Big Brother's Little Sheep

After sharpening the knife, he raised his hand and chopped it down, and the skin, flesh, and bones were cut open in response.

A few drops of sesame oil were added to the soy sauce in a small dish, soaked in a few grains of minced garlic, it was so fragrant that I even sniffled my nose a few times.

The sound of chopping and chopping was endless, and Yang Zhen quickly brought out a plate of white chopped chicken, with yellow skin and white meat, crimson bones and soft tendons.

On how to call this dish, Yang Zhen insisted that it must be called "white-cut chicken" instead of "white-cut chicken". The word "cut" is stronger than the word "cut", and has a ruthless meaning, like a knight-errant who is happy to beg for revenge, with blood and murderous aura.

Yu Xin would never argue with Yang Zhen on such a small matter.It's pointless to argue about this, he would rather pick his teeth, bite the toothpick that has been roughened by the torture between his teeth, and stand suavely at the door of Yangji Chicken Shop, staring at Yang Zhen up and down.

"Hey, do you want to pay the protection fee?" Yu Binbin said next to him, "It's 1000 yuan a month. Seeing that you are a new store, Brother Xin even gave you a [-]% discount. That's enough loyalty."

Yang Zhen didn't lift his head: "You."

Yu Xin leaned against the door, blowing out a mouthful of cigarettes, twisting and twisting.

"Binzai, is one thousand a month expensive?" he asked.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive." Yu Binbin said, "Brother Xin is the most fair, and the whole street knows it."

Yang Zhen continued to chop the chicken without raising his head: "I won't hand it in. Get lost."

If Yu Xin listens to Yang Zhen's two words more, he will be crippled.He didn't bother to pick up the toothpick when it fell off, and asked, "Hey, let's not talk about this. Did you agree to the question I asked you last time?"

Yang Zhen finally raised his head: "What's the matter?"

"Just follow me." Yu Xin said, "I'll cover you."

Yu Binbin: "Brother Xin means that he likes you, he wants to..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Xin punched her and pushed her out of the door.

Yang Zhen lowered his head to chop the chicken again, and after chopping half of the stewed chicken, he spoke slowly.

"You're too short, I don't like it."

Yu Xin felt sad all at once.

"Eight hundred a month, okay?" He said, "It's a discount, it's really cheap. The whole street doesn't have such a low protection fee like yours."

Yang Zhen still bowed his head to chop the chicken, but the corner of his mouth twitched, it was an indistinct smile.

"If you don't like it, you don't like it. You can't force it." He spoke with a very sad tone.

Yu Xin scratched her head, feeling helpless and a little sad.He called Yu Binbin back, bought half a chicken from his trouser pocket, and left.

When the sun is about to sink, one side of the buildings will be illuminated, red and very warm; the other side is already dark, and the clothes that have not been confiscated are floating around on the bamboo poles, only relying on two clips Dangerously clasping the body eager to soar.

In this twilight wind, Yu Binbin took out the money in his trouser pocket and counted it, and reported to his elder brother: "Brother, today I collected 50 yuan for protection fees, and now there are 21 yuan left. We each use it for a cup of milk tea?"

Yu Xin didn't speak, just stood on the street in a daze with a white chicken in her hand, and within 2 minutes, she was called by the seventh woman from the development gallery to help move the light box.The light box is not heavy. After the two of them moved it, they turned around and saw that Qi Po and his grandson had already untied the bag containing the chicken, and looked at it with great interest: "Xinzai, are you buying chicken from Yangzai again?"

"That's right." Yu Xin said, "I bought it specially for you. Isn't it your birthday today? It's eighteen years old!"

Desheng Street is an old street, because it is full of nail households, so it has not been able to move smoothly.The newly built overpass made a beautiful turn outside, bypassing this old street, and carrying the galloping city forward.

Yu Xin lives at the end of the street, and Yang Zhen's Yangji Chicken Shop is on the street, and the two are about a 10-minute walk away.

...Walking here means running forward.Yu Xin personally tested it every day in the past few days, and there will be no mistakes.

Yang Kee Chicken Shop is an old shop that has been selling boiled chicken, marinated chicken, and salt-baked chicken for more than [-] years.It was opened by Yang Zhen's father. After his father left, Yang Zhen came back.

When Yu Xin came to collect the protection fee for the first time, she was shocked.So handsome, so damn handsome—Yu Xinlu wouldn't leave, groping and sitting in the shop, his eyes kept glancing back and forth at Yang Zhen.

Even Yu Binbin could see that something was wrong, poked him on the back and said, "Brother Xin, don't, that's a man."

Yu Xin ignored him, still staring at him non-stop.

