After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

In the early morning of the next day, when Zhen Wen and Gu woke up, the yard was in a mess like a typhoon passing through. There was a deep hole on the left and a big gap on the right, as if two heavily armed troops had fought fiercely here. generally.Strangely, the house they were in was unharmed.

The two walked out in a panic, and soon found Fang Qian covered in blood in the ruins not far away.

Zhang Yan No. 19 took out his mobile phone and turned on the screen, but he still didn't see any unread messages, so he put the phone back in his pocket with some frustration.

In the past, no matter how busy the crew was, Fang Qian would take a few minutes every day to come out and chat with him.But it has been several days now, let alone a phone call, that person doesn't even have a WeChat message, he just disappeared from the world.

The frustration on Zhang Yan's face did not escape Yin An's eyes. He tugged at Zhang Yan's sleeve and stretched out his head: "Brother Zhang Yan, what's wrong with you, are you absent-minded?"

Zhang Yan couldn't hold back and sighed: "It's nothing."

Yin An rolled his eyes and understood: "It's nothing, I've been distracted for a day, why, miss that person?"

"No." Zhang Yan quickly denied, paused, couldn't hold back, and asked again: "Yin An, do you have any way... that is, can you know where a person is?"

"Yes." Yin An answered quickly, took out a stack of talisman papers from his pocket, took out one of them, and put it between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand: "Brother Zhang Yan, do you have his things?"

Zhang Yan felt all over his body, only to find that there was nothing Fang Qian on his body, his heart felt as if he had been stung by a bee for no reason, and his face darkened accordingly.

Yin An quickly said: "It's okay if you don't have it, but the accuracy is not good, just have his birth date."

Zhang Yan heaved a sigh of relief, and said Fang Qian's birth date. Yin An shook his finger holding the talisman paper, and the talisman paper "suddenly" burned bright yellow flames, and a blue smoke rose slowly. It slowly turned into a door in mid-air.

It's Fang Qian's house number.

Zhang Yan frowned: Is he at home?

Zhang Yan pushed open the door, and at a glance he saw Fang Qian sitting at the dining table, with a plaster cast on his right hand, hanging on his chest, and holding chopsticks in an awkward posture with his left hand, tremblingly delivering food to his mouth.

"Fang Qian." Zhang Yan called out.

The young man was startled by the sudden sound, and the chopsticks fell on the table with a "slap", his body froze like a wooden man, but he quickly came back to his senses and breathed a sigh of relief: "Scare me!" ,How did you come?"

Zhang Yan stepped in front of him in a few steps, and stretched out his right hand to touch the hand that was covered with plaster, but when he touched it, he retracted it like an electric shock: "What's the matter with your hand?"

The astonishment on the young man's face has faded, he smiled: "I was in a car accident, but don't worry, I didn't hurt much, and the doctor said it's not serious..."

"Is this not serious?" Zhang Yan's voice suddenly rose an octave.

Fang Qian shrank his body as if frightened, showing an innocent expression.

Zhang Yan quickly lowered his voice: "Why didn't you tell me, do you know how worried I have been these few days?" The fingertips finally landed on Fang Qian's arm wrapped in gauze, but the force was very light, as if the fingers under his palm Man is a glass doll that shatters when touched.His breathing was trembling, his nose and eyes were a little sour, and tears were just a little short of breaking through the barriers and gushing out.

Since meeting him, Fang Qian seems to be constantly getting hurt.

Time and time again, seemingly unrelated, but somehow connected by the thread of fate.

Did he bring this kind of misfortune to Fang Qian?

The thought that frightened him haunted him like a ghost.

Seeing his frowning, Fang Qian quickly held his trembling hand, and said softly: "I'm really fine, I'm sorry, I've made you worry these few days." As he said, he secretly thanked that all the scars were gone. Hidden by long-sleeved trousers.

I don't know if it's because of He Lanjue's relationship, all the wounds have healed very quickly, and it is estimated that in a few days, they will not be visible at all.He was afraid of showing his feet, and wanted to wait until then to tell Zhang Yan, but he didn't expect that Zhang Yan would bump into him in advance.

Looking at Zhang Yan's red eyes, Fang Qian only felt that the pain in his heart was worse than the injury in his body when he just woke up, but he forced himself to smile: "Zhang Yan, don't cry, you can't cry when you cry. It's too ugly."

"Who is crying, which of your eyes saw it," Zhang Yan retorted immediately, "It's a certain person, who grows up so big that it doesn't make people worry."

Fang Qian pursed his lips coquettishly, and said aggrievedly, "Okay... I was wrong, handsome Zhang, please forgive me."

He was good-looking, with sparkling peach blossom eyes, no one could help but be stared at by him, Zhang Yan was no exception, the shock was over, the anger subsided, and his tone softened: "Don't be an example. "

"Got it." Fang Qian got away with it, and immediately became happy again. He picked up the dropped chopsticks from the table, "Shall we have some together? Auntie cooked too many dishes, and I couldn't finish them all by myself."

Zhang Yan glared at him angrily, but still filled a bowl of rice and sat opposite him.Fang Qian wobbly held his chopsticks again and started to eat. Before he had eaten two bites, Zhang Yan stood up abruptly, pulled away the chair beside him and sat down swiftly.

"Why..." Before Fang Qian finished speaking, he stuffed a mouthful of rice.

