Chapter 127 I want to follow you

When ordinary people see these gangsters in Chongming, it’s better not to hide, but to try to get in on their own. They blatantly looked at Jin Heng, took a few steps forward and surrounded him, looking snarky and laughing, making him feel oppressive.Ji Qiang: "Wen Yan? Why are you looking for him?"

This is a little girl. They specify that teasing and teasing must make people cry, but it's a pity that she is a thin boy.

Jin Heng lowered his head, and although his voice was small, it sounded calm: "I just want to thank him..."

The boys yelled, "Thank you? What are you thanking him for?"

"Brother Yan can still be thanked by others? Hahahaha, I laughed to death!"

"He's not in now."

Xu Meng was the last one to speak out, and I don’t know what Wen Yan told him. In short, he didn’t cause much trouble to Jin Heng. He leaned on one of the motorcycles, probably thinking that Jin Heng was being bullied and wanted to seek asylum., frowning: "Wen Yan doesn't care about other people's business."

After saying this, he waved to Yan Na and then sat astride the motorcycle. The latter sat directly behind him. Seeing this, the bad boys surrounding Jin Heng dispersed and rode away like wind on the motorcycle., leaving only a burst of exhaust gas, and the roar resounded through the treetops, covering the chirping of the cicadas for an instant.

Jin Heng stood there, not knowing what he was thinking. His figure fell into the shadow of the whirling trees, dividing his whole body into shadow blocks of different sizes. The noisy stalls selling food around him had nothing to do with him. The lifeless atmosphere cut off all those people.Human fireworks.

The system flew beside him: "Why do you have to find Wen Yan?"

Why do you have to find Wen Yan...

Jin Heng glanced at it, slowly stroked the knife in his sleeve, and smiled a little strangely: "Why don't you take a guess?"

Jin Heng is used to being the driving force behind the scenes. There are some things he wants to do, but he doesn't want to do it himself. It's like in his previous life, he stood aside and watched with cold eyes, driving Wen Yan to do those dirty things, saving worry and trouble.

None of them are clean, but Jin Heng just wants to be the one who is single.

Pang Yifan couldn't deal with it today. There were several accomplices gathered around him, so it was not easy to attack.Jin Heng carried his schoolbag and walked home step by step. He was far away from the noisy and crowded streets in front of the school. The surroundings were becoming more and more remote and deserted.

If Wen Yan didn't come, it could only be a fight.

When Jin Heng reached the road at the intersection, he was supposed to turn left, but for some reason, his steps deviated and he walked to the right. He was just trying his luck, but he didn't expect to meet Wen Yan.

An unfinished building that has been demolished but no one cares about it is the best place for bad boys to gather. The winding and crisscrossing road is also the best place for racing on motorcycles. Sometimes it is lively, sometimes it is deserted. Looking through the dim street lights,There were four or five people fighting in a group.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a group fight, because one of the parties is alone and appears to be quite weak.

Wen Yan fought fiercely and fiercely, never leaving any room for room, so much so that even in a one-on-one with four, he was clearly at a disadvantage. He received several punches from the opponent, and was finally forced to the ground.His appearance was completely opposite to that of the publicity and fierceness during the day.

Not surprising.

This is what society is like. Today you hit me, tomorrow I will hit you. If you want to avoid getting hurt, you have to avoid being caught alone for the rest of your life. It was obvious that Wen Yan was alone.

A tall boy who was leading him kicked him bitterly, and then he cursed bitterly, holding his stomach, which was bruised by Wen Yan's beating: "You fucking man, go crazy for me again, aren't you very crazy? Huh?"!”

He grabbed Wen Yan's hair and punched and kicked him. It was obvious that he had been suppressed by the other party before.

Jin Heng stood in the dark and counted their people. There were four in total, and they were all wounded. He rolled up his sleeves a little, revealing the knife hidden inside. He pushed the cold blade out a few inches without expression, as ifWant to try sharpness.

The system stammered: "Don't...don't use the knife..."

Jin Heng slowly looked at it with deep eyes.

The system made a suggestion: "Use bricks?"

The tall boy obviously didn't intend to let Wen Yan go so easily. He took out a heavy finger tiger from his pocket. The edges were sharp and could make people vomit blood with one punch.

Wen Yan didn't struggle, his broken hair blocked his eyes, his gaze was cold and dangerous.

The tall boy tried his strength. His right arm had a large tattoo and well-defined muscles. He looked down at Wen Yan: "If you crawl under my crotch today and beg for mercy, I might-"

"Snapped!"

Before he finished speaking, the tall boy suddenly looked startled, and then his steps swayed and he fell to the ground with a thud, revealing Jin Henglai standing behind him. He was holding half a brick in his hand, and there were alsoHalf of it was smashed and fell to the ground.

The other three accomplices were stunned when they saw this. Before they could react, they were hit hard in the abdomen one after another. They were kicked in the stomach by Jin Heng. They took a few steps back and subconsciously let go of Wen Yan.

"Walk!"

Jin Heng's voice was low and calm. He grabbed Wen Yan's wrist, and before the group of people could react, he pulled him forward and ran forward. The scenery on both sides changed rapidly and retreated, and the strong wind blew by his ears.He blew up the corner of his clothes and felt a tearing pain in his chest and lungs.

Noisy and angry curses came from behind: "Fuck! They ran away!"

"Hurry up!"

