you said you would come to see me

Ah Fu regretted it, he really didn't know whether his brain was frozen or caught in the door, and he actually let the imperial stick stay.They couldn't say anything at first, and he was even more speechless when the edict was indeed lying beside him.

Chat, I really don't know what to talk about.

Alfred was nervous.

In order to allow his brain to think normally, he chose to face the edict lying flat on his back, and stared fixedly at the coat hanging on the chair.

Chi Gun was wearing a brown windbreaker, and the material seemed to be pretty good.The shirt is not the same style as the mental hospital, it is a solid color, it seems to be a bit old.The trousers were also neatly folded, though the stains indicated that they hadn't been washed in a while.

"Are you asleep?" Chi Chou asked.

"No." Alfred replied.

The imperial stick was also trying to find a topic, and in order to keep his brain thinking, he chose to stare at the moldy ceiling.

This lamp seems to be too old, and the bulbs are covered with traces of vaporized and solidified tungsten filaments.There are also a lot of spider webs, so it should not be cleaned very much on weekdays.The mildew spots in the corners are more noticeable, and may leak when it rains.

"Are you asleep?" Ah Fu asked.

"Not yet." The imperial stick replied.

God, can you please let them come up with a topic other than how are you?

People did start walking outside, and the taverns in the slums usually close at three in the morning, which is when the drunks come out.

Sometimes you can hear a few scolding, sometimes a drunk man kicks over a trash can, sometimes there will be a fight, a few quarrels, and then throw bottles, slam doors, and go home.

This has become Ah Fu's bedtime accompaniment, and he can determine whether he has insomnia tonight by hearing these sounds.

Of course he will suffer from insomnia tonight, and probably won't be able to start work on time tomorrow.

No, you don't have to go to work tomorrow, it's the weekend.

Ah Fu swallowed again, damn it, he couldn't figure it out.

"Are you hot?" Very well, Chi stick changed the subject.

Ah Fu thought for a while, and replied—"It's winter, are you hot?"

"Fortunately," the imperial stick moved, "yes...a little bit, maybe the quilt is thicker."

It's great that they can have some discussion on the craft of quilt making using vintage fabrics.

For example, the quilt of Chigun’s family is relatively soft, but it is not suitable for winter use, it is not thick enough, and it is easy to ventilate.Although Ah Fu's quilt was old, it was presumably because of the oldness, and he slept soundly. It was like wrapping a military coat on his body, airtight and very secure.

They can also have in-depth exchanges on the cold-resistant physique of red vultures.

For example, where did Chigun have been? Did he stay in the north for a while, so he was not very afraid of the cold?Why don't you wear long johns? It might be colder with just a pair of trousers.Now I only have a pair of underwear when I sleep, and Ah Fu has no quilt. I don’t know if the hardness and coldness of the bed board will penetrate the underwear and freeze to the buttocks.

Okay, now that you're ready, let's start the conversation.

Ah Fu turned around in a warrior-like state, opened his mouth and said——“Is the red eagle’s own heat production more——”

However, before he finished speaking, the imperial stick also spoke at the same time.

He said, "Can I give you a hug?"

This time it was Ah Fu's turn to be stunned.This is a very bad timing, because Ah Fu is in a state of being unable to turn around.

His heart wrestled violently. If he turned around, he and the imperial stick would most likely face each other. Obviously, this was not a good gesture for a hug.

And if he doesn't turn over, then he has to turn back again.This might not be good, does it seem too—

"How do you want to hug?" Ah Fu asked probingly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, the imperial stick stretched out one hand from under the pillow, and put the other hand on Ah Fu's shoulder, made a decision for him, and turned him back to his posture.

After a little adjustment, the imperial stick finally settled on this posture, and asked—"Is this... okay?"

Ah Fu withdrew his previous judgment.

Although it is winter, it is indeed a bit hot.

