C12 Chapter 12

"Ye..." The familiar and gentle tone of his voice stunned Qian Ye for a moment. He raised his head and saw three female high school students wearing uniforms outside the counter. They were frequent customers of his shop.

"Ye, what are you thinking about?" one of the girls asked, and the other two stared straight at him, waiting for an answer.

Qian Ye smiled. He was lost in thought again. In fact, maybe he didn't even remember what he was thinking?

"Nothing. "I didn't sleep well last night--" In fact, I hardly slept at all! After a perfunctory explanation, he continued the work he was doing, wrapping the noodles in a paper bag and passing it out.

"You already have dark circles under your eyes!" The girl who asked him seemed worried.

Qian Ye smiled as he lowered his head. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, thinking that even if he wore glasses, they wouldn't be able to cover him. Could it be that he had to buy a pair of sunglasses?

"I--"

"Did you sleep alone at night?"

Ah? The sudden question interrupted Qian Ye's next words and successfully made him slightly open his mouth.

What do you mean — sleeping alone at night?

At the same time, a horrifying and almost impossible thought appeared in his mind. Qian Ye's smile became stiff and he asked: "What did you just say?"

The three girls began to laugh to varying degrees, but the whole thing could be summed up as: a sinister laugh!

"I'm just casually asking, Ye, you know best!"

Clear on what? God knows what it was! Pretending not to care, Qian Ye turned around to continue doing his own stuff. However, after thinking for a moment, he couldn't help but ask: "You guys aren't used to running in the early hours of the morning, right?"

"Not running, but —" There was still a sinister laugh from behind.

Qian Ye felt a bit depressed.

"Huh?" Qian Ye suddenly noticed a problem and asked, "Why is there one missing today?" The girls who often came were already familiar with each other, but today one was missing.

Just as he finished asking, the smiles on the three girls' faces disappeared, turning into helplessness. One of the girls sighed and said, "Nai's parents are getting a divorce. She has to move recently, she's a bit busy …"

Divorce, Qian Ye understood what this meant to the children of ordinary families. High school students, although not young, should be able to face it, right? Furthermore —

After some thought, he asked, "Is she still coming to school?"

"En!"

"Uh--" Qian Ye put on a piece of cake and handed it to a girl with a smile. "Help me bring this to her!"

"I took it excitedly, as if it was even happier than the one given to me!" Great! She will definitely be very happy to know that it was Ye who gave it to her! "

"That's right, that's right!"

The girls' happy voices made Qian Ye feel that he could also make people happy, even though it was just a simple matter of lifting his hand.

Was it an illusion?

He felt that he could not always cleanse the smell of blood.

Qian Ye squatted on the floor and wiped the glass at the door. There was a basin of water beside him, and he always felt like his nose was filled with the smell of blood. Also, there was another smell that he could not bear. It was even more annoying. He knew that he was too sensitive, so much so that he felt 'guilty'. However, there are some things that you can't control yourself --

He had had enough of the smell of blood everywhere, except his own. Or rather, he was already numb to his own blood.

It was just that the seemingly insignificant smell of blood in the air seemed to remind him that he had picked up a man last night. Ah!

Actually, he was starting to regret saving that person. It was not that he regretted saving that person earlier, but he regretted not saving that person earlier! He knew that the sound of fighting he heard in the alley yesterday was actually the man being surrounded and attacked. And because of his "death wish", they came straight to his house afterwards.

Was this the so-called 'retribution'?

He had a bad feeling that his future life might no longer be peaceful.

Perhaps, when they met that person, they had already begun to lose their calm …

Damn it! Qian Ye finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He cursed in his heart and threw the rag into the basin, splashing water everywhere. He didn't know if it was him or that person. In short, it had been a long time since his emotions were as chaotic as they were now. He felt powerless in his heart.

Putting away the washbasin and the cloth, Qian Ye stood up and walked into the house. However, after a few steps, the door suddenly opened with a loud noise. Qian Ye could tell that the door wasn't pushed open, but was kicked open.

