Although Wen Liang was under the car, his hearing was not affected at all. He gave the middle finger fiercely and cursed inwardly: You are the one with puffy eyes, and your whole family has puffy eyes.
For some reason, Jiang Zhilan, who should have been feeling nervous, almost couldn't hold back her laughter when she heard Jin Lianzi describe Wen Liang like that. Suddenly, she felt Wen Liang move, and fearing that he couldn't stand this tone, she quickly put her hands on the edge of the car, bent her legs, and made her body fit more closely together.
One of them pulled the gold chain's arm and whispered, "Boss, we are looking for someone, describe it truthfully!"
"Fuck you, why are you talking so much nonsense? He is much uglier than I described. Tell me, did you see it?"
Jiang Zhilan pointed to an alley on the left and said, "Just now a person ran out from here and went over there. I didn't see his face clearly, and I don't know if he was the person you were looking for, but he ran pretty fast..."
"Yes, that's him. Damn, he's running like a rabbit. Chase him. Cheer up, everyone. If you catch him, I'll give you another 100 yuan."
When the crowd of people went away, Jiang Zhilan breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the warmth and touch on her thighs were clearly transmitted back to her brain. Her face flushed slightly, and she took a step back, pulled the curtain, and said, "They're gone."
Wen Liang came out in a flash. He was thick-skinned and his mind was many times more mature than that of an ordinary person. He did not feel embarrassed to be chased so miserably in front of Jiang Zhilan. He smiled and said, "Thank you, sister-in-law. Otherwise, I would have been made into dumplings tonight."
Jiang Zhilan smiled and brushed the dust off his clothes. She couldn't hide her worry and asked, "Are you still doing this job?"
Wen Liang was stunned for a moment, then he remembered that he had always appeared in Jiang Zhilan's world as a gangster. At that time, he thought that they would never meet again, so he didn't clarify the matter. But since he had breakfast with Ning Xi last time, Wen Liang had a plan to include her Jiang's snacks in the category of Qinghe soy milk, so he would have to tell her his true identity sooner or later, this was not a problem.
But tonight's occasion was really inappropriate. He had just staged a street fight of gangsters, and then turned around and said that he was not a gangster. Jiang Zhilan might think that he was just trying to save face. Wen Liang shrugged his shoulders and had to go further and further on the road of role-playing. He smiled and said, "There's nothing else to do, so let's just do it."
Jiang Zhilan looked at his nonchalant smile and suddenly felt distressed. How many gangsters have a good ending? Every day they are either beating people up or being beaten up. If there are other choices, who would be willing to be a gangster for the rest of their lives
But Jiang Zhilan didn't say anything. Everyone has their own destiny, which is a truth that people like her should have known long ago. Wen Liang looked around. Gongti was at least five or six blocks away from here. He frowned and asked, "Don't you have a stall at Gongti? Why did you move here? Did someone embarrass you?"
Jiang Zhilan heard the concern in his words and hurriedly shook her head, saying, "No, no, everything is fine. I heard that the night show at the cinema was over and many people would go for supper, so I occasionally come here to set up a stall..."
The world is full of hardships and it is not easy to make a living. Except for those at the top of the pyramid, most people are actually repeating the same heavy and powerless life, the difference is only in the degree of severity. Wen Liang knew that Jiang Zhilan did not need pity or even sympathy. For her, being able to earn money with her own efforts and hands is the greatest grace for her in this cold and emotionless world that operates according to some unknown rules.
So Wen Liang didn't say much. He put his hands on the horizontal bar at the rear of the car, smiled and said, "I'll have to ask you to close the stall early tonight. I'm afraid those guys won't be able to find me and will come back to cause trouble. Let's go. I'll take you home."
"No, I was just about to close the stall, so there's nothing to worry about..." Jiang Zhilan hurried over to grab Wen Liang's seat and said, "I'll do the pushing, this is not your job..."
But she pressed on the back of Wen Liang's hand. Jiang Zhilan was not a girl of fifteen or sixteen, so she would not panic or get excited. However, she was still a little embarrassed. She immediately withdrew her hand and whispered, "Let me do it..."
"Consider it my way of repaying my sister-in-law for saving my life. If it weren't for your trick of escaping, I might have broken a few bones. Between a beating and helping out, I would rather choose the latter."
Jiang Zhilan laughed at his amusement, and she could not argue anymore. She quickly packed up her belongings, put on the fire, and followed the car closely. As Wen Liang exerted force with both hands, the wheels creaked as they rolled over the long path, casting two long shadows under the starry sky of the spring night.
Arriving downstairs in the community, Wen Liang parked the stall car in the corner, clapped his hands, and said with a smile: "It's getting late, sister-in-law, you should go to bed early. I should go back too. I will come to see you in two days when I have time."
Jiang Zhilan didn't expect him to leave so quickly. It wasn't easy to meet each other. She seemed to have a lot to say, but she didn't know where to start. She grabbed his sleeve and blurted out, "You're tired and sweating. Go upstairs and wash your face. Drink some water and take a rest."
Wen Liang hesitated. Washing his face was secondary. He just didn't find a suitable opportunity to ask Pan Mingliang on the road. He didn't know when he would find time again. It would be best to solve it tonight. But it was a little late at this time. He didn't care. He was mainly afraid of causing trouble for Jiang Zhilan. There were many gossips around widows. The idle gossips might just be a little fun, but for some people, a little gossip could cost someone's life.
Jiang Zhilan didn't think too much this time. She sincerely wanted him to come to her house and didn't give Wen Liang a chance to refuse. She said, "Let's go. I need you to help me carry the things in the car. It's not safe to leave them in the yard."
In fact, she usually carries all these things up and down by herself, but when there is a man who can be relied on by her side, that feeling is really a happiness that cannot be bought with any amount of money or power.
After entering the house and putting away his things, Wen Liang took a quick look around. The old-fashioned building had a simple layout, but it was clean and tidy, exuding the warmth and comfort of home. Sitting on a chair in the living room, watching Jiang Zhilan busy boiling water and pouring tea in the kitchen, Wen Liang smiled and said, "Sister-in-law, stop busying yourself. Come and sit for a while, let's chat. I just happen to have something to ask you."
(This plot was actually conceived a long, long time ago when Jiang Zhilan first appeared. However, when I finally wrote it after such a long time, I found that it was really difficult for me to find the right balance.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.) (To be continued)