Thunder can't catch fire

Zhou Yan didn't make it to Qingming to pay homage to Luo Jinchen. Now that it's almost May, the weather is getting warmer, and there is no special desolate atmosphere of "there is a lot of rain during Qingming", so he took a taxi to the cemetery for the first time.

Maybe the weather was so good, the taxi driver was also in a good mood, humming a song all the way.At the end of the payment, it was 31 yuan, and Zhou Yan erased the change of that one yuan.

When Zhou Yan got off the car, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly, and the grief that had been brewing all the way faded away.

The private cemetery here needs to show a certificate to enter. Luo Jinfeng had greeted the cemetery before, and Zhou Yan was able to enter smoothly, but the watchman still looked at him full of suspicion and questioning.

Zhou Yan reckoned that he didn't look like a rich man, and the cemetery here was obviously for the dead, but it was much more expensive than for the living.

Luo Jinchen should live quite comfortably.

The corners of Zhou Yan's mouth curled up: "Brat, I'm here for your brother."

The cemetery was very open, and there was a black-and-white photo of him on the tombstone, which was still what Zhou Yan remembered seven years ago, with delicate features and a bright smile, much prettier than the photo on the driver's license.

Zhou Yan sighed, after all, not everyone's ID photo can look as good-looking as his, it all depends on the person.

After blowing the wind in front of the tomb for more than an hour and finishing off a can of beer, Zhou Yan stood up and patted his ass to leave.

He took advantage of this hard-won chance of offering sacrifices, and he was empty-handed, not even having a cigarette.Back then, he and Luo Jinchen secretly smoked a cigarette, but Jiang Xue caught him and scolded him bloody.

Looking back now, that scene is still vivid.

Zhou Yan didn't sigh too much.It's been too long, and many of the strong emotions at that time have gradually faded away. Even thinking about the death of his mother Zhou Miao, I don't feel any sadness.

Humans are mortal, but Comrade Zhou Yan made an estimate. He doesn't know when he died, but it must be less than a feather.It may not be discovered until weeks after death.

The cemetery is on the outskirts of the city, and there are no taxis in this area. Zhou Yan used the taxi-hailing app on his mobile phone to make an appointment for half a day before he found a car three kilometers away from him.

After getting on the bus, the fare was going up "crawl-crawl-clack-clack", Zhou Yan was terrified to see it, as soon as he saw the bus stop, he immediately yelled to stop, got off and waited for the bus.

This place should not be too far from the hotel, but it looks strange.Zhou Yan looked around and found that there were many snack bars and small restaurants around this street.

He felt a little thirsty, so he went to a canteen and bought a bottle of mineral water, and when he paid the money to the shopkeeper, he said, "This area is very lively, business is good."

The shopkeeper glanced at him and waved his hand: "The Public Security University is next to it. How can the business be so good? The art college in the adjacent area, students can eat and play, and the income is several times that of ours."

Zhou Yan was taken aback.

Public Security University—is Han Zheng's... Public Security University?

He unscrewed the lid and filled half a bottle of water. The moment he turned around, he saw Han Zheng standing by the side of the road in a white shirt.

The way he waved his hands was exactly the same as that night--the same evil.

Zhou Yan walked over and threw the remaining half bottle of water into the trash can next to Han Zheng, and asked him, "Why are you here?"

"I haven't asked you yet." Han Zheng nodded his chin, indicating that he could see the school not far away, "I work here, so it's not surprising here."

That... seems not surprising.

Zhou Yan thought about it, and told him frankly, "I just went to the cemetery."

"Oh." Han Zheng nodded, paused, and asked him, "Have you eaten yet?"

The connection between these words is wonderful... Zhou Yan almost spit out: "Where should I eat? The cemetery?"

Han Zheng laughed dryly when he heard the words: "...not funny."

After he finished speaking, he looked at his watch: "It's time for dinner, let's take you to our food stall street, and taste the smell of waste oil."

Zhou Yan was not picky about food, he would eat everything. Han Zheng chose a Northeast restaurant that looked relatively clean.

The proprietress asked the waiter to pour a glass of water for each of them, while looking at Zhou Yan: "Oh, Professor Han, who is this handsome guy? Looking at the face, is it a student in your class again?"

Zhou Yan coughed unnaturally, Han Zheng picked up the teacup with a smile, and glanced at Zhou Yan: "Well, I'm a student."

"It's the first time I've seen him look so handsome." The proprietress smiled at Zhou Yan so that the fat on her face trembled, she patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Do you have a girlfriend? If not, it's just right for our daughter .”

Zhou Yan choked on saliva, raised his head and met Han Zheng's gaze, with a bright and clear smile.

Fuck? !Was put together!This guy did it on purpose? !

Zhou Yan thought for a moment, then showed a standard warm male smile, and said to the proprietress, "Sorry, I don't like girls."

As soon as this sentence was said, the proprietress, Han Zheng, and the guy next to him were petrified at the same time.

Han Zheng's petrification time was a bit short, then he put down the cup and looked up at him.

The proprietress left after muttering something, Zhou Yan didn't hear clearly, but Han Zheng's eyes were still looking at him, Zhou Yan was a little confused, so he teased him with a smile: "Isn't it? Professor... frightened like this?"

Han Zheng frowned slightly: "Are you serious, or are you joking?"

His tone was a bit serious, more serious than usual, Zhou Yan looked at him for a while, and laughed out loud: "It's half a joke. I don't like girls, I like women."

"...Don't make jokes about this kind of thing."

After Han Zheng finished speaking, he handed the menu to Zhou Yan and asked him to order.

Zhou Yan shrugged: "You decide, I'm free."

