Chapter 13: Mint Hug

Song Yu was not familiar with the terrain at all, and called the police while running.
Panting.
"Hello, 110?"
"A group of unscrupulous teenagers on Lianyun Street gang up against a poor high school student. Does anyone care?"
This group of social teenagers with knives and sticks should accept the baptism of socialism, and let the police come to eliminate violence and peace.
The police found this passage a bit familiar, "This classmate..." Was it you who was beaten to the police last time?
It's just that Song Yu has hung up the phone.
There are many alleys on Lianyun Street, and the moonlight is blurred and the stars are dim, dragging out the long shadows of the street lamps.
Song Yu went around, and finally turned himself into a dead end.
"Fuck."
They circled around and threw out a lot of gangsters temporarily, but the alley was very deep and it led to the main street. It was too dangerous to go back the same way.
Song Yu looked aside, saw a trash can, then raised his head to see the height of the lower wall, gritted his teeth, and pointed upwards: "Let's turn over."
Xie Sui tilted his head and looked at him with pitch-black eyes, "Are you sure?"
Song Yu has already begun to push him: "Go up."
The trash can is made of plastic. Song Yu only dared to step on the edge, and he had to use Xie Sui's strength to climb the wall.
After waiting for someone to sit on the wall, Song Yu turned his head back, cursing swear words in the middle of the night. "Fuck me".
Behind the wall is the family's yard. The fence in the yard is very sharp and there are glass shards. It is the kind of shrub with thorns that jumped down. Besides, there is a sleeping dog.
Song Yu: "......"
Damn, he's afraid of dogs.
By this time Xie Sui had already sat beside him very easily.
The wind and moonlight on the wall and the street lights are all unique.
The line of sight becomes farther, and the whole night becomes quieter. Song Yu didn't know how many mints he had eaten along the way, which made the wind carry that smell, cool, sweet and slightly pungent.
Xie Sui looked back with his gaze, lowered his voice and smiled and asked, "What should I do now."
Song Yu was so arrogant for so long that he was silent for the first time.
"found it!"
"Here!"
At this time, the gangsters also chased them, blocking the dead end, and seeing the two people sitting on the wall riding a tiger, they suddenly laughed wildly.
"Your kid is here!"
"Hahahaha, this is what you have driven yourself into desperation!"
Song Yu is not afraid to have just started with them, and he has learned fighting for so many years in his previous life.
It's just that they took the knife and the stick, and his wounds were not good enough to explain to grandma. If Grandma Meng gets serious, he will not even think about meeting Xie Sui again in the future.
Hong Mao spit out sputum, put the nunchaku on his shoulders, and walked wildly: "Sitting on the wall is a living target. Your kid was so crazy yesterday, I want you to kneel down crying today!"
The green hair behind him asked a question: "But boss, what do we do if they don't come down?"
Hong Mao greeted him with a palm, cursing.
"Are you a idiot! Do they have to come down to do! Throw whatever you have in your hands, smash it in the face!"
The younger brothers only listened to orders.
Song Yu couldn't bear it when he heard this, and sneered, before jumping off the wall.
I looked down—Fuck me! The trash can has been accidentally kicked over by him.
Song Yu was a little afraid of heights, now he feels dizzy for a second.
........ At this height, do you have to break your leg if you jump down?
Seeing his pale face, Hong Mao smiled more wildly: "Crazy, you keep going crazy! Today I will tell you the street south of the city, who is the father!"
Xie Sui admired Song Yu's changing face, held back a smile, and asked, "Where to go."
Song Yu's life principle has always been to lose, not to lose, roll up his sleeves, and say coldly: "Go on and do it and you're done."
Xie Sui was really amused by the kid.
Hold him down and laugh: "Forget it, it was you last time, this time I will solve it."
Song Yu was taken aback and looked up at him.
The starlight of the city is dim, and the dimly yellow street lights are obvious. The young boy’s eyes are smiling and the peach eyes are curled inward and outward, which has a unique charm. Calm and elegant.
"Don't do stupid things."
Before Song Yu finished speaking, he saw that Xie Sui had jumped off the wall very easily, and his landing posture was very handsome.
Hong Mao was dumbfounded, and then gritted his teeth: "You come down to find death?!"
Xie Sui smiled: "Come down and be a father."
"......"
Song Yu pressed his finger against the wall, his mouth opened, frightened.
Is this protagonist a bit different?
A group of red hair, green hair, purple hair and yellow hair exploded in an instant.
"Xie Sui! Being a hero is fun, isn't it? I let you pretend! I will break your leg this time!"
They yelled and broke their leg.
But when Song Yu sat on the wall, he saw Xie Sui's actions neatly and without any muddling.
Grabbing a steel bar, directly bends the waist of the two gangsters. With ease, he grabbed his red hair and slammed it against the wall. With every blow, the wall was bleeding.
For a moment, wailing sounded continuously in the deep alley. The gangsters brought knives, and Xie Sui's body also shed blood, splashed on the white shirt, but Xie Sui's face was expressionless throughout the process, as if it was not his injury.
The dark and messy bangs lowered his eyebrows, and his hostility was frightening. He grabbed the knife from one person and pierced it straight into the palm of his hand. Blood spurted and splashed on the young man's delicate eyebrows.
He stooped, sneered, his voice was playful and dangerous: "I'll teach you what it means to see blood."
Song Yu sat on the wall and stared blankly: "Fuck!"
Fierce.
The injured lay on his feet.
Xie Sui's reason was awakened by Song Yu's voice.
He cast his eyes down and accepted his emotions.
The police will be here soon and can't kill them.
The wind turns cooler in the summer night.
Xie Sui dropped the knife in his hand on the ground, raised his hand to wipe the blood off his face, walked under the wall, and raised his head.
And Song Yu is a posture of one head up and one head down.
"Do you want to come down."
He asked softly, the brutal force just now seemed to be fleeting.
The young man in the white shirt stood deep in the alley, the cold moonlight streaming down his delicate face, his eyes dark and serious. Clean and gentle.
Song Yu came back to his senses, feeling so uncomfortable in his heart.
Seeing Xie Sui's fighting posture just now, I remembered what Ma Xiaoding once said that he had killed off-school gangsters.
Suddenly, I felt distressed--what kind of play was that?
The quiet night was emotional, but Song Yu's sensibility couldn't hold on for a second.
Because as soon as he lowered his head, he found that the problem was still there.
The trash can is down. How can he go down? You can't let Xie Sui pick it up from the trash.
"I... don't go on well."
He has a slight fear of heights. Why did he meet all the bad luck today.
Xie Sui was taken aback for a moment, and then he realized it later and smiled.
"You jump down, I will catch you."
After all, it is the heartthrob protagonist in "Gentle Control", and the stars and moonlight are all gentle.
Song Yu lowered his head, his eyes hesitated a little, but in the end he nodded solemnly.
"Then you pick it up."
Xie Sui smiled, and there was a gentleness in his tone that he couldn't say: "Okay."
Song Yu gritted his teeth and closed his eyes before jumping off the wall.
The horn of the police car sounded in the street at this time.
The car lights shone into the deep alley.
In the dazzling light, Song Yu fell into a embrace, still with a smell of blood. He put his arms around Xie Sui's shoulders and cushioned himself before he stood firmly on the ground.
For Xie Sui.
The moment Song Yu jumped down, it was more like the falling of stars in the sky. Falling into the arms, mint-scented wind.
In this midsummer in Jingcheng, a mint hug.