miss a useless name

36.

When the high-speed train arrived at Hangzhou Station, Yu Yan walked quickly towards the exit, An Ning had been waiting for a long time.

"Teacher Yu!" An Ning waved her arms and squeezed the crowd to pick up Yu Yan's bag. When she saw him, she froze for a moment: "Teacher Yu, why do you look so ugly?"

Yu Yan waved his hand, declined her kindness, and automatically ignored the question: "Where is the car?"

"In the underground parking lot," An Ning took out her mobile phone to make a call, "I'll call the driver to the drop-off platform."

After a phone call, An Ning forgot to care about Yu Yan's situation for the time being, and conveyed the upcoming signing arrangement with a few words, just as the driver pulled up the car.

Yu Yan bowed into the back seat, and An Ning sat next to him.She didn't feel it in the open air before, but when the car door was closed, she sensitively smelled the smell of tobacco beside her.At first I thought it was on the driver's body, until Yu Yan opened the bag and handed over a box of high-end mooncakes: "I brought it from home, happy Mid-Autumn Festival."

An Ning lowered her eyes, and saw that the dark sweater covered half of the back of Yu Yan's hand, and there was a bruise on the exposed skin, and two band-aids.She took the mooncake, and sniffed the mooncake box with her dog's nose. The smell of smoke on the box was even stronger.

"Teacher Yu," An Ning looked at Yu Yan carefully, "What happened to your hand?"

Yu Yan tugged on his sleeve unnaturally: "It hit the door frame."

An Ning was puzzled, and asked again: "The band-aid is..."

"I was splashed with oil while cooking."

What Yu Yan said was the truth, let's not mention the cause and effect for the time being.

An Ning let out a dumbfounded "Oh", thinking of the plaster on Yu Yan's neck, the broadband watch and the big bead string on his wrist at the last signing.Girls are probably born with a little mental sensitivity. An Ning glanced at the driver in the front seat. She has been a little bit psychologically shadowed since the last time Mr. Cheng from Shengyan Technology gave her a phone call.Guessing that she knew some terrible secret, and seeing so many ambiguous scars on Yu Yan's body now, she couldn't help thinking a little too much.

"Teacher Yu," An Ning lowered her voice, pretending to be clever and implying Yu Yan: "Is Mr. Cheng still in good health?"

Yu Yan didn't understand how this girl teased Cheng Shen so well, but she replied with a good temper: "It's pretty good."

An Ning was a little upset: "I think Mr. Cheng is tall and handsome, and he must have good physical strength."

Yu Yan was at a loss, but his physical strength was very good. When he was not busy, he would like to take him to the gym with him. Dumbbells, tension machines, spinning bikes, that person can practice for a long time.

"Yes...it's pretty good."

"Oh, I'll go," An Ning couldn't listen anymore: "You tell him to be gentle next time, how can he always do this, and he still has to meet people."

Yu Yan couldn't understand what was going on, so he simply stopped talking.After delivering the mooncakes, they should call Cheng Shen to report that they are safe. They agreed before they left.

Cheng Shen's number was displayed on the screen. He knew this string of numbers by heart, but he hadn't dialed them for a long, long time.An Ning already knew about their relationship, Yu Yan didn't avoid it, and dialed after taking a deep breath.

When the phone beeped, his heart beat violently.

After five or six beeps, the other party picked up: "Yanyan."

The voice sounded a little anxious, and there was also some unobvious joy.

Yu Yan clenched the phone tightly, and couldn't help but wonder what Cheng Shen was doing just now, why it took so long to answer it, and why he was still panting.He didn't dare to think deeply, but just told the other party: "I've arrived in Hangzhou, and now I'm on my way to the signing event."

"Okay," Cheng Shen smiled gently, and took the initiative to tell his own news: "I was taking a shower just now, and I hurried out when I heard the phone ringing."

Yu Yan was seen through again, and secretly relieved at Cheng Shen's frankness: "Then you can continue to wash, don't freeze."

So she hung up the phone, and An Ning listened to the whole process, she couldn't say a word, she silently looked out the window, feeling a little awkward.

Then it was estimated that he thought too much, and suffered retribution, and sneezed a dozen times in one breath.

