Wild and easy to tame

I let you go!

After Duan Yi finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave the Internet cafe. When passing by the owner of the Internet cafe, he stopped and said to the owner of the Internet cafe in a low voice, "Brother Chen, I'm leaving, but that person is still there."

The owner of the Internet cafe who was training Ding Chen and the three of them heard about it, and temporarily stopped calculating the compensation, and replied boldly to Duan Yi: "Next time, brother will reserve a private room for you."

"Thank you." Duan Yi raised his hand and waved, "Let's go."

After Duan Yi left, Feng Zhuo took the initiative to find the owner of the Internet cafe.

When Yan Jia ran into the Internet cafe panting, Feng Zhuo was paying compensation for the equipment he smashed.

Seeing him, Yan Jia ran over immediately, and asked worriedly, "Brother Zhuo? How are you? Have you been hurt by them?"

Feng Zhuo originally wanted to chuckle lightly, but because of the injury at the corner of his mouth, he didn't laugh in the end, instead he hissed in pain.

Seeing his virtue, the owner of the Internet cafe smiled shortly, and teased: "This guy's destructive power is about to catch up with my husky, and the three cowards on the opposite side can't beat him alone. He can hurt a lot."

Yan Jia let out a deep breath instantly.

He patted his chest to relieve his worry, and said to Feng Zhuo who had already paid the boss: "Let's go, it happens to be almost night, come home with me for dinner."

When Feng Zhuo came out of the Internet cafe, the evening sun was shining golden and dazzling.

He squinted his eyes, went down the steps leisurely, kicked small stones with his feet to play, and said in a casual tone: "I just had enough."

Yan Jia was stunned for a moment, and then understood the meaning of Feng Zhuo's words - full of anger.

"It's not about Brother Zhuo," Yan Jia comforted him, "It's not worth getting angry over those scumbags."

Feng Zhuo couldn't tell he was irritable in his heart, he suddenly kicked away the pebbles he was playing with under his feet.

It's like kicking all the bad moods away.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Jia opened his mouth and began to whisper next to Feng Zhuo's ear: "Life is like a play..."

As soon as he started, Feng Zhuo cursed in a low voice: "Shut up!"

Yan Jia knew that Feng Zhuo was impatient to listen, so he skipped to the important part: "Because of trivial things..."

Feng Zhuo was so angry that he chased after him, locked Yan Jia's throat with his arm, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Yan Jia didn't dodge, and Feng Zhuo covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm trying to make you feel relieved."

"What the hell can you say besides memorizing "Don't Get Angry"?" Feng Zhuo said in particular with disgust: "You're almost becoming a Tang monk who always recites magic spells!"

Yan Jia laughed, "Then who are you, Monkey Sun?"

"Come, come, call Master to listen."

"Get out of here!" Feng Zhuo cursed angrily, pushed Yan Jia forward, and kicked Yan Jia before he stopped.

The two were jostling and running down the street.

Not only did Feng Zhuofei not go to Yan Jia's house for dinner, he even kidnapped Yan Jia to eat KFC with him.

When we came out of KFC, night had already fallen.

Feng Zhuo and Yan Jia separated at the intersection and went back to their respective homes.

After turning the corner, Feng Zhuo had just walked for a while when he suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a dispute at the entrance of a certain restaurant in front of him.

He didn't pay attention at first, but the person surrounded by a circle of people had a face very similar to his.

But paler than he looked, sickly pale.

It was only then that Feng Zhuo noticed that this restaurant was the Shangxianyuan mentioned by Feng Yue.

And the one who took the lead in bullying Feng Yue was Ding Chenshao who just had a fight with him in the afternoon.

There is a doorman at the entrance of the hotel, and there are passers-by constantly passing by in front of the door.

But they were all just spectators, no one stepped forward to stop them, they just watched Feng Yue surrounded by them, ridiculed and pushed.

Feng Zhuo quickened his pace and rushed forward.

"Go away!" He cursed coldly, reached out and grabbed Ding Chenshao's back collar, and with the other hand, went up in a circle.

Ding Chenshao was caught off guard by Feng Zhuo's punch. Before he could react, he was thrown out by Feng Zhuo vigorously.

Feng Zhuo violently pulled Feng Yue, and then pushed him, "Let's go!"

Feng Yue looked at Feng Zhuo flattered, did not move, but approached Feng Zhuo, wanting to stay, and called him: "Brother..."

Feng Zhuo glared at Feng Yue fiercely, and cursed in a bad tone: "I'll let you go!"

Ding Chenshao wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and snorted: "It turns out they are twins, and I still said, how come Brother Zhuo is so docile as a little sheep in the blink of an eye."

"Brother Zhuo's younger brother is also here, so I don't have to say hello." Ding Chenshao raised his voice to the younger brothers who came with him to make troubles: "Why are you still standing there, come on!"

Feng Zhuo's eyebrows were stained with violence, and he got into a ball with the few people who rushed towards him with a gloomy expression.

Feng Yue had never experienced this kind of scene since he was a child, and it was the first time he was in a group fight. With no experience, he imitated Feng Zhuo's posture, punching and kicking the people who rushed over.

But he was still punched several times, his face hurt and his body hurt too.

After Feng Zhuo knocked down a few, he turned his face and saw Feng Yue was surrounded by three people and beaten.

He stared fiercely at Ding Chenshao who was shaking his fist at Feng Yue, strode forward, grabbed Ding Chenshao's wrist from behind, then raised his foot and kicked Ding Chenshao's stomach.

