Jiazi boy

"Fuck!"

Jiazi kicked a Coke can away with one kick.

Brown coke juice splashed and wet his gray overcoat.

The twisted traces meander down, like a bone dragon with teeth and claws.

ugly.

Embarrassed.

Passers-by on the side all looked sideways, looking at this young and good-looking boy with weird eyes.

Unheard of, Jiazi took out her mobile phone from her dirty coat pocket.

"Dog thief."

Jiazi's voice was gloomy.

"Well...you help me tidy up myself."

"Yes, it's her."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed a little surprised, and kept asking questions for a long time.

Jiazi was impatient, "Why do you ask so many questions?"

"Teach me a lesson, don't kill anyone."

The person on the opposite side asked, "Are you responsible for the consequences?"

"I take care of it."

"Tsk, you really don't miss old love?"

"You are not the same."

The person at the other end laughed twice:

"Then I'm not so desperate. I thought you would still call honey one after another when you were talking about it."

"How many days have passed."

"Then... the old place?"

Jiazi responded and hung up the phone.

He frowned and looked at the clothes splashed with Coke, and patted him several times in disgust.

"It's disgusting."

I don't know who is talking about.

Jiazi walked away, and the person who had been hiding in the corner of the wall just now slowly came out from the darkness.

"call."

The figure sighed, and the joy in the voice almost overflowed.

"Finally caught you!"

The author has something to say: die. . . .