Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Chapter 55

The two walked out of the alley supporting each other, their footsteps getting faster and faster, and finally Xiao Lang ran with Su Mianyang, and they didn't stop until they could see the crowd on the street.

"I didn't expect you to think of calling the police. It's amazing, my little classmate." When encountering such a situation, there is obviously no more appropriate way to deal with it than calling the police. Su Mianyang said with emotion that he deserves to be a good student. He just couldn't think of calling the police. He just thought that he should use his fists. Solve the problem.

"I didn't call the police for those who lied to them." Xiao Lang said these words lightly, as if he didn't use much force.

After hearing this, Su Mianyang was stunned before saying: "...you are really amazing."

"So don't panic in an emergency, calm down and find a way to get out of the predicament." Xiao Lang's tone was habitual, and he was even joking, which made Su Mianyang heave a sigh of relief.

Su Mianyang gasped, feeling that his internal organs had shifted.

"Are you okay?" Xiao Lang turned his head and asked.

"OK How about you?"

"No, I feel like I'm going to die." It wasn't until Xiao Lang said this clearly that Su Mianyang found out that Xiao Lang was really not getting better.

The white clothes were clinging to the dirt and mud in the alley, folds and tears could be seen everywhere, and blood oozes from some hidden corners.

"You were so brave just now, but now you can't?"

Xiao Lang twitched the corner of his mouth helplessly, "It's not courage, it's self-defense."

"Then I'm not acting bravely?" Su Mianyang said a little unconvinced.

"Don't put gold on your face, you are called onlookers and participating in mob fights."

Su Mianyang was choked and speechless.

Just when he had nothing to say, Xiao Lang suddenly staggered a few times. Su Mianyang didn't understand why, so he supported him with all his strength.

When touching Xiao Lang's icy hands, Su Mianyang realized that something was wrong, this temperature shouldn't happen to someone who has only fought once.

Only then did Su Mianyang notice that Xiao Lang's body was still in a state of stress. He was trembling slightly, as if he was about to faint in the next moment.

"Fuck? Xiao Lang, are you okay? Why are your hands so cold?" Su Mianyang didn't know what happened, so he could only hold Xiao Lang's hand tightly, trying to transfer his own temperature to him.

"Forgot to say," Xiao Lang seemed to remember something, his face was frighteningly pale, but his voice was still calm, as if he was just talking about something completely unrelated to him, "I can't see blood."

"...Fuck, why didn't you say it earlier?" After Su Mianyang asked this question, he recalled it. If Xiao Lang fell down in the situation just now, it meant that he would face a one-for-four dilemma.

Facts also proved that Xiao Lang's strong decision-making was necessary. Whether it was to restrain Liu Shilong or pretend to call the police, Xiao Lang's choice was the optimal solution.

This made Su Mianyang a little irritated, which meant that even without him, Xiao Lang would probably be able to solve this matter well.After all, judging from how the two of them got along, Xiao Lang didn't have the habit of relying on other people, and always took everything by himself without saying a word.

Or he was not among the people Xiao Lang could think of to rely on.

Su Mianyang silently looked at Xiao Lang who was not even walking steadily, and suddenly stopped and refused to go any further.

The people around him suddenly stopped for no reason, Xiao Lang looked at him for no reason.

"I can't walk anymore, let's take a taxi to the clinic." Su Mianyang pressed one hand on Xiao Lang's left shoulder, "You sit and rest for a while, it's not good to scare the driver with your white clothes, I'll call a taxi."

Xiao Lang looked better when he got in the car. Although his face hadn't recovered, at least his body didn't tremble anymore. Su Mianyang pulled Xiao Lang's left hand to cover his palm, tilted his head and asked softly, "Is it still uncomfortable? Do you think so?" Will you get motion sickness?"

Xiao Lang shook his head, "Very good."

This is the end of the topic. The gesture of the two boys holding hands is a bit awkward, but Su Mianyang seems to be unaware that they are holding hands tightly and refuse to let go. Xiao Lang tried to pull his hands twice but did not pull them away. He hesitated and looked at Su Mianyang.

"You...and Liu Shilong's brother..." Su Mianyang coughed twice before continuing, "What's the relationship? Liu Shilong said..."

It seemed that he didn't expect Su Mianyang to ask such a question suddenly, Xiao Lang was stuck for a moment, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry I didn't do it on purpose...I'm just worried..." Xiao Lang's silence was abnormal, and Su Mianyang hurried to make up for it, "If you think you can't tell me, an outsider, then forget it."

