dhibooks Chapter 19 "I'll Carry Your Zhang Family."
Chapter 19 "I'll Carry Your Zhang Family."
Before Zhong Ning could make a sound, he saw Zhang Weilan's expression change, and then he felt someone kick on his back, the pain was so painful that his flesh was about to split.
"Damn..." Zhong Ning was kicked into Zhang Weilan's arms, lying on Zhang Weilan's shoulder and coughing fiercely.
A bald man's voice sounded behind him: "Aren't you tired of walking around on such a hot day?"
Zhang Weilan pushed Zhong Ning away, and at a glance recognized the bald man as the bastard who was hit by a stone from Zhong Ning on the day Xu Huai's accident happened.
There was still a reddish-brown scab on the bald, bluish scalp.
The bald man squinted his eyes at Zhang Weilan, and suddenly raised a thick eyebrow: "This little white face looks familiar."
He grinned happily: "I was really lucky today, and I caught two at once."
"Brother, look at what you said, it's none of his business." Zhong Ning stood up from the ground and stepped in front of Zhang Weilan to block it.
"Oh?" The bald man seemed to have heard a joke.
Zhong Ning swallowed his saliva, pretended to be sincere, and put on a smile: "Brother, look, I'm really ignorant, don't take offense."
Zhong Ning: "That pebble that day, it doesn't have eyes, I really didn't mean it."
"Really?" The bald man stretched out a big slap, and "slapped" Zhong Ning's bruised cheek twice, "What's wrong with this face?"
The bald man stretched his head and glanced at Zhang Weilan again: "Who beat you two? Your faces are so disfigured. Tell me earlier, brother will avenge you two."
Zhang Weilan stood behind Zhong Ning, probably because he stood up suddenly, his ears buzzed suddenly, and a lot of gold and silver stars exploded in front of his eyes at the same time.
Zhang Weilan felt uncomfortable when she woke up this morning. Her bones all over her body seemed to be rubbed with flour.
Just now Zhong Ning fell over and bumped into him, which made his chest hurt so badly that it felt like a knife was piercing him even to catch his breath.
Zhang Weilan shook his head, staggered, and almost sat back on the ground again. Zhong Ning's voice entered his ears, as if covered with a layer of oil-soaked paper: "Brother, you are being polite, our faces are so different. Hit on a utility pole..."
Zhang Weilan had a splitting headache from Zhong Ning's soft, glib tongue.He stretched out his hand to grab Zhong Ning, but it was in vain.
In the next second, Zhong Ning suddenly raised his head, hit half of Zhang Weilan's body hard, and fell to the ground.
Zhang Weilan was also thrown to the ground, he hurriedly looked at Zhong Ning, Zhong Ning was hunched over, just got punched by the bald head, and he didn't even make a sound.Zhong Ning covered his nose with his hands, and blood gushed from his nostrils.
The bald group has always been quick, accurate and ruthless in their attacks, and they probably want to break here today.
The bald man was about to kick Zhang Weilan, Zhang Weilan dodged to one side, the bald man frowned, grabbed Zhang Weilan's collar with his big hands, lifted him up and threw him to the ground, then stomped down hard on the spine of his back.
"Ah..." There was a big footprint on Zhang Weilan's white T-shirt, and she was almost too painful to cry out.
The bald man turned him over again, and punched the bruises on his face. Zhang Weilan was beaten to the side of his head, and his body jerked, lying in the grass, and his mind went blank for more than ten seconds.
The bald man rubbed Zhong Ning's arm with his toe again: "Don't worry, for Brother Chao and Xiaofeng's sake, I won't hit hard."
The bald man pointed to the blood scab on his head: "If you see some blood, you just know it hurts. In this way, you can stop meddling in your own business in the future."
The bald head grabbed Zhong Ning's arm and pulled Zhong Ning up: "Don't cover it with your hands, let me see if you bleed enough."
With a swipe of Zhong Ning's palm, the entire lower half of his face was stained. His nose hurt like it had been cut in half by a sharp knife, and blood was still coming out of both nostrils.
The bald man knocked Zhong Ning on the head twice: "It's almost meaningless."
Zhong Ning didn't dare to say anything, and blocked his nose with his hands, staring straight at the bald man, feeling that the bald man would at least punch him in the face again.
The bald man really wanted to make up, but at this moment the phone in his pocket rang, so he kicked Zhong Ning's stomach instead.
Zhong Ning gritted his teeth and kept silent, lying on the ground listening to the bald man answering the phone: "What's wrong?"
