What kind of bad thoughts can the monitor have?

After camping, everything was back on track again.

The days of endless studies, lack of sleep, and days that are getting closer and closer but still feel that they can't make it to the end are bothering a large number of Shura party in the second and third year of high school.

All in all, I want to get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, but I don't want to be "executed in public" immediately.

Of course, there are still very few exceptions to this.

For example, the academic bully who has always learned how to learn and is moving forward in an orderly manner, and the academic scum who always adheres to the practice of being drunk now and not being happy.

Just like Ji Zhun and Tan Jingyang.

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of summer, and the temperature difference between day and night began to gradually appear, and the originally humid and hot night also became a little cooler.

On Saturday night, it was past nine o'clock when Tan Jingyang finished helping the kitchen in the restaurant.

Just when I was about to go home, I received a call from a landlord asking him to check the house at this time.

As soon as he turned the handlebar, he turned around and rode towards a dilapidated old street in Nancheng according to the address.

The deeper Tan Jingyang walked, the deeper his frown became.

This street is very narrow, and there are many funeral supplies shops on both sides.Obviously the location is not too remote, but there is still a bit of weirdness set off by these shops under the night.

The intersection was circled with chalk, and there were still some unburned ashes in it.Although Tan Jingyang is not afraid, it does not mean that Tan Le will be fine in the future.

It wasn't until the bicycle was parked downstairs that he hesitated completely.

The front room on the first floor was rented out to open a massage shop, of course not the kind of high-end chain SPA.

The pink light seeps out through the narrow frosted glass, and there are a few beautiful shadows moving around in a hazy way, which is indescribably charming.

Tan Jingyang parked the car, took out a cigarette and lit one, stood downstairs and started an ideological struggle whether to go up and have a look or leave immediately.It just so happened that the person in the massage shop seemed to have sensed the movement outside, opened the iron gate, and looked out.After seeing Tan Jingyang, he smiled instantly.

"Hey, brother, come for a massage? Quick, come in!"

The woman with heavy make-up opened the iron gate and beckoned coquettishly to Tan Jingyang. Seeing him not moving for a long time, she directly squeezed her plump body out of the crack of the door to climb Tan Jingyang's arm.

The cold skin was soft and slippery, and it circled around like a snake.

Tan Jingyang was caught off guard by someone, and subconsciously clasped the woman's wrist with a backhand, and the woman gasped in shock.

"What are you doing!" she screamed.

"Then what, I'm sorry." Tan Jingyang hurriedly let go of her hand and coughed softly, "I'm here to look at the house."

The woman rubbed her wrist and looked at Tan Jingyang up and down: "Look at the house?... Ah, don't you mean the one upstairs?"

Tan Jingyang nodded.

"Hey, I didn't say it, little brother, do you dare to live in that room?" The woman stared at Tan Jingyang with crazy eyes, and said in a low voice, "I told you, it's a haunted house!"

"Really." Tan Jingyang smiled. He was a typical materialist who received science education since he was a child, so he naturally wouldn't believe in these ghosts and gods.

Compared with these, he was more worried about whether this massage parlor would be detrimental to Tan Le's future growth.

"Do you want to know about the house?" The woman brought her face closer again, her fly-like eyelashes flickering, "Come in and tell me, sister?"

"No thank you." Tan Jingyang took a last puff of cigarette and stubbed it out, "I'd better go up and have a look."

After all, everyone has come here, and the rent here is low, and it is not too far from the school of myself and Tan Le.It really relieved him a lot of stress.

There are no lights in the corridor, but fortunately the house to see is on the second floor.

It was a thin old man who opened the door. Against the dim light in the room, his expressionless face was shriveled like a skeleton.

"You are...Xiao Tan, right?" The old man opened his mouth, and there was an unpleasant taste in his mouth.

"Yes, I'll come and see the house." Tan Jingyang nodded politely at the old man.

"Cough cough cough, come in."

After the old man finished speaking, he hunched over and turned around, his crutches making a crisp sound on the floor.

In fact, the interior of the house surprised Tan Jingyang.

One bedroom and one living room. Although the furniture looks quite old, the walls and terrazzo floor are still clean, and it should be cleaned up with a little cleaning.

