She is the darling of the boss

Chapter 133 Chapter 133, first encounter, when I was young

It was an autumn afternoon, the sweltering heat had passed, and the autumn tiger was in full bloom. In the back alley of Nanshi No. [-] High School, a boy in a white shirt was fighting with a group of high school students in No. [-] High School uniforms.

The boy in white was smaller than these high school students, he looked like a junior high school student, but he was one against five, firmly resisting the attacks of the high school students, and there were already many scars on the white shirt...

Although he played quite well, but in the end, he was young and his physical strength was gradually exhausted, and he was about to lose.

Outside the alley, a boy in a black T-shirt walked over slowly carrying a broken snakeskin bag, which was full of waste bottles.His clothes were baggy, his shoes were worn out, his hair was long and looked like it hadn't been cut for a long time, his face was dirty, there was a scar on his forehead, and his eyes were abnormally cold.

The young man just happened to be passing by, glanced at him inadvertently, and happened to see the stubborn white-clothed young man fighting hard, so he stopped and leaned against the alley to watch the battle.

Most people would run away early when they saw such an occasion, and no one likes to cause trouble, but the boy in the black T-shirt did not run away, but watched the battle from the sidelines, chewing gum in his mouth.

Someone among the high school students saw him, pointed at his nose, and warned viciously: "Get out of here, don't meddle in your own business...or I'll kill you..."

Seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys always like to threaten others with rough voices, thinking they have grown up, but in fact, they are just a group of brats who haven't even grown their hair yet, arrogant and domineering, just pretending.

The boy in the black T-shirt had an ugly face and cold eyes. Today, he had a high fever and his physical condition was not very good, but he couldn't bear the sight of those people bullying him. After standing aside for a while, he jumped out to help .

Two little boys fought against five tall high school students, and in the end they turned defeat into victory, beating these people to the ground and howling.

Afterwards, someone called the police, and they both ran away.

After running into a nearby grove, the white-clothed boy stopped and glanced at the black T-shirt boy who was behind him. When he approached step by step, both of them stood there panting for rest. Finally, for some reason, they looked at each other. And laughed.

The friendship between boys is sometimes because of a problem, or it may be because of a debate, or a shot, or a hearty fight.

On that ordinary afternoon, the rebellious boy in white clothes met a down-and-out little beggar wearing a torn T-shirt—yes, the boy in the black T-shirt looked like a boy who had never been to school at first glance. Little beggars.

At that time, neither of them knew the future or even the rest of their lives. They would become the most special existences in each other's lives, and they would be able to stab each other's ribs and forget their lives.

That day, in the cool breeze, the white-clothed boy looked at the dirty boy and praised: "You are very good at fighting. You have great strength."

"You have fought a lot...how about you, you are very good at boxing... have you learned it?" the black T-shirt boy fell on the ground and looked at the blue sky and asked, his high fever made him dizzy.

From the color of his clothes, he could tell that this white-clothed boy should be a student of Nanshi No. [-] High School—their school uniform: a white shirt with red trim on its short sleeves.

He often walked past the gate of No. 50 High School, and he would often see a group of students from No. [-] High School coming in after school, all of them wearing the white shirt that made people look energetic—the students from that place , it is said that [-]% of them can be admitted to key high schools, and they will have a splendid life.

For this reason, he once stood and watched not far from the school gate, envious of those students who could fight for their own lives without having to think about where to find three meals a day, so that he would not starve for the day .

The gap between people often makes him feel humble.

"I have learned, Wing Chun, Muay Thai, Judo, they are all involved, but I am not good at it... Otherwise, I will definitely beat them to the crap..." The boy in white also sat on the ground, propped his hands on the soft grass, and muffled Answer, when the time is up to use, there will be less hatred - his sorrow is completely different from the sorrow of the boy in the black T-shirt.

"I've heard it, but I haven't practiced it."

The boy in the black T-shirt once again understood that the boy in front of him was not in the same world as himself—he had wandered back and forth in the streets and alleys of this city over the years, knew every corner of the city well, and had seen There are some training classes that teach boxing, and the tuition fees indicated in the advertisements are an astronomical figure in his eyes.

He also knows that in the eyes of many people, he is just a beggar. In addition, he has not had a haircut for many years, and his clothes are dirty and messy. Most children will retreat three feet when they see him. What's more, he is used to fighting , has a weird temper and is very quiet.

