Indigo

Indigo

Author: E science student

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#Anecdotes about me and my neighbor brother#

Fried-haired male high school student attacks X person's wild neighbor's elder brother

Content tags: grow up in a strong year

Search keywords: Protagonist: Pu Ling, Miyano┃Supporting role: ┃Others:

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☆, 01

The long summer started before the end of the school, and the school didn't even turn on the air conditioner.

The subtle smell of sweat in the classroom was entangled with the smell of the cheap perfume that the girls secretly sprayed on their bodies. Pu Ling sniffed her nose, covered her nose with her left hand calmly, and held a pen in her notebook with the other hand Write quickly.

"I'm so hungry—" Feng Han sighed, and lay down on the table weakly.

Lao Liang, who was sitting on the podium, pushed his glasses, looked up at him, and said, "You are asked to take notes, not just sitting there waiting for get out of class to finish."

Feng Han sighed, took out his pen and began to memorize the things on the blackboard honestly.

In this political class, the blackboard was filled with dense writing by Lao Liang, and it was all test points.

Culture, as a kind of spiritual power, can be transformed into material power in the process of people's understanding and transformation of the world, and has a profound and profound impact on social development.

Pu Ling's arm was knocked crooked, and the words were not written properly.

He turned to look at Feng Han.

Feng Han looked innocent: "What do you see me doing?"

Pu Ling didn't speak, kicked him under the table, and continued to write his notes with his head propped up.

Feng Han clutched his leg in pain and didn't dare to make a sound.

"Puling! Puling! Puling!" Feng Han picked up the crowd in the cafeteria and slipped to his side like a monkey, "Why are you running so fast, your legs are so long."

"Food."

"Let me have lunch with you!" Feng Han said with a smile.

Pu Ling glanced at him: "I want to bring food for Brother Yan, go back and eat."

"Is that brother Yan of yours eating you for nothing?" Feng Han asked.

"No." Pu Ling said.

"Oh." Feng Han rubbed his head, suddenly he had nothing to say.

Pu Ling felt that her ears were quite clean.

He took out the lunch box from his schoolbag, packed vegetables and rice, buttoned the lunch box again, and put it back in his schoolbag.

"I'm leaving." Pu Ling said.

"Oh, oh." Feng Han didn't expect that he would say goodbye to himself, and blinked uncomfortably.

Pu Ling left the school gate and walked along the side of the road.

This road had just been renovated during the summer vacation not long ago, and there was still a smell of cement.

Pu Ling failed to understand the significance of renovating this old road. The school is only a hundred meters away from home. After walking this hundred meters, it is still an old world.

At the end of the road there is a cluster of shops crowded together.

Laohu Tailor, Sixi Tobacco and Wine, Xiaofang Foot Bath and Ayong Hair House.

Opposite the shops is a down jacket factory with a faded banner reading "Down jacket factory".Pu Ling didn't know whether the processing factory closed down or not, but when he first moved here, the processing factory did open with firecrackers.

Pu Ling's house was behind the processing factory and had to bypass a large field of wild vegetables.

Most of the vegetables in the field are grown by old residents who live nearby, using natural fertilizers, and the taste is unspeakable.

As soon as Pu Ling approached, he heard some laughter.

He raised his eyes and saw a man lying on the ground with several girls stepping on his back.

The person trampled on the ground was probably also a girl, and Pu Ling saw that her clothes were pink.

Those girls were not ugly, they were all from the same school, and they often walked around the school together, Pu Ling saw it several times.

"Hey!" One of the girls whistled at him and laughed, "What are you looking at!"

Pu Ling ignored it and didn't plan to take care of it, her back was so hot from the sun, she wanted to just walk over.

"You're so cute." Another girl said in an exaggerated voice.

Then they all laughed.

"Puling!" Someone shouted, "Help me!"

Pu Ling lowered her head and looked into the ground along the girls' legs and shoes.

It was a familiar face.

Hu Yuan.

The first Laohu tailor shop at the intersection, the daughter of a tailor in the shop.

Hu Yuan's face was bruised, her hair was disheveled, mixed with sweat and mud.

