Fog River

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of December, and it was time for the snow to fall.

The winter in Beicheng is still cold and wet as before, but it is slightly different from previous years.

The winter comes earlier, the temperature drops lower, and the snow falls more heavily.

When Bian Yan drove back, he hadn't reached the commuting peak, but there was frost on the ground, which blocked a short distance.

Traffic jams are actually a very annoying thing. If you are confined in a small space, looking out is also a dense traffic jam.

You can see the gaps in the crowd, from which the light falls into your eyes, but you can't open the car door that confines freedom in the crowd.

You can only look at it, at the light, at the freedom within reach.

But today is different, because of Chi Shu, Bian is tired of being bored by the unobtainable freedom.

Bian Yan sat in Chi Shu's car, looking at the pictures he sent himself.

The snow floating into the light is nice, but the little hearts surrounded by it are even better.

The colorful ones are printed in the pupils, forming a rainbow.

Bian Yan saved the picture and set the password, then turned on the camera and took a picture of the snow outside the window, but his photography skills are not good, it looks too messy, and finally he used blur, which made it a bit hazy beauty.

I didn't download any Meitu software, and just used the graffiti software that comes with the photo album to draw.

But Bian Yan's fingers may only be sensitive to cigarettes and Chi Shu. He couldn't draw this kind of simple-looking little heart well. His fingers were so stiff that he couldn't do it. It took several clicks of the horn to draw one.

Bian Yan actually wanted to draw a few more, but was afraid that Chi Shu's message would be too late, so after hesitating for a while, he still sent the photo of the little heart with only one but painted over.

But it didn't take long for Bian Yan to regret it the moment he posted it. He was afraid that Chi Shu would feel that his heart was not equal.

Such thoughts occupied Bian Yan's mind, making his chest a little heavy.

The horn at the back got louder and louder, and the sharp voice was clamoring and urging, and there was no way to add more, so he could only send a voice message to Chi Shu while starting the car.

The heart is pressed, and the movements of the hands are also rough, but the words spoken are gentle.

There is even a little grievance of accusation.

"The driver in the back urged me, so I can only draw one. I will make up a few more when I go back to the store."

He didn't feel relieved by saying only one sentence, because today was too important, he didn't dare to make the slightest mistake, so he added another sentence.

"Draw a lot."

After saying this sentence, I was tired and depressed before leaking a little gap. The warm and humid air in the car seeped in, warming the coldness of my fingertips.

Bian Yan didn't dare to delay, and drove back to the cigarette shop at the maximum speed limit.

In the trunk are the presents that Bian Yan went to the mall to buy today, all of which have been carefully selected, and have not been handled by others, so Bian Yan wants to do this by himself.

It's not a valuable and fragile object, but Bian Yan is very careful in his movements. He has never seen him be so meticulous when he is carrying tens of thousands of shredded tobacco cans on weekdays.

Bian Yan locked the car, walked towards the shop with big bags and small bags, opened the door with bent arms and shoulders.

The wind chime didn't ring.

The wind chime that was supposed to hang on the edge of the door was thrown to the ground at this time, and the bell-shaped silver shell was crushed and fell there, like a winged bird that was killed.

Bian Yan looked up into the store, Li Juan was trapped in a corner by two bodyguards, and Bianguan and Biancheng were sitting next to her.

Looking at them tiredly, the strength in his shoulders suddenly lost.

The sliding door was pulled back and slammed back hard as it brushed his shoulder.

Hitting shoulder bones.The pain is like thousands of needles just pierced.

Bian Yan's mind was in a mess, he knew what the two of them wanted to do, and they had been doing it for more than ten years, and there were only so many movements.

But it is precisely because of knowing that it is chaotic.

Different from the past, today is too important, so important that Bian Yan even boiled a handful of anger in the usual silence.

Why should it be today?

Bian Yan's tense facial muscles twitched a little. He pushed the gift in his hand to the top of the shelf next to him, turned around and walked towards the two brothers of Bian's family.

"Wow, look who this is." Bian Guan flicked the cigarette ash, walked forward, and sprayed an aggressive breath on Bian Yan's face, "Bian Saner, why are you dressed so handsomely today? Who are you seeing?"

Bian Yan didn't turn back, raised his eyelids to look at him, and said in a cold voice: "We will handle our affairs, don't involve irrelevant people."

I don't have time to talk nonsense with them, and I don't want to talk nonsense with them, so I will solve the things that can be solved as soon as possible.

"I know, that's why your dog is trapped," Bianguan snapped his collar, and grinned, "Although the dog you picked up can't bark, it sounds annoying, doesn't it?" .But don't worry, let her call when we're done."

Bian Yan looked sideways, and saw Li Juan from the gap between the two bodyguards. She was not tied up, but she was surrounded by two bodyguards on a chair, her limbs were confined, and her mouth was stuck by a tape.

For a person who cannot speak, this is tantamount to heartbreaking humiliation.

