Ji Zhun stood on the corridor of the hospital holding his mobile phone. Tan Le squatted beside him, spreading his homework on the chair and writing seriously.
The uncle who was some distance away from them had a bruised and swollen face. There were several bandages wrapped around his head, and he was currently playing Landlords on his mobile phone with his legs crossed as if nothing had happened.
The sound of footsteps hurriedly came from a distance. Ji Zhun heard the sound and looked around. After seeing Tan Jingyang, he breathed a sigh of relief and went up to meet him.
"coming?"
Tan Jingyang rushed all the way too fast, and his body was still heaving violently at the moment. He put his arm around Ji Zhun's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Are you all right?"
Ji Zhun smiled: "It's okay."
Just as Tan Jingyang was about to nod, his eyes suddenly found the red mark on Ji Zhun's neck. This was left when I was pinched by the man with glasses today.
His eyes suddenly darkened. Immediately afterwards, it was infected with a layer of violence that made even Ji Zhun feel unfamiliar.
Tan Jingyang moved the hand on Ji Zhun's shoulder towards the red mark with some hesitation. Ji Zhun's neck was always sensitive. When the other party touched his neck, he hurriedly avoided it, feeling that the hair on the back of the collar would stand on end Woke up.
He pulled up the collar, bent his lips indifferently and said, "Don't worry, I didn't suffer a lot. Xiao Le is fine."
"Brother--" Tan Le walked to Tan Jingyang, and Tan Jingyang rubbed his head.
Tan Le: "Thanks to Brother Zhun today, he is so awesome!"
Tan Le's words are definitely from the heart. Today, Ji Zhun's set of soul-hunting legs successfully left an indelible image in his young mind.
"Nephew!" When my uncle looked up and saw Tan Jingyang, he quickly patted his butt and stood up, "Nephew, nephew, you are here!"
Tan Jingyang's eyes turned cold again. He pulled Jizhun aside, and then walked towards the uncle.
"How are you?" Tan Jinyang frowned, clearly feeling angry when he said this.
When the uncle heard that he was wronged on the spot, he stomped his feet in incompetence and furiously: "Oh, those bastards are not human! Entering the house without saying a word, they just smashed it indiscriminately, and they can't be stopped!"
Tan Jing Yanghu asked: "Didn't you repay part of the money last time? Why are you making trouble again?"
"How the hell would I know!" The uncle shouted, hugging his bandaged head, "Then they are all fucking beasts! Can you trust what beasts say?! No way!"
He suddenly straightened up again, put his face close to Tan Jingyang and said nervously: "Nephew, have you already paid your wages? Call me now, and you can relieve your urgent need!" As he said, he wanted to put his hand into Tan Jingyang's chest Flipping through the bank card in his pocket.
Tan Jingyang dodged, silently stepped back, and remained silent.
Seeing that Tan Jingyang remained silent for a long time, my uncle couldn't help but raised his head and looked at him doubtfully again. When he met the other person's eyes, he suddenly felt a biting chill.
"Are you asking them to borrow money again?"
Tan Jingyang's gloomy voice was like a sharp knife used to pick bones. Jizhun had never heard him speak in such a tone before.
The atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.
"Huh?" He narrowed his eyes, stared at his uncle and asked again.
The uncle wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he didn't dare to make a sound.
The other party's evasive eyes confirmed Tan Jingyang's guess. He lowered his head and was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed lowly.
The next second, Tan Jingyang tightened his grip on his uncle's wrist, and strode outside the hospital as if he was carrying a little chicken.
"Hey, Tan Jingyang, what are you doing? We have something to say!" The uncle was pulled and had no power to resist, so he could only scream at the top of his voice.
"Brother Zhun..." Tan Le was also frightened by Tan Jingyang's appearance, and his face turned pale.
"Tan Le, do your homework well." Ji Zhun patted Tan Le on the back and pushed him gently towards the bench.
His eyes followed the figures of Tan Jingyang and his uncle, and he whispered to Tan Le: "Brother Zhun is here, don't be afraid."
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The uncle was thrown out hard by Tan Jingyang and almost hit the trunk of a tree.
"Tan Jingyang, are you crazy?!" He pointed at his nose and shouted, "See clearly, I am your uncle! Are you going to fucking beat me?!"
