Chen Canaan went out early in the morning to pee and never came back, Qiao Wen thought he went back upstairs and didn't care too much. When Granny made breakfast, he sat on the sofa with congee and was about to eat, when someone poked his head in through the hidden door.
Qiao Wen looked up and saw that his cheeks were red, his forehead was sweating, and a few strands of hair were plastered to the corners of his forehead due to the sweat, so he casually asked, "Brother Nan, you went to fight? Why didn't you call me?"
Chen Canaan met his gaze and immediately acted as if he had done something bad, his two eyes dodging left and right sheepishly as he mumbled, "I saw that you were still awake, so I went by myself."
Qiao Wen didn't notice his difference for a moment and nodded his head, "It's really quite sleepy for a short while, there's porridge in the pot, serve yourself."
Chen Canaan gave a hmmm and stood still for a while until Qiao Wen looked up strangely over, only then did he move to the balcony to serve the congee in a very wriggly position shaking his head in general.
Back inside the house, originally he was subconsciously like before, and the sofa Qiao Wen side by side sitting together, just walked to the front of the sofa, suddenly remembered what like, and holding the bowl, quickly around to the coffee table outside, casually pull a small zipper, and the sofa across a few pairs of people sitting.
Jovian gave him a strange look, not really caring, but only inadvertently glancing at his reddened cheeks, the right one in particular, with a slight swelling, obviously not simply due to exercise.
"Nan, what happened to your face? Did your dad hit you again? That's not right, wasn't Uncle Chen not at home, so who hit you?" He narrowed his eyes slightly and subconsciously reached across the coffee table and pinched the side of the other's face to ask.
Does anyone still dare to smoke Pretty Boy South these days?
Said pinch, really just gently touched, but Chen Canaan was like electrocuted, hissed and retreated half a foot away, "No ...... no, just practiced boxing accidentally to get."
Qiao Wen thought he had hurt him and smiled as he withdrew his hand, "You can still punch yourself in the face when practicing boxing?"
"Just ...... not careful." Chen Canaan lifted his eyes to sneak a look at him, and when he looked towards himself, he immediately lowered his eyes in desire, a very sneaky look.
Although Qiaowen could not even dream of guessing that his perversity was actually due to the fact that after a night of having such-and-such a wet dream with himself, he ran up to the rooftop again, looked at the airplanes that rumbled by, and thought about last night's charming dream, and jerked off in a proper way.
But by this point, no matter how much of an afterthought it was, he also sensed that something was wrong with this guy.
Qiao Wen furrowed his brows and looked at him with good humor, "Nan, did something happen? Is there something you're hiding from me?"
Chen Canaan immediately shook his head like a rattle drum: "No no no."
"Then why are you weird?"
Chen Canaan thumped, thinking that it was so obvious? Thinking that Qiao Wen originally knew him better than ever, and now he was even better than before, thinking about this, he hurriedly straightened himself up, revealed a big bright smile, and pretended to be relaxed, "What can I hide from you? You don't think nonsense."
Qiao Wen didn't think wildly, just looked at him suspiciously, saw him burying his head and huffing and puffing and drinking congee, his appetite was very good, thought that even if something was wrong, it wasn't a big deal.
When a child is older, there is more or less something on his mind that he doesn't want to tell, so he didn't ask any more questions.
After eating, Qiao Wen looked at the wall clock, it was almost time to leave for the factory. He changed his clothes and took his briefcase, and when he saw holding the motorcycle keys to send him off, he hurriedly said, "Brother Nan, it's easy to take the tram, there's no need to send me off."
Since Vietnam back, he was determined not to let Lin Zihui pick up and drop off, on the one hand, he is the secretary of the other is the boss, in the sense of reasoning can not be, on the other hand, is now this era there is no mobile phone, is really not very convenient.
Chen Canaan held up the car keys and said, "I have a motorcycle now, isn't it faster than taking electricity? It's fine, from now on, as long as there's no emergency, I'll transport you to and from work."
"I thank you more, Brother Nan!" Qiao Wen was touched by his enthusiasm, but he also cried and laughed, "I'll be nineteen years old by the end of the year, and I'm not a child, so it's not reasonable to let you pick me up and drop me off every day. Although it is not far to the factory, but also more than an hour to go back and forth. Your good intentions I appreciate, but really do not need."
Young people feel that time is long, Chen Canaan does not think that more than an hour is a big deal, wrinkled up his eyebrows and still want to insist, was Qiao Wen pushed his hands on his chest to stop: "Okay, my brother Nan, please, you should do what you do."
Seeing the other party's attitude is resolute, he was reluctant to agree, but still sent people to Tang downstairs, watched the thin and thin figure, disappeared in the corner of the narrow alley, before reluctantly and sadly slowly up the stairs.
The reluctance to part was self-evident, and the sadness was due to the sudden realization that he was a pervert just like Qin Yunfei, and the object of the perversion was still Qiao Wen.
If it was anyone else who had such dirty thoughts about Qiao Wen, he could punch the person until they returned to the west without hesitation. However, if he were to change into himself, he could neither really bully Qiao Wen nor beat himself to death, but could only silently slap himself twice, curse an animal, and then fall into a sadness of not knowing what to do.