From her expression, Pu Ling could only see anger, not fear.

Even the call of his name just now made him sound like he was gnashing his teeth.

Pu Ling said nothing, and walked towards her.

He stretched out his hand.

Hu Yuan froze for a moment, there was some surprise in addition to anger in her eyes.

"You want to meddle in Sister Yan's affairs?" a girl said sharply.

The girl who had just whistled folded her arms and tilted her head to look at him with a half-smile.

This should be Miss Yan.

Thinking about it, Pu Ling reached out and pulled Hu Yuan up from the mud.

There was a pool of mud in Hu Yuan's palm, and some of Pu Ling's hands were also stained. He wiped his hands on his trousers expressionlessly.

Hu Yuan's expression was a little embarrassed.

"Are you her boyfriend?" Sister Yan said.

Pu Ling raised her eyes and met Sister Yan's provocative gaze.

"No."

He bypassed the dirty Hu Yuan and planned to go home.

Brother Yan will be upset if the food is getting cold.

"Didn't you protect her that much?" Sister Yan raised her eyebrows.

"Is there anything else?" Pu Ling turned to look at Sister Yan.

Sister Yan didn't speak, but Pu Ling looked at Hu Yuan again.

Hu Yuan grabbed her right hand with her left hand and quickly followed him.

The girls didn't keep up.

Hu Yuan followed Pu Ling into a small alley, and after passing the alley, there was a bungalow in a residential area, similar to a courtyard house, with a landlord, and both Hu Yuan and Pu Ling were tenants here.

The main entrance is a common one for people who live here, it is not locked, and it is almost broken.

Pu Ling pushed open the door, and Aunt Qin, who lives in Xihu, was squatting by the well washing vegetables. She raised her head and gave him a strange look, but said nothing.

Pu Lingquan pretended not to see, and walked over to touch the key to open the door of his own house.

"Puling," Hu Yuan called to him a second before he entered the door, and whispered, "Thank you, thank you."

Pu Ling hummed.

My mother was not at home, so I probably ate at the ribbon factory at noon.

Pu Ling went up to the second floor, opened the balcony, and climbed up a short corridor leading to one end of the balcony.

On the other side of the corridor is a balcony of a small second-floor house facing south.

The walls of the balcony are very old, covered with colorful and irregular oil paint patterns, and the previous colors cannot be seen.

Pu Ling leaned over and knocked on the balcony window, but no one answered.

He touched the gray window, trying to see the scene clearly from the path he touched with his fingertips.

Before he could get his face close, the balcony door was pulled forcefully from the inside, and a pair of slightly narrowed narrow eyes poked out, looking at him impatiently.

Pu Ling stood up: "Lunch."

Miyano responded vaguely, rubbed his head, and went back to the room.

Pu Ling followed.

The room was dimly lit, full of unhealthy precipitated air after a whole night's sleep, mixed with a little paint smell, and hotter than outside.

Pu Ling frowned, threw her schoolbag on the sofa beside the bed, got up and opened the curtains and windows.

Fresh air rushed in.

much better.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Miyano walked out of the small bathroom squeezed between the closet and the open kitchen, looked at the mirror on the wall opposite the bathroom, and brushed his hair.

"Thousand-sheet tofu, tomato scrambled eggs, potato shreds." Pu Ling put the two lunch boxes on the coffee table.

"Good Su." Miyano came over, crumpled up a few white papers scattered on the coffee table and threw them aside.

Pu Ling saw the painting on the white paper just now. The colors are very mixed and messy, and he can't understand it. It should be drawn by Miyano.

He didn't say anything, and went to the kitchen to get two pairs of chopsticks.

Pu Ling put the chopsticks under his nose and smelled it, but there was no peculiar smell.After thinking for two seconds, he turned on the tap and rinsed the chopsticks again, then took out a napkin, put it under the chopsticks for Miyano, opened his lunch box and started eating.

After washing his face, Miyano came out of the bathroom, tied up his hair with a black rubber band around his wrist, and sat next to Pu Ling.

He fumbled in his trouser pocket for a while, then stuffed the roll of banknotes he found into Puling's schoolbag.

Pu Ling looked up at him.