He didn't know why he suddenly became interested in Yang Zhen. Maybe it was because Yang Zhen was handsome, maybe because the fried chicken he cooked was delicious, maybe because his voice was nice, maybe because the phone case he used was exactly the same as his own, maybe because Yang Zhen The tables, chairs and benches of Ji Ji Shop are all small wooden tables and stools that he likes very much, not the plastic tables and chairs used in most fast food restaurants nowadays.

Although Yu Xin is a gangster, he has always felt that he has a romantic heart.So he felt that it was not impossible for him to fall in love with Yang Zhen.

And he felt that Yang really didn't hate him.

Although he likes to ignore his answers, he will still answer him with a sentence or two.

He was counting on these few sentences to feed the little chick in his heart that kept throbbing.

Yang Zhen tidied up the tables and chairs, closed the rolling shutters, and ended the day's business.

His leg injury has not fully healed, and he needs crutches to go upstairs.

The storefront of Yangji Chicken Shop is on the first floor, and he lives on the second floor.The place is not big, but it is well-equipped.After Yang Zhen finished washing, he lay down on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief.

There were faint noises from the construction site in the distance, and the Desheng Street facing the store was already covered with the usual desolation in the silent night.Behind the house is a lively night market with bright lights.Yang Zhen did the calculations on the bed for a while, and felt that the calculations were meaningless, and he still couldn't make ends meet, so he sat up and began to tidy up the things on the ground.

Not long after he moved back, he spent most of his time in the store, and he didn't care about tidying up the house he lived in.There were also certificates of merit for his junior high school students on the wall, and he peeled them off one by one.

The old paste is very solid, strong and tough, and a large piece of wall covering is glued to the back of the certificate, and it falls down.

Yang Zhen peeled off a layer of skin on the wall of his house, but a lot of rubbish fell on the ground.He sat on the ground and cleaned, and took out the old things in the small cardboard box one by one.

The small cardboard box contained all the gadgets he had before he left home in high school. He dug out a few point cards, then dug out the expired exam papers, and finally saw a photo at the bottom of the carton.

This is his primary school graduation photo, and the children in the photo are all smiling silly.Yang Zhen quickly found himself, smiled, and saw a person in the row above him with a particularly beating expression.

He froze for a moment and turned the photo over.

The graduation photo has been molded, and there is a piece of paper sandwiched behind the case, with several rows of students' names written on it.

Yang Zhen found out that the person standing above him who deserved a slap in the face was Yu Xin.

Yang Zhen now remembered that he and Yu Xin had a grudge against each other.

Yu Xin transferred to Yang Zhen's class when she was in sixth grade. Because of her small size, she sat in the first row and had no connection with Yang Zhen in the last row.

Yang Zhen was very short-sighted at that time, and he refused to wear glasses because he thought it was not good-looking——Yu Xin was too far away from him, and he was the only new student in the class. Yang Zhen remembered other people's faces, but only I don't know what that person looks like.

One day later, he was walking home with a schoolbag of books on his back. As soon as he entered the corner of Desheng Street, he heard scolding and kicking in the alley.

Although Yang Zhen was thin, he had a height anyway, and he was a little eager to do what was right, so he immediately poked his head around and looked into the alley.

It felt bad at first glance: it was the classmate he couldn't recognize clearly who was beaten.

Because of the tanned summer vacation, Yu Xin wore a bright yellow soccer jersey again. The color contrast was extremely strong, and Yang Zhen recognized it immediately.

He swallowed, pulled up all his strength, and yelled: "Beat me!!!"

The beaters and those who were beaten all looked up at him.

Yang Zhen and Yu Xin glanced at each other.

Then he saw the indistinct Yu Xin open his mouth.

"He's rich!" Yu Xin pointed at Yang Zhen and shouted loudly, "I'm not lying to you, he's really rich! If I lie to you, I'll beat you up!"

Yang Zhen: "..."

Yu Xin's words and that straight finger had received a stronger impact than ever before on his worldview and outlook on life.

Those gangsters who were a little higher than Yu Xin came to ask Yu Xin for money to play games, upon hearing this, they immediately dumped Yu Xin and surrounded Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen panicked, but he couldn't run away, so he could only stand his huge schoolbag on his chest, leaning his back against the wall and shaking non-stop.

Several gangsters searched him, turned his schoolbag upside down, and finally found fifty cents.

"I'm sorry." The leader looked apologetic, stacked five ten-cent bills, put them back in the interlayer of Yang Zhen's schoolbag, and carefully zipped it up, "Brother, I'm sorry, remember to study hard."

Then several people turned their heads and beat up Yu Xin who was still standing in the alley.