Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

After the rain, the sun gradually slanted, and a full moon hung on the Baikuang Mine.

Amidst the sound of miscellaneous footsteps, Ying Yanyu quietly listened to Wen Cheng's casual mention of the past.

But Hu San and the others kept a distance of four or five meters, followed behind to play flashlights, and no one dared to provoke them all the way down.

"By the way, what are we going to do with this brat?" Hu San and the others had five flags in their hands, so they were guaranteed to be promoted.

"Throw Shankou, don't let him enter the final." Ying Yanyu took the "Tian" flag from the child's hand and handed it to Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng counted, including him, there were thirteen people in total.

In this way, the final is easy.

However, Ying Yanyu quickly denied his idea: "Tang Yu's people," he swept across the group of squatting or sitting people at the foot of the mountain, "his people accounted for two-tenths, more than us."

He pursed his lips unwillingly.

"Who is Tang Yu?" Wen Cheng asked.

"He was the first group of people who took the lead in organizing wild running. He wanted to recruit me to join the group before, but I rejected it." Ying Yanyu looked around in the crowd, as if he hadn't found the target, he turned to Wen Cheng again, "He The people under him are all professional grade."

Wen Cheng said "En", and saw the strong man from before in the crowd opposite, with a bandage on his head and blood stains at the corners of his eyes, he was staring at Ying Yanyu intently.

Wen Cheng frowned in disgust, stood sideways, blocked the child, looked back at him, and mouthed: "Stupid, get out."

The strong man shrugged and smiled, and gave him a middle finger.

Wen Cheng ignored it directly. He was about to drag him away, but Ying Yanyu suddenly leaned into his ear and whispered, "Actually, I was able to kill him just now."

Wen Cheng glanced across.

"But I was afraid that you would get angry, so I endured it. If he still comes to provoke you, then in the finals, I... ah!"

Ying Yanyu covered the back of his head, looked at Wen Cheng, and blinked innocently.

Hu Sanfang saw it next to him, and hurriedly saved face for Brother Ying: "Beating is kissing, scolding is love, everyone is not surprised, hahaha."

"Yes Yes Yes."

The brothers agreed on their faces, but seeing the two men's "flirting and cursing" was still too awkward, they turned their eyes away.

At this time, four or five small shacks were built at the foot of the mountain, and wires and light bulbs were hung along the road, attracting swarms of flying insects to coil around.

A person was sitting in the shed, recording the finalists.

Wen Cheng was taken to one of them by Ying Yanyu, and went in to sit for a while.

The man didn't even have a pen and paper, he just looked him around, asked his name, and waved away.

When Wen Cheng went out, she was still a little dazed: "Is this all right?"

Ying Yanyu nodded with a smile, and touched the wound on the corner of his mouth: "They only need to record your appearance and name with their brains. Written records are easy to leak out, which is not good for everyone."

Wen Cheng had to admit that the competition was extremely serious, but what's the point of being serious?

"I don't know. When I participated, I just wanted to find some meaning, the meaning of living, or the meaning of dying." Ying Yanyu breathed out, and in the low temperature mountain night, a white mist formed, making people feel the pain in his body. heat.

"I ended up with nothing, I became more and more confused, and then... I met you."

Wen Cheng's fingertips numb, she looked down at the road, and walked extremely seriously.

seriously.

This is the first time he has been in love after living for so many years. Logically speaking, he should not be suppressed by Ying Yanyu, who is 13 years younger than him, but ideals always run counter to reality.

He's fucking crushed.

The child's casual confession made his old face blush, and he was very worthless.

"We..." Ying Yanyu stood with him under the streetlight outside the shack, "Are we together?"

Snapped.

Wen Cheng slapped her across the face, and it was too late to stop.

Ying Yanyu just covered his face like this, and stared at him in a daze: "What's wrong, still... can't we be together?"

He thought about hugging and kissing, and this time he even explained his family background clearly, so why not?

Wen Cheng stretched out his hand awkwardly.

Ying Yanyu looked down.

A dead mosquito, still bleeding from him.

"There are still mosquitoes at this time." After Ying Yanyu finished speaking, he wiped his face, and both of them fell into a strange silence.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hu San came out from another shack with an unnatural expression on his face.

Ying Yanyu was familiar with him, so he noticed the clue at a glance: "Why are you nervous?"

"Ah?" Hu San confused, "No."

Ying Yanyu raised his eyebrows, his eyes looked from top to bottom, and finally stopped on the mobile phone he was holding tightly.

"What's the matter?" Hu Sangan swallowed with a smile.

Ying Yanyu was about to speak, but Wen Cheng told him to leave.

"Now I can go back and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my grandma."

"Well."

