Indigo

yes bro. "Xiao Ba whimpered, "I'm really, wrong..."

"You don't think it's wrong, if they give it to you again, you still suck it." Miyano interrupted him.

"No, no..." Xiao Ba propped up his arms and crawled towards him, "Brother, I changed it, I will change it now, I will never dare again."

Sun Shaonan kicked him back to the original place.

"What should we do now?" Sun Shaonan frowned and asked.

"Treat his wound," Miyano lit a cigarette again and chewed, "Send it to the police station and bring the evidence with you."

"Would the police not care about beating him up like this?" Zhou Yang sighed and glanced at Sun Shaonan.

Sun Shaonan stared back: "Oh, I'm looking for a beating, can't I follow his wish?"

"Send it secretly. Don't let the police see it. Besides, the police don't know to test his blood when they see those things." Yan Run said.

"Who will send it?" Sun Shaonan asked.

The three looked at him together.

"It's me again?" Sun Shaonan pointed at himself.

"Did I tell you to beat him up?" Miyano said.

Everyone else laughed.

Miyano lazily smoked a cigarette and walked forward: "Go home and sleep, it's already dawn."

Zhou Yang and Yan Run patted Sun Shaonan on the shoulder sympathetically, and followed.

"Beast." Sun Shaonan said.

Miyano didn't look back, and raised his hand to say goodbye to him.

After morning reading, Pu Ling took out a thermos from the table to fetch water.

The water room was overcrowded, as if a morning reading really took a lot of throat.

Finally, there were fewer people. Just as Pu Ling walked in, someone patted him on the back.

He turned his head, a little surprised but not too surprised.

It's Miss Yan.

The eldest sister who trampled Hu Yuan to the ground near her home that day.

"Good morning." Sister Yan said with a smile.

"Is there something wrong?" Pu Ling turned on the faucet, and steaming hot water gushed out, splashing a little on Sister Yan's arm.

Sister Yan wiped it off and said with a smile, "Your name is Pu Ling, right?"

Pu Ling looked at her.

Sister Yan raised her eyebrows: "What?"

"Is there something wrong, or is it okay?" Pu Ling repeated.

"I'm just here to remind you," Sister Yan had two rabbit teeth when she smiled, and she looked cute, "Be careful when going to and from school."

Pu Ling raised his eyelids.

"For the sake of your handsome looks, I kindly reminded you." Sister Yan patted him on the shoulder and shook her head regretfully, "You said you are such a good boy, who is not to be partial to? Going to Hu Yuan, do you still want to stand up for her?"

"Why do you have trouble with her?" Pu Ling asked.

"There's no reason, it's not pleasing to the eye." Sister Yan giggled, "You're so cute, you can't protect yourself and you still think about others?"

Pu Ling ignored her, took the water glass and walked to the classroom.

"You are my favorite dish!" Sister Yan shouted behind him, causing many passing students to look at Pu Ling.

Pu Lingquan pretended not to hear him, and entered the classroom through the back door. When he looked up, Hu Yuan was sitting there looking at him, with a complicated expression on his face.

Pu Ling avoided her gaze and looked down for homework on the desk.

A small piece of paper fell out.

He opened it, and there was a line of small words on it: I have troubled you.

Pu Ling was a little bit amused by Hu Yuan's duck-mouthed toughness.

Saying sorry at this time will be much more sincere than these four words.But not long ago, Hu Yuan just used up the share of saying thank you to him, and then asked her to apologize to herself. It is impossible to kill Hu Yuan and Hu Yuan.

Miyano and Yan Runzhou Yang parted ways at the intersection, and he walked home alone.

Passing by the chess and card room that Luo Ying often went to not far from home, he hesitated whether to go in and take a look.Just as he was thinking about it, a person swayed out of it, and happened to bump into his shoulder heavily.

Miyano didn't sleep all night, and he still wobbled a little when he walked, and the man almost fell to the ground when he bumped into it.

"Fuck," Miyano scolded, "You don't have eyes?"

"How to talk to your father." The man said, lying in front of him.

"Dad, you bastard..." Miyano looked up halfway, and was stunned.

It really is.

