I overturned my car after I slapped Gao Leng school grass by mistake

"Are you still wronged?"

Zhong Xun and Song Yijin took the same bus to the scenic spot. After getting on the bus, he sat down by the window. Just as he lowered his head and took a bite of the rice ball, his phone vibrated suddenly, and he shivered in fright.

It was Chu Tingdong who called, but he never replied. Chu Tingdong was a little worried, afraid that Zhong Zhonglin would go back suddenly.

The mottled and messy wounds on Zhong Xun's cheeks and body hadn't healed very much, and it was obvious that he had just touched someone, which was enough for Zhong Zhonglin to get angry, hold him down and slap him to death.

"Uh..." Zhong Xun bit the rice ball and picked up the phone.

"Have you got in the car?" Chu Tingdong asked him.

"Hmm..." Zhong Xun's face was pale, his eyes were bigger, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. He picked the cotton wool on his arm, and said hesitantly, "Why did you suddenly find me?"

He didn't sleep well last night, and he was too fucking picky, there were hundreds of boys in the school, why did he pick one who was so good at fighting?If you break up suddenly now, you will be beaten to death, right?

Although he was serious about fighting Chu Tingdong, Chu Tingdong might not be able to get it all, but he wanted to win Chu Tingdong, which sounded like a fantasy.

He was so apprehensive that he didn't dare to talk to Chu Tingdong anymore, for fear of being caught out.

Zhong Xun didn't wait for Chu Tingdong to speak, and whispered uneasily, "Brother, I'm about to drive... If it's okay, I'll hang up first?"

Chu Tingdong paused for a moment, then hummed lightly, and Zhong Xun's heart skipped a beat, thinking that Chu Tingdong seemed to have heard something, even though he didn't say anything.

He was upset, and when he arrived at the scenic spot, he realized that he had been holding the phone tightly, and there was a red mark on the palm of his hand.

He lowered his head and hesitantly clicked on the few messages that he didn't dare to read last night, and at the top Chu Tingdong gave him a small heart back.

In addition to Song Yijin and Wang Pang, other students in the class came out to play, adding up to a dozen people.

Song Yiling had been staying in this scenic area for more than ten days, and when they arrived, he drove down the mountain with his friends to pick them up.

But Zhong Xun does not go with them.

He picked up the order in the photo studio, came to follow the photo shoot, and separated from Song Yijin and the others, so he waited by the side of the road with a DSLR.

"Xiao Zhong!" About 10 minutes later, a dilapidated off-road vehicle drove up. A tall, thin man in his early 30s wearing sunglasses stuck out the window and waved to him, "Get in the car!"

Zhong Xun got into the car door and sat down, frowned in distaste, "What's the smell in your fucking car?"

Liao Feng turned his head to look at him, smiled and said, "The car fragrance, I think it's pretty good."

Not a bad fart.

Zhong Xun wanted to vomit at first, but his Adam's apple kept rolling, and he couldn't even eat the rice balls, so he wrapped them in plastic wrap and held them in his hands.

"There is no work today, and there are not many clients," Liao Feng told him, "You see who you want to be with, and I will take the rest. Now I will take you to meet the two who have already come."

It is said that Liao Feng used to be an independent photographer. He once traveled alone to South America and Africa for photography, and also took pictures of the polar regions of eternal day and eternal night, and won many awards.

The photo studio he opened is considered relatively large in Ningcheng. Apart from taking some wedding photos and family portraits in the studio, he also takes outdoor and private photos.

Zhong Xun met him when he went to nightclubs with Song Yijin and the others in the first year of high school. After getting acquainted, he would take some photo studio orders to retouch pictures, and occasionally took photos since last year.

However, he doesn't like to take pictures of people, he finds it annoying, so he rarely accepts them. It's only recently that he is short of money, so he accepts orders again.

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhong Xun frowned, feeling like he was about to vomit if he said another word.

After driving around the mountain road and stopping at the entrance of the hot spring hotel, Zhong Xun threw away the leftover rice balls, put on his DSLR, and got out of the car with a Polaroid.

As soon as Liao Feng raised his head, his expressionless face instantly turned cold.

His facial features are very deep, some traits comparable to mixed blood, his eyes are especially deep, no matter how beautiful he is with a cold face, he will not make people feel soft, and his bones are engraved with rebellion, like a little snow leopard with a slightly arched back and a whole body on guard.

