Chapter 62

The fee was paid by Qi Ran through group buying online, and a few people stood outside the gate and handed over the money.

“Come on, scan my QR code and add friends to transfer money.” Qi Ran showed the QR code and looked at Song Zhaolan expectantly.

Several girls showed excited expressions and urged: “Hurry up and add more.”

“How much?” Song Zhaolan turned on the phone.

“109 each.”

Song Zhaolan snapped his fingers and found that there were only seventy or eighty yuan in the account.

“drop-”

Yu Tingfeng has already added a friend and transferred the money.

Qi Ran was puzzled and said, “You paid too much, not 218.”

“Both of us.” Yu Tingfeng pointed to Song Zhaolan, and said to him, “Remember to return it to me.”

“Okay.” Song Zhaolan nodded.

Qi Ran: “…” Missed the opportunity to be friends on WeChat!

It was getting dark outside, Qi Ran suggested that everyone go eat hot pot together, Song Zhaolan refused: “I won’t go, I have no money.”

Girls: “…” It’s a simple and irresistible reason.

“I invite you, you don’t need to pay for it.” Qi Ran said generously.

Song Zhaolan was about to speak when Yu Tingfeng interrupted him and asked, “Have you finished your homework?”

“not yet.”

“You don’t have money, and you want to eat other people’s hot pot before you finish your homework?” Yu Tingfeng scolded, “Your behavior is not good.”

Song Zhaolan said regretfully: “Then another day, I will eat hot pot with you when I have money, I will go back to do my homework first, goodbye.”

Seeing that Song Zhaolan was leaving, the assistants pushed Qi Ran, Qi Ran hurriedly said: “Then let’s go back too, Song Zhaolan, where do you live? Let’s go back together?”

“Lingyun Street.”

“Coincidentally, I got off at the Chinese Medicine Hospital station in front! You can take a bus!” Qi Ran said.

Assist immediately said: “That’s good, Song Zhaolan, Qi Ran, please, send her home safely! Let’s go back first, bye!”

The three stood at the bus station waiting for the bus, Song Zhaolan stared at the car on the road with a sad face.

“Drink some water first.” Yu Tingfeng unscrewed the bottle angrily, “Don’t make random promises to others if you get motion sickness.”

Song Zhaolan took a sip of water, wet his lips, and glanced at the girl standing not far away: “She was abandoned by her friends, and it’s poor, anyway, we’re on the way.”

“Did she get left behind?” Yu Tingfeng became even more depressed.

“The car is here.” Qi Ran waved, “Hurry up and get in the car.”

Yu Tingfeng stepped up with his long legs, and Song Zhaolan waited until everyone else had finished before falling to the back. Walking to the second half of the carriage, he found that Qi Ran and Yu Tingfeng each occupied a double seat, one in front and one behind, while looking at him.

There is an inexplicable sense of déjà vu to do multiple-choice questions.

He walked to Qi Ran’s side, nodded to her, and then sat in the back row, which was next to Yu Tingfeng.

“I get motion sickness,” he explained.

“Motion sickness is just right…” Qi Ran quickly covered his mouth, and almost said the second half of the sentence.

Originally, she was thinking of pretending to be dizzy and leaning on his shoulder, but who knew that the other party was actually motion sick. It would be even better if she could sit with her.

She turned her head to look at Yu Tingfeng again, and said, “Yu Tingfeng definitely doesn’t like people sitting with him, so why don’t you sit in the front?”

Yu Tingfeng raised his chin: “Who said I don’t like it anymore?”

Qi Ran: “…are you really natural enemies?”

Yu Tingfeng raised his eyebrows slowly, full of provocation. Just as he was about to speak, the car started suddenly. He immediately shut up and looked sideways at Song Zhaolan.

Qi Ran also looked over, only to see that Song Zhaolan had closed his eyes.

“…” This motion sickness is as fast as a rocket.

Now it’s just in time for the evening rush hour, and the cars stop and go, which is very congested.

Qi Ran took a nap for a while, and someone patted her shoulder, she turned her head to look at Yu Tingfeng: “What are you doing?”

“What are you talking about? See where you are.” Yu Tingfeng said in a bad tone.