The voice of the person on the other end of the phone was so loud that Zhong Ning could vaguely hear a few words about "shopping for vegetables" and "when will you be back".
"Why are you in a hurry to buy groceries?" The bald man said with a smile, "I met the kid who broke my head last time at the south end of Sanchuang Street."
The bald head: "...No, brother Chao said, what can I do. But since I have encountered it, let them try it out, otherwise I won't be able to swallow this breath....It's okay, little boy Boy, it’s over after two lessons, I know the severity.”
"Brother Chao is here now?" The bald man squinted at Zhong Ning, turned around and left without paying any attention to him, "That's fine, then I'll go buy vegetables and meat now, and go back to shabu-shabu."
"That unlucky last finally paid back the money, and it took so long." The bald man's voice faded away, "Then we should go to ask for interest, right?"
"...It doesn't matter if he has money or not. My buddies are running around, why don't you have to pay for your hard work?"
"..."
When the bald man was gone, Zhong Ning took a while to get up and sit down. He was covered in mud and his nose was still bleeding.
Zhong Ning took out a tissue from his trouser pocket to wipe his face, then rubbed out two paper balls to plug his nostrils, and panted with his mouth.
Zhong Ning was sore all over, grinning and walked to Zhang Weilan's side: "Zhang Weilan, are you okay? Don't lie on the ground, get up quickly."
Zhong Ning squatted down and pulled Zhang Weilan: "Is it okay?"
Zhang Weilan raised her eyelids and looked at Zhong Ning. Just as she was about to open her mouth, she was suddenly choked, turned her head, covered her mouth and coughed loudly.
Listening to the sound, my throat was about to crack, and I wondered if my lungs would be shattered.
Zhong Ning was taken aback, and quickly pulled him over, almost frightened him out of his wits: "What's wrong with you? Don't fucking scare me!"
Blood oozes from Zhang Weilan's fingers, and her whole body is constantly shaking from the violent cough.
"What's wrong with you? Where do you hurt? Why are you still coughing up blood?" Zhong Ning patted Zhang Weilan's back with his palm, and broke out in sweat, frantically anxious.
"..." Zhang Weilan's cough was not over yet, the hand that was not covering his mouth grabbed Zhong Ning's wrist, trying to stop Zhong Ning from patting his back, which made him feel very uncomfortable.
But Zhong Ning became very anxious, unable to calm down at all, and did not observe Zhang Weilan's reaction, causing Zhang Weilan to grab Zhong Ning's hand four or five times.
"The bald man kicked you just now, didn't he?" Zhong Ning stared at Zhang Weilan, "You..."
Zhang Weilan quickly shook her head, almost coughing, and said forcefully, "...No..."
"Ah?" Zhong Ning was taken aback for a moment, and was startled by Zhang Weilan's hoarse voice again.
Zhang Weilan's throat was torn too hard, as if her vocal cords had been stabbed by a rusty steel knife with a split fork and curly blade.
Zhong Ning hurriedly handed the last wet towel left in his trouser pocket to Zhang Weilan, Zhang Weilan took it, tilted his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, wiped his mouth and hands together, and then said: "Just now... .”
He took a few breaths: "When I hit my face just now, my teeth cut my face and I choked on blood."
"...Hey, I'll go..." Zhong Ning sat down on the ground, his heart fell from his throat to his belly.
Zhong Ning rubbed his painful waist, closed his eyes, and said softly, "You almost scared me to death, you know that?"
Zhang Weilan didn't speak, his breathing was not smooth, his brows were furrowed, and the sweat dripped down his forehead.
Zhong Ning stared at Zhang Weilan's face, and felt something was wrong, Zhang Weilan's face was too pale.
Zhong Ning asked anxiously again: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with being bald?"
Zhang Weilan waved his hand with difficulty.
Only then did Zhong Ning remember that Zhang Weilan stretched out his hand to grab him just now, and his palm was very hot.
Zhong Ning hurriedly touched Zhang Weilan's forehead, his eyes widened immediately: "Do you have a fever?"
Zhang Weilan turned his head to the side to hide, turned his head violently and was so dizzy, his eyes were filled with darkness, he quickly closed his eyes to calm himself, and almost fell headlong into the mud.
Zhong Ning moved the tip of his nose, the nose was relieved, and the pain became worse.Fortunately, the nosebleed stopped.
Zhong Ning pulled out the tissue that blocked his nostrils and threw it aside, Wei Lan was nervous and did not let go.
Zhong Ning said in disbelief: "You must have a high fever. Are you stupid? Why don't you just lie down at home and come out to feed the cat?"