What came over was a middle-aged couple, both in their 50s and [-]s, who froze in place when they saw Zhong Xun.

"Boss Liao, is this the photographer you were talking about?" The uncle was especially excited, and his face turned black instantly.

He stared at Zhong Xun, ripped jeans, bruised snow-white knees protruding from the holes, a T-shirt with messy chains, messy hair, one-sided earrings, jaw , cheeks, cheekbones, red, swollen and purple wounds, and finally met the pair of eyes that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Yes..." Liao Feng was at a loss, not knowing what was going on, he opened his mouth to explain, but was interrupted again.

"It's not easy for us to set up a stall to sell goods. The money we have worked so hard to save," the uncle drooped his face and frowned. Take a wedding commemorative photo, and you find this little hooligan to fool me? What can he take?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help spitting, cursing in a low voice, "Who doesn't know how Lao Zhong and his mother divorced? I took a wedding commemorative photo. Is it a bad luck to ask him to come here?"

His wife pulled his elbow from the side, but staring at Zhong Xun, she couldn't help pursing her lips in disgust.

There are no attractions worth visiting in Ningcheng. During the holidays, they can only climb the mountains in the suburbs. Liao Feng's photo studio is near No. [-] Middle School, so it is not surprising to meet acquaintances.

Zhong Xun's expression remained unchanged. He leaned back and sat on the hood, playing with the Polaroid with his fingertips, his forehead hanging down to cover his eyes a little.

After staying up late last night, the corners of the eyes were still a little red, and the arcs they provoked were extraordinarily beautiful.

"If you don't shoot, get out." Zhong Xun was too lazy to talk nonsense.

"You just talk to the elders like that?!" The uncle was so blocked that his heart hurt a little, and he immediately became angry. Anyway, he and Zhong Zhonglin used to work in the same unit, and Zhong Xun should call him uncle, "You mess around with these fools outside. Does your dad know about defrauding money? Why is there no tutoring at all?!"

The flow of people at the hot spring hotel is quite large, and many people stopped to watch without knowing why.

Zhong Xun was a little annoyed. While listening, he raised his camera and snapped a photo of them, loudly.

"Okay, I'll take a picture for you." Zhong Xun waited for Polaroid to get a photo, and then threw it in front of the uncle and his wife.

He jumped off the hood, smiled suddenly, and whistled slightly contemptuously, "It's your wedding anniversary, uncle, then I wish you two different dreams in the same bed, and we will be separated."

The uncle was already so angry that his lips trembled. When he looked down at the photo, veins popped up on his forehead and his face flushed. He rushed over and raised his fists, but Zhong Xun easily dodged it.

"Forget it, it's just your old bones." Zhong Xun lowered his eyelashes and said with a sneer, "I'm afraid of being touched by you."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head and left, shook the camera in his hand, and said to Liao Feng, "Brother Liao, I'm going to pick up another order."

He and Liao Feng are not in an employment relationship, Liao Feng is more like an intermediary, if a client wants to contact him, Zhong Xun is too lazy to take care of these things, and will pay Liao Feng a little commission.

So he didn't want to shoot, and Liao Feng couldn't control him.

"Is this plausible?" The uncle was so choked that he was about to have a cerebral hemorrhage, "No wonder Lao Zhong couldn't help but deal with him. If it were my son, he would have skinned him long ago, and grass has grown on his grave!"

Liao Feng was confused, but the photo was smashed and thrown in the ditch without him having time to see it.

Zhong Xun went to contact another single owner, they were two girls who were studying at university in Ningcheng, and now they are about to graduate and plan to go around and take some photos.

They haven't arrived yet, Zhong Xun is waiting at the foot of the mountain.

With injuries all over his body, he was sitting on the motorcycle rented by the scenic spot, shaking his feet boredly, digging at the edge of the SLR with his fingertips, with no expression on his face, staring at the people coming and going.

After staring at it for a while, I couldn't help harassing Chu Tingdong, but when I opened the chat box, I didn't know what to say.

Chu Tingdong just arrived in City S more than an hour ago. He was going to Chu's house to pack some old books and clothes in the morning. He was halfway through when he heard crying from Chu Ningjiao's room on the second floor.

