"Oops......"

On the wooden bed, under the blanket, a large bug was writhing around. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After a while, the "bug" finally showed its head. Liang Chong opened his eyes, dazed, trying to figure out where his person was.

Suddenly, two large faces smashed into his field of vision.

"You're awake!"

…… Well, those two faces aren't really that big, they're just close. But in any case, it is an indisputable fact that Liang Chong was so frightened that he jumped three feet high.

"You, you, you...... What do you want to do! ”

Liang Chong dragged the quilt to the corner of the bed, staring at Alan and Lange on the side of the bed vigilantly. His hands subconsciously clung to the quilt in front of him, as if it were a shield to protect him.

As a result, this move was mercilessly ridiculed by Allen: "What are you nervous about. We won't let you pick up soap. ”

Liang Chong: ......

Lange next to him couldn't help laughing, and then sighed softly and apologized to Liang Chong. “…… Do you know where you are now? ”

Liang Chong recalled, and then a spirit, looking at Lange and Allen, looked more vigilant.

"Looks like I remembered."

Alan snorted coldly, picked up the feather duster that was sweeping the bed next to him, and poked at Liang Chong, who wanted to shrink himself into a mathematical point: "Hey, hurry up and go back and pack your things, and we'll take you out of here tomorrow." ”

Liang Chong became anxious when he heard this, and shouted that he didn't want to.

Alan hissed a breath of cold air: "Hey, you're pretty good, aren't you?" Don't you want it yet? It doesn't matter if you want it or not! Are you going with us? If you don't leave, we'll knock you unconscious and drag you away. ”

Liang Chong was angry and anxious: "You, you are kidnapping...... I don't do it! ”

Alan picks up a feather duster to beat him.

Lange hurriedly stopped and persuaded Liang Chong: "Liang Chong, we are also for your good." Didn't your father want you to leave Nata too? ”

"Don't mention my dad! Why should I listen to that coward! Liang Chong roared.

Whether it was Lange, who was persuasive, or Allen, who wanted to beat people, they were all stunned.

Liang Chong's chest rose and fell, and he was panting, obviously angry.

Gradually, it seemed that there was moisture condensing in his eyes.

Roy came in at this time.

"Are you alright?" She asked, and then saw Liang Chong take advantage of Allen and Lange's attention to be attracted by her, and wiped his eyes with his sleeve.

"Give us a little more time. I promise to take this bear child on the ferry. ”

Alan snapped his fingers, scrappy. Knuckles crackled.

Liang Chong hugged himself tighter, with a posture of "the head can be broken, the blood can flow, I just won't leave", which is called a person who sees death as home.

Roy pursed his lips and smiled, and walked over to the bed. Helpless and unsure of what to do, Lange gave her a seat.

"Twisted melons are not sweet. Even if I want to take you away, I need your own consent. Roy said to Liang Chong, also for Allen and Lange, "Then let's find out why you don't leave first, okay?" ”

"What a fart! Why should I tell you? Fuck off! After speaking, Liang Chong grabbed the pillow and threw it at Roy.

Roy tilted his head, and the pillow flew past her.

"Hey!"

Lange and Allen spoke in unison. At the same time, the air pressure around the two of them also dropped in unison.

Liang Chong shuddered involuntarily.

"Forget it." Roy laughed and stopped his father's two men. She's not bored enough to argue with adolescent rebellious kids. "Father is studying with the mayor how to smuggle Liang Chong out, let me come over and tell you to clean up. When it's almost time for him, let's go to Uncle Liang Ming's house together. ”

Lange and Alan let out a sigh and rolled up their sleeves together.

Both of them are neatly dressed, and the one who wants to clean up is naturally the guy curled up in the corner.

"What are you doing at my house!" Liang Chong yelled, "I'm not going!" Stay back! Help me! No...... Ahhhh ”

Roy silently turned around, gagged his ears, and left the bedroom.

Don't look at indecent acts. Don't listen to indecent acts. Good, good, good.

Five minutes later, Liang Chong, who had been forcibly dragged out of bed and dressed up, reluctantly walked towards his home.

Lange was to his left, Alan was to his right, his father and the mayor were talking quietly as they walked in the front, and Roy followed at the end, his feather duster in his hand. Liang Chong's idea of escape was ruthlessly stifled in the embryonic stage.

Thanks once again to the petite size of the town's above-ground buildings, the group arrived at his doorstep before Liang Chong could come up with something more effective.

Ellie had learned the news through the communicator and was standing outside the door waiting for them.

"How's the old smoking gun?" Father asked.

Elle wanted to say something, but glanced at Liang Chong, who was slumped, but just shook her head and motioned for her father to go in and take a look.

The old cigarette gun was still lying on the same bed.

While her father was away, Elle changed the sheets and bedding for the old smoking gun. Only then did Elle realize that the bedding of the old smoking gun was not really dirty, but had become very old because of years of use. The dirt on it has actually been cleaned as much as possible, but it is inevitably stained in a very dirty color.

The change of sheets and duvet covers is about the same. In the only intact closet in this house, all kinds of changes of clothes with old smoking guns are neatly stacked, clean and refreshing. In the upper compartment of the closet, his smoking gun and tobacco are neatly arranged.

In just a few hours, the old smoker coughed up blood three times. It is absolutely impossible for him to wash it himself.

Hearing the footsteps, the old smoker groaned weakly, and slowly pulled his left arm under him, trying to prop himself up.

The father walked briskly, grabbed the old cigarette gun before he threw himself out of bed, and touched his forehead, which burned terribly.

Her father asked Ellie, "What about the fever reducer?" Have you eaten it? ”

Ellie nodded silently. They had brought a lot of good medicine with them this time, but they couldn't even relieve the old smoker of the pain.

“…… Gauze...... Luo Xiu ......"

The thin old friend in his arms was moaning.

My father's nose was sour, and he answered softly.

The old smoker struggled to open his eyes, and his eyeballs were cloudy. After a long, long time, he closed his eyes again. “…… Stinky Boy...... Again, what's the trouble......"

Liang Chong's head was buried deep in his arms, and he didn't say a word. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails embedded in his palms.

Alan couldn't look at it, and angrily slapped Liang Chong on the back of the head: "Your dad asked you!" Deaf! ”

Liang Chong took a step forward, stabilized his body, still lowered his head, and did not say a word.

Unable to find an answer from his son, the old cigarette gun struggled to raise his hand and grab his father's shirt. "You...... Tell me ......"

The father paused and said, "Liang Chong destroyed the air manufacturing plant. ”

Liang Cheng raised his head suddenly and shouted excitedly, "I didn't! (To be continued.) )