Love you, never separate

He Qing heard that there was a big news in the school recently. Li Zhenwei, the prickly boy in class 8, was beaten and his whole body was fractured. Now he is still in hospital with plaster cast.

Some people speculate that he was avenged by the people who knew him before, and others speculate that it was because of some contradictions, but he Qing didn't care about these. He knew that there would be no one around him who would chatter and laugh at him for fun. His heart suddenly sighed for a moment.

More than a year has passed, and it's time for the final exam of senior two in a twinkling of an eye. Although there are still a lot of rumors about He Qing, in general, the heat has dropped a lot.

As the final exam is approaching, he Qing's review time has increased significantly. From three hours a day to six hours now, he is studying every day. As long as he is awake, he either reads or studies, and then goes to class.

On a very ordinary afternoon, he Qing went to a small reading room next to the school with his books as usual. When he passed a small alley of a private rental house, he suddenly heard the sound of punching and kicking, mixed with the sound of scolding, teasing and whistling.

He Qing didn't want to take part in it, but he heard a familiar voice. Although the breath was not steady, he still heard it very clearly. This was the person who spoke for him at the entrance of the class when he was a freshman in high school.

Since the other party has helped him, there is no reason for him to stand idly by. He looked at the situation around the corner in front of him and found that there were a lot of people. Five or six people were around Zhou Li and one was fighting.

"Oh, master Zhou, you're a drag, aren't you? Keep pulling? How many stinky money do you really think you are? I Pooh A yellow hair grabbed Zhou Li's hair and forced him to lift his face up. He spat on Zhou Li's face.

Zhou Li was caught off guard by vomiting, and his tongue pushed the meat on both sides. He turned his head aside and booed.

"Cao, you dare to insult me. Don't you know how to write dead words?" The little gangster broke off He Qing's chin and smashed it with a fist. Zhou Li was hit on the head with the fist, and his mouth smelled of fishy and sweet.

Zhou Li's hands were tightly grasped, and he couldn't earn any money. He suddenly got angry. He put the tip of his tongue on his back teeth for a while, and it seemed that he was beaten loose there.

"That's what your boss taught you? Taking advantage of others' danger and blocking others to fight? You don't have much honor in doing things. Tell your boss that he has the ability to come to me personally and challenge me. Don't step on the horse and hide behind him to pretend to be a grandson. Is it fun? "

Huang Mao laughed a few times and said, "no matter what method he uses, just beat you up. We'll talk about it later."

Huang Mao patted Zhou Li's face vigorously, approached him and said word by word: "so, why do you want to offend our eldest brother's cousin? Aren't you looking for a fight? Our boss said, "I don't want to beat you any more, just beat you up like Ah Wei and go to the hospital for a few months."

Zhou Li laughed twice and said, "do you want to hit me? It depends on whether it's qualified or not

His words were arrogant. Even when he was facing a group of people alone, he didn't show any diffidence. He kicked the yellow hair to the ground, and then, when the person holding his hand didn't pay attention, he turned around and easily got out of the grip.

"Grass, you dare to kick me, brothers, give me up!" Huang Mao was forced to hurry. He got up from the ground and cried to the younger brother behind him. His tone was suddenly raised. Zhou Li felt harsh when he heard it.

Zhou Li was a little hard on seven people. He was beaten a few times in the back, and gradually he was a little weak.

He Qing can't help rushing out at the corner now. He wants to help Zhou Li. Although he can't do anything, he can't just sit by and do nothing.

He Qing has never had a fight. He can only use his body to fight for Zhou Li Kang's fists. It was summer, wearing short sleeves, his fists fell on his skin and made a stuffy noise. He Qing lay on Zhou Li's body without saying a word, and closed his eyes to bear these fists for him.

"Grass, where is this son of a bitch coming from? Have you come to make trouble? It's not, damn, beat him together!" Huang Mao sees he Qing rushing up to block his fist for Zhou Li. A fit of air.

Zhou Li looked at He Qing, who was lying on him with his eyes closed and frowned slightly. It was the first time that he had observed him so closely. He Qing really echoed all the images he had imagined. He was so gentle between his eyebrows and eyes, and he had a little baby fat on his cheek. He was a little cute.

Now is not the time to think about this. He Qing can't bear the fists of these people. He wants to push he Qing down from him, but he finds that he Qing's strength is so amazing that he can't push any way.

"If you get up, you can't stand it. Leave me alone." Zhou Li advised in a deep voice.

"It doesn't matter... It'll be OK for a while... I'll help you... You're not alone..." he Qing held on, forced to endure the pain on her body, and didn't speak quickly.

When Zhou Li heard he Qing's words, he was stunned. Then he felt that there was something wrong in his heart. He knocked it heavily and made a sound of Dong Dong. His heart beat louder and louder. He felt that it was a resonance from the depth of his soul.

Zhou Li didn't know what he felt in his heart at this time. He and he Qing, in a strict sense, had never met before. But he Qing could rush out to block his fist at this time. He really didn't expect it.

What's more, even his brother, who used to be his brother, left him when he was in danger. But he Qing, who couldn't fight, now rushed out to protect him with all his strength.

He suddenly reaches out his hand and turns around to protect he Qing. He wants to protect he Qing.

"Grass, what kind of brotherhood are you playing with? How many times do you block for me? How many times do I block for you? We're almost tired of playing. " Huang Mao scolded.

Suddenly, a few long sirens came to mind in the distance, getting closer and closer. Huang Mao was surprised and scolded, "grass, this smelly boy has hit 110. Damn it, go first, don't get into the game again."

Then he and his younger brother ran away in a hurry, leaving Zhou Li and he Qing paralyzed on the ground.

Zhou Li was so quietly lying on He Qing, chin against He Qing's shoulder, his heart suddenly had an unprecedented sense of fullness, but he did not know where this feeling began.

He felt he Qing's heart beating violently under his body, and looked up at He Qing, who was dazzled by his big eyes.