Haunted House Experience Officer

When Xu Yu saw this message, his good mood for the whole day was gone. He blocked the number with a blank face, and then deleted the text message.

"Huh..." Xu Yu stretched out his arms, lying on the bed like the word "big", staring at the ceiling.

Xu Yu is very reluctant to think about his parents. Although the law stipulates that parents only need to fulfill their obligations to their children, he was only seventeen when he graduated from high school. Even if he goes out to serve dishes, the boss still has to consider whether he dares to recruit a minor.

On the day of the university report, seeing everyone else was accompanied by their parents to make the bed and buy things, it was a lie that Xu Yu felt uncomfortable.

He doesn't want to hate anyone, it takes too much energy, so he doesn't hate his parents who have no children. He just hopes to completely sever ties with each other and stop contacting each other.

Xu Yu got up from the bed after lying down for a while, not thinking about the bad things anymore, he had to go to Fu Yuan's house today, he had to prepare early.

The weather in Bocheng is very good today. Although it is cold outside, the sun is very warm. Walking out of the old community, the whole body is bathed in the sunshine, and I feel very comfortable.

Whether it is a working day or a rest day, 10:30 is the time when the streets and subways are the least crowded. Xu Yu starts to search the map after getting on the subway.

Fu Yuan lives at No. 99 Wenshe Street. Wenshe Street is a well-known wealthy area in Bocheng City. The villa area closest to the city center is on Wenshe Street. So when Xu Yu first knew that Fu Yuan lived here, Xu Yu knew about him. Not ordinary people.

There are some protective buildings to the east of Wenshe Street, which can be regarded as scenic spots. Around those buildings are commercial streets specially designed for tourism.

There are some characteristic traditional shops in the commercial street. To the west of Wenshe Street is the famous ghost market in Bocheng, and now it has been planned as a commercial area for Wenwan art trading.

When I got off the subway, I went through an underground passage to Wenshe Street. When I was in college, I took the No. 628 bus to the train station and passed a bridge.

From under the bridge, you can see some beautiful western-style small villas, which attract people in the car to take a closer look. These small villas are the landmark buildings of Wenshe Street.

The street was very quiet in the early morning. Spring had just arrived, and the plants on the iron fence outside the villa hadn’t recovered yet. Looking at the denseness of the dry branches, one could imagine that it must be a beautiful wall of roses in summer.

Xu Yu walked for more than 20 minutes but still couldn't find No. 99. He stopped and looked around. There was a bank opposite. In order to fit the surrounding scenery, the outside was built like a church.

Xu Yu, who couldn't find the entrance, directly called Fu Yuan and told him his location.

Fu Yuan appeared in less than 5 minutes. He was not wearing a dark coat, but a warm coffee-colored sweater, beige cotton jacket, and a pair of straight-leg jeans. Coupled with that angular and slightly pale face, it looked like a novel no matter how you looked at it. The college grass here.

Xu Yu glanced at the door of the opposite bank, and saw that she was short and bloated in a heavy padded jacket, looking like a fool.

When Fu Yuan came over, Xu Yu was a little embarrassed and said, "Although you sent the address, the navigation can only go here."

"Let's go." Fu Yuan stared at him for two seconds and said bluntly.

The villa area here is irregular, and the villas of every household are not the same, and there is a lot of greenery in the villa area, just like a park.

No wonder Xu Yu couldn't find it, it really didn't follow common sense here.

"Fu Yuan, I have a question." Xu Yu said.

Fu Yuan: "Say."

"Do you... usually order takeaway?" Xu Yu asked, whether he lived in a good place, but he doubted whether the delivery boy could be found.

Fu Yuan looked at Xu Yu: "No."

Xu Yu frowned: "Then what do you eat? You live alone and you don't know how to cook. Don't you eat instant noodles every day when you go to the company?"

Fu Yuan's legs were too long, and he walked very fast. In order to keep up with him, Xu Yu sped up her feet and panted when she spoke.

"Go out to eat." Fu Yuan slowed down.

Xu Yu was a little embarrassed to hear this answer, Xu Yu, Xu Yu, do you think that everyone stays at home on vacation like you.

When passing by a big pine tree, Fu Yuan said out of nowhere: "There are squirrels in this tree in summer."

"Huh?" Xu Yu didn't know why, and looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Yuan didn't explain, because in his eyes, Xu Yu's expression now resembles that squirrel.

They arrived at a three-story villa that looked very old. Xu Yu stood outside and looked up, sighing a little: "It really looks like 221 Baker Street."

Fu Yuan in the front paused, and when he opened the door, he said by the way: "The previous owner is indeed a detective fan."

Xu Yu walked in with him, but apparently few people came from Fu Yuan's house, and he didn't even prepare the shoes Xu Yu wanted to change.

"Come in directly." Fu Yuan said.

Xu Yu followed him on tiptoe, not only the outside, but even the inside was like a scene in a movie.

There are wooden fireplaces, leather low chairs, soft carpets with complex patterns, and retro lamps. There are also many small things with a sense of age on the table.

Fu Yuan is not like someone who can read detective novels, that is to say, he has retained the original appearance of this villa.

Xu Yu was a little curious until he saw the photos in the wooden frame on the table.

It was a kind old man holding a black pipe, and he was holding a child. The two were dressed in 19th-century clothes, and they seemed to be imitating detectives.

"This child is you?" Xu Yu asked in surprise. The reason why he recognized him at a glance was that besides the exquisite appearance of the child in the photo, there was another reason because of the helpless look of tiredness and unlovedness, which was similar to that of Fu Yuan. Sometimes it's exactly the same.

Fu Yuan gave an "um", and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes when he scanned the photo.

"It was pretty cute when I was young." Xu Yu whispered.

After Xu Yu sat down, Fu Yuan pulled a chair and sat across from them. There was only a small table between them, and Fu Yuan lit a candle on the table.

"What...what are you doing?" Seeing this battle, Xu Yu was a little nervous, and he had no food, what kind of candlelight dinner was going on.

"Don't talk, hold out your hands." Fu Yuan ordered.

Xu Yu stretched out his hand subconsciously, and then Fu Yuan stretched out both hands to hold his hand.

For a moment, Xu Yu felt his face become hot and flustered. Fu Yuan's hand was a little cold, but it was a whole circle bigger than his own. He had never held his hand so intimately since he was a child.

While flustered, Xu Yu forgot to react normally, and his mind was very confused.

Now it seems as if countless colorful bullet screens floated through his mind, filling all the gaps in the screen, and then the highlighted large bullet screen drifted slowly: Fu Yuan is probably going to confess, right?Does he like men?He likes me? ? ? ?

"Don't think about it, close your eyes." Fu Yuan looked at Xu Yu who was blushing like an apple and said.

"Oh." Xu Yu closed her eyes nervously, completely dominated by Fu Yuan.