He came aggressively, clearly wanting to kill this boy who spoiled his good deeds on the spot.
Chen Jianan then backed away, not forgetting to yell: "Brother Yong, let's have a misunderstanding, let's talk if we have something to say, there's no need to shout like this, right?"
However, his frivolous overtures are useless to a cold-blooded killer.
In the process of escaping, he caught a glimpse of the black military thorn in the opponent's hand out of the corner of his eye, and was somewhat frightened. Anyone who is stabbed by this thing will lose half of his life if he is not dead.
Fortunately, after Qiao Wen reminded him, he was already prepared.
Jumping to the weapon rack, Chen Jianan picked up a long stick, glanced at the burning incense not far away, and remembered what Qiao Wen told him to delay him.
The doors in and out of this yard have been locked, and it is impossible to escape. Fortunately, although the yard is not big, there are two crooked-necked banyan trees and a small flower bed inside. Although he can't hide, it is enough for him to hang around for a while.
So, he turned into a dexterous monkey, scurrying around in circles through flower beds and banyan trees, preventing Ruan Yong from approaching him.
For a moment, the whole yard was like chickens flying around.
Zhao Shanhai, who was drinking tea outside, listened to the movement inside, and asked Uncle Cao beside him, "How is it?"
Uncle Cao glanced in through the crack of the door, and replied with a smile, "This servant boy is quite clever, but he probably won't last long, and will only annoy Ruan Yong, not to mention no good fruit."
"Then it depends on the fate of this kid." Zhao Shanhai smiled indifferently, apparently not caring about the life and death of the people inside.
Although Chen Jianan is a member of his Hexing Society, but the little pony who is a bad guy, he will die when he dies.
Chen Jianan's tactic did not last long.
Because Ruan Yong was quickly angered by his monkey-like hiding and hiding, when he jumped to the opposite side of the flower bed to separate him from him again, he let out a loud roar, jumped up, tapped his feet on the edge of the flower bed, and flew directly from above However, he swooped towards Chen Jianan.
Chen Jianan knew that he couldn't dodge this time. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of only half of the burning incense, and received the blow with his scalp. When the military thorn came towards his neck, he jumped up and let the military thorn hit him. Slashed across the neck and stabbed in the chest.
However, the incomparably sharp military thorn failed to penetrate his body, instead it slipped as if it hit something hard.
While Ruan Yong was in a daze, Chen Jianan hurriedly took two steps back, covered his chest and grinned, "My uncle's armor looks okay."
But I can't help but feel a little scared in my heart. This bastard really came here for his life. If Qiao Wen hadn't predicted it in advance and put on the armor to defend himself wittily, the military thorn just now would have pierced his little chest. heart.
He is also a vigorous young man, and now he is pressed by people every step of the way, and he is as aggrieved as a turtle grandson. He can't help but show his kung fu and let the other party see how powerful he is, but he still remembers Qiao Wen's words If you do, you must not expose your true abilities like this.
Seeing that Ruan Yong hadn't quite recovered, he gritted his teeth and threw away the long stick in his hand, and flew forward to wrap his hands and feet around him. He even shamelessly used two rows of big white teeth, and gnawed hard on the opponent's face. , gnawing out a mouthful of blood.
Ruan Yong was already very irritable after being stalked by him for a few big circles, and now he was entangled by this rascal Fan, and he was even more furious. In addition, with long hands and long feet, he was trapped all at once, and the military stab in his hand was useless.
Whether he is on the battlefield or as a killer, Ruan Yong has always been with a knife in his hand. Where has he ever encountered such a situation, the original rational and cold-blooded was messed up, and he felt a mess in his heart. When the fragrance gets shorter and shorter, it becomes even more manic.
As a result, he was finally led astray by Chen Jianan, and he threw away all his original boxing skills and murderous tactics, hugged him, rolled on the ground, pulled his hair, and beat his teeth randomly.
Ruan Yong was a real mess, but Chen Jianan was a fake mess. Seeing that the bastard was led astray by his success, he quickly looked for an opportunity to knock off the saber in his hand, kicked him far away, and continued to wrap his arms and legs around him. Roll in place.
After disposing of the opponent's deadly weapon, he was relieved and began to exert his full strength.
Ruan Yong was completely frenzied, he also forgot to look for the army stab, he punched hard when he got a gap.
Chen Jianan's Wang Baquan was definitely not able to beat Ruan Yong's fists and feet trained with live ammunition on the battlefield. After a few rounds, he was quickly defeated. Two punches hit his handsome face in succession, and blood immediately covered his face. It's just horrible.
