Big Brother's Little Sheep

Yang Zhen drove home.He sat in the car after turning off the engine, and didn't recover for a long time.

Yu Binbin's words shocked him.

In his impression, Yu Xin was not like this.

He is a gangster on Desheng Street, a young man who hangs around at the door of the chicken shop and blushes and looks at himself every day, a little bastard who beats people indiscriminately and thus spoils his own plan.

It was the child who ran desperately across the scalding ground on that scorching summer day.

The car was extremely hot, Yang Zhen lowered the window, and the wind brought in.

At the same time, there is also the aroma of lemon.

The lemons were ripe, but Yu Xin was absent-minded, and he didn't bother to pick them.

Yu Xin lied to him, which made him angry.Very angry.The anger burned his heart and lungs like something tangible. He raised his arm and slammed it hard on the steering wheel a few times.

The ear-piercing sound made him feel that the place he was in was empty and deserted.

Anger receded, and unwillingness and grievance rose up like rising tide waves.

Yang Zhen sat in the car for a long time.

When he entered the house, the first thing he did was to call the shop he frequented and ask where the main shop of the garage was.

The car repair shop that Yu Xin invested in is a chain store, which was just established a few years ago, and has opened branches in several places in the blink of an eye.Yang Zhen asked about the address of the main store, and decided to squat there the next day.

After finally waiting for Yu Xin, more than half a year has passed.

During the past six months, Yu Xin lived very carefree.Don't worry about Yu Binbin, and don't need to worry about your own love, just travel around the world with your bank card in your pocket.

The English instruction manual can be understood in a dictionary, but not in spoken English.He installed a translation app on his mobile phone, and carried a concise Chinese-English dictionary with him. After running for half a year, he seemed to be able to speak fluently.

It has become a routine activity for Yang Zhen to come to the main store every day to guard Yuxin.

He seldom entertains, and his work is not too busy, so he comes to the shop when he is free.Not daring to enter the door to wait, Yu Binbin drove him several times with a broom, and he ran to sit in a tea restaurant opposite the car repair shop.

Sometimes I take my computer with me, look at the information and then raise my head, staring at the door of the car repair shop for half a minute.

Sometimes I bring a book with me, frowning and flipping through it inscrutablely, because I am so addicted that I even forget to keep it.

The owner and waiter of the tea restaurant all knew him and asked him why he came every day.

Yang Zhen said calmly, "A debt collector."

It was raining lightly that day, and it was not dry or crisp, and it fluttered down from the sky.

Yang Zhen hates this kind of rain.It's a bit exaggerated to hold an umbrella, but if you just walk a few steps outside empty-handed, your hair and eyebrows will be wet.

The autumn rain is falling layer by layer, and the day is getting colder.Yang Zhen opened the car door, thinking that today he was going to drink milk tea mixed with a lot of saccharin creamer and low-quality tea powder in a tea restaurant, and suddenly felt a little nauseous.

He hid in the shade of a tree, stepped on a dry floor tile, lowered his head and lit a cigarette.

When she looked up again, she saw Yu Xin coming out of the Sha County snack bar and walking towards the door of the car repair shop.

Yang Zhen was very surprised: he didn't expect Yu Xin to be like this—with so much money, chain stores opened one after another, yet they still looked like this.

A well-washed plaid shirt, a tasteless T-shirt with flesh on it, and the word "fitness" can still be seen.On the leg is a pair of jeans, which only reach the knees, and they are also worn out. There are several holes in the pants. Because the body is too old, it is impossible to identify whether the holes are unique designs or real holes.Yu Xin walked not far from Yang Zhen, and stood still, the feet in the open-toed slippers seemed to be tense, and the toes retracted.

After admiring his attire, Yang Zhen slowly raised his head and set his eyes on Yu Xin's face.

Yu Xin held a glass of drink in her hand and a straw in her mouth, staring at him dumbfounded.

No change, he hasn't changed at all.Yang really thought, he still looks like he can't support the wall.

Yang Zhen thought about what to say.He still hasn't recovered his mind - he didn't expect it at all, so he just waited for Yu Xin.

After half a year, I really thought about everything.Yu Binbin said that Yu Xin was fine, alive and kicking, here in Europe for a while, and for a while in South America.Yang Zhen even felt that he and Yu Binbin had become comrades-in-arms: Yu Binbin sometimes skipped work and asked for leave when he was lazy, but Yang Zhen was unshakeable and must report every day.

"Tell him that I'm looking for him." Yang Zhen told Yu Binbin.

Yu Binbin refused: "Brother Xin would beat me up if he knew that I was helping you pass the message."

Yang Zhen felt that Yu Binbin was really unkind, too unkind.But standing under the tree today and looking at Yu Xin's shocked face, Yang Zhen realized that Yu Binbin also helped him: for example, he didn't tell his cousin about Yu Xin waiting for him at the door of the shop.

The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, without saying a word.

Yang Zhen couldn't take it anymore, and took a step forward.

Yu Xin seemed to be frightened, threw the drink cup aside, turned around and ran away!

"...Damn it! Why are you running away!" Yang Zhen stepped on the cigarette and immediately chased after him, "You lied to me, why the hell are you running away!"