Xie Jin

Respecting the old and loving the young is a virtue after all. Shen Yicen sang bad face, but he also left room for both parties. Yanchi has been fighting outside these years, but in fact he doesn't care about these trivial matters. He followed Yansi to the side and exchanged ideas with each other. I provided a phone number, and agreed that I would definitely pay attention to the demolition.What else to say now, the Yan family had no choice but to leave angrily.

Looking over there, the little boss still looked like he was laughing, he was heartless, he didn't change his face when he encountered anything, and swearing at people with that face, the effect of sarcasm was much higher than that of a paralyzed face.

Revisiting the old place, breaking up unhappy, with a poisonous tongue and a small support, Yanchi was not in a bad mood, but later on at the wine table, he was drunk for a while, drunk and sad, and all the bad memories from the past were forgotten all at once. When I got up, it was like a revolving lantern in front of my eyes, the feeling was unspeakable, and my mouth was bitter.

The meal was over, and the youth was reminiscing again, the half-drunk little swallow yelled to go home, Shen Yicen accepted his fate, lifted him on the shoulder, clasped him by the waist, and left.Walking all the way back to the residential building where he was a child, taking advantage of the moonlight, he put Yanchi to the door, and took out two thin wires that he asked the shop owner for to pick the lock.

Others are not stupid, they have already changed the lock that blocked the keyhole, but the anti-theft performance of the old lock is not good, so Shen Yicen opened it after a few clicks.

Yanchi looked at it, his eyes widened, and he said vaguely: "You are determined to be omnipotent, and you really learned such a skill."

Shen Yicen was embarrassed at this time: "There is no technical content, this kind of lock can be opened by any little girl with a hairpin."

The rusty iron door was opened, and a stale smell gushed out of the house, a bit like the smell from opening the basement, mixed with other things, the air was suddenly cold amidst the dust, as if pulled into another place by time. It’s a beautiful space, but after a closer look, it’s not the same. It’s been more than ten years inside and outside the house.

It's just that this house has been covered with dust for a long time, every object is so familiar, it is still the same as when he left, but Yanchi dare not touch it, he only feels strange in his heart.

When he came back to his senses, he had already taken a step into the house, leaving his own footprints on the thick dust, as if stamping the house. After so many years, it really makes me sad to think about it.He backed out and looked at Shen Yicen who was leaning on the corridor. He was always sensitive to dust and was covering his mouth and nose. Seeing him coming out, he asked, "Are you hurt by the scene?"

"It's okay." Yanchi closed and locked the door, turned around and went downstairs with Shen Yicen, "They changed the lock, I thought the doves occupied the magpie's nest, but now it looks like it's the same, so there's nothing sentimental about it. "

Shen Yicen smiled: "Do you think your house is made of gold? They have money in their hands, they have houses in the city, and their sons are raised, so they still value your place? If it wasn't for the demolition, they wouldn't be here anymore. appear in your life."

"So there's a conspiracy here?"

"Conspiracy is not counted as inside information. They don't count your idea. They just want to name you and take advantage of the country. Do you... do those people know? I don't know. If you don't want to care about us It's gone." Walking to the side of the road, Shen Yicen stretched out his hand to find a car, and stuffed Yanchi into it, "You don't have to keep it in mind, this place is so big, there are many twists and turns."

After seeing off Yanchi, Shen Yicen looked up at the bustling scene in the street, curled his lips, and turned to another block on foot.This block specializes in bars, KTV, and some private clubs, so the street is full of dazzling neon lights, rainbow-like brilliance stretches out, and the streets are full of traffic and people.

The place he was going to was a pretty big bar. The signboard said "Amore" in beautiful cursive characters, and the neon lights unexpectedly fixed and changed back and forth between several cool tones, rendering and reflecting the representation of this and that in multiple languages. The word "love".

There are cute girls and handsome guys in the bar. The resident singer Ah Que has short crimson hair. Under the dim light, he also wears exaggerated sunglasses. The rock style is even more uninhibited, and sometimes he can freely Switching to lyrical songs, I received a long list of songs not long after nightfall, and there is no shortage of roses.At his young age, he was already able to move freely among the old customers. During this period of time, there were rumors of job hopping, and the bar owner, Fatty Jiang, was a little worried.

He is sitting at the bar, there are full-time wine sellers in the store, and it is time for popular singers to perform, no one will sit here to watch the movements of the bartender, but his precious bartender Yan Huan, who is also the owner of the bar, is still meticulously preparing.Yan Huan is in his late thirties, and he doesn't seem to go out often, his skin is pale, it's scary when he has no expression, but his hands are very beautiful, and he wants to take a second look after one glance, like jade.

"I've been in business for so many years, and I really can't find a better resident singer than Ah Que. I've never had such a bad premonition for those little brats behind me." He sighed, "Old Yan, at least you It also accounts for half, so can't you worry about it with me?"

There are always times when people want to drink away their sorrows, and the beautiful jade hand reaches into the cabinet and takes out a can of beer and hands it to Fatty Jiang. After thinking about it, he takes out a bottle of milk and says: " Let nature take its course."

