Pollutant recycling site

In an instant, the picture of the dream became the same as in memory.

Lu Chenzhao was lazily sitting on the desk in the penultimate row of the classroom, with fiery red scars running down his wrist, collarbone, and left cheek. He was calm, but turbulent.A little bit of emotion flowing out of the eyes seemed to be dizzy in a cloud of fog, separated by several layers, and it was hard to see clearly.

When looking through the glass of the back door in Experimental Primary School, Zhou Yan thought that Lu Chenzhao was injured, so he moved his eyes away without staying on Lu Chenzhao. When he walked a few steps and looked over through the window again, Lu Chenzhao Zhao has already put on a monocle, hiding the red under the left eye under the white frame made of broken bones.

Seeing the familiar scene in the dream, Zhou Yan didn't do anything, just stood quietly outside the door, looking at Lu Chenzhao who was sitting on the table through the glass.

1 minutes, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

I don't know how long it took, the mist in Lu Chenzhao's eyes dissipated, the corners of his brows and eyes became lively, and the corners of his mouth, which had no curvature at first, also lifted up.

The moment he met Lu Chenzhao's gaze, the corners of Zhou Yan's eyes twitched.

The smile on the corner of Lu Chenzhao's mouth deepened, and he deliberately waited for a while before opening his mouth: "Captain, do you look good?"

As if being pushed down from a tall building, Zhou Yan felt a feeling of weightlessness, and his breathing almost stopped.

The next second, Zhou Yan who was lying on the bed opened his eyes and escaped from the dream.

With Zhou Yan waking up, the voices heard in the dream and the pictures seen in the dream became distant and blurred, only the picture he saw when he finally stood at the back door of the classroom of the second class of the third grade became more and more clear, still ringing in his ears .

"Captain, does it look good?"

Zhou Yan had no expression on his face.

Under the quilt, slender fingers restrainedly grabbed the dark gray bed sheet.

When it was loosened, there were two extremely shallow wrinkles on the paper-like bed sheet, which were flattened with a stroke.

The first snow stopped in the middle of the night, and at 12:26 am on December 26, the gloomy sky began to snow again.Zhou Yan wore a dark gray long coat and went out with a dark blue long-handled umbrella.

The snow on some sections of the road has not been cleared, and the cars on the road are driving relatively slowly, and the taxi Zhou Yan took is no exception.

At 45:[-] in the morning, Zhou Yan got off the car opposite the Kongbu shopping mall, and stood beside the sidewalk with an umbrella, waiting for the green light.

Today is Saturday, and there are a little more pedestrians in front of the Kongbu shopping mall than yesterday afternoon when Zhou Yan came over.

Zhou Yan took a casual glance and saw Lu Chenzhao standing on the opposite side of the sidewalk.

Pedestrians either held their umbrellas in a proper manner, or did not bring an umbrella, and were generously exposed to the snow.Only Lu Chenzhao casually pressed the handle of the umbrella on his shoulders. The umbrella that can accommodate two or three people only covered half of his body. The shoulders exposed outside the umbrella received a lot of snow, and the color of the coat became darker.

The green light is on.

Zhou Yan walked forward with an umbrella in his hand, and only when he got close did he realize that, except for the few people closest to Lu Chenzhao who were real passers-by, the rest of the people standing a few meters away from Lu Chenzhao looked familiar, and they were all Zhou Yan who was recycling in terror. The staff I met in the building of the field.One of them was holding a transparent umbrella and wearing overalls. It was the customer service 008 who had had several voice exchanges with Zhou Yan.

Lu Chenzhao took two steps and walked to Zhou Yan's side, and said with a smile: "Captain, look at what they are doing, they are not as good-looking as me."

Zhou Yan thought of the dream he had in the middle of the night inappropriately, and looked at Lu Chenzhao coolly, obviously not very happy.

Lu Chenzhao glanced at the staff of the recycling yard hiding nearby, and smiled casually: "You also think they are an eyesore, do you want me to drive them away for you?"

The investigators, who were three meters away from Lu Chenzhao with umbrellas, stepped back two meters after hearing the words.

Customer service 008 kept in mind the task assigned to her by the leader, bravely opened the distance between her and Lu Chenzhao, and carefully moved to the vicinity of Zhou Yan: "Mr. Zhou, according to... our company's regulations, Lu..."

Customer service 008 glanced at Lu Chenzhao timidly, and continued: "Boss Lu is not allowed to leave the company, you can only take him to carry out missions, and you cannot take him to other places."

Zhou Yan: "So?"

Stared at by Zhou Yan and Lu Chenzhao together, customer service 008 forgot the speech he had prepared before, and reflexively said: "You can't go to Greenland Park."

The Greenland Park is less than 500 meters away from the Kongbu Shopping Mall. Lu Chenzhao has never been to such a close place.Zhou Yan was a little irritable, his face was pale, his voice and expression were cold: "Me and him, who do you think will listen to you?"