Jin Heng was sprinting in the dark night, with the hem of his clothes back and being pulled tightly into a straight line by the wind. Because he was going so fast, he didn't even bother to pick up his schoolbag when it fell from his shoulder. The only person holding on tightly was Wen Yan.With a clear goal in mind, he dragged the other person across the road, passed a few streets, and finally stopped in front of a nearby police station. Then, as if his strength was suddenly drained, his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

Jin Heng spent too much energy. He supported his body with his hands, his chest heaved up and down, and every breath was accompanied by tracheal pain. His hair was messy by the wind, and the clothes on his back were wet with cold sweat.The traces are completely exposed without the obstruction of the school bag.

Under the illumination of the street lamp in front of the police station, the bruises on Wen Yan's face were particularly obvious. He was breathing heavily, and his white T-shirt was covered with dusty dirt marks and blood stains, not to mention the bruises and scratches on his arms.

Wen Yan obviously didn't expect Jin Heng to appear here, because he couldn't hit him with eight poles. He took a deep breath and stood up from the ground. Even though he was in a mess, he still liked to look at people from a high position.

Wen Yan casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, licked the damaged wound with the tip of his tongue, and looked at Jin Heng with squinted eyes: "It's you."

Jin Heng was sitting on the ground, looking quite well-behaved. Hitting someone with a brick had nothing to do with him. He didn't speak, pursed his lips, and lowered his head habitually. His sweaty hair blocked the expression in his eyes.: "..."

Oh shit.

Wen Yan cursed in his heart and looked a little irritated. He was most annoyed by this boring quail. He couldn't hit him again and again, and he couldn't stop scolding him. He frowned and never let go. He narrowed his eyes and asked: "Who told youHelp me?"

What you are asking is, is it wrong to help him?

Jin Heng finally reacted, but he got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. He noticed that his shoulders were too light and he touched them out of habit. Only then did he realize that they had fallen off while running away.

If you lose it, just lose it.

Jin Heng paused imperceptibly, not paying much attention. He looked at Wen Yan, and after a moment, he said seriously: "I want to follow you."

He also said this sentence this morning, but Wen Yan ignored it. Now he said it again, which seemed a little more credible than in the morning.

Wen Yan sneered, thinking that it was just for this, and felt that he couldn't understand it. He stepped on the bench by the roadside and said without any sense of ethics: "Follow me? Why do you follow me?"

Jin Heng, a student from a key high school, why should he hang out with garbage like them from a vocational high school? If he is stupid in his studies, he might have something wrong with his studies.

Jin Heng did not say the reason: "There is no reason."

Wen Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one, held it in his mouth, lit it with fire, his pupils were dark, and seemed a bit obscured by the smoke. He threw the remaining cigarette and lighter to Jin Heng: "smokes."

Jin Heng raised his hand to catch it: "I won't smoke."

Wen Yan hissed, thinking which elementary school student from kindergarten couldn't even smoke a cigarette. He blew out a puff of smoke and raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't even smoke cigarettes and you want to follow me?"

Jin Heng looked at the cigarette in his hand. Because he had kept it in his pocket for too long, it was still stained with body temperature. He asked without emotion, "Can I follow you after I smoke it?"

Wen Yan: "I didn't say that."

He felt that Jin Heng was brave, and he was really brave, but according to Yan Na, Jin Heng was one of the students who was bullied the most in the class. How could such a person have the courage to separate himself from those gangsters?Pulled out of the pile.

Wen Yan stood on the roadside and finished smoking a cigarette. He didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing that those people didn't catch up, he kicked the gravel at his feet with a whoosh, and it fell right in front of Jin Heng.

Jin Heng raised his eyes and looked at him.

Wen Yan stood on the roadside and didn't look at him: "I don't even know how to fight. Go home to your mother as soon as possible."

Heaven and earth testify, this is the most elegant sentence in Wen Yan's vocabulary of curses. After he finished speaking, he touched the bruise at the corner of his mouth. The look in his eyes was a bit scary for a moment. He glanced at the traffic on the left and right, and then walked straight across the road and left.The figure quickly disappeared into the night.

He was indeed a gangster, and he didn't even say thank you.

Jin Heng knew that Wen Yan was not that easy to approach, so he slowly looked away, and then walked home step by step. He tapped the corner of the cigarette box with his slender fingertips, took out a cigarette, and then skillfully lit it with a lighter.Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, the sparks flickered and flickered.

Just because you don't smoke doesn't mean you don't know how to smoke.

Maybe Jin Heng is no longer a good student. From a very early age, his evil thoughts gradually piled up higher than the mountain.

The next day was the monthly exam, and Jin Heng's schoolbag was gone. Fortunately, he didn't have any important information. He put a pencil and a water-based pen in his pocket, and went to school empty-handed.

There are many breakfast stalls in front of the school. Jin Heng usually skips breakfast, but he was too physically exhausted yesterday and had a full day of exams today, so he bought a cup of the cheapest soy milk.

The boss quickly filled a cup of soy milk and gave it to him: "Two dollars."

Jin Heng touched his pocket and was about to take out the money when a basketball suddenly hit his feet, and then jumped away due to the rebound. Looking along, he saw a group of bad boys standing under the shade of a tree not far away., the blue and white school uniforms are either tied around the waist or draped on the shoulders. In short, no one wears them well. They are obviously students from Chongming.

The person who threw the ball just now was Wen Yan. He seemed to be waiting here specially. He said something to the group of people beside him, and then walked towards Jin Heng. He held a black schoolbag in his hand and threw it directly to Jin Heng.Asked him: "Your bag."