"You're so stupid!" Ding Chenshao was about to get up and lead someone to beat Feng Zhuo, when someone next to him yelled, "The police are here!"

Ding Chen and his group immediately ran away.

Panting for breath, Feng Zhuo saw Feng Yue who had fallen to the ground with a red face, and the other party was making fun of him.

Like a fool.

Feng Zhuo glanced at Feng Yue, frowned in distaste: "A master who is holding back."

Regardless of the pain oozing blood from the corner of his mouth, Feng Yue rolled his eyes with a smile and said, "Then I will try not to hold my brother back next time."

Feng Zhuo didn't speak, turned sideways without looking at him, and stretched out his hand awkwardly to his younger brother who was sitting on the ground.

Just when he pulled Feng Yue up, Kang Rong and Feng Boyang who came out of the restaurant saw this scene and rushed over immediately.

"What's the matter?" Kang Rong pulled Feng Yue distressedly, and saw that his youngest son's face was bruised and purple, and the corner of his mouth was torn and bleeding. He was frightened and asked in a trembling voice, "Xiao Yue, what are you doing?" How did you get beaten? Who hit you? Your brother?"

Feng Zhuo turned his face suddenly, staring at Kang Rong without blinking.

No one noticed, and a look of injury flashed across his eyes without much change in his expression.

Feng Yue quickly explained: "No, I was being troubled by a group of gangsters. Brother happened to see it when he rushed over, and helped me beat them off."

"Mom, you misunderstood brother." After Feng Yue explained, he looked at Feng Zhuo cautiously, for fear that Feng Zhuo would turn his head and leave.

After hearing this, Feng Boyang said to Feng Zhuo: "Then you shouldn't bring your brother to fight."

Feng Zhuo had nothing to say.

He laughed, nodded in agreement and said, "It shouldn't be."

Feng Zhuo asked back with a smile: "I told him to get out, he insisted on not leaving, so he must be beaten and blame me?"

Kang Rong frowned and said angrily, "Xiao Zhuo, what are you talking about? How can you tell my brother to fuck off?"

"Mom, don't say that brother..." Feng Yue interjected with a frown.

Feng Zhuo ignored it, and continued to say to them with a half-hearted smile: "Oh, it's really my fault. Those people came to settle accounts with me, but they found the wrong person."

"I'm sorry," he said in a lazy tone, apologizing without sincerity, "I let your precious son be beaten."

After he finished speaking, he turned to leave.

Feng Yue stretched out his hand to grab the corner of Feng Zhuo's clothes, and murmured anxiously: "Brother...you've come here, go after dinner."

Feng Zhuo snorted, pushed Feng Yue's hand away, and corrected: "Explain, I'm just passing by."

Immediately, he glanced at the three of them coldly, and said mockingly: "Besides, I'm just an outsider, so I won't disturb your family of three."

Feng Yue froze in place, and Kang Rong and Feng Boyang also had embarrassing expressions for a moment.

"Xiao Zhuo..." Kang Rong frowned and called Feng Zhuo, but Feng Zhuo didn't pay attention, turned the corner without looking back, and disappeared from their sight.

Kang Rong sighed, then looked at Feng Yue again, she raised her hand to lightly touch Feng Yue's face, and said distressedly, "Where is the injury besides the face? Mom and Dad will take you to the hospital?"

Feng Boyang said: "I'm going to return the box, and then drive over here, you guys wait a bit."

Feng Yue drooped his brows and eyes in depression, and asked in a low voice, "Where's brother?"

Kang Rong didn't worry much about his eldest son, and replied, "He's alive and well, so if there's anything he can do, it's fine if he doesn't cause trouble."

Feng Yue opened his mouth, but was speechless.

How can you do this.

He is also your son.

After turning a corner, Feng Zhuo walked faster and faster, and finally ran straight away.

He wanted to run to get rid of all the haze hanging over his head.

Feng Zhuo ran along the road, and finally ran outside an abandoned warehouse.

He familiarly followed the rusted external stairs to the roof, looked at the direction of the cemetery where his grandma was buried under the night sky, and tried to shout and vent with all his strength, but in the end he didn't make any sound.

Feng Zhuo, who was sweating a little, sat on the floor on the roof.

With hands propped back, slightly raising his face to look at the stars above his head.

There are so many shining stars, there is always grandma.

……

Duan Yi was staring at the drum kit that he wiped clean in the warehouse.

Every time he wanted to be alone for a while, he would come here to temporarily escape from the crowd and avoid the hustle and bustle of the city.

He lowered his head, still clutching the broken airplane model in his palm.

Duan Yi couldn't help thinking of the bastard who stepped on his keychain.

He suppressed his temper and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, Youdao's indistinct voice sounded.

Duan Yi recognized almost immediately that someone was singing a Japanese song.

Because the other party sang the song of his favorite band.

"The apartment next to the too empty cemetery is shrouded in mist / I can see a warm phantom / I want to become a cat / In your arms / I want to stay here until the end of the lonely night..." [ Note 1]

Duan Yi didn't get up to find the source of the singing, nor was he curious to see who it was.

He just listened to the song carefully, and his eyes fell on the broken airplane model in his hand.

The person who comes to mind is his father who has been separated from him forever.

This keychain model was a gift from his father during his lifetime.

It means a lot to him.

But now, the airplane model is broken.

And there is no way to fix it.

Thinking of this, Duan Yi's thin lips tightened, and he clenched his fists again.

He should have beaten that man up today!

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Note 1: Spitz of the song "Want to Become a Cat";

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