But the young man in white in front of him was strange, he didn't dislike him, and even chatted with him.

Just as he was thinking, the boy got up from the ground and stretched out his hand to him, "Hello, let me introduce myself, my name is Han Yan, Han from South Korea, Yan from the descendants of Yanhuang..."

Looking at the white and slightly dusty hand, the boy in the black T-shirt jumped up, was stunned for a moment, and then he clapped his hands: "I, Ling Feng."

"Nice to meet you!" Han Yan said.

Ling Feng raised his thick eyebrows, "Me too."

"Can I be friends with you?"

"As long as you don't dislike it."

"Why do you dislike it?" Seeing that Ling Feng's hand was injured, Han Yan took out a band-aid from his pocket, stuck it on him, and said, "There is a saying: Heroes don't ask where they come from. There is also a saying: Don't bully Young people are poor. We are just young, as long as we don’t give up on ourselves, there are infinite possibilities in the future..."

These words really encouraged Ling Feng - they were probably the most encouraging words he had ever heard.Those who have read the book are different!

At that moment, he realized that this young man was different from others. He didn't judge people by their clothes and looks, and looked far away. "Okay, from then on, we will be friends..."

Han Yan smiled slightly, stretched his rebellious and arrogant sword eyebrows, and when he showed those small canine teeth, he was actually a cute boy.

The two sat on the ground together and started chatting.

Ling Feng caressed the bandage, lamented that the bottle he had been picking up all day seemed to have fallen into a fighting alley, and asked, "Hey, why did those people beat you?"

Han Yan curled his lips, "They stole things, and I broke them. They thought I was nosy and troubled me... Oh, by the way, they are school bullies in this neighborhood... Be careful when you go in and out of this neighborhood ...difficult to deal with..."

Ling Feng looked calm, "It's okay, I've never lost a fight..."

"Really?" Han Yan was suddenly aroused to be competitive, "Why don't we compare..."

"Compare..." Ordinarily, Ling Feng would never compete with others, but this day, he actually had the determination to win.

Han Yan immediately assumed a fighting posture, raising the corners of his handsome lips, "Come on...don't let me, I like to go all out..."

Ling Feng responded immediately.

In the lush grove, the two boys fought with bare hands and with all their strength, neither of them convinced the other.

But later, Ling Feng lost - was knocked out by Han Yan with a punch.

It's not that Ling Feng's skills are inferior to others, but that he had a high fever and finally lost his strength, which is why he fainted.

Han Yan had no choice but to send him to the hospital for an IV drip, and guarded him all night.

The next morning, Ling Feng woke up and saw that he was in the hospital, so he immediately asked him for a medical bill with a stinky face. Pulled it down, and then, he wrote an IOU, the words on the IOU were crooked and very ugly.

Han Yan would not accept it: "You don't need to pay it back, I knocked you out, and I should pay your medical expenses..."

Ling Feng said, "My mother said that a man has to have a backbone, and he can't not pay back the money he owes. I will pay you back the money after one month."

In Han Yan's eyes, more than ninety yuan is just an insignificant pocket money. He was born in a wealthy family and was used to rich clothes and fine food since he was a child. He has never been short of money. The only thing he lacks is the care and company of his parents.

He couldn't understand that Han Yan said that he would pay back the money, but it would take a month before he could pay it back, but he didn't care about it at all, so he didn't ask.

That day, they parted ways, he went back to his cousin's house, and Ling Feng went back to his own house with the medicine.They agreed to see each other by the side of the ancient wooden bridge one month later, and then Ling Feng would pay back the money to Han Yan.

A month later, when we met again, Ling Feng was being chased by two gangsters—they were not ordinary people, and the fight was very routine, and the moves beat Ling Feng to the ground, and he was restrained everywhere, unable to escape.

When Han Yan saw that he was quitting, someone dared to bully his brother, so he jumped in directly, and with the combined strength of the two, he threw the two gangsters into the river...

After dealing with the accident, Han Yan wiped his sweat and panted heavily to ask Ling Feng, who was beaten up with a bruised nose and swollen face: "Who are these people? No matter how you beat you, you will be beaten to death..."

