Sending someone to an old friend.

Many years later.....

"Dear villains, please spare me! I am sorry!"

A teenage boy was lying on the ground in front of three boys, his red eyes full for tears mostly because his face was attached to the floor due to the shoe pressing it harshly.

The leader of the three boys sat on the fence facing them with a lazy and reckless posture as he kept poking the area around his shoes with a stick in his hands. His school jacket was unbuttoned revealing the white t-shirt beneath and his hair was so messy it looked like he didn't comb it at all. Still he ignored them, engrossed in the fight he was having with some little black ants.

The sun rays shone on his black raven hair with his milky pale skin that made him look sickly but his dark eyes and thin red lips made him deadly but very handsome.

The two boys with him noticed he was not interested in what was happening making them sigh. One of them had his hair dyed dark red holding a cigarette in between his lips while the other had his own in platinum blonde colour with his sleeves rolled up, his nose and ears adorned with different piercings. He was the one whose foot was on the young teenage boy's face.

He looked down at the boy. "You should know that we don't understand what that word means."

The boy was a crumbling mess, his face grinding against the coarse stones beneath him as he sobbed in despair. "I promise I will do anything you want! Anything! Just let me go..."

The boy with platinum blonde hair looked up to the boy on the fence. "Wang, what should we do with him?"

Wang Yong finally spared them a glance, his foot crushing the ants he was playing with before he jumped off the fence landing in front of them. His deep but smooth voice ordered. "Fu Pei, strip him and dump him in front of the principal's office."

Fu Pei removed his foot from his face and gagged the boy with a dirty rag he found on the floor. He carried the boy on his shoulder and went away.

The boy with red hair, whose name was Bai Du looked at his friend and asked. "Wang, why are we leaving him in front of the principal's office?"

"Because that's the only place every student would avoid but every teacher would to love to visit. I am sure his father will get the message." Wang Yong grabbed his bag and started walking.

"Hey, aren't we waiting for Fu Pei?!" Bai Du whispered.

"That's why you are staying here to keep an eye out for him." He walked away, hearing the bell ring for classes after the lunch break. He crossed the streets entering a shop selling some clothes.

Some girls eyed him shyly, giggling in their school uniforms as they pretended to search for the clothes they wanted to buy. He smiled back with an uplift of his lips and passed them to meet an old woman sitting down on a chair. "I am sorry I am late, Grandma."

The old woman laughed dryly, shaking her head as her cane hit the floor. "Where have you been, Yong'er? I was afraid those girls wouldn't buy anything until you arrived."

"Nah, they just want me to see them in their bras." He heard his grandmother choke on her tea when he picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on the chair.

"Yong'er!" Grandma Fan glared at him, smacking him with her walking cane. "Go and clean the stairs in front of the shop. Stop peeking at girls' bodies!"

He arched his back in pain, bewildered at her thoughts. Grumbling, he picked up the broom and went out. "I wasn't peeking at them, they were blatantly showing it to me, okay?!"

"Yeah, yeah. That's what all boys say when they are caught." Grandma Fan retorted, sitting down again to drink her tea although her shrewd eyes were watching the dressing rooms.

After a while, he had successfully cleaned the stairs and was about to put away the mop when he saw a teenage boy sitting on the stairs in a white shirt and trousers. Wang Yong happily said. "Hey, where have you been? I was waiting for you!"

A man that was passing by the shop stopped to look at him perplexed.

"Not you." He waved the man away and sat down on the stairs beside the teenage boy who was quite handsome with a pure and innocent aura. He placed his hand on the boy's head, felling the smooth strands of hair in between his fingers and ruffling it. His head and heart that was always chaotic was instantly calmed like the ocean waves he was saw when he was young. "You have grown taller this time, Mingli."

Mingli let out an exasperated sigh and moved away from him. "You said that last week. Why aren't you in school?"

"Because I need to help Grandma, you see?" Wang Yong's fingers dug out a cigarette and held it between his lips. Sensing his little brother's disapproving gaze, he put it away just content in staring at him.

"You are running away from what you did. The boy's father is furious and he has asked the principal to expel you or he will report to the police." Mingli accused him, his expression turning angrier at each passing minute. "Bring it out."

Wang Yong's face turned oblivious. "Bring what out?"

"Now!"

He sighed, fetching a packet of white substance from his trousers. He didn't look at his younger brother when he placed it on his hands. He watched them disappear immediately they landed on his hands.

Mingli's eyes was full of disappointment. "You promised me that you wouldn't touch this."

He lowered his head. "I know."

"You know that you are the only person Grandma has right now."

"I know."

"Do you want to end up like Mother?"

"I know-" He saw his brother about to blow up. "Wait, no! No! I don't want to be like her! Enough stop being angry...." He toppled over the stairs, a leg shifting him with force.

An old man with bald hair wearing flower printed sweater sneered at him. "Move away, you psycho! Where is your grandmother?"

Wang Yong pointed to the shop when he stood up. "She is inside."

The old man humped and entered inside, shouting at the group of girls exiting the shop literally cursing them for having no manners for moving aside. Soon he heard his grandmother scream in pain, something ceramic falling down on the floor with a loud thud.

Wang Yong sighed and picked up the broom at the corner. Mingli grabbed his elbow trying to convince him not to enter inside. "Don't do it, Da-ge. Let him be."

Wang Yong swung his hand away, looking at the wooden handle as he said. "This landlord of mine really doesn't value life anymore, picking on my old grandma like this. Its time to send him to an old friend of mine."

"Old friend of yours? Who is it?"

"Doctor Huang."