Thunder can't catch fire

That night, Qin Feifei slept soundly, but felt that he could vaguely hear the scream of the dying rooster not far away.

Even in her dream, she could know that the hairs all over her body stood on end, and goosebumps fell all over the floor.

Because she didn't sleep well last night, Qin Feifei woke up at seven o'clock in the morning, and couldn't fall asleep even after tossing and turning, so she just got up and took a shower.

Today is a fine day, although the temperature is still very low, Zhou Yan's house does not have air-conditioning, last night Qin Feifei slept in the freezing cold, until he got up in the morning and took a hot bath to warm up a little.

After walking out of the room, Zhou Yan was not seen after walking around the third and second floors.The door of the room Zhou Yan slept in last night was open, and the bedding was neat, as if he had never slept in it.

Qin Feifei walked towards the stairs leading to the first floor, and just a few steps closer, he heard intermittent human voices, talking, shouting, and laughing, exactly like in a teahouse.

The same is true of the ground floor.

When I came in yesterday, I didn't turn on the headlights, the lights were dark, and Qin Feifei didn't look carefully, but now I take a closer look, what, this is obviously a small restaurant.

There are six small four-corner tables neatly arranged in a small area, one of which is empty for everyone, with only two empty bowls and two spoons, and the rest of the tables are full of people, men, women and children. A woman dressed as a village woman ran after a three or four-year-old child with a bowl of porridge, eager to feed her.

Zhou Yan waited at the door of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame and lowering his head to study the barbs next to his nails.

Today he was wearing a green military overcoat and a Hello Kitty apron. He had neat short hair, a pair of ears exposed, a pointed chin and big eyes. Looking at it this way, he looked like a beautiful boy walking out of a cartoon.

Even this dress is indeed too old-fashioned.Looking at Zhou Yan's appearance, Qin Feifei would not be more than thirty.

The guy who was busy in the kitchen was a boy in his early twenties, and his hands and feet were quite nimble. Every time he finished a bowl of wontons or noodles, he called "Brother Yan", and Zhou Yan dragged his feet lazily. Move into the kitchen to bring out the food.

Qin Feifei reckoned that the people who came here for breakfast were some of Zhou Yan's old customers. Every time Zhou Yan put down a piece of food, he greeted them with a smile, chatted a few words, and then slowly moved back to the original place.

Qin Feifei observed for a while, then walked over and called him.

Zhou Yan pointed to the empty table and raised his chin: "Go and sit down, I'll ask Maomao to serve you a bowl of noodles."

"I want to eat wontons."

"..."

Zhou Yan restrained his urge to roll his eyes.

——I knew this ancestor was in trouble.

"alright."

When Qin Feifei's wontons arrived, the other guests had almost left, so Zhou Yan went to clear the table, and finally sat down opposite Qin Feifei.

"when are you leaving?"

Qin Feifei sniffed, thought for a while, and said, "Han Zheng said, come over at noon. But he is not reliable."

"Oh." Zhou Yan didn't bother to ask her "Who is Han Zheng?" He only cares about when he can send this little ancestor away.

"Hurry up. I have to go out this afternoon."

Qin Feifei tugged on Zhou Yan's sleeve: "Brother Zhou Yan, so you are in the catering business?"

"Catering industry?" Zhou Yan was taken aback by the term, and then laughed dryly, "I'm just a small dilapidated restaurant. The neighbors in the neighborhood have known each other for many years, so they come to take care of the business."

"Let me just say, your buddy, Mao Mao? He is definitely not a professional! Making a bowl of wontons is not as good as the noodles you made yesterday."

Zhou Yan is not a petty person, but this girl's words are too irritating, and he is not happy when he hears it, so he moves Qin Feifei's half-eaten wonton bowl over.

"If it doesn't taste good, don't eat it."

"I don't have any malicious intentions, so don't be angry. I grew up eating the things made by Han Zheng, and he is a professional! You are so kind to me, I will help you once! When Han Zheng comes, I will ask him to show you something. Teaching Maomao a little skill will ensure your business will prosper and you will be rich."

Zhou Yan put the wonton bowl back in front of her with a dull expression: "No need. I only sell breakfast here. The neighbors are used to this taste. If you don't like it, you won't be able to eat it in the future."

