When the scumbag saves the love-brain villain

In the evening, after the madness of the day, go home.

Bian Shao was suddenly curious: "What did you say to those gangsters?" The person who was pressed to the ground without changing his expression was startled for a moment.

"I said I knew their home addresses, and if they came to me again, I would send the evidence of their violence to each of their relatives, neighbors and friends."

"..." Does this make people die socially?

Bian Shao imagined that if his father found out that he was abusing others outside, um, don’t want to kick other people’s legs, and don’t want to hit other people’s hands, just crawl into the prison and sing tears behind bars.

so cruel.

Bian Shao was thinking, when a call came from his mobile phone, he subconsciously answered it bitterly: "Hello? Which beauty is it?"

The other party seemed to be surprised by his greasy opening remarks, and he hesitated to answer after a while, flattered: "I, I am that Ziwei."

Lagerstroemia?

Bian Shao didn't remember any love debts he had incurred by going to Daming Lake, and he wasn't a scumbag girl, but he replied as if he was very familiar with the other party: "Oh, Ziwei."

"Yes yes yes, remember to come out on time tonight, let's drink together." The boy seemed very happy that Bian Shao remembered his name.

Drinking = happy bar.

"Of course, I would like to have a drink with the beauty facing the moon."

Bian Shao made an appointment with the other party, and finally ended up beeping on the phone.

Suddenly there was a clear and faint voice: "Is that Ziwei, Zimao?"

"It turns out that Ziwei is Zimao." Bian Shao suddenly realized.

juvenile:"……."

Books have no heart. (pointing)

He didn't know whether to sympathize with the purple hair first, or worry about himself.

Go back to the rental house and finish the meal.

The teenager is in a bad mood, probably because his studies are too heavy.

Bian Shao restrained himself, and the laughter from watching Gouxue TV series was much restrained, and he also tried his best to keep quiet, so as not to annoy the boy.

Tonight, he watched an episode of TV series, and when the boy fell asleep, he tiptoed to go out to meet the appointment, that is, Zimao invited him to drink.

Bian Shao was going to force that Zimao to death, after all, they are on good terms now, but the first time he saw that Zimao, the other party was bullying his beauty and grabbed him and said, "The legs are so short".

How can this kind of insult be tolerated by a handsome guy who will pay back?

Bian Shao cautiously opened the door with excitement.

"Cough cough."

When Bian Shao heard someone coughing behind him, he turned around and looked at the boy with a guilty conscience: "I haven't slept yet, it's so late."

Xiao An looked at him deeply: "Then what about you? Where are you going to play this evening?"

Bian Shao: "... Hiss." This situation is very similar to when he used to go out in the middle of the night to make trouble outside, and his father blocked his door to question him.

Once I thought of this, I was completely attacked by my father's sense of oppression.

Bian Shao shook his head, put aside distracting thoughts, raised his head, and said with a smile: "It's still early, young people just want to play."

Eleven or twelve o'clock in the middle of the night is the beginning of the carnival for people like him.

No matter how the boy is, Bian Shao can't help but want to go out to play.

"Where to play?" The young man seemed to understand his thoughts, and didn't stop him, but asked, "What time will you be back?"

"The bar." Seeing the boy's agreement, Bian Shao raised his smile and waved, "Don't wait for me to come back, I won't be back until one or two o'clock."

As he finished speaking, the door closed gently with a "click".

In the small living room, the voice was a little lonely.

The young man narrowed his eyes slightly. In fact, he didn't have time to say that today is his birthday.

For him, birthday is not that important day, the family is difficult, Grandma Ding is old and still so busy, there is no way to celebrate for him.In fact, when I was young, the teenager also complained, complaining why God let him be born, born here, to face this hopeless world.

Keshu is here.

The youth cleans up those bullies, lifts him up, picks up the pride he left behind everywhere, freshness brings hope, on this day of youth.

The young man lowered his eyes and shook his head again.

Just now the young man said that there is no need to wait for him to come back.

He seemed to be afraid that the other party really wouldn't come back.

It seemed to be in response to his thoughts, the clock reached 02:30, which was beyond the time agreed by the young man, and the young man hadn't come back yet.

The young man is ready to be wronged and questioned immediately when the young man comes back. It is best to remove the black hair on his forehead, so that the young man can feel more guilty.

He could feel the burning eyes of Shushu staring at him when he occasionally showed his full face.

But he was ready, and in the end the old door still didn't make a "click" as he expected as an opening statement.

At three o'clock, he received a call from an old doctor in a small clinic.

The other side was silent for a long time, and the low and uncontrollable crying of the young boy could be vaguely heard.

It is purple hair.

"The man muttered, 'Find a young man with studs on his ears...kill the young man next to him...', and then woo...why is there someone in the bar with a murder weapon? Brother Bian Shao is...blocking In front of me, save me and die..." He cried out of breath.

Xiao An seemed to be able to hear the "plop" sound of his heart sinking into the water, and finally he realized in a trance that it was his own heartbeat.

"What's the matter? Master." Xiao An actually wanted to laugh, he wanted to get rid of this depression, but his facial muscles seemed to be necrotic, he couldn't make any expressions, he just laughed and cried at the same time.

He longed for the old doctor to give him an accurate answer and give him hope.

"Come here," but the old doctor sighed, as if he had sentenced him to death, "Xiao'an, I know you like that Mr. Bian very much...sorry."

Xiao An was in a daze, and when he realized it, he had already run to the small clinic. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face was as pale as paper in the night, and several adults who watched the excitement outside the small clinic were so scared that they cursed "bad luck" "walked away.

But as if he didn't know it, he just stared at the outline of the human body covered with white cloth lying in the small hall in the small clinic.

The white cloth seeped a lot of blood, a lot of blood, and there were large and shocking red patches.

A knife lay beside the body covered with a white cloth.

The world is black and white, and it seems to have turned into red and white again. These colors are intertwined and become the shiny eyes of the kitten when we first met, and then turned into the naughty and undisciplined smile of the young man tonight, and finally they all converged into one One look, say——

"If you become super outstanding in the future, go to the best university, start a company, make a lot of money, and then buy a super big house, the golden house will hide me."

"I will never leave you."

fraud.

Xiao An seems to be in a nightmare, or he has been in the dark all the time, and the person who brought him the short-term light left, and he fell into despair again.

The old doctor shook his shoulder vigorously, his brows were frowned because of his worry: "Xiao'an, are you okay? Be sober, you still have to find the murderer, not to mention Grandma Ding will be back in a few days, you forgot Yet?"

Yes.

The young man raised his eyes suddenly, his eyes were hazy and blurred, he raised his hand to wipe it, and found that his palm was full of water.

He wants to find the murderer, and Grandma Ding is getting old...

How easy it is to die, yet how difficult it is.

He clenched little by little, wiping away his fragile tears, Shushu did not keep his promise, he couldn't.

He will still live, even with his copy of the book.

Live better than anyone else, all dazzling.

If there is a ghost or reincarnation, then Shushu can see him at a glance.

The author has something to say:

I will see~