Who uses the soymilk maker in the early morning

Tan Xu put down his phone, picked up his glass and took a sip of Sprite with a blank expression.

No one asked questions about the phone call just now, those who were far away didn't hear it, and those who were close didn't dare to make a sound.

According to Yu Yanchuan's level of unreliability, if he didn't have the support of his wealthy family, the flower shop would be closed down by him sooner or later.

Yu Yanchuan sneezed three times in a row, and guessed with his toes that it was Tan Xu who was scolding him.

He didn't bother to go back and call the number stored in the memo.

He was woken up by the alarm clock at 5:[-], turned over and took a nap for a long time, only to remember that [-] minutes later, a client asked him to take a private appointment with Tarot cards.

For such a precious 5 minutes, he spent 2 minutes calling Tan Xu first, which is very loyal in any way.

Most of the issues of personal possession are very detailed. He has encountered someone occupying the trend of a certain project, the focus of career development in the next few weeks, etc., but so far he has not taken over the relationship.

I don't know if there is some weird magnetic field in him. In terms of feelings, no matter whether he occupies himself or others, the cards drawn are always inauspicious.

Most of the people who come to him for tarot counting are friends of friends, and after they are finished, they will recommend them to other friends by word of mouth.

He always said that if you believe it, you have it or if you don’t believe it, you don’t believe it. In fact, it’s just an early warning process.

He arranged a marriage for a girl last week, and it really didn't go well.

The girl's frustration before she hung up the phone was visible to the naked eye. He wanted to comfort her, but he didn't know where to start, so he said, "It's up to people."

Having said that, Yu Yanchuan always wonders whether the future foreshadowed in the cards is based on what he sees now "it should be like this in this time and space", or is it based on the "things are man-made" at this moment. The result obtained by including all the efforts and changes that have not yet occurred.

Like a Mobius ring distorted by time and space, what he saw was the ending under cause and effect, and the fortune-telling of someone's life calculated by the fortune-teller included this fortune-telling.

If it is the latter, it would be too sad.

But later, a colleague with a higher professional level told him that the ending could of course be changed, which made him look a bit more open.

The difference between an idealist and a pessimist.

This time, the person who made the private appointment was a graduate student who was on the verge of collapse. Yu Yanchuan was in a calm mood when he turned over the card. He seldom sympathized with the emotions on the other end of the phone. Fortunately, the result was not bad from the cards. Shore should be able to go, but there is a high probability that he will have to accept adjustments.

Unexpectedly, the person on the other side couldn't stand it when he heard it, and said with a sob: "That astrolabe reader and palm reader also said the same thing, what should I do, I don't want to be adjusted..."

Yu Yanchuan closed his mouth and waited for him to finish sobbing alone, before saying, "I'll give you a Huasha card."

He shuffled the cards neatly with both hands, and dropped out a Six of Swords.

"Hurry up and learn." Yu Yanchuan glanced at the card and pushed it away, "Don't waste time on divination when you know what you're doing, and hurry up to learn... It's all about human effort."

Business is not easy to do. After 5 minutes of fortune-telling, the remaining ten minutes are spent comforting him to study hard and make progress every day. Yu Yanchuan, a person who has never studied in graduate school, has become a life mentor for graduate students.

After hanging up the phone, he felt that his soul had been sublimated, and decided to eat the dinner that had been delayed until after nine o'clock.

The upside-down routine of black and white makes people feel depressed during the day, and Yu Yanchuan suddenly understands why the upstairs makes soy milk after midnight.

But understanding is all about understanding. At 12:30, the soybean milk machine rang again on time, and Yu Yanchuan got up from the bed angrily.

Like a bulldozer working in the living room, he suspected that to dream of such an environment was to be in a battlefield.

Yu Yanchuan (Tan 203): Here we go again, does your rooster not remember the sunrise time in the East Eighth District?

Today, someone who is suspected to be the owner of the soybean milk machine finally spoke.

Look at life with a smile (303 Li): Please pay attention to quality.

Yu Yanchuan (Tan 203): I'm scolding the rooster, why are you so anxious?

Look at life with a smile (303李): @居委王姐, this Mr. Tan speaks hurtful words.

Yu Yanchuan (Tan 203): I'm scolding the rooster, why are you so anxious?

There was a crackling sound upstairs, and the ceiling almost leaked a few holes.

Then he heard footsteps coming from outside the bedroom door, Tan Xu kicked open his door: "He lives upstairs, you live downstairs, don't cause trouble, I don't want to share weal and woe with you."

Yu Yanchuan lay still, the small bedside lamp illuminated a warm yellow color on his profile: "I'm scolding the rooster, why are you so anxious?"

Tan Xu gritted his teeth: "You cursed in my name."

"Sorry." Yu Yanchuan apologized without emotion, and changed the group nickname to "203 Your Ancestor".

The 102 Li in the group stood up and ended the confrontation between chicken and duck: I have already called the film police, and I will not be an example.

After these words, the laughing man's life finally stopped. The soybean milk machine played for 15 minutes like yesterday, and after the end, the whole room fell into an unprecedented tranquility.

Yu Yanchuan didn't dream of fighting on the battlefield, but dreamed that he was knocked out with a stick by Xiaokan Shengsheng, and then he was chopped into pieces and put in a soybean milk machine.

The dream was too real, and it took He Ming three calls to wake him up. Yu Yanchuan was still immersed in the aftermath of the corpse case, and was a little dazed when he answered the phone.