Qi Ran looked outside, and the next stop was the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. She looked back at the other party in surprise: “You seem to be a good person, but I thought you were bad.”

“bias.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it next time.” After Qi Ran finished speaking, he glanced sideways at Song Zhaolan who was asleep.

The other party closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and rested his head on Yu Tingfeng’s shoulder, twisting it from time to time, looking a little uncomfortable.

Yu Tingfeng also turned his head to look at him, and couldn’t help stretching out his index finger to rub the center of his brow.

Click—

Yu Tingfeng looked at Qi Ran abruptly.

Qi Ran immediately raised his hands: “I just saw that you guys are very close to each other, so I couldn’t help but took a picture.”

“Deleted.” Yu Tingfeng ordered.

“why”

“If someone else sees it, I can’t forgive you.”

“Then don’t you want to see it yourself?” Qi Ran put the phone in front of him, glanced quickly, “I can send it to you.”

Yu Tingfeng: “…”

Yu Tingfeng: “Send it to me, then delete it.”

Qi Ran smiled and picked up her bag, ready to get out of the car: “If you want to speak so fiercely, I won’t post it.”

Yu Tingfeng: “…”

The car continued to drive forward, bumped a bit, Song Zhaolan suddenly grabbed his arm, and his expression became more uncomfortable.

Yu Tingfeng touched his side face, and asked in a low voice, “Should we get off at the next stop?”

Song Zhaolan nodded.

However, the more he got to the city center, the more serious the traffic jam was. Yu Tingfeng tried to distract him: “I heard that if you get motion sickness, chatting can relieve your concentration. How about I tell you a story.”

Song Zhaolan didn’t want to speak, and pressed his fingers on the back of his hand.

“What type do you want to hear?”

Song Zhaolan’s lips moved, but he didn’t make a sound, but Yu Tingfeng still understood his lips.

“yours.”

“Okay, then let me talk about… the dragon-breaking sword technique, haven’t you always wanted to learn this? Do you know how I researched it?” Yu Tingfeng whispered in his ear, ” I observed my father’s kung fu countless times. After I learned it, I ran to the magic valley to find those imprisoned masters, and used my dad’s kung fu to fight against them. Whenever someone beat me with a move, I immediately tried again I secretly learned the trick they used, and finally summarized what I learned into a complete set of saber techniques, all for the purpose of dealing with my father.”

“People say that blood is an inseparable bond, why have I never felt it?”

“When I was young, they sent me to fight with others when they were happy, and threw me into the wolf’s den when they were not happy, and fed me poison so that I could practice the five poisons. Do you know how I survived? A friend searched everywhere for me and found an antidote, and I woke up that night, but my friend was killed by them.”

“I can’t have friends, I can’t have any compassion, otherwise everyone around me will suffer.”

“So I practiced the dragon-breaking knife technique and used it on my father. When I saw the blood on the knife, I didn’t know whether it was joy or sadness. I could get rid of their control, but it seemed that I had finally become theirs.” A ruthless monster that I cultivated myself.”

Yu Tingfeng narrated it calmly, as if he was telling someone else’s story.

“Do you know how much I envy your life?”

“I don’t want to teach you the dragon-breaking sword technique at all.”

Song Zhaolan’s lips moved, and he murmured, “My life…is not as good as you think.”

The car finally arrived at the next stop, Yu Tingfeng pulled Song Zhaolan out of the car, a gust of cold wind blew outside, he gathered the collar of his coat, and wanted to help Song Zhaolan do the same, but found that he was wearing a thick sweater.

“How do you feel?” Yu Tingfeng asked.

Song Zhaolan waved his hands, squatted down on the ground without strength, buried his head and took a deep breath.

“Wait for me here, I’ll go buy a bottle of water.”

After resting for a while, Song Zhaolan raised his head and saw the young man running on the opposite road, his hair was lifted by the cold wind, and then stopped on the side of the road to wait for the green light. His feet were not honest, and when the green light came on, he quickly passed through the crowd and rushed towards him.

He recalled the days of martial arts training in the past, and the scene when he first saw Yu Tingfeng in the Devil’s Cult, he was really murderous.

But an accident changed the trajectory of all of them.

Fortunately, fortunately.

“Drink some water.” Yu Tingfeng squatted down, unscrewed the water, and fed it to his mouth.