Qiao Wen didn't realize that nineteen year old Chen Canaan had already categorized himself as a pervert in the ranks of Qin Yunfei because his love affair had started in the wrong place. But as he was about to walk out of the city fortress, he met the Qin pervert whom he had not seen for almost three months.
It wasn't accurate to say that he encountered it, he was originally walking on the main road out of the city fortress without any distractions, when he suddenly heard the sound of a child crying coming from the side, so he subconsciously stopped and followed the sound towards the narrow alley next to him.
Turns out it was a couple of kids fighting.
Few of the children in the slums can be subjected to normal discipline, most of them are wild, and a child like the original Xiao Qiao is definitely an anomaly among anomalies, and thus fights and brawls among small children are commonplace here.
The underdog has to start with the baby.
At the moment the dirty alley, a total of five or six children, said the fight, rather than five children in the bullying one. The child who was beaten squatting in the corner and crying his heart out, thin and small one, but the appearance of seven or eight years old, all dirty to be comparable to street children. But from a distance, you can still see that this is a very beautiful child, if it is not the way boys bully girls will rarely be such a few people together in a group beating, Qiao Wen can not be sure that the beaten is a little boy.
He frowned, thinking he'd better go up and put a stop to it.
Although he is a wind-blown body bones, but a few small children is not enough to fear, not to mention that he is now stained with the light of the beautiful son of the South, walking in the walled city, but also no one knows, and no one has the courage of the dog to be unsuspecting of him.
However, just as he was about to walk in, he suddenly realized that there was a man leaning against the corner. Because the man was dressed in gray, like a chameleon, and almost blended with the wall next to him, coupled with his back facing the outside, caused him not to notice it at first.
The man's half-length hair was tied back behind his head, and he was lean, leaning on a cane in his left hand.
He wasn't familiar with Qin Yunfei, but he still recognized the person by virtue of that back. Although this person seemed to be born with a bit of evil, Qiao Wen didn't think that he would do something like bullying a small child, and thought that he was just watching the fun.
Since this evil thing is here, it's not a good idea to go up and meddle in it yourself.
He was about to leave when Qin Yunfei suddenly snapped, "Stop!"
A few small children immediately stopped, as if this only realized that there was someone behind them, turned around and saw that it was Qin Yunfei, immediately scared and trembling, "Fei ...... Fei brother!"
Qin Yunfei waved his hand and said in a cold voice, "All of you, get the hell out of here!"
A few wild children obediently rolled away from the alley, only the bullied child still sat in the corner, crying and looking very pitiful.
Qin Yunfei walked up on his crutches and spoke without emotion, "Why did they beat you?"
The boy looked up, restrained his bawling a little, and returned with a huff, "They say I look like a girl."
Qin Yunfei kindly laughed, "I think they're right, girls are the ones who like to cry."
The boy's sobbing did manage to contain itself for a few moments.
Qin Yunfei: "Is it useful to cry at being bullied?"
The boy huffed and shook his head, whispering, "There's too many of them for me to fight."
Qin Yunfei: "That's because you're useless, just work hard to become stronger and one day you'll beat them."
"Yes?" The boy held his head high and looked at him with red confused eyes.
Qin Yunfei didn't say another word, just took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it to the small child, then turned around indifferently and walked out towards the outside.
It was too late for Qiaowen to avoid it, so he simply greeted him frankly and proactively, "Brother Fei--"
Qin Yunfei slightly froze, then pulled the corners of his mouth expressionlessly, walking step by step in front of him, an androgynous face, originally cold as if a layer of crushed ice floated up, as if he wanted to strangle this person in front of him, but suddenly hooked his lips as if he had thought of something: "Wen, is it because you think that because Fei brother is limping with a leg, you can't do anything to you? "
Qiao Wen said, "I know Brother Fei wouldn't bully a defenseless person like me for no reason?"
Qin Yunfei unimpressed snorted, meaningless up and down a glance at him, added: "I earlier still can't figure out how you are so dead set on following pretty boy Nan, it turns out that he is really a little bit capable, and now he is the most glamorous red stick of our Hexing Society." Said, came to his ear, wistfully whispered, "You sleep in the same bed all day long, I think he must have fucked you very good, right?"
Qiao Wen was neither annoyed nor angry, completely an unmoved look, only waves of faint voice back: "Nan is not the kind of person you think, he and I are not the kind of relationship you said."
"Is that so?" Qin Yunfei took two steps back and smiled openly like a sneer, "Are you so sure that Chen Canaan and I aren't the same?"
Jovian replaced his answer with silence.
"What? You still think he can really become some great hero?" Qin Yunfei laughed even more, leaning on his cane as he slowly walked away while not looking back, "After getting on this boat of ours and walking this road of ours, that's the shoreless boat of no return,. Now he just fights and brawls, later will kill and set fire to. Now he just collects debts, later he will sell powder. In less than two years, Pretty Boy Nan will be no different from me."
When he said this, he suddenly turned around again and looked at Qiao Wen from a distance of several meters with a smirk, "Wen! I'm waiting to see how you'll cry later."
Jovian met his gaze expressionlessly and didn't answer.
It wasn't until the other man had turned and walked some distance away again that he spoke without delay, "It won't."
Because he would never let Chen Canaan become like him.