"I ran into it when I came, Brother Yang, take me around?" He Yuan touched the handlebars of the motorcycle and felt itchy in his heart, his pure black motorcycle was Yamaha's, but after Xiangyang's own modification, the performance and stability have improved a lot, He Yuan has always liked the car, but he has no chance to touch the car, and his family does not let it.

"When Fan Ming comes, I'll take you around." Xiang Yang gave the key to Xie Qingya: "Try it." "Now that the people have come, there is no reason for Xiang Yang to help Fan Ming keep people.

"Thank you." Xie Qingya took the key and went to test the car, Xiang Yang followed He Yuan to squat on the side of the street and smoke, Xiang Yang's legs were numb after squatting for a while, and said admiringly: "You were a frog in your last life, right?" ”

He Yuan threw away the cigarette butt and squatted on the ground and laughed: "Brother Yang, you are good at everything, but you owe it." ”

"Fuck off." Xiang Yang scolded.

It was really uncomfortable to squat outside, so I took He Yuan back to the store, stomped my feet, and Xiangyang sent a message to Fan Ming, feeding the dog for more than an hour, is this going to make dog food?

"Brother Yang." He Yuan sat on the side fiddling with his toolbox, lowered his head and asked him in a tentative tone, "Do you know what happened before Xia Qiyue?" Just the scar on her face. ”

Xiang Yang looked at the blackened screen and was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong with the scar?" "Xia Qiyue said that no one knows about the scar.

He Yuan didn't answer immediately, the hand holding the screwdriver turned, and lowered his voice: "Su Yan didn't know where she heard it, saying that her scar was splashed with sulfuric acid by someone else." ”

"Oh." Xiang Yang responded as if he didn't have anything, his head rested on his arm, his right leg pressed his left leg to find a comfortable position, and he opened his mouth in a calm voice: "She should want to transfer schools." ”

I have nothing to do every day, and I always inquire about other private matters for fun, just like the irritability of someone else chewing the root of his tongue behind his back when something happened at home, touching the mark left on his left arm, the raised scar was left in the second year of junior high school, and it was also his first time fighting, no one was born a bad boy, they were all forced. The wild child who didn't have a father and mother deeply angered the last string in his heart, fuck it, Xiang Yang still clearly remembered how he beat them like crazy at that time and fled in all directions, and then in the next six months, as long as he saw one of them, he didn't say much, and he left after the fight.

It was probably from that time that I became a little nervous.

"Are you really interested in Xia Qiyue?" He Yuan was a little surprised, in his perception, no boy who is still in adolescent hormones will like a girl who is not good-looking, especially Xiang Yang, who is one in a million looks, and the kind of energy that is particularly self-improving, no matter what, he should be matched with white skin and beautiful long legs.

Xiang Yang squinted his eyes and looked sideways at him: "I'm just tired of people with broken mouths." ”

He Yuan opened his mouth and didn't make a sound, silently rearranging his messy box and putting it back in its place, is he a broken mouth today?

There was a shock on the side of his leg, and Uncle Fan called.

"Dayang! I can't get over it today. Fan Ming gasped and there was still a sound of water on the phone, and there were two hairy howls next to him from time to time, Fan Ming's tone was not impatient: "I'll send you the number later, and you let that little girl go to pick up the car early." ”

"You let Maomao bite?" Xiang Yang was a little surprised: "The person came just now, and this will be a test drive." ”

"I wish he had given me a whole bite." Fan Ming sighed with a smile: "My house was almost demolished, and the sofa leather is gone, you say, am I just a late meal, is this uncle playing with me like this?" ”

Fan Ming's helplessness can be felt through the mobile phone screen, this dog must be a purebred, Xiang Yang giggled: "Send me a photo to enjoy it." After hanging up Fan Ming's phone, Xiang Yang suddenly wanted to go and take a look directly, he said to He Yuan, who was looking at the phone: "Brother Ming's house let the dog be dismantled, go take a turn with me?" ”

"I'm not going, or I'll help you look at the store." He Yuan paused and said, "Forget it, I'd better go back and do my homework, unlike you, no one cares if you don't hand it in, envy." ”

"If you don't look at it, you'll close the business." Xiang Yang turned the key in his hand: "Take you for a while, and I'll go see Uncle Fan again." Xiang Yang wanted to have someone who could manage him, how good it felt, unlike now, thinking of this, he smiled and hugged He Yuan's shoulder: "Give me a copy when I'm done." ”

"Okay." He Yuanying.

didn't run far, Xiang Yang threw He Yuan back, it was too cold, the strength in the morning did not slow down, relying on youth can not be so unscrupulous, knees are not very comfortable, the disadvantage of only riding a motorcycle in winter is that you will get arthritis sooner or later, it seems that this velvet pants and knee pads are really not to buy.

Ran to the supermarket to buy a pair of knee pads first, the clerk was a new little girl, and she was very attentive when she introduced Xiang Yang, and when she crackled and introduced all the comfort, Xiang Yang picked a pleasing one: "Checkout." ”

The little girl saw that he was holding the pair that asked her the price for the first time, smiled awkwardly and put him in a bag and went to receive the next guest, Xiang Yang thought for a while when he went out with knee pads, the little girl didn't know if it would be the same next time she came to a new job.

As soon as Xiang Yang went out and stepped on the motorcycle, he saw two people on the other side of the street holding their arms and entering the hotel without any expression, it was Xiang Yuan who was wearing a thin slim down jacket and Yang Xu who was still wearing the same body in the morning, Xiang Yang frowned, sighed, twisted the accelerator and drove to Fan Ming's house without looking back.