When Ying Yanyu turned around, he caught a glimpse of the bruise on Wen Cheng's face. He seemed to have deliberately covered it with his forehead hair, and the hair drooped to conceal the scar.

Ying Yanyu raised his hand, pushed the broken hair behind his ears, and looked at it carefully as if masochistic.

These injuries are all because of him.

"Don't look," Wen Cheng took his hand, "Go home first."

"En." Ying Yanyu rubbed his chin against the wound on the other side's forehead, the smile on the corner of his mouth just pulled up, but froze again.

Wen Cheng sensed something was wrong, followed his gaze, and turned around to look over.

It was the kid who snatched his flag before. He was sitting outside a shack with his legs crossed. He didn't leave after the game.

"Waiting for someone?" Wen Cheng saw that the people around him had almost left, and felt a little strange, it didn't look like it.

"Probably has nowhere to go," Hu San snorted, "Who wants such a biting bitch?"

They are not far away.

Hearing what they said, the child sneaked up a glance.

this look.

Wen Cheng's breath stopped suddenly, and he quickly grabbed Ying Yanyu's hand.

"What's the matter?" Ying Yanyu gripped back hard, but his voice was very soft, "Chengcheng?"

Wen Cheng stared at him closely without saying a word.

so similar.

He had seen that look in Ying Yanyu's body just now, but he couldn't understand it at the time, but now he suddenly realized it.

Helpless and confused, even with humble expectations, but I don't even know what I am looking forward to.

"Xiaoyu..." Wen Cheng's voice was quite earnest.

Ying Yanyu's face turned black when he heard it. He has always been unwilling to bring the age difference to the fore, so he is particularly concerned about the "nicknames" of the two parties, not to mention the tone of being called a grandson...

"Little Cheng," he purposely suppressed his voice hoarsely, like a half-century old man, "tell me."

Just as Wen Cheng was about to get serious, he got rid of him making jokes like this again, holding back a lot of words in his heart, unable to find his way out.

He thought about it, and then decided to forget it.

The two big men are a little tired of talking about love and love all day long.

Anyway, the future is still long, whether it is good or not, we will know in the future.

"I will love you in the future." Wen Cheng walked towards the child without listening to the other party's reply after finishing speaking.

Ying Yanyu had a sweet taste in his mouth, but before he swallowed it down, like a little wolf dog whose territory had been robbed, he raised his tail and followed.

The little boy sat on the ground by himself, near the light, as if it would be warmer.

When he found Wen Cheng approaching, his whole body tensed up and he stared at him warily.

Wen Cheng stopped a step away. He and the child looked at each other for a while before asking, "Are you waiting for someone?"

The child shook his head.

After all, Wen Cheng has a medical background. As long as he doesn't lose his temper, his handsome face will always have a calm and peaceful face. This kind of quality is especially attractive to people like Ying Yanyu.

"What's your name?"

So when he asked, the child only paused for a moment, and then replied: "Gu Ke, Jing Ke's Ke."

"Gu..." As soon as Wen Cheng spoke, someone tugged at the corner of his clothes. He turned his head and found that Ying Yanyu was looking at him eagerly. He couldn't help wondering, "What's wrong?"

Ying Yanyu was wronged and said: "Leave him alone, I don't like him."

Wen Cheng: "Why?" Do likes repel each other?

As soon as Ying Yan Yu talked about this, he started to grit his teeth again: "He took your flag! He almost killed..."

He hastily swallowed the word "death".

Wen Cheng wanted to say it was okay, but then thought, what would he do if someone rubbed Ying Yanyu on the ground and almost suffocated?

Then you have to kill and flog the corpses...

Gu Ke was keenly aware of Wen Cheng's emotional changes, from curiosity at the beginning to resistance.

While he was disappointed, he explained in a low voice: "I didn't harm you. That uncle didn't kill people in the wild, so I cooperated with him. I just want your flag."

Ying Yanyu held Wen Cheng, and cast a deep glance at Gu Ke from an angle he couldn't see.

He also found that this little brat resembled him a bit.

"How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

"Brother, take him down," Ying Yanyu said, "See if someone is raising him, and if no one is raising him, go through a set of procedures and hang him in..."

He quietly looked at Wen Cheng's side face, and then said: "Hanging under the name of Cheng Cheng."

Wen Cheng had a "Huh?" expression on his face.

Ying Yanyu said angrily, "You like it."

Wen Cheng frowned again, pinched his cheek full of collagen, and asked earnestly: "I like it here, don't you? It's not like you don't know that I earn less money. I can only feed a dog. "

Ying Yanyu let him pinch his face and deformed it, and said inarticulately: "I will stew the black mouth when I go back. You support me, ah...no, I will support you."

