Because of the path, there was not a single pedestrian on the road, only a few street lamps on both sides of the road were dimly lit, and the figure of the girl on the street was elongated under the street lamps until it disappeared.

Holding the slender man, Ning Qiqi walked all the way to an old apartment building at the foot of Yunqi Mountain without blushing or panting, and came to the sixth floor with one hand to hold the man's waist, and with the other hand took out the key from his pocket to open the door.

Seeing the door open, Ning Qiqi helped the man walk in, raised his foot and slammed the door, thought about it and carried him to his room.

After the death of his mother, the family's savings were used up, and the only thing left was this small two-bedroom house, which was an old house with a small area of more than ten years, and now it is dilapidated, the walls and ceilings are water stains, the ground is paved with small tiles, and the overhead lights are also broken, and the only intact energy-saving lamp is Ning Qiqi's own replacement.

Putting the man on the bed, Ning Qiqi looked down at the blood stains on the school uniform, and wanted to cry without tears.

She only has a few clothes that she can wear out of the house, but now she is fine, but she has blood, and she doesn't know if she can wash it clean.

Sighing, Ning Qiqi took off the bloodstained clothes on his body, took a piece of clothing and put it on, turned around and left the bedroom, ran to the opposite side and began to bang on the door: "Uncle Gong, are you there?" ”

"Here we are." The door was opened, and a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties with a chicken coop head walked out, wearing a dirty dress, sleepy-eyed, and looking very sloppy.

Seeing Ning Qiqi, he smiled and reached out and patted the top of her fluffy hair: "Xiao Qi has something to do with Uncle Gong?" ”

"Uncle Gong, you help me save someone, he's injured!" Pulling Gong Mingyong's sleeve, Ning Qiqi smiled flatteringly.

10,000, you can let her eat a lot of meat, and Uncle Gong will save people no matter what today.

"Okay." Gong Mingyong, who thought it was a small injury, readily agreed, went indoors and carried a medical kit out, patted her head, and said with a smile: "Let's go, Uncle Gong will go and see who our Xiaoqi has saved." ”

"Uncle Gong, hurry up, I've shed a lot of blood." Dragging Gong Mingyong to the room, Ning Qiqi pointed to the pale man on the bed, his eyes full of worry.

Smelling the smell of rust wafting in the air, Gong Mingyong stared at the pale features of the man on the bed who did not hide his domineering features, blinked, bent down and began to check.

When he saw the thing pinned to the man's waist, he sighed in his heart, and looked at the little girl standing next to him with an ignorant look, Gong Mingyong raised his slender hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling that his head hurt.

This girl is too bold, save a man with a gun with her, it's too long, right!?

In this part of China, those who can carry guns with them are either high-ranking or vicious.

Now what?

Save, what if it's the bad guys?

If you don't save it, everyone will be brought back, you can't let him die in Xiaoqi's house, right?

Or throw people out?

Thinking of this, Gong Mingyong looked at Ning Qiqi, who was staring at him, and sighed silently.

Yes, let's save it, since Xiao Qi rescued people, he definitely didn't want him to throw people out again.

Now I can only pray that this man is not a vicious person, otherwise Xiaoqi will be in trouble.

Gong Mingyong, who was in a bad mood, stretched out his hand, dragged Ning Qiqi by the collar to the door, and said angrily: "Stinky girl, get out, don't make trouble." With that, he slammed the door shut.

Touching the bridge of his nose, Ning Qiqi grimaced at the closed door, his eyes sank the moment he turned around, he looked back at the closed door, and went out quietly.

Half an hour later, Ning Qiqi came back with a bag, and when he saw that the door was not opened, he thought about it and took out the textbook from his schoolbag and began to preview, and by the way, he finished the unfinished homework.

After taking care of all the wounds on the man's body, Gong Mingyong hung up the drip for him, staring at the man's sleeping handsome face and pondering.

After a long time, he sighed and shook off the neatly stacked thin quilt to cover the man, stuffed the bloodstained gauze clothes into the bag, opened the door and walked out with it in his hand.

In the small and dimly lit living room, in front of the table placed against the wall, a young girl was lying on the table and sleeping profusely, with a half-gnawed chicken leg on her tender white hand on the edge of the table, and the table on the floor was full of fallen books and stationery.

Looking at the girl who was sleeping darkly, the green tendons on Gong Mingyong's forehead began to jump.

He was tired and tired in it to save people and do day labor, this conscienceless little girl gnawed on chicken legs but slept soundly, and she didn't want to think about who he worked hard for and who he was busy with, not to mention leaving the chicken legs for him to eat.

Walking to Ning Qiqi angrily, Gong Mingyong took the chicken leg in her hand, and did not dislike it was gnawed, took a big bite and chewed it, and raised his hand and slapped her on the head: "Wake up." ”

Ning Qiqi, who was dreaming of eating braised pork, was woken up by a slap, rubbed his eyes, looked up and saw Gong Mingyong standing in front of him, stood up and pulled him to sit down, ran to the kitchen and took out a bottle of wine, took out a plate of peanuts and put it on the table: "Uncle Gong, drink." ”

Twisting a peanut and stuffing it into his mouth, Gong Mingyong glanced at the little girl in front of him, and sneered: "A bottle of wine and a few peanuts will send your Uncle Gong away?" ”

"Uncle Gong, I'm wronged, there's still a chicken leg here, I don't want to eat it, so I specially kept it for you!" Hehe laughed twice, Ning Qiqi picked up the remaining chicken leg on the table, his eyes were full of confusion.

I really want to eat, but Uncle Gong helped, so I want to honor him.

Closing his eyes, Ning Qiqi gritted his teeth and stuffed the chicken leg in his hand into his hand, afraid that he couldn't help but snatch the chicken leg back, stretched out his hand and dragged a chair to sit in front of him, and asked with a blank eye: "Dead or not?" ”

raised his hand and gave Ning Qiqi a burst of chest, Gong Mingyong rolled his eyes, who is he, he is a ghost doctor, only the people he doesn't want to save, there are no people he can't save, and the girl looks down on people.

Besides, the man's injuries were not severe, except for two gunshot wounds on the shoulder and lower abdomen, the rest were abrasions, small things.

"Don't worry, your Uncle Gong will go out and ensure that he is alive." Speaking of this, Gong Mingyong paused, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand and touched Ning Qiqi's head: "Xiaoqi, where did you save this person?" ”

Who can carry a gun with him, and I don't know if this incident is a blessing or a curse for Xiaoqi?

Ning Qiqi grabbed his hair and smirked twice: "I picked it up in the garbage heap when I came back from school." ”

Seeing that Gong Mingyong's eyes were full of worry, Ning Qiqi squatted down and took out a pack of cigarettes in his schoolbag, took out one and lit it for him, and comforted: "Uncle Gong, don't worry, no one saw me save him back, and I will let him go as soon as he wakes up." She patted him on the shoulder.

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