Then came the anxious comfort of the stepmother, and the nanny kept walking around and contacting the doctor.

"Miss, miss, you need to take painkillers first..."

Chu Ningjiao has not passed the developmental test, and secretly increased the intensity of training under pressure. She did not tell the coach that she fell to the waist while practicing a difficult movement last month. Although the operation was successful, it will take at least three months to fully recover. moon.

Pain and anxiety were pouring down on her like a torrential rain, making it difficult to breathe.

But Chu Henglin didn't appreciate it, he just thought she was too nonsense, even stupid, and now she couldn't even participate in the Asian competition.

Chu Tingdong didn't respond. He lowered his eyes to pack his luggage. His eyelashes were very long, but they were not curled up like Zhong Xun's, so there wasn't even a soft line. His eyes were dark and cold.

He picked up a Costen and was about to pack it into a suitcase when the phone suddenly vibrated on the pillow.

[Zhong Xiaogou: Brother, click on this. 】

It's a pitch-black picture, I don't know what the hell is going on, I can't see clearly at all.

Chu Tingdong lowered his head and nodded, the screen gradually lit up, and clusters of bright and small fireworks exploded, spelling a few words in a loop, I like you, I like you.

Knowing that it was a sugar-coated cannonball, Chu Tingdong couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling up, and the haze that he deliberately ignored in his heart was engulfed by the exploding fireworks.

[Zhong Xiaogou: Are you home yet?what are you doing? 】

【: Pack up old books. 】

Zhong Xun dialed a video, and Chu Tingdong picked it up. Zhong Xun first saw his face, then glanced behind him, his eyes were rounded, and couldn't help uttering a dirty word, "Damn it."

He knew that Chu Tingdong's family was rich. After all, although Chu Tingdong was low-key and simple from head to toe, he basically didn't have anything below four figures, especially that watch, which he thought was worth [-] to [-] yuan.

But no matter how I thought about it, I never thought that there would be such a level of money, so I was dumbfounded.

There is a floor-to-ceiling window behind Chu Tingdong, and the open-air balcony is clean and clear. If you look outside, you can see that it is a Linjiang villa. It is solemn and simple, and it is very old. money man.

He was in a daze, but suddenly a fluffy head popped out of the camera, it was the Siamese cat that Chu Tingdong's head looked like.

"It's so dark." Zhong Xun couldn't help muttering, he and the cat stared at each other cautiously.

He bought a bottle of soda, drank it with a straw in his mouth, lowered his eyelashes to watch Chu Tingdong pack his things, when Chu Tingdong talked to him, he raised his head and grinned, and the lying silkworm followed suit.

Chu Tingdong has not known him for a few months, but for some reason, he can tell that he is pretending to be happy.

"What's wrong?" Chu Tingdong asked him after a pause.

The smile on Zhong Xun's face suddenly couldn't hold back, and the corners of his mouth gradually dropped, and he turned into his usual lackluster expression again, his brows were slightly frowned, showing stubbornness from the inside out.

After hesitating for a while, he sent the photo to Chu Tingdong.

"The order I took happened to meet an acquaintance." Zhong Xun picked the label of the soda bottle with his fingertips, afraid that Chu Tingdong would think he was too troublesome, but he still said, "It didn't work out, and we almost got into a fight."

Chu Tingdong clicked on the photo, it should be a middle-aged couple, the man is a little bald, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and loose suit pants, very stiff, it looks like he doesn't usually dress like this, the woman has newly permed hair , a long floral dress.

Just looking at the photo, there seemed to be no problem, Chu Tingdong stared at the man's face, which looked familiar.

He recalled a little, and remembered that it was the first time he saw Zhong Xun being beaten, the uncle who was smoking a cigarette in the corridor and wearing a slipper vest, booing and applauding, and asked Zhong Zhonglin to slap his face hard again.

"You probably don't recognize... this person is Zhong Zhonglin's former colleague, who also lives in my building." Zhong Xun bit his nails, "He and his wife came to take a wedding commemorative photo."

Chu Tingdong From the perspective of photography, this photo is undoubtedly quite well taken.

Zhong Xun's shots are always clean and sharp, even overly rational. He changed the black and white filter, and at the entrance of the hotel where the crowd is noisy, everyone seems to be still, only this couple, holding hands intimately.

