say you like me

The cold wind almost froze tears into ice, Yu Yang pushed open the courtyard door, just walked in with his head down, completely unaware that the house where he was the only one was actually on at this moment.So when he walked into the room and looked at the man who was no longer romantic, both of them stared blankly at each other, speechless.

The man who was more handsome than fierce, who once lifted him above his head to play with him and pricked his cheek with his beard.Thinner, darker, but still burly and tall, with lifelike dragon tattoos on his arms, sitting on the sofa in the living room looking at grandma's photo in a daze.

Yu Yang felt a stagnation in his throat. After looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar man for a long time, he called out softly:

"...dad."

It stands to reason that Yu Shishan will not be able to come out for another 5 years. He escaped from prison?Reduced sentence?Yu Yang's mind was in a mess.

The man didn't speak, just stared at him blankly for a long time, then waved to him.

They haven't met once in 10 years, and Yu Yang almost doesn't even remember what his father looks like. If it weren't for the tattoo on his arm, the two of them would probably have a desperate fight now.

But this movement is too familiar. When he was a child, this man waved at him countless times, "Yangyang, come here." He called him like a dog, and he ran over laughing and yelling, and was lifted to the top of his head by a generous palm, "Here Dad, show off!"

Afterwards, no one saw Yu Yang again. In the second semester of the third year of high school, less than four months before the college entrance examination, this person disappeared from their lives as if he had evaporated out of thin air.After the college entrance examination, Wen Jin went to Yu Yang's house again, and the urban construction was finally demolished in this area. The last group of old houses collapsed amidst the roar of machinery, and disappeared into Wen Jin's life together with that person.

Time flies, fast like waking up from a dream...

Capital

In the huge bedroom, with minimalist black and white decoration, it seems that only the big bed has been carefully designed.The person trapped in the bed was pale, with half of his face buried in the pillow, frowning slightly in displeasure.The mobile phone placed by the bed has been vibrating non-stop since 8 o'clock in the morning. He touched the mobile phone and took a look. It is now 9 o'clock and there are more than a dozen missed calls.

"...Hi." He answered the phone, his voice hoarse after a hangover.

"Brother Yang!" Zhao Fan's anxious voice came from the phone immediately, "Brother Yang, don't sleep, you have an art exhibition today! Teacher Fang is here, and you won't be here yet..."

Yu Yang directly hung up the phone, got out of bed with his eyes closed, and went to the cloakroom to change.Yesterday, he drank all night to talk about those shops in the back street, saying that his brother didn't send him away until after 3 o'clock. Now that he drove out, the traffic police would probably be able to detect alcohol.

But Mr. Fang is his master, and he went there specially for him. Can he go and chat with others?

The dilapidated bungalows look lonely in the afterglow of the setting sun, the dead apple trees grow sparrow wings, there are faint fish shadows swimming at the end of the desolate road, and the boy riding a motorcycle seems to be heading for the end of loneliness...

Du Niang only knows that he is a painter who has become famous in the past one or two years. His gender, age, and name are unknown. He is mysterious, low-key and rich. Some people buy his paintings for 10,000+, while others only use one sentence.The total price of his paintings is weird—"Who lives in the broken house?" "What does the fruit of the apple tree smell like?" "What is the boy going to do?"...

There is no correct answer, it all depends on whether it is pleasing to the ear, if it doesn't speak to his heart, don't talk about the price, it won't be sold anyway.So in the past two years, many people have taken a fancy to the paintings, and a few have bought them.

As soon as he came out of the art exhibition, Zhao Fan called again, "Brother Yang, there is something wrong with the three stores that we talked about yesterday..." Zhao Fan took a sip of water to moisten his throat and cursed, "That old Shi Qing didn't He took other people's money before selling the store to us! I'm not afraid of eating too much to die of, yesterday..."

Yu Yang was waiting for the red light at the intersection, his head hurt badly, he frowned and said, "I'll be there right away." Then he hung up the phone.At this time, the green light came on, he kicked the accelerator, and the modified Wrangler sped away.

From this day on, Yu Yang believed in fatalism more and more.There will always be a day when you will inexplicably do a lot of unplanned things, and then all the mistakes will converge into a meeting that God has planned for a long time.It seems that Yu Yang came to the art exhibition today, it seems that the location of this art exhibition is very close to the store, it seems that Yu Yang is very uncomfortable today but he did not push everything to his servants as usual...

This store is a bar, which has been fully renovated, and Yu Yang bought it to open up a branch of "Unlimited Joy" with the other two stores.Yu Yang parked the car at the door, and parked the car in the inner position very civic-minded.

Counting Zhao Fan, there were only three people in the store. Zhao Fan sat at the bar and watched one of them mix drinks, while the other sat at the bar... Knitting sweaters?

"Brother Yang! You're here," Zhao Fan looked back and saw that he immediately put down his cup to make room for him, "Is the road blocked?"

Yu Yang opened the chair next to him and sat down, only to realize that the bartender seemed to be a student, "Where's your boss?" Yu Yang asked.

The man was stunned, looked at him and said softly, "I...I am..."

Fuck, Yu Yang's head hurt even more, he looked up at him tiredly, "How old are you?"

Sure enough, the man said honestly, "Senior senior.", and handed him a cup of scented tea.

Yu Yang nodded, took a sip of tea, and couldn't help but look up at him again, "Have you ever been here before?"

"Huh?" The man was stunned for a moment, "No." He had heard of Unlimited Joy, which is a big nightclub in Beijing.

Yu Yang was a little puzzled and continued to stare at him.Just now he felt that this person looked very familiar, hearing his soft and soft voice, he thought it was the rabbit master who had worked in the shop, but it turned out not to be.

The man also stared at Yu Yang, "Actually, I think it looks familiar to you too..." He frowned, turned around and called the sweater guy who had nothing to do with him, "Hey Jin, have you met Brother Yang before?"

His voice was very low, but two words still reached Yu Yang's ears uncontrollably, which shocked him all over.

Before he had time to react, the man behind the bar raised his head from the wool, his dark eyes couldn't see a little light.Yu Yang's heart skipped a beat.

When the man saw him, there was also a flash of surprise in his eyes. Although he quickly regained his composure and looked at him expressionlessly, he was also stunned for a long time.

After almost a minute, he slowly said, "Yu Yang," the dark pupils looked into his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Long time no see."

Yu Yang put his slightly trembling hands under the table and stared blankly at him speechless.

It was the face that would appear in dreams countless times after being drunk, always crying and calling his name in dreams, but he fled in despair.

He remembered, this sissy bartender is called Liu Ziqi.

Wen Jin put down the bamboo stick and wool in his hand, stood up and stretched out a bruised hand generously to him. The scars that have lasted for years and never healed were very hideous on the palm of his hand.

The next second, Zhao Fan was surprised to see his young master's face pale, and without saying a word, he pushed open the bar chair and broke through the door, "Hey? Hey? Brother Yang!" He went back and forth between Wen Jin's face and the direction Yu Yang left Look, wondering, "You, you..." What's going on?

Wen Jin withdrew his hand indifferently, and smiled brightly at Zhao Fan, "Us?" He stroked his chin as if recalling, "...I raped him before."

Seeing Zhao Fan's astonished expression, he smiled, and picked up the wool and stick again, "I'm just kidding." He lowered his eyelids to hide the chill in his eyes, "We are just old classmates."

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Hmm... I don't think my text is cruel