Longhua Park, the public toilet in the southwest corner, the innermost one is in the lattice.

"Count the movements, you must count ~ I'll go! It's painful for me, you work so hard, do you want to kill me all at once? First of all, one such male voice rang out.

Then, another male voice came out of the same grid:

"Don't talk nonsense! Lie down where you don't move, and after you endure it, it'll be over immediately. ”

It is extremely coincidental that at this time, a certain Sanhe god with a cigarette in his mouth walked into this toilet with free and easy steps, intending to release the inventory in his body.

Then these two sentences naturally fell into his ears word for word.

Suddenly, after hearing these strange contents, the great god immediately made up a vivid but extremely disgusting picture in his mind.

Instinctively, such a terrifying scene made him even tremble in the chrysanthemum.

He gave up on his plans in an instant, ran out in a panic, and vowed never to defecate in this dangerous toilet again for the rest of his life.

And when he ran away, he noticed that the crotch was wet, and it seemed that he didn't need to look for a toilet again......

In fact, in fact, it is not at all that this god who is busy changing his pants is so unbearable as he imagined in his mind.

At this moment, Song Yong and Stick, who were hiding in the toilet and making these sounds, were just holding each other's disinfected iodophor potion, Yunnan Baiyao to stop bleeding, and gauze to bandage each other's wounds.

Not long ago, after a long walk in the dark alley, the two of them finally got rid of those troubles.

Then, after looking at the wounds on the two of them that were still bleeding.

Song Yong opened his mouth and asked, "Let's go, go find a small clinic to bandage it?"

"Don't make trouble for yourself! This injury also looks scary, just go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine to deal with." The stick replied very calmly.

Obviously, this thing is also a man with a story.

For this kind of skin trauma management, it is a wealth of personal experience.

Compared with the injuries he suffered some time ago and in the Broken Tooth Tribe, and then the deaths and injuries of hundreds of people, Song Yong also didn't care so much about the small injuries on his body.

He made this statement more for the purpose of taking care of the stick.

So, the stick first took him on his walk, and after ten minutes or so, the two of them arrived at the door of a small pharmacy that was open twenty-four hours a day.

From the luggage he was carrying, the stick took out a T-shirt and put it on his body.

Then he asked Song Yong by the way: "Do you want one?"

"Of course, I'll give it back to you when I'm clean. Song Yong replied after glancing at the bloodstained and tattered T-shirt.

After hearing this, after rummaging in his backpack for a while, he found a short-sleeved shirt that should be relatively clean and handed it over.

Then, I walked towards a small pharmacy.

It's just that when Song Yong was changing clothes, he could still smell a strong smell of sweat.

Song Yong didn't feel strange at all about sticks, carrying all his belongings on his body at any time, and his clothes had not been washed for some days.

In the small alleys around Sanhe, there are indeed many luggage storage shops that can be stored for a day for one or two yuan.

However, sometimes one or two dollars may not be able to be taken out by the gods.

In the same way, when the stick walked out a few steps, he walked back again with a helpless face, and without the stick to speak, Song Yong knew why the other party was like this.

He took a hundred dollars out of his trouser pocket and handed it to the stick.

Then the stick continued to the small pharmacy, and when he came out a few minutes later, he had two more bags in his hand, as well as a handful of change and a small receipt for the computer.

handed one of them to Song Yong.

After taking the handful of change and receipts, Song Yong didn't even look at it, let alone count them, and stuffed them into his trouser pocket.

He can be sure that the stick will not hack him even a dollar.

At least tonight's stick, it's not going to do that kind of thing.

For reasons of not wanting people to see it, the two of them ended up hiding in the park toilet while tending to their wounds.

Then, as they treated each other's wounds, they inevitably made some irrepressible painful sounds.

Naturally, there is also the above misleading scene.

In tonight's broken incident, the wounds on Song Yong and the stick, fortunately, are basically in the chest and back.

The two of them, after first treating and bandaging the wounds on their bodies, covered them with intact clothes.

Then, the two used the faucet in the toilet to clean the blood stains on their bodies.

In this way, as long as they don't make big moves, there is really no way for others to get from the two of them's slightly pale faces and slightly out of shape between actions.

It can be seen that the two of them have actually experienced something like that before.

After walking out of the toilet door, the stick said:

"I'm leaving! I see you're a guy too, so that's all there is to it about the bike-sharing, and if there's anything else I need to help with in the future, just let someone bring me a word." ”

Obviously, after the two experienced a crisis, the stick already regarded Song Yong as a friend.

And for Song Yong, what he thought in his heart was not like this.

He even had an extra thought in his heart: "A man who dares to rush up like this with a switchblade that can face the traffickers should not continue to be paralyzed." ”

"Wait. He called out to the stick that had taken a few steps.

Then, in the puzzled eyes of the stick, Song Yong spoke:

I'll be out at the Amesto store tomorrow, and I'm really too busy to do it, and if I'm a friend, I'll come and help me tomorrow afternoon." ”

"Give money, pay wages, I won't talk about this kind of nonsense, after closing the stall, I will invite you to drink wine and eat meat, how about ensuring that you are delicious?"

After a moment's hesitation, the stick nodded, and said, "Yes, I'll be here on time tomorrow afternoon." ”

After that, he continued on his way.

Looking at his back, Song Yong remembered another thing, and shouted in the back: "If you have Brother Jiang's WeChat, help me tell him and let him come over with him at that time." ”

This time, the stick didn't speak, but looking at the movement of waving his hand, Song Yong knew that this matter was stable......

In the following time, Song Yong walked out of the park again, fried two servings of rice noodles with eggs and shredded meat in a small shop that sold supper, and then bought a bottle of blue water and went back to the simple room.

Originally, with the amount of food he ate, eating a serving of rice noodles could also fill his belly.

However, didn't he just shed a lot of blood after he was injured?

After eating and drinking, Song Yong lay down on the mat and fell asleep.

Little did he know that after he fell asleep, the stick had finally found a place to charge his phone.

After turning on the machine, the stick used WeChat to send a message to the gambling dog Brother Jiang as soon as possible, which was regarded as completing the entrustment of his new friend Song Yong.

As for whether Brother Jiang will help Song Yong after receiving the information, it is not in his consideration.

And a few seconds later, Brother Jiang, who was playing a game online, felt the vibration of his mobile phone, and subconsciously glanced at the new content on his mobile phone.

Then he fell into deep thought.

went to Song Yong's stall to drink wine and eat meat, he naturally went back, but for the sake of his last promise, he was embarrassed to go only after paying for it.

It's just more than fifty yuan in his trouser pocket, which is not enough for three people to serve a few bottles.

For this reason, he glanced nostalgically at the game of eating chicken.

Full of helplessness, he made a phone call: "Brother Wang, do you still need someone to help sort the packages?" I know, it's too late, just give me half a day's salary......