chase a hammer

The old street lights in the alleys of the East Street were dim, densely packed dilapidated residential buildings were high and low, and there were a lot of broken cardboard boxes piled up next to the trash cans.

The hazy sunset in the sky sank into the horizon, and under the dim streetlights, a boy in black short-sleeved lowered his head and lit a cigarette with lowered eyes. A band-aid was pasted on his brow bone, and the phalanx holding the cigarette was full of fine scars , with a plastic bag containing oranges in the other hand.

The boy squatted on the ground, looking a little sharp, with thin lips pursed, a short stubble of short hair sticking to his ears, and a piece of gauze was casually pasted on his forehead.

Wu Chu squatted on the ground, staring blankly at a pile of broken cardboard boxes. After a long while, he stretched out his hand and gently moved the pile of broken cardboard boxes. A fluffy cat's head poked out timidly from the box.

Wu Chu immediately stretched out a ham sausage, and carefully shook it in front of the cat's head. When the cat saw the person coming, its hair frowned immediately, and it immediately rushed frantically to the garbage pile beside it.

The fleeing figure seemed to be in a panic, as if he had seen something terrible.

Wu Chu: "..."

Scared off again.

Sure enough, since childhood, I have never seen a cat that is not afraid of him.

Every time he sees his cat, he either runs around in a panic, or screams terribly, as if he was a cat Hades in his previous life.

Except with Shen Qiuze.

With a bit of annoyance in Wu Chu's eyes, he pinched his cigarette and stood up. He stood still and saw the broken cardboard box being bumped to this side by the escaping cat. He planned to harden his mind and ignore it.

But when he thought of the rain, the black-headed cat had no place to hide, so he finally couldn't help stretching his feet and moving around until the old cardboard box became square, and then he left muttering a few words.

On the balcony on the second floor of the dilapidated residential building, a man in a wheelchair holds a phone in one hand and a small plastic water bottle in the other to water the hanging basket on the balcony.

The person on the other end of the phone sighed to the man: "No way, Yin Jin, are you really coming with the old man this time?"

"Are you really stubborn with the old man? Won't you go home?"

The man sitting in the wheelchair has cold white skin, extremely three-dimensional and profound facial features, and a restrained and rigid temperament around him. He raised his eyes slightly, and moved his gaze to the dark and messy alley downstairs. Go back to me."

The person on the other end of the phone smiled and said: "Who doesn't know that you are the one who loves the old man the most. If you give in to the old man and listen to his arrangements, how can there be so many things?"

Yin Jin, who was sitting in a wheelchair, did not speak, but paused his gaze, staring casually at the black-clothed boy squatting in front of the worn-out cardboard box downstairs.

The person on the other end of the phone knew that Yin Jin couldn't be persuaded, so he sighed and said bitterly, "Yin Jin, you are still young, just graduated, young people are arrogant and want to start their own careers, this is me. understand."

"But it's always right to listen to the old man. Look at you, you will definitely suffer a lot if you argue with the old man now."

Yin Jin still didn't speak, his eyes stopped in front of the old cardboard box downstairs in the distance, and after hearing a few sharp cat meows, he saw the cat in front of the boy frantically running out of the cardboard box.

The shrill cry sounded a bit shrill.

Cat abuse?

He frowned slightly, looked at the boy in black in front of the cardboard box from a distance, looked a little fierce, as if to vent his anger, he raised his foot and kicked the pile of broken cardboard boxes.

Recalling the screaming screams of the wildly fleeing cat before, Yin Jin put the kettle on the balcony with a cold expression, and listened to the person on the other end of the phone continue: "I heard they said that you live in that crappy place, or you live with others. Shared rent?"

"Yin Jin, you have never been in contact with people in that kind of place. They are a mixed bag. Why do you have to make yourself suffer so much?"

The expression of the man in the wheelchair remained unchanged. After a few perfunctory sentences, he hung up the phone. Just as he hung up the phone, he heard the sound of the iron door unlocking.

