Hard to Deceive

On a rare day off, Wen Yifan stayed up all night to watch a horror movie.

The sense of weirdness depends entirely on the background music and screams. There is no scary picture throughout, and it is as plain as water. Out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost finished reading with her eyelids.

As soon as the closing caption appeared, Wen Yifan even felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes, and her thoughts were instantly trapped. When he was about to fall into a dream, suddenly, the door of the room was slapped heavily.

With a bang--

Wen Yifan opened his eyes immediately.

Following the moonlight falling in through the gap in the curtain, he looked towards the door. From there, one could clearly hear the man's murky voice when he was drunk, and the sound of footsteps staggering in the other direction.

Then came the sound of the door being opened and closed.

Blocked most of the movement.

Stared at the door for several seconds.

Wen Yifan didn't relax until it was completely quiet.

She pursed her lips, and then realized the fire came.

How many times have it been this week?

As soon as his sleepiness was interrupted, Wen Yifan had difficulty falling asleep again. She rolled over, closed her eyes again, and bored her energy to remember the movie.

Well.

It seems to be a ghost movie?

Still a low-cost bad movie that thinks it can scare people.

...

When he was in a daze, Wen Yifan's mind came up with a grimace in the movie.

Three seconds later.

She got up abruptly and turned on the lamp beside the bed.

Wen Yifan did not sleep well throughout the second half of the night. Half asleep and half awake, I always feel that a **** grimace is staring at her next to her.

She barely fell asleep until the sky was completely lit.

The next day, Wen Yifan was woken up by a phone call.

Because of staying up late and lack of sleep, her head seemed to be pricked by a needle, and it was painful. She was a little irritable, picking up her phone drowsily and pressing to answer.

There was a low voice from Xiao Zhong Siqiao: "I'll call you back later."

"..."

Wen Yifan's eyelids moved, and his brain froze for two seconds.

Make a phone call to wake her up.

Forget it.

It's not a feature film, it's just a trailer.

Her breath burst instantly, and she blurted out: "Are you saving..."

The phone was hung up before the words were finished.

The head of the fist hit the cotton, Wen Yifan opened his eyes, and sullen. After lying on the bed for a while, she picked up the phone and glanced at the current time.

It was nearly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Wen Yifan didn't sleep on the bed anymore, pulled a jacket over and got out of the bed.

Go into the toilet.

Wen Yifan was brushing his teeth and the phone rang again. She freed her hand to slide the screen and opened it directly.

Zhong Siqiao said first: "Damn, I just met a high school classmate, I'm so embarrassed that I haven't put on makeup with a big oily head!"

"Which is so easy to die," Wen Yifan said vaguely with bubbles in his mouth, "Aren't you touching porcelain?"

"..." Zhong Siqiao was silent for three seconds, too lazy to care about her, "Will you come out to play tonight? Reporter Wen. You have been working overtime for a week. If you don't have any fun, I'm afraid you will die suddenly."

"Hmm. Where to go?"

"Why don't you just go to your unit? I don't know if you have been there. My colleague said there is a bar there, and the owner looks like a few thieves—" Zhong Siqiao said, "Hey, why is there always water on your side? Washing the dishes?"

Wen Yifan: "Wash."

Zhong Siqiao was shocked: "You just woke up?"

Wen Yifan hummed softly.

"It's two o'clock, even the lunch break is over." Zhong Siqiao felt strange, "Why did you go last night?"

"Watched a horror movie."

"What's your name?"

""Hell when I wake up."

Zhong Siqiao obviously watched this movie, and choked: "This is also a horror movie?"

"I went to sleep after watching." Wen Yifan didn't hear her words. He pulled the towel on the side and wiped the water drops on his face. "As a result, I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and then it really looked like the movie. I saw a ghost."

"..."

"I had a fight with ghosts all night."

Zhong Siqiao was a little speechless: "Why do you suddenly talk to me on such a restricted topic?"