"Meal money for this month." Miyano said.

Pu Ling nodded and continued to eat her own.

Miyano is the adopted son of the landlord, and everyone calls him Brother Yan.

It is said that when he was picked up by the landlord, there was a note in the quilt wrapped around him, and there were only two words on the note, Gu Yan.

The landlord refused to give him this name, so he made one himself.

Picked, wild, called wild.

The landlord's dead husband's surname is Gong, so his name is Miyano.

Miyano is three years older than Pu Ling, does not go to school, is tall, and the most distinctive feature of his body is his lush and thick long hair.He doesn't cut it, and it's annoying. He often uses plastic rubber bands to tie it up casually, and put it high behind his head, which looks very personal.

It was Feng Han who said that he had a lot of character, not Pu Ling.

Pu Ling was in the sixth grade when she first moved here, and she has known Miyano for more than five years now.

Miyano is very lazy, the kitchen is just a decoration, if it is not for sleeping and going to the bathroom, the whole house can be a decoration.

Puling brought meals for him every day since he was in junior high school, and also cleaned up the house, in order to get a certain amount of remuneration.

Pu Ling took the schoolbag over and put it on her lap, took out a roll of money that Miyano hid, counted it, and put one roll back into Miyano's pocket.

"Why?" Miyano swallowed his food and squinted at him.

"There are too many." Pu Ling said.

Miyano wanted to return the money to him, but Pu Ling pressed the back of his hand.

"Hiss." Miyano frowned.

Pu Ling let go, seeing a bruise on the back of his hand.

"Fighting again?" Pu Ling looked at him.

Miyano put down his chopsticks: "You control me."

When Miyano is not smiling, his face seems to be covered with a layer of chill, he often does not smile.

He is just like his name, wild, irritable, and even a little bit cruel.

Pu Ling lived here for more than five years, and the days during which Miyano was not injured on his face or body were few and far between.

Miyano has a small group with four or five members. They are all young people with a personality like him, who have nothing to do all day long, wandering the street with a cigarette in their hands, and go up and beat up people who don't like them.

Oh, Miyano still has work to do. He lives here and collects rent for his adoptive mother.

"How dare I." Pu Ling said calmly, putting away the lunch box and getting up.

Miyano frowned and said, "You only ate half of it."

Just before Pu Ling opened the door to go out, she turned her head and said, "I won't bring any food for tonight, you can take care of it yourself."

"..."

The kid has a big temper.

Miyano smiled self-deprecatingly, found a cigarette from the bed, lit one, and smoked while leaning against the balcony window.

Puling can be seen from here.

Pu Ling walked quickly and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Then jump onto your balcony.

Then he opened the balcony door and went in.

Miyano picked up a few mouthfuls of rice casually, covered the lunch box, took the sneakers that were drying on the balcony, and went to the bathroom to brush.

If you want to go out at night, you still have to brush your shoes.

Halfway through the shoe brush, the phone rang, and he picked it up. It was Luo Ying.

"Where is it?" Luo Ying heard the ever-changing sound of mahjong hitting mahjong.

"At home." Miyano held the phone between his head and shoulders, and continued to brush his shoes.

"Come to my house, I have something good for you." Luo Ying said with a smile.

Miyano hung up the phone, looked at the yellow laces on the sneakers in his hand, thought about it and called Pu Ling.

After beeping for six seconds, Pu Ling answered, and said slowly, "What are you doing?"

"Buy me two shoelaces after school." Miyano touched his nose.

"No time." Pu Ling hung up the phone.

Miyano wanted to laugh while holding the phone, but couldn't help it.

Miyano went to Luo Ying's house, but no one answered after knocking on the door for a long time.He sighed, squatted at the door and smoked half a cigarette before walking away.

I found that Luo Ying was in the chess and card room near home, the innermost room.

Luo Ying, smoking a cigarette, was touching cards on the square table.

The room was smoky and the air conditioner was turned on, Miyano almost thought he had entered the Heavenly Palace.

"Yaoji!" An old man with thinning gray hair shouted opposite Luo Ying.

Luo Ying frowned impatiently, and glared at him: "What are you yelling, look more clearly."