Xiao Lang tried to withdraw his hand again, but Su Mianyang was still very strong, he didn't have the nerve to say so, so he could only let Su Mianyang grab it.

Su Mianyang was firm, and Xiao Lang could only compromise.

"He is the one who gave me a second life, and he is my teacher." Xiao Lang turned his eyes to the outside of the car, the familiar street scene outside the window, and the pedestrians in a hurry. All the scenes were the same as two years ago.

Xiao Lang had the illusion of going backwards in time, as if he had returned to the time when he first came to this city, his expression was a bit gloomy, "Liu Shilong is right, he was killed by me."

Two years ago, everything hadn't turned into the irreversible situation it is today. Liu Ming is still alive, and Liu Shilong hasn't given up on himself. The two of them are still neighbors.

This is not the first time that Xiao Lang dreamed of that scene. In the midsummer evening, the sky was burning red, shirtless men on the street were drinking with their fists, mobile vendors selling cold drinks were shouting loudly, cicadas were screaming tirelessly, and the heat was overwhelming. The sight of the destination is dizzy.

When Xiao Ziqiang slammed on the door smelling of alcohol, Xiao Lang was lying on the window sill of the bedroom reading a book, as if he didn't hear the sound of drunks shouting and neighbors gossip, Xiao Lang quietly turned a page back .

Of course he couldn't open the door.

After making up his mind, Xiao Lang plugged in the headphones and used music to isolate himself from the noise.

Xiao Lang didn't respond when someone knocked on the glass window. His house was on the second floor, and it wasn't uncommon for a few naughty kids to hit the window with a slingshot occasionally in the yard.

The persistent knocking sound outside the window made Xiao Lang frowned, and reluctantly withdrew from the world in the book. He raised his head slightly, just in time to meet Liu Shilong outside the window.

Xiao Lang's house is opposite Liu Ming's house. The windows of the two families are next to each other, and there is a small balcony-style connection between them. Liu Ming likes to grow flowers, and the flower pots are full of seasonal flowers.

It was through this small balcony that Liu Shilong reached out to him from among the flowers, "I saw that drunkard smashing the door of your house, are you afraid, do you want to come to my house? My brother will protect us."

If possible, Xiao Lang is willing to trade everything he has for time to stay in this moment forever.

He had dreamed countless times of the days when he was full of bad deeds. Although there were Xiao Ziqiang there, teachers and classmates he didn't want to face, and the sun was so gloomy every day, at least Liu Ming was still alive. This hypothetical turning point Worth all the prerequisites.

At that time Pan Xueying was often not at home, Xiao Ziqiang did not allow him to live on campus, and there was no one else at home except him, so language lost its necessity in such an environment.

Whenever he heard laughter and laughter from the next room, Xiao Lang would always approach unconsciously. From lying on the window sill to sitting on it and finally leaning against the wall, the distance from Liu Ming's house was gradually shortening. He never felt that he was So close to the sun.

After being alone for a long time, even when he heard other people talking, he couldn't help approaching the corner, wanting to steal some excitement from it, it didn't take much, one point was enough for him to hide and slowly rejoice.

The short time spent with Liu Ming was deeply buried in Xiao Lang's heart, and when he occasionally thought of it, it was like the entrance of a green plum, the sour taste swept across the entire tongue, but the sweetness came from an imperceptible corner, boiling hot Surprised his entire third year of junior high school.

If he had known that the price necessary for growth and transformation was so heavy, he would rather have never seen the light and longing, and be left in a dark corner to rust alone until death brought him eternal peace.

March 27, his birthday, Xiao Lang will never forget that day.

A car running a red light ran straight towards him. The sound of the car's horn mixed with the screams of the crowd fixed his gaze on the scene in front of him. This was the first time Xiao Lang felt the approach of death.

He thought a lot in an instant, but he didn't seem to think about anything, but his mind was blank.

I have no regrets, just a little reluctant.

Xiao Lang didn't react when he was hit by the violent impact, as if in a dream, he didn't feel the pain of tearing his eardrum as he imagined, and he didn't feel the feeling of being hit by a vehicle and his limbs were broken. Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment.

A second before the sweet liquid splashed on his face, he was embraced by a pair of warm and strong hands.

The heavy panting fell next to his ears, and the place covered by his palm was still a strong heartbeat.

Someone bore everything for him with flesh and blood.

