Suo Qingjun Chapter 74
byMeeting each other in alleys
The sun at noon hung in the sky, baking the asphalt road with a faint layer of heat.Qing Feng’an clutched the things she just bought. She originally wanted to take a shortcut back, but she didn’t expect that this tangled old alley was like a maze. After twists and turns, she was completely lost.
The blue-gray brick walls are mottled and old, and the alley is narrow and cramped, and the wind can’t even bring in any coolness.And in the deepest part of the alley, a few malicious laughters sharply pierced the silence.
Qing Feng’an paused and looked up.
I saw three arrogant boys blocking a thin young man in the corner.The young man huddled up holding his schoolbag, his face was pale and his eyes were red, but he was still stubborn and refused to bow his head.One of the boys with yellow hair stretched out his hand to push his shoulder, his tone was frivolous and harsh.
The coldness in his heart suddenly surged up, and Qing Feng’an walked over quickly without hesitation.
He has a slim figure, wearing plain light-colored clothes, and his long hair is only tied back with a simple hosta. He looks gentle and gentle, but the moment he approaches, he exudes an inviolable aura.Without any fear, he walked straight to the young man, turned slightly sideways, and protected the young man firmly behind him. His back was straight, like a green bamboo standing in the wind. It seemed slender, but it was full of tenacity.
“Don’t you feel ashamed if you bully a child in broad daylight?”
Qing Feng’an’s voice was not loud, but it was clear and calm, without any panic, and every word was pronounced.He raised his eyes to look at the three boys in front of him, his eyes calm and calm, but with a kind of indifference that could see through people’s hearts.
“Is there something that I can’t talk about properly, but I have to resort to such despicable methods? Be reasonable in everything. You guys will only make people look down on you if you bully the weak.”
He didn’t want to be violent.When you go out, you cannot carry a knife with you. The only thing you can use to defend yourself is the hosta that ties your hair.He didn’t want to pull it out and hurt anyone unless he had to, let alone scare the boy behind him.
He tried to persuade the other party with reason, but the three boys were obviously used to being gangsters. They were lectured in public by a boy who looked gentle and gentle, and their faces instantly lost their composure and turned into anger.
“Where does this pretty boy dare to meddle in my business?” the yellow-haired boy spat, glaring fiercely at Qing Feng’an, “Be reasonable? I am being reasonable here! I think you are tired of living, and you dare to meddle in our own business!”
Another boy also echoed, reaching out to push Feng An’s shoulder, his face full of disdain and arrogance: “Don’t talk nonsense to him, just do it directly and let him know the consequences of meddling in his own business!”
Seeing that the opponent’s fist was about to fall, Qing Feng’an’s eyes darkened, and her fingertips had already touched the hosta behind her head.The cold jade was against his fingertips, and he was about to quickly pull out the hairpin to defend himself. As soon as he started to move, a sharp black shadow swept over from the entrance of the alley.
It’s so fast that it’s almost impossible to see the movement.
The next second, a shrill scream suddenly sounded.
I saw a hand with clear joints and amazing strength, tightly grasping the wrist of the boy who was about to punch Qing Feng’an. The knuckles were white, and the force was so strong that it seemed to crush the opponent’s bones.The boy’s face was twisted in pain. He struggled desperately, but couldn’t move at all.The owner of that hand just twisted it slightly, and the crisp sound of dislocated joints resounded in the alley. The boy fell to his knees in pain and wailed.
Qing Feng’an’s movements stopped suddenly, her fingertips left the hosta, and she looked up.
In the backlight, the man’s figure is tall and slender. He is wearing black casual clothes with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and has a cold and intimidating aura.The eyebrows are deep, the bridge of the nose is high, the thin lips are pursed tightly, and the whole body exudes a coldness that prevents strangers from approaching.Those dark eyes swept over the wailing boys on the ground, without any warmth, like sharp blades tempered with ice. Just one look made the remaining two boys tremble with fear, and they didn’t even dare to breathe.
It’s Jin Xianling.
The moment he saw the person clearly, the coldness in Qing Feng’an’s eyes softened slightly, but immediately tensed up with an imperceptible emotion.
They are lovers, but they are never weaklings who need to rely on each other.