·

After Cheng Shen took a shower, he wiped his hair and leaned on the sofa.The computer was placed in front of him, and the page was the real estate information of Beicheng.

His goal is very clear, environment, transportation and community services are the top priorities. Central is the most prosperous area in Beicheng. Although all kinds of facilities are convenient and complete, the neighborhood is a bit old and too lively, so Cheng Shen doesn't think about it for the time being.He gradually expanded the scope around Financial Street, ignoring villas and bungalows. Two people live in a house that is too big, and it is too empty when one of them is not at home.I don't even look at the apartment, it's too small, and I'm afraid it will bring back bad memories for Yu Yan.

After making a selection like this, and then listing the advantages and disadvantages and my own opinions one by one, by the time Cheng Shen finished sorting it out, it would be almost dark.He checked the time, Yu Yan's signing session should have ended, so he clicked on the entertainment page and searched for news related to Yu Yan.

The mouse wheel slides slowly, and a Yu Yan message appears on the screen.

Cheng Shen looked at the photos one by one, and clicked on the photos when he saw them.

Yu Yan was still wearing the sweater he had before leaving home, and replaced his baseball cap with a black fisherman's hat to cover more of his face.His condition was not as good as the previous few days, and it was obvious that the smile on his face was far-fetched, which was a perfunctory result of having to pull it out.Moreover, his complexion was not good-looking, and he was very pale against the background of the dark sweater.

Cheng Shen felt that feeling of his heart being clutched again.

Those blurred and distorted images can't portray Yu Yan's 100% fragility, only he, better than anyone else, knows how painful that person has suffered, and how many horrific wounds are hidden in that body.

Suddenly, Cheng Shen paused with his fingertips, and a long paragraph appeared on the screen. It was sent by Yu Yan's fans, and the tone was fierce and angry——

"No one thinks that Mr. Nanyan is in a bad state today! He looks sick, and he has no strength to laugh! He had a big bruise on the back of his hand when he signed! I also saw several Band-Aids!!! I remember half of it At the signing event in Nancheng a month ago, the pictures sent by the sisters at the scene showed that Mr. Nan Yan had plasters on both sides of his neck. He himself said that it was a stiff neck. Who has seen a stiff neck with plasters on it! And who has a stiff neck with plaster on both sides? , It’s obviously covering up something! Did Teacher Nanyan be abused!!!”

Cheng Shen's eyes suddenly cooled down, and he calmly clicked on the comment.

This Weibo caused a lot of heat, and many people left messages.Some people echoed and felt that what the blogger said was very reasonable; some people sprayed the blogger's conspiracy theory; and @官方的, hoping to give an explanation.

Swiping down further, Cheng Shen found a link, which was an analysis post sent by a fan.He clicked in, and it turned out to be the signing event in Nancheng. The fans zoomed in on Yu Yan's signed right hand, and through the gaps in the beads, they seemed to be able to see a suspicious red mark.

Cheng Shen frowned, and took a look at the number of retweets, which had exceeded 500.

He found Zhao Fei's number, and just as he was about to dial it, a push message popped up on Weibo on his mobile phone: "Nan Yan just sent Weibo."

It was his special attention—

Nan Yan: Sorry for worrying everyone, the bruise on the back of the hand is from accidentally bumping into the door frame last night, and the band-aid is from the stupid cooking at noon when the oil was splashed on it.Don't guess, everyone, I really haven't been abused [laughing and crying]!I still want to thank everyone for your concern, see you in Changsha!

Below is a picture of a bruised right hand with the bandage torn off, revealing a wound with a broken blister.

·

After Yu Yan edited and sent it, he handed the mobile phone to the propaganda: "That's all right."

The publicity clicked on the picture and took a look to confirm the persuasiveness of the explanation.

Yu Yan squeezed the space between his brows wearily: "I was really burned by oil."

An Ning tore off a new Band-Aid, pulled Yu Yan's hand over, and muttered, "The little girls on the Internet have more imagination than me."

Propaganda pays attention to the comments below in real time, flipping and saying: "It shows that Mr. Yu is very popular. You can see how much these fans care about him. But these days, readers are more brainy than writers. I just read a post and it came out bundled with Play." Oh, and it’s said that Teacher Yu’s Band-Aid covers nail prints.”