Gradually gaining the upper hand, Ruan Yong fought harder and harder. After breaking free from the opponent's hands and feet, he finally regained his senses, kicked him away, and ran to pick up the army thorn.
Chen Jianan, who fell on the ground, saw that there was only a small amount of incense left on the incense table, and it was about to be extinguished. He backed up with hands and feet, and yelled at Ruan Yong, who was walking step by step, holding a military thorn. : "The incense is finished, don't come here! Don't come here! Lord Bao, help!"
Ruan Yong was unmoved by his cry for help, but just grabbed the opponent's neck, and when the military thorns flying in the air were about to penetrate his head, a rough hand grabbed his wrist in time.
He is Zhao Shanhai's disciple.
Zhao Shanhai on the side said unhurriedly: "Ayong, people in the Jianghu have to follow the rules. After burning the incense, no matter what the result is, this matter will be over."
Ruan Yong had a dark face, and reluctantly let go.
Chen Jianan, whose face was covered with blood, saw that his crisis was resolved, and fell heavily on the ground as if he had let go of his strength. When he closed his eyes, he was "scared" and passed out.
Zhao Shanhai frowned and glanced at the bloody pony boy, and said indifferently, "Smelly boy, you are lucky!" Then he ordered outside loudly, "Hurry up and take him to the clinic."
Chen Jianan opened his eyes again, he was already on the stretcher, he said angrily, "Brother, take me to Uncle Hua's clinic."
After saying this, he closed his eyes again, tilted his head in cooperation, and passed out again.
"Awen, my brother was injured. At Uncle Hua's place, his face was covered with blood, and his nose and eyes could not be seen." Qiao Wen, who was reading the newspaper at home to learn about the times and waiting for news from Chen Canaan, had just read Upon hearing a piece of news about the stock market, the door of the house that was concealed was knocked open.
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It was Hao Zi who ran in howling.
Qiao Wen was shocked, put down the newspaper and asked, "How is he?"
Hao Zai shook his head with red eyes: "I don't know what's going on, he doesn't even have the strength to speak, he managed to utter a few words, and asked me to come to you."
Qiao Wen understood and nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away."
Haozai never forgets to care about him: "Awen, how is your health?"
Qiao Wen said: "I'm much better today, don't worry." After thinking for a while, he said, "Don't tell Uncle Chen about Brother Nan's injury."
Chen Jianan's father was a soldier when he was young. He was injured during the Anti-Japanese War and limped one leg. After he came to Hong Kong City, he worked on a fishing boat. He usually lived on the fishing boat and seldom went home.
He is a man of integrity, so he finally went home to rest for a few days, so naturally he couldn't let him worry about his son.
Qiao Wen followed Hao Zai to Uncle Hua's clinic. At this time, there was no one else in the clinic except Uncle Hua and Chen Jianan who was lying on the hospital bed. That hospital bed was exactly the one Qiao Wen lay on yesterday.
"Brother Nan, how are you?" Qiao Wen stepped forward and asked.
Chen Jianan sat up from the bed and waved to his cousin: "Hao Zai, it's just Xiao Qiao here, go out and do your business."
Haozai has always regarded his words as imperial edicts, although he looked at his face, his eyes were not eyes, his nose was not his nose, and his face was completely unrecognizable, he was very worried, but he still walked away obediently.
To be honest, looking at the blood-stained person on the bed, Qiao Wen was really not sure how badly he was hurt. I couldn't help touching his body up and down, trying to see if there was any fatal injury.
"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Chen Jianan brushed his hand away, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, although they were swollen into two slender mouse eyes, but it didn't prevent him from bursting out with excitement from the two gaps, because when he spoke, Pulling the wound, he breathed heavily and said, "Little Qiao, let me tell you, you guessed it all. The Vietnamese boy came to the door, and Master Bao lit half a stick of incense, and asked me and him to solve it by ourselves. Remember your words, don't expose your skills, and protect your vitals, and finally you have enough time without any danger."
Qiao Wen frowned, looked him up and down, and asked, "You're covered in blood, are you seriously injured?"
Chen Jianan shook his head, touched his face, grinned his teeth in pain, and pulled out a piece of armor from his chest: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'm wearing this, it's basically nosebleeds, it looks serious, but it's actually a skin trauma .Didn’t you say that I was injured a little, so I deliberately made it more realistic, Lord Bao and the others thought I was seriously injured. In fact, this injury will be fine after two days of recuperation.”
