Ordinary people see these gangsters in Chongming, it’s good not to hide, where are they going up, they openly looked at Jin Heng, took a few steps forward and surrounded him in the middle, ruffian, giggling and oppressive Extremely strong: "Wen Yan? Why are you looking for him?"
This needs to be replaced by a little girl. They specified that coaxing and molesting must make people cry, but unfortunately, it is a thin boy.
Jin Heng lowered his head. Although his voice was small, it sounded calm: "I just want to thank him..."
The boys croaked: "Thank you? Thank him for what?"
"Brother Yan can still be thanked one day? Pfft, hahaha, I'm dying of laughter!"
"He's not in now."
Xu Meng was the last to speak out, and he didn't know what Wen Yan told him. In short, he didn't bother Jin Heng much. He leaned on one of the motorcycles, probably thinking that Jin Heng was being bullied and wanted to seek refuge. , frowned: "Wen Yan doesn't care about his business."
After saying this, he waved to Yan Na, and then straddled the motorcycle. The latter sat directly behind him. Seeing this, the delinquent teenagers surrounding Jin Heng also dispersed and rode the motorcycle like a wind. There was only a tail gas left, and the roar resounded through the treetops, overshadowing the cicadas for a moment.
Jin Heng stood there, wondering what he was thinking, his figure fell into the shade of the swirling trees, and he was divided into shadow blocks of different sizes. The noise of the noisy stalls around him had nothing to do with him. Human fireworks.
The system flew beside him: [Why do you have to find Wen Yan?]
Why do you have to find Wen Yan...
Jin Heng glanced at it, slowly rubbed the knife in his sleeve, and smiled a little strangely: "Why don't you take a guess?"
Jin Heng was accustomed to being the driving force behind the scenes. There were some things he wanted to do, but he didn't want to do it himself. It was like in a previous life, standing by the side with a cold eye, driving Wen Yan to do those dirty things, saving worry and trouble.
None of them were clean, but Jin Heng just wanted to be the one who was not single.
Pang Yifan can't handle it today, he has a few accomplices around him, and it's not easy to start. Jin Heng carried his schoolbag and walked to the house step by step, away from the busiest and most crowded streets in front of the school, and the surroundings became more and more remote and deserted.
If Wen Yan didn't come, it could only be a fight.
When Jin Heng walked to the road at the crossroads, he should have turned left, but for some unknown reason, he swerved and walked to the right. He was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect to meet Wen Yan.
An unfinished building that has been demolished but no one cares about is the best place for delinquent teenagers to gather. The winding road is also the best for riding a motorcycle at a fast speed. Sometimes it is lively, sometimes it is lonely. There were four or five people fighting in groups.
It is also inappropriate to say that it is a group fight, because one of the parties is alone and appears to be quite weak.
Wen Yan's fights were ruthless and fierce, never leaving room, so that a pair of four didn't lose any momentum, but from the overall point of view, he obviously fell behind, ate a few punches from the opponent, and finally was forcibly pressed to the ground. It was the exact opposite of Zhang Yang's sternness in the daytime.
Not unusual.
That's how the mixed society is. You hit me today, and I hit you tomorrow. If you don't want to get hurt, unless you don't let anyone get caught and single for the rest of your life, it's obvious that Wen Yan has been singled out.
A tall boy at the head kicked him hatefully, and then covered his stomach that was beaten out by Wen Yan and cursed bitterly: "Fuck you, make me crazy again, aren't you crazy? Huh? !"
He grabbed Wen Yan's hair and faced each other with fists and feet. Obviously, he was severely suppressed by the other party before that.
Standing in the dark, Jin Heng counted their people, there were four in total, and all of them were injured. He rolled up his sleeves a little to reveal the knife hidden inside, and pushed the cold blade out a few inches without expression, as if Want to try sharp.
The system stammered: [Don't...don't use a knife...]
Jin Heng looked at it slowly, his eyes deep.
The system made a suggestion: [Use bricks?]
The tall boy obviously didn't intend to let Wen Yan go so easily, and took out a heavy finger tiger from his pocket, with sharp edges and corners, one punch could make people vomit blood.
Wen Yan did not struggle, the broken hair blocked his eyes, his eyes were cold and dangerous.
The tall boy tried his strength. He had a large tattoo on his right arm, and his muscles were clearly defined. He looked down at Wen Yan and said, "If you crawl through my crotch today, beg for mercy, I might—"
"Snapped!"
Before he could finish speaking, the tall boy suddenly looked stunned, followed by a flick of his footsteps, and fell to the ground with a thud, revealing Jin Henglai who was standing behind him, holding half a brick in his hand, and other Half of it fell to the ground.
The other three accomplices were stunned when they saw this. Before they could react, they suffered heavy blows to their stomachs. They were kicked in the stomach by Jin Heng, took a few steps back, and let go of Wen Yan subconsciously.
"Walk!"
Jin Heng's voice was low and calm. He grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, and before the group of people could react, he pulled him and ran forward. Blowing on the corners of his clothes, a tearing pain came from his chest and lungs.
A loud and angry scolding came from behind: "Fuck! They ran away!"
"Come on!"
