Originally, there was only one face to see, but now it is labeled like this, and it has been completely labeled as "useless".
"You beat him too?" Withdrew my hand, and while I was sorry, I didn't forget to care about Yang Haiyang's injury.
Actually I'm not too worried about him. Although Shang Muxiao is still young, Yang Haiyang has been exercising all year round, and his tendon is not good-looking, so he shouldn't suffer any loss.
Shang Muxiao stood up straight and put on his mask again: "I didn't hit. He hit me unilaterally, I didn't do it."
What he said was true, and I slowly moved my eyes down to the back of his bruised hand.
"It's not..." He noticed my gaze, raised the back of his hand and explained, "I did it myself by smashing the wall, I didn't really hit him."
He doesn't know about my relationship with Yang Haiyang, so there's no need to lie to me, so I'm more inclined that he really didn't hit Yang Haiyang - it's strange that the sun hits the west side.
"Why are you smashing the wall?" Putting the handout on my lap, I controlled the wheelchair to go out.
Shang Muxiao followed, and was always about two steps away from me.
"Because I can't help but beat him."
To say that I was only surprised when I heard him say that he really didn't hit Yang Haiyang, but now I know that he is willing to hit the wall instead of hitting the other party, I was simply shocked.
I haven't seen each other for a few days, why is my personality so different, like being guzzled
"What? Do you think I've been beaten like this, so I have to fight back?" Seeing that I didn't speak for a long time, Shang Muxiao sneered, guessing what I was thinking.
No, I think you'll not only fight back, but double down.
"No, I just think...something doesn't look like you."
It's one thing to think in your heart, it's another to say it out. I'm no longer a reckless age to think about what to say. I know how to talk to people and talk to ghosts.
"What's not like?" He put his hands in the pockets of his coat, staggered to my side, and walked side by side with me, "I'm usually very good."
I couldn't help looking up at him, wondering what expression he was using to say that.
He felt it, looked down and said, "Why? In my opinion, not being a rapist is 'good'."
"… "
I will not comment, I silently look back on the road ahead, and admire him for being so outspoken that he can say it without changing his face.
On both sides of the widest main road in the school, tall French plane trees are planted. Over time, the canopies of the trees are connected together, covering the road densely. The sun can only squeeze through the gaps of the leaves with the help of the wind, and it is difficult to transmit its body temperature to the earth.
It is the end of autumn now, and the leaves of the sycamore have turned from green to golden. It won't take long before the yellow leaves fall, and the road will see the light of day again.
"Is your car repaired?" Shang Muxiao suddenly asked when he was about to walk out of Wutong Avenue.
The sun climbed from the top of my feet to my body, dry and warm, and if I were alone, it would be time to stop and soak up the sun.
"Well, don't bother you to take me home in the future." I specially slowed down, wanting to make this journey end later.
Shang Muxiao didn't notice it, he continued to move forward at the previous pace, and in a short while he was in front of me.
"You haven't forgotten your appointment tomorrow?" he asked.
I'm 32 and not 62, so I won't forget what I promised so soon.
"No." I said.
He stopped for a moment and looked over with a frown, as if only then did he realize that we were no longer on the same level.
"Why are you so slow?" he complained, his mask couldn't hide his impatience.
The sun fell on him, and the bruises at the corners of his eyes became more and more obvious. I squinted my eyes, and still walked slowly, not speeding up.
"Can't wait until you can go first."
He snorted softly when he heard the words, and it sounded like he had something to say.
"Forget it..." But for some reason, he finally chose to swallow all the words. "Tomorrow night, I will go to your house to meet you. At eight o'clock, don't forget."
He stayed where he was, waiting for me to be by his side before moving on. This time it was very slow, in line with my speed.
"Where are you taking me?"
There is an intersection in front, and then go to my office. Although I accepted the bet and promised not to avoid it, I still wanted to know where I would be taken, so I had to be mentally prepared.
However, Shang Muxiao still had to sell off.
"It's a fun place, you won't be disappointed." At the crossroads, he stopped and said, "I still have a class, so let's go first. See you tomorrow, Professor Bei."
He backed up and waved at me, turned around in his pocket and left in the other direction.
I watched him recite the film for a moment, turned the wheelchair, and walked away from him.
As soon as I got back to the office and put down the lecture notes, I called Yang Haiyang.
The other side picked it up after a few seconds. The sound was outside, and the faint whistle of the car could be heard.
"That's right, just this position... Hey, Beibei, what's wrong? What's the matter?"
He sounded busy, so I made a long story short: "Miss Shang's younger brother came to class today with a wound on his face..."
Before I could finish speaking, Yang Haiyang interrupted me fiercely: "I'll go, don't mention that madness to me! It can be said that his ancestors have accumulated virtues before he was beaten to death when he grew up."
He began to tell me what kind of madness Shang Muxiao was and what happened these days.
"It was a good day, and everything was fine. Suddenly I heard a loud bang, 'crash', and the glass of my shop was smashed." Yang Haiyang went out for no reason and saw Shang Muxiao standing outside, He clapped his hands, looked provocative, and didn't run away when he saw him, and even gave him the middle finger.
New hatred adds to old hatred, Yang Haiyang also admitted that he was impulsive.
