages floated past Qiao Chen's heart with a cool heart.

There is no escape.

This stool has thick legs.

Will it be crippled?Will he be crippled if he is beaten?

Maybe.

The hot pot is really delicious today hehehe.

Could this be the last time he ate hot pot in his life?

The leash doesn't work yet.

Doormat... yes there's a doormat too.

Let Erliang make a call to warn Wu Dafan.

Dad was already approaching, the legs of the stool in his hand raised high.

study hard, improve every day.

It is impossible.

It is impossible to go up in this life.

It's not that fighting is bad.

I, Qiao Chen, would rather die than surrender.

Who is not a baby anymore.

In mid-air, the legs of the stool fell heavily in the wind.

At last.

Greetings to the class teacher's future eight hundred lives.

Wen Sheng felt that Ba Cao was quite trustworthy.

Wu Dafan really didn't look for him again during those few days, and he never saw those two social little brothers again.

Even when they met occasionally in the corridor, Wu Dafan just pretended not to look at him.

The feeling of being treated as air by such a person is simply not great.

There may be no more intersections in the future.

This made Wen Sheng feel quite relaxed. After all, when he went to school every morning, he didn't have to worry about being suddenly beaten up and dragged into a corner to collect money.

Sometimes, a short period of calm may make people feel more at ease.

After all, I know that only the time in front of me is relatively carefree.

Wen Sheng didn't know how Qiao Chen discussed with Wu Dafan, but he intuitively felt that the way of discussion should not be very friendly.

Because Qiao Chen didn't come to school the next day.

And Wu Dafan happened to never show up again.

This is very telling.

On the third day, Qiao Chen came to school with a bad expression, gloomy, and even a small spot of bruising on his forehead. Although the swelling had subsided, it was still quite obvious.There are injuries on the arms that are occasionally exposed, as if they were whipped by something.

Wen Sheng immediately thought of a fight scene.

Dilapidated alleys, arrogant and injured teenagers.

Oh fuck the goddamn second brain.

But in reality, after seeing Qiao Chen, Wen Sheng still felt warm in his heart.

Subtle changes that are barely noticeable.

This is the first time anyone has been hurt for him.

emmm... a little moved.

Ok.

Be very fucking touched.

Qiao Chen didn't know why, the wound on his arm could be pulled out with just a cell phone, he gritted his teeth in pain, stared angrily at Lao Zhang who was talking nonstop on the podium, and hurriedly blew on his arm. Get angry.

I don't know if Wen Sheng has put on a layer of his old father's filter. In his eyes, the arrogant bully looks a little pitiful now.

I want to brush my hair.

Wen Sheng looked away, pretending to read the notes seriously.

Although when he was thinking about how to thank Ba Cao in the future, Qiao Chen was thinking in his heart that his father's attack was too fucking dark.

The weather was fine on Saturday.

The temperature rise's biological clock has been tuned/taught to the level of an alarm clock, and it is outrageously accurate.Even on weekends, the word staying in bed never entered his consciousness. When the old man in the park first started practicing Tai Chi, he got up early.

Wen Yu hadn't woken up yet.

After Wen Sheng changed his clothes, he went downstairs to buy two breakfasts. When he brought them home, Wen Yu just came out rubbing his eyes.

"After washing your face, come over to eat." Wen Sheng put the steamed bun soy milk on the table, turned his head and said, "Hurry up, the steamed stuffed bun will cool down quickly."

Wen Yu nodded, and immediately sped up her pace and slipped into the bathroom, where she started to wash up.

"Brother will go out to buy some things in a while. After dinner, you can play by yourself for a while. I will take you upstairs to your aunt's house at eight o'clock. Let me think about it..." Wen Sheng took a sip of soy milk and looked up at the wall "About ten o'clock, I'll pick you up, okay?"

Wen Yu asked, "What are you going to buy?"

"Mobile phone." Wen Sheng said, taking out the cobweb elderly phone from his pocket, "This one is no longer usable."

Wen Yu tried pressing the buttons a few times.

Wen Sheng leaned over.

The two looked down together.

It took nearly a minute for the screen to light up leisurely, quite a sense of sight of a blockbuster movie being broadcast in a theater.And the spider web is covered with a piece of iridescent film, which is so colorful that it is no longer clear what words were originally displayed.

Wen Sheng asked in a low voice, "Can it be repaired?"

