Human ladder

"It's the one I like, the one I'm chasing after."

He Zhang looked at Wen Yan who was already drunk like a bastard in front of him, endured the twitching in his heart, and silently drank the beer in the disposable plastic cup in his hand in one gulp.

No one would be in a good mood when facing their own childhood and coming out of the closet, especially a few days ago He Zhang was still imagining what kind of virtuous and good wife Wen Yan, a bastard, could find with his face , Today this bastard came to tell him directly that the bastard has been bent into a ball.

Still sitting in front of him with a look of being hurt by love.

He Zhang sucked the beer in his mouth depressedly, always feeling a bit fucked up in his current mood.

Wen Yan, who was already drunk, raised his eyelids to look at He Zhang's face, and sneered terribly: "What's the matter? Didn't he just come out of the closet, scared like this?"

He Zhang felt that he was not in a fucking mood now, he wanted to hit someone a little bit.

He Zhang endured a twitch in his stomach, feeling that the pain in his heart that was frightened by Wen Yan had transferred to his internal organs, he almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Which bastard is it?"

The voices of the two people are not too loud in the hustle and bustle of the night market. The table behind them is full of vomits. In the world of adults in groups of three or four, what are the two teenagers talking about? Insignificant a lot.

In the midst of the turbulent quarrel, Wen Yangang's almost arrogant expression suddenly faded, and the corners of his mouth curled up as if he had something on his mind that he couldn't express, and suddenly brought out a bit of bitterness.

Like that name, it can take away all his confidence and arrogance in an instant.

Wen Yan lowered his head, his sweat-soaked hair was pasted on his forehead, the greasy hair was really not neat, but He Zhang knew how good Wen Yan was, even popular male stars felt Not as handsome as him, the narcissistic young master who always feels that he can capture the hearts of countless girls wherever he goes, has really become decadent these days.

Even the tails of his naturally upturned eyes drooped at this moment, and then he said with a smile: "I can't tell you, the man hasn't agreed yet, it's not good to ruin his reputation."

As he spoke, he cleared up the remaining beer on the table like drinking water, and waved his hand to leave.

He Zhang looked at Wen Yan's serious look, and finally couldn't help calling him: "Hey, what... what about your family?"

Wen Yan maintained that half-raised posture, as if a relative came suddenly at home and didn't know whether he should stand up or not.

As he lowered his head, the open neckline was blown up by the night wind, and the wind penetrated from his neck into his collar and rushed to his chest, disturbing his heartbeat so much that it couldn't beat steadily.

He knew that it was him who was afraid.

It's just that that burst of fear, like the wind that just rushed into his chest, quickly dissipated in the night.

Under the red, green and green neon lights, his expression is that of a young man who is fearless even if the sky falls.

Wen Yan: "Hey - I got my mom out of the way before confirming the relationship with him, so that when he comes home with me, my mom won't break his leg."

For some reason, seeing Wen Yan's appearance of defending his sweetheart everywhere made He Zhang feel uncomfortable.

He grew up with this bastard since he was a child, and his father kicked him from the sixth floor to the first floor... Damn, how difficult is the future of this bastard?

"Hey." He Zhang looked up at Wen Yan, and finally pushed the unattractive black-rimmed glasses helplessly. Under his thin fingers, his trembling hands seemed to be determined and held back Inner discomfort.

"I accept it. Even if you like a man, you are still my brother. Lead me to take a look at it another day, and see if your kid's vision is terrible."

Wen Yan stood up, smiled condescendingly at He Zhang, Jiu Jin punched his head and suddenly lost his footing, the beer bottles piled up under his feet collided crisply, he heard the noise of someone punching and refusing to admit it, he heard The waiter apologized loudly, and heard the impatient horn of the car from farther away.

He seemed to see that little bit of light and hope ignited in this noisy city full of fireworks.

Especially when his special bell rang in his pocket, Wen Yan suddenly had an unreasonable impulse in his heart.

He answered the phone almost eagerly, and just as the hello came to his mouth, he heard the voice on the other side of the phone following the gentle night wind, every word entered his ears.

Wen Yan pressed the phone a little closer to his ear, which almost brought a bit of hasty lust.

He was so distracted that he didn't realize what was said there, and He Zhang, who couldn't help but look at it with a smirk, couldn't help but get goosebumps.

He didn't even know what he was joking about.

Wen Yan: "Huh? What did you just say? Say it again."

