Indigo

Come in some men.

Pu Ling had just finished applying shampoo, and when she was about to rinse it off, she inadvertently raised her eyes, and saw a slender body stripped naked in front of her.

......

Miyano?

Pu Ling narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked for a while longer to confirm.

It really is.

Except for him, there is no other man with such long hair in this area.

Pu Ling twitched the corner of her mouth, rinsed her hair quickly, and took the bath basket to the shower next to Miyano.

"Brother Yan."

"Who?"

Miyano was washing her hair with her eyes closed, her voice a little impatient.

"Puling."

Pu Ling raised her head amidst the rushing water, and looked at Miyano.

Miyano supported the wall with his hands, raised his head and let the hot water drench his back for a while, then opened his eyes to look at him, and said with a smile, "Why such a coincidence, brother?"

Pu Ling turned her face away.

Miyano looked at him, amused: "Why don't you take off your panties in the shower?"

"None of your business." Pu Ling closed her eyes and washed her face.

"You take it off and I don't look at you." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"..."

Pu Ling didn't speak, but turned her face back.

There is only one broken lamp on the ceiling of the bathhouse, and the light is withered and dim all the year round.

Half of Miyano's body is in the dark, and the other half is illuminated by the lamp, which outlines sharp and slender lines.

His long, thick, unkempt hair covered his shoulders and was dripping wet.

This is the second time that Pu Ling has seen Miyano's body. Compared with the last time, it is closer...and more complete, and some scars that are not usually visible can be clearly seen.

The scars were of different shapes, scattered on his shoulders and back, and seemed to have been there for a long time.

Pu Ling wanted to ask, but he didn't ask after opening his mouth several times.

Hot water flowed down Miyano's neck and down his chest.

Pu Ling quickly withdrew her gaze, staring at the floor tiles under her feet.

"Help me take a bath."

A bath towel was handed over.

"..."

Pu Ling took it, put it on her hand, and rubbed Miyano's shoulder to rub his back.

"How about your job of distributing leaflets?" Miyano asked.

"That's it." Pu Ling said.

"I can't find anything suitable for you for a while..." Miyano sighed, turned his head after thinking for a while and said, "Why don't you come and clean the house for me?"

Pu Ling glanced at him: "No."

"You don't do easy work." Miyano said.

"Distributing leaflets is good." Pu Ling said, not telling him about working in a convenience store.

Miyano took a shower and was almost done. Looking back, Pu Ling was still washing slowly.

"You really don't take off your panties?" Miyano asked.

Pu Ling choked on water, coughed and coughed for a long time, then glared at him and said, "Whether I take it off or not is none of your business?"

"Okay, okay," Miyano waved his hand, "I'll go out and wait for you outside."

Pu Ling did not speak.

"You're so particular about a brat." Before going out, Miyano looked at him and added.

"Get out." Pu Ling picked up the soap and threw it at him.

Miyano caught the soap with a smile and threw it back to him: "I'm sorry for you."

"Come here." Pu Ling said.

"I'll wait for you outside." Miyano smiled and slipped away.

Much refreshed after shower.

Pu Ling's hair is short, and it dries almost as soon as you rub it casually.Miyano's shoulder-length hair hadn't dried for a long time with a hair dryer in front of the public mirror in the bathroom.

The boss sat at the front desk with his head propped up, and lazily said, "You will be charged for using the hair dryer for more than 5 minutes."

"..." Miyano put the hair dryer back, covered his head with a towel and left, Pu Ling followed with a suppressed smile.

"Picking and not cutting hair," Pu Ling sighed, "Do you think you are contradictory?"

"Doesn't it cost money to cut hair?" Miyano said while wiping his head with a towel, and casually kicked a small stone to the side of the road.

"It makes sense." Pu Ling perfunctorily gave a thumbs up.

"Shh." Miyano said suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Pu Ling frowned and asked in a low voice.

"Listen." Miyano whispered.

