"Then I'll send you home!" Yang Ling said.

"Hmm!"

So Yang Ling hummed a song in his rough voice, carrying Zhiming all the way towards Zhiming's house. Jimyong's mother opened a private clinic in a more remote part of the city, and she rarely went out on weekdays, staying alone in the clinic all day.

Yang Ling took Zhiming to the door of the clinic and said to him, "You go home, I should go back too."

"Hmm!" Zhiming stood on the steps of the clinic and looked at Yang Ling quietly, Yang Ling smiled at him, then pedaled back on his bicycle and left the clinic.

Jiming returned to the clinic, and his grandmother was sitting at the door, his grandmother was a delicate-looking person, and although she was over half a hundred years old, she could still feel a trace of nobility sitting there.

"Coming back?"

"Hmm!"

"Where's my mom?"

"Let's get out!"

Zhiming and grandma simply exchanged a few words and walked into the back of the clinic compartment and went up to the second floor, the mother has been in a bad mood recently, and the business of the clinic is getting lighter and lighter for her husband to drink and her son's early love.

The psychology of adults children can never understand that he does not think that he has done anything wrong. He felt that his mother was making a big fuss, he wanted to be quiet, maybe the world would only be in a better mood when he remembered Wang Qianqian.

The street outside is brightly lit, and behind his clinic is a defunct mall with a movie theater and billiards room, and a small Internet café at the entrance on the first floor. After the mall closed down, all the empty houses inside were rented to outsiders, and gradually this dilapidated mall turned into a lively residential area.

Zhiming doesn't like this place, the courtyard behind is often noisy at night, and everyone lives there.

After a while, a mother's voice came from the door: "Is Jiming back?"

"It's back!"

As soon as the two of them finished speaking, his mother came in with some food, and she stood under the compartment, put it on the table, and let it go to the second floor.

Jiming sat at his desk with a book under the lamp.

"Where did you go today, don't go home for a day. What kind of classmates do you make all day? His mother asked him angrily.

"I'm going to Yang Ling's house." Jiming stubbornly replied to his mother.

"It's Yang Ling's family again, your cousin told me, that Yang Ling is a poor learner and likes to fight, why can't you save me worry!" His mother was so angry that she kept counting him down.

Jiming didn't want to listen any longer, so he got up and went downstairs.

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the back and go to the bathroom!"

He had just walked downstairs and bumped into his father, who had come back from work, and his father was full of beard and looked a little tired. He patted his son on the shoulder and asked, "What's wrong, did your mother beat you again or scolded you?"

Jiming didn't answer, but walked straight out of the house. He went to the back mall to use the toilet, and then went straight to the Internet café. This internet café is small, and there are a few computers in it. Not long after he sat down, Wang Pengfei and his younger brother walked by the door of the Internet café, and when he saw Zhiming sitting in the Internet café, he walked in and called him: "Why did you come to the Internet, not afraid of being discovered by your father?"

"I'll just sit there for a while!"

"It's not a good place, your dad can see everything in it if he turns a corner and stands anywhere." Wang Pengfei warned him.

"Let's go home!" Wang Pengfei's younger brother also persuaded him. As he spoke, his eyes fell on a girl dressed in white, and he was startled for a moment before turning his head back. In recent years, it is rare to meet such a fresh and refined girl in a place like an Internet café.

"Well, what's your name?" I didn't expect that as soon as I turned my head, my brother accosted this girl.

The girl turned her head and saw that it was a tall and handsome man who was talking to her, so she smiled and said, "Abra!"

"What?" Wang Pengfei didn't react for a while.

"She should be Hui!" His brother prompted him.

"Oh, you're a Hui!"

"Hmm!"

"What are the Hui people doing here? Aren't you afraid that we Han people will bully you? ”

"You dare?"

"Don't dare!"

Abra ignored him, turned his head and slid the mouse to check the information.

"I'm going home." Zhiming felt that he had been out for a long time and stood up.

"Well, let's go! Let's go together. Wang Pengfei glanced back at Abra and followed behind Zhiming.

"Don't you like Xie Juan in our class? Why do you talk to other girls? Jiming asked him.

"Xie Juan? I didn't say I liked her. Wang Pengfei denied it: "I just like to tease her."

"My brother hasn't met his real name Celestial Maiden yet?" Wang Pengfei's younger brother interjected.

"Alas, you ...... with Wang Qianqian" Wang Pengfei thought for a while and said, "How could Wang Qianqian like you?"

"She likes short people!"

"you! You're short. Zhiming finally laughed, and he replied to Wang Pengfei's younger brother.

"Aren't you short enough?"

"Okay, okay, it's good if you're happy, hurry up and go home, otherwise you'll be beaten again." Wang Pengfei urged him, and he suddenly remembered something and asked Zhiming: "Wang Qianqian doesn't know about the beating you were beaten, seeing that you were beaten like this at home, people don't know yet." Otherwise, I said that Yang Lingweijun, the mouths of a few of you are really tightly sealed......"

