pick up cats

The full-length mirror is too old, and there is a piece missing at the junction of the frame. The man's thumb is hooked inside, and he gets closer.

The hallway downlight and the living room chandelier were not turned on, and the inside and outside of the floor-to-ceiling windows were equally dark, with the moonlight coming in dimly, making it impossible to climb to the man's foothold.

The more chaotic the night, the clearer the man's vision.

He leaned close to the cold mirror, touched the raised skin on the jawline, and rubbed it lightly with his slender fingertips.

A layer of fake skin came off.

The man casually tightened his right hand, crumpled the fake leather that was still warm, and rolled it into a ball of waste.

"I overestimated you." The man said slowly.

After finishing speaking, he threw the trash into the trash can, and looked at the man in the mirror who had completely changed his temperament.

The evil spirit between the man's eyebrows and the red mole at the corner of his eye complement each other, and there is a schadenfreude smile at the corner of his mouth, which is very beautiful and oppressive.

His pupils are as dark as his hair, his jawline is sharp and angular, his nose bridge is straight, and his lips are beautiful, thin and light-colored, and he can't help but look alienated and piercing when tensed.

But he is smiling now.

Although the smile did not reach the eyes, it was enough to captivate the soul.

After a while, the man tilted his head and withdrew his smile as if he was tired. The palm of his right hand followed the curve of his neck and caressed it inadvertently.

He walked back to the entrance, opened the drawer of the shoe cabinet, and found an inconspicuous retro mirror.

Holding the mirror handle in his right hand, he lazily called out, "Mimi?"

The old mirror gradually melted, rippling and rippled, and before the hazy outline was clear, a few complaints came first.

"Ark." The man changed his words as he said.

When the opposite side appeared, he slapped the mirror and smiled lightly: "The old lover doesn't work, let's change to the second plan."

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Song Limian picked up Tong Ming at the corner of the old alley.

The young man was slender, curled up in the corner of the wall and was extremely thin. A group of people circled him without standing, covering his thin figure, and said something viciously.

If it wasn't for Song Limian noticing that something was wrong and deliberately going around half a circle, maybe he would have ignored him.

The young man was leaning on the gray wall, like a small beast struggling against the corner. A lot of wooden sticks and stones were scattered at the feet of the sluggish people. Song Limian recalled that the cargo route of the timber factory was nearby.

There were a lot of fighting props falling on the ground of the old alley, but the youth's place was much cleaner, and the garbage that must have lethality was thrown out by the youth.

The group of people had fierce eyes and kept talking harshly. The atmosphere was very tense, but no one really landed their fists on the young man.

It must be that the young people resisted fiercely, and they were bluffed.

Song Limian stretched his arms, wanting to rush forward for a quick victory——

Seen from his angle, the young man's shoulder blades protruded obviously, his right hand was slender and white, and the back of his hand was slender and veiny, his body trembled a few times, and soon stabilized.

— No matter how you look at it, it looks like you are holding on.

After the activity, Song Limian was worried that his voice would irritate the group of people, so he only approached gently.

He is sure of his fighting power, but after all, the distance is a bit far away, and it will take time to rush to save people. The young man doesn't seem to be very resistant to beatings, so there is no need to get bruised and purple.

Song Limian was very experienced, and after a short while, he quietly walked around behind the enemy. He stuck for a few seconds, and analyzed the body language of the group of people who was suitable to be knocked down first.

The young man picked up a wooden stick panting, raised his arms as if to throw it, but suddenly, he looked over through the gap between people.

The young man's eyes suddenly became panicked, Song Limian looked at him for two seconds, and thought it was bad.

He tried to make a silent movement, but the young man couldn't grasp it firmly, and when the wooden stick fell to the ground with a muffled sound, the young man hurriedly said: "Help me!"

The battle horn sounded, and Song Limian was forced to step forward with a throbbing pain in his forehead.

Everyone moved in unison, two gangsters with colorful streaks were swearing incomprehensible dialect swear words, one of them raised his leg as if to kick the young man.

Unable to cover his hair, Song Limian had no choice but to grab the bald man by the back collar, and pull back desperately, the heels of the other party made obvious noises on the ground, and the others heard the reputation.

Song Limian's expression was indifferent, he threw his bald head to the ground, and kicked several times at the exact position.

"Ah!" The other party's injury was not good or bad, but it was very painful, and after a while, he clutched his stomach and rolled miserably.

Successfully attracting attention, Song Limian raised the corners of his lips almost imperceptibly, and raised his head with an indifferent expression.

He didn't look in the direction of the young man, but raised his chin at the group of people and said briefly, "Come on."

He was right.

That group of people just bully the weak and fear the strong, and they can't make a difference. Once they are provoked, they will forget the target without any strategy, and leave the young people to besiege Song Limian in a swarm.

And every movement is a loophole, there is ruthlessness in the air, and there is no accuracy.

Song Limian picked up the wooden stick at his feet, got up and kicked the bird first, and then knocked over one by one.

After a while, the few people rushing forward piled up like dominoes, wailing and dying.

Those who were left behind were already hesitant, but seeing that the situation was not right, they all hurried away.

Song Limian was riding on a person's back, threw a wooden stick, and patted the other person's hair to make an example of others, but his face continued to act fiercely, and the audience ran away.

Song Limian: "..."

He slapped the back of the man under him, and the hairy bastard hurriedly cried, trembling and repeatedly begging for mercy.

Song Limian stood up in a lack of interest, and patted the dust on his palms.

