Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

"Hey!" Hu San yelled, obviously he didn't expect to be caught by someone. After wrinkling his face and pondering, he raised his head and asked, "Brother Ying, what should we do?"

Ying Yanyu was sizing up the police officer who was "going after Hu San", and nodded in disbelief.

Hu San: "..."

Wen Cheng is strange, what kind of Malatang would an upright rich second generation steal?

He tapped the screen with his fingertips, played it again, and then noticed a detail.

There are three words printed on the blue incubator: Are you hungry.

"Why did you follow the third child?" Ying Yanyu turned sideways, guarding without any trace.

The police officer glanced at him, always speaking with a hint of meanness, and he was careful with his words: "He steals things, he should."

Ying Yanyu frowned: "Oh, there are five words 'I want to steal takeaway' written on his face? This place is quite out of the way, you didn't go squatting in advance, can you meet the third child?"

When Hu San heard this, he stared at him dumbfounded.

The police officer looked at him indifferently, and said indifferently: "It happened to be passing by, so please point your back."

"Ha," Hu San sighed and smiled, then raised his right hand, "You're looking for trouble!"

Snapped!

The police officer slapped his hand away quickly, hard, and accurately, as if he had slapped a fly, but he was still not emotional: "Steal something, attack the police, go, and buy you tea."

"..." Hu San's face turned pale.

Wen Cheng saw Ying Yan Yu's attitude of indifference, and didn't know what he was thinking.

A few people stood at the starting point of the winding mountain road. Seeing the bus coming, Wen Cheng sullenly borrowed fifty cents from the child: "You stay here to help Hu San, I'll go find grandma first."

"Together." Ying Yanyu called him to stop, and gave Hu San a look of "you are not a child anymore, you can handle it yourself".

Hu San nodded, then rolled his eyes at him again: "Come tonight?"

Ying Yanyu touched the wound on his chest.

Hu San was depressed: "You won't be allowed to do anything, just sit and control the field."

Ying Yanyu subconsciously looked at Dr. Wen, and nodded when he saw that he had nothing to say.

Hu San gave him another supercilious look.

The two ended their communication like a secret signal.

When Wen Cheng got on the minibus, he heard Hu San sending a voice message on WeChat.

"Shuiyou, Wang Peng, you two went to watch people, the photo was posted in the group, the two grandparents, now take the 315 road, call a few more brothers, and stay along the road."

"Why don't you go?" someone asked him.

"Your grandpa, I have been arrested!" Hu San smashed his phone into the incubator, and raised his chin at the police, "Walking?"

Yang Qingliu gave a dispensable "en", stepped on her long legs, and consciously got on the motorcycle.

He propped up the back seat with one hand, stretched his smooth muscles, light blue shirt, pure black trousers, and a simple uniform, but it was worn out of texture.

Especially for this low profile bike.

"Go." He looked at Hu San, as if urging, but also as a reminder.

"Ah?" Hu San uttered a single voice like a soul, with a face that hasn't opened much yet, a little small, like a delinquent boy in sixteen or seventeen, he opened his mouth exaggeratedly: "I have to express my feelings by myself." send it to the bureau?"

Yang Qingliu looked at him, swipe his fingers, and pointed at his worn out knee that fell down in pursuit of him, the purpose was self-evident.

......

When Wen Cheng got into the car, there were only three people following him. He scanned the inside of the car and found the single seat by the window.

He walked over by instinct, completely forgetting that there was a little tadpole who "knows how to find his father" behind him.

"Ouch!" Ying Yan Yute yelled artificially, as if throwing an elf ball, and summoned Dr. Wen back.

"What are you doing?" Wen Cheng was afraid that he would pretend to be crazy again, so he was a little hesitant and defensive.

"My wound hurts." Ying Yanyu said the truth.

These days, the weather has started to heat up, with a low of 36 degrees at the bottom.

As soon as he moved a few times, salty sweat seeped into the wound, like a bowl of chili water was splashed.