I was just named yesterday, and I met him at Luo Ying's house, Dad.

The man smelled of cigarettes all over his body, and the corners of his eyes were still smeared with gum. He should have just come out from playing in the chess and card room all night.

"My name is Zhang Nan, the Nan in Zhongnan Mountain." Dad said.

"Your name has nothing to do with me," Miyano narrowed his eyes, "Get out of the way."

"Yo." Zhang Nan laughed, "The brat has quite a temper."

"I said get out of the way." Miyano looked at him.

"Haven't you slept all night?" Zhang Nan pointed to the blue color in his eyes with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Where did you go?"

"Fuck. Your mother can't understand human language, right?" Miyano couldn't hold back his temper.

"Restraint, don't get sick," Zhang Nan approached him, smiled, and patted his shoulder thoughtfully, "I heard people say that men like you are easy to get sick, Be careful yourself..."

The latter words could not be fully uttered, because Miyano punched him in the face.

Zhang Nan fell to the ground, and his arm was scratched heavily by the ground.

"Fuck!" Zhang Nan covered his face and scolded, "You are sick! Even your father dares to beat you!"

Miyano stepped forward and grabbed his collar: "Luo Ying told you?"

"So what! She's your mother! I'm your father! Is there anything you can't say!" Zhang Nan spattered him all over his face.

"Say it again." Miyano said.

"What?" Zhang Nan was taken aback.

"You say again that you are my father." Miyano smiled.

"My mother is still your father! Your father, your father, you..."

Miyano raised his hand and chopped at his nose.

"Fuck!" Zhang Nan covered his face, a stream of heat flowed down his palm, "You..."

"You say once, I hit once." Miyano shook his hands and stood up.

"Let's have lunch with me and Wu Dong in the cafeteria." Hu Yuan knocked on Pu Ling's table and said.

Pu Ling was packing her schoolbag, and said casually, "I still have to bring food for Brother Yan."

"It doesn't matter if you don't take it once in a while." Hu Yuan said, and whispered, "Don't go home."

"It's okay." Puling said.

Hu Yuan seemed to be resentful behind him: "You hate me very much now, don't you?"

Pu Ling turned to look at her: "Why did they beat you?"

"Is there a reason for this kind of thing?" Hu Yuan smiled, a little sadly, "If you don't like it, you'll beat me up."

Pu Ling froze for a moment, and left the classroom.

Today there are braised chicken wings in the cafeteria. The meal card has just been charged, and Pu Ling bought ten of them for 20 yuan.

He put away the lunch box and walked towards the school gate.

At the door of the shop outside the school gate, some people stood or squatted in twos and threes. When they saw him coming, they all got up.

Pu Ling walked forward.

Those people also followed.

It would be a lie to say that there is no panic, Pu Ling felt as if his feet were wrapped in chains, and every step he took was heavy.

He passed Laohu Tailor, Sixi Tobacco and Wine, Xiaofang Foot Bath and Ayong's Hair House in turn.

It is Pu Ling's instinct not to cause trouble to others.

He gritted his teeth and walked towards the field of wild vegetables.

The terrain near the courtyard is a bit complicated, and if you go around, you can always bypass these people.

But Pu Ling didn't expect that there were already several people waiting there.

One of the boys wearing glasses pinched a cigarette and walked towards him with a smile on his lips.

"Puling, is that right?" The boy's voice was unexpectedly gentle.

Pu Ling didn't speak, but looked at him.

"I'm your senior in high school, haven't you met?" He stretched out his hand, "Xue Xin."

Xue Xin was very handsome, if it wasn't for the group of people around him, Pu Ling would have thought that he was a good senior with a gentle temper.

Seeing that Pu Ling didn't intend to shake hands with him, Xue Xin smiled and put his hand down.

"Why do you want to meddle in Yan Ze's affairs? Once she gets angry, I have to deal with you." Xue Xin said.

It took Pu Ling a long time to realize that Yan Ze was that Sister Yan.

"Process?" Pu Ling frowned.

"Disobedient children will be dealt with." Xue Xin laughed and put his hands on his shoulders.

Before Pu Ling could react, his abdomen was hit hard by his knee.

