The front desk was a round-faced girl, and when she saw Yan Shu, her face flushed with a blush and she stammered when she spoke: "You... Which do you want? ”

He looked around the glass cover, his eyes a little astringent: "This." He tapped his finger.

"Okay, 68 yuan."

He had never smoked and didn't know what cigarettes were good, so he took the opportunity to pick the most expensive one in the glass cover.

At the entrance of the supermarket, the dim street lamp was above his head, and Yan Shu was unpacking the red cigarette box loosely against the pillar.

He took one out of his fingers and looked at it carefully.

Don't want to quit smoking once you touch it, but I often bump into his mother on the balcony crying and smoking, he hasn't tasted it, he said he wants to taste it when he is an adult, they don't let him taste it.

They said he was sick and couldn't touch these things, so he seemed abrupt and out of place with his peers.

Rich families do not have the freedom that others imagine, and the first time Yan Shu went out to escape from his parents and left home, he came to Nancheng alone.

As a wealthy man, three generations of his family have been restrained since childhood, especially after being diagnosed with cyclothymic disorder, and they are not even allowed to go out or go to school.

The 18-year-old year-old yearns for freedom, and he knows that when he goes back, he will lose the sky again.

"Smoke is bitter and tastes bad." Yan's mother's words kept spinning in his mind, why did he insist on touching it if it didn't taste good? It may be to offset the unpleasant things, but the smoke is bitter, so the world has become bitter. There is no difference, bitterness, and then bitterness.

A crisp cracking sound completely shattered the calm of the night.

Yan Shu shrugged his shoulders, and the cigarette between his fingertips was shaken off.

He moved his eyebrows slightly, and the cigarette case casually slipped into his pocket and followed the source of the sound.

The source of the sound was the small alley next to the supermarket, the alley was dark, and the smell of sour wine ran through it, Yan Shu sniffed and continued to walk forward.

"Come on! Uncle Lee loves you! ”

The greasy middle-aged male voice came along the stench of wine.

"Fuck off! I don't care about you! "You can see a young girl beneath him, and the girl is fluttering under him.

The voice sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it for a moment.

He probably knew what he had come across.

Listening to the unsightly scolding, Yan Shu calmly scooped up the broken beer bottle on the ground.

"Help, help!"

The fragment was clutched in his hand, and the farther he went, the more he saw the familiar, clear look in his eyes.

There was no expression on his face, for the man had drunk a lot of alcohol and couldn't hear anyone behind him.

The girl struggled to keep the filth from burning to a god.

He lifted the splice and stabbed it straight into the man's back, the intense pain caused the man to bounce away, and he clutched his back and whimpered.

In the dark, there was no expression to be seen, the sharp fragments were still on the drunkard's body, and Yan Shu's face was stained with dirty blood, he was a veritable psychopath.

The girl in the corner stared at the savior who came against the light.

"Yan Shu?" Fang Zhao cried out in the corner of the wall, condescending to her.

The two buttons on Fang Zhao's neckline were torn open, and the previously neat ponytail was also surprisingly messy, and the panic on her face had not yet dissipated.

Yan Shu's eyes were empty, and he slowly squatted down, his expression mixed with an indescribable emotion.

When he heard the voice, he wished it wasn't Fang Zhao.

He didn't answer, and he did.

After repeatedly confirming that Fang Zhao's eyes were red, the tears in her eyes poured out uncontrollably, and she whimpered and her whole body fell into Yan Shu's arms.