"Hey, big star." Zhang Yan withdrew his chopsticks, "How long will you have a meal like this?"

Fang Qian chewed and swallowed, but his eyes kept staring at the person in front of him, until Zhang Yan looked away uncomfortably, but the smile in his eyes deepened: "Then I want to eat braised pork."

"How can there be braised..." Halfway through Zhang Yan's recollection, his face blushed suddenly, "Eat when you eat, what nonsense!"

He didn't dare to look into Fang Qian's eyes again, so he naturally didn't notice the pain that flashed across his eyes.

The two fed one to the other, as if they had formed a tacit understanding, neither of them spoke, and finished the meal quietly.Zhang Yan got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but Fang Qian sat where he was, staring at his figure.

"Zhang Yan?" He suddenly called out.

Zhang Yan brushed the plate and answered absent-mindedly: "Huh?"

"My coffee... did you replace it on purpose?"

Zhang Yan paused as he brushed the dishes: "You know?"

"Ang." He always knew it.

"what?"

"I want to drink your latte."

"Tsk, why are there so many demands? I'm not your nanny."

Fang Qian resorted to his trump card again, and said in a weak voice, "But I want to drink..."

Zhang Yan put down the plates and dishcloth, turned off the tap, and sighed as if he had a headache: "Okay, I'll soak it for you."

"That's about the same." Fang Qian grinned contentedly.

Zhang Yan dug out the coffee beans from the cabinet above his head, put them into the coffee machine, and turned over the milk in the refrigerator to prepare for foaming.

Fang Qian looked at his busy back, but the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows disappeared as quickly as morning dew, leaving only a quiet and intense sadness.

He and Zhang Yan are like two rivers, going round and round, converging and merging, but they will finally melt into the torrent of fate.

With a "snap", the steaming coffee fell in front of him.Zhang Yan's tone was full of imperceptible spoiling: "What are you thinking? Thinking so preoccupied?"

"It's nothing." Fang Qian quickly picked up the cup and took a sip to hide his gaffe.

Thick milk foam stuck to his upper lip, like Santa's beard, Fang Qian stuck out his tongue and licked it, but it was not clean.

Zhang Yan shook his head, took out a piece of paper and wiped his mouth for him, did not wipe twice, suddenly stopped moving, and frowned at his face.

"What's wrong?" Fang Qian blinked, raised his hand to touch the corner of his mouth, "Is there something wrong with my face?"

Zhang Yan got closer, squinted his eyes and stared more carefully: "You seem to be different..."

Fang Qian's peachy eyes widened suspiciously: "What's the difference?"

"I just feel that your eyes are a little... I can't tell where..."

— How much time do I have?

——One month at the fastest, half a year at the slowest.

Fang Qian's pupils shrank suddenly, his body backed up half an inch involuntarily, and he immediately forced himself to stop, and said with a slight smile, "No, maybe I lost weight recently?"

"It's possible." Zhang Yan didn't become suspicious, and sat back again, shaking his head: "You, you really need to mend it..."

Fang Qian was holding the coffee cup, the walls of the cup continuously conveyed warmth, but the palms of his hands were still sweating, slippery and sticky, like a black river surging in his heart at this moment.

He seemed to be pulled out of the ordinary life scene all of a sudden, everything around him began to distort and deform, bright and dark lines and color blocks were mixed together, turning into countless screaming and terrifying faces, just like Munch's. pictorial.

He was only 25 years old, and he never thought that a real and complete death would come so quickly and so unexpectedly.No matter how reluctant you are, you cannot escape the fate of disappearing into thin air.

In his life, he has never been so grateful that he is an actor, that he can hide everything seamlessly in front of his sweetheart, and still have a flawless smile on his face, acting in a scene of quiet time.

"Okay, I will listen to you from now on."

When Zhang Yan said this, his eyebrows began to dance: "You have to listen to me, I tell you, I promise to raise you fat and white in three months."

Fang Qian retorted with a smile: "It's not raising pigs, and it's fat for nothing. Besides, do you know how to take care of people?"

"There is no essential difference between raising pigs and raising people." Zhang Yan counted the same number with his fingers: "Isn't it all about eating, drinking, sleeping, and having fun? There is an aunt who cooks, and I am in charge of your heart. You arranged it properly."

Fang Qian raised his eyebrows: "Forget it, I don't want to become fat for nothing, and all the fans will run away."

Zhang Yan looked at him with hatred: "You actors, you are too slim. You say that girls want to be slim, so it's understandable. Why are you following along? The whole person is like a flagpole. Yes, look at your clothes, it's starting to sway." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and squeezed the muscles on his forearm, and immediately shook his head "tsk tsk tsk",

Fang Qian twitched his lips: "How can I join in the fun? Besides, I'm not thin..."

"Fang Qian," Zhang Yan interrupted him abruptly, leaning towards him, "Is there something you are hiding from me?"

The playful smile in his eyes was like a mirage, and suddenly disappeared, the pupils were dark, but surprisingly bright,

All the secrets are invisible in front of these eyes.

Fang Qian swallowed nervously, his lips trembled subconsciously, for a moment, the truth was about to burst out, but he finally clenched his lips tightly, blocking everything, and sealed it deeply in his body , when he spoke again, what he said was still a lie: "No, what can I hide from you?"

Zhang Yan clapped his hands: "Then it's settled, I'll move in with you for the next few months, and I'll pack it up tonight."