Pu Ling pricked up his ears.

"Did you hear that?" Miyano looked at him.

"No." Pu Ling said blankly.

"Listen again." Miyano pressed his shoulders and pulled him down.

"Fuck..." Pu Ling was forced to squat down, rubbing the tip of her nose against Miyano's towel, and smelled a scent of shampoo.

It doesn't seem to be shampoo, but Miyano's.

"Did you hear that?" Miyano interrupted his train of thought.

"Meow."

Pu Ling froze for a moment, then turned to look at the grass on the side of the road.

"Did you hear that?" Miyano asked.

"Wild cat, what are you making such a fuss about?" Pu Ling clicked her tongue, trying to stand up impatiently.

"It screams so miserable, can't you hear it?" Miyano said.

"I can't hear it, I want to go home." Pu Ling picked up the bath basket and wanted to leave.

Miyano didn't speak, stepped into the grass, lowered his head and met a pair of round eyes.

"so."

Pu Ling squatted on the side of the road, looked at the black kitten wrapped in Miyano's clothes, and then at Miyano: "Are you cold?"

"I'm fine." Said Miyano, whose upper body was bare and a towel was wrapped around his head.

"It's almost November," Pu Ling said.

"Are you a weather forecaster and you always say this?" Miyano clicked his tongue and pinched the little black cat's bloody right hind leg to show him. "Now the problem is this."

The little black cat immediately screamed heart-piercingly, and Miyano quickly let go.

"There's no veterinary hospital near here." Pu Ling sighed.

"Take the bus to find it." Miyano said.

"Go home and put on some clothes first, so it won't die for a while," Pu Ling said.

"...OK." Miyano nodded.

After taking two buses, I finally found a rescue center for stray animals.

The nurse gave the little black cat a brief check. The problem was not too serious. It was just a sore on the back leg and needed some medicine.

"Does the medicine hurt?" Miyano asked.

The nurse came over with scissors and disinfectant: "It will be a little bit."

Miyano lowered his head and reached out to touch the head of the cat lying on the operating table, it was limp.

The cat drooped its ears and moved its eyelids, which was barely a response to him.

The nurse pinched the cat's hind legs and carefully trimmed the fur around the wound.

The cat started howling, howling in pain.

"Well, sister," Miyano said, "You, take it easy."

The nurse glanced at him, smiled and nodded.

After taking the medicine, the cat actually fell asleep on the operating table, sleeping soundly.

"Do you take this cat home or keep it here?" the nurse asked.

Pu Ling looked at Miyano, Miyano thought for a while and said, "Let it stay here, it's good."

"Don't you like it, why don't you take it back?" Pu Ling asked while lying on the railing.

"I don't like it, I even ruined my short sleeves." Miyano flicked the cigarette ash.

"When the nurse gave it medicine, you looked like that. If you didn't know it, you thought it was you who was sheared." Pu Ling said.

"Go to sleep, what time is it and have you grown?" Miyano rubbed his head indiscriminately.

Pu Ling clicked her tongue, "Don't f*cking touch."

"Why are you so angry recently?" Miyano said.

"I want to lose my temper," Pu Ling looked at him, "You're gone by now."

Miyano smiled, and returned to the house from the balcony with a cigarette in his mouth.

Pu Ling watched him close the door before turning around and walking towards her balcony.

"Let me tell you," the owner of the flower market helped his mother load a box of flowers onto the tricycle, "My goods here are the freshest and most affordable in the whole market, remember to come to my place to buy next time."

Mom smiled and sighed, took money from the bag and gave him: "I know, I know."

"Don't believe it," the boss took the money and patted the flowers on the tricycle, "Look at this foxglove, how fresh it is, isn't it a young man?"

Pu Ling looked at it and said, "It's okay."

"How can this be done!" The boss clicked his tongue.

"Excellent." My mother said quickly.

"That's about the same." The boss smiled.