A burst of pain surged up with the turbulence in the stomach.

Pu Ling's face turned pale, and she tightly grabbed Xue Xin's sleeve, trying to raise her hand but was held down by the people behind.

"Don't drag the junior." Xue Xin opened his fingers and clicked his tongue, "It's all sweat, you can't afford to stain your clothes."

Pu Ling didn't make a sound, but suddenly bumped his head.

"Ah, it hurts so much." Xue Xin covered his forehead and shouted, "Student, why are you still beating people?"

The people around rushed forward and pressed Pu Ling face down on the ground.

Pu Ling wanted to struggle, but someone stepped on his back.

So familiar, Hu Yuan was trampled on that day too.

Pu Ling thought, subconsciously protecting his head with his arms.

I can't remember how many fists and footprints fell on the side face and body, but I only remember that it was very hot, as if the ground had been roasted, scalding his chest and abdomen.

Pu Ling opened his eyes, and Xue Xin squatted down with a smile on his face, looking down at him.

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the dust off Pu Ling's face, and said softly, "Have you got a long memory?"

Pu Ling gritted her teeth, and spat a mouthful of blood on his face.

Xue Xin's expression changed, and he raised his hand to slap him, but was stopped by someone.

"Don't want to live anymore? Let go of your mother's hand!" He scolded.

"Front, front." The man whispered.

Xue Xin frowned and looked up.

What came into view was a pair of washed white sneakers. Xue Xin looked up and saw the owner of the sneakers.

A man with long hair in a T-shirt and overalls.

He froze for a moment: "You..."

"You guys," Miyano interrupted him, narrowed his eyes and looked at the person lying on the ground, his eyes became sharp, "What are you doing?"

"Brother Yan." Someone among them knew him and called out politely.

Miyano ignored him, and took a few steps to pick up Pu Ling and hug her in his arms.

Because Pu Ling was holding her head all the time, her face was fairly clean, but the short-sleeved sweatpants on her body were all dirty.

He opened his eyes and looked at Miyano quietly.

"My mouth hurts, so I stopped talking." Pu Ling said.

Miyano nodded reflexively, then looked at Xue Xin.

"We've seen it before." Xue Xin tilted his head, folded his arms and said with a smile, "You're the gangster who smashed into my cousin's store yesterday, right?"

"You beat him?" Miyano looked at him.

Xue Xin didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows.

"You wait carefully." Miyano said.

Before Xue Xin could speak, he got up with Pu Ling in his arms and strode forward.

"Brother Xin, are you still chasing him?" Someone asked.

"What are you chasing after! That's brother Yan, you don't want to die!" Another person scolded.

"A whole bunch of hooligans." Xue Xin snorted coldly, took out a wet towel and wiped his face fiercely.

Miyano patted Pu Ling's arm: "Let go, I'll put you on the sofa."

Pu Ling let go of her hand, and opened her eyes to look at him: "Did that girl surnamed Qin see you when you came in?"

"No," Miyano smiled, and took the medicine from under the coffee table, "You hate her so much."

"I'm afraid she'll talk bad and let my mother know." Pu Ling closed her eyes.

"Where does it hurt?" Miyano pressed his shoulder, "Here, does it hurt?"

Pu Ling nodded.

Miyano pressed his waist again: "What about here?"

Pu Ling shook his head.

Miyano looked at him, then reached out and tapped his back: "Here."

"nonsense."

"Go to the hospital." Miyano said.

"Is there anything else to do?" Pu Ling fell back on the sofa.

"Would you like to see what you look like now?" Miyano asked.

"No." Pu Ling said.

Miyano turned on the front of the phone and moved closer to his face.

Pu Ling glanced at it, thankfully there were not many injuries on his face.

"Go check it out, be on the safe side." Miyano said.

"I want to get my hair cut." Pu Ling said.

"After checking the scissors." Miyano was a little speechless.

"...Okay." Pu Ling said, thinking of something again, "What about my bag?"

Miyano froze for a moment: "What?"

"I packed it, the lunch box is still inside," Pu Ling sighed, "Forget it, it should be torn into pieces."