Song Zhaolan sucked the mouth of the bottle, gulped down two gulps, and after swallowing, drank a few more gulps.

“Is there anything better?”

“Um……”

Song Zhaolan nodded slowly, and then put a cold hand on his forehead.

“Aren’t you cold in your clothes?”

“It was hot when I came out.”

“It’s cold now, idiot. Stop squatting here to blow the air, get up and walk around.” Yu Tingfeng pulled him up.

Song Zhaolan just stood up halfway, then stopped moving, and mumbled: “My feet are a little numb.”

Yu Tingfeng: “Where’s the head?”

“A little dizzy.”

“…”

“Forget about being hypocritical.” Yu Tingfeng let go of his hand cursingly, took off his coat, and put it behind him, “stretch out your hand.”

Song Zhaolan stretched out his hand and asked, “Why?”

“Put it on, don’t get sick when the time comes.” Yu Tingfeng’s tone was fierce.

“What about you?” Song Zhaolan looked down at the sleeves that didn’t belong to him, and then at the thin inner lining, “I don’t want it.”

“Stop talking nonsense, I don’t get dizzy or numb when I get up from the pier.” Yu Tingfeng squatted in front of him, “Come up.”

“what?”

“What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up, do you want me to freeze to death?” Yu Tingfeng said impatiently, “This way we are all warm and you can go home.”

Song Zhaolan lay down obediently.

Yu Tingfeng walked forward with his back on his back. The two of them were already tall, but this appearance attracted many heads.

Song Zhaolan was a little embarrassed: “Why don’t I come down, at worst I’ll walk slowly.”

“Don’t move.”

“Oh.” Song Zhaolan put on the hoodie lightly and put his head on his shoulders, so that no one could see his face, which was not too embarrassing.

With his chest pressed against his back, Yu Tingfeng’s body temperature also rose, and he even started to sweat.

The person on the back was quiet for a while, and he asked casually, “Are you asleep?”

“No.” Song Zhaolan said softly, the hot breath from his mouth hit his neck, which was hot and itchy.

“Then why don’t you speak?”

“say what?”

“casual.”

Someone passed by, Song Zhaolan buried his head deeply in again, until his cheek was pressed against his neck before giving up.

An inappropriate word suddenly popped up in Yu Tingfeng’s mind—ears and temples grinding together.

“Yu Tingfeng, you are fine.”

Yu Tingfeng paused: “What?”

“Didn’t you ask me to say something casually?” Song Zhaolan muttered.

Yu Tingfeng chuckled lightly: “Just because I recited you? I have recited others too.”

“It’s not this…” Song Zhaolan raised his head, revealing a pair of clear eyes, reflecting the colorful lights of the street, and Yu Tingfeng’s chiseled profile.

“Although you were born in the Demon Cult, you did not become a monster.”

Yu Tingfeng’s heart skipped a beat, and he walked forward silently.

“The Dragon Breaking Saber Technique only hurts a person without conscience, and this person happens to be related to you by blood. It is a great crime to give birth and not raise your relatives. You are killing your relatives righteously, so you are not a monster.” Song Zhaolan said word by word. , “Actually, you know how to be grateful. Don’t you get along well with Aunt Yu? Some relationships are not explained by blood.”

Yu Tingfeng took a deep breath.

“Also, why do monsters have so many friends? Last time you fell and injured, Sun Yicheng and the others were about to cry. They shouldn’t just be in awe of you, right? And Zhang Wei…don’t you also fight?” It’s all together, even Qi Ran has changed his mind about you, you obviously only got along for less than two hours.”

“So you see, as long as you take the initiative, everyone will be your friend.” Song Zhaolan paused, and silently curled the corners of his mouth, “And me, I am also your good friend.”

“Really, Yu Tingfeng, you are fine.”

Yu Tingfeng blinked, pushing away the damp heat in his eyes.

After a long while, Song Zhaolan said softly, “Actually, I know who Ah Feng is, thank you.”

Yu Tingfeng paused suddenly: “You know him? Then do you know…”

“I know.” Song Zhaolan took a deep breath, “He killed my parents.”

Yu Tingfeng slowly opened his eyes wide: “Then why are you hiding it from me?”