"I asked him if he was ill, and he said: 'If you don't break up with my sister again, I may get sicker more, and next time I will break more than glass'. You also know that the convenience store is my hard work, Yunrou is my dead end again, he stabbed both of them, and I went up and gave him a punch." The two scuffled, Yang Haiyang was getting angry, and he didn't notice how many punches he punched each other and received a few more punches, I felt that Shang Muxiao's skills were quite good.
Hearing this, I also felt something was wrong. Since it was Shang Muxiao who started first, how could he give Yang Haiyang such a futile fight
"You don't know how capable he is. I thought he was a real dish, but it turned out that he had never been beaten like this before. After a few punches, his nature was exposed, and he grabbed me by the neck and pushed me against the wall. That look... I almost thought he was going to stab me with a knife. As a result, he punched the wall, leaving me patted on the butt and left without reacting."
In the evening, Shang Yunrou called and scolded him. She couldn't believe that he beat her brother like that. It was only here that Yang Haiyang found out that he had been tricked. That kid Shang Muxiao actually used the method of self-destructing a thousand to divide him and Shang Yunrou. The viciousness of the heart is outrageous.
He has been busy in the store these two days, and he has to coax Shang Yunrou.
"How can there be such a vile bastard in the world!!" I can imagine how Yang Haiyang put his hands on his chest and vomited blood.
Sure enough... an outright villain.
Aggrieved and pitiful are all disguise, but his bitterness, danger and cunning are his nature, which is hard to guard against.
"Miss Shang is also concerned about chaos. Tell her well, she is not an unreasonable person, and she will understand." He also said something to Yang Haiyang. He was re-installing the glass of the shop, and there was no one to help. , said "Let's talk next time" with me, and quickly ended the call.
In the evening, I received a message from him, saying that he had gotten along with Shang Yunrou, and showed me a video of Duan Shang Yunrou sitting in a rocking chair and holding Yang Youling reading a storybook.
In the picture, the little girl has long soft hair loose, and is nestled in Shang Yunrou's arms.
It's been a long time since I haven't seen the little girl, so I sent Yang Haiyang a message and told him that I would see Yang Youling in a few days. Yang Haiyang replied "ok" to me and agreed to see you next Tuesday night.
I had a dream.
I know I am dreaming. This dream has been with me for twelve years. In the first two years, I had it almost every night. Later, with the passage of time, it gradually changed to only occasionally dreaming when I was emotionally unstable and under too much pressure.
In the moving vehicle, the voices of the other three people were in my ears. Lu Feiheng asked me if I wanted to drink water. I opened my eyes, and just as I was about to thank me, the world turned upside down.
Everything was rolling, and I had no idea what was going on. When I recovered, I was thrown out of the car. The whole body was in pain, and in the blurred vision, the SUV that I was in just now fell over beside the guardrail, the hood was deformed, and it was sparking.
I saw Jing Shen hanging upside down in the car with blood all over his face. I didn't know if he was alive or dead. I tried to save him, but his legs didn't respond at all.
The oil in the tank spread little by little and was eventually ignited by a small spark that engulfed the entire wreckage of the car.
Arms were raised and dragged away from the danger zone.
"There's someone else..." I said weakly, my eyes gradually darkening.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already bright.
I lay on my bed, listening to the birds chirping outside the window, and after a while, I sat up wearily.
No one likes to relive a nightmare, or a horrible nightmare like that.
That day, I seemed to be very preoccupied. I forgot the time to boil water, forgot to put salt in cooking, and even when I was doing laundry, I didn’t remember whether I had poured laundry detergent.
If it wasn't for Shang Muxiao calling me, I might have forgotten my appointment.
"I've already gone downstairs, come down quickly." After a while, he added, "Remember to bring your car keys."
When I got downstairs, Shang Muxiao was leaning in front of his blue-and-white heavy machine, and was boringly tossing his helmet. Seeing me coming down, he locked his helmet and leaned towards me.
"You drive, I'll navigate. It's a bit far, but the scenery is good."
Looking at the scenery at night
I was puzzled in my heart, but I still followed his instructions and drove all the way to the destination in his mouth.
The road became more and more deviated, and there were fewer and fewer vehicles on the road, and even left the urban area and went to the suburbs.
When I saw the mountain, I didn't even have a street light, so I had to turn on the high beam to illuminate the road ahead.
"How long?" I finally couldn't hold my breath and asked.
Shang Muxiao looked out the window and said, "It's almost time." How to listen and how to perfunctory.
In the following hour, the conversation reappeared no less than three times.
From eight o'clock to ten o'clock, the dark road is lined with large fruit trees. Shang Muxiao said that it was a cherry tree, but he didn't know if it was true or not.
"It's here, stop!" As if he saw some sign, Shang Muxiao suddenly motioned for me to stop, and before the car stopped, he opened the door and jumped out of the car.
what to do...
I was rarely a little angry for his dangerous behavior.
The car turned off, I sat in the wheelchair and walked in his direction. The grass was a little uneven, but it did not affect the wheelchair.
"Did you know that it was very dangerous just now..." I walked around the car, and my eyes suddenly became clear, and I was a little speechless for a moment.
In front of you is an open viewing platform, and the bottom of the mountain is dark with only scattered lights. The distant city is shaded by mountains, surrounded by the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves. When the light brought by high technology disappeared, the light from the stars became more shining than ever.
"Look, isn't the scenery beautiful?"
Shang Muxiao raised his arm and introduced this dazzling Milky Way to me.