"Buy another one if it's broken." Miyano took clean clothes from the closet and threw them to him, "Put them on and go to the hospital."

Miyano was taller and stronger than Puling. Puling wore his clothes as if he was wearing a sack. The only advantage of the sack was that it could cover some obvious wounds.

"It's so ugly." Pu Ling came out of the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror, frowning.

"Don't care if it's ugly or not, your clothes look like they've been rolled in mud, can you still wear them?" Miyano asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"You threw it away?" Pu Ling turned to look at him.

"Yeah." Miyano said.

Pu Ling wanted to lose his temper, but now his whole body hurts, and he didn't have much energy to lose his temper.

I went to the hospital for a bone examination of the whole body. The doctor said that there was no bone injury, and it was all skin trauma.

"Just be lucky." Miyano copied the inspection report and hit Pu Ling on the head.

Pu Ling glared at him, but said nothing.

The doctor gave Pu Ling some medicine and drove him away.

"Go buy a schoolbag." Miyano put his shoulder on him.

"It hurts." Pu Ling pushed his hand away.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Miyano smiled.

There is a big shopping mall opposite the hospital, and there are many styles of school bags hanging in the shopping mall.

Pu Ling casually pointed to a gray and white striped one, and the salesman took it off for him, and enthusiastically explained: "This is the most popular style this year, and many boys like it. It is very convenient and can... "

"A lot of people buy it? No more." Pu Ling said.

"Ah? Why?" The salesperson's sister was stunned.

"I can hit my bag." Pu Ling said blankly.

Miyano laughed uncontrollably beside him, scolding: "Why are you so awkward."

Looking at the salesperson's sister again, he smiled and said, "He's just such a contradictory person, just ignore him and pack it up."

The sister of the salesperson smiled and went to pack.

"I don't want this." Pu Ling said with a frown.

"You like this, I can't see it." Miyano said.

"You read it wrong, I really don't like this." Pu Ling said.

"Then change to another one." Miyano raised his hand, "Sister——"

"Forget it." Pu Ling pressed down his hand and said expressionlessly, "I don't think it's troublesome, so I won't change it."

Miyano was delighted.

"It's 299 yuan in total, please keep it safe." The sister of the salesperson smiled and handed the paper bag containing the schoolbag to Miyano.

"I don't want it anymore." Pu Ling said, "It's too expensive."

"Take it." Miyano stuffed the paper bag into his arms.

Pu Ling looked up at him.

"I'll take it as a birthday present for you." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"My birthday is too early." Pu Ling said.

"Why are you talking so much nonsense." Miyano rubbed his head and said in surprise, "Oh, hurry up and cut your hair, it's so dirty."

Pu Ling stared at him: "You..."

After staring at her for a while, Pu Ling couldn't hold back her laugh: "Damn."

Finally, I went to the Ayong hair salon to cut my hair.

Miyano walked in front with his pockets in his pocket, and Pu Ling followed behind him.

The two walked through the shadow of the camphor under the scorching sun. At noon, the road was very quiet, not even a bird.

There was a layer of sweat on Miyano's back, and his T-shirt was a little wet.

Pu Ling saw it as soon as he looked up.

"Yan..."

"Huh?" Miyano opened the glass door of the house, looked back at him, "Come in."

Pu Ling shut up and walked in.

The hairdresser Ayong is a master craftsman with more than ten years of craftsmanship. Almost all the old residents in this area cut their hair in his shop.

"Wash your hair first," Ayong looked at Pu Ling and said, "It's not easy to cut your hair directly, and the effect of cutting it is not good."

"Curly hair is not easy to cut, is it?" Miyano said with a smile.

"Go away." Pu Ling said.

Pu Ling's hair is naturally curly, and it's fine when it's short, but it looks handsome and delicate, but when it's long, it goes straight to a wandering artist.

but.

Where did Miyano have the face to laugh at him?

Where does the face of a person with a bird's nest that has been abandoned for years and no birds live in it hang around his neck.

After Pu Ling washed his hair and sat in front of the mirror, A Yong covered him with a plastic sheet.

"Is this a raincoat?" Pu Ling asked.