An Ning almost bowed down, feeling that this fan wanted to go with her.

The planner brought a bowl of washed fruit with a smile. Tie Zhinan didn't understand those things, and asked out of curiosity: "Are the little girls so wild now? Seeing our Mr. Yu's delicacy, you want to be a bully?"

Propaganda returned the phone to Yu Yan, and said speechlessly, "It's not that the little girl wants to force herself to be the overlord."

"Thinking of others? It's quite generous."

The publicity felt that he couldn't tell clearly, so he grabbed a handful of grapes and ate them next to him.

After An Ning put on the Band-Aid, she remembered Cheng Shen's instructions: "Teacher Yu, what do you want to eat tonight? Do you want to eat in a hotel or eat out?"

Yu Yan was not hungry at first, but after the farce, he completely lost his appetite.He waved his hand and drove a few people out of the room: "Don't pile up here, I'm tired." Then he grabbed An Ning by the collar: "Downstairs, I'll bring you some chicken chop rice."

Cheng Shen put an eyeliner beside him, and he had to buy the food whether he ate or not, so as not to arouse suspicion.

An Ning went out to buy food quickly, the room fell silent, Yu Yan knelt down on the single sofa, biting his fingertips and scrolling through Weibo.He frowned, his expression was tense, and he looked a little untouchable sensitive.

He flips through the comments, paying attention to reader reactions.

Fortunately, what he said was not a lie, and there were pictures to prove it, so the voice of doubt was suppressed.

After the master clarified, the fans were relieved, and their words became more relaxed. There were also those who teased Mr. Nanyan for his poor cooking skills.

Yu Yan breathed a sigh of relief and found that his back was a little damp.

He was sweating again.

The fruit plate was placed on the coffee table, there were all kinds of colors, Yu Yan had no time to take care of it, his heart was beating a little fast, it seemed to be panic.In this day and age, everyone has seen the power of the Internet, public figures have no privacy at all, and eighteen generations of ancestors can be wiped clean by those who care.Yu Yan thought, since he is just a writer, he shouldn't be.But he is also afraid of being probed, afraid of being pierced by eyes, afraid of being seen those secret thoughts, his filthy love.

In the end, he was afraid that Cheng Shen would be involved.

The phone vibrated violently in the palm of his hand, Yu Yan's whole body went numb, and even his tailbone felt tingling at that moment.

"Hello?" Yu Yan tried his best to keep calm, and changed into a sitting posture.

Cheng Shen's breathing reached Yu Yan's eardrums through the microphone: "I saw the Weibo posted by fans."

Yu Yan's throat was astringent, and he kicked the corner of the coffee table with his toe: "That is..."

"Don't be nervous," Cheng Shen reassured him through the phone: "It's already being dealt with, and Zhao Fei has to work overtime."

Yu Yan grabbed the cuff, feeling that he was causing trouble.As soon as such news came out, the website had to respond first, and Cheng Shen also watched over it for him. It took two efforts for one job.

"Sorry." He lowered his eyes and buttoned the pattern on the hem of the sweater: "I just listened to you at that time."

He was saying that he did not ask Cheng Shen to do publicity.

"I don't blame you, it's not a big problem. Even if it was done for me at the time, the website has to come forward in this situation, otherwise it should be questioned whether it is a signed writer with unspoken rules."

Yu Yan knew the seriousness behind that Weibo post, and it was true that fans cared about him, but Yu Yan’s popularity is high right now, and there are several strong competitors on the website, so it’s easy to be targeted by the opponents and cause public opinion to ferment. When the situation gets out of control, it will affect his and the reputation of the website.

In the final analysis, these are all his private affairs, Yu Yan has always been afraid of causing trouble to others, and worried that he would cause losses to the website.

Cheng Shen gave him a reassurance: "Don't be afraid, I have already contacted the internal personnel to delete the original blog. The traffic is also under pressure. With me here, I won't let you make headlines." He paused and said bluntly : "Besides, you were injured twice because of me. I won't let others make a fuss about it."

At the end of these words, Cheng Shen's tone had completely cooled down.

Yu Yan couldn't help shivering.

Cheng Shen restrained his emotions and watched the night outside the window: "Have you had dinner yet?"