"Okay," my mother sat in the car, and patted Pu Ling on the back in front of her, "Old Han, let's go."

"Slow down!" said the boss.

Pu Ling pulled the brakes, and the tricycle stopped at the entrance of the flower shop.

"I can do the rest by myself. You can go back and catch up on sleep." Mom touched his shoulder, "It started at four o'clock, and my eyes are swollen."

"I'm not sleepy." Pu Ling said.

"Nonsense, you just yawned five times on the way." My mother turned to move flowers.

Pu Ling helped her move the flowers into the shop: "How to get these flowers, I will help you."

"Oh, I can do it myself. You haven't learned how to break it for me later." Mom said.

"Do you despise your son?" Pu Ling asked.

"Go to sleep!" Mom smiled and pushed him.

Make an appointment with the owner of the convenience store, and start working from the first night of the National Day holiday.

That is tonight.

My mother usually closes the door at nine o'clock and comes home. He honestly stays upstairs for half an hour, and sneaks out after she falls asleep...

Pu Ling thought about it, and walked to the gate of the yard, intending to open the door and go in.

"You are really annoying! I said don't come to me, don't come to me!"

Hu Yuan's voice.

He raised his eyes and looked at the path next to him.

Hu Yuan, with disheveled hair and pajamas, was leaning against the telephone pole. There was a man standing in front of him. He couldn't tell who it was from the back, but he could hear the voice.

Wu Dong.

"I was really wrong...and okay okay...I know..."

"What do you know, you know!" Hu Yuan pushed him away impatiently, intending to turn around and go home.

"Hu Yuan!" Wu Dong grabbed her arm.

Hu Yuan frowned in pain: "Relax..."

"I've been humbled for so long! Who the hell are you putting on a face here!" Wu Dong said viciously.

"Get out," Hu Yuan said with red eyes, pointing at Wu Dong's nose, "Get out of here."

Wu Dong tilted his head, intending to kiss her forcefully.

"Fuck." Pu Ling was a little physically uncomfortable by this scene, and if he didn't do anything to stop him, he would have a bad conscience for the rest of his life.

He walked over a few steps and pressed Wu Dong's shoulder.

"Who the hell are you..."

"Shut up for a moment," Pu Ling said, "Thank you."

"Puling?" Wu Dong let go of Hu Yuan, turned his head to look at him, and frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

"I look sick." Pu Ling said.

Hu Yuan's expression was a little stiff, and she looked away.

"It's not your business to fuck me." Wu Dong grabbed his collar and said in a low voice.

"It's very tough now," Pu Ling looked up at Hu Yuan, "Why do you hide like a grandson when she needs you?"

"Whose grandson are you talking about!" Wu Dong stared at him, "Are you looking for a beating?"

"Hu Yuan." Pu Ling took off Wu Dong and grabbed her hand, calling her name.

Hu Yuan frowned and raised her head.

"Do you still want to be with him?" Pu Ling asked.

Hu Yuan immediately shook her head.

"You go home." Pu Ling said.

"Fuck!" Wu Dong turned his head and grabbed her arm, "Tell me if you are in love with Pu Ling!"

"I didn't!" Hu Yuan shook off his hand irritably, and looked at Pu Ling, "This matter has nothing to do with you, you go back..."

"You go home." Pu Ling interrupted her.

"..." Hu Yuan frowned and entered the yard.

"Hu Yuan! Hu..." Wu Dong kicked the electric pole viciously, "Puling, how dare you pry the corner of my wall!"

"You're an idiot," Pu Ling said.

"You wait for me." Wu Dong pointed at him.

"You don't have to wait, you can speak out any dissatisfaction you have, and solve it once, and don't pester Hu Yuan again in the future." Pu Ling said.

"You really think I dare not beat you up?" Wu Dong raised his hand.

"I really thought so." Pu Ling raised her eyes, looking at Wu Dong's hand that had not dropped for a long time.

"You..." Wu Dong raised his hand for a while, then put his hand down again.