Tan Jingyang gritted his teeth and smiled: "You still know that you are my biological uncle? When my mother was alive, you sucked her blood. When my mother died, you sucked my blood instead... Yuan Chengwen, you have no fucking bones. leech!"
"Asshole!"
Yuan Chengwen punched Tan Jingyang in the face, jumped three feet high, and yelled: "Tan Jingyang, do you still have a fucking conscience?! You and Tan Le live in my house and eat my rice every day!" What happened to your broken money?!"
The corners of Tan Jingyang's mouth were broken, and his mouth was filled with a strong smell of blood. He spit out blood and stared at Yuan Chengwen, his eyes so sharp in the dark night.
"I have already paid the rent on a monthly basis and paid double the living expenses every time. What else do you want?" He wiped the bloody corner of his mouth with his sleeve and said word by word, "I have paid off the debts for you over the years. Quite a few, your benevolence has long since been exhausted. From now on, whether you are beaten to death by debt collectors or whether you change your ways and return to righteousness, it has nothing to do with me and Tan Le!"
"Don't even think about it!" Yuan Chengwen was also furious and shouted hysterically, "I will drag you to be my backer even if I go to hell -!!"
Tan Jingyang grabbed Yuan Chengwen's collar and pulled him in front of him. He put his nose to nose and smiled with red eyes: "Okay, then let's go to hell together, uncle."
"Tan Jingyang!" Jizhun grabbed Tan Jingyang's arm in time, shook his head slowly at him, and said softly, "Brother Yang, calm down first."
This sentence, brother Yang, brought Tan Jingyang's lost rationality back to his consciousness.
Seeing this, Yuan Chengwen hurriedly opened Tan Jingyang's hand, breathing heavily. In the last second, he even felt that Tan Jingyang was about to strangle himself to death.
To be honest, Ji Zhun Shicai was also surprised by Tan Jingyang's appearance. In his memory, even if he took off the gentle and gentle disguise in front of people, he can be said to be lazy and ruffian at best, not the ruthless and violent look just now.
"Jizun, give me a cigarette." Tan Jingyang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Ji Zhun nodded, and took out a cigarette from his pocket to Tan Jingyang. Tan Jingyang took it and held it in his mouth, but he didn't wipe the fire several times in a row.
"Fuck..."
"Smoke mine." Ji Zhun handed the cigarette in his mouth to Tan Jingyang, lit another one, and stood with the other person under the tree without saying a word and smoked several more.
The uncle not far away was also leaning on the trash can and smoking bitterly.
It wasn't until Jizhun saw that Tan Jingyang's hand holding the cigarette was no longer shaking so much that he asked, "How does the house look?"
Tan Jingyang squatted on the ground, buried his head and shook his head.
Ji Zhun also leaned over and squatted beside him, sighing softly.
"In comparison, the last one is quite suitable. It's just the environment..." Tan Jing flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and the scene of the old man and the woman in the massage parlor quarreling again appeared in front of his eyes.
"But I can't control so much anymore." He smiled wryly, "Xiao Le and I must move out as soon as possible."
Ji Zhun nodded and asked, "What should we do today?" He paused and said, "Why don't you go to my house first? I have a guest room, so you and Xiao Le can have a good rest..."
"Let's open a hotel first." Tan Jingyang put out the cigarette butt and held it in his hand, "It's not good to disturb your family at such a late hour."
"Okay." Jizhun exhaled the last puff of cigarette, "Then I won't go back tonight, so as not to be talked about by Sister Jiao again."
Tan Jingyang raised his head and looked at Jizhun: "Where do you live?"
Ji Zhun laughed a little: "Nonsense, of course I live with you. The room fee is AA."
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At one o'clock in the morning, Ji Zhun took Tan Jingyang and Tan Le to a fast hotel near the school by taxi. Yuan Chengwen returned to his home, and the two sides didn't say a word in the end.
As soon as Tan Le entered the hotel room, he climbed onto the bed and fell asleep. Tan Jingyang knew that Tan Le had been frightened one after another today, so he didn't have the heart to ask him to get up and take a bath.