Ah Yong said politely: "No."

"I thought it was a raincoat." Pu Ling said.

Ah Yong: "..."

Miyano laughed until his shoulders shook: "Puling, you are so annoying."

Pu Ling ignored him and looked at herself in the mirror.

Thinking of when I was very young.

Once his father took him to have his hair cut, Pu Ling was not satisfied after the cut, sat in the barber shop and cried, and insisted that his father didn't love him at all, and let his hair be cut so ugly.

Dad was amused by him and laughed, hugged him and kissed him.

That was the closest dad had been to him since he could vaguely remember.

Later, Dad never took him to cut his hair again, and Dad didn't even want to look at him.

My mother said that my father hated her because he hated him. Pu Ling didn't know whether to believe it or not, but my father's indifference in my long childhood memories forced him to believe it.

Later, his father and mother divorced, and his mother brought him here alone for five years.

Pu Ling opened her eyes again, her hair was almost cut.

Ayong's craftsmanship is really not bragging, and it was over within half an hour.

"Okay, let's see if you are satisfied." A Yong lifted the cloth.

Pu Ling stood up and stroked her curly bangs in front.

It's okay, it's pretty good.

"How much?" Miyano asked Ayong.

Pu Ling hurriedly took out his pocket and said, "I'll pay for it myself."

"You pay? All your clothes are mine." Miyano said.

Only then did Pu Ling think of it, and let out a cry.

After cutting their hair, both of them were very hungry.

The surplus food upstairs had been eaten, so Miyano went downstairs to look for something to eat in Miyagawa House.

Pu Ling was lying on the sofa at Miyano's house, smelling like medicine all over her body, hurt everywhere, and didn't want to move.

In Yu Guangli's coffee table there was a pack of cigarettes that hadn't been opened yet.

Pu Ling straightened up and picked it up.

When Miyano brought up a pot of squishy dumplings, Pu Ling sat on the sofa with a cigarette between her fingers and blushed from coughing.

"What are you doing?" Miyano put the dumplings away and looked down at him.

"Curiosity," Pu Ling pressed the cigarette butt in the ashtray vigorously, and said softly, "Can't you?"

"Let me teach you." Miyano said.

Pu Ling dodged his hand.

"Eat the dumplings first." Miyano didn't care, and gave him chopsticks, "I'm so hungry."

"Why don't you ask me anything." Pu Ling looked up.

"What's your question?" Miyano took a small wooden stool and sat down beside the tea table, picked up a dumpling and threw it into his mouth.

"Teach me." Pu Ling said.

Miyano looked at him: "What?"

"Teach me to fight." Pu Ling also picked up the chopsticks, picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth.

☆, 04

Pu Ling didn't go to class in the afternoon, so she called Feng Han and asked him to ask for leave.

It's not that I'm afraid of being demerited for being absent from class for no reason, but because I'm older than the class teacher, it's a bit troublesome, and I might find his mother.

Pu Ling didn't want her mother to know what happened at noon, and she didn't want her to know that she was absent from class.

What's more, how to hide the injuries all over the body is still a problem.

"Little young man is resistant to beating," Miyano put one leg on the sofa, grasping Pu Ling's elbow and making small and slow circles, "you can get a haircut without doing anything after being beaten up."

Pu Ling squinted at him: "You'll have to lie down for three days and won't be able to get out of bed, right?"

Miyano was so happy that he almost didn't even bite his cigarette, nodded and said: "That must be."

"Crazy." Pu Ling said.

"Does it still hurt?" Miyano continued to circle counterclockwise.

"It's okay." Pu Ling said.

"Eat more meat and work hard to grow taller. No one dares to rub your hands against the ground in broad daylight." Miyano rubbed his head.

Pu Ling slapped his hand off: "Speaking of conscience, the people in the small class at noon, even if I am two meters tall, I have to be rubbed on the ground."

Miyano laughed for a long time before stopping, shaking his head and saying, "Not necessarily."

"Want to fight?" Pu Ling glared at him.

"You're right." Miyano said immediately.

"You know Xue Xin?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"I don't know." Miyano said.