"No." Wen Yu also lowered her voice.

"Then why do you think you're so serious about it?" Wen Sheng was immediately amused, "I thought you knew how to repair?"

Wen Yu took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun: "You can learn it later, first take it apart and practice."

"Don't even think about it," Wen Sheng said with a smile as he shook the elderly phone, "This is a classic model, and I will keep it as an heirloom in the future."

Wen Yu smiled: "It's too classic."

At eight o'clock with 10 minutes left, Wen Sheng stood up from the small sofa, patted Wen Yu who was dozing aside: "Get up, go to Auntie's house."

"En." Wen Yu put on his coat.

The two went out the door one after the other and walked upstairs.

I thought that Aunt Liu would be at home today, but when the person who opened the door appeared, Wen Sheng was stunned, a little surprised.

What followed was a burst of heartfelt surprises.

"Sheng'er?" The person who opened the door was a young man in his 20s. He looked a little tired, but after seeing Wen Sheng, his tired look was quickly swept away and replaced by a very happy smile. , "Long time no see, you... seem to have grown a lot taller."

The boy has a handsome face and looks very approachable. After measuring his height with a smile, he saw Wen Yu standing in front of him, and said with a smile: "Wen Yu looks more beautiful than last year, and you are more beautiful." It doesn't look like much anymore."

"It didn't look like that at first, my sister is prettier than me." Wen Sheng smiled, "When did you come back?"

"The day before yesterday, I've been drunk these two days." The boy yawned and said, with two faint black circles under his eyes, and his tone pretended to be dissatisfied, "Hey, why are you more rude than last year? You didn't even call me brother .”

"Okay, okay," Wen Sheng hooked the corners of his mouth, and shouted in one breath, "Big brother, brother, brother Cheng, brother Cheng, is it okay this time?"

"Well, just barely." The boy waved his hand.

The young man in front of him is Aunt Liu's eldest son, Cheng Yang. He has lived upstairs in Wen Sheng's house since he was a child. He grew up with Wen Sheng's brother and sister. When I came back, except for the winter and summer vacations, this person basically disappeared during the rest of the statutory holidays.

In the previous life, the two people were not particularly close. Since Wen Sheng left this city, the contact with Cheng Yang has gradually faded, and in the end they basically lost contact. Looking for each other in the contacts is basically nothing. people.

It's... a pity.

Cheng Yang stepped aside and looked at Wen Sheng: "Come in and talk."

"Not yet, I still have some things to do." Wen Sheng said, "There is no one at home, so I want Xiaoyu to stay at your house for a while, okay?"

"You know, you are so poor now that you are polite." Cheng Yang said.

Wen Sheng cleared his throat, "Show me some face."

"Okay." Cheng Yang said, pulling Wen Yu over, "Wen Yu says goodbye to brother."

"Goodbye, brother." Wen Yu said.

"Goodbye." Wen Sheng said.

"Well, good boy." Cheng Yang patted Wen Yu's hair.

Wen Sheng didn't say anything, turned around and went down the stairs.

Cheng Yang stood at the back for a while, and when Wen Sheng had almost finished going down this level, he leaned on the railing and rushed down to shout again: "Sheng'er."

"What's wrong?" Wen Sheng stood on the penultimate step and looked up at him.

"Come here when you're free." Cheng Yang seemed a little hesitant, "I'll give you a test, you... don't seem to be in a good mood recently."

After thinking about it, I changed the euphemism.

It shouldn't irritate him.

Wen Sheng raised his head and was stunned.

Cheng Yang's face was a little far away from him in mid-air, and it was a little blurry, but he could still feel the worry in his expression.

Wen Sheng grasped his cuff in a daze, and fastened his fingers unconsciously.

Is he already so obvious?

Did Cheng Yang see it so easily?

What should I do?

Countless thoughts flashed through Wen Sheng's mind at that moment, but each thought was fleeting, making it impossible for him to think of an answer to a certain problem.

When all thoughts flow silently like running water, there is only a blank space left.

"I..." Wen Sheng opened his mouth and said with some difficulty: "I will think about it. Thank you."

He didn't even have the patience to wait for Cheng Yang's next words, and ran down the stairs as if fleeing for his life.

When he pushed open the unit door and faced the icy cold air, he became a little more awake, not as dazed as before.

As if just out of the deep water area, there is a feeling of breathing.