Forced to call scumbags brothers and sisters [Transmigration Book]

Yan Zhou glanced at the crowd in the distance, and immediately lowered his eyes like an electric shock, as if he wanted to avoid looking.

His breathing was a little short, his chest heaved and heaved abnormally, and there was a thin layer of sweat floating on his nose.

The back is as straight as a board.

Xie Yao, who has always been keen on observation, panicked, and hurriedly asked: "Brother, what's wrong with you, is it okay?"

Yan Zhou's face was still bloodless, against the background of the street lamp, he was as pale as a piece of paper, and his eyes were also colorless.

There was still a circle of people around the accident in the distance, and a policeman blew his whistle and walked over, pulling out a isolation belt.

In a blink of an eye, the green light turned on, and the pedestrians around him hurried forward this time without being affected in any way.

Yan Zhou stood there for a long time without reacting.

Xie Yao glanced at him, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't stand in the middle of the road, so he had to grab his wrist and drag him across the zebra crossing.

He held his wrist in Xie Yao's palm, and Xie Yao could feel the beating and beating of his pulse——

Urgent like raindrops, the frequency is disordered.

There is a small alley just to the left of the intersection, and someone has placed a huge billboard at the entrance of the alley to isolate the situation at the intersection from sight.

Yan Zhou realized it belatedly when Xie Yao dragged him into the alley.

He took a breath and stabilized his voice: "What's the matter, don't you want to go to the cinema?"

Xie Yao: "I should ask you what's wrong."

Yan Zhou's eyelashes trembled.

After a long time, he said, "I'm fine."

Xie Yao said helplessly: "You seemed to be okay just now? When the green light came on, you thought it was a red light, so you just stood in the middle of the road."

Yan Zhou didn't speak.

Although he didn't know what happened, it was definitely not a trivial matter. He had never seen Yan Zhou with such a helpless and flustered expression.

Xie Yao recalled a piece of news that he had read before, saying that some people were particularly sensitive to certain scenes, and they were greatly stimulated...

So he suspected that Yan Zhou was in the same situation.

Xie Yao stood next to him, patted him on the shoulder, and said softly, "Stop saying what you don't want to say."

The two stood leaning against the wall in silence for a while, Xie Yao waited patiently for Yan Zhou to sort out his mind.

Due to the cover of the billboard outside, the alley was very quiet, and basically no one came in.The lights in the alley are dim and weak, which can easily reveal the fragility and worries that people have hidden for a long time.

Yan Zhou squatted down along the base of the wall exhaustedly, his arms supported his knees, his back was stretched like a bow, and his eyes fell on the two elongated shadows on the gravel road.

Xie Yao didn't know how long it had been like this.

Just when he felt that the time in the alley was about to freeze, Yan Zhou's Adam's apple rolled a few times, his voice was as if mixed with sand, and he said hoarsely and obscurely: "I..."

"I'm not feeling well."

Rather than telling Xie Yao about it, he felt more like he was talking to himself.

Yan Zhou's abrupt words made Xie Yao's heart skip a beat.

He hurriedly looked at the people next to him.

Because he was used to Yan Zhou who didn't talk much at the beginning, and Yan Zhou who bickered and provoked him from time to time, this was the first time Xie Yao saw this person showing weakness like this.

Like a small animal that restrained its claws and fangs and was not willing to give up its defenses.

Xie Yao opened his mouth, and when the words reached his mouth, he turned around and was swallowed again.He didn't know the reason of the matter, so he didn't know how to comfort him, and finally stood by the side feeling a little helpless.

Yan Zhou raised his palm and covered his eyes for a long time, as if he wanted to warm them up.

With a final sigh, he used the point where his back was against the wall as a fulcrum, propped himself up, and stood up slowly.

The sigh was thrown in the air, hanging like a gossamer, easily blown away by the hot summer night wind.

Xie Yao twisted the corner of the T-shirt with his fingers, hesitated for a while, and finally made up his mind and said generally: "Although I don't know what happened... But I think your grandma is right, if you have something to do, don't keep it in your heart, just say it It might be better."

Feeling that this was a bit strange, Xie Yao was anxious to correct it again: "Ah... I didn't mean to force you."

Yan Zhou: "I know."

After saying this, Yan Zhou lowered his head and frowned.

Then he said slowly: "Actually, there is nothing that cannot be said."