So he heard a soft sigh over there, and repeated what he said just now verbatim: "There are still 10 minutes to lock the door, are you coming back?"

Wen Yan, who was smirking, shook his head and was planning to hire a taxi to go back... As for the man named He, he might have already been thrown [-] miles away.

Shit, this bastard!

"Hey, you drank too much, be careful when you go back."

As soon as He Zhang remembered the look of Shuang beating eggplants when Wen Yan called him out, he answered the phone like a ghost, and now he didn't use alcohol to relieve his worries, with a pissed, pissed face All of a sudden, peach blossoms bloomed all over his face.

Wen Yan, who had been scolded by He Zhang all night, was actually not in a good mood as He Zhang thought, because the reason why Lu Congqi thought of calling was probably just out of the responsibility of being his big brother all the year round.

It can be heard that Yan feels that it is not too much for anyone to like to go on the road.

He just leaned in the back seat and looked lazily at the receding tree shadows outside the car window, talking nonchalantly with Lu Congqi: "I'm going back now...drink some wine."

Lu Congqi's unhurried and unhurried style of speaking suddenly changed, and he babbled to Wen Yan: "Why are you drinking again? Are you an alcoholic? Are you addicted to alcohol at such a young age?"

Wen Yan was not angry when he was scolded, and listened with a face of enjoyment, nodding his head from time to time to show that he was listening.

So after talking on the same channel for half an hour, the two finally reached a consensus.

——I really indulged this guy too much, and this time I was forced to talk about it for half an hour.

——I'm still too used to Wen Yan, and I haven't realized that I'm wrong after half an hour!

The two of them were at odds for a while, before Lu Congqi compromised and said, "Where are you? I'll go out to pick you up."

The school is not far from where they eat. Wen Yan watched the surrounding buildings become familiar, so he said indifferently: "Right now. What? I knew you missed me."

The car had already started to slow down, but Wen Yan suddenly saw through the car window several people dragging one into the alley behind the school's back gate.

He turned his head quickly to pretend he didn't see it.

Wen Yan's school is a public high school in this city, so it's not surprising that such a thing happened.

"Okay, stop talking, I'll hang up first."

He knew that Lu Congqi would not care about his occasional cheap talk, but he still couldn't bear the loneliness and wanted to tease him.

After all, it was cheap, Wen Yan saw that the person being dragged was wearing the school uniform of the school, and four or five people quickly dragged the person into the dark alley.

Wen Yan got out of the car, stood on the road only one street away from the alley, and slowly approached through the dark alley with leisurely steps.

It was very quiet near the late night campus, and the sound of punching and kicking did not pass through any obstacles to Wen Yan's ears. He happened to be blocking the entrance of the alley, standing in the backlight and watching the scene in front of him.

Unsurprisingly, it was nothing more than a gang fight outside the campus.

Wen Yan had no interest at all, and his unruly face was still pale as if blown by the cold wind after drinking, he frowned, listening to the rampant oppression that became more and more unscrupulous under the soak of the night, he was indifferent as if he was watching a farce.

Of course the person who was beaten was in pain, but the other party was afraid that he would yell out, so he purposely stuffed his mouth with clothes, Wen Yan could still hear the intermittent wails of pain.

Finally, someone found Wen Yan's existence, looked at the figure blocking the light source and yelled in shock: "Who?!"

Wen Yan heard that the voice seemed to have become sharper because of being frightened, and suddenly sneered, thinking, what are you afraid of if you dare to do such a thing in the middle of the night?

He turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and directly shone it on the faces of the people opposite, and when a few ferocious and rampant faces were reflected, Wen Yan began to feel a different kind of pleasure in his heart.

He raised his chin coldly and remembered these faces one by one before he opened his mouth: "Wen Yan."

Wen Yan is not afraid that these people don't know him, but he definitely doesn't want to meddle in this kind of nosy business.

"Oh~ it's Brother Wen, hasn't our boss told you about this? This kid is in arrears with the internet fee for two months in the store. There's nothing we can do about it."

Wen Yan could see that the person who came was about his own age, but there were a lot of big gold chains and tattoos on his head. At first glance, he was an 'outsider'. Moved up and walked past them with the light of the mobile phone illuminating the road.

He had to go through this alley and meet the passers-by at the back door.

When passing the man who fell on the ground, Wen Yan could already smell a faint smell of blood, and the effect of alcohol made him feel faintly sick.

He heard the man groan almost for help, so he stopped and said in a tone almost merciful: "Don't worry, they won't kill you."