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"How did you get here?"

This was the first sentence Yao Jianqi said to him after they met again after more than ten hours. The tone and sentence structure were the same as last time.

Yao An was a little speechless, the direct reason was that the other party didn't give him his exact address, but he couldn't open his mouth like that, he couldn't let himself approach a questioning role, this was pointless and inappropriate.

"I didn't find the way," Yao An said.

Yao Jianqi glanced at him from under a few strands of hair. Of course, it might just be a good angle of view. When he approached, the plastic bag on the side of his leg rubbed against the linen fabric, with a pleasant after-bath fragrance, like a temperate mushroom. .

"Won't you call me?"

Yao An was stunned for a moment, because he completely forgot about this way, which is the most direct and convenient, but for a long time, including now, he subconsciously believed that this was not allowed.

"Or you don't have my phone?"

For some reason, Yao An sensed blame from these words for no reason, and it wasn't even all blame for the current matter.

He went to see Yao Jianqi again, and he had already walked under the fluorescent light, everything from his expression to his still jaw line told him: This is your illusion.

"I..." Yao An clenched his fists tightly and said with some difficulty, "I forgot to punch."

The meaning revealed by this sentence is precious and mocking, and it may not be important to Yao Jianqi at the same time, because he just nodded his chin slightly, tilted his head to briefly greet and introduce Pascal, and then led him away.

On the cobblestone road, the mid-tone of the universal wheels dragged by tourists is occasionally played. Other than that, the language is barren. After the initial pleasantries, no one speaks again.

"What are you talking about?" Yao An scrambled, pointing to the large pendant on Yao Jianqi's body. It looked like garbage, but it had no peculiar smell, and it didn't make a harder sound when it hit Yao Jianqi's bent knee. Instead, it is like a sound-absorbing sponge, which can absorb even words.

"Clothes." Yao Jianqi said concisely.

"Your clothes?" Yao An repeated without nourishment, "There are so many."

I thought it was another failed question and answer, but when Yao Jianqi was about to lead Yao An out of the winding path, he said, "No."

"Huh?" Yao An turned his head.

Yao Jianqi looked ahead, his lips were drawn from closed to lightly opened, as if he was tired of talking.

"It's not mine alone."

Listening to this sentence alone, it wouldn't make people daydream extra, if Yao An hadn't been staring at Yao Jianqi from beginning to end, and Yao Jianqi just happened to glance at him when the tone fell, as if he was emphasizing it casually.

There was a yellow trash can next to the less-lit street. Yao Jianqi approached it, and instead of putting the bag in, he leaned against the box.

When he turned his head, Yao An was still standing one meter away, following him with his gaze, but his expression was incredulous.

"What, you think I'm not very civilized?" As if making a joke, Yao Jian Qisong rubbed his neck frankly.

"Ah, no." Yao An was taken aback by his occasional banter, so that he put aside the confusion just now, and said, "Should it be like this on your side?"

"I don't know." Looking up, Yao Jianqi threw away the little Shulang again, "I'll tell you later."

Yao Jianqi is familiar with this neighborhood, and the two of them have been walking around in this area at first. From the bookstore to the seed store, the bosses greeted him cheerfully. Yao Jianqi responded calmly. His answers are usually not enthusiastic but have his own demeanor. Just like his French accent, he handled it with care.

"What are you thinking?" Yao Jianqi had a pictorial bought from a bookstore tucked under his armpit. He clearly didn't tilt his head, but he easily guessed the shape of Yao An's thoughts.

"I'm thinking..." Yao An pondered slightly, and said, "You've really grown up."

"Grow up?" Yao Jianqi repeated, as if he thought the word was funny.

"You have your own circle of life, and you get along very friendly." Yao An tried to give an example, "When you walk on this street, you always have a direction, and you will never get lost." He paused for a while, with a little Believe that, "You can always keep your center of gravity in check."

This was the longest passage that appeared in their conversation tonight and even today, and it seemed to indicate a good start and a good direction, if Yao Jianqi hadn't stopped without warning.

"So you think this is fine?"

"What?" Yao An hastily retracted the step he was about to take.

"I'm asking, is it nice to be able to navigate this endless street, talk to every local with perfect grammar, and still look at ease," he said. ?”

Yao An looked at him, almost stunned, the sudden sharp bend seemed like a crack, they avoided along the way but collided with it in the end.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that..." He was in a hurry to save him, but his words couldn't convey the meaning, "I just want to say that I can see you live..."

"Don't be nervous." Yao Jianqi was much calmer than him, from beginning to end, "I'm just asking casually."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Yao An's words to save him, and turned to leave first.

Seeing Yao Jianqi's back was a frank thing.

Probably because he told him clearly that he would not look back.

From the bell tower to the mural wall, from the closed vegetable market to the bakery, at least Yao An has not lost his way, and he suddenly felt that it was good to be able to do so.

They seem to have always had a kind of tacit understanding, and at this moment its form is that even if you don't see through the mirror of the window, you can know that you will follow me.

This is a kind of unthought-out trust, whose origin is hard to say, but it only landed on this night, so when Yao An watched him walk into the cold light of a store, it no longer seemed presumptuous to follow him consciously.

"Let's talk."

There was a row of shelves apart, and the stacked boxes covered Yao Jianqi's eyes. After hearing this sentence, he did not raise his gaze.

"Yao Jianqi." Yao An called his name for the first time today, "Let's chat."

This time he finally got some attention, but it was only because Yao Jianqi happened to go to get the box on the top shelf, but it also made him see that his area was a little bigger.

When Yao An was about to speak for the third time, the other party finally threw a casual sentence: "We've been chatting, haven't we?"