The seat of the minibus was covered with a thin cloth, the original off-white color had turned into gray stains, and there were occasional spots left by dried water stains, it was impossible for Wen Cheng to help him change his dressing here.

Ying Yanyu just looked at him pitifully, with a pair of slightly round big eyes staring innocently, not at all like the "Brother Ying" Hu Sankou said.

Wen Cheng finally sat down by the window, in the last row, with a... one person next to her.

Ying Yanyu moved his nose with a distance of one finger's width, and smelled the soothing and bitter taste, the pain suddenly eased, and before he knew it, his eyelids drooped.

"Where did Hu San tell you to go at night?" Wen Cheng turned his eyes from the window to his side, followed the child's nodding head, and blinked.

"At night...fight in groups." Ying Yan Yu was sleepy and confused.

Wen Cheng sat up straight and looked at him, then asked thoughtfully, "With whom? Are you hungry?"

"Well," Ying Yanyu said vaguely, "I'm hungry, I want candy."

Wen Cheng was speechless, and took out a big white rabbit from his pocket. Seeing that the child refused to pick it up, he fed it to his mouth with a good temper.

Ying Yan Yu slammed it twice, leaning on the back of the chair and following the car's turn, resting on Wen Cheng's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "This food delivery place is different. The food delivery is a part-time job, and the main business is selling information. Commonly known as 'professional hooligans', when there is a lot of competition, there will be problems."

Wen Cheng raised her hand to prop up the window, and pressed her fingertips on the corners of her eyes.

Sell ​​information?

Meaning, he can buy it too?Can I buy it?

Ying Yanyu noticed the silence of the other party, and opened his closed eyes suddenly, with a clear light, and then closed them again, rubbing his round shoulders.

"Why did you come to Gaodong?"

There are so many places to go, why come here?

Wen Chengquan thought that he was talking in his sleep, and didn't answer. His straight back was pressed against the backrest, gradually relaxing, so that the child could sleep more comfortably.

Ying Yanyu didn't get a reply, and fell asleep amidst the steady breathing of the other party.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, it takes only 15 minutes by car.

Ying Yanyu kept his nerves all the time, and when the car stopped, he woke up immediately, and without thinking about it, he left the pillowed shoulder, raised his eyes with a smile like a flower, revealing his dimples: "I fell asleep. ....."

He shut up abruptly.

Because it was collected too quickly, the mouth became an "o" shape.

"It's all right." The elder sister who had her curly hair permed grinned, the leeks she ate someday still stuck to her teeth.

Ying Yanyu blinked, his face paled a little.

"What's the matter? Still sleeping?" The elder sister shrugged, boldly hinting.

The corners of Ying Yanyu's mouth were pulled down.

"Little cutie, aren't you going to sleep?" the eldest sister asked him expectantly.

Ying Yanyu couldn't bear to look straight at him, and turned his eyes away, and found Wen Cheng standing outside the window with his arms folded, he was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he rushed down in four steps!

"When did you change your seat?!"

Wen Cheng "hissed": "How much did you sleep?"

"I'm not, I slept like hell," Ying Yanyu was really angry, "I trust you, so I didn't pay attention to you."

Wen Cheng felt uncomfortable at what he said, and said, "Look for grandma first..."

Ying Yanyu left without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Wen Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then walked over, only to hear the child say in distress: "I don't like meeting women."

Wen Cheng opened his mouth, but made no sound.

In the end, Ying Yan Yu turned his head and stared at him, and buried his head directly in the small socket of his neck and collarbone, rubbing hard, as if trying to rub off something.

Wen Cheng's chin was scraped by the hair on the top of his head, and she trembled all over. She pushed her hand halfway and then changed it to kick, kicking the person away!

Ying Yanyu gritted his teeth in pain, and let out a "woo" from his throat angrily.

Seeing that his eye sockets were really red, Wen Cheng was inexplicably depressed for a moment.

Ying Yanyu rushed forward like a primary school student losing his temper, but after the two were three meters away, he had to wait for a while to ensure that Wen Cheng's footsteps followed before he continued to "have emotions".