There are two reasons why Sun Xiang let Zhao Gang go.

First, he was too lazy to make a move on a madman.

The second point is still the same problem, the pit is not big enough, and it can only fit six people.

The head of Sun Da cares about the rules very much, and in his opinion, killing or burying is a very, very bad behavior. If Zhao Gang is killed, then Sun Xiang will have to dig a pit for him himself.

What kind of person is that kind of person? Can you do such a thing?

Let's just go out first, if you are lucky enough to catch Shao Jinyan, you can let him dig a pit, wouldn't it be beautiful.

It was already light outside.

Sun Xiang looked left and right, this is an old factory area, and opposite him is a row of warehouses, on which are written in red paint with a few big characters "No fireworks". In the distance is a sparse wood, where a few early birds chirp merrily.

Master Sun was over, and now he was in a good mood, and he stretched his waist. It's a beautiful morning, but why does it smell burnt?

The warehouse exploded in front of him and turned into a beautiful big fireball!

Sun Xiang maintained a lazy waist posture, and the whole person was stunned, looking as if he was surrendering.

With a whoosh, a black monkey sprang out of the diagonal and grabbed Sun Xiang.

"Let's go!"

The demented Sun Xiang looked back at it, yo, this is a black monkey, isn't this Miss Yu Xiaoyue!

It turned out that when Yu Xiangchen took Sun Xiang away at home to eat some kind of reception, Yu Xiaoyue knew that Yu Xiangchen was not well-intentioned, but Sun Xiang didn't listen to her.

She returned to her room and fidgeted, thinking about it and still not at ease, so she drove to Huaiyue Tower, ready to inquire about the situation.

Unexpectedly, before he got out of the car, he saw Zhao Gang and several people coming out of the back door of Huaiyue Building and putting Sun Xiang into a car.

Yu Xiaoyue thought to herself, it's broken. Although she didn't recognize Zhao Gang and the other horses, she wouldn't be sending Sun Xiang out to sober up.

She called the demon spirit to call the police, and drove away from Zhao Gang's car, until it was close to the factory before stopping. Yu Xiaoyue has something, she followed the car for more than half an hour in the middle of the night, and she was stunned that she was not discovered.

After the operator of the demon spirit recorded Yu Xiaoyue's name and license plate, there was no follow-up, and Miss Yu was anxious outside the factory. It's been half an hour since the man was brought in, and God knows what's going on inside. She slipped outside the factory to investigate, but the doors and windows were all sealed, and she could only vaguely hear someone talking.

In desperation, Yu Xiaoyue decided to take a risk. She saw the warning that fireworks were strictly prohibited on the opposite side, and when she checked, there were indeed dozens of barrels of oil piled up in the warehouse.

Miss Yu had a plan, she ran back to the car, lit her scarf with a cigarette lighter, then threw the scarf on the oil drum, turned around and ran, far away in a dirt ditch.

Yu Xiaoyue's plan is to fish in troubled waters.

The warehouse exploded so closely, and the people in the factory must come out to find out about the situation. And such a fire will soon attract the attention of the police, so this group of gangsters should stop their criminal actions and transfer.

In that case, Yu Xiaoyue would still have a chance to rescue Sun Xiang while the chaos was in chaos.

It's just that she didn't expect that the power of the explosion was too great, and it smoked her face to black ash. What she didn't expect was that the person who walked out of the factory would be Sun Xiang.

Yu Xiaoyue pulled Sun Xiang to the edge of the woods, and when she saw that no one was chasing her, she stopped panting.

Panting smoothly, Balabala told Sun Xiang about the above experiences, and in the end, aggrieved tears swirled in his eyes.

She is a lovely girl who is not yet twenty years old, and it is not because Sun Xiang is disobedient that she has to go to the Huaiyue Tower. Sure enough, men are not a good thing!

"What about the people who kidnapped you?" Yu Xiaoyue raised her eyebrows at Sun Xiang.

"They rest inside. Sun Xiang snorted and asked, "It's so dangerous, why did you come to save me?"

Yu Xiaoyue scolded loudly: "If you don't save you, watch you die?!" Grandma seems to be very happy when she sees you, I don't want your unknown person to be gone. And ......"

Miss Yu pointed at her fingers and added weakly: "Moreover, Shao Jinyan's matter can be regarded as I dragged you into the water, so in the final analysis, it is my fault, and I have the responsibility to protect you." ”

"Protect me? hahaha!"

When Sun Xiang heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"Hey, are you laughing at me for not being able to do anything?"

"Not really. Sun Xiang stopped laughing and said gently, "Xiaoyue, thank you." It's only the first time I've been protected, and it's kind of amazing. ”

The two talked and walked towards the path outside the woods, where Yu Xiaoyue's car was parked. As a result, when I arrived at the place, I saw that Shao Jinyan's car was also parked there, and several black-clothed bodyguards were circling around.

Young Master Jin Yan held his plaster hand and stood there looking at the burning warehouse in a daze, until Sun Xiang walked in front of him and woke up.

"What about Zhao Gang?"

Sure enough, it was an out-and-out waste, Sun Xiang came over alive, didn't Zhao Gang be killed. Shao Jinyan didn't run away at this time, but actually asked where Zhao Gang was.