The uncle giggled and said, "Miss, I'm sorry."

"Who the fuck is Miss!" Luo Ying cursed, pinching a cigarette.

"...Mom." Miyano walked over.

"Why are you here?" Luo Ying said angrily.

"Ask yourself," Miyano said.

"Didn't I tell you to go to the house?" Luo Ying casually lit another cigarette, looking at her cards one by one, "Someone is here."

"No one, I've been knocking on the door for a long time." Miyano said, bent over and picked a mahjong from a row and threw it in the middle of the table, "Touch."

Several poker players looked at him with complaining eyes.

"Good son." Luo Ying smiled and touched his face.

Hu Yuan didn't come in the afternoon, Pu Ling stared at her seat for a while, then lowered her head to do her homework.

"Puling." Lao Yu, the homeroom teacher, appeared at the door and waved to him.

Pu Ling walked out through the back door.

"Why didn't Hu Yuan come to class? Didn't you ask me for leave?" Lao Yu asked kindly.

"I don't know." Pu Ling said.

"Didn't she live with you?" Old Yu said with a smile.

"Not familiar," Pu Ling narrowed his eyes, "Is there anything else?"

Old Yu was stunned.

Pu Ling turned and went back to the classroom.

The class in the afternoon was very boring, and the cicadas outside the window blew one after another, making me drowsy.

The old-fashioned overhead fan whirled slowly, making a lonely, monotonous creak.

Pu Ling supported her head, her left eye was closed, and her right eye was barely open, to prevent the chalk from the history teacher on the podium that might fly over at any time.

Feng Han beside him has been lying on the table and fell asleep for most of the class, and the chalk tip is not working well.

The hurried bell for the end of get out of class was like a life-saving signal. Pu Ling was about to fall headfirst and sleep to death for 10 minutes, when someone pushed her shoulder suddenly.

"Fuck." He didn't have a good temper, frowned and closed his eyes, ignoring it.

"Where's Hu Yuan?" the man asked.

Pu Ling didn't respond, but was pushed again on the shoulder.

"I'm asking you something," the man said.

Pu Ling opened her eyes: "Is she related to me?"

"Have you seen her?" Wu Dong looked anxious.

"Your girlfriend, ask me?" Pu Ling looked at him.

Wu Dong cursed and left.

Feng Han woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes: "What's going on?"

Pu Ling ignored him and fell down again.

Sleep until finally school is over.

Pu Ling randomly stuffed homework books into her schoolbag and walked out through the back door.

Wu Dong leaned on the railing outside the classroom to watch him.

"She didn't answer my phone, and I don't know where she went." Wu Dong said, sounding anxious.

Pu Ling sighed: "She was beaten."

Wu Dong's eyes widened when he heard this: "Who the hell..."

"A few girls, I don't know their names." Pu Ling interrupted him, and added, "That's all I know, don't pester me."

After leaving the school gate, the sun had just set and it was still very hot.

Pu Ling looked at the grocery stores that were open on both sides of the school gate, and finally chose the one that looked the largest and walked in.

"Yes, do you have white shoelaces?" Pu Ling asked the boss.

"Two for five yuan," said the boss.

"Take four." Pu Ling handed over ten yuan.

There is a 24-hour pharmacy opposite the school gate, which is particularly inconspicuous hidden between two competing stationery stores.

Pu Ling carried the plastic bag for shoelaces, stood at the door of the pharmacy, looked at it for a while, and then went in.

The author has something to say: I had something to say, but I forgot.

☆, 02

Miyano followed behind Luo Ying, watching her take out the key hanging around her neck and open the door.

"At home, why not at home, he was still taking a nap when I first went out to play cards..." Luo Ying muttered.

As soon as he opened the door, Miyano saw a strange man sitting shirtless in the yard eating watermelon.

"Why don't you open the door at home?" Luo Ying said.

The man didn't speak, and ate his watermelon without saying a word.

"Who is he?" Miyano frowned.

"Your father." Luo Ying walked into the room without looking back.

Miyano and the man looked at each other for a few seconds, and found that there was no kindness in each other's eyes.

