Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

Ying Yanyu pretended to be very happy, but his hanging heart never let up.

He heard from Wen Cheng that he attributed the kiss just now to an accident.

How could this be so!

He even bit it!

He gritted his teeth, still retaining that trembling touch.

But as soon as this thought came up, he was discouraged again.

Sure enough, people's hearts are not enough.

Wen Cheng's tolerance for him was like treating a child, but he relied on this to make progress.

Thinking of the way those people in the performance hall looked at them, he couldn't help scratching his left back.

Doctor Wen is so good, he can't spoil it.

"Let's go?" Seeing the child staring at him, Wen Cheng wondered, "You don't want to watch?"

Ying Yanyu puffed his mouth and spit out the word "yes".

Wen Cheng glanced at him again, took out a small fan out of nowhere, and shook it at him: "Your forehead is sweating, take a break before leaving?"

Ying Yanyu moved his face closer and narrowed his eyes in enjoyment.

He's not hot, he's sore.

The blood scab on his chest split open, and he didn't let Wen Cheng see it.

He knew that if "Papa Wen" saw him, he would have nothing to play with.

And this may be their first and last "date".

Ying Xiaoyou is like a little bee guarding the anther, working tirelessly to guard it.

"ticket."

At the iron gate of the zoo, there was an old man half lying on a chair, waving a cattail fan, and stretching out his hand without raising his eyes.

Wen Cheng handed over the ticket.

The man took it and tore it open.

When it was Ying Yanyu's turn, he didn't let anyone tear him apart.

"Why?" the gatekeeper asked him.

"Can't you tear it up?" Ying Yanyu frowned and asked.

"Okay, but it's useless." The uncle waved his hand and let them in.

There are also many people in the zoo, mostly parents with children.

They didn't know the turmoil in the performance hall yet, and their faces were filled with satisfaction.

"What do you want to see?" Wen Cheng stood under the wooden map, studying it seriously with the mentality of "I'm here, I must read it back".

He didn't hear the child's answer, so he turned to look at him, only to find that he was carefully folding up the ticket and putting it in his pocket.

The corner of his eye twitched.

Wen Cheng immediately turned her head, pretending she didn't see anything.

"Go first..." Ying Yan Yu collected the ticket, glanced casually, and immediately stopped.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and he pointed to the "Wonders of the World - Human Head Chicken" written on it, and almost jumped up: "Look at this!"

Wen Cheng was silent.

Chicken head?

Is it the kind of human-headed chicken he thought?

The two took half a step back at the same time and turned to the right.

During the period, I passed three dying great white ducks, two extremely rough wooden horses, and an inflatable crocodile.

vaguely.

I have a bad feeling.

"Fuck," someone couldn't help but cursed in front of the child, "What are these?"

"Will you talk, shut up!" The child's mother slapped the man across the face.

"No, is there such an open and aboveboard cheating money?"

Wen Cheng glanced at the child, seeing his ugly face, thought he was disappointed, and his mood also sank.

Ying Yanyu wiped off the sweat on the tip of his nose, and insisted on going to line up.

"Don't go, it's all bluffing." Wen Cheng advised him to rest.

Ying Yanyu, on the other hand, stuck his neck and said whatever he wanted to go in.

Wen Cheng had no choice but to follow a group of parents and stood at the door of the "Human Head Chicken" exhibition room.

The two of them were exposed to the scorching sun, and it was very hot outside without air conditioning.

Waited for ten minutes.

They finally entered the exhibition room.

As a result, I was dumbfounded as soon as I entered.

There is a glass jar on a wooden platform half a person's height covered with a maroon cloth, and a chicken stands in the jar.

But the chicken head became a human head.

Still a woman with long hair.

She stretched her neck obediently, looking down at her chicken feet.

"..." There was an awkward silence around.

Everyone knows that there is a woman standing behind the cloth.

Everyone saw her blushing with embarrassment, but she didn't puncture it.

"Hehehehehehe..." She actually yelled twice.

"Pfft." A child laughed out loud, but was pushed by his mother, and became tense again.

A group of people line up for 10 minutes and watch for ten seconds.

They couldn't bear the atmosphere and left one after another.

Ying Yanyu was sitting on a bench by the roadside, his mouth clenched, and he looked sideways at the child who was throwing bread to the inflatable crocodile, his neck stretched out a slender curve.

"It's so fake," he smiled suddenly, "I'm looking forward to it..."

Wen Cheng wanted to say, what are you expecting in this place where "Wow Chacha" and "Nongtian Mountain Spring" are everywhere.

But then I thought of the child's words: "I only want to go with you."

He shut up again.

"I'll take you to see pandas next time."

After Wen Cheng finished speaking, the child was not as excited as he imagined, but just rolled his eyes and smiled at him.

Not right.

Wen Cheng's heart was pounding, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, and wanted to say something.

Ying Yanyu's cell phone rang.

Wen Cheng waited aside until the child hung up the phone, and then he cast a puzzled look.

"Hu San urged me to go." Ying Yanyu got up and said.

Wen Cheng nodded: "Grandma just sent a text message saying that she will be back first, we are going to take the bus now, there is still time..."