"Alright, let's go." Jiming walked out of the backyard and disappeared into the night.

"Who is Wang Qianqian?" Wang Pengfei's younger brother asked.

"School flower, a girl that the boys in the school have a crush on. But she's very arrogant, a cold beauty, and no one in school can look at her! ”

"Do you like her?"

"Your brother and I haven't met my real name yet?"

"Hmph, I don't believe it."

"How's that girl just now?"

"You're looking for a fight!"

The two of them laughed and walked past Jiming's clinic, the door of which was already closed. Zhiming's mother's scolding voice came from inside: "After going out to the toilet for so long, where did you go again?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I just stood under the eaves for a while!"

"Are you okay standing under the eaves?"

"The air is good!"

Zhang Pengfei and his younger brother stood on the road outside the clinic, and they heard the conversation between Zhiming and his mother clearly. Zhang Pengfei said: "This guy has learned to talk back to his mother since he liked Wang Qianqian."

"It turns out that you like to talk back to our mother and also like a certain girl?"

"You owe it, don't you?" Zhang Pengfei kicked his younger brother. When they passed by a small shop, a song floated from inside: How many good sisters do you have, and why are each of them so haggard......

"Brother, how many good sisters do you have?"

"Again?" Wang Pengfei took off his clothes and wanted to smoke his younger brother.

At this time, their mother was talking to an old man at the intersection, and when she saw that the brothers were fighting, she said unhappily, "What are you doing, you two?" Hurry home. ”

Wang Pengfei's mother is in her forties, she dresses up every day, her husband has no ability, and the family's expenses depend on her putting pigeons outside to seduce men to support the family, but this is all rumors in the neighborhood.

When Yang Ling returned home, his brother was sitting in his room rummaging through a worn-out radio that rustled when he put it on tape.

"What, will the radio still work?" Yang Ling walked into the room and asked.

"Make do!"

"Did you buy a new tape again?" Yang Ling saw a brand-new cassette box on the table. "Whose song?" He picked it up and looked at it.

"Ren Xianqi's!"

"Who is Ren Xianqi?"

"A Taiwanese singer! The song is pretty good, and several of my buddies bought it. His brother threw down the screwdriver in his hand, put the radio back in place, and said, "Finally put it away, try it." He grabbed the cassette tape from his brother's hand and put it on the radio, and the first song that played on the radio was "Spring Flowers Will Bloom."

"Ren Xianqi, you sing well!" Yang Ling pondered and muttered to himself.

"Of course! Just rising. His brother packed up his tools and said, "I went to the video store with my buddies today and the owner recommended it, and he also has a title song "The Heart Is Too Soft" is also good. ”

"Really?" Yang Ling simply sat down and listened.

"Hey, why didn't your classmate Zhiming come to play? Doesn't he like to stay at our house at night? ”

"He? - He's been beaten all the time these days. His cousin sued him, and her mother whipped him so hard that he was now beaten at night if he didn't come home or came home late. Yang Ling told his brother.

"It's too strict."

"I'm hungry, have you eaten?" Yang Ling didn't want to say any more, he got up and went to the kitchen. Outside the kitchen, his father was squatting on the floor eating with a bowl, and when he saw his son coming out of the house, he asked, "Why did you go, you didn't come back for a day?" ”

"I didn't do anything, I went to the city with Jiming for a day."

"You can't study hard all day long, so don't go to it. I don't think you're going to be able to make a difference. "His father was disappointed in him.

"Who said I was a hanger!" Yang Ling was not convinced.

"Don't take people badly, a good child, don't follow you downhill."

Yang Ling didn't answer his father's words, but walked into the kitchen and served dinner and walked out of his yard, he didn't want to talk to his father anymore, the air outside was very good, and several children were standing at the door of his house playing something.

"Hey!" Yang Ling walked up and screamed, startling a few children.

"Why?" A boy looked up at him.

"Why are you standing in front of my house?" Yang Ling had a smile on his face, and he didn't have a straight shape when he ate in his mouth. "Look at the lights in my house, don't you? What about borrowing light? ”

Several children were afraid of Yang Ling, so they glanced at each other and hurried home. Suddenly, the door of his house fell silent again.

The night was getting darker and darker, and opposite Yang Ling's house was a soil ditch, and there was a wheat field on the opposite side of the soil ditch. The wheat fields looked green in the dim light. At the end of the wheat field was the main road leading to the city, and every day he stood at the gate of his house and could see Jiming coming from afar on his bicycle. I don't know why he just likes to be friends with Zhiming, he treats him as a younger brother, but I don't know why every time he sees him waiting for Wang Qianqian at the crossroads, his mood becomes very complicated, he thinks I like Wang Qianqian? No way, that's what I like——。 He has his first love, but people look down on him, and they have already transferred to another school.