"It's not like this." Yao An spent some time thinking about it, and he didn't know how to describe it better, but he just said determinedly, "Look at me carefully, what...if you are dissatisfied with me, don't hold back, Tell me all."

"Strange." Yao Jianqi finally stopped lingering on the packaging instructions, but gave him a look, "Why should I be dissatisfied with you?"

"..."

From his tone of voice to his expression, he couldn't match "speaking rudely", but it made Yao An have a long-lost feeling that he was throwing a tantrum at himself.

Before Yao An could carefully judge whether he was being sentimental, Yao Jianqi had already turned his head away, asked the cashier a few words, then bypassed the barrier of the shelves, and walked to Yao An's shoulder.

"excuse me."

Yao An silently took two steps back, and when he looked down at him, he was completely confused whether he was looking for the current flaw or the old projection.

Yao Jianqi found what he wanted on the second-to-last floor, wiped the cloth on Yao An's shoulders and walked over, shook the bottle to make a sound of particles colliding, and the person who was still distracted hurriedly followed.

It was not until he walked out of the store that Yao An realized that it was a pharmacy.

"Hey?"

He leaned back, keeping his upper body in the room, and Yao Jianqi reached out in time to prevent the store door from hitting his face backwards.

"What are you doing?"

"This is actually a pharmacy..." Yao An finished measuring with his head probed, and then retracted his neck after being stared at inexplicably by the cashier, "What medicine did you buy?"

Yao Jianqi pushed the door to the maximum, and only let go after Yao An came out, saying, "Did you just find out?"

"Yeah." Yao An said.

The corner of Yao Jianqi's mouth twitched slightly, and he faced him and asked, "Then what have you been watching so far?"

Scratching his fingertips in his palms, his eyes were telling the answer, but when translated into words, it was: "...I don't know."

Yao Jianqi then nodded, as if he felt that it was not necessary, and walked silently around a corner, he asked: "Then did you notice that we are back to the same place?"

Yao An was stunned for a moment, and then looked around. The previous stalls were closed at this time, and there was less traffic and more room. This road was farther and quieter than before. If Yao Jianqi hadn't said it, he would never have noticed it. .

Yao Jianqi was not surprised by his negligence, he took a step forward and raised his finger: "Do you know that trash can?"

Under the street lamp, the goose-yellow trash can finally eliminated Yao An's little confusion, and he nodded hurriedly: "I know."

"Do you feel that something is missing?" Yao Jianqi asked in his ear.

Yao An itched his ears and looked at it with all his might. After a while or more, he said, "The trash bag is gone?"

Yao Jianqi looked up the back of his head, got an unexpected reaction, and said a prepared answer: "Of course I won't see you."

"Why?" Yao An asked and answered first, "Oh, there is a garbage truck——no, where is there a garbage truck at this point, then you are..."

Yao An stopped guessing wildly, because he noticed that Yao Jianqi's expression became more and more unpredictable, and the medicine bottle was tossed back and forth with both hands intentionally or unintentionally, making eerie noises on the long and quiet long street.

"Answer you." Yao Jianqi's voice was gloomy, and his long body was half out of the light, "It doesn't matter what the medicine is, because I just need a dark bottle, and the contents inside can't be seen, at least not. color."

"Other?" Yao An was puzzled.

"Other 'pills'." Yao Jianqi continued, "Put clothes in the bag to better cover up the sound of the pills, and put it next to the trash can to be conspicuous enough for customers to find without attracting attention."

Yao An was a little unsteady: "Which customers?"

"Some...frustrated people?" Yao Jianqi tilted his head, "A moderate adjustment is needed."

The long list of information made it difficult for Yao An to digest. He opened his mouth, and unlike the simple question just now, he asked again with a bit of cold sweat: "...what are you doing?"

Yao Jianqi seemed unaware of his emotions at all, and said casually: "Make some extra money."

As he spoke, he caught the dropped medicine bottle, stroked it with the back of his finger like a jade object, and stroked the lid with his fingertips.

Drugs, hiding, shame, making money...

This series of key words forced Yao An to think of some chilling things, his hands were trembling, he stared at Yao Jianqi and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Why are you so serious?" Yao Jianqi sneered, "I don't want to get involved, at most I can be regarded as an intermediary..."

"Yao Jianqi!" His words were roughly interrupted and his soft collar was roughly picked up. This was probably Yao An's toughest time tonight, "Are you crazy? Can this thing be touched?!"

"You may not know much about the situation here." Yao Jianqi added fuel to the flames coldly without earning any money, "There is also a special open-air market in Z City, which specializes in selling 'smoking bubble gum', oh, that is, strong crack cocaine."

"Don't you fucking talk nonsense!" Yao An gritted his teeth and eyes, and tightened the cloth around his neck, "You are breaking the law, you are breaking the law, do you know that! Do you want to kill yourself to be willing? Ah?! "

Yao Jianqi's face was not emotional at all, only his eyes stared at Yao An: "Even if it is, what does it have to do with you?"

"You..." Yao An was so angry that he couldn't speak, and his breath was cut into pieces.

It was also in such a tense confrontation that he realized his own disparity, and it only took one effortless question to go from denunciation to helplessness.

When he was about to lose the battle, how could he notice Yao Jianqi's suppressed eyes early and the hand that caressed his forehead at some point, with the moonlight greeting from a foreign country, wiped away his wet forehead, and pulled the hair on the back of his head.

In the distance that was so close that even the breath could not be deceived, he saw a stroke of a smile, which lasted for several moments, and was more deadly than the throat he was holding.

"Yao An." Yao Jianqi smiled unsuspectingly, "Why are you so easy to deceive?"