Luo Ying came out carrying two bags of red gift boxes, probably mooncakes, and handed them to him: "Your father gave it to me as a gift for meeting."

"Is this a good thing?" Miyano said.

Luo Ying glared at him: "Take it."

Miyano didn't answer, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I haven't finished eating what my last dad gave me."

"What are you talking about!" Luo Ying hooked the drawstring of the box to his little finger, "Take it and leave! Hurry up!"

Miyano looked back at the man again, and then walked slowly towards the door.

Luo Ying came out to see him off.

"What's going on, you," Luo Ying twisted Miyano's arm, "do you have to shake out all the shitty things I did before?"

"You also know that those things of yours were bad things before?" Miyano said.

"Let's go!" Luo Ying pointed to the front and said angrily, "And don't forget to collect the rent for this month."

Miyano didn't speak, he threw the gift box on his back and left without looking back.

After returning home, he went downstairs and walked around, and Miyano found that Miyahe hadn't come back yet.

All day, I don't know what I'm doing.

Gong He is his younger brother, known as Gong Er, Luo Ying's second adopted son.Live with him on the second floor, he lives upstairs and Gonghe lives downstairs.

In fact, he is not considered an adopted son, Luo Ying doesn't have so many good intentions, and he continues to rape him one after another.Gong He is the child of Luo Ying's distant relatives, only fifteen or sixteen years old.

The place where the child was born was too poor, so he said he came to join Luo Ying to see the world.

Miyano couldn't figure out what kind of world he could see by coming to such a place.

It's just going from the bottom of one well to the bottom of another well.

Don't think about things that you can't figure out, Miyano feels sleepy, didn't eat enough for lunch, and was tossed by Luo Ying again, a little tired.

He stretched himself and went back to the house to take a nap.

It was about five or six o'clock when I woke up, and the dark orange light slanted in through the gray glass windows.

Miyano was sweating from sleep, and got up in a daze to turn on the electric fan.

It's time for Pu Ling to leave school.

He thought about it, squinted his eyes and took the clothes thrown on the bed, fumbled for a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

"Bitch!"

The scolding of the woman downstairs came up.

Miyano frowned, and he could figure out which woman it was with a cigarette butt.

"You, you are good, talk," Old Hu stammered, looking at Aunt Qin, "If you have anything to say, say it well, say it."

"Stutter and go away!" Aunt Qin's finger was almost on his nose.

Pu Qin patted Lao Hu on the shoulder, motioning him to get out of the way.

She raised her eyes and looked at Aunt Qin: "I've made it very clear just now, I didn't throw this bag of garbage at your door."

Aunt Qin snorted, "I'll believe what you say!"

Pu Qin smiled: "Then what do you want me to say?"

Aunt Qin glared at her: "Who knows what wicked things you shameless are doing behind your back!"

Pu Qin nodded and said, "Tell me what immoral things I did."

Aunt Qin put her hips on her hips and cursed as if she was encouraged: "You bitch wanders around in the factory every day to seduce men! Who doesn't know that you did it on purpose..."

With a bang, the balcony door upstairs to the south was kicked open.

Aunt Qin was startled, and then she reacted and looked up.

"Miyano! You are sick!"

Miyano leaned against the railing, a small piece of soot fell from his mouth.

He squinted his eyes and looked down, and said, "I threw it."

"What?" Aunt Qin was dumbfounded.

Pu Qin and Lao Hu also looked up at him.

Miyano was a little embarrassed by the look, and sighed: "I said that I threw out the garbage at your door."

"You threw it?" Aunt Qin shifted her target in an instant, raised her head and yelled at him, "Hey, did you have a brain problem, you little bastard! You don't need to live by throwing rubbish at the door every day. Right! A few steps from the door is a big trash can, you have no eyes, no hands, no feet, you have to throw the trash at my door! You..."

"It's time to pay the rent, Auntie." Miyano interrupted her.

"What?" Aunt Qin was dumbfounded again.

"My mother told me to hurry up." Miyano said.

"..." Aunt Qin glared at him viciously, and slammed the door into the room cursingly.

Miyano wanted to laugh, but was stunned when he lowered his head.

