Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

This is the first time that Wen Cheng has received such a strong impact in his bland, dull and even somewhat gloomy life.

In the past 31 years, he never dreamed that he would hug a "son" who was taller than him, just to prevent him from fighting with elementary school students.

"Let go of me!" Ying Yanyu played on his heart, his expression was very ferocious, "Scholars can be humiliated, but not killed!"

After he finished speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, then looked sideways at Wen Cheng with a guilty conscience, and said hesitantly, "Is that what you said?"

Wen Cheng squinted at him: "What do you think?"

Ying Yanyu was silent for two seconds, and then he seemed to be hit by himself, and his entire aura was weakened.

Wen Cheng was about to speak to persuade.

Ying Yanyu healed himself again, and told him in a low voice: "That's right, it's okay to be humiliated, life is important."

Wen Cheng: "..." It really makes some fucking sense.

Ying Yanyu asked him with some trepidation: "Is that right?"

Wen Cheng patted the dog's head: "You have the final say."

In the carriage shoulder to shoulder, their whispers were all overheard.

So everyone believed Wen Cheng's words even more, and looked at them with pity.

Strange things are common, but what is rare is that there is another person who can understand strange things and get together.

Just as the two of them were cooing in low voices, the bus arrived at the terminus, the cattle village.

As soon as the car door opened, the livid-faced old man dragged his grandson out.

Only Wen Cheng's thigh-high child was pulled staggeringly, slipped down the car ladder, was picked up by the old man before he could stand still, and dragged forward without looking back.

Looking at their backs, Wen Cheng felt an indescribable discord.

The old man's attitude was so bad that even the traffickers felt ashamed.

But the little grandson remained calm, as if these things were taken for granted.

Which normal family would let their children steal money?

"Hu San." Ying Yanyu returned to normal as soon as he got off the car, standing next to a canteen and making a phone call.

Wen Cheng looked at his instantly sharpened facial features, and a trace of regret suddenly flashed in her heart.

This emotion came and went very quickly, but it still shocked him.

What a pity?

Are you sick?

Can "bad brain" be contagious?

While Wen Cheng adjusted his mentality, Ying Yanyu had already called Hu San over: "Help me keep an eye on these two people, I sent you the photos, two grandparents, on the bus in Yangniu Village... "

He fell silent in the middle of speaking.

Wen Cheng followed his gaze and glanced to the front left.

nothing special.

There stood a yellow-clothed boy from Meituan. He parked his motorcycle and turned his head to talk to the man in police uniform behind him.

Not far or near.

Wen Cheng could hear the takeaway boy yelling angrily: "Fart your mother's arhat! I've said it [-] times! I didn't steal Mala Tang! I don't eat spicy food!"

"This voice... Hu San is delivering food?" Wen Cheng felt that his tone was not right, as if children and the others couldn't do something serious.

Ying Yan Yu said "En": "Hu San is a serious rich second generation."

He said, and pointed to the logo on the motorcycle.

It is a famous car.

It looks like ten or twenty thousand dollars.

"Do you have evidence?" asked the policeman.

"I didn't steal anything, why do I need evidence? Cut off my hands to prove my innocence?" Hu San yelled at him.

The police didn't talk nonsense and handed over the phone directly.

It happened that Wen Cheng and the others walked over and witnessed the video on the phone together.

Hu San tiptoed, sneakily opened the blue incubator, and took a portion of Malatang from it.