MTL - Paper Plane-Chapter 31

Hearing what he said, Huizi really raised her leg to go, and before leaving, she raised her hand and patted Yang Xuan's shoulder and said, "Then I'll go, wish me success."

Yang Xuan squeezed the cigarette, watched Huizi walk towards Tang Junhe, then bowed his head and said something to him. Tang Junhe looked away from him and turned to Huizi.

Yang Xuan saw his younger brother raised his head, exposing the slightly protruding Adam's apple on his neck, he looked at Huizi with guarded and cold eyes, completely different from the one he looked at himself.

He regretted it a little, maybe he shouldn't have said that sentence just now.

Huizi sat down, sat on the plastic chair on Tang Junhe's right, turned her head and said something to him with a smile. The coldness on Tang Junhe's face seemed to ease a bit, and he would occasionally say a few words.

Yang Xuan felt that he might have underestimated Huizi—that person had always been in sensual places, and his flirting skills were top-notch, so he might be able to easily deal with a young boy who hadn't experienced much in the world. There was an imperceptible disgust in his brows and eyes, and his expression became a little gloomy.

After a while, Tang Junhe got up first and left, and took a special look in Yang Xuan's direction before leaving. Seeing Yang Xuan staring at him, he didn't seem surprised, but puffed his cheeks instead.

After Tang Junhe left, Huizi also stood up and walked towards Yang Xuan with a trace of frustration on his face. Yang Xuan's irritability dissipated a little, and he flicked the soot that had accumulated for a long time with his fingers, and looked at Huizi expressionlessly.

"Oh, it didn't work." Standing beside him, Huizi also lit a cigarette, "Do you know what he said to me?"

Yang Xuan bit his cigarette, and said vaguely "Huh?"

"He said that the last person who asked him that question was almost killed by him." Huizi seemed to find this kind of statement very fresh, and said depressedly, "It's quite similar to what he said, children nowadays have such personalities. Is it?"

The corner of Yang Xuan's mouth moved, as if he smiled, and said, "What he said is true."

"Ah?" Huizi turned to look at him, a little disbelieving, "Really? How do you know?"

Yang Xuan said lightly: "I am present."

Huizi choked on his cigarette and coughed a few times: "You really know each other? You can't really be his brother?" He stared at Yang Xuan's face, and said in a daze for a while, "Don't tell me, You two really look alike."

Yang Xuan didn't respond, but just looked at the players playing billiards at the tables in front of him.

"Hey, I'm sorry buddy," Huizi raised his hand and touched the back of his head, then asked in a low voice, "So what happened at that time, why didn't you succeed in killing it later?"

"Later," Yang Xuan said in a deep voice, "I beat that man up, so I didn't kill him."

Huizi was almost shocked, and coughed again in his throat after he recovered: "Cough, cough, cough... Dude, don't make such an expression, I have no other intentions... Don't hit me, I was just playing with him, I didn't think I really slept with him..." After he finished speaking, he rubbed his head and laughed, "That person should thank you, if he hadn't been beaten up by you, he would have died."

Yang Xuan continued in a flat tone: "After being beaten by me, his legs and feet were not very agile. When he reached the intersection, he was hit by a car and died."

With an expression of being struck by lightning, Huizi was stunned for a moment, then stammered: "Brother, I still have something to do, first, let's get out first."

Yang Xuan smoked the last cigarette, watched Huizi go downstairs, pressed the cigarette **** into the ashtray on the window sill, extinguished it, hooked one corner of his mouth, and let out a barely audible laugh.

Every weekday afternoon, going to the billiards hall to watch Yang Xuan play billiards has almost become an unstoppable summer activity for Tang Jun Helei.

He has never liked any summer vacation so much, it seems that every day becomes something to look forward to.

Every day, after finishing homework for the girl who started school and was promoted to the second grade of junior high school, he took 100 yuan from his aunt, and then he went downstairs, humming songs along the shaded path full of cicadas, passing by A row of colorful store fronts, buy an ice cream at the store along the road, then walk to the door of the bar called "Painful", go up to the second floor, and you can see his brother Yang Xuan.