Seeing the armor in his hand, Qiao Wen was relieved, but he couldn't laugh or cry. He nodded and said, "Then stay at home for the next two days, and let Lord Bao and the others think you were lucky enough to come back with your life. Really badly hurt,"
Chen Jianan said with a smile: "Thanks to your anticipation this time, I was fully prepared. That bastard really came after my life. Xiao Qiao, I didn't know before that you are so smart."
Qiao Wen said: "How clever is this? Master Bao's style of acting can be guessed after thinking about it."
Chen Jianan said: "Then I didn't expect that."
"You're a fool."
Chen Jianan wasn't angry, but instead smirked: "You've been good at homework since you were a child, so you must be smarter than me."
Because the Hexing Society has so many eyes and ears, Chen Jianan lay in the Uncle Hua Medical Center until dark before returning home. In order to look realistically injured, Hao Zai had to carry it back. A seventeen-year-old boy, carrying a big man on his back, was exhausted.
Afraid that his father would be worried, he didn't go home, and went directly to Qiao Wen's downstairs. Grandma Qiao saw how he was injured, and knew that he was fine, so she didn't ask any further questions. She just boiled a pot of soup, and each of the two children got a bowl.
The old man went to bed early, and just after nine o'clock, the grandmother went back to the inner room to rest, leaving the two brothers sitting outside on the small sofa after eating their stomachs full of soup.
There was electricity tonight, and Qiao Wen continued to read the newspapers he hadn't finished during the day by the dim light.
Although Chen Jianan was injured from head to toe, and looked like a normal person, he still couldn't sit still, swaying back and forth with a weak body, stretched his neck for a while, and leaned towards Qiao Wen's newspaper without seriously reading it. Just messing around.
Qiao Wen had to put down the newspaper to talk to him: "Brother Nan, you are injured, why don't you go to bed early?"
Chen Jianan: "I'm not a grandma, how can I sleep so early?"
Qiao Wen said, "Then what do you want to do?"
Chen Jianan stretched his two red, swollen and scarred legs onto Qiao Wen's: "Little Qiao, are you looking for a job
Qiao Wen said: "I have graduated for two months, so I must be looking for something to do."
Chen Jianan said: "I told you that in those companies and foreign firms, foreigners look down on us Chinese, and they will be squeezed when they go there. How can you stand the torment with your body like this."
Originally, Qiao Wen also planned to find a job first, but after looking at the market, it is not difficult for him to find an office clerical job with his status as a fifth grader, but it only costs a thousand yuan a month at most, and even the rent is decent. There are not enough apartments. So he quickly dismissed the idea of looking for a job. Now the Hong Kong city's economy is taking off, and the real estate stock market is full of gold. In the next ten years, this city has created countless myths of getting rich and legends of self-made Big bosses abound, Lin Zihui and Chen Jianan in the original book are one of them.
Since he took the lead, he must not miss the opportunity.
He laughed and said, "Grandma is getting old, and I'm eighteen years old. How can I do without making money? Is it possible that when grandma is 70 or 80, she still has to sell dry goods to support me?"
Chen Jianan raised those thick black eyes and said, "I'll support you."
Qiao Wen said: "You are so poor that you are dying, you still support me?"
Chen Jianan said: "Don't bully young people to be poor, I will always make money."
Qiao Wen wanted to laugh, but then he thought that these words were indeed appropriate for him. The original Chen Jianan, after Qiao Wen's death, only four or five years later, he had already become a big shot in Hong Kong—although he was shot to death within two or three years of his prestige.
"Okay, let's go to bed early, you are not sleepy, I am sleepy."
Chen Jianan giggled and climbed onto the bed after him, grinning his teeth in pain and gasping for air when he touched the wound on his body because the movements were too heavy.
Qiao Wen gave him most of the bed space: "Be honest, although it's all skin trauma, it's enough for you."
Chen Jianan chuckled nonchalantly, and lay down carefully: "Xiao Qiao, today is really thanks to you, otherwise this matter will definitely not be over."
"It's fine when it's over. Remember, no matter what happens in the future, don't promise others to do such outrageous things."
"Hey, I got it. Didn't I feel anxious when I saw you lying on the hospital bed?" He closed his eyes, muttered something, and after a while, he let out a deep breathing sound, and he fell asleep.
Qiao Wen admired his open-minded character very much.
He silently listened to the breathing in his ears, and suddenly he was very surprised, because he realized that he had only been in this world for a day, but no matter whether it was the environment here or the young man beside him, he was so used to it that he knew him well. for many years.