He turned around and saw a few young boys walking in. They were well-dressed, probably the favorite outfit of the current generation of hoodlums, with holes in their pants for decoration, tattoos on their arms, hair of all colors but not black, three of them with cigarettes in their mouths and the other one chewing gum.

The moment they entered the room, the four of them looked around with unfriendly expressions, and Qian Ye.

It seemed like a scene that would only happen in a movie. Qian Ye suddenly wanted to laugh, but he managed to hold it in. Although they did not look like they were here to buy bread, they did not make it a rule for "hooligans" to not eat bread! After putting down the things in his hands, Qian Ye wiped his hands on his apron and smiled: "Welcome."

Unfortunately, the other party did not seem to appreciate his' welcome '.

"Hey!" "Brat, our boss had eaten your bread for so many days and almost had it pulled out of his anus. Tell me, what do you think we should do?" The little hoodlum who was chewing gum glared at Qian Ye and got straight to the point, not wasting any time at all.

Qian Ye raised his eyebrows. He didn't feel that his bread was that powerful. It was obvious that he was here to cause trouble.

He didn't really know how to deal with such a situation! This kind of guy wasn't worth fighting, nor was he worth killing. He was the most troublesome. Sighing helplessly, he adjusted his glasses, "Shouldn't you let him go to the hospital first to check if he has dysentery?"

The four of them were stunned for a moment. The medical term in Qian Ye's words had confused them.

"Boss, what is dysentery?" A delinquent stretched his head and asked.

"Move aside!" He slapped his head off and spat out the gum, "Brat, are you playing dumb with me?"

"All of my bread is made on the spot. Anything that cannot be sold that day will be thrown away." Qian Ye said calmly.

"Damn!" "You mean our boss went to the garbage can to tie up your bread and eat it?"

Hearing him say that, Qian Ye felt that it wasn't impossible, so he shrugged, "This is your boss's private matter, but maybe not."

The four hooligans exploded, one of them cursed, causing the cigarette butt to spit all over the floor. Qian Ye frowned and squinted his eyes to look at the dirty floor.

The delinquent leader pointed at Qian Ye and said fiercely: "Brat! Don't come with me. You should know what I mean very well. "In the future, you can also open this restaurant properly. Otherwise, you won't even be able to get food, let alone open a shop here!" As he spoke, he took out his weapon, and the two delinquents behind him each took out an iron rod.

It sounds terrible. However, Qian Ye's expression was a little indifferent, "I don't have money. Is bread okay? " He didn't want to fight. I really don't want to.

"Fuck you!" Who wants to eat your rotten bread! Do you think we're idiots! "

"You guys came too early, I haven't done much business yet, so I don't have any cash for you. "Also …" His face looked somewhat awkward.

"Hmm?" The hooligans were all waiting for his next words.

Qian Ye had lived up to everyone's expectations and said in all seriousness: "I don't want to give it to you either."

"Fuck you!" The young man's temper flared up. Perhaps it was because Qian Ye had a carefree look from the beginning to the end that made them feel like they were being played with. One of them raised his stick and was about to smash it onto Qian Ye's counter.

Qian Ye stood still on the spot, quietly clenching his fist. He didn't want to fight, fighting was a waste of time and stamina for him, bleeding but having no results was meaningless.

His lack of dodging caused his opponent to be shocked. Normally, ordinary people would have already run away, but this man just stood there expressionlessly without even a hint of fear on his face. He was shocked and had no time to retract the stick in his hand …

"Hua la ~ ~" With a loud sound, the glass shattered on the ground with an ear-piercing sound. Being too close, Qian Ye could feel the glass fragments hit his back and his face was cut by the flying glass. The wound wasn't long, but blood soon flowed out.

Everyone present was stunned. The delinquent, who was still holding a stick, seemed to be scared. He first looked at the shattered counter, then looked at Qian Ye, as if the one who smashed the thing wasn't him, but the one who was smashed.

