Thunder can't catch fire

Zhou Yan really didn't "disturb" them for a long time.He moved very quickly, and disappeared during the day the next day, and when he came back for dinner in the evening, he told Qin Feifei that he was leaving soon.

There were only the two of them at the dinner table, Qin Feifei opened his eyes wide, bit the chopsticks, tilted his head like a mentally retarded look, and said, "Then you have to say goodbye to Han Zheng in person."

"Personally say goodbye..."

Zhou Yan muttered, thinking of Han Zheng's usual cold, "don't get close to strangers" demeanor, he felt two "huh" in his heart, but he didn't show it on the surface.

"Okay, I'll call back and talk to him."

Qin Feifei insisted on driving Zhou Yan to his new residence, but the kindness was hard to refuse.Zhou Yan wanted to agree, but suddenly a thought flashed in his mind, and he was careful.

This girl is so obsessive, if she found out where he lived, wouldn't she come to him every day, wouldn't she?

Zhou Yan speculated carefully. Although this idea is absurd and narcissistic, it is not impossible.

"No, I'll call a taxi myself."

Qin Feifei immediately jumped up when he heard the words: "What do you mean? Do you not believe in my driving skills?!"

"I really don't mean that. I'm afraid that the place is so remote, and if you go around, you will be in trouble if you can't find your way back. It's so dark, and I don't worry about you being a little girl."

Zhou Yan is usually not a fuel-efficient lamp, and what he said is a set of things. Qin Feifei thought about it carefully, and finally nodded.

She pouted and said, "But you will have to visit me often in the future."

Zhou Yan showed embarrassment: "I have to work in the future..."

"Or I'll come to see you!" Qin Feifei interrupted him excitedly, with a bright smile on his face.

That's enough, I lost to her.

Zhou Yan, you are so awesome, you went out for a walk in the middle of the night without anything to do, and you got yourself into a big trouble.

The rental house that Zhou Yan was looking for was in an old residential area of ​​more than 30 years. The building looked too old from the outside and seemed to be crumbling, but it felt okay when you walked in. The walls in the corridor seemed to have been painted, and some of the walls were unexpectedly Still white.

Zhou Yan lived on the sixth floor, the top floor, and there was no elevator, so it was a bit difficult to carry the suitcase up.

When he took out the key and panted to open the door, the door opposite opened.

It was a middle-aged woman with a little girl in her arms.

She looked at Zhou Yan with a strange look, and asked, "Are you the new tenant of Old Qian's house?"

Lao Qian is Zhou Yan's landlord, an old man in his 60s, with a weird temper, but very straightforward. A house of more than 50 square meters, with a full set of furniture, costs 800 yuan a month, which is almost the price of cabbage in Q City.

Zhou Yan was very satisfied.

"Yes, check in today."

The middle-aged woman said "oh", then lowered her voice: "Is the rent cheap?"

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, "Yes."

The other person shook his head with a look of "I knew it earlier", "Don't blame me for not reminding you, you have to be careful in this house, haunted by ghosts, and renters don't live long. I heard that this house has just been built. People have died since then, and I don’t know if it’s true or not.”

"Thank you, auntie, I'm not afraid of ghosts." Zhou Yan shrugged and smiled indifferently.

The middle-aged woman froze when she heard the words, said "whatever you want", and then went downstairs to embarrass herself.

Zhou Yan pushed the door open and went in. It was dark inside before, and it took him a long time to touch the switch.Press it down for three seconds before the fluorescent lamp lights up faintly, and the light source is unstable, flickering.

He threw the suitcase aside, and threw himself into the sofa. There was a lot of movement, and a layer of dust was brought up.

Zhou Yan choked twice, frowned, stood up helplessly and walked into the bathroom, ready to clean.

Zhou Yan is a lazy person, but living alone, he still has to do housework.After getting used to these, the movements are quite nimble, and after more than an hour, the ruins were tossed and turned bright.

Zhou Yan walked around the room and felt quite satisfied.

Although the furniture is old and the walls are peeling, but at last... it feels like a human being.

Tired and sleepy after all this tossing, Zhou Yan went to the bathroom and wanted to take a hot shower, but after taking off his clothes, he turned on the shower switch and waited for a long time, only to find that the nozzle only came out with cold water but not hot water.

He was shivering from the cold, and while cursing his mother, he put on his clothes, took his wallet and went out.

When Zhou Yan slammed the door out, the middle-aged woman happened to be carrying the child home, and when she saw him, she didn't say hello, but snorted coldly.

Fuck, what is this called.

Zhou Yan was simply inexplicable, and his mood was like a sun-drenched dog.

Although he hasn't had a day.

Zhou Yan went to a nearby bathing center to take a hot bath and then fell asleep. When he woke up, it was almost midnight.His body was warm, but he was very sleepy, and it was very comfortable here. He thought about continuing to sleep, but thought that he would have to pay an extra 50 yuan after twelve o'clock, so he dismissed the idea.

After leaving the bathing center and walking for a while, Zhou Yan felt a little hungry. There was a convenience store near his home, and Zhou Yan went in to buy a box of instant noodles. When he was checking out, his phone rang.

He looked at it and saw that the dot showed "Han Zheng", and was taken aback for a moment.

"Six dollars and eight."

As soon as the cashier's voice fell, the person on the other end of the phone spoke, accompanied by a laugh: "Haven't you gone back yet?"

