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Shizi Street has always been very bustling, even in the light rainy night when the lights are on, it is bustling with people.The neon lights are like smudged gouache, spread unevenly in the sky and on the ground.Drilling into the crowd, everyone is colorful, as if they are celebrating some kind of festival.

A rough man who was not very conspicuous, but looked very garish at a close look, squeezed his way out of the crowd with his pockets. He stopped slowly in front of a disheveled shop, squinted his eyes at the greasy menu, and said without any ups and downs: "Six yuan fried rice."

An elderly couple is in charge of the store. The husband turned on the fire and fried rice, while the wife sat awkwardly paddling the smartphone in her hand, smiling while browsing the news on WeChat.Lu Zhe glanced blankly, only saw a few words - An Baiwei told him, don't try to interpret the news in Moments if you have nothing to do, either ten actions that can lose weight or ten actions that you can eat no matter what you eat Fat food... watching too much lowers IQ.

He rubbed his swollen and sore temples, subconsciously fumbled in his trouser pocket, and found a shriveled and wrinkled cigarette case, and when he squeezed it, it crumpled into a ball in his hand like a deflated balloon.

No more smoke.

Lu Zhe frowned slightly, just as the store owner handed over the fried rice, he handed over the change that he had already held in his hand, without even saying thank you, and carried the rice on his own and risked Yu got into the canteen on one side, fumbled in his trouser pocket a few more times, and found a dirty steel coin.

The boss looked at the man in astonishment for a while, then smiled and said with a good temper: "What do you want?"

Lu Zhe set his eyes on the cheapest cigarette in the store, was silent for a moment, let out a breath for a long while, pressed the steel coin against the glass counter, and said flatly, "I want a lollipop, strawberry flavored."

The boss smiled. He knew that the disheveled-haired and pale-faced man in front of him was a cigarette addict and had no money to buy cigarettes. However, he was a businessman after all. If the other party didn’t tell him, he wouldn’t say so. Seriously put it next to the steel box: "This is a new brand, especially the strawberry flavor. It is delicious. The original price is one yuan and five, and you will get fifty cents. It is not easy to buy lollipops when it is raining, and the road is wet. slippery..."

Lu Zhe had already walked out with a lollipop in his pocket.

His mouth was a little dry, so he tore open the package and put the candy in his mouth. The strawberry flavor was too sweet for him, but he just wanted something sweet. According to Amber Wei, sweets can make people feel better — but it didn't seem to have much effect on him.

It was raining heavily, but Lu Zhe didn't seem to notice it. He was still walking with a lollipop in his mouth. When he passed an intersection, a motorcycle suddenly rushed towards him. The driver held a mobile phone in one hand. He looked at it with relish, and when he found Lu Zhe, he yelled twice, without even yelling "be careful", and bumped into him impartially.

Lu Zhe: "..."

This driving skill is a bit formidable. He must have been a sniper in his previous life, or the kind that bullets can bend.

Lu Zhe stood up from the mud pit calmly with a lollipop in his mouth, and looked at the motorbike driver as if nothing happened. He was obviously a food delivery man in his overalls, and he was a little scared at this moment. Silly, I didn't know what to do after straightening the motorcycle. Lu Zhe waited patiently for a long time and he didn't hesitate to come up with a reason, so he sighed softly and looked regretfully at the fried rice that fell by the grass.

Dinner is gone.

Then the driver stammered tremblingly: "Yes, I'm sorry... I, I, I..."

Lu Zhe interrupted him: "I don't touch porcelain."

"..."

The driver suffocated for a moment, scratched his head crazily, and laughed a few times awkwardly: "Look... I, I'm sloppy, really... Are you okay? This, this, can I compensate you for the meal... "

Lu Zhe rolled the lollipop in his mouth for two weeks, put it aside, and spread his hands: "I'm fine, and I don't need compensation. You should be very busy at this time, just go and do it, and you don't have to worry about the meal money... Be careful when it rains."

The young man on the opposite side was almost tearful, saying thank you in various ways, and finally bowed ninety degrees to Lu Zhe, pushed the motorcycle away with red eyes.