Slowly, Qian Ye pressed his tongue against the inside of his mouth and frowned. He reached out and touched the wound on his cheek. He pulled out a thin piece of glass from the wound, and it was stained with blood.

He laughed softly, and everyone present heard him.

The hooligans were all frightened. The scene that was clearly not that bloody gave off a sinister feeling, it was all because of Qian Ye's smile.

No one expected this person to not even dodge. In fact, they didn't really want to smash Qian Ye at the beginning, they just wanted to scare him a little, but they were scared by Qian Ye to the point that they forgot what they were going to do.

This was the typical example of a timid person who was afraid of something big. A timid person who was afraid of something big would not care about his life!

"You, you don't want to f * cking die?" Finally, someone began to curse.

Qian Ye waved his hand and threw away the broken piece. He then looked at the delinquent beside him with the corner of his eye and looked back at the person in front of him. "I want to die, but I don't know if you want to."

"Pah!" Pow! "Pah!" Three applause suddenly rang out, making the atmosphere even stranger.

"This is the best dialogue I've heard in the past few days!" Although there was a smile in his voice, it made people uncomfortable.

All the delinquents turned around to look at the door. Qian Ye wiped the blood off his face with his thumb and slowly raised his head.

It was so dazzling!

Qian Ye closed his eyes subconsciously as his silver hair reflected the sunlight.

To think that he was able to color this color.

There were a few people surrounding the door. They were not many, and since when did they come, they were basically people who came to watch the fun. The most eye-catching person in the crowd was the silver-haired man who was walking in.

The man wore a flowery shirt underneath his black leather jacket. Although it wasn't a proper attire, it surprisingly matched his hair style and color. Unfortunately, with a mischievous smile on his face, it made the well-mannered man look even more sinister. What was even more shocking was that the man was hugging a hot chick in a short skirt with one hand on the woman's plump breasts. It was quite impressive for him to be so insolent.

In short, one could tell with a single glance that he wasn't some kind of "kind-hearted person".

Qian Ye also didn't think that this person was here to buy bread.

The man glanced at Qian Ye with a smile and paused for a few seconds.

"Originally, I wasn't willing to go out so early in the morning. I didn't expect to see something like this again. It seems like I've gained quite a bit from it." Then, he smiled and lowered his head to ask the woman in his arms, "Don't you think so?"

The woman laughed coquettishly and slipped into the man's embrace.

Qian Ye suddenly had the urge to roll his eyes.

"Who are you? You want to be a fucking busybody? " The young man's temper was explosive. It was clear that he did not have a good impression of this shameless guy who was holding a hot lady in his arms.

"Me?" The man grinned and laughed very happily. He let go of the woman and walked towards Qian Ye. To be more accurate, he walked towards the delinquent behind Qian Ye, who was still holding a stick.

"Me …" He walked past Qian Ye with a smile.

Qian Ye was stunned for a moment.

"You, what are you doing?" The little hoodlum stuttered, instinctively telling him that this man was dangerous. He wanted to run, but it was too late.

The man grabbed the little hoodlum's dyed yellow hair and laughed so hard that his teeth showed as if he was grabbing a chicken. Then, he forcefully pushed his hand behind the counter, which was in a mess, and said, "My name is Xiao, Jun, Fei!"

"Aiya ~ ~ ~!" In a split-second, the delinquents and the crowd burst into screams.

Qian Ye felt his nerves twitch. He even heard the sound of his skin and flesh being cut open.

The little hoodlum who was held down by the man twitched all over, waving his limbs and struggling. A hand touched the man who was holding down his arm, pulling on it until he couldn't even make a sound. No one knew if it was because of pain or fear. The glass was covered with blood and a mess of bread and cake, and it was scary to see how the bleeding man was doing.

"I hate people whose hair is dyed this color! The moment he saw it, he felt displeased! "How can you just let me feel better?" The man said with a smile, and increased the force in his hand. "Do you think we should just take your head off?" The sound of glass shattering could be heard as the struggling man gradually stopped moving. The hand holding his arm slowly loosened.

