night fire

Lu Xiujin sat in the shop waiting for his driver, Lao Deng.

Lao Deng's movements were always extremely fast, but today he was late. When Lao Deng walked in with a cigarette in his mouth, Lu Xiujin's legs were already a little numb.

"Why so slow?" Lu Xiujin asked impatiently.

Lao Deng is an old man of the Lu family, and even the elders in the family want to treat him a little less, but Lu Xiujin relies on Lao Deng's wife being his nanny, and he has learned kung fu from Lao Deng for several years, so he can play young master's temper anytime and anywhere .

Old Deng is used to it—it’s okay if he’s not used to it, he’s really good-tempered. He’s lived for more than 40 years, and I haven’t seen him get angry at anyone.

He didn't care about Lu Xiujin's bad attitude at all, he just narrowed his eyes and said, "I just saw some interesting things on the side of the road, and I was fascinated for a while."

Lu Xiujin stood up from the chair, picked up the jacket and threw it into Lao Deng's hands, and asked, "What's interesting?"

He frowned: "Tsk, it's young people fighting again, right?"

Lao Deng looks like a nice guy, but he is actually a special soldier. A good temper is one thing, but an obsession with primitive physical collisions is another. He is interested in all kinds of violence. It is the appearance of Lu Xiujin's nanny, Aunt Lin, so Lu Xiujin can be sure that Lao Deng is either punching or squatting now.

Every time Lu Xiujin thinks of this, he even feels a little proud - it's better to follow him than to be depraved, right?At least if he is caught, he has enough money and connections to get people out.

Obviously, he didn't realize that helping Young Master Lu to do those stupid things was also a kind of depravity that people said.

Lao Deng shook his coat for him, put it on his arm, took another puff of cigarette, and said, "It can't be regarded as a fight..."

If anything, it should be unilateral abuse.

"Really?" Lu Xiujin replied casually, and got into the car, he never cared about other things, Lao Deng could only chat with him a few more words, but that's all.

Lao Deng didn't speak, opened the door and got into the car.

He was always silent, and he only answered once when others asked him three questions. This Lu Xiujin didn't look like he was asking him a question, so he didn't have the intention of speaking too much.

It's just that before the car started, I thought about the child's fierce kick just now - the kick was light, the kick was fast, and the kick was steady.

That's really comforting to see.

It's just a pity—he couldn't help but mutter: "Why are you so soft-hearted..."

How good it was to be kicked to death.

Lu Xiujin couldn't imagine how cruel his uncle's driver's inner thoughts were. He was a little drunk, sitting in the familiar car seat, smelling the familiar fragrance in the car, and Lao Deng thoughtfully gave up jazz music for him. After a while, I became a little groggy.

He forcefully opened his eyes and looked out the window, only to see a few convenience stores that were still lit on the side of the road and a few broken yellow street lamps that were faintly glowing.

Long Street was deserted.

An unspeakable great loneliness seemed to swallow him, and he felt a little sad suddenly.

He leaned against the car window, slowly shook the small handle, lowered the car window little by little, and the scenery outside the window became clear, and the cold wind began to pour in waves.

Lao Deng just glanced in the rearview mirror and turned off the air conditioner in the car.

Lu Xiujin put his chin on the edge of the car window, and when he passed the speed bump, it shook, and it hurt a little, and he felt a little wronged.

The thought of Zhao Qiyan ignoring him in the nightclub made him even more aggrieved.

There is also an unknown fire-why, why don't you come to him!

"Damn," he couldn't help cursing, and as expected, he took a big mouthful of cold air. He shivered from the cold, and even more aggrieved, he shouted to the empty sidewalk, "Zhao Qiyan!"

Then I started hiccupping uncontrollably.

He was startled at first, then quickly closed the window and lay down on the back seat, but still couldn't stop hiccupping.

"Damn." He couldn't help but cursed again, and then covered his mouth with his hands.

Zhao Qiyan walked out of the convenience store and couldn't help but sneezed.

"Why does it feel like someone is calling me..."

He looked around and after making sure that no one was there, he decided to take the sound he just heard as an auditory hallucination.

Lu Xiujin was lying on the back seat—more precisely, curled up on the back seat.

He looked up at the lines and protrusions on the roof, and said abruptly, "Uncle Deng, I seem to have seen Zhao Qiyan just now."

"Really." Old Deng was not very good at answering questions.

But Lu Xiujin didn't want him to pick it up, and said to himself: "Why are you saying this is so miraculous? I forget about it when I'm drinking. After all, they sell alcohol. Why do I always think about it when I get out of the bar?"

He struggled to sit up, climbed onto the car seat and asked, "Uncle, do you think I've lost my mind?"

Lao Deng thought for a while and asked, "Is this the person you asked me to deal with today?"

Paying so much attention to enemies?

When the car turned a corner, Lu Xiujin backed into the back seat and said, "No, it's that..."

He was startled suddenly: "You won't mistake the person, will you?"

"Didn't you say that the characteristic is that the face is full of pimples?" Lao Deng carefully recalled someone who was crying with a lot of snot and tears, and said happily, "That's right, that face is like eight-treasure porridge splashed all over the face, which can be ruined." My eyes are gone."

Lu Xiujin was relieved, turned over and lay facing the back of the chair.

Lao Deng took a look in the rearview mirror and turned on the air conditioner again.

The temperature in the car gradually increased, and Lu Xiujin gradually fell asleep.

Before going to sleep, he thought, next time, next time, we must get Zhao Qiyan, otherwise, it would be too embarrassing for Master Lu.

At the same time, Zhao Qiyan picked the chocker in the rental room, looked at his chest in the mirror for a long time, and couldn't help but recall Lu Xiujin's shocked gaze.

He rubbed his hair a little irritably, and couldn't help sighing after looking at his messy self in the mirror. He tied his hair into a ponytail and tied it behind his head, took off his vest and went into the bathroom.

His naked body was reflected in the mirror on the bathroom wall. He sighed while rinsing his mouth, and tore off the two band-aids on his chest. eyebrow.

He was a little irritable - Lu Xiujin couldn't tell that he was injured, could he?

Injured in that kind of place—would be considered a pervert, right?

Zhao Qiyan: It makes me unhappy to think of being treated as a pervert by a pervert.

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