It is this light that needs to be replaced. Now it is the kind of tungsten bulb with a pull cord, which flickers with the wind blowing in from the window, and it looks not very strong.

"Do you live here alone?" Tan Jingyang asked.

The old man coughed again, nodded slowly, and said, "My wife passed away two years ago. I caught a cold at the beginning of spring and has not recovered. My son and daughter-in-law are going to send me to the hospital." The old man turned his head, Looking at Tan Jingyang with cloudy and yellow eyes, "Young man, when do you plan to live in?"

Tan Jingyang was struggling in his heart at the moment, and couldn't answer for a while.

The old man went on to say: "I see you are a good boy. If you want to live in sincerity, I may not charge you the deposit for now. Just cherish some things when you live in."

At this time, there was a burst of laughter from the massage parlor downstairs.

Someone shouted upstairs: "Little brother, come down quickly, Sister Hui is still waiting for you! Hehehe—"

The old man had a look of contempt on his face, and when he opened the screen window, he spat out sticky phlegm downward with a "tui" force.

There was an instant scolding below.

"Damn old thing! Why haven't you died yet?!"

The old man scolded with all his strength: "You bastards! Shameless bitch!"

"Old Wang||Bastard, try to curse again?!"

"What's the matter with scolding you!"

Leaning on crutches, the old man pushed Tan Jingyang away, took a basin of dirty water into the toilet, and poured it down.

"Immortal, you deserve no one to take care of you!"

"Prostitutes, prostitutes who have mothers but not mothers|girls—you, you will die! Cough cough cough——!!!"

The old man rolled his eyes upwards, his face pale with anger.Tan Jingyang was afraid that he would be angry, so he hurriedly helped the old man and helped him onto the sofa.

"Calm down, don't be as knowledgeable as them." Tan Jingyang frowned and comforted.Before that, when I heard that the deposit could be waived, the slight temptation disappeared again.

The old man waved his hands and panted and asked, "How about it, have you decided yet?"

Tan Jingyang pursed her lips, and said slowly: "Let me think about it again, and I will give you a confirmation letter as soon as possible."

There was a hint of disappointment in the old man's eyes, but he finally sighed and compromised: "Okay, then you must hurry up. Although my house is always a bit old, but in this area, you can search it all with a lantern and find it again." I can’t find another one as cheap as mine.”

"Definitely." Tan Jingyang helped the old man move the teapot in front of him again, then stood up and said softly, "It's getting late, I'll go back first. Take care of your body, and don't get angry."

After speaking, he turned and left the old house.

It was close to 12:00 when I returned to my uncle’s house. Tan Jingyang just took out the key to open the door, but suddenly found a large piece sunken in from the bottom of the iron door, which looked like someone had smashed it with a blunt object.

His eyes darkened, and he took a deep breath and turned the key.The room was dark, and there was a loud snoring sound from my uncle's room.Tan Jingyang walked quickly to the door of her and Tan Le's house, and tapped twice.

Tan Jingyang: "Xiao Le?"

Tan Le heard Tan Jingyang's voice, and quickly opened the door latch to let him in.As soon as the door was closed, she threw herself into Tan Jingyang's arms.

"Brother, someone came to collect debts again today, it's terrible..."

Tan Jingyang hugged Tan Le with one hand, stroked his hair with the other hand, tried to slow down his voice and comforted: "It's okay, good boy."

Tan Le raised his head, and asked Tan Jingyang in a low voice, aggrieved: "Brother, when can we move out?"

"It's coming soon." Tan Jingyang's eyes were tired, but she still raised her lips slightly and said, "I went to see the house today. The rent is very cheap and the house is clean."

"real?!"

"real."

"Great!"

Tan Jingyang hugged Tan Le to the bed, and covered him with a quilt: "Go to sleep, brother will come after taking a shower."

"Enen!" Tan Le nodded excitedly when he heard that he was about to move, and when Tan Jingyang turned around, he grabbed the corner of his clothes and said softly, "Thank you, brother."

The clock clicked at midnight.