Wen Yifan raised his eyebrows: "Why is the level restricted?"

"What fight is going to fight all night?"

"..."

"Okay, don't go whoring. My sister will take you to whoring a man." Zhong Siqiao smiled, "Handsome, lively, hot, man."

"Then I'm going to be a prostitute." Picking up the phone, Wen Yifan walked out of the toilet, "At least it doesn't cost money, it's free."

Zhong Siqiao: "Who said it would cost money, men can also prostitute for nothing."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

"We can use our eyes to prostitute."

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan once again told the landlord on WeChat about the situation last night. Immediately, she hesitated to add a sentence that she might not renew the lease after the contract expired.

Two months ago, she moved to Nanwu City from Yihe.

Zhong Siqiao helped to find the house, there was no major problem.

The only inconvenience is that this is a group rented house. The landlord converted an 80-square-meter house into three independent rooms, each with a toilet. So there is no kitchen balcony and other facilities.

But the price is cheap.

Wen Yifan did not have much demand for housing. Besides, the traffic here is convenient and the surroundings are also lively. She also considered renting it for a long time.

Until one day, she happened to ran into the man next door when she went out.

It gradually evolved into the current situation.

Unconsciously, the sun went down, and the small room was covered by a dark color. The lights of thousands of houses were gradually lit up, the whole city was lit in another way, and the night market gradually became lively.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wen Yifan changed his clothes and then simply put on makeup.

Zhong Siqiao kept bombing her on WeChat.

Pulling the small bag on the coat rack, Wen Yifan replied "Go out now" in voice. She walked out, glanced at the opposite side, couldn't help walking faster, and went out to the stairwell and downstairs.

The two agreed to meet at the subway station.

The place to go is the bar mentioned by Zhong Siqiao today, which is opposite to Shang'an Square. Passing through a pass, you can see a continuous series of neon lights, dotted on the signs of each store.

A place where only the night will be lively.

It is the famous bar street in Nanwu City, which is called the Fallen Street.

Because they had never been, the two of them searched for a long time and finally saw this bar in a small corner.

The name is quite interesting, called "Overtime".

The sign is extremely simple. The background is pure black, the font is square and neat, showing pure white light. In a bunch of colorful neon lights with teeth and claws, it was low-key like a small hair salon opened here.

"This idea is pretty good," Wen Yifan stared at him for a while, commented, "Develop a gallery in the bar street. If you want to come here to fish for girls, you can come here to make a look first."

The corner of Zhong Siqiao's mouth twitched, and she pulled her inward: "Don't talk nonsense."

Unexpectedly, the inside was not as deserted as Wen Yifan thought.

They arrived early and it was not the peak time yet, but the locations in the store were already scattered and occupied.

There was a woman holding a guitar on the stage, singing with her eyes down, and the atmosphere was lyrical and gentle. In front of the bar, the bartender was dyed with yellow hair. At this time, he threw the shaker like acrobatics, relaxed and familiar.

Finding a seat, Wen Yifan ordered the cheapest wine.

Zhong Siqiao looked around, a little disappointed: "Is the boss away? I didn't see any handsome guys."

Wen Yifan held his cheeks and said casually: "It may be the bartender brother."

"Fart!" Zhong Siqiao was obviously unacceptable. "My colleague who has been in Fallen Street all the time can say that the owner of this bar can be said to be Fallen Street Brand."

"Maybe it is self-proclaimed."

"?"

Noting Zhong Siqiao's unkind eyes, Wen Yifan sat up a little bit and emphasized: "Yes, maybe."

Zhong Siqiao snorted.

The two chatted for a while.

Zhong Siqiao mentioned the matter at noon: "By the way, what I met today was the deputy monitor of my first year in high school. He also went to Nantah University, and seemed to share a dormitory with Sang Yan, but I haven't seen him much."

Hearing this name, Wen Yifan was a little startled.

