The Sick and Weak Horse Dressed As a Villain

At the same time, in the Furong tea room, after the police rushed upstairs to ask questions, Lin Zhaoming later realized that the young man who had saved him was nowhere to be seen.

He frowned and said, "Where will you give birth just after that?"

Lin Zihui touched his head with a dazed expression: "Yes, I was here just now, why is it missing?"

"Fine," Lin Zhaoming waved his hand, "Anyway, he left the card. If he wants me to pay back the favor, he will definitely look for me."

The conscience of heaven and earth, Chen Canan, who carried Qiao Wen's luck on his back, really didn't expect to ask for this big oolong favor.

Screaming made two turns, and after leaving the hustle and bustle, he finally panted and slowed down, but he still didn't let the person on his back come down.

Qiao Wen reminded him: "Brother Nan, I will go by myself."

Chen Canan said: "It's okay, I'll carry you on my back, lest you take two steps and breathe."

Qiao Wen laughed, but broke free from him and went to the ground.

Chen Jianan looked at him up and down with the dim yellow night light, and said suspiciously: "Is it all right?"

Qiao Wen smiled and spread his hands: "It's okay."

Chen Jianan still looked at him side-by-side, and finally believed that there was nothing wrong with him. He couldn't help but sighed with emotion: "I saw you hanging out this morning. This is only one day, and it's so much better. Magic."

Qiao Wen: "I couldn't eat anything before. I woke up today and drank water and ate porridge. Naturally, it was much better."

Chen Jianan nodded: "That's true. I have never loved getting sick since I was a child. I just have a good appetite. If I'm hungry, I can give me a bowl of pig food."

Qiao Wen: "..." There is no need for such a comparison.

As if thinking of something, Chen Jianan stretched out his hand on his mouth and tore off the bushy beard. Maybe it was too tightly stained. He grinned in pain and took a breath.

Without his beard, his young one fell into Qiao Wen's eyes. Only then did he have an intuitive concept of his appearance. The original book didn't describe Chen Canan's appearance in detail, except that he should look good. After all, he was nicknamed Liang Zinan.

But at this moment Qiao Wen saw his appearance clearly, still a little surprised.

He originally thought that even if Chen Canan was handsome, according to the cruel manner in the center of the original book, this handsomeness must be a fierce and rough line.

However, Chen Jianan without a beard, but unexpectedly handsome Zhou Zheng, coupled with wearing a shirt specially today, even quite a bit of a handsome temperament.

It’s just that Qiao Wen’s accident did not last for two seconds, and was broken by a national curse from the handsome young man with a beard: "Fuck, what a shit!"

Although Chen Jianan is a native of Changgang City, his father is a native of Beijing and Tianjin.

The walled city and even the entire port city originally came from all corners of the world. Shanghai people gather together to speak Shanghai dialect, Hokkien people speak Hokkien dialect, and Chaoshan dialect can be seen everywhere. The original Xiao Qiaowen listened to Wu Nong's soft words from his grandmother since he was a child, and he spoke with a soft voice.

Qiao Wen retracted his evaluation of his Qing Lang Junya and said: "By the way, that was the killer in the teahouse just now. Although you broke the personnel, but you also saved the boss, you did a good deed. How can you say that you got into trouble? Do you know the killer? Afraid that someone will come to trouble you?"

Chen Jianan shook his head: "I don't know."

"That's not enough, you are dressed today, I don't expect to see you in the future, you won't recognize it. Don't worry, it's a good thing to save people anyway."

"I..." Chen Canan touched his head and stopped talking. He really didn't know him, but Lord Leopard definitely knew him.

Seeing his appearance, Qiao Wen tentatively asked: "Brother Nan, are you hiding something from me?"

Chen Jianan hurriedly clasped his shoulders and shook his head, haha ​​said: "Of course not, how can I hide your golden eyes."

Although the original body is thin and weak, it may be because of the good genes. He is not low, but compared to Chen Jianan, he is still half a head shorter. At this time, although Chen Jianan was still a young man with a thin body, he was a big man of northerners' standards, and Qiao Wen only felt that he was really weak.