“Because at first I thought that Ah Feng was you.”

Yu Tingfeng can also be called Afeng.

“…” I almost took such a big pot on my back.

Song Zhaolan smiled in a low voice: “Do you think that if you just pick up firewood, you can pick up a martial arts leader?”

Yu Tingfeng looked sideways at him in disbelief: “You planned it all?”

“You never thought about it, my parents didn’t teach me martial arts since I was a child, why am I willing to learn it later?” Song Zhaolan said, “Because the master told me that a demon named Afeng killed me. Father and mother. So I practiced martial arts with him, and revenge became my hope of living. I will not go down the mountain until I finally defeat my master, and I must make sure that nothing will go wrong.”

Yu Tingfeng seemed to be in a dream, was this the ignorant Song Zhaolan in his imagination! ?

“After becoming the leader, I can lead a group of people to attack the Demon Cult. Looking at the entire Demon Cult, only your name is popular, and it is possible to defeat my parents.”

Yu Tingfeng sighed: “No wonder the attack was so ruthless at the beginning, but the momentum seems to be weaker later, why?”

“That fan, the one that fell out of your arms, belongs to my father.”

“…”

Yu Tingfeng had indeed picked up the fan from Song Twelve’s corpse. When Song Twelve swallowed his last breath, he saw him coming and subconsciously pulled the clothes on his chest.

Yu Tingfeng just saw the fan hidden inside, probably because he envied Song Twelve’s heroism, or because he had received a little kindness, and wanted to do a favor by leaving something for their child “Xiao Lan”. If you encounter it, you will return it.

“Then isn’t my suspicion even greater?” Yu Tingfeng was puzzled.

“My father never leaves his fan. He said he would leave the fan to the right person.” Song Zhaolan said softly.

“Then why didn’t you ask me to go back then?”

“It can be seen that you like that fan very much, and the bones of the fan are all bald. I began to wonder if you are the enemy I am really looking for.” Song Zhaolan said, “I didn’t really know you until I got here, and I feel more and more like you. You can’t be the one who hurt my parents. Anyway, I have to thank you. ”

When he heard Yu Tingfeng personally say that he killed Afeng, he was only shocked for a moment in his heart, and soon recovered to his original state, and then felt a strong sense of relief.

Fortunately, Yu Tingfeng is just Yu Tingfeng, born in darkness, but like a ray of light.

“Yu Tingfeng, you are my best friend, you are different from others, you are unique.” Song Zhaolan said.

Yu Tingfeng smiled helplessly: “Are all of you righteous people so cunning?”

“Huh?” Song Zhaolan looked at him suspiciously, “What do you mean?”

“Specialize in people’s hearts.”

Song Zhaolan smiled: “I’m telling the truth.”

“Song Zhaolan, I’ve thought about it.” Yu Tingfeng suddenly said something out of line.

Song Zhaolan: “What have you considered?”

Yu Tingfeng stopped and looked at him sideways, as if he could touch him if he moved a little further.

The four eyes are facing each other.

Song Zhaolan’s eyes moved slightly, and he asked again: “What have you considered?”

Yu Tingfeng said slowly: “You are my best brother, you can do anything to me, understand?”

“clear.”

Yu Tingfeng let out a breath, and found that it was not that difficult to say this sentence, he felt much more relaxed, and even wanted to run.

“Ah, slow down!” Song Zhaolan was caught off guard and leaned back, almost being thrown out, and firmly grasped his shoulders.

Yu Tingfeng stopped quickly and said, “I’m a little hungry.”

“Let’s go have a meal first.” Song Zhaolan patted him on the shoulder, “I don’t feel dizzy anymore, and my feet don’t feel numb anymore. Let me down.”

Yu Tingfeng put him down, Song Zhaolan stomped his feet, then looked at him with a smile.

When Yu Tingfeng saw his smile, his intuition was not very good.

“You just said I can do whatever I want?”

“Um……”

“Then can you tell me, besides me, who else has memorized?”

“…” sloppy.

The author has something to say:

It’s cold, everyone put on more clothes!

Yu Tingfeng:? I just took off my clothes, I don’t even have a pair of pants left, what a shame!

Song Zhaolan: Good boy, it’s okay, my vest seems to have fallen off too.