The air conditioner on the second floor was fully turned on, and the air conditioner made a buzzing sound above his head, evaporating the beads of sweat that oozed from his forehead bit by bit. Even the smell of the miasma became bearable.

After eating an ice cream, it's time for him to go home. Otherwise, Tang Xiaonian will definitely ask him where he went in the afternoon if he goes back late. If Tang Xiaonian knows that he didn't stay at home to do his homework, but ran out to take a part-time job, she will definitely find a way to lock herself in home.

Tang Junhe's eating ice cream became slower and slower. At the beginning, he could finish eating it in ten minutes, gradually it took 20 minutes to finish it, and then it took 30 minutes to finish it.

I can't get enough of ice cream, and his brother Yang Xuan can't get enough of seeing it either. Tang Junhe ate the ice cream insatiably, and stared at Yang Xuan insatiably. Once Yang Xuan went downstairs, he began to fidget, and kept turning his head to look at the stairs, afraid that Yang Xuan would not come up after eating an ice cream.

Tang Junhe didn't dare to stare at Yang Xuan all the time. Once Yang Xuan looked at him, he would turn his eyes and pretend to look elsewhere to show his great interest in billiards. And once Yang Xuan was called to play billiards by other guests, his eyes became unscrupulous, looking straight at Yang Xuan's focused profile while playing billiards.

It was Qixi Festival in a blink of an eye, and Yang Chengchuan took Tang Xiaonian out to watch the piano concert with the two tickets booked for him by his secretary. This was Tang Xiaonian's first Chinese Valentine's Day with Yang Chengchuan since she officially entered the house. She prepared dinner for Tang Junhe, then dressed herself up in front of the mirror, and then went out with Yang Chengchuan.

It was rare that he was alone at home at night. Tang Junhe sat in his room after taking a shower, listening to the cicadas chirping outside the window, and couldn't help guessing what Yang Xuan was doing.

Will the billiards hall on Qixi Festival be very lively? Will there be girls who will confess their love to Yang Xuan on this day? Tang Junhe could see that his brother Yang Xuan was very attractive to girls. Many times, there were a few professional billiard assistant coaches standing next to him, and the girls still liked to ask Yang Xuan to play with him.

Tang Junhe put down his pen, looked at the alarm clock on the table, stood up and went to the bed to change his clothes - he planned to go to the pool hall to see Yang Xuan. His mother Tang Xiaonian is not at home, this is a golden opportunity.

Tang Junhe took off his pajamas, put on a crisp white T-shirt and light blue jeans, and walked out the door with half-dry hair. When I got off the bus and walked to the entrance of the bar, it was already past eight o'clock, and the bar on Qixi Festival had already become lively early. In order to match the party at night, the lights in the bar were changed to an ambiguous orange tone, and the men and women who entered and exited the scene Elaborately dressed, it makes Tang Junhe unable to blend into the atmosphere of the bar tonight.

The waiter at the door was replaced by a new person. Seeing that Tang Junhe was about to step in, he reached out to stop him, looked at him and said, "Are you an adult?"

"I'm here to find Yang Xuan." Tang Junhe looked at him and said.

"Looking for Yang Xuan?" The man seemed to be new here, looking at him suspiciously, as if he was not sure whether to let him in or not. While hesitating, the previous waiter happened to pass by the door with a cocktail, and said in a timely manner: "It's okay, let him in, Yang Xuan's classmate."

"Oh, okay, come in." The man breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Yang Xuan's younger brother." Tang Junhe looked at the waiter who spoke for him, and said seriously, "Thank you."

"It's my younger brother..." the man laughed, "I just said that you look alike."

Turning around the promenade, the charming singing voices from the bar floated out. Today is Qixi Festival, and the resident singer sang one slow love song after another.

Before going up the stairs, Tang Junhe glanced curiously at the bar on the first floor, and the adult men and women sitting face to face seemed to be expressing love from the corners of their eyes and brows. It turns out that one can tell whether one likes a person or not through the eyes. This idea came to his mind, and then he couldn't help thinking about his expression when he looked at Yang Xuan.