Qin Feifei found that Zhou Yan's life seemed to be very simple and boring, although it looked quite leisurely.

After nine o'clock, no one came again, and Maomao left after cleaning up the kitchen. Qin Feifei saw that before Maomao left, Zhou Yan gave him 30 yuan.

Qin Feifei's mouth twitched.

Ha ha, really picky.

Afterwards, Zhou Yan lay on the recliner by the door, basking in the sun with his eyes squinted, and fell asleep after a while.

When Zhou Yan was chatting with Duke Zhou, his old family, he suddenly felt a heavy weight on his shoulders. He got up heavily and hated others for disturbing his sleep.Opening his eyes, he sat up impatiently, before he could utter the curse words, he was stunned.

He probably didn't recognize the man in the black cashmere coat in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Zhou Yu's tone is not good.

"I'm looking for Qin Feifei." The man's voice was very low.Zhou Yan hadn't stood up yet, looking up at him from his current angle, what he could see most clearly was his chin.The jawline is smooth.

Zhou Yan stood up, only to realize that this person is extremely tall, Zhou Yan is 1.8 meters tall, which is not considered short among men, but in front of him, he looks like a child.

Zhou Yan reckoned that he was 1.9 meters tall, but he looked like a human being, a bit like the male celebrity that the granddaughter of the old Zhao family had a crush on in the old building next to him, whether it was Wu Yanzu or Peng Yuyan, Zhou Yan couldn't remember.Anyway, these people looked exactly the same in his eyes.

"Qin Feifei should be on the third floor, go up and find it yourself." Zhou Yan said lightly, without looking at him, walked around him to the kitchen, twisting his stiff neck.

He rolled out the dough in the kitchen for a while, and after a while, the man came down again.

This time, he entered the kitchen.

There was a lot of powder in the air in the kitchen. Zhou Yan knew that he was disgraced now, but he didn't care about his image right now. He looked at the man and asked him, "What's the matter?"

When Zhou Yan looked at him, he was a little lost in thought.His eyes are beautiful, like obsidian.

"Feifei, she doesn't want to go." He took out an envelope from his pocket and put it on the table. "Here is 5000 yuan. Please take care of her for another night."

Zhou Yan kneaded the dough: "You take the money back." He raised his head again and smiled stiffly at the man.

The man frowned, looking a little surprised.

Zhou Yan put down the dough and washed his hands.

"This is not a hotel, it's my home. I rescued her yesterday out of good intentions. That Xiaobao gave me 800 yuan to take her in so that she wouldn't throw herself into the river again. You can take back the money too."

In fact, Zhou Yan's heart was bleeding when he said this.

Two thousand and eight hundred yuan!That's all for nothing!With this money, how many young and middle-aged laborers like Mao Mao can he squeeze out!

However, Zhou Yan knew very well in his heart that there would be no pie in the world, and Zhou Yan would not be able to fall if he wanted to.

The man didn't speak any more, and walked out of the kitchen in silence.

Zhou Yan continued to knead the dough in the kitchen until his arms were numb, washed his hands, and planned to go back to his room for a good night's sleep.When the reclining chair was put away at the door of the house, he glanced casually out of the corner of his eye, but the movements of his hands paused unconsciously.

The man was squatting at the door, the smoke in his hand was already half-burned, puffing out the clouds, and suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Zhou Yan smelled the faint smell of smoke, which was not strong, or even very faint.

Even though Zhou Yan could only see his side face clearly, he knew that his brows were furrowed.

Zhou Yan looked at the black off-road vehicle not far away, then looked away and went upstairs.

Sure enough, as he expected, the door of his bedroom was closed tightly. He knocked on the door violently, and there was a sharp cry from inside.

"go away!"

Zhou Yan restrained his expression: "It's me."

A few seconds later, the door opened a small crack, Qin Feifei showed a corner of his eye, took a look around, then pulled Zhou Yan into the door, and then closed the door with a "bang", the whole set of actions was done in one go.

"Who is that man?"

"Han Zheng." Qin Feifei fiddled with his fingers boredly, avoiding looking at Zhou Yan, "Brother Zhou Yan, ignore him."

