So far he knew about that person, this was the only person he was not convinced but had no choice but to play, after all, Yan is not like a fight, unless he has plastic surgery or disfigured that person.

He would still hear this name from time to time in the future, and he had never been to his heart, but he didn't expect to see him here today, he ......

Wait a minute!

"Why are you at my house?"

Wen Xingying blurted out, how could this person run to ...... inexplicably Wait a minute......

He suddenly realized...... Why, it doesn't seem to be his house......

Wen Xingying blinked, and finally noticed where he was now.

This house seems to be a bungalow, the area of the house is not small, there is a TV and a computer, I am sitting on the bed now, the boy is sitting on the chair next to the bed, on the other side of the bed is the window, you can see that there should be a small yard outside.

Here it is...... Is this person's home??

I was in that alley last night, and I don't know what it was called, could it be that this person also took that road and brought himself home?

Looking at the "life-saving benefactor" in front of him, Wen Xingying really didn't know what to say for a while, or to meet this enemy in such a humiliating way, in his opinion, it was better to continue to lie in that small alley, at least without owing him a favor.

Ye Linglan has been "......" since she heard the words of the eldest young master just now, and later watched his expression change back and forth and finally turned into a combination of chagrin and annoyance, it is estimated that he has already figured out what happened, and he doesn't need to explain too much, just ask: "Is there anything wrong with you?" ”

Wen Xingying: "...... What the? ”

"I saw you pass out last night, and I checked your head to see if it was injured, and I can't look at other positions, do you feel uncomfortable?" Ye Linglan said patiently.

Wen Xingying is naturally in pain in the back of his neck now, and there are at least five places on his body that are not light or serious, and he doesn't want to show it in front of this person, so he has to bite the bullet and say, "No." ”

"That's good," Ye Linglan nodded, "Then let's get up and have breakfast." ”

Wen Xingying continued: "...... What the? ”

Ye Linglan stood up and said, "Get up and have breakfast, we still have to go to school after eating." ”

"Ah, okay then," Wen Xingying looked around on the bed, "My clothes ......"

"You still have the clothes you wore yesterday, and I can't help you change them." Ye Linglan said.

"What?!" Wen Xingying's eyes immediately widened, jumped up from the bed, and when he saw that he was still wearing the same set he wore yesterday, he couldn't wait to drag it down and throw it on the ground and step on his feet, "I don't want to wear this set!" Hit that bastard a few more times, and got a whole lot of dirt on it! ”

He looked like he was about to go crazy, although Ye Linglan reluctantly expressed his understanding, he was helpless, the soil on his body had naturally been cleaned, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to lie in his bed, but he said that he had been beaten several times with a stick...... Are you really not injured?

Wen Xingying struggled for a long time and could only look at the person beside the bed, his eyes revealing a little hesitation and pleading, "That, can you lend me a piece of your clothes?" I'll wash it up and give it back to you tomorrow. ”

If it weren't for the fact that there was no way, he really didn't want to ask for help from this person at all, but compared to the clothes on his body, he would rather owe him a favor again, seeing that his height should be about the same as himself, and the clothes must be able to wear.

That night, the two stood on the balcony again.

The starry sky of the summer night is dazzling, clear and mysterious, and the cool breeze blows in the face, sweeping the heat of the whole day, which seems to have long since dissipated.

The splendor and glory under the magnesium light before seemed to be just a gorgeous dream, and now they are still like every ordinary night, under the quiet starry sky, leaning on each other.

"Ah Jing, do you look at the way we look now, do you look like lighting the way home for people from afar?"

"It's like."

"I don't think I'm going to find my way home, only you. It seems that in the future, I will still light the lights for you, so that you will not get lost on the way home, how about it? ”

"You......"

Ye Linglan picked up the person horizontally and slowly walked towards their bedroom.

Xuan, where you are, it is my home, as long as I think that you are still waiting for me, I will never get lost on the way home.

Nantian Lane is an alley that can't see its fingers at night, it is rare to still maintain the style of twenty years ago, there are no street lights, and few people will walk this road at night, probably only a "bold" person like Ye Linglan will come to report every night, rain or shine.

He wasn't afraid of the dark, he wasn't afraid of any ghosts, he hadn't even seen a single mouse, he had only one reason to come here, it was close to home.

He would turn on his flashlight as soon as he reached the intersection, walk all the way to the end of the alley, and cross another street to his home.

He walked as usual tonight, and about a third of the way he saw something in front of him.

The light of the flashlight was bright enough for him to see that it was a person, or lying face down on the ground, and the alley that was not wide was two-thirds blocked by him.

Ye Linglan's heart couldn't help but tremble, it really looked like a murder scene in front of her, although it was ...... There was no blood on the ground.

After thinking about it, Ye Linglan stepped forward cautiously, carefully turned the man over, and stretched out his hand to probe his snort, but before his index finger came to the target position, he saw the person's face with the help of the light of the flashlight, so there was no need to do this very silly action. Huaxia Library

This person's name is Wen Xingying, a student in the second and third classes of their school, and he is still the second-ranked school grass.

