Not Skipping a Day Chapter 5

He used to think that it didn't matter where he was or what he did, but this little piece of cake suddenly made him think that there seemed to be some difference.

In 2008, Noah went to Beijing to attend university. His first expense was to buy a small piece of strawberry cake from the same Holiland store that Mason had visited.

Mason listened to Amelia's story about Noah's injury and sighed in his heart, thinking that when he met him today, he should have taken him away directly, at least so that he could avoid a fight. He always knew that Noah was not a good student, but he had never fought, and he couldn't imagine what Noah would look like in a fight. It was not until he saw Noah punching someone in the face with his bleeding hand that he suddenly felt that he couldn't let this boy go on like this.

That day, a friend of Mason came back from Yunnan. Coincidentally, several classmates who used to hang out together were at home on the weekend, so they made an appointment to get together. After dinner, they ran to a nearby billiard hall.

On a weekend night, the billiard hall was extremely popular. The owner took them to the table that had been reserved in advance. Mason looked around and suddenly saw Noah.

There were a few students who were obviously underage, with exaggerated hair color, bold clothes, and some of them were smoking cigarettes. Noah did not mix with them, but sat quietly in the corner, leaning against the back of the chair and playing PSP.

But...Mason squinted his eyes and looked over, and found that this guy was also smoking.

Noah had both hands occupied, and only a puff of smoke squeezed out from his lips. A girl in black hot pants walked over and stretched out her hand with a smile, but was avoided just when she was about to touch Noah's cigarette. Noah looked up, glanced at her lightly, took the cigarette from his lips, and flicked the ash.

Quite stylish.

Mason, who watched this scene, didn't know what to feel. Should he be happy that the child next door had a strong aura, or should he be sad that he was so young but had a bandit-like spirit?

He strolled over leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

"Brother, can I borrow a light?"

The billiard hall was very noisy, and Noah only barely heard the content of the sentence, and could not identify who said it. He had no opinion on this sentence, but he was very dissatisfied with the hand on his shoulder.

He freed one hand, impatiently took out the lighter from his trouser pocket, and handed it to the person behind him without looking back. Unexpectedly, the person behind him did not take it, and the hand did not show any intention of putting it down.

GAMEOVER.

I can’t play the game with one hand, and the little people on the screen died horribly.

Noah's impatience caused by the hand on him immediately exploded. He stood up suddenly, but when he saw the people behind him, he immediately stopped and put out the fire.

Noah was silent for a moment before calling out, "Brother Mason."

The cigarette was still in his mouth, and when he said these three words, the half-smoked cigarette fell to the ground with a "pop", which was a tragic scene.

Mason tilted his head lazily and smiled at him under the swaying chandelier: "You want to hit me?"

Noah frowned, looking a little depressed.

"No."

He bent down to pick up the cigarette from the ground and put it out on the small coffee table next to him. His long fingers held the cigarette and hesitated for a long time, even squeezing out the unburned tobacco.

The tobacco was scattered all over the place, which made people feel upset.

"Let me borrow a cigarette first. I want to see what you smoke."

Noah did not move immediately. He looked at Mason, who was still smiling, and couldn't figure out what his attitude was now, or whether he was unhappy.

A boy who came with him came over with a raised eyebrow, glanced at Mason, and asked Noah, who looked unhappy, warily: "What's wrong?"

"It's none of your business." Noah pushed him and told him to do what he was supposed to do. When he turned around, he found that the few people who were having fun just now had stopped playing ball and were staring at this side coldly, as if they were ready to fight at any time.

Noah felt even more frustrated. He took a step forward and handed over a pack of cigarettes.

Soft pack Chinese.

Mason took a glance and thought it was quite exquisite.

He grabbed the cigarette box in his hand without hesitation, took out a cigarette, and beckoned to Noah, saying simply: "Fire."

This time Noah didn't listen to him - he didn't give the lighter to Mason, but went over and lit the cigarette for him.

When Mason lowered his eyes to get closer to the fire, Noah kept staring at his face. It was the first time that Noah could see his eyelashes so clearly.

Very long and very nice, especially when blinking.

Noah had not realized how humble and submissive he was until Mason waved to him and left, taking the pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes with him. Only then did Noah realize from the astonished looks of others that he had probably not acted like a big brother just now.

Mason spent the whole night fiddling with the pack of Zhonghua between his fingers, glancing at Noah from time to time. Noah spent most of his time playing games, and occasionally went up to the stage to play a few rounds, which would draw cheers.

Mason looked sideways and wondered why he felt that Noah had no sense of existence before?

At eleven o'clock, the number of people in the billiard hall decreased instead of increased. When the door was knocked open, Mason was bending over, aiming at the last black ball on the table.

"Bang", the black ball went into the pocket. Before he could applaud himself, he heard a cry of surprise. When he turned around again, he was almost stunned.

Noah's shoulders were covered with broken glass, and the two groups of people quickly rushed together, shouting and cursing.

No one knew how the chaos started. All we knew was that when we came to our senses, several seats had been smashed, and there were broken beer bottles and people with red eyes everywhere.

Mason watched helplessly as Noah knocked down a man with his bleeding hands, grabbed his collar, and punched him in the face again and again.

This kind of Noah was unfamiliar to Mason. Violent, ruthless, and merciless, no matter which one it was, it was far from the image that Mason had in mind.

Mason immediately took a step forward, but was stopped by a friend standing beside him. He patted his friend on the shoulder and said, "There's my neighbor's kid there."

The neighbor's kids were already red-eyed.

He had been watching Mason playing billiards, and didn't even hear the door being knocked open, nor did he hear his companions' warnings. He was caught off guard and was stabbed in the shoulder by a beer bottle.

Mason went over and held Noah's waist and tried to pull him away, but the person in his arms kept trying to break free. It was not until Noah's elbow hit Mason's eyes and Mason groaned in pain that Noah realized who was holding him.

"What's wrong?" He turned around in panic and saw tears flowing from Mason's right eye, which soon turned red.

"I..." He spoke incoherently, not daring to touch Mason's eyes, "Let me see."

At this time, the boss's men arrived. Several fierce-looking men were scolding a group of ba5tards who were jumping up and down, smashing tables and chairs in the room. One of them was hitting them with an iron rod, shouting: "Fcuk! Stop the Fcuking right there! I'll hit anyone who Fcuking moves me again!"

Mason held up an ice pack, settled the compensation issue with his boss, and, despite his friend's wish to send them to the hospital, dragged Noah to his car. Sitting in the car, Mason threw the ice pack aside, turned on the lights, and turned the key.