They are lovers, and they are evenly matched.Being in the same whirlpool, being stared at by countless pairs of eyes, being plotted by countless people, others want to tie them together as bargaining chips, and want them to become each other’s weakness, but they don’t – they love each other, but they don’t want to be anyone’s pawn, let alone be manipulated, used, or restrained because of their feelings.
Jin Xianling didn’t take a clear look at Feng An first, and glanced coldly at the remaining two trembling boys. Her voice was low and cold, with an undoubted sense of oppression, and she said only one word:
“Get lost.”
Like thunder exploding.
The two boys didn’t dare to stay longer. They crawled to the ground to help their accomplice who was half-dead in pain. They didn’t even dare to say a harsh word. They fled out of the alley in a panic and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The alley instantly returned to silence, leaving only the midday sun shining through the cracks in the alley and falling between the two of them, creating a subtle and ambiguous distance.
The young man who was protected behind Qing Feng’an finally regained his composure and thanked the two of them with red eyes.Qing Feng’an withdrew her gaze and softly comforted him, asking him to leave this remote alley and pay attention to his safety.The young man nodded, hugged his schoolbag and left quickly.
Finally, they were the only two people left in the alley.
The air was so quiet that you could hear each other breathing.
Qing Fengan slowly turned around and faced Jin Xianling.The plain face did not have the usual dependence and coquettishness of a lover after being rescued, only a calm indifference, but deep in those eyes, there was a softness that only Jin Xianling could understand.
He raised his hand to gently straighten his wind-blown hair, and brushed his fingertips against the hosta behind his head. His tone was calm, but with the tacit understanding of a lover.
Jin Xianling loosened his clenched fists and turned his wrists slightly. The ruthless strength just now had already subsided, leaving him with only a cold body, but wrapped in a layer of tenderness that was only for him.He raised his eyes, his gaze fell heavily on Qing Feng’an’s face, word by word, clearly and firmly:
“I know you were planning to use that hairpin just now.”
Not a question, but an affirmation.
Qing Feng’an did not deny it, raised her eyes to meet his gaze, her eyes did not avoid it, and her sharpness remained the same: “I can solve it myself.”
He doesn’t need to be protected as a fragile object.He is Jin Xianling’s lover, not his burden.
Jin Xianling’s thin lips curled up slightly, revealing a very faint smile that was only for him. She took a step closer, the distance became closer, and their breaths blended together.
“I know.”
He knows better than anyone else how strong and tough Qing Fengan’s heart is hidden beneath her seemingly gentle appearance.Even if he doesn’t take action, those three people will definitely not get any favors.
He took action not because he thought he was weak or because he was incompetent.
Just because – he is my person.
“I’m not here to solve your troubles.” Jin Xianling’s voice was lowered, with the low magnetism unique to lovers, and her eyes were serious, “I just don’t allow anyone to touch you.”
Qing Feng’an was shocked.
Everyone else wants to see them become weak because of their feelings, want to tear them apart, and want to turn them into obedient pawns on the chessboard.
But they don’t.
Qing Feng’an met his gaze, and the alienation in her eyes completely faded away, leaving only determination and magnanimity, and her voice was soft but powerful:
“Like you, I don’t want to be anyone’s pawn.”
Qing Feng’an looked at him and suddenly smiled softly. The smile was as light as the moonlight, but gentle enough: “Next time, I can do it by myself.”
“I know.” Jin Xianling stretched out her hand and lightly touched the hair on his temples with her fingertips, her movements restrained and precious, “But since I’m here, it’s not your turn to pull out the hairpin.”
Qing Feng’an did not hide away, but raised her eyes slightly: “What if you are surrounded next time?”
A sharp light flashed across Jin Xianling’s eyes, and her tone was determined: “You won’t stand behind and watch.”
Yes – if you step forward, I will stand by your side; if you take action, I will cut off your back.
They are lovers, two strong men, each other’s strongest support, but they will never be pawns in anyone’s hands.
“There’s still a long way to go.”
“Yes.” Jin Xianling looked sideways at him, her eyes filled with tenderness and firmness, “Let’s go together.”
The sun filled the earth, and they walked through an alley that belonged to them with their backs on their backs. They had never been each other’s weakness. They could play whenever they wanted, and they were evenly matched.
Banxia novel, a lot of fun