"If it wasn't for the fact that Brother Yan is covering you, I would have beaten you into confetti today!" Wu Dong said through gritted teeth, and left without looking back.

"..."

"..."

This is not the line I want, Pu Ling thought.

Miyano kicked the buttocks of a few spectators who were sticking their heads through the door, pushed the door open and walked in.

"Miyano, your mother is playing Gong Er again?" Someone asked with a smile.

Miyano slammed the door shut.

"Let you steal! I will let you steal!"

Luo Ying grabbed Gong He's hair and kicked him in the stomach.

"You can do it." Miyano pulled her aside.

"You control me?" Luo Ying raised her eyebrows, pointed at his nose and scolded, "What kind of thing are you controlling me?"

Miyano nodded: "I'm nothing, so don't beat people to death."

Gong He took advantage of the gap between the two of them talking and wanted to run to the door, but Luo Ying grabbed his clothes.

"Mom! I was really wrong! I won't dare to steal next time!" Gong He cried.

Luo Ying snorted: "Go back to your wretched place! Steal whatever you like!"

Gong He quickly shook his head and said, "I won't go back! I won't go back!"

Luo Ying sneered: "I don't care if you want to go back, I'll buy a train ticket today and send you away!"

Gong He shouted no, turned his head and ran up the stairs in the yard.

"Get down to my old lady!" Luo Ying chased after her.

Miyano sighed and lit a cigarette to watch their performance.

"I won't go back! Mom, I don't dare!" Gong He shouted while hugging the railing of the stairs, letting Luo Ying pull his hair and hit him on the back.

Miyano couldn't stand it anymore, he pinched his cigarette and wanted to go up to stop it.

Gong He was pushed violently by Luo Ying, rolled and fell off the steps section by section, and fell straight to the ground.

Face to the ground, did not move.

Both Miyano and Luo Ying were taken aback for a moment.

"Miyahe!" Miyano stepped forward and picked him up.

Gong He's face was covered with blood, and he was still muttering in a low voice: "Don't go back, go back, don't go back..."

"You are satisfied!" Miyano shouted at Luo Ying.

Standing on the stairs, Luo Ying trembled from being yelled at.

"Fuck." Miyano kicked the door open with Gonghe in his arms and walked out.

"Smoking is not allowed here, sir." The passing nurse reminded in a low voice.

Miyano nodded and pressed the cigarette on the lid of the trash can.

After a while, Gonghe came out with a head tightly wrapped in gauze and a plastic bag of medicine in his hand.

"What did the doctor say?" Miyano asked.

"It's just a small injury, it's okay." Gong He said.

"Go to lunch." Miyano looked at him.

"No appetite." Gong He lowered his head.

"Your brother is hungry." Miyano said, "There is Sha County in front of the hospital."

Gong He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Alright then."

"Here." Miyano handed a bottle of vinegar to Gonghe.

Gong He quickly took it and poured it on a small plate, then picked up the steamed dumplings and dipped them in.

"Is it delicious?" Miyano asked.

Gonghe nodded and looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Miyano also looked at him.

"I still want to eat your noodles." Gong He pointed to his bowl.

Miyano pushed the bowl in front of him, and Gonghe grinned and started to eat.

"What's so good about this place, you won't go back when Luo Ying beats you like that?" Miyano said.

Miyahe chewed his noodles, faltering and hawing.

"Swallow it and talk." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"My mother won't let me go back." Gong He said after swallowing.

"Your mother...oh." Miyano realized that Gong He was talking about his own mother, "Why?"

"My mother said that it is impossible for me to be successful at home." Gong He thought for a while, "Our place is too poor, not even Sha County."

"Are you going to be successful here? Either in the game hall or stealing Luo Ying's money all day long?" Miyano squinted at him.

"Then I don't know what I can do." Gonghe pouted and wanted to touch his head, but when he thought that his head was still wrapped in gauze, he put down his hand and smiled helplessly.

