Anti-theft seal, purchase 40 for the full text as the threshold. It’s okay. Yuan Xiaoyang holds up a smile, but he’s a little tired, and now he’s much better.

Yuan Xiaoyang smiled at the others, but when it was time to rest, his smile collapsed as soon as he stepped back to the back of the store.

He found a corner that was invisible for himself, squatted on the ground and buried his head in his knees, curled himself up, today he was a lamb ball that no one wanted to put into his arms.

After the rest time, Yuan Xiaoyang looked up and wiped his face, and when he walked to the front desk, he smiled again.

On the other end, Lu Lang buried his face in the pillow and did not move.

All kinds of chaotic thoughts appeared in his mind. In the end, those thoughts faded away, and only Yuan Xiaoyang's face appeared in his mind.

It only took a few seconds from the time he threw his schoolbag out to the door, but it was enough for him to see Yuan Xiaoyang's expression clearly. It was an extremely injured expression.

After Yuan Xiaoyang spoke for him, he hurt Yuan Xiaoyang mercilessly. He thought Yuan Xiaoyang would cry, but Yuan Xiaoyang did not. Maybe there was, but he didn't see it, but he didn't care about these things.

Anyway, he will never really become someone's hero, so why bother with anyone?

He is just a useless person, no one needs to say, he understands it himself.

He always knew what he was. Some people overestimate him, which made him even more embarrassed. He would rather everyone agree that he was bad, and it would be better not to care about him and let him rot there silently.

The phone rang, and Lu Lang looked at the screen for a moment before picking up.

Lang Ge, come out quickly! The friend on the other end of the phone said, someone is making an appointment, come quickly! This time I will kill those cubs!

Lu Lang was silent for a moment, and finally a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He was indeed a fight and troublemaker. His brother was right, it was Yuan Xiaoyang who misunderstood him.

Where? When I got there, I was about to beat someone up.

That night, Lu Lang fought hard.

He didn't understand who the person was beaten. Anyway, the rules among them were the same. If the brothers needed them, they would go. Just like last time he wanted to beat the group of Shamatts, Zhou Qiang asked without asking, so he found a group of people.

This time the other party was also a ruthless person, and both sides fought to the death. After a melee, Lu Lang made his fist bleeding, the corners of his mouth were broken, and the saliva he vomited was covered with blood. The few bruises that Yuan Xiaoyang had carefully pushed for him with medicinal oil were even covered by new injuries, and he was covered with ferociousness.

Lu Lang panted and leaned against the wall, beside him were the gangsters fighting with him, and a group of people were out of breath.

They regarded Lu Lang as a real brother, but in fact, Lu Lang couldn't remember their names. He would just get along with them, just to find some of the same bastards to be friends with.

Lang Ge made a very fierce blow today, knocking down one with one punch! Someone patted Lu Lang on the shoulder, and I saw that someone had even his teeth knocked off.

Lu Lang smiled, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth, which was wiped away by him at will.

Those damn girls, I dare to take the girls I like! One of them said, "Look at if they have the courage to look at me."

This person is the protagonist of this fight. He fell in love with a little girl, but before he could make progress, he found that someone was interested in the little girl. Neither of them was good at it and immediately became enemies.

Hello, your girl is quite spicy and has a good vision.

Of course, my chest was so big. The speaker made a vulgar move, and a group of people covered in wounds burst into laughter tacitly.

Lu Lang also laughed, but it was not the one who laughed at other people's girls, but couldn't help laughing at himself. He fought desperately for the girl he loved, but he didn't even know what the other person looked like, which was really funny.

Lu Lang spitted blood foam at the ground, thinking that he should really let Yuan Xiaoyang see this way. Yuan Xiaoyang was afraid that those group of samattes were actually a little better, and he was a good guy with those people.

Lu Lang did not go home that day, and followed the group of people all night.

Usually he is not interested in having fun. Every time he goes out to play with everyone, he often sits aside, drinks his own wine and plays with his own mobile phone. Those sensual activities are not attractive to him and are bored.

Therefore, every time Yuan Xiaoyang comes, he will push those appointments. Anyway, lying on the bed to watch Yuan Xiaoyang do his homework is more fun than following a group of people around.

However, that night, he finally went crazy with everyone, laughing and making trouble. Anyway, he is just a useless waste, so it would be better to live a more wasteful life.

Lu Lang didn't go home until noon the next day.

He was in a mess, dressed in a mess, was covered in wounds, and had a strong smell of wine.

Aunt Chen was greeted by him in the house. Aunt Chen was stunned when he saw him like this and shouted in a low voice: My young master! What's wrong with you?

Lu Lang shook his head and said nothing, lowered his head and was about to go upstairs.

Aunt Chen hurriedly grabbed him and whispered: Your brother has been waiting for you all night, and he is still waiting for you. Don’t quarrel with him when you see him.

Lu Lang still shook his head and continued to go upstairs.

But as soon as he reached the second floor, he saw Lu Yan standing in the aisle, his face looking very ugly.

What are you doing? Lu Lang ignored him and walked straight to the third floor. But after just taking a few steps, Lu Yan reached out to grab him, shouted, and answered me!

Don't you see it? Lu Lang looked up at him.

What else do you do besides fighting? Lu Yan's eyes widened, and his face similar to Lu Lang was filled with anger.

Lu Lang shook his hand away, and the phone in his hand that was too strong was thrown against the wall, making a loud noise. Lu Lang whispered: Then what else do you do besides yelling at me?

The next second, Lu Yan raised his hand and slapped Lu Lang.