"I'm hungry, let's buy instant noodles." Zhou Yan held his mobile phone in one hand, took out his wallet and put it on the cash register with the other, and took out a ten-yuan bill from it.

"Six yuan for instant noodles."

Han Zheng was teasing him, Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows unconsciously.

How come, the longer we get along, the more I realize that this person is not talking enough.

Zhou Yan breathed out: "It's so late, what's the matter?"

"You didn't even tell me when you left. Otherwise, I'll see you off."

"Qin Feifei said it before, it's not necessary." Speaking of Qin Feifei, Zhou Yan thought of her telling him not to forget to say hello to Han Zheng.

Hey, I was so busy, I still forgot.

This is not good when people are old, and their memory is not as good as before.

Zhou Yan was very upset.

Han Zheng was silent for a while before speaking again.

"Where do you live?"

"The area where the cotton mill used to be. The old house."

"Yeah." Zhou Yan heard the sound of a lighter, "Come out."

"Huh?" He thought he had heard wrong.

Han Zheng repeated: "I said, come out." He paused, "I'm just across the road."

Zhou Yan didn't realize it for a while, and when he turned around and walked out of the convenience store, he saw the man in the black coat and black leather gloves raising his hand towards him across the road, and couldn't help but swear.

"Fuck!"

It's fucking evil.

At this point, this road is really rare.The street lights were very dim, almost negligible. When Zhou Yan walked towards Han Zheng, his eyes were focused on the flickering light of the cigarette butt between his fingers.

Especially eye-catching in the dark.

Zhou Yan's eyesight was poor, and he could only see Han Zheng's expression clearly when he got closer. He was still so indifferent, and he didn't even feel warm when he was on the phone.

"Why are you here?"

Han Zheng looked at him and said calmly, "It just so happens." He took a drag on the cigarette he had just lit, and exhaled.

Zhou Yan naturally didn't believe it.

Han Zheng smiled: "Otherwise, what do you think? I'm following you? Who are you?"

He seldom smiles, but he still has a cool smile.

A tough looking guy.

Zhou Yan scoffed in his heart.

Tsk tsk, after all, he was a soldier.

Seeing that Zhou Yan stopped talking, Han Zheng smiled inexplicably again: "Let's go to your house."

Zhou Yan's nerves twitched, even his temples twitched: "What?"

"It should be nearby." Han Zheng frowned and raised his eyes, "Why? You can't even take a tour?"

All right, all right, you are my creditor, take a visit, of course.

But, it shouldn't be at this point, on this occasion.

Zhou Yan subconsciously raised his hand to look at the watch on his wrist.

Han Zheng raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise.

There are not many young people wearing watches at Zhou Yan's age, but there are also quite a few.However, few people wear such a watch. It looks like a person in their 60s and [-]s would wear it. The big dial is a bit old and the design is outdated, which looks very cumbersome.

"One o'clock."

"Yes." Han Zheng urged him, "It's getting late, let's go."

When he finally brought Han Zheng home, Zhou Yan himself felt incredible.Thinking about it carefully, they have only known each other for a few days, but they have already moved to three residences.

Before that, he had lived in the former residence for several years, and he thought that it would continue like this forever.

It's all because of the damn cigarette addiction at that time, and also because of that girl Qin Feifei who was full and jumped into the river to play, otherwise, there would be so many troubles.

"Your place is fine."

Zhou Yan didn't know whether Han Zheng was talking irony or what. Compared to his "luxury house", his place was a slum.

He yawned.

"Well, as long as you can live."

Han Zheng glanced at him, then sat down on the sofa.

"I'll be here today."

He spoke calmly, but Zhou Yan almost choked on his own saliva when he heard it.

"what?"

Han Zheng repeated it, frowning displeasedly: "Do you have a problem with your ears?"

Zhou Yan raised his hand and touched his forehead: "No...I said, I don't have anything here."

"It's okay. I'll just squint for a while, maybe a few hours. I'll go to the hospital to see grandpa at dawn."

Zhou Yan didn't dare to speak for a while. He looked at Han Zheng carefully at this time, as if he was really tired, a little stubble grew on his chin, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids were terribly swollen.

It seems that a day ago, he was not like this.

Zhou Yan asked cautiously, "Um...your grandpa...is he alright?"

"Ah." Han Zhengqiang forced a smile that was uglier than crying, "I just sent Feifei to the emergency room again today, and I didn't dare to tell Feifei."

Tsk, that's pretty serious.Zhou Yan didn't expect that Han Zheng really loved that girl.

"I'm exhausted, I'll take a shower first." Han Zheng stood up and stretched himself.

Hearing this, Zhou Yan said a little embarrassedly, "Well...the hot water seems to be broken."

"It's okay." Han Zheng said.

"Huh?" Zhou Yan was confused.

Ten minutes later, warm water flowed from the faucet in Zhou Yan's bathroom.

Zhou Yan looked at Han Zheng's fiddling hands with black spots, and the way he put down the wrench and screwdriver to wash his hands, only then did he understand what he meant by "it doesn't matter".

Zhou Yan laughed: "Hey, I didn't expect you to be quite versatile."

After washing his hands, Han Zheng turned off the faucet, looked at him through the mist in the bathroom, and looked very indifferent: "There are many things I know. You will know later."

The author has something to say:

There are so many things I know...... Aw!