When Xiao Lang stood up staggeringly, he saw Liu Ming lying in a pool of blood, with the birthday cake spilled into pieces.

Blood, red blood, everywhere in the world as far as he could see, he couldn't stop the blood flowing from Liu Ming's legs.

Xiao Lang tremblingly dialed the emergency number, until the piercing siren sounded, and Liu Shilong, who arrived later, twisted his face and punched him.

He knew that there was nothing he needed to do. Looking at the pool of bright red blood, his eyes darkened, and he fell into an endless nightmare.

Since then, he has been terrified when he sees blood.

"He... was given directly by the car?" Su Mianyang asked cautiously.

Xiao Lang lowered his eyelashes and shook his head.

In fact, because Liu Ming was rescued in time, his life was not in danger. The price was that his legs could no longer stand upright, and the follow-up expenses for surgery and treatment could be paid for by sky-high prices. disaster.

On the second day when Liu Ming was sober, Xiao Lang went to the hospital to visit him. Seeing the surviving person, Xiao Lang almost couldn't help crying.

"You little classmate, why don't you study hard at home and come to the hospital? I didn't have time to tell you yesterday, happy birthday," Liu Ming smiled, and reached out to touch his head. "Recently, he has made great progress and has a bright future."

Without saying a word, Xiao Lang buried his head in Liu Ming's embrace.

"Okay, let's go back to study." Liu Ming patted Xiao Lang on the back and said, "Don't waste time here."

"Why did you save me?" This was a question that Xiao Lang hadn't understood for a long time.

Liu Ming still has Liu Shilong, a complete family, and many, many things he doesn't have. Many people will be sad when Liu Ming suffers such a misfortune, but he only has himself.

Comparing the two, the best solution Xiao Lang can think of is lying here by himself.

"Isn't it only natural for a teacher to save his own students?" Liu Ming said with a smile, "Even if this factor is excluded, there are too many reasons for me to save you. Which one do you want to hear? I will tell you slowly when I go back. ?"

It was evening when he left the ward, Xiao Lang looked back at Liu Ming reluctantly, Liu Ming was lying quietly on the hospital bed and smiling at him, the warm orange light on his body was warm but not glaring, just like the lights beside the road in deep winter .

"Take the sunflower away." When Xiao Lang was about to leave, Liu Ming pointed to the pot of sunflowers beside his bed and said, "I planted it myself, and now I give it to you. I hope you can take good care of it for me." it."

Xiao Lang suddenly had heart palpitations. He had an illusion that he would never see Liu Ming again after leaving this door.

By accident, Xiao Lang asked that sentence: "When are you going back?"

Liu Ming was stunned and said, "It will be soon."

Xiao Lang didn't know what to say, he opened his mouth, and it took him a long time to say, "I'll wait for you to go home."

Seeing Xiao Lang's unwillingness to leave easily, Liu Ming suddenly smiled, and stretched out his right little finger, "I'll be home soon, pull the hook."

The hook is hung up and cannot be changed for 100 years.

The last thing Xiao Lang waited to get home was Liu Ming's urn. The young and energetic teacher didn't want to hurt his family, so he cut his wrist and committed suicide after leaving a suicide note.

Because the wrist was hidden in the quilt, the abnormality was not discovered until the blood stained the thick quilt, and by then there was no way to recover.

"I was probably born to bring misfortune to those around me," every frame of the memory was so clear, the fatigue revealed from the depths of his bones was about to kill him, Xiao Lang buried his head in his knees, "I heard that people who commit suicide will go to hell. Do you think he hates me so much that he will leave this world even if he goes to hell?"

Su Mianyang put his hand on the top of Xiao Lang's head, rubbing the smooth hair in his palm so that he couldn't help rubbing it lightly, "Do you believe that a person who is gentle to the bone will use suicide to punish others? He is You choose to leave only if you don’t want to burden the people around you, and what you can do is try to see the future that he hasn’t had time to see.”

Xiao Lang didn't say a word, quietly huddled in a corner of the seat.

Su Mianyang hugged Xiao Lang from his side, and hugged him into his arms like coaxing a child, "Xiao Lang, listen to me."

"this is not your fault."

Su Mianyang's strong heartbeat was next to his ear, and Xiao Lang felt the vibration of his close chest. The dark and narrow space is always the place where passions breed wildly.

I don't know who's breathing became disordered first, and when the smell of citrus permeated the entire nasal cavity, he heard Su Mianyang say softly: "You still have me, go forward, I will always be behind you."

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