He is very handsome, his family is rich, and he has become a man of the year almost as soon as he arrives at school, Ye Linglan does not feel strange that he will appear here in such a state, because this person likes to fight very much, and prefers to fight for the title of "boss", from inside the school to outside the school, and strive to win the first place in the district or even the city, and Nantian Lane is also regarded as the best place to fight by nearby residents because it is inaccessible.

It seems that this man came here tonight to fight with people, and his skills are not as good as people, he was knocked unconscious and thrown on the ground, if he didn't happen to pass by, I don't know how long he would lie down.

Ye Linglan sighed, helped the person up and carried it on his back, and continued to walk home.

Soon he arrived home, put the man on the bed, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This young master is about the same height as himself, and he doesn't look heavy, but he really didn't expect that his back on his body would be like Mount Tai pressing on the top, and if it took a while, his spine might be crushed and broken.

And he was now lying on his side in his bed, his face ruddy and shiny, and he was like a sleeping pig, not to mention his unseemly coat.

Ye Linglan shook his head and took out his mobile phone from his pants pocket.

The eldest young master didn't carry a schoolbag tonight, Ye Linglan deliberately looked around after carrying him up, it was indeed not, but this person has always disliked carrying a schoolbag to school, which is not unusual, but his mobile phone has always been carried close to him, especially now in his own home, the bulging piece in his pocket looks particularly obvious.

Ye Linglan dug out his father's mobile phone number and decided to call his home, saying that he would sleep at his house tonight, and he didn't know if this person had reported tonight's itinerary to his parents.

The phone was quickly connected, and there was a middle-aged man over there, and a somewhat anxious voice said, "Hey, Xiaoyuan, where are you?" Why don't you go home yet? ”

Ye Linglan said calmly: "Hello uncle, Xiaoyuan has drunk too much, just sleep in my house tonight, we will go to school together tomorrow, you don't have to worry." ”

"Ah, look at this kid, I said I wouldn't let him drink," the man finally relented, "well, sorry kid, thank you." ”

"It's okay, goodbye, uncle."

Putting down the phone, Ye Linglan tugged at the corners of her lips, this kid really lied to his parents and said that he would go to the same school for dinner, but in fact he was ......

Ye Linglan took off the man's shoes, let his head rest on the pillow, changed to a more comfortable sleeping position, and pulled the quilt over him.

That's all he can do now, I don't know where this person was knocked unconscious, but there is no wound or lump on his head, it shouldn't be a big deal, and it's hard for me to take off his clothes and take a closer look, so I can only wait until I wake up tomorrow.

Wen Xingying was awakened alive by pain.

Thinking of the scene of the fight last night, the bastard actually took such a thick wooden stick, and said that there was no pre-stipulated that he could not take a weapon, and he could only fight him with his bare hands, and I don't know how this person chose such a place where birds do not lay eggs, it was narrow and broken, and it was completely impossible to use, so he was hit him several times, and finally there was a sharp pain in the back of his neck, and he was completely unconscious.

I hate it so much that my teeth itch, you wait, you dare to take a wooden stick, you won't allow me to take an iron stick, right? You won't be allowed to take a gun, will you? You wait for Lao Tzu to shoot you tomorrow!

Wen Xingying rubbed his neck and sat up slowly.

"Are you awake?" Suddenly, a young male voice came from the front.

Wen Xingying: "? ”

He opened his eyes suspiciously, and sure enough, he saw a person sitting in front of him, a boy who should be sixteen or seventeen years old, the key is...... Why is this face so familiar??

The boy's skin is very white, the eyebrows are clear, because the bridge of the nose is high, the whole face looks particularly three-dimensional, his eye sockets are also very deep, he looks like a foreigner, and his eyes are even more beautiful peach blossom eyes, all combined to create an extremely attractive face...... Still...... Déjà vu......

"You, are you called ......" Wen Xingying tried to recall the boy's name, "It's called Zhao ......"

"My name is Ye Linglan." The man answered.

"Yes, it's Ye Linglan, you ......"

Wen Xingying stopped talking, and looked at the boy a little stiffly, is he that Ye Linglan?

Ye Linglan, who is known as the first school grass in their high school, is the only Ye Linglan who has pressed himself?

Damn, the hatred is as deep as the sea!

Wen Xingying should say that he rarely cares about anything in his life, he is very rich, and he can basically buy what he wants with money, he is also handsome, from elementary school to junior high school, he can find someone to beat him up if he doesn't like it, and the girls he likes can also be chased after him, and there are a lot of girls following him, and there is almost nothing that makes him angry when he thinks about it.

However, in high school, he came across it, of course, it was not a thing, but a person.

It is a boy named Ye Linglan in the same school and grade.

There is only one reason why Wen Xingying is unhappy with him, he looks more handsome than himself.

Ye Linglan didn't say anything, so she took a set of her own clothes and handed it to him.

"You change it first, I'll get you a washwater."

"Okay."

Ye Linglan went out, Wen Xingying looked at the clothes he gave him, white shirt and black pants, they were quite clean, he quickly changed his clothes, and walked out of the room to finally see the whole picture of the house.