Will it be the same as those people's eyes? When he walked up the stairs, he was a little tangled thinking, so does he like Yang Xuan? But they are relatives, half brothers.

The billiard hall was much more lively than usual, each pool table was surrounded by many people, Yang Xuan was still leaning against the window sill—on such a day, there were not many people who asked him to go to play with him, and the ones who needed more attention were those who drank too much. People who will fight and make trouble.

Seeing Tang Junhe appearing from the stairs, Yang Xuan frowned—why did he come at this time? Why did his mother, Tang Xiaonian, let him out at night?

The row of plastic chairs was already full of people, and Tang Junhe couldn't find a place to sit down, so he turned and walked towards Yang Xuan. Yang Xuan stared at him with a hint of warning in his eyes.

Tang Junhe approached, saw him staring at him all the time, and explained with twinkling eyes: "I'm a little bored at home alone, so I just want to take a look."

Yang Xuan said coldly, "Go back, this is not the place you should come."

"There is no such rule." Tang Junhe stood beside him and retorted softly.

He stood very close to him, half a head shorter than himself, Yang Xuan could smell the steam from his wet hair, and the smell of shampoo, mixed in the dirty air, it was so fresh and out of place, he repeated, emphatically The tone said: "I said, go back."

Tang Junhe was also stubborn, and insisted: "I won't return."

"If something happens, I won't bother you anymore." Yang Xuan said almost threateningly.

However, Tang Junhe took this sentence as a tacit agreement, and nodded with relief: "Yes." There was even a hint of happiness in his tone.

The familiar feeling of irritability spread along the nerve endings again, and Yang Xuan knocked on the window sill unconsciously with his fingers.

Having grown up so big, he has never encountered such a difficult thing. The things I encountered before could be resolved either by fighting hard, or by refusing with a cold face.

But his half-brother was different—it was useless to threaten him coldly, and it was useless to treat him coldly. Would it be useful to beat him hard? Maybe, but thinking of the faint scar on his head, the two trembling eyelashes, and the tightly clenched fist like ice, he couldn't really attack him.

—That's his half-brother.

Tang Xiaonian's intentions were so sinister, Yang Xuan couldn't help guessing that maybe she had made such a calculation back then, she had calculated that the family relationship between them was thicker than water and couldn't be easily let go, so she killed Tang Junhe ten years ago. Send it to your own home, paving the way for the transition ten years later.

There was a sound of "bang", the sound of the wine bottle breaking not far away, and the voice of cursing rose, Yang Xuan frowned, and walked towards the restless people at the table.

Several people who were about to start a fight were flushed, and swear words mixed with alcohol came out of their mouths. One of them was holding an empty wine bottle, and was about to smash another person on the head. As soon as he raised his arm, He was held down by Yang Xuan raising his hand.

"Fuck, don't meddle in your own business." The man turned his head and shouted, "Let go! Otherwise, I will beat you too."

"Go out and fight." Yang Xuan said.

"What did you say?" The man frowned impatiently.

"I said, go out and play, the billiard hall is not a place to fight." Yang Xuan looked at the man and said calmly.

"Fuck, what are you talking about with him!" The person opposite picked up the wine bottle and threw it at Yang Xuan's head.

Yang Xuan let go of the man's arm, tilted his head, and dodged the powerful wine bottle. Just as he was about to reach out to block it, a billiard cue stretched out and hit the man's forearm heavily. The man was caught off guard for a moment. , Shrinking his hand in pain, the wine bottle fell in response, hitting the ground, torn apart.

"Who the **** are you, you!" The man looked angrily at Tang Junhe, who was leaning over at some point, copying a pool cue, and was about to hit him in the face with his fist, but Tang Junhe turned his head to hide At the same time, Yang Xuan stretched out his hand and dragged him behind him, his fist barely brushed against his right ear, with a gust of fierce wind, which made him have instant tinnitus.