Zhang Weilan glanced at Zhong Ning, his head was as heavy as lead, he hung his neck dead, and murmured in a daze, "It's hard to be at home."
Zhong Ning was dumb for a moment, and miraculously, a sense of guilt that deserved to be hacked suddenly rose in his heart. ——It seems that what he just asked deserves death.
When Zhong Ning was in a hurry, he forgot that there was Zhang Yanhuan in Zhang Weilan's family.
That is to say, Zhang Weilan has a headache and brain fever now, and she speaks without thinking, so she candidly reveal her flaws in front of Zhong Ning.Otherwise, his answer should be: "It has nothing to do with you."
"You..." Zhong Ning looked at Zhang Weilan's face, so sour that his nosebleed almost flowed out again.
Zhang Weilan stood up slowly with his hands on his knees, Zhong Ning hurriedly gave him a hand, and found that Zhang Weilan's whole body was tottering, and he was as soft as if he had no bones.
Zhong Ning held back a sentence for a while: "I'll carry you home."
"..." Zhang Weilan frowned, wishing to ask Zhong Ning to stay eight feet away from him, "No need."
"Then you are suffering like this!" Zhong Ning was crushed for some reason, and yelled at Zhang Weilan, pulling the skin and flesh on his body in severe pain, "Oh, it hurts!——"
Zhang Weilan: "..."
Zhong Ning pursed his lips and didn't howl anymore. He took a step forward, picked up Zhang Weilan's two arms and hung them around his neck, then bent down, held Zhang Weilan's leg sockets with both hands, and pushed his buttocks on his back. on the body.
Zhang Weilan didn't have the energy to fight with him, so she could only stop her with her mouth: "You let me go..."
"Shut up." Zhong Ning interrupted with a muffled voice, and said unreasonably, "If you talk nonsense, I will break up with you."
Zhang Weilan: "..."
Is there any deep friendship between them?To be able to bring up such a profound term as "break off friendship".
"Hiss..." Zhong Ning had just taken a beating, and only took two steps with Zhang Weilan on his back. His whole body was so painful that he wanted to skin himself, and couldn't help being hysterical, "How much do you weigh?"
"I told you to let me down." Zhang Weilan's body was hot, and she turned her face and coughed twice after speaking, as if a thousand needles were stuck in her throat.
Naturally, Zhong Ning would not let him down. With thin summer clothes, Zhong Ning could clearly feel Zhang Weilan's body temperature, and his back was like a stove being carried on his back.
Zhong Ning said in a low voice, "Don't let go."
After he finished speaking, he read in a low voice: "Look at your unsteady appearance. You have a fever and don't know how to say a word..."
Zhong Ning was covered in stinky sweat and mud, with bean-sized beads of sweat hanging on the tip of his unlucky nose. Zhong Ning stared at the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose to check his eyes, and was basically sure that his tall and handsome nose bridge was not crooked.
Zhang Weilan suddenly said: "Are you guilty?"
The little energy left in his body was drained, the hot air from his mouth sprayed on Zhong Ning's neck, and he said slowly: "If you didn't suddenly lead the bald head out, I wouldn't have to suffer this meal today."
> Zhong Ning's neck was itchy, and his scalp immediately became stiff.He shook his head twice, and his ears moved accordingly, but he didn't answer a word.
Guilt is there, but there is something else.
For example, he was very worried about Zhang Weilan.For so many days, he has been very worried.Now both of them are in a state of embarrassment, Zhong Ning carried Zhang Weilan on his back and was scalded by the hot body of the other party, the concern that he didn't know how to vent in his grievance suddenly came out, Zhong Ning couldn't accept it Keep your mind on it.
Along the way, Zhong Ning was so tired that he almost knelt down and gnawed on the soil. Zhang Weilan didn't speak any more on his back. Zhong Ning looked down and saw that Zhang Weilan's arms on his shoulders were completely relaxed, hanging with no strength at all.
"Zhang Weilan, you won't fall asleep, right?" Zhong Ning bumped up hard, afraid that Zhang Weilan would fall.
Zhang Weilan still didn't respond, Zhong Ning became nervous, and walked faster: "Aren't you dizzy?"
A drop of full sweat fell from Zhong Ning's pointed chin and fell on Zhang Weilan's hand.Zhang Weilan's fingers suddenly twitched, he rubbed his hot face against Zhong Ning's neck, and let out a hoarse moan of pain in his throat.
Zhong Ning gritted his back molars, walked out of the fork in the road with Zhang Weilan on his back, and went up the main road: "You need to see a doctor."