Xie Yao had a premonition of something, stopped talking, and waited quietly for him to speak first.

After a long time, Yan Zhou said, "My father died in a car accident."

Speaking becomes a very difficult thing, as if every word is reliving the picture.

Yan Zhou took a deep breath: "It was with my own eyes..."

He paused, his chest heaved violently a few times, and he barely had the strength to speak the second half of the sentence.

Xie Yao clearly saw that his eye sockets were red, and his pupils were misty.

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe it for him, but Yan Zhou avoided it.

"Did you know..." Yan Zhou took a few steps back, clenched his back teeth, and said, "A few days ago, the driver who caused the accident came out."

Xie Yao was taken aback.

"Only stayed for three years, only three years, in the blink of an eye."

Xie Yao felt that every word fell on his heart like a needle.

His hand dropped, and he clenched his fist helplessly.

Yan Zhou stared into Xie Yao's eyes, couldn't suppress the emotion surging in his heart, and raised his voice a bit: "Why? Why do you think you can come out so unscathed in three years..."

"I thought I was almost relieved..."

Xie Yao stood beside him speechlessly.

He couldn't answer anything.

Yan Zhou saw Xie Yao hesitate to speak, and then realized that he had inadvertently questioned someone who shouldn't be questioned.

He didn't know what kind of expression he showed in front of Xie Yao just now, he felt a little regretful, and laughed at himself, "Why am I losing my temper with you..."

Seeing Yan Zhou raising his foot to leave, Xie Yao grabbed his wrist from behind and said seriously, "It's okay."

Yan Zhou turned his head and met a pair of gentle and firm eyes.

"I can stay with you, and it doesn't matter if I lose my temper."

Xie Yao's clean and soft youthful voice fell in the long alley, mixed with the dim lights, carrying a hint of warmth.

Yan Zhou looked at him, and after a while, he sighed faintly, and said softly, "You..."

Xie Yao: "Well, what's wrong?"

Yan Zhou shook his head: "Nothing."

Xie Yao didn't pay much attention to his words, but just thought of something else.

He raised his hand to rub the tip of his nose, looked away from Yan Zhou's face, and asked somewhat unnaturally: "Brother, during the last lecture, did you think hug therapy was useful?"

Yan Zhou was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect him to ask this suddenly.

When he seemed to vaguely understand Xie Yao's intentions, he became a little less sure.

After a while, he asked, "What if I say it works?"

Xie Yao raised his head suddenly, then smiled lightly and said, "If it's useful, I'll give you one now."

"If it doesn't work, it must be because the person was wrong last time. I will change someone for you this time."

……

The dim light from the street lamps, mixed with the same gentle evening breeze, spread randomly on the two people hugging each other under the lamps.

Xie Yao caressed Yan Zhou's back comfortingly, while Yan Zhou's hand rested lightly on Xie Yao's waist.

I can't remember who took the initiative first, I can only feel the thin and warm breath falling on each other's shoulders.

The interlaced shadows of the two were stretched very long by the light, falling on the gravel road, the edges became ambiguous and hazy.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley, Xie Yao raised his head a little embarrassedly, the tip of his nose just brushed a piece of skin on Yan Zhou's neck.

Yan Zhou's eyes moved slightly.

They soon separated.

The time for the movie had long been missed, so the two simply bought some iced drinks and a watermelon at the convenience store at the intersection, and were going to go back the same way.

Yan Zhou paid the money one step ahead of him, and said with downcast eyes, "Forget it, I owe you a movie."

Xie Yao raised his eyebrows: "I seem to be someone who cares about these things?"

Yan Zhou opened his mouth, and was about to say that he didn't mean it, but Xie Yao said, "It's not a big problem, just come back next time."

After finishing speaking, Xie Yao unceremoniously took a bottle of iced Coke from Yan Zhou's hand, pulled the tab neatly, and took a sip with his head raised.

Back at the crossroads, Xie Yao squeezed the can slightly harder. He glanced at Yan Zhou uneasily, and found that Yan Zhou did not have any abnormal reactions.

Seeing that the signal light turned green, Xie Yao switched the can to his left hand and grabbed Yan Zhou's wrist with his right hand.

Yan Zhou turned his head and gave him a silent look.

Xie Yao stared straight ahead, and said calmly, "You have to drag the children across the road to be at ease."

Yan Zhou shook his head, but didn't break away from his hand: "Children, are you childish?"