The moment the dust disappeared, the dominoes supported each other and ran away without looking back.

Song Limian stared at their hurried backs, sighed, he walked forward a few steps in disappointment, and squatted in front of the shivering young man.

He pushed the young man's shoulders with four fingers, and asked helplessly, "Crying?"

The young man's reaction was blunt. After a long time, he raised his face encircled by his arm and said in a low voice, "No."

No tears, no red eyes.

The other party's skin was too fine and white, and the red mole at the corner of his eye pulled his eyes, Song Limian was in a daze for a few seconds.

Young people's gold-rimmed glasses slide down the bridge of their noses. Ordinary people tend to look dumb if their glasses are slippery and short. Maybe it's because young people have beautiful bones, but they have a kind of unscrupulous charm when they are embarrassed.

Song Limian involuntarily took a few more glances, then felt impolite, and stood up silently.

The young man stood up, pursed his lips and straightened his glasses, the teeth marks on his lower lip were quite obvious, much redder than his upper lip.

"Thank you." The young man's voice was hoarse, he took off his glasses and wiped the dust with paper, pinching the bridge of his nose tiredly.

"You're welcome." Song Limian pulled back his thoughts and answered as briefly as possible.

The young man's eyelashes were long and dense, casting shadows on his lower eyelids. He first bent his body, and then straightened his waist when he put on his glasses, his back was falling white and ash.

He raised his eyelids, stared at Song Limian seriously, opened his lips to say something, but after a while, he pursed his lips again.

Song Limian has high aesthetic requirements, and it is rare to meet this kind of appearance that suits his appetite. There are many beautiful people in this world, but those who can disturb people's hearts with every gesture are rare.

But after all, they met by chance, and it was inconvenient for him to stare for a long time, so he restrained himself and moved half a step away, lowering his head, trying to pick up a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

As soon as a corner of the cigarette case was exposed, Song Limian hesitated for a while, then stuffed it back, with his right hand in his pocket, looking quite casual.

He remembered that he did not smoke.

Before fighting, Song Limian liked to hold a cigarette in his mouth, and squinted his eyes to look for people. There was no other reason, but the children under his command thought it was so imposing, so they urged him to show his colorful arms while holding a cigarette, and called him so handsome.

Song Limian would never reject people for this kind of trivial matter, so he followed them, and it became a habit over time.

But now there were only two of them, and it would be embarrassing if the cigarette was not lit for a long time, so Song Limian gave up.

After a moment of stalemate, he sighed and touched his left arm, asking, "The one who robbed?"

The young man was sticking his fingers to his cheekbones, he raised his eyelids when he heard the sound, and said dumbly, "I want debt."

Song Limian had no intention of inquiring about other people's private affairs, but the young man must have been holding back for a long time, asking one question and answering three sentences, and within a short time, he had completely exposed his family background.

The young man's name is Tong Ming.

Half a year ago, his parents committed suicide due to loan sharks. Before Tong Ming had time to taste the pain of losing his parents, he began to be chased by the snowball that made money.

He held several jobs and hid from place to place, but he was inevitably cornered by debt collectors, and today he lost his official job.

Tong Ming's tone didn't fluctuate much, and he didn't choke up, but Song Limian felt that he was about to cry.

He wanted to interrupt but couldn't find a chance, so he silently took out a pack of tissues and handed it over.

Tong Ming took it, thanked him, put it in his pocket but didn't tear it open, he continued to complain, and pressed his pocket a few times in the middle, as if he was worried that the treasure inside would be lost.

"They chased me to the place where I worked, and the customers ran away in fright." Tong Ming rubbed the side of his neck, the bloodstains from the scrape on his forearm were glaring, "I looked at each other before I escaped, the boss's eyes..."

Tong Ming stopped talking, and laughed at himself.

Song Limian has a strong sense of empathy, so he can't help but feel aggrieved for the other party.

It's a pity that the language is too boring, it's meaningless to scold the other's parents, and he has no position to blame the boss, so he can only pat Tong Ming's shoulder as a silent comfort.

Tong Ming tugged at the corner of his mouth, but didn't smile.

The color of his lips was pale, but the place where he bit it was bright red, maybe he said too much in one breath, his tense nerves relaxed a lot, and he couldn't stand very stably, so he could only silently reach the wall.

"Where do you live?" Song Limian felt that he needed to rest, so he asked slowly.

"I lived in the dormitory before." Tong Ming said in a calm tone, lowering his eyes, "I have to find a new job, otherwise I can only go to the hotel to open a room to rest tonight."

He silently stared at the ground, with the back of his hand holding the wall behind him, and he should be emptying out. Song Limian's eyes just dropped to his shoulders, thinking inappropriately that the other's shoulders were too narrow, and he must not be able to carry too much weight.

I don't know what he did before.

After a while, Tong Ming thanked Song Limian and bid farewell to Song Limian.

Song Limian stood on the spot, his expression gradually changed into difficulty.

He subconsciously took out the cigarette case, shook out a cigarette worth 30 yuan, bit the cigarette butt for a few seconds, took it off and pinched it with two fingers.

Tong Ming's back was slender, and his clothes were swinging in the strong wind, as if he was about to be weathered, but his steps were unexpectedly steady, and his black coat, which was one size bigger, was stiffly propped up by his shoulders, giving him a very stubborn look.

Tong Ming walked very slowly, and when Song Limian came back to his senses and threw away the cigarette that had been broken in two, he was still waiting for the red light.

Song Limian shook off the shredded tobacco and called out the other party's name.