"Why did you smash his cousin's shop?" Pu Ling asked.

"It didn't happen," Miyano sighed, he didn't expect Pu Ling's hearing to be quite good after being beaten up like that, "I just made a fool of myself, his cousin robbed Gong He of his money and even beat him up."

"Then you won't smash it?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"You seem to want me to smash it very much." Miyano said.

"No." Pu Ling turned her face away.

"Puling," Miyano turned his face away, and looked at him seriously, "You study hard, and don't worry about the rest."

"Take your hand away and wipe my face with sweat." Pu Ling said expressionlessly.

Miyano smiled, let go of him, and went to wash the dumpling pot for lunch.

Pu Ling leaned on the sofa, her face was very hot.

What's the matter with the weather? What's wrong with this broken summer?

Nesting at Miyano's house all afternoon, before leaving, Pu Ling glanced at the half-opened cigarette case that Miyano threw on the tea table, and paused: "Don't tell my mother."

"I won't tell if you don't smoke." Miyano said leaning against the door.

Pu Ling frowned, and said after a long time, "Oh."

"Come back, call if you still feel pain anywhere," Miyano looked at him, "I'll take you to the hospital."

"Yes." Pu Ling nodded.

Not long after I got home, my mother opened the door and came in. She frowned when she saw Pu Ling: "What happened to your face? How did you cut your hair? And this dress, whose is it?"

Pu Ling sighed: "Which one do you want me to answer first?"

Mom looked at his face carefully: "You are not fighting with someone, are you?"

Pu Ling continued to pretend to be calm: "No, who am I fighting with? I accidentally fell when I was going down the stairs on duty. It was too hot, so I went to Uncle A Yong's to have my hair cut. If you don't believe me, you can ask .”

Mom let him go and sat on the sofa with her eyebrows pressed.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?" Pu Ling endured the pain and squatted down.

"Puling," my mother touched his face and said calmly, "I'll tell you something."

"Tell me." Pu Ling nodded.

"I resigned from the ribbon factory, and after that, I want to find a new job." My mother said.

Pu Ling froze for a moment: "Why?"

The mother looked very calm, raised her eyebrows and said: "I don't like some colleagues in the factory pointing at me, saying behind my back that I am not good at this or that."

Pu Ling wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say, so she reached out and gently held my mother's hand.

"I'm not a magnanimous person. I can't bear others to gossip about me, so I want to change my job." My mother smiled, "Puling, will you support me?"

Pu Ling twitched the corner of her mouth: "Of course I support you."

"I'm sorry, mom can't be generous," my mother lowered her voice, "really, I hate those words."

"It's not your fault." Pu Ling rubbed the back of her mother's hand, "You are right."

The mother regained her smile, but her eyes were red. She held Pu Ling's hand tightly and said softly, "Thank you son."

"I'll cook today," Pu Ling wiped her eyes with a tissue, and smiled, "Congratulations on your resignation."

"What's there to celebrate, I'm unemployed." My mother sniffed.

"Leave those annoying people and things, start over, and celebrate." Pu Ling said.

My mother smiled through tears, shook her head and said, "What kind of food do you know?"

"Egg fried rice." Pu Ling also laughed.

Mom seems to be in a stable mood, and after crying, she sits on the sofa and watches TV dramas.

Pu Ling relaxed slightly, turned around and went to the kitchen to make his fried rice with eggs.

Egg fried rice is quite simple, but he was a little absent-minded, and kept thinking about how his mother survived those days in the factory.

When I think about it, I feel sad, and the sadness is mixed with anger.

When Pu Ling was knocking on the second egg, she heard someone outside the window knocking hard on the yard door, calling Miyano's name while knocking.

is a woman.

His hands shook, and the egg whites ran down the rim of the bowl.

"Who! Are you so noisy! You can't come in by yourself if the door is unlocked!" Aunt Qin went to open the door cursing.

Miyahe wore a pair of big underpants on his lower body, and ran out of the room in a hurry.

"Yo, sister landlord." Aunt Qin smiled immediately, and took her hand affectionately, "Why are you free?"

Luo Ying shook off her hand and dragged the man behind her in.