Pu Ling was standing at the door with her schoolbag on her back, looking up at him with no expression on her face, she didn't know how long she stood there.

Miyano raised his eyebrows, whistled at him, turned and went back to the house.

"My son is back." Pu Qin smiled and went to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

Pu Ling glanced at Aunt Qin's closed door: "She scolded you again?"

"Small matter," Pu Qin said softly, looked at Lao Hu again, and said to him, "Go back."

Pu Ling nodded.

"We'll have dinner in a while. If you're hungry, there's the chicken cake I just bought on the table. It's delicious." Putting on her apron, Pu Qin turned and said to Pu Ling before entering the kitchen.

Pu Ling twitched the corners of her mouth and took a chicken cake.

"Mom." He leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Puqin.

"Huh?" Pu Qin turned her head and said, "You didn't have any homework today?"

"On the first day of school, there is little homework, and I finished it early in school." Pu Ling said.

"After finishing my homework," Puqin bent over to wash tomatoes in the sink, "go upstairs to read."

"Why did she scold you today?" Pu Ling asked.

"Don't meddle in your own business, kid." Pu Qin said gently.

"I'm not a kid anymore, I'm a sophomore in high school." Pu Ling took a bite of the chicken cake.

"Go read." Pu Qin raised her chin.

Pu Ling walked over and stuffed the remaining chicken cake into Pu Qin's mouth.

Pu Qin stood there in a daze.

"I don't like to eat this." Pu Ling laughed mischievously, turned her head and picked up her schoolbag and went upstairs.

"Smelly child." Pu Qin cursed with a smile.

"Look, everyone has gone in." Hu Yuan sat by the door with earphones plugged into her ears.

"Are you talking to me?" Old Hu turned his head and sat down next to her on the threshold, "You, didn't, didn't you go to class today?"

"Meddling in other people's business, being scolded to be as happy as a grandson?" Hu Yuan glared at him.

"This, why, how is it meddling." Lao Hu was sweating profusely, "Neighbors, neighbors, should, more, more help."

"Come on, you!" Hu Yuan pulled off the earphones, stood up, and frowned in anger, "Anyway, if you think about it, if you dare to marry that woman, if you have her without me, if you have me without her !"

"Say, what are you talking about?" Old Hu blushed.

"It's you!" Hu Yuan scolded, "If you dare to find me a new mother, I'll show you to death!"

After scolding Hu Yuan, she ran back to the house angrily, leaving Lao Hu alone with her head covered in distress.

Pu Ling lay on the railing of the corridor and watched for a while, and only after Lao Hu entered the room did he slowly walk towards Miyano's balcony.

The balcony door was not closed, and Miyano was sitting on the sofa with his upper body bare, watching TV. The electric fan next to him creaked and turned his neck, and every time he turned it, he looked like he was about to fall apart in pain.

The TV is a small TV, a product that was eliminated a few years ago, worth five hundred.

I bought it for 100 yuan, and it cost [-] yuan to repair it three times.

Pu Ling put the rolled shoelaces on the coffee table, and took out the medicine and cotton swabs in his pocket.

"Hold out your hand," he said to Miyano.

Miyano froze for a moment, then stretched out his hand.

Pu Ling pressed one leg on the sofa, grabbed his hand, dipped some medicine with a cotton swab, and slowly rubbed it on the back of his hand.

Miyano's fingers were long and thin, with neatly manicured nails, unlike the hands of someone with such a hairstyle.

Pu Ling thought, and Miyano's hands trembled.

"It still hurts?" He looked up at Miyano.

"A little bit." Miyano touched his nose.

"Did you beat Iron Man?" Pu Ling said blankly.

"What?" Miyano looked at him and suddenly laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Pu Ling changed a cotton swab and reapplied the medicine on him, "Is it funny?"

"You're funny." Miyano said with the corners of her mouth hooked.

"I'm sick." Pu Ling threw the cotton swab into the trash can beside the coffee table, got up and said, "I'm leaving."

"Puling." Miyano called to stop him.

Pu Ling twitched her eyebrows and turned around at the door.