Two people ordered four dishes, two meat, one vegetable and one soup. There were not many people when ordering, and they still waited for half an hour. By the time the dishes were served, the restaurant was already full of people.

Zhou Yan picked up a piece of Guobao Rou, tasted it, and nodded: "Yes, it's not bad. It's better than 'Xilai'. Boss Diao should change the menu."

The restaurant next to the school has the right time, place and people. Although the rent is expensive and the competition is fierce, the business is quite good. Zhou Yan estimates that the turnover can be several times that of "Xilai".However, Boss Diao is a black-hearted profiteer, and he wants to develop into a boutique hotel. The price is extremely high, and the profit is correspondingly high.

Han Zheng scooped up a bowl of pork stewed vermicelli, and it didn't take long for the bowl to bottom out.It may be because he had been in the army and had a big appetite, so he cleaned up all the food that Zhou Yan didn't eat.

Zhou Yan smoked a cigarette and watched him eat—this man did not become a big fat man, he really appreciated the meal, he had seen Han Zheng change his clothes in the hospital before, it seemed that there was... [-], [-], [-], [-], [-] , six pack... abs, right?

The meal was quite cheap, and it didn't arrive at a hundred and fifty. When Han Zheng wanted to pay for it, Zhou Yan stretched out a hand to stop him.

Han Zheng raised an eyebrow.

Zhou Yan took out his wallet: "Let me do it, I can still afford this little money."

It was indeed a small sum of money, and Han Zheng could tell that Zhou Yan didn't care about anything on the surface, and he looked like an outsider, but in fact he had quite a strong self-esteem.

Han Zheng didn't argue with him anymore, and let him go.

Zhou Yan paid the bill at the counter and waited for change, while Han Zheng waited for him leaning against the fence at the entrance of the restaurant.The small restaurant was crowded with people, mostly students, men and women, tall and short, fat and thin.

Han Zheng glanced over.

Among that group of people, Zhou Yan looked the most conspicuous.Tall and thin, he was a little stooped when he lowered his head.He was wearing an ordinary long-sleeved white T and unremarkable khaki pants, but just standing there, it was still...very different.

What is the difference, Han Zheng can't tell.Maybe it was because he had been in too much contact with him during this period, or it was just because he knew some secret things about Zhou Yan's past.

Those not-so-glorious pasts are like bones buried under the loess, with only a small corner exposed, it makes others tremble with horror.But he seemed to be a deeply poisoned person, trying to see a glimmer of light through the loess and white bones.

"gone."

Zhou Yan paid the money and came out. Seeing Han Zheng in a daze, he teased him with a smile: "Old smoker, you are addicted to smoking again, right?"

Before Han Zheng could react, a pack of cigarettes was stuffed into his hand.

Zhongnanhai.

He never smoked.

"Can't afford expensive ones."

He turned his head to look at Zhou Yan, Zhou Yan was laughing at him, looking like he was watching a good show.Han Zheng shook his head and put the pack of cigarettes in his pocket: "I don't smoke near the school."

"Oh." Zhou Yan hooked the corner of his mouth.

Cut, you know how to pretend to be a wolf with a big tail.He wished that one day he would push Han Zheng down and pick him up, at least to see if there was such a cool breeze under that layer of skin, it was strange to be shivering.

Han Zheng still has class in the afternoon, and he will be going back to school by then. He wanted to give Zhou Yan a ride, but now he checked the time, it was getting late.Still hesitating, Zhou Yan said first, "No need, I take the Land Rover every day, I'm afraid I'll spoil my ass, I just take the bus."

Han Zheng laughed inadvertently.

"Crazy." He coughed and said suddenly, "Go and see our school. It was renovated a while ago, and it is usually not open to the public."

"Ah..." Zhou Yan was obviously a little surprised, the smile on his face was restrained, a little unnatural, "I can't do it. I'll go...it's weird."

Han Zheng frowned: "What's wrong?"

"I'm a murderer who has just been released for a few years, so don't pollute your pure campus. When I thought that the kid who caught me in that year might have come out of here, I panicked."

"... Seriously, are you afraid?"

Zhou Yan frowned instantly: "What am I afraid of?!"

"I'm afraid to see the pillars of our country who will eradicate violence in the future, and the thriving little flowers and grasses of the motherland." When Han Zheng was joking, his expression was old and serious, and his usual clothes and beasts looked like two different people.

Zhou Yan looked at Han Zheng, and suddenly became choked up in embarrassment, unable to speak out at all.

Han Zheng also looked at him, his pupils were translucent amber in the sunlight, Zhou Yan felt that looking at Han Zheng from this angle, he looked a bit like a foreigner, like a handsome tough guy in European and American action movies.

"Hey." Maybe the sun was too strong, Zhou Yan felt a little hot, sighed, and squatted down in front of the bus stop, "You go, don't be late."

Han Zheng looked down at him and asked, "Aren't you going?"

"No." Zhou Yan stopped joking, looked at the ground, and swept the rough ground with a dog's tail grass that he got from nowhere, he looked a little absent-minded, with a slightly indifferent expression, "I... I don’t really like going to these places. The police station, Public Security University…”

At this time, a patrolling motorcycle passed by, Zhou Yan looked up, then lowered his head silently.

Han Zheng thought, those places also include juvenile prisons.

Perhaps it is all the places that restrict freedom, remind him of a certain past event, and awaken a certain memory.

It is instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, Han Zheng understands.

He still understands why Zhou Yan was abnormally silent when he went to the juvenile prison to visit the group of kids.

A strange thought suddenly popped up in Han Zheng's mind, and he wanted to ask Zhou Yan how he felt every time he saw him.

Fear or...disgust.