"...No one will listen." A few seconds passed before customer service 008 realized what she had said, and explained anxiously, "No, no, no... I just said something wrong, the company didn't let Mr. Lu go The meaning is that the company dare not. We stay here and just want to go to the green park with you."

The investigators who were six or seven meters away nodded when they heard it.

It turned out that these people came to monitor him and Lu Chenzhao.

Lu Chenzhao didn't scare them away, so Zhou Yan felt that he agreed to be followed.

"The green garden is over there."

Zhou Yan raised his finger and pointed in a direction, and walked forward with a cold face, while Lu Chenzhao walked beside him with a smile.

The people around Lu Chenzhao followed suit, and followed far behind, not daring to take half a step forward.

Sequoia City is located in the north, and the temperature in winter is very low. Many trees in the green garden have lost their former greenness and become bare. Fortunately, there is snow covering them, so there is no worse than spring, summer and autumn. Chic.Looking at it at a glance, it is clear and cold, as if it has grown white leaves and bloomed white flowers.

Lu Chenzhao took pictures while walking with his mobile phone. Every time he took a picture, he could always capture Zhou Yan beside him in the picture.Sometimes it’s boots stepping on red bricks, sometimes it’s hands hanging by the sides, sometimes it’s the corners of clothes covered in snow...

As they took photos, Zhou Yan took up more and more space in the photos.

It was rare for Lu Chenzhao to come out, and Zhou Yan didn't want to spoil his good mood, so he remained calm and unaware of anything until Lu Chenzhao blatantly pressed the shutter on Zhou Yan's face.

Zhou Yan looked over coldly: "You have enough."

"Okay." Lu Chenzhao responded with a smile, turned his head and shook his phone at the people who were following far behind, "Please come here and take a picture for us."

Zhou Yan: "..." Enough is enough! ?

Dozens of seconds passed, and the investigators stood still and did not respond, and no one dared to come over to get Lu Chenzhao's cell phone.

Lu Chenzhao lowered his hand holding the phone, and smiled nonchalantly: "How timid."

Lu Chenzhao's action of holding an umbrella is very similar to the photo he sent to Zhou Yan last night, but the "temperature" doesn't seem as warm as in the photo.

"No one in the recycling yard dares to take pictures of me, so I can only take selfies for you."

This is what Zhou Yan saw after receiving the photo.

After a night, Zhou Yan's soft nerves were finally touched.

Zhou Yan walked to Lu Chenzhao's side, reached out to hold the mobile phone in Lu Chenzhao's hand, and the fingertips of the two inevitably touched together.

Zhou Yan: "Give me the phone."

Lu Chenzhao raised the tip of his index finger and pressed Zhou Yan's thumb on the edge of the phone under it. Just looking at the movement, he couldn't tell whether he was protecting the phone or Zhou Yan's hand: "Captain, you just remembered to delete the photos now." , it seems a bit late."

Zhou Yan: "I won't delete it."

Lu Chenzhao carefully looked at Zhou Yan's face.

"It's such a big battle, so you don't want to take a picture of me?" Lu Chenzhao let go of his hand, deliberately teasing Zhou Yan, "Wait a minute, I haven't figured out what expression to make yet."

"Just this time."

Zhou Yan lowered his left hand holding the umbrella with a cold face, and walked under Lu Chenzhao's umbrella with his mobile phone.

"Cha-"

The shutter sounds.

Lu Chenzhao raised his eyes and saw a photo of him and Zhou Yan displayed on the phone screen.

It's obviously very close, but Lu Chenzhao still feels that the distance between him and Zhou Yan in the photo is a bit far.

"Zhou Yan, there are too few cards."

Lu Chenzhao casually put the umbrella in his hand on his shoulder, put his right hand around Zhou Yan's waist, stopped Zhou Yan, and stretched out his left hand directly towards the mobile phone that was in the air.

Wrapped in the hot and warm breath of Lu Chenzhao's body, Zhou Yan moved a little to the side with a sullen face, just in time to bump into Lu Chenzhao's right hand.

Lu Chenzhao greeted him with curled fingers, and pressed the shutter with a smile.

In the second photo, the shoulders and heads of the two people are almost stuck together.

Noticing that Zhou Yan's ears were slightly red, and the red mole on the left earlobe became more vivid, Lu Chenzhao smiled and pointed the phone at Zhou Yan's left face, and pressed the shutter.A posture that I just want to shoot you, you can hide or not.

Zhou Yan left with a cold face.

The last photo taken by Lu Chenzhao's cell phone was a photo that was so blurry that it was hard to tell whether it was a person or not.

But in this photo, the red mole on Zhou Yan's left earlobe is redder than ever.

The author has something to say:

Sorry for being late, I wanted to continue writing later, I am afraid that I can't finish before midnight, so I will update it first.

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