"Well, I'll give you the money for the medicine." Miyano said.

Pu Ling paused at the door for a while, then said in a deep voice, "No need."

"Oh." Miyano said, and said again, "Do you want to eat moon cakes?"

"what?"

"A gift from my new dad, mooncake." Miyano handed him a red box.

"Is it expired?" Pu Ling said.

Miyano turned the box over and looked at it for a while, then frowned and said, "Fuck, it really is."

"You're not a good new dad, moon cakes that expired as a gift?" Pu Ling raised his eyebrows.

The two looked at each other for a while, then laughed.

"I also think it's not very good," Miyano thought for a while and added, "It must be not very good."

Pu Ling gave him a thumbs up.

Gong He didn't come back until almost eight o'clock, and went upstairs to howl as soon as he came back: "Brother, I'm back!"

Miyano was cooking instant noodles, and Gonghe stopped howling halfway: "I eat it too."

"Where did you go, Tianye?" Miyano said.

"I'm in the game hall." Gonghe said, suddenly thought of something, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Stand." Miyano threw the chopsticks and walked over.

Gonghe didn't dare to move.

Miyano turned his face away, and saw Gonghe's giant panda eyes through the big light bulb hanging by the door.

"What happened?" Miyano asked.

Gong He dodged and said, "It's okay, I accidentally bumped into a tree."

"Which tree?" Miyano looked at him.

Gong He sighed: "I was beaten by Lei Ge's men."

Miyano was still looking at him.

Knowing that there was no way to hide it, Gonghe had no choice but to confess everything: "I was also robbed of money."

"Where's the game hall?" Miyano said.

"Lei, Brother Lei's." Gong He's eyelids twitched when he saw it.

Miyano didn't speak, and kicked his buttocks, and Gonghe fell down on the sofa clutching his buttocks.

"Brother, brother, I was wrong, I will definitely not be playful next time, please forgive me." Gong He cried in a crying voice.

"Get up and lead the way," Miyano said.

"Huh?" Gong He was stunned for a moment.

"Either get up, or be beaten, choose one." Miyano said.

"You said you, Gong Er," Sun Shaonan was smoking a cigarette, and the more he looked at him, the more unpleasant he became, and he simply kicked his ass, "Are you brainless? You, where you can't play games, you have to go to Wang Lei's game hall beat."

Gong He clutched his butt aggrievedly: "Then I didn't know he drove it when I went in to play."

"Come on, Shaonan, if you kick him again, the child's body is developing." Yan Run put his arm on Gong He's shoulder and pulled him aside.

"The most important thing now is to get back Gong Er's money, it's useless if you scold him." Zhou Yang spoke beside him.

"How much did Wang Lei rob you?" Miyano asked.

"Six, six hundred." Gong He whispered.

"Okay, you," Zhou Yang said cheerfully, "You're a pretty rich kid."

Gong He said embarrassedly: "I saved it for several months."

"Stupid..." Sun Shaonan cursed.

Several people left the alley at night and slipped onto the road.

Beyond that is the school Pu Ling attended, and Wang Lei's game hall is in the alley near the school.

Sun Shaonan was walking in the front, and a group of people wandered into the game hall.

Wang Lei happened to be there, and the bald man sitting on the bar at the door playing with his mobile phone was Wang Lei.

Sun Shaonan knocked on his desk.

Wang Lei raised his head, glanced at them, and laughed: "Why are you here when you are free, sit down."

"Wang Lei," Sun Shaonan slapped his hand away impatiently, "what's the matter with going back?"

Wang Lei twisted his mouth and said with a smile, "Brother Sun, what do you mean?"

"What kind of skill is stealing children's money? Beating people?" Sun Shaonan said.

Wang Lei looked behind him and said innocently, "Who is it?"

"Me!" Gong He pointed at himself foolishly, "You hit me and robbed me of money!"

Wang Lei was amused by him and burst out laughing for a while before stopping: "Little brother, don't talk nonsense without evidence!"

"It's really you! You stole my money and still don't admit it!" Gong He shouted angrily.

"Return the money to him, and I won't beat back the black eye." Sun Shaonan grabbed him by the collar.