At that moment, Bian Yan didn't think about anything, just reached out and grabbed Bian Guan's middle finger and pressed back hard.

"Bianguan, as I said, we will deal with our affairs." Bian Yan looked down at his face distorted by pain, and looked at Biancheng with his painful cries, "Let her go, and your people get out too. "

Bian Cheng, who was sitting on the chair, chuckled when he heard this, but didn't make any movement. He slowly rolled a cigarette and lit it by the candle next to him.

"Bian San'er, you have to be clear about one thing. The rules are set by us, not by you... bastard." Bian Cheng flicked his cigarette ash, got up and walked over, and spat into Bian's disgusted face Smoke, he didn't care about his brother's cry of pain.

"It's like, you entered our Bian family's household registration, and your mother's ashes were pressed in our hands," Bian Cheng said slowly, but his hand clasped Bian's wrist, and pinched down toward the meridians, "Then we I can treat you as a dog, or, I can’t even call you a dog.”

The cracking pain split the bones, and it was as if a string of firecrackers were tied to the arm. The sparks ignited the fuse, and the flesh and blood were broken with a crackling sound.

Enduring the pain, Bian Yan let go of Bian Guan's fingers little by little, suppressing the violent resistance.

Bian Guan straightened up slowly, like a demon crawling out of the darkness in a nightmare, he leaned in front of Bian Yan's nose, looked at the oppression in his eyes, and slowly added.

"Still the smelliest, dirtiest, meanest dog. Just like your mother."

Bian Yan watched him silent for two seconds, then suddenly grabbed Bian Guan's collar with his other hand and swung him away.

Immediately afterwards, when Bian Cheng was still in a daze, he clasped his wrist with his backhand and slammed down on the meridians in his hand.

The whole process was clean and neat, without any muddle.

The two brothers of the Bian family, who have been immersed in the sensuality of wine and meat all year round, are no match for Bian Yan. With their unrelenting strength, they are simply incomparable.

Bian Yan thought that the two bodyguards would rush over to help when his employer was injured, but unexpectedly he didn't move at all, as if he was in another world.

At this point, Bian Yan also understood that the two of them would not move if they did not hear the order from their employer.

Bian Yan took a deep breath, took off his coat, folded it up and put it in the counter, his tone was a little hoarse: "Biancheng, let someone go."

You can do whatever you want in the border town and border gate, but you can't involve others, neither Li Juan nor his mother.

Bian Yan took off his suit and vest and put them away. Just as Bian Yan was about to turn around, a black shadow wrapped in strong wind rushed towards him, knocking him directly to the counter.

The edge of the solid wood hit the spine of the tail, and the heart-pounding pain hit the top of the head, Bian Yan's eyes suddenly turned pale, and the cochlea began to echo.

The surrounding area was very noisy, Bian Yan seemed to hear the roar of the border town, and then the weight on his chest disappeared, and the thin air was able to enter.

Bian Yan propped himself on the edge of the table to stand firm, slowly straightened his body, his eyes were still shaking, Bian Cheng closed his mouth in a violent manner while turning his eyes, and he didn't know what he was saying.

Gradually, Bianguan calmed down, and the two of them turned their attention to Bian Yan at the same time.

Much like a jackal that sees its prey.

His nerves tensed immediately, and he let out a muffled snort, trying to force himself to stand still.

"Bian Yan, I won't do anything to you, only dogs can be so rough," Bian Guan mocked insinuatingly, he glanced at the opposite street, then turned and walked towards Bian Yan.

Bian Guan stretched out his hand to pat Bian Yan's face, and smiled lowly: "But, I've come here today and don't do anything, I always feel bored. How about this, I'll give you a present."

As soon as the words fell, Biancheng handed a stack of photos to Bianguan.

The figure on the side can recognize who it is with just a glance.

It was him and Chi Shu.

Bian Yan shuddered violently, the ground under his feet collapsed instantly, revealing a broken glacier, and he was wrapped in the cold and fell heavily.

"I said Bian Saner, are you stupid or a little too confident," Bianguan threw the photos into the air one by one, and said in a split vision, "Who owns the area in the south of the city? I also spent so many years with Nie Qian, so I won't forget it so quickly."

"The place where you stay at Nie's house is sweet with your high school teacher. What do you want to do? I'm afraid that others won't know that you are playing around again?"

There are too many photos, and the border gate does not have much patience. If you throw half of them, you will throw half of them into the air.

There was a clatter, and the colloidal photos flipped back and forth in the air, stretching for a long time in pure white and variegated colors.

Like a slow motion, everything the two of them did that day, every small contact was magnified infinitely, frame by frame, exposed to everyone's eyes.

The messy photos blocked the sight, but they couldn't cover the sound, Bian Guan's words with a smile came to Bian Yan's ears very clearly.

"Bian Yan, here's a gift for you. Nie Hao went to find Chi Shu, and before he went, he came to us to get something."

"Do you know what it is?—your medical certificate."