Aunt Qin was startled: "What's going on here?"

"Where's your brother?" Luo Ying ignored her and turned to look at Gong He.

Gong He scratched his head and said, "Mom...Brother is upstairs."

"Tell him to get down." Luo Ying said.

Gong He quickly ran upstairs to call for someone.

Not long after, Miyano came down behind him. When he saw Luo Ying and Zhang Nan with a swollen pig's face beside Luo Ying, his face was expressionless, as if he had expected them to come.

"Mom." Miyano called out.

Luo Ying grabbed Zhang Nan's sleeve and pushed him towards Miyano: "What do you mean?"

Miyano raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.

The corner of Zhang Nan's mouth was wounded, the left side of his face was bruised and purple, and the right side was covered with a piece of gauze like a dog's skin plaster. He looked at Miyano with gloomy and angry eyes.

"Do you still have an elder in your eyes!" Luo Ying snapped, "He is your father, you don't recognize him, fine! At least he is your mother's boyfriend, so you treat your mother's boyfriend like this! "

Gong He looked at Miyano, then at Luo Ying, and was so frightened that he didn't even dare to make a sound.

Miyano patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to go back to the house.

"You talk! You beat people like this, and now you're pretending to be dumb!" Luo Ying stretched out her hand and pushed him hard, "Why are you, Miyano! How can I feel sorry for you! Tell me!"

"What do you think?" Miyano narrowed his eyes slightly.

Luo Ying was taken aback by him: "What do you mean?"

"Did you really think of me as your son for a second?" Miyano looked at her.

It was the first time that Luo Ying saw such a provocative look in Miyano's eyes, and subconsciously raised her hand towards him.

Miyano didn't hide and slapped her.

"Oh, just talk when you talk, what are you doing when you hit someone?" Aunt Qin, who was watching the excitement not far away, shouted.

"Should you still fight?" Miyano looked up at Luo Ying, "Fight until you think you can get even."

Luo Ying's lips were trembling, and her voice was very soft: "Miyano, you are promising."

Miyano still looked at her without moving her eyelids.

Standing behind Luo Ying, Zhang Nan, who never farted, coughed twice and said, "Okay Yingzi, let's go back."

"You know better than I what this man likes you." Miyano said.

Zhang Nan's eyebrows twitched, and he endured the pain in his mouth and shouted: "What did you say!"

Luo Ying didn't make a sound, pushed him away and left.

Zhang Nan didn't dare to stay longer after seeing it, and followed after scolding a few words.

"Brother," Gong He ran over and looked at his face, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Miyano frowned.

"I'll boil eggs for you." Gong He's eyes were red.

Miyano touched his head and went upstairs.

"It's not biological, there will always be a gap." Mom came over and patted Pu Ling on the shoulder.

Pu Ling looked back, closed the window, and sat back at the dining table.

"The food is getting cold." Mom said softly, "Why don't you eat."

"Not hungry, no appetite." Pu Ling said.

The dumplings I ate at noon were stuffed with leeks, and the smell of leeks still lingers in my stomach.

"I went to take a shower, ouch." Mom got up and stretched, and glanced at him, "You go to bed early, too."

Pu Ling responded.

"Hold."

Miyano took the cigarette from his mouth and threw the lighter on the coffee table.

Rubbish goods, ordered five or six times and didn't light up.

He's very irritable right now, and he can burn even the slightest thing.

A bloody romance drama was playing on the TV, and Miyano's temples were throbbing with the flamboyant staring and screaming performance of the heroine. He reached for the remote control and turned off the TV.

The room was immediately clean, except for an electric fan that was spinning and falling apart and singing out of tune from time to time.

Miyano fell back, picked up the freshly boiled egg in the bowl, and slowly rolled it on his face.

"Brother, I cleaned your toilet for you, why don't you take a look at the kitchen..." Gong He ran out of the bathroom excitedly with a towel wrapped around his head.

"No." Miyano interrupted him.

"Oh." Gong He nodded and looked at him again, "Brother, does your face still hurt, do you want to cook some more eggs?"

"Don't waste the food." Miyano changed sides and continued rolling the eggs, "I have nothing else to do here, you can go back to sleep."