"No," Ying Yanyu interrupted with a smile, "You go back, Hu San has asked someone to pick me up. Today, thank you, and I will trouble Dr. Wen."

Polite and rusty.

The sense of distance is instantly lengthened.

Wen Cheng was stunned for a second.

Distance is what it should be.

After all, he doesn't care about children that much.

It's just that he didn't expect that the other party took the initiative to push him away.

"That's good." Wen Cheng paused for a moment, then turned around and left. Halfway there, she realized that she had no cash, and she didn't want to go back, so she could only bite the bullet and detour down the winding mountain road.

In Gaodong City, online banking is not common, and everyone mostly uses banknotes.

Wen Cheng couldn't even exchange two dollars, so he had to keep walking.

From the rising sun to the west slanting afterglow.

He couldn't move, so he was willing to spend money to call a taxi.

......

Ying Yanyu stared at the back and walked out of sight, without looking back at him once.

Fortunately not.

He ran his fingertips across the tickets in his pocket, let out a breath of laughter, and then stopped abruptly.

and many more.

He fumbled behind his trousers.

What about the twigs! !

After half an hour.

A Xiali motorcycle stopped halfway up the mountain.

Ying Yanyu answered the phone, and walked over with a black face.

Li Gou leaned against the car, very cowardly: "Brother Ying."

"En." Ying Yanyu was expressionless.

"Uh, will you ride or should I ride?" Li Gou heard that he didn't like to sit in the back, so he handed out the key.

Ying Yanyu didn't answer, his wound was so painful that he was struggling to stand up.

He stepped into the back seat and moved his eyes: "Let's go."

Li Gou nodded hastily, as soon as he got up, he smelled the smell of blood, slipped his hand, and almost sent the car flying.

Ying Yan Yu let out a long "hiss".

Li Gou immediately straightened his back, paying attention to the movement behind him.

His family owns a pig slaughterhouse, and he has been terrified and sensitive to the smell of blood since he was a child.

He guessed that Yan Yu was injured.

"Let's go." Ying Yanyu lowered his voice.

Li Gou opened his mouth to ask, but in the end he just said "ah" and drove away tremblingly.

It takes more than 20 minutes from here to Times Square.

Ying Yanyu pressed his chest, looked at the blood seeping from between his fingers, tore off Li Gou's jacket tied on the back seat, put it on casually, and pulled the zipper to the highest point.

"Here we are." Li Gou turned the car into the parking area behind the square.

Under the sparse orange street lights, people were already sitting.

A group of yellow clothes and a pair of blue hats are clearly distinct.

The motorcycle went in along the road, and the noise suddenly subsided.

"Dog! Brother Ying!" Hu San was originally squatting on the stone pier, but when he saw them, he got up and greeted them.

Ying Yanyu didn't look at him, but first spotted the policeman behind him.

The man changed into a Meituan uniform and mingled beside Hu San.

"What are you doing?" Ying Yanyu got out of the car, raised his legs and retracted his hips before taking a step, a set of movements were handsome and agile, flowing.

Li Gou looked at it with trepidation.

"Don't worry, this person doesn't care about anything." Hu Sanxin said.

Ying Yanyu didn't think so.

He asked Hu San: "What's wrong with you this time?"

Hu San rubbed his nose: "A while ago someone wanted Dr. Cha Wen. I saw that you cared about him, so I took the order by the way, but was cut off halfway."

Ying Yanyu thought for a while: "The stuff is in that box of Malatang?"

Hu San nodded: "I'll take it."

They buy and sell information, and they all use takeaway transactions.

"Who is checking?" Ying Yanyu turned sideways, dexterously next to Hu San, and slipped a note from his pocket.

Hu San glanced at him, opened his mouth and said two words silently: "Tang Yu."

when.

Someone's machete fell to the ground, cutting the tranquility of the night.

The two parties stood up with a "swish"!

The sword is drawn, and it is on the verge of fire.

Ying Yanyu opened his mouth slightly, waiting for the puckered pupils to return to normal.

Tang Yu.

This person was the organizer of the last wild run.

Being able to make this kind of competition bigger can be seen from the power behind it.

But why did he want Chaweng Orange?

How dare he!

"Hey! Brother Ying!" He snatched the long knife in his hand, Hu San couldn't stop him, so he had to call out to his brothers: "Stay dumb and fart! Watch!"

Ying Yanyu was tough, and walked straight towards the opposite leader amidst the sound of steel pulling away.

"Who asked you to cut off your beard?" He asked right away.

The other party sneered: "They are all out to mess around, you don't understand the rules? Customer information is not disclosed."

Ying Yanyu also laughed, and laughed for a while, until the other party couldn't hold back anymore, he said: "Liu Jie?"

The man's eye sockets widened for a moment, then closed again.

But Ying Yanyu already knew.

He could only guess that Liu Jie probably wanted to spoil Tang Yu's deal and repay the favor owed to Wen Cheng.

"Tell her, it doesn't count this time." After Ying Yanyu finished speaking, he glanced at the densely packed blue helmets on the opposite side, and asked flatly, "Are you still fighting?"