Wu Chu outside unscrewed the creaking anti-theft door, and walked in with a plastic bag.

The whole room is narrow and depressing, a light is on in the living room, the interior furnishings are old, a small screen window blows in the sultry wind, there is a hanging basket on the window sill, and a small kettle hangs beside the flowerpot.

In front of the window sill, a man in a wheelchair turned his back to Wu Chu, his back was straight and elegant, his other hand was loosely resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, and his finger bones were lazily tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair.

The aura of the man's body was incompatible with the dilapidated furnishings around him, as if some kind of expensive famous painting had been forcibly placed in, very abrupt.

As if he heard something, the man tilted his head slightly, and saw that the boy with a bandage on his forehead walked straight into the room on the right without even glancing at him.

The man raised his eyes, looked at the boy who walked straight into his room, and then at the entire narrow and cramped living room, he clicked his tongue softly.

At the beginning, in order to make more money, the landlord forced an extra person into the rent of this dilapidated house.

Originally, Yin Jin had a lot of picky problems all over his body, and it was enough to make him irritated by forcibly living in such a dilapidated residential building.

It's even more irritating to be alone.

Fortunately, this young tenant is quiet and doesn't like to talk. He leaves early and returns late every day.

It was the day when he first arrived, he looked like a wild dog.

The clothes are wrinkled and shriveled, like blisters that have been blown out and dried in the sun. His whole body looks shabby, his hair is messy, and he looks young, with bruises all over his body, as if he just walked out of the school gate. The little boy who finished the group fight.

When he looked up at him, his whole body was a little vigilant like a wild dog.

The landlord, who cut first and played later, urged the two to sign and press their fingerprints on the contract quickly. Yin Jin took the contract from the boy, and when he caught a glimpse of the boy's crooked name from the corner of his eye, he frowned slightly.

Those scribbled words have directly broken through the limit of ugliness.

It is already thankful to be able to recognize the two characters.

After signing, the little boy went back to his room directly, as if he had been pinched, if he could not appear in front of Yin Jin, he would never appear in front of him.

Originally, I thought that this new boy tenant had a quiet personality, so there should be no problem with his character.

But when he recalled the shrill and even somewhat miserable meow just now, Yin Jin, who was sitting in the wheelchair, closed his eyes, and the persuasive words of the person on the other end of the phone from earlier passed by his ears.

"You have never been in contact with people in that kind of place. They are a mixed bag. Why do you have to make yourself suffer so much?"

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At around ten o'clock in the evening, in the cramped room, Wu Chu hung a towel around his neck and was doing push-ups in a white undershirt. His smooth jaw was dripping with sweat.

The muscles on the young man's arms are covered with a thin layer of sweat, and the muscles are tight. The loose undershirt can be seen on the tight abdominal muscles on the mermaid line, which looks extremely explosive.

Wu Chu pinched the time, estimated that the amount of exercise tonight was about the same, and then stopped.

He leaned against the edge of the bed, raised his head and took a few sips of water, picked up a towel to wipe off his sweat, and took a change of clothes to take a shower.

At this time in the past, the tenants who rented the house with him had already finished their showers, so they were not afraid of embarrassment.

After he came out from the Wu family a few days ago, he never thought about using a penny of the Wu family's money.He roughly counted the money he had on hand, found a house with a particularly low price and rented it.

The price is low, and the furniture in the house looks very old, as if it has been in disrepair for a long time. The entire residential building is also hidden in the depths of the alley, and two people are forced to live there.

However, the man who shared the rent with him did not look like a person from this area of ​​the city. Although he was sitting in a wheelchair, he had a dignified demeanor.

Carrying a change of clothes, Wu Chu walked to the door of the toilet while thinking. When he saw a man with a gloomy and irritable face in front of the door, he was stunned.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, the collar of his loose home pajamas was already wet, and he looked a bit embarrassed, with shampoo foam on his head.

