Chapter 226, the silver spatula

Lu Pingchuan's footsteps stopped involuntarily, and the hazy light under the bridge in front of him was like a flame in his heart, tempting the moth that represented reason and self-control in his mind. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info Situ Nan looked at his appearance, knowing that his buddy was timid again, and just wanted to raise his hand to say hello to him, but he didn't think that someone would take the lead - a tall man walked briskly from across the road and rushed directly to Xia Yan.

"A bowl of small wontons is 6 yuan, an egg cake is 3 yuan, the ingredients are calculated separately, and the soy milk is ......" Xia Yan was still busy with the pots and pans in front of her with a headscarf, and when she saw someone stopping, she didn't bother to look up and conveniently quoted a string of prices. But the man in front of her just stared at her and didn't speak, Xia Yan seemed to notice something wrong, but when she looked up, she was stunned, "...... What are you doing here? ā€

"Are you really here......" The tall man in front of him had an incredible expression on his face, as if he was distressed, gritted his teeth and said to Xia Yan, "Brother Xu in the team said that they had seen you set up a stall here, I didn't believe it yet, I didn't expect it to be true...... How did you say you ended up like this? You've done it all...... Why don't you come and tell me? ā€

"What do I tell you? Do you wish you a happy and happy child? Or will it be on the altar as soon as possible to gain fame and fortune? As the man spoke, he tried to reach out and grab Xia Yan's arm, Xia Yan carried a spatula and backhanded a fly swatter, "It's good to practice the stall, I don't feel that I have fallen into any situation, please take away the aura of the Holy Father, don't delay me to greet guests." ā€

"It was like this before, and it's still like this now, why don't you want to listen to me?" The expression on the man's face looked even more anxious and anxious, "Things are not what you think, I have nothing to do with her!" To this day, as long as you are willing to come back, my partner's position will always be reserved for you! As long as you are willing to go back with me and apologize to the coaches and leaders, I will also help you say good things...... Why are you so unreasonable? There's no need to be stubborn, just apologize, we can go back to the past......"

"Apologize? What do I apologize for? Xia Yan's tone sounded faintly unkind, "Do you need to apologize for breaking the good deeds of some people, or apologize to the power that wantonly changes the future and fate of others?" What am I doing wrong? To be chased here by people like you to ask for my guilt, and to make me cry bitterly and go back to the place that ruined everything for me? What do you think you have to question me here? Well? ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ Lao Lu, I think you should go to a temple after the Chinese New Year and burn incense to ward off evil spirits. Situ Nan silently took out one from the cigarette case in his arms, lit the pestle and watched the white play on the lamppost by the bridge, "Yesterday I played a hero to save the beauty, I don't know which one is today: do you want to guess, will it be Wang Baochuan who will fight Xue Pinggui in a while, or Du Siniang will sink the treasure chest in anger?" ā€

Lu Pingchuan stood upright on the edge of the bridge railing, looking at the men and women less than ten steps away and did not answer. From the angle occupied by the two of them, the man's expression and movements could be clearly seen at this moment, and although Xia Yan had her back to them, her emotions could still be clearly judged from the words. Lu Pingchuan had roughly guessed the relationship between the two, and he was hesitating whether to stand up for Xia Yan at this moment - for Hu Beibei, as a man, he has the responsibility to stop the violence, but for Xia Yan, who has not been physically threatened at the moment, he doesn't know what kind of identity to stand up and block the harassment and embarrassment from others for her.

"Okay, okay, don't apologize, it's my fault, it's all my fault, okay?" Seeing that Xia Yan was faintly a little angry, the man took a half step back, spread his hands and complained, "But now besides me, who else is worrying about your future?" Athletic life is very short, you disappeared silently for nearly a year, and now you finally find someone but would rather set up a roadside stall than go back...... Even if it's not for me, you have to think for yourself, for your mother and brother, they sacrificed so much for you, in exchange for your broken and broken attitude? ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ It's not your turn to ask about my family's affairs. Lu Pingchuan, who was standing behind Xia Yan, watched as the muscles of the arm holding the spatula began to tense, which was one of Xia Yan's subconscious actions when she was curbing her anger. Situ Nan pinched the cigarette butt, and Lu Pingchuan took half a step forward, but before the two could decide whether to intervene in the dispute in front of them, the tall man had already completely stimulated Xia Yan's strong killing intent: "Xia Yan! Look at what you look like now, where do you still look like the national champion of the year? Are you worthy of the cultivation of the team and your dead father? ā€

Before the words fell, the spatula in Xia Yan's hand drew an arc, and under the light of the street lamp, it was like a cold blade of silver light for a moment-only a crisp sound of "pop" was heard under the silent night bridge, and half of the red shovel marks were left on the tall man's face. Xia Yan walked to the man who was caught off guard and took a few steps back with a spatula, and said word by word:

"Get out of here, never let me see you again!"

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ You! The man wanted to say something more, but when he saw Xia Yan pick up the kitchen knife for cutting sausages on the side of the stove, he immediately took three steps back, pointed at Xia Yan and shouted, "You wait!" That's not the end of it! ā€

With that, the man turned his head and ran wildly across the road. Seeing that the other party was walking away, Xia Yan put away the spatula and kitchen knife, glanced behind her, and said, "When are you going to watch the play?" Am I supposed to ask you for a ticket? (To be continued.) )

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