Fearing that his deeds of becoming a killer would fail, Chen Jianan touched his cheek affectionately and changed the subject: "Why is your face cold? Your body has just improved. The wind is strong at night, so don't catch the cold. I will put my clothes on. Take it off to you."

Probably the original body was used to getting close to him, and Qiao Wen naturally didn't feel any discomfort from such a touch. He wears a thin palm and warmth, and it is quite comfortable against his face.

He shook his head: "It's all in May, I still feel hot, and it's cool to blow."

Chen Jianan didn't take off his clothes again when he heard the words, only wrapped him in his arms, and said with a smile: "You have always been afraid of cold or heat, then I will hold you and block the wind for you, so as not to blow too much wind."

The young man’s body was hot, and Qiao Wen didn’t really feel cold. He laughed and said, “It’s very hot.”

Because the original body is always short of breath, this voice seems to be acting like a baby.

Chen Jianan still embraced him: "Why don't I feel hot?"

The two talked and laughed, and walked slowly to the entrance of the walled city. The neon flashes of the metropolis suddenly became a distant background after entering the laneway, an invisible boundary dividing the inside and outside of the walled city into two worlds. Inside is a dark and dirty slum, and outside is a bustling metropolis.

There should have been a power outage again, and the walled city that hadn't seen the sun was there. At this moment, there was only a little moonlight that barely penetrated in. A few mice passed by the cramped lanes, making harsh squeaking noises, and they did not run away when they saw people, which was extremely arrogant.

Although Qiao Wen felt a little disgusting, he didn't feel scared. In addition, he had seen this scene shiningly in the daytime, and he was extremely calm at the moment.

However, Chen Canan stood nervously forward, stepped heavily under his feet a few times, while driving out the unknown creatures in the dark, while pulling Qiao Wen to lead him.

His such care made Qiao Wen suddenly think of Lin Nan. From small to large, he always rushed in front of him whenever he encountered danger.

When I was young, I didn't feel that there was anything. I didn't realize that the friendship was precious until I lost it.

Qiao Wen in this world is tragic, but also lucky. At least during the years when he lived in the Kowloon Walled City, he met Chen Jianan and protected him like his brother.

If it were not for his short life, Chen Canan in the original book would probably not embark on the road of no return. Now he replaced that poor young man, no matter what he would live in this world in the future, but at least he had to take Chen Jianan into the right path.

The two lived in an eight-story tenement building, one on the second floor and the third floor, just on and off.

Before reaching the door, Chen Canan called out loudly: "Grandma, we are back."

As soon as the voice fell, the door at the corridor entrance on the second floor opened from the inside, and the old women showed out his old face, and said with a soft smile: "Finally, he is back. Hao Zi said that Awen is in good health. Go out and go around. Breathable, I was still worried that something would happen to someone alone. After waiting at home for a long time, I was relieved to see that it was coming back with Anan."

Chen Canan said: "That is, with me, Awen will never have an accident."

Granny Joe laughed: "I have cooked the soup, Anan, you have a bowl before you go upstairs."

Chen Jianan touched his belly: "I just ate evening tea with Xiao Qiao, and I can't hold my stomach now. You Xiao Qiao can drink it. I'm going up now, and I have something to call me."

Qiao Wen watched him upstairs and walked slowly into the house.

Granny Qiao looked at him up and down by candlelight: "It's okay? Anan said that you are treating your illness at Uncle Hua's, and you can't see the wind, so I don't want to see you for the time being. These few days are really worrying me."

Qiao Wen looked at the grandmother in front of him. She was wearing an old indigo-blue coarse cloth cheongsam. She had embroidered black cloth shoes on her feet. Her hair was tied with a bamboo hairpin. Although she was dressed in an extremely simple manner, her face was already covered with gullies, but it was true. Quite a legacy of the eldest daughter of the Republic of China.

Because of the original body, Qiao Wen has an instinctive sense of closeness to her. He held the old man's hand into the door: "Grandma, I'm fine."