But the woman seemed to want to walk backwards, but the man stopped deadlocked. They all frowned slightly, and the corners of their mouths raised a little, but it was not a smile, but more like a sign of hysteria.

In the middle of the shot is the mountain range behind them. In fact, there is still a long way to go, but Zhong Xun skillfully captures it in the shot. The steep ridge just becomes a blurred and clear midline, overlapping the hands of the couple. up, like a crack in the sky.

A well-loved couple is photographed with light and shadow splitting, seemingly in harmony with each other, no matter who sees it, even if they don't know photography, they can understand what it means to fall apart at a glance.

"Uh..." Chu Tingdong's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't make a sound for a while.

He knew that this child was stubborn and stubborn, with a sensitive heart, like ten donkeys in his pocket, but this was the first time he felt so directly and shockingly that photography brought a very strong impact.

Just like Zhong Zhonglin looked down on his cronies, Zhong Xun also looked down on Zhong Zhonglin's group of poker friends. Zhong Zhonglin beat him like a performance that lasted for more than ten years. These people were never absent and always enthusiastic audience.

He even thought about jumping off the roof of the building, not because he wanted to die, he hadn't lived enough, he just wanted to fall to a bloody mess and torn apart, so that this building would become a haunted house.

From then on, everyone including Zhong Zhonglin had to live on the streets, living in bridge holes and stinky ditches.

But when I grew up, I realized that it was not feasible, so I abandoned this idea.

After Zhong Xun sent it, he regretted it. He didn't know what kind of psychology he had, and he dared to send it to Chu Tingdong, as if he was complaining.

But he never showed this side to Song Yijin and the others. This is different from fighting. Fighting in school will not be looked down upon, but most boys think it is quite handsome.

Moreover, he is the boss of Song Yijin and the others, even if he is only on the street of Yizhong, he cannot shrink back or be weak.

These photos are another kind of malice that gouges out the bones and cuts the heart. It is full of bad water, and the cracks in the bones may be burnt black. It is all the evil in his heart, which is not clean at all.

He bit his lips belatedly, and wanted to hang up the video.

But he had already hung up the phone once in the morning, and if he hung up again, he felt that Chu Tingdong would be unhappy.

"Actually, we can't blame them. A gangster like me with a bad reputation and wounds all over his body is very troublesome at first glance." Zhong Xun turned his head, smiled quickly, and then said softly, "What if I shoot a It's not worth it because I got into trouble, ha, anyway, I've always been like this, and I can't change it, I'm not sure I'll go to jail in the future, it's a good thing not to come to me, who would like to have a criminal record I take pictures of myself, and I take pictures that are ugly, maybe I will take pictures of them all in a weird way..."

He spoke indifferently, with a smile on his face, thin red lips, very soft, but every word he uttered was like a sharp knife, but the tip of the knife was aimed at himself.

"Zhong Xun." Chu Tingdong interrupted him suddenly, and he listened quietly for a few minutes, his chest gradually became stuffy and sore, forcing him to speak.

Zhong Xun was startled, lowered his head, and bit his lips even tighter.

"You took very good photos, I've seen them before," Chu Tingdong said calmly and inexplicably convincing, "Isn't the photo of the art performance still hanging on the school's official website?"

Zhong Xun muttered, "So what?"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his throat was blocked, sore and swollen. Something wet poured out from the bottom of his heart and poured into his eye sockets. His eye circles turned red uncontrollably. A few tears.

His cheeks became wet, and he couldn't hold it back. He couldn't wipe it off no matter how hard he wiped it off, so he moved the phone lens away in embarrassment.

"It's okay, just cry for a while if you want to cry." Chu Tingdong said to him.

"I'm just a little bit wronged," Zhong Xun tried to save face, his voice was hoarse, and he emphasized in a low voice, "It's very little."

"Well," Chu Tingdong didn't laugh at his childishness, and said in a low voice, seriously, "I know."

Zhong Xun didn't know why he was hit by these simple three words. He squatted on the ground, buried his head in his knees and cried. He cried until the two girls who ordered to take pictures arrived, and he wiped his face vigorously. , finally looked up.

Taking pictures of them is much more worry-free. Zhong Xun is equivalent to taking pictures and playing with them. He spent an afternoon and half an evening visiting half of the scenic spot with them.

At around 10:30 in the evening, the whole day's journey was over, and I was too tired to lift my feet.