Gonghe's face was covered with fine wounds and bruises, and it hurt when he smiled, so he stopped smiling immediately.

Miyano looked at him for a while, then raised his hand and said, "The boss will add more steamed dumplings."

Gong He is fifteen years old, two years younger than Pu Ling, and has hardly ever gone to school. It is difficult to read a word, and his life is a little more complicated than that of a kitten or puppy. He knows everything except eating, sleeping, and shit. Play a game.

Miyano sighed, and somehow thought of the little black cat that Pu Ling sent to the homeless center yesterday.

Miyagawa looks like that cat, and so does he.

The author has something to say: Kakaka

☆, 10

"What do you mean by that?"

Sun Shaonan took off his gloves and threw them on the car hood.

Miyano glanced at Gonghe, raised his chin: "Brother."

Gonghe said honestly, "Brother."

"Call me uncle." Miyano said again.

Gonghe: "Master."

"Call me Dad." Miyano said.

Gong He: "Dad..."

"Stop." Sun Shaonan stretched out his hand and turned to stare at Miyano, "What are you doing?"

"Let him do odd jobs in your shop, he can do anything, and you can pay according to your salary." Miyano said.

"Why should I!" Sun Shaonan yelled, pointing at Gong Hedao, "With this brain, why would you still be my employee? You don't even care if I want it or not."

"Because you are his father." Miyano said.

"I'm his grandfather and I won't do it!" Sun Shaonan said.

"Call Grandpa." Miyano looked at Gonghe.

Gong He hurriedly said: "Grandpa."

"..." Sun Shaonan frowned and looked Gonghe up and down, "What's wrong with your head? Go to the hospital to open a ladle to get the water inside?"

"Luo Ying did it." Miyano lit a cigarette.

"I'll go, so ruthless." Sun Shaonan clicked his tongue.

"Yeah." Miyano nodded, and pushed Gong He towards him, "Your uncle is very easy to get along with, don't owe me your hand, listen to people more, if you have to study hard, learn hard... ..."

"Your uncle, I haven't agreed yet!" Sun Shaonan interrupted him.

"My uncle agrees," Miyano patted him on the shoulder, "It's fine for him to eat his lunch, he should be beaten or scolded."

"Miyano, you are sick." Sun Shaonan pointed at him.

"Thank you, sir?" Miyano said.

"Thank you, sir!" Gonghe hurriedly bowed.

After throwing Gonghe to Sun Shaonan's auto repair shop, Miyano went to the stray animal rescue center alone.

"Hey, you're here." The nurse recognized him yesterday.

"Ah," Miyano touched his nose, "come and see."

"Sleep." The nurse pointed to a room inside, "Maybe I slept and ate too much."

Miyano walked to the glass window outside the room and looked inside.

There are many small beds for cats in the room, and the little black cat sleeps on the last one, with his head buried in the blanket, his stomach heaving, and he sleeps soundly.

"It likes to sleep?" Miyano said.

"Yeah," the nurse smiled, "I haven't named it yet, so you can choose one."

"Xiaohei." Miyano said, "Gu Xiaohei."

"Very good." The nurse said, "Aren't you going to take it home?"

Miyano shook his head: "It's not convenient, I'm afraid it will be thrown away."

The nurse snorted and said, "Look, I'm going to go first."

"I'll drop by to see it." Miyano handed her the cat food and toys that he just bought at the roadside supermarket, "I'm leaving too."

Coming out of the rescue center, Miyano had nothing to do again, wandering aimlessly along the road, passing a bus stop without taking a bus.

He took out his phone.

-Where

It was only after the news was sent that he realized that he had sent it to Pu Ling.

It's weird, why send a message to Pu Ling when you're bored.

Miyano himself didn't understand.

-Wuyi Square

A message jumps in.

May Day Square?Miyano raised his eyebrows and turned back to him.

- what are you doing in wuyi square

- Distributing leaflets, what else can I do?

