Ran Qingzhuang never knew that it was me who was delivering breakfast to him. During the sports meeting, he said that he didn't know which girl delivered it.

"The man gave me banana milk and red bean bread? Is there something wrong with him?"

I stared at him in a daze, my chest hurt so much that it even covered the pain in my knees for a while.

It turns out that boys who give him breakfast will make him so disgusted.

I swallowed the words that came to my lips, and in the end I didn't say anything.

Breakfast is served daily as usual, just with more care. I was afraid that he would find out and think I was sick.

During the summer vacation that year, even though it was the third year of high school, I still insisted on going to the night market with my mother at night to help her out.

She couldn't beat me, plus there were indeed more people and better business during the summer vacation, so she agreed to take me with her. But she didn't let me do the heavy work, and only gave me the simplest.

She frys the crispy meat in the front, and I prepare the ingredients in the back. Sitting on a small stool, pour all kinds of ingredients and seasonings into the basin, stir evenly with gloves, and then you are done.

In fact, I don't feel ashamed of myself doing these things. There is nothing to be ashamed of when I make money in an upright manner. But when I saw Ran Qingzhuang and Lin Sheng walking here side by side from a distance, I still turned around subconsciously, not wanting to be seen by them when I was covered in flour and oil. To be more precise, he did not want to be seen by Ran Qingzhuang.

The hands are not very expensive either. Shaking my rubber-gloved hands, I thought to myself.

"Do you want to eat this?"

Lin Sheng's voice came from behind me, and I was so excited that I almost wanted to run away. I'm really afraid of what's coming. There are so many stalls in the night market, why did they stop at us?

I closed my eyes and prayed inwardly that they would never look this way, never look.

"No, you have to eat and buy yourself." Ran Qingzhuang's voice continued.

"Forget it, let's go."

"It's so hot, I want to go back."

"We've only been around for half an hour..."

"gone back."

"what?"

Maybe my prayers had an effect. The two of them didn't stop. I quietly looked back and saw only a little of their backs in the crowd.

I always watch them from a distance.

I stared at Ran Qingzhuang's back, which was particularly striking because of his height, until I couldn't see him at all.

Chapter 56 Thank You

Maybe because of Ran Zheng's relationship, Ran Qingzhuang subconsciously also has a concept of "territory".

He is like an immature, ignorant and immature beast. Wherever he goes, he encircles it as his territory, and instinctively protects the things in the territory from being invaded by foreign enemies.

As if to draw a clear line with his father, he almost stubbornly maintains a simple and crude "justice", relying on fists, relying on the flesh, and relying on those "violence" that in the eyes of others are nothing but random things.

Little Black's death was greatly stimulated to him, especially when the dog abuse video spread in the school, it was simply a salt on his wound.

His territory was ruthlessly trampled on, those people wantonly ravaged the things he had been carefully guarding, challenged his reason, moved his nerves, and made him suddenly change from a silent and reliable guardian to a brutal and tyrannical tyrant.

He began to be indifferent to all the existence of Little Black, pushing all the potential dangers, and the protection of "territory" to the point of discipline.

And I broke with him because of this.

I will make up for Zhaofeng, which is purely a coincidence.

After the death of Little Black, I knew that Ran Qingzhuang was uncomfortable, and I wanted to do something for him to do something for Little Black.But at that time, I was just a poor student who studied cello. I couldn't do anything that I could do. I could do limited.

The best way to think of it is to print out the incident into large-character posters, and paste them on the school gate of the Southern Vocational College, in an attempt to attack the murderer from a psychological level.

I typed more than a dozen A4-sized notices, and I went to the Southern Vocational College alone before dawn. It was already October at that time, the sky was getting late, and the road was still dim at five o'clock, only the sky was a little white.

I rolled up the big-character poster, sneaked out the glue and drew a big fork on the notice board outside the gate of the Southern Vocational College. I was about to slap the paper on it, when an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded.

"It's rare to start posting 'psoriasis' at such a young age as you."

I shivered with fright, and the big-character poster let go of my hand and scattered on the ground. Looking at the place where the sound came from, only to find that in front of the green belt not far away, the street lamp was down, and there was a young man wearing a southern vocational school uniform and dyed flax hair squatting on the curb.

Maybe I was too nervous in front of me. I kept scanning my surroundings horizontally, but I didn't think to look down, but I missed the "darkness under the light".

The other party held a book in his hand, half looked up at me, and suddenly slapped him on the side of the neck.

"Fuck, there are mosquitoes today?" He glanced at the palm of his hand and cursed.

When I was slapped by his slap, my heart swayed twice, and I was about to run away at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

"Oh, I know about this..." He shook the big-character poster and asked, "Are you from Honggao?"

I tightened my jacket and covered the inner school uniform more tightly. Seeing that he had no intention of attacking, I bent down and picked up the papers on the ground one by one.

"What's the use of writing this? Let the conscience of those people be condemned, and they ran in front of you and cried bitterly? They have posted the video themselves, and they are afraid of your big-character poster?"

I picked up my own, ignored him, picked it up in front of him, reached out and tried to retrieve the one in his hand, but he avoided it with a wave of his hand.

"In this way, I will help you find out who the murderer is. You will expose their names and make them feel ashamed..." He raised his chin and pointed to the big-character report in my hand, "It's not as exciting as these psoriasis. ?"

There is nothing to be courteous, and I am not a fool, I guess he must have something to ask for.

"You help me? Why are you helping me?"

He smiled and said, "It's not in vain, you still have to pay some price, you have to make up for me. Hey, what are your eyes, what do you think I'm feeding mosquitoes here in the early morning? I'm here to study, study If it weren't for the snoring in the bedroom that I couldn't read the book, would I be hiding the words?"