Old Chinese medicine and small vendors

After all this trouble, the little security guard was imprisoned. Unfortunately, he could not be imprisoned for a year or two.

"What does this mean?" Hu San refused to accept.

"Oh, it's not up to me how many years I'll be locked up for," the policeman said helplessly, "Lanlan just turned fourteen, and there's no obvious indecent behavior in the video, so it's not bad if she can be locked up for a year or two."

Hearing this, Wen Cheng felt agitated.

When he was taking the video just now, he thought about this problem, but he didn't dare to wait any longer, he was afraid of leaving a shadow in Lanlan's heart, but in this way, that scumbag would be cheaper.

"It's okay, that's it, let's go," Sister Liu said, "Go home and have dinner."

Ying Yanyu looked at her for a while, then nodded and left.

Hu San immediately followed, wrinkled his face and said: "Brother Ying, forget it? I think that person will have to commit another crime after he comes out."

Ying Yanyu pouted, and said in a low voice: "That sister is not easy to mess with, wait for him to come out... I guess I want to go back to prison soon."

Hu San was silenced by what he said.

Ying Yanyu has always been very accurate in judging people. If he said it was a ten thousand year turtle, then it was by no means a thousand year turtle.

"Doctor Wen, may I treat you to a meal?" Sister Liu said politely.

Wen Cheng wanted to say "No", but his words changed again. He pointed to the person walking in front: "He was the one who shot."

Sister Liu looked at Ying Yanyu.

Coincidentally, when Yan Yu turned his head, the two met face to face, and he said first: "If you don't eat, just owe me a favor."

Sister Liu raised her slender eyebrows: "What do you want?"

Ying Yanyu smiled heartily: "I owe it first." He didn't think of it for the time being, but it was always useful.

"Human," Sister Liu said, then raised her hand to pat Wen Cheng, "It's still you."

Wen Cheng sighed, maybe he was old.

He is not interested in washing, cutting and blowing.

At Yan Yu's age, it's time to be fashionable... But the price of 20 yuan per dye in Sister Liu's barber shop is not as good as a meal?

Sister Liu took Lan Lan by the hand, and took the time to look at Wen Cheng several times.

She knew that there was a new Chinese medicine doctor on the street, but she had never contacted her.

Looking at it up close now, I feel like laughing a bit. I'm not from this side, and my body smells clean.

On the other hand, the kid in front looks like he grew up here.

"Hurry up and go." Ying Yanyu urged Hu San.

"Huh? Why don't we have a meal together? I'm already hungry." Hu San said.

"Who will eat with you! I'll eat at Wen Cheng's house, no, I'll eat at grandma's house." Ying Yanyu said.

"Damn it, forget your friends when you see sex!" Hu San pointed at him angrily, "Remember about the game!"

"get out."

When Wen Cheng walked up to him, he just heard the word "competition", and was a little surprised: "Is today's square dance just a finalist?"

Ying Yanyu was stunned when he heard this: "Huh? There's still a final?"

Wen Cheng laughed and said, "I'm asking you!"

"Oh!" Ying Yanyu found that he was very stupid every time in front of Wen Cheng, and he said a lot of stupid things, "No."

"Tsk, then you're still talking about competitions?" Wen Cheng and the others came out of the police station, turned a corner to the barber shop, greeted Hu San and Sister Liu, and they walked onto the cobblestone road.

This road has been around for some years, and the broken cracks are full of moss.

There are old houses made of gray bricks on the side of the road, and the windows are facing them, emitting bursts of cooking smoke.

"Ah cough!" Ying Yanyu sneezed on being choked by the fried pepper, and touched his nose in embarrassment. He hadn't answered Wen Cheng's question yet.

And Wen Cheng wisely didn't ask a second time.

He walked on the stone steps silently as if nothing had happened, and the weeds growing on both sides set him off nicely.

Ying Yanyu walked behind, looking at his tall and thin back, clean and soft hair tips, and neatly trimmed nails.

Wen Cheng's nails are very special, they are whiter than ordinary people's, and the short section of milky white... is slowly being carried behind her back.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Cheng's tone was not very good, a wrinkle formed between her brows.

"..." Ying Yanyu felt that it was impossible for him to blush, and it was impossible for him to blush in this life. He is Brother Ying who has seen big scenes, how could he be ashamed because of someone else's words.

So he put the back of his hand to his face.

If his heat receptors didn't fail, then his hands would be fucking hot!Hold!

"Speak?" Wen Cheng noticed the weird atmosphere, and there was another crease between her brows.

"Cough," Ying Yanyu choked again, "I have a competition on August [-]nd, running wild."

Except for Hu San, no one knew that he would participate in this kind of competition, not even his father, but he still told Wen Cheng.

However, Wen Cheng had never heard of it: "Running? What is it?"