All the way, my thoughts were those two figures dangling in front of me, which were... Reconciled again?

Fan Ming's house is on the fourth floor, the house is now his own name, his parents divorced when he was very young, and they were not in the local area, Fan Ming was still young at the time, and it was awarded to his mother, but unfortunately Fan Ming's mother married again, and the man was unwilling to let Fan Ming follow, so his parents discussed it and left this house to him, and then occasionally remembered that they would give him some small living expenses.

Until adulthood, Fan Ming gritted his teeth and cut off all relations with them, since he couldn't even give the simplest love, then why bother with the blood relationship that had already existed in name only, and then his parents really left and never appeared again, Fan Ming hid in Xiang Yang's house and cried for a long time, Xiang Yang was still very adult at the time patted him on the shoulder, and told him in a firm tone: From now on, I will be your own brother. ”

Although Xiang Yang was prepared when he entered the door, he was still startled by the sturdiness, the smell of engine oil in a room was like eating a mouthful, countless paw prints were all over all the visible surfaces, and a few rolls of torn toilet paper were wrapped around the legs of the chair like flowers, the sofa was not only the skin was gone, but the sponge inside was also pulled out of a big lump, this face was comparable to the style of World War II.

After Fan Ming opened the door for him, he squatted on the ground and wiped his beloved helmet, sighed without saying a word, Xiang Yang found a place where he could put his feet, and he was happy for a long time before he reluctantly spoke: "Uncle Fan, you actually didn't lose your temper." ”

"Let's eat dog meat at night." Fan Ming sighed: "You go buy some green onion ingredients." ”

Xiang Yang was startled and glared at him: "You won't, right?" "I didn't hear the dog barking when I entered the door, did it really give the result? He remembered that Fan Ming still liked dogs, and he had picked up the mess on the ground and found a bag and was stuffing it in, but he couldn't care about it at the moment, so he stopped and looked at him with an incredulous face.

"Chop, what about the kitchen, let's discuss, how to eat dog meat hot pot." Fan Ming finally wiped the oil on the helmet, didn't dare to put it on the table, put it directly in the cabinet and locked it, Xiang Yang couldn't believe it, put down the garbage in his hand and walked towards the kitchen, opened the door and glanced at the dog, and shouted at the living room: "Uncle Fan, you're still panting, you can't do this." ”

Mao Mao was chained by Fan Ming and was closing his eyes, sleeping on his belly, probably crazy tired, not to mention chopping, looking like this, there is no hair missing, and there is no smell of engine oil on his body, he should have taken a bath before closing the kitchen.

"Why didn't you lock the bedroom?" Xiang Yang locked the door, bent down and continued to clean up the garbage just now, "I can't sleep in the bedroom, I'll go to your house at night." Fan Ming was helpless, Mao Mao was sent back in the morning to his home for only a few hours, the house was worse than the bad thief, not to mention the two barrels of engine oil, as long as it was cloth, everything that could be pulled was crippled.

Hearing this, Xiang Yang walked around several rooms with a bag before he came out and looked at Fan Ming with a bag: "Forget it, don't clean it up today, the windows are open and the smell will be dispersed first, and when the dog is gone, the whole thing will be renovated." "It's good to say on the ground, the walls are definitely going to be painted white, and there are some things that have been gnawed up and won't be finished today.

"Okay." Fan Ming threw the rag in his hand to the ground helplessly, and muttered in a low voice: "I really don't know why Xu Jingwen likes to be a demolition erha." ”

"What?" Xiang Yang looked at him incredulously: "Whose dog is this?" Xu Jingwen contacted you? ”

"Ahh Fan Ming sighed in response, turned his head and looked at him: "Did you hear that?" "It's indeed Xu Jingwen's dog, he actually didn't see anyone, he suddenly answered a phone call a few days ago, Xu Jingwen didn't say much else and asked him to do a favor, saying that he was going to deal with something, Maomao was fostered at his house for a few days, Fan Ming almost blurted out, what about your man, I still couldn't help but ask, I wanted to see each other, but on the third day, I received a strange phone call, and even the dog with a cage appeared at his door.

The dog was sent by a logistics company.

To help Xu Jingwen, of course he didn't say anything, after all, he was sorry for her at the beginning, but he really wanted to ask something, but he still couldn't open his mouth.

Xiang Yang was a little dazed when he listened, and after thinking for a while, he didn't understand: "Then what does she mean?" ”

"I don't know." Fan Ming lit a cigarette and handed him one: "She didn't say anything to me, let's talk about it when she picks up the dog." Fan Ming's mood was a little low, and his eyes drifted a little when he smoked, Xiang Yang knew that he was uncomfortable, and Xu Jingwen's sudden contact was not necessarily a good thing.

"Let's go eat first." Xiang Yang glanced at the kitchen: "Uncle Fan, Maomao, do you want to bring it?" "The dog will still sleep soundly, I don't know if it will be dismantled by the way when he wakes up.

Fan Ming probably guessed what he thought, and smiled bitterly: "Uncle Mao can dismantle it if he wants to, don't bring it, it's forbidden to bring pets in the place where you eat." ”

"Didn't I take you with me?" Xiang Yang put his arm around his shoulder, and he couldn't be happy.

"Get out!" Fan Ming shook off his arm mercilessly, and slapped his backhand hard: "I'm your uncle!" ”

"You still have this hobby." Xiang Yang rubbed his arm, and slapped him hard: "yourself... Myself? The taste is getting heavier and heavier, Uncle Fan. ”