He was dizzy just after speaking, and couldn't help but gasp twice.

Upon seeing this, my grandmother hurriedly helped him sit on the old cloth sofa next to him: "Sit down, Hao Tsai took the medicine back for you. It is warming up on the stove. Drink the medicine first and then some soup."

Qiao Wen said: "Thank you, grandma."

Granny Joe smiled and said: "What are our grandparents and grandson doing politely?"

Seeing a bowl of black Chinese medicine in his hand, Qiao Wen hesitated and drank it with his head up. Then there was an extra maltose in his mouth, which was stuffed by the grandmother.

The original bitter mouth was instantly occupied by sweetness.

He curled his lips at his grandma and smiled.

Seeing him smiling, the grandmother laughed sincerely: "Yes, I should smile more, it's not good to be frowning all day long."

Qiao Wen looked at her calmly. A rich daughter experienced war and family downfall. After her son, daughter-in-law and husband left one after another, she was alone in the chaotic slum and raised a sick grandson. This woman cannot be said to be not strong.

Qiao Wen ate sugar, drank a small bowl of white fungus soup, put the bowl slowly, and said: "Grandma, when I get better, I will go find a job. If we make money, we will move to the apartment outside. You too No need to sell dry goods anymore."

Grandma looked at him lovingly and smiled and said, "Grandma doesn't count on how much money you make, as long as you are in good health."

Qiao Wen didn't say much, just nodded and said: "Grandma, go and rest, leave me alone."

"Okay, Hao Tsai helped make two buckets of water. I burned a pot while it was still hot. You go to bed early after washing. If you have anything to do, call grandma."

"good."

There was no running water in the Kowloon Walled City in this period. There were only eight public faucets and wells. Residents had to fetch water every day. The Qiao family was old and weak. In these years, Chen Jianan and Hao Tsai had taken care of the water at home.

In such an environment, there are no water heaters and flush toilets in the home, and the bathing place is on the balcony, the two-square-meter balcony, which doubles as a kitchen and a shower room.

Fortunately, Qiao Wen has rich experience in the field and is not so particular about it.

This body has been lying in Uncle Hua's black clinic for four or five days. After filling it with an unknown amount of decoction, the whole body smells pungent.

After bumping into the teahouse earlier, Qiao Wen took off his clothes and realized that he was actually green and painful at the touch. What kind of body is this, so fragile.

He sighed helplessly and took a hot bath seriously. It really felt more comfortable, but he was too tired, as if he had done a lot of work.

Back in the room, the room was quiet, grandma was already asleep.

Qiao Wen sat down on his wooden single bed and blew out the candle on the table. While wiping his hair, with the moonlight outside the window, he looked around the small room.

Originally this was a room, separated into two rooms inside and outside. Grandma slept inside and he slept outside.

Outside this room of less than ten square meters, it also serves as a living room and dining room. Except for the bed underneath, there is only a small cloth sofa, a small coffee table, and a wooden cabinet. As for the household appliances, except for a floor-to-ceiling table. Fans and radios are nothing else.

There is a little space left barely enough to accommodate people.

However, the room is very clean, and I want to come here for the grandchildren who are quite particular.

Qiao Wen's hair was short, and after blowing on the fan, he was almost done.

He lay down on the bed, the quilt smelled clean and fresh, which made people feel at ease.

Probably because this body had been lying down for too long, he was not sleepy for a while, so he could only look at the faint moonlight outside the small window with his head in a daze.

So Qiao Wen couldn't help but think of Lin Nan again, wondering if he, like himself, went to another world, was it good or bad?

It should be good to think about it, after all, he is a person who shines everywhere.

He was in a daze when the window under the moonlight suddenly climbed up a black shadow and hung on it like a giant bat, blocking out most of the dim light.

Qiao Wendeng was so excited when he thought that the bats in this walled city had become refined? How is it similar to humans?

No, the "big bat" suddenly penetrated into the individual's head and said in a low voice: "Xiao Qiao, are you asleep?"

It turned out not to be a big bat, but Chen Canan.