"It's still very early, why sleep at eight o'clock." Gong He laughed, "I'll accompany you bro."

"Hurry up and go." Miyano said.

If he didn't walk for a while, he was afraid that he would get angry and beat someone up.

Gonghe babbled a few more words, then opened the door lightly and left.

After a few minutes, he knocked on the door again.

Miyano was so annoyed that he lay on the sofa and cursed, "I have something to say tomorrow."

"Me, Brother Yan." The person outside knocked on the door lightly.

Miyano smoothed his hair in agitation, got up and went to open the door.

"Didn't I say I have something to talk about tomorrow?" Miyano leaned against the door, squinting at Pu Ling.

Pu Ling clearly saw the swollen left side of Miyano's face through the big light bulb on top of the door.

"What are you looking at?" Miyano said unhappily, the egg in his hand broke after rubbing for a long time, and a little bit of egg yolk fell out and stuck to his hand.

"Would it work for you to rub like this?" Pu Ling said.

"You don't care about me." Miyano was about to slam the door and enter the room, but Pu Ling stretched out his foot to block it.

"I'm very upset right now, don't send it up." Miyano grabbed his shoulder.

Pu Ling frowned and hissed, only then did Miyano realize that he had touched his wound, and quickly let go.

"You go." Miyano said, "Hurry up."

"No." Pu Ling squeezed into the room through the gap between the door and Miyano, and then sat down on the sofa.

"You are sick, Pu Ling." Miyano looked at him.

"Yes, I was discovered by you." Pu Ling said.

"I'm sick." Miyano didn't want to sit next to him, and couldn't drive him away, so he took a wooden stool and sat beside the coffee table.

Pu Ling ignored him, picked up the eggs in the bowl and began to peel them.

The eggs are well-boiled, the shells can be peeled, and the egg whites are not sticky. When peeled off, it is a complete, smooth and white one.

"Come here." Pu Ling said.

With his back turned to him, Miyano stared at the black screen TV without moving.

Pu Ling sighed, walked over and knelt down beside him, raised her hand and touched his face with the egg.

At first, Miyano tilted his head and refused to let him move, but calmed down after a few minutes.

Pu Ling's fingers were very cold, occasionally touching the bridge of Miyano's nose.

How can such a hot day be so cool, zombie?

Miyano closed her eyes and thought.

Pu Ling's strength in rolling the eggs was neither light nor heavy, and it was quite comfortable to be honest.

Miyano wanted to open his eyes to speak, but just as he opened his eyes, he saw Pu Ling's gaze falling straight over, so he quickly closed his eyes.

He frowned.

Damn, what are you talking about, isn't it just a child.

"I just checked it with my mobile phone. It's enough to roll around for so long, and the swelling should go away when I wake up tomorrow." Pu Ling said, and looked closer at Miyano's face, "It's much better, look in the mirror."

Miyano looked in the mirror, and it was much better, but still a little red.

"I'm going back." Pu Ling said.

"...Oh." Miyano said.

Pu Ling walked to the door and looked back at him again.

"There are some things that you don't have to worry about." Pu Ling stammered, "It's not important, don't think about it all the time. If you don't think about it all the time, you will forget it soon, and you won't be bothered if you forget it."

It took Miyano a long time to realize that the child was comforting him.

"How can you comfort people like tongue twisters." Miyano laughed.

"Your comprehension ability is too poor." Pu Ling said.

"Yes." Miyano nodded, looking at him with the corner of her mouth hooked.

"...Let's go." Pu Ling hurriedly closed the door and went out.

☆, 05

Last night, the wind suddenly started to blow in the middle of the night. After a long time, it started to rain again, and it continued to fall until this morning.

When Miyano woke up, he felt that the temperature had cooled down a lot, so he took a thin coat from the closet and put it on.

After washing up, he took a special look at his face in front of the mirror. Pu Ling's massage was very effective, and the swelling on his face had completely disappeared.

Miyano zipped his jacket up to his chin, closed the door and went out.

"Here." Sun Shaonan waved to him with a pair of chopsticks in his mouth.

Miyano sits at the door full of guests