Ying Yanyu successfully changed the subject, heaved a sigh of relief, and explained carefully: "It is to put a group of people on the barren mountain, draw lots, take different routes, collect five flags along the way, and then go down the mountain, whoever arrives first , Whoever wins will get rich."

He picked what he could say.

In fact, this game cannot be put on the bright side.

No monitoring, no rules.

In order to win the game, some people even block people when they can't find all the flags, and grab the opponent's route lottery and five flags.

When he was 15 years old, he saw dead people.

"Are you short of money?" Wen Cheng asked.

Ying Yanyu originally thought he would ask about running wild, but he was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Que."

Wen Cheng squinted at him: "Can't you just go to work honestly?"

Ying Yanyu shook his head: "I have to do something exciting."

What he said was to do, not like to do it, as if forced to do it.

"Did something happen to you?" Wen Cheng didn't want to meddle in other people's business, but when he thought about the child's reckless character, his mouth became a little disobedient.

Ying Yanyu looked at him a few more times, his big eyes were particularly energetic, and he smiled childishly: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Wen Cheng turned around and was about to leave, but in the middle of the turn, he remembered something and turned around and asked, "Why were you blushing just now?"

"..." Ying Yanyu paused for a second, "No."

Wen Cheng looked at him, motionless: "It's red."

Ying Yanyu continued to shake his head: "No, let's go, go back and eat..."

"You won't fall in love with me, will you?" Wen Cheng wasn't joking. For a moment just now, he felt it... But then he thought about it, this kid was still spending money to buy girls the day before yesterday, so he embarrassedly said Smiling, "Just kidding."

Seeing him turn around, Ying Yanyu dashed up with a mouthful of hot blood under true pressure, and blushed again.

He habitually scratched his left shoulder, feeling panicked.

He has to prepare well for the game, and stop thinking about it, so as not to cause trouble to others.

"Is it raining?" Just as Wen Cheng looked up to the sky, a drop of rain fell into his eyes, and it was so big that he was so sour that he was a little dazed.

"What's wrong?" As soon as Ying Yanyu made a sound, the rain seemed to be controlled by voice, and fell down with a swoosh, soaking the ground in an instant.

"Fuck me?" Seeing that Wen Cheng was not moving, Ying Yanyu gave him a hand, "Go!"

"Wait, I got something in my eye!" Wen Cheng shouted.

"What? Let me see!" Ying Yanyu went over, took his hand away, opened his eyelids and looked carefully, "No!"

"Nonsense! Can you see the rain!" Wen Cheng opened him, covering his eyes to relax.

Ying Yanyu simply took off his T-shirt, covered his head, and ran home with him.

"What are you covering me for? I'm not a girl!" Wen Cheng tore off the clothes on her head, and when she looked up, she saw the scar on the child's back.

A large piece, like water splashed on paper, scattered in all directions.

"Let's go!" Ying Yanyu turned around and saw that he had torn off his clothes and covered them up again, "I'm going to catch a cold if I drench my head!"

"You don't have a cold?" Wen Cheng asked.

"I'm strong!" Ying Yanyu pointed to the six-pack abs on his stomach.

Wen Cheng was silent because he didn't.

When the two ran home, their bodies were soaked.

Grandma Zeng was so distressed, she kept scolding them, not knowing that they would come back earlier, and then urged them to take a bath, while she made ginger soup herself.

"You wear mine first." Wen Cheng took two sets of casual clothes at home, along with a new pair of underwear.

Ying Yanyu hesitated for a moment.

"It's okay, I don't dislike it." Wen Cheng has no obsession with cleanliness.

"No, I want to say, I can't fit in it?" Ying Yanyu smiled.

"Fart!" A vein popped on Wen Cheng's forehead, "If you didn't have that little muscle, you would be a skinny pole!"

"Then I have to be a few centimeters taller and a few centimeters taller... Aww!"

Wen Cheng went downstairs with a sullen face, and borrowed Grandma's bathroom.

He felt that Ying Yanyu was a bit strange, the words just now were not like what he could say, and he smiled too forcedly, the corners of his mouth were still tense.

Where's the trouble?

When he came out of the shower, Ying Yanyu had already obediently sat in the living room on the first floor drinking soup, and it was quite normal to see him now.

"Uncle, I'll give you the money if I win the game." Ying Yanyu held the bowl and frowned every time he took a sip.

"What are you doing for me?" Wen Cheng also started to drink.

"It's just the money for Panax notoginseng, clothes, meals and so on." Ying Yanyu said.

"No, I don't want it, and you don't want to compare." Wen Cheng got up and turned on the TV, and helped Grandma Zeng find "My Fair Princess".

Ying Yanyu kept silent.

He enjoys this moment.

Home.

It was raining heavily outside the house, and inside the house there was the sound of the TV, the laughter of the elderly, and even the noise of the fan swinging.

"If you're sleepy, sleep in the guest room."

And an impatient yet caring tone.