Looking at the screen, Miyano could almost imagine Pu Ling's impatient tone and the slightly downturned corners of his eyes when he said this.

He raised his eyebrows, and walked back to the bus stop he just passed by.

Today is the first day of the National Day, and there are quite a lot of people in the square, most of them are adults and children come out to play.

Aunt Mao also gave more leaflets than usual.

Pu Ling went around from the southeast corner of the square to the northwest corner, and then from the northwest corner back to the southeast corner, sending out half of it in half an afternoon.

Very few people are interested in his leaflets.

But that Xiao Xiao also said last time, it's none of his business.

Don't close it, let's close it, Pu Ling sighed, took two flyers and handed them to a young mother passing by holding the hand of a little girl.

"Oh, my child is still young, so I don't need this." The young mother said with a smile.

Pu Ling silently took back the leaflets that had been handed out.

I stood for five hours today, because I posted more than usual, so I added three yuan an hour.

55.

Puling counted and stuffed the money into his pocket.

Xiao Xiao didn't come today, but another boy he didn't know came. He was sent an hour less than him, and he got less money than him.

Thinking about it, Pu Ling turned around, as if she heard someone calling her name.

He raised his eyes and saw Miyano standing under the huge statue not far from the square, waving to him.

"Why are you here?" Pu Ling walked towards him.

"Come and see your work unit." Miyano said.

"I'm sick," Pu Ling smiled, "I'm done."

"That time." Miyano said.

"Wait a minute...why did you come to see me suddenly?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"Nothing to do." Miyano sighed, "It's too boring."

"..."

"Do you want to eat cotton candy?" Miyano pointed to the cotton candy seller next to him.

"...don't eat." Pu Ling said.

"I'll buy you something to drink." Miyano said.

"Don't drink." Pu Ling turned and walked towards the bus platform, and Miyano followed.

Waited a long time for a bus to come.

"Why not, it's going to our old town." Miyano pushed him.

"This class has to go around a long way, so let's wait for something else." Pu Ling said.

"What are you waiting for?" Miyano pulled him into the car.

There were not many people on the bus, and Miyano was sitting by the window, turning his head to look outside, maybe he was in a daze with concentration and blocked the window.

Pu Ling sat next to him, and could only see him when she turned her head.

On the radio, Vanilla was playing the sunset speed car, and it was circulating for a long time.

This long-distance bus circled a long way and passed a large bay on the way.

At sunset, the sky is tinted pink and gold, making it seem both near and far away.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in the sea, sparkling.

The shadows of all things are stretched infinitely long, and time seems to be stretched infinitely long.

Morphing to flowers bloom in the park

(transformed into flowers flourishing in the park)

I begged the sun for

(I want to beg the sun)

Keeping you unharmed

(don't hurt you)

Would you let me climb your stems

(would you let me climb your stem)

And pickupally your gems

(Harvest all your essence)*

......

The window was half open, and the warm and dry wind outside blew Miyano's hair slightly.

Miyano's eyelids were also dyed the color of the setting sun. He squinted his eyes comfortably, looking through the window at the cars passing by on the road and the distant bay in the setting sun. He shook his cigarette up and down but didn't smoke.

Pu Ling looked at him sideways, but he didn't notice.

Pu Ling's gaze moved away from Miyano's hair, and landed on his forehead, then the corners of his eyes, then the bridge of his nose, and then his slightly sultry lips holding a cigarette.

Miyano's nose bridge is beautiful, and so are her lips.

So are the eyes.

Miyano is indeed very good-looking.

...and the hair is really messy too.

Long and messy, it gave him a gender-blind aesthetic.

It would be nice if it didn't stop.

Pu Ling thought suddenly.

"The Phalaenopsis has been selling very well in the past few days." My mother pressed the ballpoint pen and wrote a few strokes on the small notebook, "Carnations are also good, 240..."

"Hand." Pu Ling sat down.

"What hand?" Mom looked up.