Brigadier Ji turned off the headlights, leaving only the desk lamp on. Tan Jingyang pulled the quilt over Tan Le and covered him up. He turned around and whispered to Jizhun, "You go take a shower first."
"It's okay." Ji Zhun used the charger to charge his phone, "You go ahead and I'll play with my phone for a while."
Tan Jingyang was silent for a while, and asked, "Are you sleepy now?"
Ji Zhun shrugged: "It's okay, not too sleepy."
"Shall we go downstairs for a drink?"
Ji Zhun smiled, stood up and raised his chin towards the door: "Let's go."
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The two walked through a small street, and finally found a small open-air dirty skewer stall next to a public toilet. Although the environment is a bit poor, the taste of the small skewers is still quite good.
Ji Zhun ordered a handful of beef, a handful of mutton, two servings of fried instant noodles and a plate of fried clams, but he ate almost all of them by himself.
That night, he drank two or three taels of white wine with Tan Jingyang, and Tan Jingyang drank half a catty by himself.
Ji Zhun can drink beer, but white wine is almost boring. Now he only feels his stomach is burning badly, so he hastily ordered a bottle of iced Coke and drank it down fiercely.
"You can't drink enough, Brother Zhun." Tan Jingyang's eyes were still a little red, and after drinking, they were still covered with a thin layer of drunkenness.
Ji Zhun twitched his lips: "Yes, Brother Yang is so good, your liver is good!"
"The kidneys are fine too."
Ji Zhun: "???" What is he talking about?
"Heh." Tan Jingyang smiled to himself, and took another sip while holding the wine glass.
Seeing his rolling Adam's apple, Ji Zhun couldn't help persuading him, "You...you're almost ready, aren't you?"
If he continues to drink like this, he doesn't care, the key is whether he, monitor Tan, will be in class tomorrow?
"Ji Zhun." Tan Jingyang called out suddenly, turned to look at him and said, "Actually, I really hate myself."
Ji Zhun pursed his lips without saying a word, and reached out for a roast beef kebab.
"I have worked hard to live the way I want to be in front of others. But here..." Tan Jingyang poked his chest with his hand and said in a drunken voice, "In fact, the darkest and most ugly soul lives there."
"Not brother." Ji Zhun couldn't help frowning and interrupted.
"Listen to me first." Tan Jingyang emphasized his tone, "... When my mother was still alive, she actually loved my brother-in-law the most. She also said that although my brother-in-law was confused, he actually had a good heart... But as for me, I once Wanted him dead more than once."
Tan Jingyang looked at Jizhun with dark eyes: "Just now, I even wanted to kill him with my own hands... This is the real Tan Jingyang, the others are all fucking acting, playing the life I long for... Do you understand?"
Ji Zhun's eyes darkened, and he didn't put the skewer in his mouth for a long time.
He really wanted to say something to comfort the other party, but he felt that it might be better for Tan Jingyang to confide these things through alcohol.
"So Jizhun, I really envy you." Tan Jingyang pointed to the position of Jizhun's heart, "Your place is very clean, cleaner than those people I know..."
"Heh." Ji Zhun lowered his head and smiled, "I don't even know."
After that, Tan Jingyang became completely drunk.
When Ji Zhun took him back to the door of the room, he was sweating all over his body.
"Tan Jingyang, stand still, I'm opening the door here."
Ji Zhun just straightened up the tall and swaying figure and was about to take out the room key. As a result, the other party leaned forward and pressed directly on Ji Zhun's back, with his face right between his neck and shoulders.
Tan Jingyang's breath was full of alcohol, and the spray on Ji Zhun's skin was hot.
Ji Zhun cursed secretly, "Fuck me", and felt his whole body froze, numb all the way from his back.
"Wine... small wine..."
"Tan Jingyang, you're just a drunk stick!"
Ji Zhun inserted the room card while scolding, and he had to guard against Tan Jingyang's fall with one hand.
"Tick."
The door of the room opened, and Ji Zhun was afraid that Tan Jingyang would make a fuss and disturb Tan Le again, so he threw him on another bed.
"No!" Tan Jingyang frowned and complained loudly.
Ji Zhun moved his sore wrist and said angrily: "Nothing is allowed!"
"Don't sing anymore... little dimple..."
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Ji Zhun: "???"
What, what is it?