Lu Lang was beaten to the point of turning his head and widened his eyes.

What can I do? I make money to support you. When I go home, it depends on your expression. When I see you go to do a bastard again, I have to cheer and encourage you, right? Is it? Mr. Lu?

I will give you a good life and spend money on you. Why did I treat you badly? What kind of thing did you live? Today you still know that you will not come back next time. Should I go to the prison to find you, or the morgue to find you?

Lu Lang, are you worthy of yourself?

You don’t have to be worthy of anyone, no one cares about it, you just need to be worthy of yourself!

Lu Yan's eyes turned red when he spoke. The two brothers looked at each other with excitement in their eyes.

Aunt Chen was stunned when she stood downstairs and didn't have the courage to persuade her, let alone how could she persuade her? Xiaolang has been naughty since she was a child and has caused trouble a lot. She is so old and is still ignorant. His brother doesn't know how to teach, and he will beat and scold her when he encounters something. Xiaolang and his brother's relationship is not as good as the relationship with her, an outsider.

She looked at the two brothers worriedly, thinking that it was really a fight but what should I do

However, they did not fight in the end. Lu Lang lowered his head and walked downstairs quickly, leaving the house with a tense face and without looking back.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Lang walked alone on the street. He was handsome but embarrassed, and he repeatedly attracted everyone's attention. In normal times, he would have been glaring at people, but today he didn't have the intention.

Today he left home in a hurry, with nothing but clothes and shoes. He even left his phone because he threw Lu Yan away. Now he has no penny.

He didn't even drink saliva all day, let alone eat, even if he was in a bad mood, he was honestly hungry.

He stood outside the glass wall of the restaurant, watching the people inside feast on their feast, and unconsciously licked his lips, like a hungry wolf.

He looked at it for a while and turned around and left again.

If he was still angry yesterday, he was only confused now.

His brother was really angry this time. Can he still go back to this company?

But is that his home? His brother is right. The person who makes money is not him, he is just a parasite. Where does the parasite come from? He just sucks blood everywhere.

But where can he go now?

There are many friends' homes, but when he encounters such a thing, he doesn't know who he can go to.

When I went to Tang Jixiang's house, I must have heard Tang Jixiang say some comforting words that were not itchy or painful; when I went to Zhou Qiang's house, I heard Zhou Qiang's scolding, and then told him not to go home and go out for a while.

But what can he go out and do? He really wants to do this for the rest of his life?

But what else can he do if he doesn't keep going? What will he do?

Lu Lang looked at the crowded crowds around him and didn't know where he should go.

As he walked, he unknowingly came to the milk tea shop where Yuan Xiaoyang worked.

Next to the milk tea shop is a barbecue stall, so the milk tea shop is still booming at around 9 o'clock in the evening. He saw a few small boys among the clerks busying calmly.

He looked at Yuan Xiaoyang and couldn't help but think of Yuan Xiaoyang's injured expression again.

He told Yuan Xiaoyang that there was no future, and that meant that Yuan Xiaoyang would go away and not appear in front of him. This sentence also told him that since he could no longer be a friend, why should he think of the other person hypocritically?

Lu Lang was about to turn his head and leave, but before he could turn his head, Yuan Xiaoyang looked up and intersected his eyes.

He saw Yuan Xiaoyang shrank in reflex, and couldn't help but snorted and laughed, thinking that this guy was indeed a lamb, and he was afraid of seeing him. Okay, he left, he wouldn't let Yuan Xiaoyang be afraid.

Lu Lang!

Unexpectedly, Yuan Xiaoyang suddenly ran out of the store and ran straight towards him.

He stood there, seeing that Yuan Xiaoyang was so scared that he ran to him, and asked with a worried look: Why are you injured? Is it important?

Lu Lang shook his head gently.

Does it hurt? Is there anyone chasing you?

Lu Lang didn't say anything. Yuan Xiaoyang saw that he was covered in wounds and was so anxious that he looked around and was afraid that someone would come out to beat Lu Lang, so he simply took his hand and dragged him back to the store.

Xiaoyu! Help me, I'll come back soon. Yuan Xiaoyang told the other clerks at the front desk, hurriedly pulled Lu Lang to the back of the store, and pressed him to sit in the corner where he was sitting this evening that outsiders could not see.

Yuan Xiaoyang asked Lu Lang to sit down and ran around again, took out the medicine from the medicine box, and ran back to Lu Lang.

Lu Lang sat, and he half-kneeled in front of Lu Lang, his face full of nervousness and worry, and he whispered: Why is it so hurt? Who has been bullied by you? Don't be afraid, I'll clear your wounds first

Yuan Xiaoyang took normal saline to wash his wounds, and then dipped cotton swabs with iodine to disinfect him. However, the medicines in the store were originally simple to use, with very little capacity, and could not deal with Lu Lang's injuries at all.

Yuan Xiaoyang was anxious and murmured, not knowing whether to say it to Lu Lang or to himself: Don't be anxious, I'll take a leave to buy medicine. As he said that, he was about to get up and leave.

Lu Lang, who had been silent, reached out and grabbed Yuan Xiaoyang's arm. Yuan Xiaoyang turned around and looked at him in confusion.

Are you stupid? Lu Lang looked up at Yuan Xiaoyang with a self-deprecating smile on his face. I said that kind of thing to you. Do you still want to apply medicine to me, aren’t you afraid of me?

The matter was brought up again, and Yuan Xiaoyang's expression froze, and then he said helplessly: You are the stupid ones? Is it time to talk about that?
To be continued...