"Your hand." Pu Ling pulled her mother's arm, and tapped it with a cotton swab coated with medicine.

"It's inevitable, flower shops are like this." Mom looked at him and said.

"So I just gave you medicine and didn't mention you." Pu Ling said.

Mom couldn't hold back and laughed.

"Laughing fart." Pu Ling glanced at her.

"Son, you are so kind." Mom said.

"Okay, go to bed early, I'm so sleepy." Pu Ling threw the cotton swab into the trash can and yawned.

"Hurry up and go to bed." My mother bowed her head again to keep accounts.

Pu Ling looked at her, then turned and went upstairs.

After staying in the room for a while, Pu Ling began to put on his coat and shoes after hearing the sound of his mother coming up and closing the door.

"Xiao Pu, you are very punctual." The boss said with a smile.

"It should." Pu Ling said.

"I've explained everything that needs to be explained before, don't you need to say it again?" The boss handed him the key, "It's fine until twelve o'clock, remember to lock the door."

"Well, remember." Pu Ling took the key.

No one came in to buy things in the convenience store today.

Pu Ling read the geography book for a long time, her eyes hurt, and she barely remembered the similarities and differences between the Yangtze River Delta and the Songnen Plain.

At twelve o'clock, Pu Ling turned off the computer, went inside and turned off the switch, then locked the door and walked outside.

The road from the convenience store to home is not long, but it still looks quite long at night.

Eight out of ten lamps on the side of the road were broken. Pu Ling sighed, took out her cell phone and turned on her own flashlight.

There was a faint barking of a dog coming from afar.

Pu Ling rubbed her arms and walked forward.

After walking for a while, he saw a few people standing and smoking on the opposite side.

Those people also noticed him and looked up one after another.

Pu Ling withdrew her gaze and went her own way.

Those people pinched their cigarettes and started to walk forward, keeping a road distance from Pu Ling.

Pu Ling gradually realized that something was wrong, and after sending Miyano a location, she quickened her pace and randomly turned into an alley she didn't recognize.

There was a broken lamp hanging on the wall of the alley, barely able to illuminate the road.

Pu Ling almost tripped over something, and the phone fell out of his hand.

It was too late when he wanted to run, those people caught up and pinned him to the ground hurriedly.

"Fuck, you run pretty fast." Pu Ling heard a man say.

He frowned and struggled, his back was suddenly kicked hard, and he had an intimate contact with the earth, his face was burning with pain.

"Move again!" A voice said viciously, "Believe it or not, I'll play you to death!"

Pu Ling didn't make a sound, and slowly raised her arms.

"Brother Ping, how do you do it?" someone asked.

"Beat me up first, then..." The previous vicious voice was knocked silent by Pu Ling.

"Fuck. Your mother. Forced!" Brother Ping covered his head, "You don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Pu Ling pushed away a black shadow that was rushing towards him, and tried to run out, but was pulled back by the wall by someone.

It hurts, the feeling of being knocked open.

Pu Ling gritted her teeth, stood up slowly along the wall, touched something indiscriminately with her hand, and grasped it tightly.

Several men came up and grabbed his hair and kicked him in the stomach several times.

"Keep your breath," said Brother Ping.

"Don't worry, be careful." Someone laughed.

Pu Ling reached out and grabbed the man's clothes, and kicked him on the knee.

The man knelt down on the ground before he could stand still, and cried out in pain.

Pu Ling slammed the object against the wall and raised her arm.

"What sound?" someone asked.

"What glass is broken..."

"Don't come here." Pu Ling said in a calm voice.

"Are you playing this with me?" Brother Ping spat.

"I fucking said don't come over here!" Pu Ling roared, clutching the half-broken beer bottle tightly and staring at the few people who couldn't see their faces clearly.

"I still have to..." Brother Ping strode over and tugged at his arm.

Pu Ling forcefully swiped the beer bottle towards his face.

"Fuck my eyes!" Brother Ping howled sharply.