Yu Yan said: "Not yet, let An Ning go to buy food."

As soon as the voice fell, the doorbell rang here.Yu Yan put down his phone and opened the door, outside was An Ning who came to deliver food.

Yu Yan thanked him with the meal, closed the door and threw the chicken chop rice on the marble countertop in front of the entrance, and said to the phone, "I got it."

Cheng Shen was silent for a moment, expecting something: "Start the video, you eat, and I'll show you something."

Yu Yan lacked appetite, but still obediently turned on the camera and put the phone on the table.

In the picture, Cheng Shen is wearing comfortable home clothes. After washing, his hair hangs down softly, and he has faded a bit. He looks like the sunny boy on the basketball court back then.

Yu Yan's restless heart suddenly calmed down.

He opened the packing bag, took out the chopsticks, and lifted the lid of the lunch box.The fried golden and crispy chicken chops are spread on the white rice and poured with a layer of black pepper sauce, which looks fragrant and delicious.

The video was facing Yu Yan's face, and he couldn't see what he ate, Cheng Shen asked, "What did you buy?"

Yu Yan turned the camera around: "Chicken chop rice."

Cheng Shen was not very satisfied: "Fried food is unhealthy, be careful of stomach pain."

Yu Yan put the phone away, and cooperatively picked up a piece of meat to eat first: "It's okay to eat once in a while."

Cheng Shen was far away and couldn't care less, so he could only confess that he had to mix meat and vegetables tomorrow.

Yu Yan nodded and agreed: "What do you want to show me?"

Cheng Shen held up the phone, turned his head slightly, and his eyes stayed on the computer screen next to him.He rolled the mouse, and his Adam's apple vibrated slightly when he spoke: "I saw a few properties in the afternoon, and I'll read it to you."

He chooses carefully, and his work is more meticulous than Zhao Fei.Ten sets were screened out in the preliminary selection, and half of them were eliminated after centralized comparison, combined with the evaluation of residents, and finally three sets were carefully selected.

Cheng Shen introduced the advantages, disadvantages and apartment types to Yu Yan one by one, fearing that Yu Yan would not understand, he turned his phone to show him the structural diagram.Among the three suites, Cheng Shen prefers the one on the second ring road, which is about 120 square meters without the shared pool.

The community is built inside the famous park "Zuixin Pavilion" in Beicheng. The residential area and the recreational area are separated by the lake, hidden deep in the sea of ​​flowers, and surrounded by jungles. The environment is quiet and highly concealed.The location is also good, there is a large shopping mall one kilometer to the east, a hospital one kilometer to the north, and the Financial Street is a 10-minute drive to the city.

This piece of land has not been developed for a long time, and it has been eyed by officials and businessmen for a long time. Because it is a rare garden residential area, low-key and elegant, it is very popular with politicians, and they buy houses here.

The entire residential area is multi-storey. From a distance, there are no tall buildings, like a garden in the city.The one Cheng Shen liked was on the top floor, the seventh floor, with three bedrooms, one living room and two bathrooms.He figured it out, one master bedroom, one converted into a study room, and one designed as a cloakroom.

There is an open-air balcony on the top floor of the multi-storey building. He plans to move all of Yu Yan's flowers and plants there, buy some more, and install an automatic ceiling. No matter it is sunny or rainy, Yu Yan can sit on the balcony and read a book.

Cheng Shen finished reading without personal feelings, and didn't want Yu Yan to be swayed by his thoughts.

Sure enough, Yu Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he stopped picking up the rice.

Cheng Shen raised his eyebrows: "Like this?"

Yu Yan nodded lightly: "Is it possible?"

Cheng Shen suddenly wanted to rub his face, and felt weak: "You have a good eye, this set is the most expensive."

Yu Yan looked very happy: "I can help you share half of it." After he hadn't eaten a few bites, he was left out in the cold, and Yu Yan asked eagerly, "How long will it take to go through the formalities? When can I get the keys?"

"The money is in place, and the procedures are very fast." Cheng Shen sent Zhao Fei a screenshot of the selected real estate, and quickly typed on the keyboard with his fingers, while saying to Yu Yan: "It has been hardcovered inside, and the model house is Chinese style. It’s all rosewood, it looks dull, I’m looking for someone to reinstall it, what kind do you like?”