What he said was as if he didn't say anything, but Fatty Jiang stared at the bottle of milk and said in surprise: "You have hidden a second door. When I replenished the stock last time, it was full."

That cabinet was the personal storage of the two of them.

"Sometimes hey the cat." Yan Huan said as he opened the lid, poured out half a cup and put it on the table, his dark eyes turned to Fatty Jiang, "Drink?"

Of course, Fatty Jiang put the wine aside.Their family, Yan Huan, is a blind bartender, but his eyes are dark and beautiful. Because he can't see, his eyes don't have the calculations of ordinary people, and they quietly look like a deep pool that cannot be stirred.Such pure eyes are rarely rejected when "looking" at people, let alone Fatty Jiang.

But he just licked some milk smell, and he was staring straight at the half bottle in Yan Huan's hand. To be precise, he was really looking at his fingers. His jade-like finger was on the glass bottle, probably in ancient times. The fingertip scallion root is just like that.Yan Huan said again: "Xiao Cen said a few days ago that he would come to see me, and this time is almost here."

This person jumped out word by word, with that expressionless look on his face, he thought he didn't know anything, but in fact he could sense the fiery eyes of others, Fatty Jiang shook his cup, helplessly said: "That apprentice of yours. "

Yan Huan "looked" at him: "He seems to be very happy recently."

"He is happy, which means that someone is going to be unlucky." Fatty Jiang supported his head, "He used to do bad things secretly all day long, saying that I took his master and didn't give him a title. What title? That little bastard is full of feudal remnants , I don’t even keep my eyes open to see, we have passed half our lives, and it’s obviously his master who doesn’t give me a title.”

Fatty Jiang was talking and laughing, but Yan Huan couldn't see it, but he could tell it by hearing the voice, and the tips of his ears turned red quietly: "You still speak ill of him."

"I can't say no to him when he arrives. I've had my mouth craving now." Just as he was talking, the security guard came over to call the boss. Fatty Jiang put down his cup and went to see the situation. Shen Yicen, Fatty Jiang's face was full of disgust, "I'm really afraid of something."

Shen Yicen came in through the back door. He originally wanted to surprise the two of them. The young man who was resting behind had never seen him. He thought he was a thief, so he called the security guard, who then called the boss over, causing a commotion An own goal.

"Uncle Fat, you say that like I'm a flu virus."

Fatty Jiang put the person on the edge of the bar, looked up and down Shen Yicen with extremely critical eyes, and said, "The flu virus is still good, if it gets on you, it won't help."

"It sounds like I've become a painkiller again." Shen Yicen grinned, turned his head to show courtesy to Yan Huan, "Master, do you two live in harmony? Do you need a pistachio?"

"Hey! At your age, you still want to play the game of running away from home and asking someone to take you in?"

Fatty Jiang laughed angrily when he heard this, and was about to extend his hand to give him a chestnut, but he saw Yan Huan pushing a glass of milk in front of Shen Yicen, and holding his hand while he was going to get the glass, and his fist was to pinch it. Shen Yicen screamed at the soft flesh on the cheek, and Yan Huan put a smile on his expressionless face.

"When you meet your apprentice, you don't talk about coaxing them, but you have to touch them gently, right? How can there be a young man like you who has a straight root at the first hand." Shen Yicen was bullied until tears filled his eyes, and there was a faint smile on his face. The red mark, "Hand strength is great."

Fatty Jiang withdrew his hands and put his back behind his back, gloating at the sidelines: "You are so shameless." He touched Yan Huan's little hand and left, leaving the two of them to talk, Shen Yicen looked at his back, thinking of being single Dogs really have no human rights.

"The skin is not thick, but thin."

"It's hot and I don't have any appetite. Hey, Master, there was a student named Yan Di who learned bartending from you for a few days ago, do you remember? Is he still in school?"

"Go to the next class, do you know him?"

"I don't know, but there's a business, I'm considering whether to take care of it or not." His voice was a little worried, but his expression was flat, and he poured a mouthful of milk into his stomach. In fact, he knew it in his own mind. If he said it was a business, he had nothing to do. It means to manage.No matter how much he cares, he might cross the line at Yanchi.

"It's nothing to do with me. Most of it is just a matter of nostalgia. There is a degree to which you can draw your sword to help when you see injustice. It's up to you to grasp it yourself. But according to what you said, you should have already taken care of it, right?"

"Because I'm in charge, I'm here to ask you."

"Young people are impetuous, just like you back then. Lao Hu, who is in the class next door, is not like me. He is a full-time teacher at the school, and the standards are very strict."

Shen Yicen blinked, and the corners of his eyes curled up: "I see." Afterwards, he talked nonsense and coaxed Yan Huan to his heart's content, and Shen Yicen never mentioned this matter again.

The breath of the early summer night dissipated the heat of the day, and the sound of insects gradually increased. Shen Yicen walked home under the cool moonlight, feeling very good.However, sometimes people just have to be unlucky, as if the gods can't understand a person's pleasure beyond the standard, the next morning, Shen Yicen was unlucky and sprained his foot.