Panting for breath, Pu Ling stepped back slowly, smelling a bloody smell spreading in the air.

He stared at the people in front of him, all the senses in his body were paying attention to their every possible movement.

"Puling!"

Someone is calling his name.

The voice came along the dark alley.

A man hurriedly reached out to cover his mouth, but Pu Ling opened his mouth and bit him hard.

"Fuck, Erhou, why don't you care what this little bastard is doing? Hurry up and leave!"

A few people panicked and supported Brother Ping, and ran back.

Pu Ling suddenly felt as if his body was being sucked out, he lost his center of gravity, and collapsed along the wall.

He opened his eyes slightly, and raised his arms to block the light from the broken lamp coming towards him.

My whole body hurts, almost to death.

"Puling!"

It was Miyano's voice, getting closer.

The bright flashlight swayed over and shone on Pu Ling's face.

He frowned: "Turn it off, my eyes hurt."

"How are you?" Miyano panted and knelt down.

"It hurts," Pu Ling said vaguely, "...it hurts so much."

"It must be that Wang Lei's grandson told someone to run away!" Yan Run said.

"Fuck," Zhou Yang sighed, "I should have thought that Wang Lei would..."

"Hold it." Miyano threw the flashlight to Zhou Yang, and carefully hugged Pu Ling.

Pu Ling half-opened her eyes, with fresh wounds all over her face, and wanted to speak.

"Doesn't your mouth hurt? Stop talking and go to the hospital first." Miyano said.

Pu Ling nodded, looking more obedient than usual.

"A rib was broken." Yan Run handed the report to Miyano.

Miyano pinched his cigarette and took the list: "Where are the others?"

"Zhou Yang is with me, she's getting a plaster cast inside." Yan Run sighed, "You said Pu Ling is the same kid, why did you come out in the middle of the night?"

Miyano didn't say anything, he glanced at the wonton shop in front of the hospital, drew a piece of money and handed it to him: "Go buy a bowl of wonton."

"...Oh." Yan Run took the money.

Puling tugged at the strap of the rib cage.

"Hold on!" the nurse yelled.

"..."

Pu Ling let go.

"Hold on, it's a little uncomfortable to tie it on." Zhou Yang patted him on the shoulder, "I can take it off after a while when you recover."

"How long?" Pu Ling frowned.

"At least a month." Zhou Yang took the medicine that the nurse handed him, and helped him out of the operating room.

Pu Ling looked up and saw Miyano sitting at the door.

"I bought you a bowl of wonton." Miyano stood up and handed him the phone, "It's not broken."

"Thank you, Brother Yan." Pu Ling took the phone and sat down.

Yan Run and Zhou Yang went to the door to smoke. Miyano opened the plastic box and handed him the spoon.

Still didn't ask anything this time.

Pu Ling thought.

After taking two bites, he looked up at Miyano.

"What?" Miyano asked.

"My face," Pu Ling pointed to the two pieces of gauze on her face, "and my body, how could I hide it from my mother."

"I can't hide it," Miyano said.

Pu Ling frowned and said nothing.

"Ask you," Miyano looked at him, "Why are you there in the middle of the night?"

Actually asked.

Pu Ling thought.

"To be honest." Miyano still looked at him.

"Working in a convenience store." Pu Ling didn't bother to lie.

Miyano frowned.

"I won't resign." Pu Ling said again, "This job is pretty good."

Miyano was silent for a while, then nodded.

While eating the wonton, Pu Ling suddenly thought of something and grabbed Miyano's arm.

"Brother Yan..." His voice trembled a little, and it took him a long time to speak, "I seem to have poked someone's eyes."

The author has something to say: *Lyrics "Vanilla" - Sunset Speed

☆, 11

Had another night of chaotic dreams, even more brain-dead than the last time.

Pu Ling dreamed that he was a hero and was hunted down by a group of martial arts masters, and he even saved a homeless man on the way.