When Tan Jingyang came back from the shower, Tan Le was already fast asleep.He lay down carefully, only then did he take a look at his phone.

A faint light glowed in the dark, and there was a message on the phone that Ji Zhun had just sent.

[Ji Zhun: Come on, say 'Happy Birthday'? 】

Tan Jingyang looked at the screen and smiled, writing and deleting repeatedly in the dialog box...

"I just came back from seeing the house, it's not ideal..." (deleted)

"Congratulations on being one year older again..." (deleted)

"What are you doing..." (deleted)

In the end, he only replied [Happy birthday. 】

What is Jizhun, who lives in the villa, doing now?

Are you forced to wear a funny birthday crown and blow out candles by that hot-tempered lady?Or being surrounded by a group of friends and smearing cream on your face?Or take the driver's car and take your beloved dog to a beautiful river in the suburbs to set off fireworks?

In short, everything is happy.

……

At this time in Jizhun's home in Xicheng, Chen Jianye and Sister Jiao rubbed cream on each other's heads, and they were fighting in the living room with cakes.

Ji Zhun sat cross-legged on the sofa, rubbing the dog's head while watching the two demented old people having fun with a helpless expression.

He promised to spend his birthday with his parents first, and then go out with his friends tomorrow.The table was covered with snacks and drinks, and Aunt Zhang had already cleaned up the food on the table, and the sound of clanging came from the kitchen.

The phone vibrated, Jizhun felt it and saw that it was from Tan Jingyang, and hurriedly opened the dialog box.

[Ji Zhun: That's it? ? ? 】

[Tan Jingyang: Huh? 】

[Ji Zhun: The starling raised by my neighbor can say a few beautiful words! 】

After stopping there for a while, I sent a long message, which I saw was copied and pasted from the Internet.

【Ji Zhun: Smile.jpg】

[Tan Jingyang: Can I? 】

[Jizhun: It's so interesting. 】

[Tan Jingyang: Haha, just kidding, make trouble. 】

[Ji Zhun: If you call out again, I'm going to be impatient with you. 】

Before Tan Jingyang could reply, Ji Zhun sent another message.

[Jizhun: Are you free tomorrow night? Let's get together and bring Xiaole. 】

Ten minutes later, the phone vibrated again.

[Tan Jingyang: Good. 】

Sister Jiao and Chen Jianye had had enough of arguing, and they both went back to the house to rest.

After taking a shower, Ji Zhun also climbed into bed. Just as he lowered the projector to watch a literary film to promote sleep, the phone rang again.

Caller ID: Tan Jingyang.

Continuing to press the connect button.

"Still asleep, monitor?" Ji Zhun glanced at the alarm clock, it was two o'clock in the morning.

"Well, can't sleep."

Tan Jingyang's voice over the phone was deeper and hoarse than usual.

Ji Zhun has always been envious of his voice, and always felt that his voice was too clear compared to it.Not cool at all.

"Are you smoking?" Ji Zhun asked.

There was a pause, and he replied in a low voice, "How do you know?"

"I heard the lighter go off."

"Oh, heh..." Tan Jingyang smiled, and then remained silent.

Ji Zhun frowned suspiciously, and asked tentatively, "Are you... all right?"

"Well, it's fine."

Tan Jingyang's answer just confirmed that he was in a bad mood.

Ji Zhun licked his cheeks, feeling that it was wrong to continue asking, and it was wrong not to ask.Finally he said, "Do you want to listen to music? I just bought a new set of speakers."

"Will it disturb your parents to rest?"

"It doesn't exist. The sound insulation at home is good. I'll turn the sound down."

After a while, Tan Jingyang's voice came from the phone again.

"it is good."

After a soothing prelude, Leslie Cheung's affectionate singing slowly sounded.

"Can meet on this planet by chance

Light up misty life

how lucky i am

No one stays in my thoughts like you

never doubt

The world is a wonderful…”

When his thoughts gradually became blurred with the tune, Jizhun vaguely heard Tan Jingyang on the phone saying softly:

"Happy birthday, Ji Zhun."

……

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The author has something to say:

The song is "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter" by Leslie Cheung

I miss my brother so much... qwq