"Nonsense!" The man laughed, "One size counts for one size, and those who grab business are killing their fathers and enemies!!!"

At the same time as the voice fell, the steel rod made a "woo hoo" sound in the air!

The flames of war erupted——

The gangsters dressed in the shells of "Meituan" and "Eleme" fought together!

Ying Yanyu blocked a few times with the back of his long knife, and slipped out in the chaos. He clutched the clothes on his chest, and shouted into the crowd: "Hu San! Hu San! Hu Bingbing——"

"Hey——" Yang Qingliu picked up Hu San by the back of his collar and carried him out.

Ying Yanyu didn't have time to talk nonsense, so he directly reached out: "Car keys."

Hu San subconsciously gave it to him, and then remembered to ask: "Are you leaving?!"

Ying Yan Yu said "En".

"Ah? So many brothers want you to stand up!" Hu San panicked.

Ying Yanyu glanced at the little policeman.

Yang Qingliu's expressionless face finally changed a bit. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Call the police, we'll be there in a minute."

"What! You called the police? You lied to me!" Hu San was furious.

Yang Qingliu looked at him indifferently: "Gathering. Crowd fighting. Fighting, disturbing the people in the middle of the night, there are at least ten people reporting from the same place."

Hu San was silent for half a second, then turned around and yelled: "Tahu——"

When he turned his head again, Ying Yanyu was no longer there.

......

Wen Cheng always felt that she seemed to have forgotten something.

He thought about it for a while, but he didn't think about it, and then he disappeared with the wind.

"Chengcheng, I would like to invite your grandma Wen over tomorrow, are you free to cook?" Grandma Zeng asked him while cutting flowers.

Wen Cheng flipped through the notebook: "Tomorrow, I'm going to change the dressing for the proprietress of the beauty salon..."

Dressing?

correct!Dressing!

The wound on the child has not been changed yet.

Not only did it not change, it might even be torn.

He suddenly remembered the pale smiling face in the zoo. The sun illuminated the sweat in the corners of his eyes, his clear eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled flatteringly at him.

Beautiful and fragile.

Snapped.

The notepad fell on the table.

Grandma Zeng asked strangely, "What's wrong?"

Wen Cheng stood up abruptly, and walked out the door with her mobile phone in hand.

"Hi, the number you are calling is off..."

Following the "squeak" sound of the iron door opening, a cold reminder sound came from the receiver.

Wen Cheng was in a hurry, more urgent than ever.

He dialed over and over again, unknowingly walked to the door of the child's house, and looked up at the darkness in the room.

"You bastard..." His voice was a little unsteady, trying to dig out clues from his chaotic mind.

Hu San.

Hu San should know that he swiped twice before unlocking the screen.

The phone was dialed.

Hu San cut it off.

Wen Cheng hit her a few more times, but was also pinched.

Holding his mobile phone, he listened in a daze to the croaking of cicadas and frogs.

What are you in a hurry for?

The child has friends, brothers, and even women. Besides, he has all of them, won't he go to the hospital by himself?

Wen Cheng wiped her face: "I'm so stupid. Forced..."

He turned around, and his voice was cut off in his throat.

Ying Yanyu stood behind him like a ghost for an unknown how long.

"Are you looking for me?"

"..." Wen Cheng hasn't recovered her language function for the time being.

"Are you looking for me?" Ying Yanyu asked persistently.

"..."

"Are you..." Finally, when he asked the third time, Wen Cheng said "yes".

"Really?" Ying Yanyu was sobbing obviously, he kept swallowing the air, as if he was swallowing all the grievances and sufferings.

The thorns on Wen Cheng's body fell off immediately.

"I," Ying Yanyu looked at him, "I'm in so much pain."

With the help of a small street lamp, Wen Cheng noticed the bloodshot eyes in his eyes: "Didn't you say it sooner?"

Ying Yanyu shook his head.

He was educated since he was a child that being weak is not a reason to act like a baby.

So he can't express it.

"I think I'm going to die." Ying Yanyu rubbed the hem of his trousers, and asked in a very soft voice, "...is it okay?"

Wen Cheng squinted at him: "What? Can't hear you."

Ying Yanyu's ears were red, and he whispered like a mosquito: "Can I hug you?"

"What do you say?"

"Yes, yes."

Wen Cheng didn't move.

Ying Yanyu pursed his lips, raised his hand to grab his clothes, and brought them to his side, then closed his eyes cowardly before he dared to raise his hands and hug him.

When his forehead touched the hollow of his shoulders, his entire body lost strength.

Before he was gone, no one would look for him.

During the two years when he disappeared, his parents did not find him, and neither did Hu San.

Everyone tacitly agreed that he was made of iron, that he couldn't die and wouldn't hurt.

But he almost failed several times.

Finally someone came to him.

"My twig is gone." Ying Yanyu complained to Papa Wen.

Wen Cheng was speechless: "...you can't find someone to act like a baby? Are you begging to be beaten?"

The hot air from the child's mouth passed over his neck, burning a small piece of skin red.

Ying Yanyu smirked like a mentally handicapped: "Hey."

The author has something to say: Little friend Ying took out a small book: Today is also a day when I can't straighten myself.