Jin Heng sprinted in the dark night, the corners of his clothes were pulled back, and the wind was pulling them into a straight line. Because the speed was too fast, he couldn't even pick up the schoolbag when it fell from his shoulders. The only one who held tightly was Wen Yan. With a clear goal, he dragged the other party across the road, crossed a few streets, and finally stopped in front of a nearby police station. It was as if his strength was suddenly drawn out, his legs fell softly and sat on the ground.
Jin Heng spent too much physical strength. He supported his body with his hands, his chest heaved up and down, every breath was accompanied by a throbbing pain in his trachea, his hair was also messed up by the wind, and the clothes on his back were soaked with cold sweat The marks, without the cover of the schoolbag, are fully exposed.
Under the light of the streetlights in front of the police station, Wen Yan's face was particularly bruised. He was short of breath. His white t-shirt was covered with gray stains and bloodstains, not to mention the arms and scratches on his arms.
Wen Yan obviously didn't expect Jin Heng to appear here, because he couldn't fight, he breathed evenly and got up from the ground, even if he was in a mess, he still liked to look down at people.
Wen Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, licked the broken wound with the tip of his tongue, and squinted at Jin Heng: "It's you."
Jin Heng was sitting on the ground and looked very good. Shooting people with bricks had nothing to do with him. He didn't speak. He pursed his lips and bowed his head habitually. : "… "
Oh shit.
Wen Yan scolded a dirty word in his heart, and looked a little irritable. He was most annoyed by this stuffy quail. He couldn't beat him, he couldn't scold him, he couldn't let go of his frown, and squinted his eyes and asked, "Who told you to do it? help me?"
If you ask this question, help him and help him make mistakes.
Jin Heng finally had a reaction, but got up from the ground, patted the dust on his body, noticed that his shoulders were too light, and touched it habitually, only to realize that it had fallen off while running.
Lose it, lose it.
Jin Heng paused imperceptibly and didn't care much. He looked at Wen Yan, and after a while, he said seriously, "I want to follow you."
He also said this this morning, but Wen Yan ignored it, and now he said it again, it seemed a little more credible than the morning.
Wen Yan sneered, thinking that it was just for this, and felt that it was incomprehensible. He stepped on the bench by the side of the road and had no morals: "Follow me? What are you doing with me?"
Jin Heng, a student of a key high school, why should he mix with the garbage of vocational high school like them
Jin Heng did not say the reason: "There is no reason."
Wen Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one in his mouth, lit it with fire, his pupils were pitch-black, and seemed a little dark in the smoke, he threw the rest of the cigarettes together with a lighter to Jin Heng: " smokes."
Jin Heng raised his hand to catch it: "I don't smoke."
Wen Yan hissed, thinking about which elementary school student from kindergarten doesn't even know how to smoke. He exhaled a mouthful of smoke and raised his eyebrows, "Do you want to follow me if you don't smoke?"
Jin Heng glanced at the cigarette in his hand, because it had been in his pocket for too long, and it was still stained with a little body temperature, he could not tell the emotion and asked: "Can you follow me if you smoke it?"
Wen Yan: "I never said that."
He felt that Jin Heng was really bold, but he heard from Yan Na that Jin Heng was one of the most bullied students in the class. Pulled out of the pile.
Wen Yan stood on the side of the road and finished smoking a cigarette. He didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that those people didn't catch up just now, he kicked away the gravel beside his feet with a swoosh, and rolled right in front of Jin Heng.
Jin Heng looked up at him.
Wen Yan stood on the side of the road and didn't look at him: "I can't even fight, so go home and find your mother as soon as possible."
Tiandi testified, this is the most elegant sentence in Wen Yan's swearing lexicon. After he finished speaking, he touched the blue and purple corner of his mouth, the look in his eyes was a little terrifying for a moment, he glanced at the left and right traffic, and then went straight across the road to leave, The back figure quickly disappeared into the night.
Sure enough, it is a jerk, and there is not even a thank you.
Jin Heng knew that Wen Yan was not that easy to approach, so he took his eyes back half a beat, then walked home step by step, knocked on the corner of the cigarette case with his slender fingertips, took out a cigarette, and lit it with a lighter skillfully. He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and the spark was indefinitely extinguished.
Just because you don't smoke doesn't mean you don't smoke.
Maybe Jin Heng is no longer a good student. From a very early time, his evil thoughts gradually piled up higher than a mountain.
The next day was the monthly exam. Jin Heng's schoolbag was gone, but luckily he didn't have any important information. He put a pencil and a water-based pen in his pocket and went to school empty-handed.
There are many stalls in front of the school. Jin Heng usually doesn't eat breakfast, but yesterday he was too physically exhausted, and he had a whole day of exams today, so he bought a cup of the cheapest soy milk.
The boss quickly filled him a cup of soy milk: "Two dollars."
Jin Heng touched his pocket and was about to take out the money when a basketball suddenly hit his feet, and then jumped away due to the rebound force. Looking down, he saw a group of delinquent teenagers standing under the shade of a tree not far away. , The blue and white school uniforms were either tied around the waist or draped over the shoulders. In short, none of them wore them well, and they were students from Chongming.
The person who threw the ball just now was Wen Yan. He seemed to be waiting here for a while. I saw him saying something to the group of people beside him, and then he walked towards Jin Heng, holding a black schoolbag in his hand, and threw it directly to him. to him: "your bag."