The few delinquents at the side were all stunned, their lips trembling. They wanted to shout out loud, but no sound came out.

"Hey!" Say something! If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent! " He laughed even more maniacally. Just as he was about to use more strength, his arm was grabbed by someone.

The man turned his head at the same time with a frown. Qian Ye looked at him, then looked at the delinquent, who was completely motionless, and said: "Let him go."

"Ah ~ ~?" The man raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I'm helping you! You're going to help him now? "

Qian Ye closed his eyes, "I just don't want to be a scene of murder here." After thinking for a moment, he said, "Besides, he didn't do anything."

"Nothing?" The man glanced at the crumbs and bread cakes on the floor. "Did you do anything about your shop?" Then, he looked at Qian Ye's face and said, "I told you to call me that even if you have a bad face, you didn't do anything?"

"Let him go!" This time, Qian Ye did not say anything else and just gave the order.

Shrugging his shoulders, the man released his hand and straightened his clothes. Noticing the blood on his sleeves, he curled his lips.

Qian Ye said to the delinquents that were frozen on the spot, "Hurry up and bring him to the hospital!"

Only then did the few of them wake up from their stupor and rushed over to support the person who did not know whether he was dead or alive. They almost crawled and rolled, not daring to look at his blood-covered face.

"Tell the bystanders to scram!" The man shouted at the few men who should be his subordinates outside the door, and those people started to clear the area, chasing away everyone who was surrounding Qian Ye's store. No one dared to stay behind.

"Mr Fei ~ A lot of blood, I'm so scared ~ ~ ~" The spicy sister patted her chest as she rubbed herself against Xiao Junfei.

"We'll do it later!" "Stay aside!" The man rolled the woman away and turned around to look at Qian Ye, who was staring blankly at the counter. He also observed him.

"Hey!" Are you all right? "

Qian Ye raised his head and looked at him, then pushed his glasses and didn't say anything. He did not want to speak now because he was in a bad mood! Originally, he only needed to clean the broken glass, but now, he had to wipe the blood away once again.

"Scared silly? I'm not being too excessive, am I? " When he walked in front of Qian Ye, the man subconsciously wanted to touch the wound on Qian Ye's face.

Qian Ye tilted his head and dodged the attack.

"F * ck!" At this time, you actually know how to dodge! " The man swore. It was obvious that he had been watching from the outside for a long time.

"What do you want?" Picking up the tissue that was dropped on the ground, Qian Ye pressed a piece of paper onto his wound and asked coldly. He didn't seem to be in any special mood.

The man wanted to continue, but after pausing for a moment, he gave up and reached into his pocket for a bank card.

"This is the gift of gratitude from our boss!" The password is six ones. "

With one sentence, Qian Ye understood the background of this man. It was time to "repay" his kindness! Ridiculous!

With a snort from his nose, he took the card from the man and put it into his pocket without even looking at it.

He put it away so straightforwardly, men really aren't used to it. A few seconds later, the man smiled.

He had a personality!

"I've taken the money, you can leave now!" Qian Ye turned around and rolled up his sleeves.

Where did you put the mop? No! He should look for a broom first.

"Where did you rescue our boss?" The man seemed to want to talk to him again.

I need to find a few more sturdy bags, a normal garbage bag won't do, right?

"Your dressing technique is not bad! Even the professional doctors are praising how well those wounds have been treated! "

Everything has been scrapped, and today we're going to close -- No! He might have to rest for a few days!

"Did our boss tell you who he is?"

The counter can only be changed to glass, can't it? Do I have to find a professional to do it?

"You live alone? You're the only one in this shop? Does your family live here? "What's your name?"

Finally, Qian Ye stopped, holding the broom in one hand and the bread that leaked the butter in the other. He loosened his teeth, took a deep breath, relaxed the tight muscles on his face, and turned around to shout at the man behind him, "F * ck off!"

He didn't want to fight, he wanted to kill!