"Brother Sun," Wang Lei also changed his face, and sneered, "This is my place, you little snack."

"Shaonan." Miyano pulled his hand away.

Wang Lei looked at him: "I haven't seen you recently, but I have seen your mother's boyfriend twice."

"Does this restaurant make money?" Miyano asked, leaning on the bar with both hands, looking at him.

"It's okay." Wang Lei said.

"It took a lot of thought to decorate it," Miyano looked up and said, "You'd be very distressed if it were to be smashed."

"You try it." Wang Lei said softly, winking at a few people standing beside him.

Sun Shaonan reacted quickly, reached out and grabbed the arm of a man who was about to attack, and threw him against the wall.

"I didn't want to do anything." Miyano turned his head to look at the man on the ground who was bending over in pain, and then at Wang Lei, "If you give me the money, we'll leave immediately."

"Cousin!" A handsome boy wearing glasses came out, looked at the ground, and frowned, "What's going on! Who are you?"

"It's none of your business, go back." Wang Lei said.

"Anyway, we have a lot of time. We can come here every day to play games and take care of your business." Zhou Yang said with a smile on his shoulders.

"Really?" Gong He smiled openly.

Yan Run sighed.

Wang Lei gritted his teeth, took out his mobile phone and asked, "Is it possible to transfer money through WeChat?"

Miyano looked back at Miyahe, who frowned and shook his head.

"No," Miyano tapped the bar table with his finger, "I want cash."

Wang Lei looked at him coldly, took out the wallet from his pocket, took out six red ones, and threw them on the table.

"Thank you." Miyano picked it up and handed it to Gonghe, "Count."

Gong He counted it carefully: "That's right."

"Go." Sun Shaonan raised his head.

Several people followed him out.

Gonghe, who wanted the money, was unhappy and swept away, and followed Miyano upstairs to eat his instant noodles.

"Sit down, I'll give you some medicine." Miyano said while grabbing his chin.

"Oh, it hurts like hell." Gonghe Gui cried and howled.

"I haven't even started yet." Miyano turned to get the potion and cotton swabs given by Pu Ling, "What are you pretending to be?"

Gonghe let out an oh, and stopped howling.

Miyano carefully tapped around his eyes with a cotton swab, and finally said: "Next time, don't throw the garbage in front of Aunt Qin's house."

Gong He laughed: "Brother, how do you know I lost it?"

Miyano said: "Who else can there be except you."

Gong He rolled his eyes: "I just don't like her, I don't like her, every time I see her jumping in anger, I'm happy."

Miyano used a little force to strike, and Gonghe immediately begged for mercy in pain.

"Don't just care about your own happiness, don't hurt others." Miyano said.

"Yes, yes, yes, I know, I know." Gong He cried and said.

☆, 03

Pu Ling had a dream.

In the dream, Miyano's tofu-like house collapsed, and Miyano ran out without even being able to put on his clothes.

......

This dream made people a little speechless.

Pu Ling packed her schoolbag and went out, and immediately saw Miyano's younger brother Gong Er squatting by the pool and brushing his teeth.

"Where's your brother?" he asked.

With a toothbrush in his mouth, Gong He mumbled, "I went out just after dawn, and I was woken up by the bang bang bang bang bang bang."

Miyano usually sleeps until noon without being shaken, and goes out at dawn, which should be urgent.

...This person has nothing to worry about other than beating people, and he is dedicated enough to go there at dawn.

Pu Ling frowned, pushed open the yard door and left.

Miyano pinched his cigarette, squatted on a stone brick under the telephone pole, and looked down at the person lying at Sun Shaonan's feet not far away.

The man's face was deformed by the beating, and he turned his body slowly, making some slight moaning sounds from his mouth.

Yan Run sighed and turned his face away.

Zhou Yang wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak after seeing Miyano's face.

"Xiaoba." Miyano's voice was a little heavy, "In my conscience, my brothers treated you well, it's not bad."

Xiao Ba gasped in pain, and struggled to open his blood-stained eyes to look at him.

"What should be touched and what should not be touched," Miyano whispered, "Didn't you count?"

"wrong...wrong