Sun Xiang was in a dilemma, he wanted to slaughter this scum immediately, and he was worried that Yu Xiaoyue was not used to the bloody scene.

"Zhao Gang..."Sun Xiang replied hesitantly, "His situation is more complicated......

Sun Xiang closed his mouth halfway through speaking, because there was no need to explain.

At this time, on the path, Zhao Gang imitated the insects, and his buttocks arched over one by one.

"Zhao Gang, what nerves do you have?!"

Shao Jinyan scolded and kicked Zhao Gang over.

Zhao Gang rolled on the ground a few times before regaining his balance, raised his head and yelled at Shao Jinyan fiercely: "Get out! Lao Tzu is a caterpillar!"

Then he continued to slowly arch to a meadow, munching on the grass.

The caterpillar Zhao Gang inserted strongly and became the protagonist in the visual sense. At this time, whether it was Sun Xiang, Yu Xiaoyue, Shao Jinyan or the group of bodyguards like rice buckets, they had to be reduced to third-rate supporting roles under the obscene power of caterpillars.

Everyone looked at each other, the atmosphere was awkward, and in the end they could only scatter. As for the unresolved grievances, let's talk about them later.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zhou Qingxue hesitated to stand in the very center of the city.

After Sun Xiang drank the medicated wine last night, Zhao Gang carried him away with a few people. Yu Xiangchen called Shao Jinyan and left.

It seemed that the foreman's manager had said something to her, but she didn't listen. For some reason, one sentence echoed in her mind over and over again:

Then sing to those who like to hear you sing.

This was the last thing Mr. Sun said to her, it seemed simple, but it seemed so mysterious that it made her lose her soul.

She walked out of Huaiyue Tower and walked out of this drunken gold fan's happy scene. She walked through neon-lit streets and food streets lined with barbecue stands.

"Zhou Qingxue!"

It seemed that someone recognized her and was screaming, but she didn't hear it, she didn't see it.

At this time, the sky overhead was completely dark, and it was not only the darkness of the night, but also the very low clouds, pressing down on the city of lights, and then gradually rising and covering the sky. But as the moon was rising, there was still a little afterglow of the moonlight in the firmament, and the clouds formed a milky dome in the sky, from which a glimmer of light shimmered.

As a result, the ground is slightly brighter than the sky, and small stones pull out extremely long black shadows. It was a particularly eerie sight, with its low silhouettes, desolate and thin, blurred by the darkness of the sky, and as coloured as dead ashes. All of this is ugly, vile, bleak, meaningless. On both sides of the wide road, there is nothing. A cold north wind blew, making everything around her a sad sight. A few low trees, shaking their dead branches, with an uncanny rage, as if to intimidate someone who was chasing them.

She felt a thrilling sense of desolation, instinctively made her read the deep malice of nature. She turned around, Huaiyue Tower was behind her, and she stepped forward, plunging into the darkness of nothing.

Heaven and earth become pure nothingness, only the infinite trunk in the center of the tree, which turns into a grating separating the skyline. She couldn't see anything, only a thick purple fog rising from the grating.

There is not a single wisp around the body, the road ahead is covered with thorns, and there is no echo of desperate cries.

I don't know how long I struggled in pain, but a little firefly rose, like a soul flying in the sky. At the end of the woods, the sun rose, and the sun stung her eyes. She blinked and saw a busy construction site.

Construction sites start early in the morning because the midday sun is too hot to work. The workers who had just had breakfast, shirtless, arranged truckloads of muck and truckloads of steel bars in the correct position in an orderly manner.

"One, two, three, up!"

A few workers who approached, shouting the trumpet, struggled to lift a diesel water pump onto the car. They were dressed in thick, rough overalls, stained, and their faces were wet with sweat.

Many people may think that these workers are dirty and rude, but Zhou Qingxue feels very kind at this time. Because her father, who was such a construction worker, many years ago, when she was only a little older, was on the construction site like this, watching his father work. It wasn't until his father died of illness that he had to go into the city, hoping to find his future.

Now, she finally understands what kind of person will really like to hear her sing.

Zhou Qingxue greeted the morning and sang loudly. Her songs, without words, only beautiful melodies. It's a kind of humming, perhaps the purest form of music.

The sound of heaven wafted through the entire construction site, and some of the construction workers occasionally glanced up at Zhou Qingxue, and then lowered their heads and continued to work.

But there were hundreds of people, no one shouted trumpets, no one talked to each other, everyone was silent. The workers don't stop what they're doing because of the singing, but that doesn't mean they're not listening.

After Zhou Qingxue finished singing, there was some applause scattered and scattered. Zhao Youguang, this is a foreman who is close to him, about fifty years old. He stuck the shovel in the soil, held the shovel in his hand, and laughed, "Girl, sing one more." ”

This girl is beautiful and sweet, but her whole body is dirty, and she can't see what she originally looked like. But how can any worker care about this, if the sleeves of the whole body are really spotless, the workers will not talk to you.

Several workers around him also coaxed: "Sing one more!"

Zhou Qingxue smiled, she said, "Yes, but can you take care of my meal, I'm dying of hunger!"

Zhao Xiaoguang laughed: "We don't have anything here, it's just that we have enough food." San'er!" he shouted back, "A set of steamed bun porridge!"