Ling Feng didn't say anything, took out the owed money from his bosom and stuffed it into his hand with a sullen face, turned around and left, without bothering to reminisce, just said: "Go back, don't mind your own business..."

If Han Yan didn't understand, he just followed him and asked, "Hey, what are you doing..."

Ling Feng ignored him, and Han Yan chased after him.

The two of them ran for an hour, and Ling Feng flashed into the impoverished area of ​​Nanshi.

It was a large area of ​​bungalows, some places were about to be demolished, and there was a big "demolition" written on the house, and some elderly people lived in some places, but generally speaking, this place was empty, and the whole area was empty. The area is almost a ghost town.

Without saying a word, Ling Feng got into a dilapidated dilapidated house, half of the roof of which was gone.

After entering the house, he took out an old big bag, stuffed pots and pans, ragged clothes and quilts that were worthless in Han Yan's eyes, and then put them on a broken tricycle outside the door. Put it on, jump on it and step on it desperately.

Han Yan, who was used to living in luxurious houses and wearing fancy clothes since he was a child, occasionally saw so-called poor people on TV, but he always felt that kind of poverty, poor in the valleys, poor in the west, in those bustling cities Therefore, no matter how poor people are, they can still have enough food and clothing.

This is the first time he saw a child of his own age living in a dilapidated house, sleeping in a dilapidated bed, wearing dilapidated clothes, stepping on dilapidated cars...

"Where's your family?" He chased after him and asked in horror.

"Dead, I have no father or mother."

That's right, Ling Feng was an orphan. He lived with his mother since he was a child. Before he was eight years old, his mother sent him to school. After he was eight years old, his mother died of illness. He became a helpless orphan in this city.

Once, relevant government departments wanted to take him in, but he didn't want to live there, so he ran out and lived in this dilapidated house—this house belonged to a widowed old woman who took him and his mother in before, but for companionship .

Later, his mother and the old woman passed away one after the other, and he lived alone in this house, picking up bottles for a living every day.

It was only at this moment that Han Yan understood why Ling Feng had to pay him back a month later with only ninety or so dollars—because he was so poor that he couldn’t even come up with such a little money, and he needed time to support himself. Basically, save the money by picking up bottles and selling them.

"Where are you going?" At this moment, Han Yan not only felt Ling Feng's poverty, but also felt that he was afraid.His behavior was more like fleeing, and his whole body was tense.

"In the future, let's not meet again. I will implicate you." Ling Feng wanted to persuade him to go away. Although he was very happy to have such a friend who was willing to help him when he was in danger, he could no longer be with him.

Han Yan was puzzled, "What happened to you? Did you break the law?"

No, he behaved well, how could he break the law?

"No."

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Looking at the blue sky, Ling Feng took a deep breath, "Afraid of losing my freedom... afraid of being locked up... afraid of being insulted..."

Han Yan became more and more confused when he heard this, "Who wants to imprison you, who wants to insult you?"

Ling Feng stopped talking, and rode his broken bike fast, leaving him far away.

Everyone has an unspeakable pain in their hearts. Han Yan didn't force him to tell his secret, but he didn't give up. He followed him all the time until Ling Feng found a new place to stay, and then quietly left.

After that day, Ling Feng hid in an abandoned house in the western suburbs, picked up bottles every day, and huddled in the dilapidated house with air leaks everywhere at night, just like this.

As for Ling Feng, he always waited for him at the places he often went to, and never stayed away from him. Such a friendship was probably the only bright spot in his miserable life, and he could not refuse the care from such a friend.

Han Yan also said to him: "If you don't have a registered permanent residence and can't study, or else I'll find someone to adopt you and make you a normal person..."

But Ling Feng refused. At his current age, if he were to change his name and call someone else his parent, he couldn't say it out loud.

The important thing is that he no longer knows how to integrate into the new family. At the age of 12, he has already seen through the coldness of the world. He is afraid of the new living environment, afraid that when he takes off all his defenses and welcomes the new life, he will be beaten back to his original shape by the cruel reality, and he will be bruised all over his body.

He once thought that his life would go on step by step in such a form, that time would bring him up little by little, and that he would end this hard life one day.

What he didn't expect was that soon after, a little girl appeared, which completely rewritten his miserable life, and at the same time subverted Han Yan's life...

　to be continued……

　　
　
(End of this chapter)