Yu Yan thought for a while: "Just... simple and bright."

Cheng Shen searched it immediately, propped his chin and looked at it seriously: "Nordic style?"

Yu Yan leaned closer to look at the pictures on the computer: "It's a bit cold."

"Light luxury?"

"I don't like too much luxury."

"What about this modern and simple one?"

"It's too abstract!"

"Then this one is good." Cheng Shen held an extra pen in his hand, and tapped the bottom of the screen: "Japanese-style gardens are all log colors, very warm."

Yu Yan also thought it was good, so he made the decision.

"Then I'll go through the formalities tomorrow and find a designer." Cheng Shen said, "You owe me half of the house payment, so don't run away until it's settled."

Yu Yan lowered his head, smiled lightly, and whispered, "Don't run."

Cheng Shen finished his orders, turned off the computer, and left from the study.The phone shook slightly, the scene in the video changed, and Cheng Shen was already half lying on the bed in a blink of an eye.

"Did you finish your meal?"

Yu Yan glanced at the cold rice, and said falteringly, "There's still a little left."

In fact, I only ate a little.

Cheng Shen had only slept for three hours since last night, and he couldn't bear it next to the pillow.He even forgot to check, and easily believed Yu Yan.

Seeing that tired face, Yu Yan advised, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

Cheng Shen shook his head: "There will be a conference call in half an hour."

Yu Yan pursed his lips, he almost forgot that Cheng Shen was a busy person with little free time.The cooperation case was delayed for a while, and during this time I started to work overtime again, that is, today is the holiday, otherwise I should still be in the company.

Yu Yan said, "Then go to sleep after the meeting."

The two chatted for a while, and Yu Yan saw that it was getting late, so he hung up the phone voluntarily for fear of delaying Cheng Shen's work.

The moment the portrait disappeared, a huge contrast suddenly struck.There seemed to be some warmth left in the lively conversation, but there was only a cold dinner left in front of us.

The temperature in Yu Yan's eyes suddenly cooled down. He cleaned up the leftovers and threw them into the trash can without hesitation. With a "bang", the chicken chop rice that hadn't touched a few chopsticks was ruthlessly thrown away.

Yu Yan looked for clothes to take a bath, turned on the water to the maximum, felt that he was not enjoying himself, and then lowered the temperature.The hot water turned into cold water, Yu Yan raised his head and held his breath in the airtight water flow, feeling the thrill of suffocation and trembling.

After 10 minutes, the sound of the water stopped, the mirror was shining brightly, and the bathroom was so cold that it was about to freeze.

Yu Yan wiped himself clean, stood in front of the French window and lit a cigarette.He has no appetite to eat, and he smokes quite heavily, one after another, and the glass reflects clouds of fog.He is like a fairy in a painting who is not stained with dust, wearing a hotel white bathrobe, hidden in the mountains, hidden in the depths of the clouds, like a stubborn stone, unshakable by thunder and impermeable by rain.

There was a pile of cigarette butts in the ashtray, Yu Yan finally took a breath from the lingering smoke.He opened the window for ventilation, and the wind shook the curtains from side to side.

Yu Yan found a black notebook from the suitcase, which was a gift from the bookstore called "Small Echo" in Xihuan a month ago.

He dug out his stationery and took out a Parker pen.The clerk in the bookstore said it well. Now that mobile phones and computers are popular, it is rare to really calm down and write.

But Yu Yan suddenly felt an impulse, he unfolded a page, the pen was pure black with a gold clip, it looked very valuable. The 18K gold nib paused for a while on the paper, and then outlined the strong font.

The ink is smooth, and Yu Yan's pen is sharp and resilient.He finished writing quickly, capped his pen, and looked down with folded arms.

The handsome and gentle face seemed to have just experienced wind and frost, and it seemed that it could not withstand any beatings, trying to maintain its dignity.Following the line of sight, the words in the center of the book are quite sharp, leaving marks on the second page with full force.

It is said that seeing characters is like seeing people, but that is completely different from Yu Yan's temperament, even the opposite font.

On the paper is written-

It took me eight years to realize how much of a failure I was.