His face was so gloomy that he had never seen it before.

Yin Jin should have washed his hair long ago, but after leaning against the wall to apply shampoo, he turned on the faucet and found that there was no water, and he uttered a swear word in a rare low pressure.

There are many problems around Yin Jin, cleanliness is more serious.

He took a deep breath in the bathroom for 2 minutes with a sullen face, before resisting the sticky feeling in his palms and the disgusting feeling of sticking to his scalp on the top of his head, he pulled off a pajamas and put it on.

After Yin Jin put on his home pajamas, he just opened the door when he saw the little boy standing outside the door with a change of clothes, and looked at him in a daze.

Yin Jin raised his hand and frowned, wiped the foamy water flowing from his forehead, and said with a bit of irritability and indifference, "There is no water."

He turned the wheelchair, intending to go to the kitchen faucet to use a plastic basin to catch water, rinse off the foam on his head, and barely make it through the night.

It's just that when the wheelchair passed by the boy in the white sweater, Yin Jin heard the boy whisper, "I'll try."

try what?

Yin Jin turned his head slightly, and saw the boy go to the living room and open the old TV cabinet drawer, took out a wrench and a tiger and walked towards him.

Wu Chu was carrying a wrench, the bathroom exit was very narrow, he said to the man in the wheelchair without raising his head, "Wait a few minutes."

Yin Jin was a little dazed. He looked at the little boy with a Band-Aid on his brow bone, squatting under the bathroom faucet with a wrench in his hand, biting off a piece of white raw tape, his eyes focused.

The back of the boy squatting on the ground was soaked in sweat, his shoulder blades were well-defined, and he also had a bit of tenacity unique to teenagers, like wheat straw in the morning.

A few minutes later, Wu Chu stood up, turned on the faucet, looked at the gushing water, turned to Yin Jin who was in a wheelchair outside the door, and said, "It's all right."

Yin Jin looked at the faucet that had been repaired just now, and was stunned for a while before saying, "Thank you."

While holding the wrench, Wu Chu squatted on the ground and turned off the faucet, saying, "It should be the angle valve of the faucet."

Yin Jin turned his wheelchair into the bathroom and came under the faucet. He stretched out his hand and turned the faucet slightly. Seeing a small stream of water gushing out, he flushed the sticky skin palm.

But not long after, the water stopped again.

The faucet, which was spitting happily in front of the boy just now, spit out a big mouthful of water half-deadly in front of him, and then stopped the water completely.

Yin Jin didn't believe in evil, he turned the handle of the faucet for a long time, the faucet shook a few times, and then trembled after making a "bang bang" sound.

Yin Jin was a little dazed, he sat on the wheelchair blankly, watching the broken faucet howling at him with a "bang bang".

A few seconds later, Wu Chu, who was squatting on the ground, suddenly raised his head, blurted out subconsciously, and then immediately dropped the vise, his sharp eyes and hands almost reached out to turn off the "bang bang" faucet.

But it was too late at all, after the faucet vibrated violently a few times, a large jet of water suddenly spewed out, covering the two people's heads and faces.

The splashed water sprayed towards the two of them in large gusts, while making a cheerful "beep" sound, and the man in the wheelchair frantically turned on the faucet.

The atmosphere in the bathroom is a bit awkward.

Yin Jin in the wheelchair stared at the broken faucet, his throat moved.

In this broken place, just as he said coldly that there was no water, the little boy brought a wrench and squatted on the ground to fix the faucet for him.

Fortunately, he let the faucet blow up in less than 2 minutes.

He also covered his head and covered his face and gave him a whole body.

The bathroom was silent for a few seconds.

The wet Wu Chu silently wiped his face. Holding a wrench, he said a few words to the man in the wheelchair with a complicated expression: "You are awesome."

Yin Jin: "..."

The author has something to say:

Faucet: I fucking blow it up