Xie Yao frowned: "Nonsense, I am a big friend, and you are a child."

Yan Zhou was too lazy to argue with the childish ghost, so he led him and said calmly, "Just don't regret it in the future."

Xie Yao: "What do you mean?"

The two returned to Yanzhou's house with their things, and Xie Yao saw that the time was less than 08:30.

He thought about his luxurious but boring residence there, and he didn't really want to go back, so he decided to pull Yan Zhou to sit down and let him watch a few episodes of American dramas with him.

Yan Zhou put the drink on the table, turned around and went to the kitchen to cut watermelon.

When he came out, Xie Yao had already slumped comfortably on the sofa, looking for new dramas with his mobile phone on his neck.

He also moved the sofa under the air-conditioning vent without authorization, and pulled the neckline slightly with one hand, probably to let the air-conditioning wind blow in.

Seeing Yan Zhou put the watermelon cut in half on the tea table next to the sofa, Xie Yao quickly made room, patted the sofa cushions, and said unceremoniously like a host: "Come, come, sit."

Yan Zhou: "I'm wondering whose home this is."

Xie Yao smiled and didn't speak, and put the mobile phone stand up on the coffee table: "I just found a suspenseful new drama, I'll watch two episodes with you before leaving."

He stretched his waist, and said seriously: "I don't really want to go back now."

Xie Yao was afraid that Yan Zhou had been sad just now, and if he was left alone, he might think wildly, so he planned to accompany him for a while.

The main reason is that the watermelon looks quite refreshing.

The air conditioner is also comfortable.

Xie Yao clicked on the first episode, picked up the watermelon, and took a sip with a spoon.

The melon was sweet and crisp, very refreshing, and he leaned back comfortably on the sofa.

Xie Yao was inadvertently posted about this drama on Weibo. It is said that the reasoning is meticulous, the brains are big, and the acting skills of the actors are online, and the appearance is very good.

The protagonist is the detective of two police stations. Xie Yao didn't pay much attention to the emotional line. He likes to pick up the plot flow when watching dramas. As long as the plot is good, he doesn't need the emotional line.

However, 10 minutes later, Xie Yao encountered the most regrettable thing in his life

——He should have looked at the relationship line in advance.

After the male detectives from the two police stations finished the case, one went to the other's house.

then,

suddenly,

caught off guard,

Without warning, they started kissing wildly, from the living room all the way to the kitchen, and then rolled from the kitchen to the bed...

The Wen of the detectives was like a torrential rain, which stunned Xie Yao, who was not deeply involved in the world.

He was very scared to feel what acting online is.

The author has something to say: Don't ask, it's just a fabricated play.

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"I may have drunk fake wine" by Chang An Nineteen Paintings

Copywriter:

Ten years ago, a man named "Shocking-Scholar Sha Ou and sportsman Lu Weiming openly competed in a bar, and the battle was fierce! "The post turned out, and the school forum of Fengyu No. [-] Middle School was bombed.

The next day, a bold classmate who eats melons interviews the two parties——

Eat melon No. 1: Excuse me, Sha Ou, I heard that you are playing a father-son game, and the loser is called Dad?

Sandgull: Exactly.

Eat Melon No. 2: May I ask classmate Lu Weiming, how is the battle going?

Lu Weiming: ...Who is Lu Weiming?My name is Sand Sculpture now.

Eat melons: ...

Don't ask, it means that sports students can bend and stretch.

Ten years later, the two parties involved in the No. [-] Middle School Forum repeated history, and the alumnus Chigua held up the number plate to ask questions.

Alumni No. 1: Excuse me, Mr. Lu, I heard that last night you guys fought again, or is it a father-son bureau?

Lu Weiming: No, this time it's a husband-and-wife game, and the one who puts down the cup first calls her husband.

Alumni No. 2: May I ask Professor Sha, what was the result?

Sha Ou: ...I may have drunk fake wine.

All alumni:...

I can't say it, if I say it, I will love you for ten years, so I am willing to gamble and admit defeat.

[The early stage is impulsive and passionate, and the late stage is calm and introverted attack VS externally cold and internally hot with a sharp and poisonous tongue, but he suffocates himself into internal injuries]

1v1, strong HE

The opening flashback, the first half of the campus, the second half of the direct narrative, writing about the current life, a little bit of the workplace.