Chapter 14: Xiaoyan's Home
Thinking of my conflict with Cheng Xiaoyan and how she had teased me in class, I hesitated.
It's only a matter of time for a little gangster like this to end up like this. Why should I worry about it?
After all, I was a little worried, so I followed him out.
From far away, you can still hear her crying.
Obviously drunk, but conscious.
Struggling and flapping, to no avail.
A few thugs, grinning, controlled her and dragged her into a broken pickup truck.
I vaguely heard them discussing taking Cheng Xiaoyan to some rental house, playing with her, and taking photos of her.
"help me--"
The heart-wrenching cry sounded again.
With despair!
Yes, despair!
This feeling of despair involuntarily reminded me of the patients suffering from illness while patrolling Building D every night.
My heart was filled with warmth, and I walked over without knowing what I was thinking.
"Let her go."
The lines are so well-known, it's a bit like acting in a movie.
But judging from the fierce looks of the gangsters, they didn't treat me as the protagonist.
"Kid, stop meddling in other people's business and get out of here!"
The guy with the messy hair roared viciously.
"Hey, Tian Zhiyong?"
One of the thugs exclaimed.
Only then did I realize that he was a boy in the class.
I forgot his name, but he often played cards with Cheng Xiaoyan.
Unexpectedly, he was also involved.
"Know him?" asked Jiwotou and others.
The man nodded and told me my background.
When they heard that I was a student and didn't seem to have any power in the school, several people immediately ignored me and had no intention of letting me leave. They surrounded me with bad intentions.
The chicken-cooped-headed man tilted his neck and sneered: "Want to be a hero and save the beauty? You still——"
boom!
Before he could finish his words, I kicked him in the stomach.
It was a frontal kick with considerable force.
The chicken-coop-haired guy groaned and fell directly to the ground.
The other thugs were startled, then flew into a rage, swearing and rushing towards me.
I went to a sports school in junior high school and practiced Sanda for three years. I wouldn't say I can compare with professionals, but it was still easy for me to beat up a few hooligans who were drained of their bodies by alcohol and sex.
He took a step forward, and instead of retreating, he punched the thug in front on the head. Instead of knocking him out directly, he grabbed his ear, pulled him, and used him as a shield, and pushed him hard towards the crowd.
brush!
Whip kick and side kick, a series of movements, without any fancy moves.
They had no weapons and it was purely hand-to-hand combat. They had no ability to fight back at all. In less than a few minutes, they were beaten to a pulp and lay on the ground.
I hardly got hurt, except that I hadn't exercised for a long time, so I strained my ligaments a little, and also twisted my waist when I turned my hips.
Cheng Xiaoyan had already come behind me, holding my arms, shivering like a wounded kitten, her little face pale.
I've never seen her look .
Suddenly, the resentment towards her lessened a bit.
I patted her shoulder and asked softly, "Call the police?"
"Forget... forget it." Cheng Xiaoyan shivered and shook her head.
I didn't say anything and let her hold my arms and turn away.
We arrived at a convenience store and I asked her to wait outside, but she refused and shook her head. I had no choice but to take her in and buy her a bottle of honey water and asked the clerk to heat it up a little.
My mother said that honey is good for sobering up, and after she drank it, she felt much better.
The two left the convenience store and walked aimlessly on the road, one after another in silence.
After a long time, she seemed to realize something, and she let go of me as if she had received an electric shock. A blush appeared on her face, and she forced a smile: "Hey, you don't blame me for taking advantage of you, right?"
I smiled and said, "It's just an arm. It's okay to lend it to you for a while."
"When you were in school, I saw you were well-behaved and rarely had conflicts with others. I didn't expect you to be so good at fighting!" Cheng Xiaoyan looked at me with some admiration.
I glanced at her and said, "I have trained a little bit before... By the way, what's wrong with you? Aren't we all friends? Why did you become like this?"
Hearing this, Cheng Xiaoyan showed some resentment on her face: "Bah! What friend? You know Zhang X, right? That bastard had a birthday and tricked me into going over to drink. Who knew he invited so many shamatte guys and kept forcing me to drink. I will never forgive this bastard in the future."
I listened quietly without expressing any opinion.
Cheng Xiaoyan didn't say anything, but looked at me worriedly and said, "Tian Zhiyong, do you think I'm the same kind of person as them?"
"Yes." I nodded without denying.
"You misunderstood. I just like to play a little, but with these guys, I really don't..." Cheng Xiaoyan looked aggrieved.
"Stop!" I interrupted coldly, "You don't need to explain this to me. The ones who should be explained are your parents. I just want to know what they would think if they knew you were hanging out with these idiots."
Cheng Xiaoyan bit her lip: "I don't have any parents."
I was surprised.
Just as I was about to ask, Cheng Xiaoyan suddenly asked me, "Can you take me home?"
I wondered why the subject was changed again, but I nodded anyway.
No matter what, be a good person to the end.
No conversation along the way.
Following Cheng Xiaoyan, we walked through one alley after another for about half an hour and finally arrived at a place similar to a village in the city.
Most of the houses here are old, with potholes on the ground and many fruit trees planted nearby. When the wind blows, the leaves rustle like a woman crying.
I'm a little curious, does Cheng Xiaoyan live here?
"arrive."
Cheng Xiaoyan stopped in front of a self-built house.
The structure of the house was ordinary, with dark and mottled walls, old and as if made of rubble. This kind of house would definitely not be able to withstand the cold in winter. There was a small yard outside the house, and a little yellow dog saw its owner coming back and happily wagged its tail to greet him.
"Is this your home?" I was a little surprised. Looking at Cheng Xiaoyan's dress, she didn't look like a village girl at all.
Cheng Xiaoyan smiled and nodded: "Yes, I live with grandma."
"Yan Yan."
An old voice was heard from inside the house.
"Grandma is calling me, I'm going in!" Cheng Xiaoyan waved at me with a bright smile, "See you at school tomorrow."
"Um."
I don’t know why, but I always feel that Cheng Xiaoyan is a little weird, but I can’t tell why.
It wasn't until Cheng Xiaoyan entered the house that I took a look inside.
The room was very dark, with no lights on and only a red candle lit... Faintly, one could see the hunched figure of an old man, who seemed to be sitting on a chair.
No way, there’s no electricity?
Besides, lighting a red candle in the middle of the night is too creepy, right?
I shook my head and was about to leave when I suddenly heard Cheng Xiaoyan screaming from inside:
"Why? Why would you still do this?"
"Grandma, please go to bed. Please go to bed!"
There was unspeakable indignation in Cheng Xiaoyan's crying.
Clang——
Then, there was a sound of something falling.
I was stunned for a moment, worried that something had happened, and hurried to the door. Just as I was about to knock, the candlelight inside went out with a whoosh...