Ah Fu was thinking, if he hadn't left the imperial stick that night, maybe their intersection would have really come to an end.

Or if one of them is more active and has further development besides hugging, then they won't be stalemate with each other for so many years.

But the relationship didn't always go according to what I expected, so Chigu hugged him like this all night, for about three hours, and at around five o'clock in the morning, he finally made up his mind to leave.

Originally, Ah Fu wanted to say a few concluding lines to sublimate their relationship, but he said "You are quite big, and my arms are still a little sore from sleeping"-blocked all Ah Fu's emotions .

The imperial stick really deserves to be slapped for a lifetime.

After the imperial stick left, Ah Fu sat quietly in front of the table for a while, and then slowly climbed back to the bed.

His excitement hadn't passed yet, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and there was still a little bit of residual warmth from the stick on the bed, which made Ah Fu hold the pillow wretchedly and smell it.

He knew such behavior was bad, but he just couldn't control it.

The hot stick in his chest was unbearably hot, but damn good.

Ah Fu has never been hugged like this before. Except for his younger brother who would put his legs on his stomach when he was a child, he basically slept in a corner by himself, suffering from the cold and warm alone.

Although the arms of the imperial stick are a bit thick—he’s so big, why don’t he say that—it hurts Ah Fu’s neck, but this is still a pain that Ah Fu is willing to enjoy.

Ah Fu covered his head in the quilt, and popped out again when he couldn't breathe.

Why did the imperial stick come at this time? He had obviously been forgotten, and this messed up the plan again.

Ah Fu wanted to catch up on sleep, but rolled around, and finally got up again and ate two shivering fruits in the cold, before getting back under the quilt.

However, after the excitement, another disappointment rose from the bottom of Ah Fu's heart.

The regret of "how good it would be if he wasn't the Red Vulture" is more obvious than before. If the other party is really just an ordinary person, even if it is a golden jackal, Ah Fu is willing to shyly put this budding The relationship develops.

How could the imperial stick be the Red Vulture? He is so stupid and so good-looking. What did he go through to make him become the Red Vulture.

In Ah Fu's mind, or in the minds of most civilians, Red Eagle either kills or is killed. This kind of career that eats youth is even more risky than drug dealers.

Not to mention that they would change places with one shot, and now A Fulian didn't know when he would leave or when he would come back, so how could he develop a stable and lasting relationship with such a person.

Ah Fu sighed silently, grabbed the quilt and smelled it, and then fell asleep amidst the gradually brightening sky and the slowly rising noise.

He slept deeply and deeply, and didn't wake up until his grandma knocked on the door at noon to ask him to eat.When I first woke up, I thought I had a dream, but when I saw the fruit on the desktop, I believed that the dream continued into reality.

He distributed the fruit to his grandmother, and took a few to the neighbors next door.

In those few days, not only Ah Fu, but most people in the slums also heard the news that the red vulture was about to flap its wings and leave.That's good news for the gang in the ghetto, but somehow they're not as ecstatic as they should be.

Ah Fu didn't think much about it at that moment, he just thought they were just disappointed that they couldn't kill more red vultures.

But to Ah Fu's surprise, it's not that the gangsters don't want to celebrate, it's just that the opportunity to celebrate hasn't come yet.The more news is released, the more it shows that there is fraud.Red Vulture said he would leave in a few days, but whether the "days" were in single digits or double digits - the gangsters were not sure.

So even if the Red Vulture really wanted to leave, the gangster would have to let them bleed again before they could leave.

It was a coincidence that Ah Fu heard the news. He basically had no intersection with the gangsters, let alone know where they went to meet or gather.

His daily life is simpler than that of a royal stick, so simple that besides going to work, he just watches series with his grandma.

Now he doesn't even go to the small rooftop, he is afraid that sometime he will encounter a group of squads there to torture and extract confessions.