"Ah cough!" Wu Zui squatted at Grandma's feet, shook his head and sneezed.

"Oh, it's going to be sunny when the dog sneezes." Grandma Zeng patted the dog's head and sat in the yard waiting for the full moon to climb out of the dark clouds.

Seeing Wen Cheng's expression of disbelief, Ying Yanyu took out his phone and showed him: "You are about to become a manga artist!"

"..." I can go to preschool if I am a little more childish, I am inexplicably gratified.

Wen Cheng took the phone and looked at the text message that said "Successful Submission" on it, first read it again uncertainly, then opened her mouth in a little astonishment, and finally couldn't help laughing: "When did it happen?"

"It was after I quarreled with you," Ying Yanyu lowered his voice, "I was very scared at the time, my most cherished relationship was gone just like that, so I had the mentality of giving it a try, in case it was published, Can you see it too?"

Wen Cheng rubbed his face again, much happier than when he scored 620 in the college entrance examination.

So much so that on the way back, he had a smile in his eyes all the time, and never mentioned anything about the final again.

When getting out of the car, Gu Ke followed Hu San and looked back at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng did not look back as usual.

Instead, Ying Yan Yu tilted his head and smiled silently at him.

Gu Ke blinked, and was dragged by Hu San to find the little policeman.

Gaodong Street is still the same, every night it is quiet everywhere.

When Wen Cheng stepped into the familiar alley, he still couldn't recover, as if he just went to buy some food just now, and it took only 5 minutes, and when he turned around, Ying Yanyu was still by his side.

"What's the matter, is Chengcheng afraid of the dark?" Ying Yanyu took out his mobile phone to light up.

The evening wind in early autumn was already chilling, he wanted to take off his coat to Wen Cheng, but was refused.

"We'll be there soon." Wen Cheng said as he stepped up the steps, but then stopped abruptly.

Ying Yanyu didn't understand what was going on at first, until his eyes inadvertently swept across the other's waist, he suddenly remembered the bruise.

Wen Cheng's waist was bruised from being kicked.

"......sorry."

No matter how Ying's mother treated him before, Ying Yanyu never complained, because he didn't dare, he felt that she was pitiful and lonely, and he could never betray her again.

But this time, he couldn't bear it.

Even if she threatened him with the phrase "I will commit suicide and become a ghost, I will not let you go", he will not compromise again.

"What are you talking about, I'm sorry," Wen Cheng put his hand on the other's forearm, and used his strength to step forward, "It looks like you cheated."

"..." Ying Yan Yu choked.

Wen Cheng glanced at him, and then warned: "Wu Zui has someone, Uncle Wang next door and his family's Ahua..."

"Orange!" Ying Yanyu raised his voice.

Wen Cheng snorted: "Hmph, it's okay to start being fierce once the relationship is confirmed."

Ying Yanyu was choked again, and said aggrievedly: "You can't always compare me to a dog."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Wen Cheng around, stepped down two stairs by himself, and turned his back on the flat ground.

"Dididi, Doctor Wen's car is here, come up quickly!"

Wen Cheng was stunned for a moment. Apart from his waist, he still had a few injuries, which were indeed in severe pain, so he didn't feel pretentious. He leaned over and hooked the other party's neck.

Ying Yanyu bent down slightly, hugged his buttocks with one hand, grabbed the other's wrist with the other, and stood up easily.

Wen Cheng was so shocked that he froze.

Exactly...it's normal...shouldn't you hug your thighs? ? ?

Hugging buttocks... isn't it for kids to hug buttocks? ? ?

But he looked at the "natural" look on the child's side face, and didn't want to say it, he always felt that he had lost a bit?

"Hello, welcome to the Little Tadpole, where are you going?" Ying Yanyu said solemnly.

Wen Cheng smiled in his ear: "How much is the starting price?"

Ying Yanyu's ears trembled, and he said in a muffled voice, "520 yuan, and a tip of 1314 yuan."

"..."

If you are more naive, you can drop out of preschool and go back to kindergarten.

Wen Cheng thought so in her heart, but she kept smiling: "It's so expensive, I'm a poor doctor, and I can't afford to sit."

"Ah, I don't even give me the money to sell myself," Ying Yanyu muttered in a low voice, and then changed his words, "Then three yuan and four."

Three dollars and four?

Is there any special way to say this?

Wen Cheng thought for a while, and the scene of his first conversation with Ying Yanyu suddenly flashed through his mind... He stepped on a cucumber on the stall.

"Then can I buy two?" Wen Cheng said softly at that time.

The little handsome guy hesitated for half a second, nodded, picked up two cucumbers, weighed them, and handed them directly to Wen Cheng: "Three yuan and four."