"Leave him alone?" Zhou Yan looked at her like this, feeling angry and funny, "He wants to take you away, but if you don't leave, you have to rely on me. Have you ever asked me if I'm welcome?"

Qin Feifei stopped talking, now he was wringing his fingers and biting his lips, looking thoughtful and awkward.

Just as Zhou Yan was about to continue speaking, he saw a few tears pouring out of the girl's big eyes, and the tears became more and more fierce, like a flood breaking through a dam.Zhou Yan was most afraid of a woman crying in her life. When she saw a woman crying, she felt more uncomfortable than that person, so even though she was determined not to indulge Qin Feifei before, she still couldn't help but soften her heart now.

"Okay, don't cry. I won't chase you away for the time being. You should calm down first. I'll make you lunch later. If there's anything you need, we'll settle it after a meal."

Qin Feifei nodded as if being amnesty upon hearing the words, and sniffed: "Brother Zhou Yan, you are so kind!"

So, "Very good Brother Zhou Yan" rode the bicycle that was on the verge of falling apart to the country vegetable market.Zhou Yan grows his own vegetables and raises his own poultry, so going to the market is just to buy some seasonings and special cooking materials.

The man named Han Zheng saw Zhou Yan leave and return, his eyes and demeanor did not change at all, he looked like a wooden man.If it weren't for the obvious increase in the number of cigarette butts under his feet, from one to a pile, Zhou Yan would almost think that time had stood still.

Zhou Yan made one meat, one vegetable and one soup: chicken curry with potatoes, baby vegetables in soup, tomato and egg soup.After finishing, he went to the door and called Han Zheng: "Let's eat first."

Han Zheng stubbed out the cigarette butt, looked back at him, withdrew his sharp eyes, and said, "Thank you, I'm not hungry."

Zhou Yan shrugged, didn't make a second invitation, and went upstairs to call Qin Feifei.

Qin Feifei was already smiling happily, and walked to the table with a playful smile. However, at this time, Han Zheng came out of the kitchen suddenly. Qin Feifei was stunned for a moment, and wanted to run away. Han Zheng grabbed her by the collar with quick eyesight and quick hands. , The eagle grabbed her to the table like a chicken.

"Sit down, eat first, and come back with me after eating."

Han Zheng's voice was deep but powerful, revealing a sense of majesty, Zhou Yan thought, how can I say... like a soldier?He was almost sure that he had been in the army.

"I said it all! Me! No! Yes!"

Qin Feifei was obviously playing childish temper, in front of Han Zheng, he looked like a preschooler.

Han Zheng smiled, and snorted coldly: "Do you know what time the old man went to bed yesterday?"

Zhou Yan keenly noticed that after Han Zheng finished saying that sentence, Qin Feifei showed a trace of hesitation on his face, however, that hesitation was fleeting and merged into a cold sentence: "It's none of my business."

Han Zheng really laughed this time, and Zhou Yan guessed that he was really angry. He just said "good", and then returned to the place where he was squatting just now, and continued to smoke without saying a word.

As an ignorant bystander, Zhou Yan had no position to say anything, and just finished lunch with Qin Feifei quietly.After lunch, the two went back to their rooms. Zhou Yan didn't know what Qin Feifei was doing all afternoon. Anyway, he took a nap, and when he woke up, it was already dark.

The days are short in winter, and it gets dark after four o'clock.Zhou Yan crawled out of the warm blanket, only to feel that it was colder outside.

He looked out and saw that Han Zheng was still there, she could only see a silhouette and the flickering light of a cigarette butt in the darkness.

Zhou Yan ordered a pot of tomato and egg noodles, and brought Qin Feifei into the room, and sure enough, he saw him nestled in the bed watching TV with great interest, and unpacked two packs of Zhou Yan's potato chips beside him.

Zhou Yan only said one sentence: "He's still here."

Qin Feifei seemed to have never heard of it.

On such a cold day, Zhou Yan was wearing cotton trousers and a military overcoat, which felt like a cold winter night.

Yes, with a sigh of relief, you can see the cold winter of water vapor under the light.

The man just squatted there, motionless, like a statue.

Zhou Yan was warming up by the fireplace in the kitchen, while watching him, the light of the fire made his face red.