He didn't think that he and the other party were so predestined, that he could meet the imperial stick's team every time.And if it’s not a stick man, looking at him from left to right, he feels that he is also related to drug dealers-he doesn’t want to know about watering his head with a cloth or playing with his penis and balls with bricks Feel.

So if it wasn't for the sudden internal blockade of the slums, he wouldn't have time to wander around at all.

This is not the first time that this kind of blockade has happened. Sometimes gangsters have to make big moves, or clean up their sects, or when there are conflicts between gangs, they will be blocked to a certain extent.

No one is allowed to go out, nor is anyone allowed to come in.

Usually at such times, the golden jackal would stay away, pretending not to see anything, and let the gang deal with internal problems by themselves.

Due to the frequent visits of the Red Vultures these days, everyone put aside their internal conflicts for the time being and agreed to the outside world.Now that the main contradiction has disappeared, the secondary contradictions will naturally rise. The disputes that should be resolved must be resolved, and the numbers that should be settled must be counted.

That day, Ah Fu stopped by the door to drink porridge as usual, and planned to go to work after drinking, but several workers came over and simply said to Ah Fu, "If you don't work today, everyone don't go out", and let Ah Fu Tell the neighbors too, and let them send a message one by one.

Ah Fu was a little depressed, after all, their money was settled every day.He also wanted to buy a new wok for himself. Grandma's wok was probably used for too long, and the stir-fried vegetables were so mushy and raw at the same time.This is great, one day is missing and one gold coin is missing. I really don't know when his piggy bank will be filled and opened.

But these words can only be said in his heart, he still honestly passed on the words.Then I went back to the house for a round of cleaning, washed the underwear that had accumulated for three days, and cleaned the cobwebs on the roof again.

Finally, in the evening, I really had nothing to do, so I walked around the path smoking a cigarette.

When the interior was blocked, it was not even possible to make phone calls, so he went around to the canteen, said hello to the boss, and chatted for a while.

The boss said that it is estimated that something big will happen tonight.

Ah Fu said why there is still a major issue, is it because we are having trouble with the neighborhood next door?

The boss curled his lips with a mysterious look on his face, he said no, if there was a disturbance, the people from the next area would not come over, you see——

A Fu followed the eyes of the boss and saw several unfamiliar faces coming in from the outside of the street.It was the people from the slums next door and next door, a lot of them, but they were unarmed.

Ah Fu was curious, he said it was not a matter of numbers, why did they come here?

The boss couldn't say that, just glanced at Ah Fu, wrinkled his face, sighed, and said something cryptic—probably because he didn't want the crow to come, so he had to demonstrate again.

At first, Ah Fu didn't understand, and after saying goodbye to the boss, he walked a short distance before vaguely guessing the meaning.The imperial stick said earlier that if they can't take down their slums, the army will take over the work of the red eagles and come to suppress and clean up the gangsters.

What the army is, it is a group that does not grow anywhere it passes.The gangsters are absolutely unwilling to have such a situation. In the final analysis, once they really fight, they will kill three hundred enemies and lose three thousand.

So they will take all the poor people in the slums as hostages, and even the citizens outside.

Of course, this is a very dangerous behavior, and it is also a complete provocation to the government, so they need more manpower, and they also need the help of the golden jackal.

Ah Fu saw the golden jackal who had transported drugs in a police car before, and the potbellied man also came in with a small team from outside.It's just that today they don't wear uniforms unassumingly, and they don't crowd into the alley with sirens in a grand manner.

They're going to plan something big together for all to see—trying to uproot the gangsters in the slums is absolutely impossible.

And how big is this "big"--Ah Fu didn't want to understand.

He felt that although they were unwilling to confront the flying crow head-on, they would not easily open fire on ordinary citizens.After all, ordinary residents are also their fortress. If most of the residents are angered, life will be difficult for gangsters and golden jackals.

So when Ah Fu actually heard about the plan, he suddenly realized.

Yes, apart from the red vulture, there is nothing more convenient to use as an example to others.