Zhong Xun was still carrying the equipment and the messy props used for shooting, his shoulders were sore, and the injury in his lower abdomen was throbbing. He was staring at gold stars. He stopped with them at a noodle shop in the scenic area, planning to have a meal before leaving .

"When the shooting is finished tomorrow, I will edit the photos and send them to you in about a week." Zhong Xun was so hungry that he ordered beef noodles. "If you need the original film, I will also send you a copy."

"Okay, don't worry." The two girls even ordered a few more dishes, which counted as treats to him, after all, they were too tired after the day.

One of them couldn't help but said, "I didn't expect you to be in high school when I made an appointment before."

Zhong Xun only cared about eating, he raised his head and bent his eyes in his busy schedule, he caught a glimpse of the screen of his phone lit up from the corner of his eye, and sent a message to Chu Tingdong a few hours ago, Chu Tingdong only replied now.

[Reported lost: What were you doing just now? 】

Zhong Xun and Song Yijin lived in a hot spring hotel. The two girls booked a homestay half an hour away by car. Zhong Xun took the tram in the scenic spot and took them to the door of the homestay.

On the way, Chu Tingdong finally replied slowly.

[Victim of Zhong Puppy: High-speed rail ticket inspection. 】

Zhong Xun was stunned for a moment, and asked him, "Didn't you return to Ningcheng the day after tomorrow?"

[Zhong Puppy Victim: Changed the contract. 】

Chu Tingdong originally wanted to stay in City S for two days. After all, when passing through Ningcheng, the high-speed train had to back up once, then change to a plane, and it took several hours to drive to a villa in the suburbs. He left Ningcheng at night, five or six in the morning Arrived at noon.

During the day, I have to pack my luggage, deal with the Chu family, and then go to visit the coach, which is very hasty.

Zhong Xun also knew that Chu Tingdong had just returned from the hospital with him not long ago, and he had taken care of him with a fever the night before, and he hadn't closed his eyes for two or three days. He thought that Chu Tingdong would stay at home for a while.

"I'll pick you up!" Zhong Xun called him.

Chu Tingdong wanted to say no, but before he could speak, Zhong Xun hurriedly shouted, then hung up with a snap, causing his ears to ring.

Zhong Xun sent the two girls to the B&B, but he didn't leave, so he stayed at the door of the B&B to take a taxi.

Chu Tingdong said that he would come to the hotel to look for him. He should have taken the high-speed train passing through the scenic spot, and it took him a long time to take a taxi there.

It was cold at the foot of the mountain in the middle of the night, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The two girls asked him, "Hey, aren't you going back to the hotel?"

"I..." Zhong Xun hesitated, he pulled the camera bag over his shoulder, his ears suddenly burned, anyway, he was a stranger, he showed the courage to die, and said, "I will pick up my boyfriend."

……

When Zhong Xun arrived at the station, his ear was still hot. He rubbed it vigorously, but it turned red and could not be touched.

It was only slightly cooled by the mountain wind at night.

Late at night, and close to the wilderness, the station was deserted, with only one or two people. This place was much smaller than the hall of Ningcheng Central Station, and Zhong Xun came here for the first time.

He squatted at the exit of the station and waited. After waiting for a while, he got up and walked outside the station door for a shake, and came back to squat after shaking.

When he walked out again, he turned his head, Chu Tingdong was wearing a black T and jeans, and came out of the station pulling a suitcase. He had tall legs and straight shoulders, so he could be caught in the crowd at a glance.

However, there were not many people who took the car at night, and they dispersed quickly, and the hall became empty again.

Before Zhong Xun dared to move forward, he was afraid of the same, for fear that he would be exposed as soon as he met Chu Tingdong.

But Chu Tingdong looked indifferent, raised his eyelashes, and stretched out his hand towards him, and he ran over like a dog.

As soon as he approached, he was pulled into an embrace. Zhong Xun's back felt numb and tensed instantly, but it didn't feel like he wanted to vomit.

Chu Tingdong leaned over slightly, hugged him, and when he turned his head to talk to him, Zhong Xun felt a warm, unemotional kiss on the tip of his ear.

Then that tired but smiling voice sounded, too tired to look lazy, a little ruffian, but not annoying, and asked him in a low voice, "Are you still wronged?"

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