"Remember to come here!" He Mingming's voice was loud, "I'll introduce you to someone, and you can dress up that chicken coop's hair."

The last time He Ming brought a cute younger brother, the last time he brought a handsome younger brother, Yu Yanchuan thought he brought another younger brother this time, but he didn't expect that when he opened the door and went in, he saw a tall, burly, taller than him. He is also a tough man.

Yu Yanchuan took half a step back calmly.

"Chuan!" He poked his head out of the booth tomorrow and waved at him, "Come on, this is Xiao Zhou, you guys know each other!"

Sitting there, Xiao Zhou's demeanor was more like someone who wanted to call Big Brother, Yu Yanchuan really couldn't say this Xiao Zhou.

He was wearing very ordinary casual clothes, and he could still see the looming muscles under the short sleeves.

Yu Yanchuan felt that He Mingming misunderstood his meaning. He said that he didn't like his younger brother, but it didn't mean he only loved muscular tough guys.

Xiao Zhou nodded generously to him, and stretched out a hand: "Hello."

Yu Yanchuan held it up, as if breaking his wrists at a banquet: "Hello, my name is... Yu Yanchuan."

The drinks have already been ordered and placed on the table. The bar is not very lively at this time, and there are even a few hangovers snoring in the farthest row.

Xiao Wu has a sharp face, with sharp eyes under his sword eyebrows. He has been staring at Yu Yanchuan's face. When he was discovered, he smiled sarcastically: "I'm sorry, I just think you look familiar."

It's a very old-fashioned way to strike up a conversation, but Yu Yanchuan felt that he seemed to be really thinking about where they met.

"Really?" He curled the corner of his mouth indifferently, and tilted his wine glass towards Xiao Zhou.

Xiao Zhou is some kind of special trainer in the VIP gym in the building next door. He will go to work in a while, so he arrived ten minutes earlier and stopped by to sit for a while.

It seems that He Mingming is a bit measured, knowing that they are going to talk about serious things today, and it is not convenient for a third person to be present.

Before leaving, Xiao Zhou left a WeChat message, but Yu Yanchuan had no plans to add it.

"You don't like this one either?" He Mingming crossed his legs, "I fell in love with you at first sight last time I was here."

Yu Yanchuan almost spit out the wine in his mouth: "He has seen me? Then what he said looks familiar to me."

"You'll look familiar if you've seen it before. What if you meet someone who looks a lot like you this morning..." He Mingming talked on and on, and finally retracted the topic, "What are you looking for, I forgot .”

Yu Yanchuan sighed: "I haven't said anything yet."

He rested his arms casually on the back of the chair, looking at the dazzling lights in the bar: "There is a car with me recently, black 531, and I will send you the specific license plate later."

He Mingming was fiddling with his scumbag hair tinfoil, and suddenly "tsk": "Black 531?"

Yu Yanchuan's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that He Ming squinted those long and narrow eyes, he didn't speak after thinking for a long time.

"Have you seen it?" Yu Yanchuan asked.

His fingers unconsciously twirled the wine glass, and his back was completely frozen, not knowing how to react.

"I don't remember." He Mingtian repeated "tsk" several times, "But I have an impression, but I can't think of it."

"Don't make fun of this." Yu Yanchuan said in a low voice, "If this car has followed you, then someone is watching my house."

"No." He Ming hurriedly waved his hand, "I can assure you, it must not have been with me, or I wouldn't forget."

He changed one leg and turned his back, leaning half of his body on the table and leaned over: "Damn it, it's fine if you don't tell me. Once you tell me, I really think I'm impressed."

"Maybe it's not the license plate." Yu Yanchuan breathed a sigh of relief, "The date or any random number you see may leave an impression on this arrangement."

"Why do you speak so philosophically?" He grinned at him tomorrow, and returned to the state of deep thought, "But I just... Forget it, do you still check the surveillance of the hotel in Tan's house? Cut you Didn’t the white cars here happen half a year ago, are you sure it’s also related to them this time?”

Yu Yanchuan raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling a little drunk: "Now I'm not sure..."

"It's okay, I'd rather make mistakes and omit than kill." He Mingming said a mess of sayings, "I'm familiar with this one, but I can only be transferred to the gate, is that okay?"

"Okay." Yu Yanchuan finished drinking the wine at the bottom of the glass, got up to leave, "Okay, I'm going back to the store."

"That's why you're talking about it?" He Mingtian hastily drank his wine glass, "I have to meet and talk about it?"

The two of them walked out of the bar together, facing a spacious road with several tall office buildings on the opposite side.

"I was going to have a get-together. Isn't there no one available except you?" Yu Yanchuan walked into the sports lottery next to the bar with ease, and bought a lottery with a random number.

He bought one tacitly tomorrow, and took out his mobile phone cursingly: "My car was sent for maintenance, and I still called an online car-hailing car when I came here. The travel fare is more expensive than the wine."

He stopped short.

Yu Yanchuan walked down the steps from the entrance of the sports lottery. The glass on the roof of the office building reflected a dazzling white light. He turned around: "Let's go?"

He Mingming stood sluggishly on the steps, the lottery ticket in his hand was blown to the ground by the wind.

He didn't bother to pick it up, so he ran down in two steps, and his already loud voice resounded uncontrollably throughout the street: "I remembered, the fucking 531 is Xiao Zhou's taxi here, it's black!"