"Speaking of it, do you still remember--" As he said, Zhong Siqiao glanced at the bar casually, and suddenly directed at the bar, "Hey, look at the ten o'clock direction, did the'degenerate street card' come?"

At the same time, Wen Yifan heard someone shouting "Brother Yan".

She looked down.

I don't know when, a man stood beside the bartender.

The light in the bar is dim. He half leaned against the edge of the table, his back to the bar, his head slightly to the side, as if talking to the bartender. Wearing a pure black jacket, his figure is straight and tall, and he is slightly arched at this time, which is also a quarter taller than the bartender next to him.

His eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips were twitching, slightly cynical.

The colorful turntable lights on the top were pulled over, leaving a few marks on his face.

Wen Yifan also recognized him at this moment.

"Fuck me." Probably the same discovery as her, Zhong Siqiao raised his tone and said in shock, "Sister, this card is Sang Yan!"

"..."

"Why do you remember him when I mentioned him? He chased you before you transferred to another school..."

Hearing these words, Wen Yifan's eyelashes trembled.

A waiter happened to pass by. Wen Yifan was a little uncomfortable. When he wanted to interrupt, suddenly there was an exclamation in his ear. She looked up and saw that the waiter seemed to be hit by someone, the tray in her hand was slightly tilted, and the wine glass placed on it tilted down.

——Toward her direction.

The drink was mixed with ice cubes, dropped to her left shoulder and slid down. She was wearing a loose sweater today. At this time, most of her clothes were soaked, and the cold penetrated. The scalp numb from the cold.

Wen Yifan took a breath and stood up reflexively.

The sound in the store is loud, but the movement is not small.

As if shocked, the waiter turned pale all over, and even apologized.

Zhong Siqiao also stood up, helped Wen Yifan pat the ice cubes off his clothes, frowned and said, "Is it all right?"

"It's okay," Wen Yifan's voice trembled uncontrollably, but was also not angry, and looked at the waiter. "You don't need to apologize anymore, just pay attention later."

Then he said to Zhong Siqiao: "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."

After speaking, she raised her eyelids slightly.

Accidentally crashed into a line of sight. Profound, indifferent and obscure.

Freeze frame for two seconds.

Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and walked towards the women's toilet.

After finding a compartment, she took off her sweater, leaving only a close-fitting base shirt inside.

Fortunately, there is a layer of sweaters, and I haven't gotten much wet.

Wen Yifan walked to the sink holding the sweater, dipped a paper towel with some water, and barely wiped off the alcohol on his body.

After roughly handling it, she walked out.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of a person standing in the corridor, and Wen Yifan subconsciously looked over and paused.

The man leaned against the wall, bit a cigarette in his mouth, his eyelids drooped lazily, his expression idle and pale. The difference from the previous one is that his coat has been taken off, and he is so loosely carried.

Only a black compassionate shirt was left on him.

It has been six years since we last met.

Not sure if he recognized himself, Wen Yifan didn't know if he should say hello. After struggling for less than a second, she lowered her eyes and pretended not to recognize it. She bit her scalp and continued to walk outside.

The decoration style is dark and simple, and the stripes on the marble tiles spread out irregularly, reflecting the light. Here you can still hear the singing of the female singer, which is very light, lingering and tangled.

Getting closer.

About to pass by him.

at this time.

"Hello." He let out a seemingly nonchalant sound, sounding lazy.

Wen Yifan stopped and was about to look over.

Unsuspectingly, Sang Yan suddenly threw the jacket in his hand over, blocking most of her vision. Wen Yifan was stunned, and immediately stretched out his hand to tear it down, somewhat inexplicably.

Sang Yan still did not raise his head, lowered his eyelashes, and pinched the cigarette on the trash can nearby.

Neither of them took the initiative to speak.

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact it is only a few seconds. Sang Yan slowly raised his eyelids and met her gaze. There is a distance between the eyebrows.

"Talk about it," he said.