He actually doesn't live here, in fact, he has been in Wire Village for so long, and he has no home for the battle, and he eats and lives at the whistle, that is, in the high-speed gas station where he found Enron.

But this place has long been targeted, although he doesn't know when he will be able to find An Ran and the child, but he has been preparing for An Ran and the child, food, clothing and a place to live, ready to find his wife and children at any time, and he can use them at any time.

Walking uphill with a cigarette in his mouth, Zhan Lian put his hands in his trouser pockets, looked up at the branches above his head, the branches creaked strangely, he didn't pay attention to it, and went directly into the flat, just past the wall full of creepers, and was about to go up to the corridor on the upper floor, only to feel that there was a killing intent in the back of his head.

Who was he, his head was tilted, his feet turned, he dodged, and went straight up with a punch, grabbed the saber that hit the back of his head with one hand, and hit the face of the person behind him with the other fist.

But he was startled, and looked at the outline of the face of the person behind him in the moonlight, and suddenly withdrew his hand, which was comparable to grazing the temples of the person behind him, and forcibly contained the killing move that was certain to die.

"Oops~~" An Ran was hit by the fist wind, exhaling pain, and feeling that the wrist that was held was about to break, and the five fingers had to be forced to open, and he was about to shout to let the little mint in the house get up, but he heard Zhan Lian say angrily:

"Are you standing behind me with a knife?"

"Trials?" An Ran was also startled, raised his head, and saw the man in front of him clearly, "Why are you?" ”

The plant told her that there was a person, and she thought it was who!

"Who am not me?" Zhan Lian let go of An Ran angrily, and when he saw An Ran holding his wrist and rubbing it, he stretched out his hand, pulled An Ran's hand, looked at it in the moonlight, annoyed and regretful, but said in a bad tone: "Rub some medicine, I didn't pinch it for you, it was my negligence." ”

There was a messy car parked on the high floor, and I saw Zhan Lian turn around and walk to the side of one, open the car door, open the trunk, and lift a large plastic storage box from the trunk, and walked in front of An Ran.

An Ran rubbed his wrists, grinned, and watched Zhan Lian come over, he shook his head at her, and carried the big box into the room next to the doll, and An Ran followed behind, standing outside the door, and looked at the moonlight.

Zhan Lian was lighting a candle inside, the white candle was burning a faint small flame, he dropped a few drops of wax oil, put the candle on the table top of the small wooden table, opened the lid of the box, took out an unopened box of bone-setting oil from the box, tilted his head, looked at An Ran who was still standing outside the door, and said:

"Come in, stand at the door and be the door god?"

"I..." An Ran opened his mouth, and was about to ask Zhan Lian how he spoke, when his feet unconsciously walked into the door.

At this time, Zhan Lian just hooked a stool with his foot and let An Ran sit on the edge of the bed frame, he sat on the stool, took the bruising oil, grabbed An Ran's wrist, and smeared oil on her wrist.

"Minor injuries." An Ran retracted his hand, and in the faint yellow candlelight, Chong Zhan Lian smiled awkwardly, "You don't need to apply oil, it will be fine in a while." ”

Zhan Lian raised his eyes and glanced at her, ignored her, put down the bruising oil in his hand, grabbed her hand with one hand, and rubbed her wrist with the other hand.

And then... Then both men were silent, one anointed and the other anointed.