Those years when Black Lotus raised Slag Gong

25 minutes later, an old residential building at the corner of West Street Avenue.

Six o'clock was the rush hour for people getting off work, and the cars outside the community were so cramped that they couldn't stop even a single needle.Shi Yan parked the car outside and turned off the engine, and walked along the seepage concrete road. The young man beside him pushed the bicycle with one hand and walked slowly beside him.

"Xiao Gu," the grandma who was basking in the sun downstairs came over with her vegetable frame in her arms. When she saw the stranger, she pursed her lips and smiled, then turned her head and asked the boy, "Are you bringing friends back to play today?"

"Yeah." The boy replied with a smile, looked back when Shiyan nodded, and replied in a gentle tone with her tongue rolled: "Aunt Zhao, she is my friend."

When Shi Yan heard the words, she remained silent.The lawn in the flower bed next to it had just been repaired, and the slightly hot wind blew by, and he could smell the fresh air of the grass and trees that hadn't dissipated after the sun was exposed.

"I live there." The boy pointed to the No. [-] unit in the innermost building in the north. Shi Yan stopped his steps and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of his unbandaged hands struggling to climb up the steps with the bicycle, and frowned. Frowning sharply, he finally said, "I'll help you."

The corridor is very dark. When Shi Yan walked to the second floor, she realized that the sensor light above her head seemed abnormal. It flickered and flickered very brightly, and then the door opposite opened a gap, and quickly threw two bags of garbage out. He slammed the door hard.

"Be careful." The young man turned his clean eyes, stretched out his hand to help, and his fingertips inadvertently touched his fingertips, his voice was low in the dark.

Shi Yan withdrew her hand quickly, and said lightly, "Thank you."

Go to the sixth floor and open the door.

This [-]-odd-square-meter demolition house looked to the end. The old Spring Festival couplets on the rusty iron door hadn’t been removed. The inside of the house was very clean. It was empty except for tables, chairs and sofas. Behind the sofa were only those paintings. The frames are tightly covered with white cloth.

Shi Yan stood there and looked around, and said, "Do you live here?"

"I usually live alone. By the way," the boy put down the key, took a can of drink from the refrigerator, turned around and handed it over, and said calmly, "My surname is Gu, Gu Heng."

The man looked half a head taller than himself.Gu?Shi Yan conveniently took the medicine box on the table, used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to rub the medicine carefully on his arm, and said, "Shi Yan."

Gu Heng read these two words, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes were covered with light, he looked up at him, and suddenly asked, "Are you hungry?"

Shi Yan put down the medicine and raised her phoenix eyes: "Huh?"

Gu Heng pressed the back of his hand and looked at him with clear eyes.Those eyes are the blue and cloudless autumn sky, so clean that there is no trace of clutter, and the light is calm.

"I want to treat you to dinner." Without waiting for him to answer, Gu Heng got up, walked to the kitchen, took a box of lettuce from the refrigerator, turned around and asked in a low voice, "I don't know what you like to eat? Boiled lettuce? I boiled egg soup." good."

The young man was slender, looked at himself intently and said very seriously, Shi Yan held back the words of refusal, thought for a while and said, "I can do anything."

"That's good." Gu Heng slightly lifted the corners of his lips, and said he was about to chop vegetables, and stood in front of the narrow sink with his sleeves rolled up halfway. The evening light fell on the side, clean and warm.

In the end, Gu Heng made two dishes, one was stir-fried and the other was mixed lettuce. The emerald green color in the moonlight bowl looked pretty good.When he was eating, he looked very eye-catching, his back was straight, and his every move was very elegant. He noticed the gaze on the other side raised his eyes and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?"

Shi Yan barely moved her chopsticks, raised her chin lightly, and said in a calm voice, "About today's matter, I'm sorry." Gu Heng pushed the cup over but didn't care: "It's okay, I have to thank you for sending me back."

As soon as the words were finished, the door suddenly opened, and a small head came in from behind, rushing over and hugging Gu Heng's leg like a cannonball, "Brother Heng! Help me quickly." In the child's wet hand was a handful of fairy fireworks. Great.

"This way," Gu Heng took the lighter, squatted down in front of the child to light it, and sent it over, "Look."

The children left happily.

Gu Heng stood up with a firework twirled with his fingertips, met Shi Yan's gaze, raised his hand and shook him, and teased in a low voice: "You want to play too?"

"No need." Shi Yan looked away, looked at the time on his watch and stood up, "It's getting late, I'll go back first."

"I'll take you downstairs." Gu Heng stood up.

A few drops of rain had just fallen, the night was like water, and the air carried a comfortable humidity.

Gu Heng sent him down along the way, walked to the gate along the way, and stayed on the way. "Mr. Gu, goodbye." Shi Yan opened the car door, had to stop and utter two words after deliberation.

With the lamp on his back, Gu Heng said quietly, "Good night."

Good night?

Weird kid.

Shi Yan was in a trance for a brief moment and then pulled back, the glass of the study reflected a pair of eyes without emotion.After dealing with the projects on the table, he took off his glasses and rubbed the center of his brows tiredly. After taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom and locked the door. He took out two medicines from the drawer and swallowed them with water. He closed his eyes and slept on the big bed.

Suddenly the lights went out and everything went dark.

Dreaming again.

He hasn't been sleeping well recently, and he always dreamed that he was standing in a deserted and dilapidated house, and the rainwater kept pouring in, flooding his heels, neck, and finally breathing, but his body was too dehydrated and extremely thirsty, and finally died of thirst in the water.

one two Three…

The house seemed to be leaking, "tick-tick-tick", and the sound of water was faintly enveloped by a dozen unextinguished cigarette butts on the ground.

He still looks like that.The man in the middle has a slender body, kneeling low like a willow leaf, and the two stood alternately in front of the back, while cursing leisurely, "Fuck! Biting so fucking! This bitch is so fucking cheap!"

"A few days ago, I was dying to live. I have a pig, and I climb the bed more diligently than anyone else!"

In front of the wooden table, the long-haired man in gray "clicked" to open the beer with one hand, squinted his eyes and looked at it, dusted the smell of burnt smoke with his fingertips, exhaled the dirty smoke, and then stomped it out with a toss of his boots. Cigarette butt, walked over and said solemnly: "You two have been using it for so long, it's my turn?"

The two laughed tacitly, "Together?"

"It's so big? Be careful," the gray-clothed man laughed softly and casually, "It's not easy to get money if you play people to death."

"Money? It's been a few days..." Who suddenly said in a low voice, "Still watching?" The man in gray turned Ling Li's eyes away when he heard the words, and when he saw something, he took out the dagger on the table and stepped forward... .

The rain turned heavier.Countless ants hid and gathered under his feet, gradually turning into a dark creek. He raised his eyes, met Luo Wenbin's face, and suddenly wanted to vomit.

Shi Yan suddenly opened her eyes.

It was windy outside but it wasn't raining, but he was soaked like April fog growing on him.He lifted the quilt and got up, opened the door in a certain direction, walked to the sink and put his hands in it.After washing his hands under the water for more than ten minutes, the cold feeling penetrated the skin, and the coolness fell to the bones and gradually became numb, but it was still not enough.

not enough.

"Shi Yan?" As soon as the lights in the room came on, someone suddenly came forward and asked worriedly, "Are you... not feeling well?"

Shi Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she turned her eyes darkly, "It's all right. There's nothing."