Chapter 430: Revenge (Script 16)
Gu Zhenting's brief return was like a stone thrown into a calm lake. After the ripples, Shen Xiangyang and Gu Xi's lives returned to the tense rhythm of exam preparation.
Shen Xiangyang cherishes this hard-earned peace and the sky that Gu Xi has held up for him, but Gu Xi always feels uneasy in his heart.
Whenever it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Shen Xiangyang would fall asleep at his desk. Gu Xi would look at his quiet and tired profile and would always think of the face filled with fear in the dark alley, and the arrogant grin of the yellow-haired thug...
Those who had hurt Shen Xiangyang were like poisonous thorns piercing Gu Xi's heart.
Weekend afternoon.
Gu Xi used the excuse of going to the city library to look up information, but rarely did he let Shen Xiangyang go with him.
Gu Xi changed into a low-key black hoodie in advance. He lowered the brim of his hat and drove alone to another mixed area of the city.
This time, Gu Xi did not alarm the family driver, Uncle Wang, but contacted a distant cousin who he did not interact with often but had a complicated background.
With the help of his distant cousin, Gu Xi met a middle-aged man who had a lot of say in the local "gangster" and was called "Brother Qiang".
Brother Qiang was a stocky man with a thick gold chain around his neck. His eyes held the slickness and fierceness of a street vendor. He looked up at the young man in front of him, whose temperament was incompatible with his surroundings. He listened to him describe in a calm tone the experience of a skinny high school student who had been repeatedly surrounded, extorted, and beaten, especially by the yellow-haired gang that led the group...
"So... what does Mr. Gu mean?"
Brother Qiang flicked the ash off his cigarette and asked with narrowed eyes.
Gu Xi didn't say anything extra, but directly handed over a heavy brown paper bag: "Make them disappear completely, don't appear in front of him again, and don't hang around this area anymore."
At this point, Gu Xi paused and added in a cold voice: "'Disappear' means to make them learn to behave themselves. As for the method, Brother Qiang, you are more professional than me. Remember to be 'clean' and don't leave any trouble."
Brother Qiang weighed the paper bag and grinned, revealing his smoke-stained teeth. "Mr. Gu is straightforward. Don't worry, we'll handle things with discretion. We guarantee that your little brother won't have even a stray dog blocking his way to and from school."
Gu Xi nodded, turned and left.
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A few days later in the evening.
The car that Shen Xiangyang and Gu Xi were riding in was moving slowly in the traffic after school.
When passing a familiar street corner, Shen Xiangyang glanced over habitually, and the situation at the alley entrance surprised him a little.
There were no familiar thugs gathered at the entrance of the alley. Instead, there was a police car parked there with red and blue lights flashing.
I saw several uniformed policemen gathered at the entrance of the alley, seemingly dealing with something, and squatting on the ground were several disheveled young men, all of them with bruised faces and swollen noses, their clothes torn to tatters, and their faces full of fear.
One of them, with yellow hair and shaved skin, was particularly eye-catching.
I saw that one of his arms was hanging unnaturally, the corner of his mouth was cracked, half of his face was covered with blood and mud, and there was a swollen purple lump on his forehead. His eyes were dull and lifeless, and he had completely lost his former arrogance and domineering attitude. He was left with only the embarrassment and fear of a stray dog.
The situation of the henchmen next to Huangmao was similar. They shrank their necks, trembled, and didn't even have the courage to look up at the police.
Shen Xiangyang's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously looked at Gu Xi.
Gu Xi was also looking in that direction at this moment, with no expression on his face. His gaze didn't even linger for a second, as if it was just a boring daily street scene.
He naturally withdrew his gaze, gave Shen Xiangyang a gentle smile as usual, and then changed the subject in a relaxed tone: "Aunt Zhang stewed yam and pork ribs soup tonight, go back and drink more to nourish your brain."
Shen Xiangyang raised his eyes and looked at Gu Xi's calm profile. At this moment, his deep eyes were filled with concern for him, as if the chaotic scene at the alley had never entered his eyes.
Shen Xiangyang's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by something.
He suddenly remembered that Gu Xi went out alone to "buy books" a few days ago, and remembered the faint smell of cheap tobacco and some rust on his body when he came back.
At this moment, these details are like scattered puzzle pieces that are gradually pieced together.
A scalding warm current suddenly rushed to Shen Xiangyang's heart, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
He understood.
Although he had done so many things, Gu Xi never mentioned this matter to Shen Xiangyang from beginning to end. He used the most direct and effective way to clear the dirty stumbling blocks on the road for Shen Xiangyang.
Shen Xiangyang’s fingertips trembled slightly.
He opened his mouth, but his throat seemed blocked by hot sand and no sound came out.
So Shen Xiangyang stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the back of Gu Xi's hand that was casually placed on his leg.
Gu Xi's hand instantly shook back.
The boy's fingers seemed to carry a scorching temperature, and instantly wrapped Shen Xiangyang's slightly cool fingers into his broad and warm palm.
Gu Xi didn't say anything, he just held the hand tightly, as if he wanted to transfer his strength through these tightly clasped fingers.
The street scene outside the car window passed by quickly.
The red and blue lights of the police lights flashed briefly on Gu Xi's calm profile, and were quickly left behind by the car, along with the dilapidated alley, those frightened faces, and the unbearable shadow, all of which were left far away and completely buried in the afterglow of the sunset.
The air inside the car was quiet and warm.
The two tightly clasped hands were firmer and stronger than ever.
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