Nan Song sometimes didn't understand why a creature like a man obviously had a mouth, but preferred to speak with his fists.

But watching Fu Yu and Zhao Xu push Yu Jinwen to the ground, scolding him while she watched, she felt inexplicably happy.

In fact, she also wanted to give Yu Jinwen a beating.

Who made him die and live again, just like a joke, deceiving so many tears from others in vain?

"Hey, I'll go... you guys look for a place to beat me!"

Yu Jinwen was unusually docile, even a little weak and unable to take care of himself. He just lay on the ground and let them "violate" him.

Fu Yu and Zhao Xu punched him several times, and they kept their punches strong, but the hard fists still hurt when they hit the flesh.

"You bastard!"

Fu Yu's eyes were as red as pomegranates, and he didn't know whether he was angry or excited. He punched Yu Jinwen hard on the corner of the mouth, "I fucking thought you were dead! You know how difficult it is for us.

Do you accept it? Do you fucking know how many tears I shed and how much wine I drank for you? You’re a fool!”

Zhao Xu was also very angry. He raised his knee and pushed it on Yu Jinwen's stomach, "Why don't you send a message to your brothers while you are still alive? Do you regard us as brothers!"

The two people were spitting and swearing, tears bursting out of their eyes, and their fists lost all strength.

"You're actually still fucking alive, you're actually still alive..."

Fu Yu stared at Yu Jinwen, his peach blossom eyes were as red as stained with blood. Nan Song had known Fu Yu for so long and had never seen him look like this.

The corners of Yu Jinwen's mouth were bruised. He sat up, wiped the corners of his mouth with his hand, looked at them, smiled, and then stretched out his fist.

"Get out!" Fu Yu slapped him away.

Yu Jinwen had no temper and stretched out his fist again. This time Fu Yu didn't slap it away and bumped with him. Zhao Xu also bumped with him.

"Your uncle's..."

Fu Yu suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yu Jinwen, lying on his back and crying bitterly.

Zhao Xu also hugged him.

Seeing the scene where the iron triangle reunited, Nan Song's eyes became wet for no reason.

After a moment of pause, she silently took out her mobile phone and took a photo of this "tough and tender" scene.

There was a "click", which was not loud against the background music of crying, but it was particularly obvious.

Fu Yu was crying so hard that he couldn't even open his eyes. When he turned around, he saw Nan Song holding up a mobile phone camera to record them, "What are you doing?"

Nan Song said calmly: "Take pictures."

"..."

Fu Yu: "We are all in such pain. You don't comfort us, but you still photograph us. Do you have any humanity?"

Nan Song: "No."

Fu Yu: "..."

Yu Jinwen turned to Nan Song and said, "Just don't take pictures of me. My face has been bruised by them. It's too ugly."

Nan Song's face was expressionless, "I just want to record your ugliness, and I will take it out and watch it over and over again when I get bored."

Fu Yu and Zhao Xu both looked at Nan Song: Is this human language?

However, Yu Jinwen was very cooperative and made a scissor-hand gesture, "Then, feel free to take pictures."

"???"

Fu Yu and Zhao Xu both looked at Yu Jinwen with questioning faces. Are they sure this is the old fish they know?

Are you possessed by something?

In the small pavilion, Yu Jinwen patted the dirt on his body. Nan Song took out the medical kit and wiped the wounds on his face and mouth with a cotton swab dipped in ointment.
Chapter completed!