Lu Zhe: "..."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, but he stood where he was. After a long time, he slowly looked at the box of fried rice lying on the side of the grass, and narrowed his eyes slightly. The scarred little black hand was grabbing the rain-soaked rice in small handfuls, and quickly retracted into the grass.

He has good hearing and can clearly hear the sound of wolfing down his meal.

After pausing for four or five seconds, Lu Zhe started to walk forward again, muttering in his mouth: "The right is charity..."

He lives in a high-end mansion. He can't remember the name of the mansion, Feihong or Hongfei. In short, it is vulgar and ugly. Fortunately, the appearance of the mansion is barely pleasing to the eye, and the area is satisfactory. In addition, there is a small courtyard And all kinds of refreshing flowers and trees...

Then the exquisite courtyard door was pushed open, and the slovenly, disheveled and embarrassed man walked in with square steps, still holding his gluttonous lollipop in his mouth.

Touching the keys, opening the door, taking off his clothes and shaking his shoes, he finally sat on the sofa wearing only a pair of shorts, turned on the TV and watched the news broadcast expressionlessly. The small plastic stick was spat in the trash can, and he touched the phone on the coffee table and dialed a string of numbers.

As a result, a series of mobile phone ringtones rang at the door of the house.

"The ministry gets off work early today." There was a rustling sound of taking off his coat at the door, and Lu Zhe leaned back on the sofa and turned his head to look lazily. The smiling person was An Baiwei who lived with him. , more than 1.9 meters tall, with deep eye sockets, a straight nose, and soft chestnut hair. At first glance, he looks like a mixed race, but he is actually a native-born peasant bun.

After An Bowei changed into his slippers, he stepped over and put the food in his hand on the table. When he passed behind the sofa, he brushed Lu Zhe's hair: "Go wash the wound, and I'll apply medicine to you."

Lu Zhe turned his head to the other side to look at An Baiwei's back, and said expressionlessly, "I don't want to take medicine, it hurts to apply iodine."

There were a few noises in the bedroom, and Amber sneered slightly: "Hurry up, Momojiu is like a bitch... Tell me, how did you fall?"

"It was hit by a car."

Amber, who was coming out with a small medicine box, twitched the corner of his mouth: "Is there no fracture? It's rare."

"Motorcycle." Lu Zhe threw his phone aside and went to the bathroom to wash away the wounds on his legs and hands. When he came out with a splash of water, An Baiwei was already sitting where he had been sitting just now. She cast a scrutinizing gaze into the trash can, and did not raise her head until Lu Zhe walked in front of him, with a strange expression on her face, "You...you smoked so much again today?"

Lu Zhe still looked like he wasn't interested in anything. He sat down and gnawed on the meat bun brought back by An Baiwei, and said vaguely, "Not much."

An Baiwei took one of his hands and put it on his knee, and took a cotton swab dipped in iodine and applied it to the wound, gritted his teeth: "You called me just now to ask me to buy you cigarettes, right? ?”

The man didn't hear the pain in his hand, he gnawed on the bun quietly for a while before he turned his head as if he heard the other person's words: "Is there any problem?"

Having been confirmed, Amber cursed in a low voice, then took his other hand to apply iodine, and then paused after applying it, and stayed quietly for a while, then leaned over and carefully painted his legs While painting the scratches on his face, he talked, and even heard a strange gentleness: "Lu Zhe, I have something to discuss with you."

Lu Zhe didn't speak, and An Baiwei continued, "Sleeping pills...don't take it if you can."

Lu Zhe's fingers holding the steamed stuffed bun tightened slightly, and his expression remained the same: "Then don't eat it."

An Bowei didn't seem to expect him to agree so easily, so he raised his head and looked at Lu Zhe in a little surprise. It happened that Lu Zhe was also looking at him, and his eyes met, but it was Lu Zhe who turned his eyes away first: "What else is there?" thing?"

"Don't promise on the surface, you have to be obedient." After applying the medicine, An Baiwei pouted while packing up the small medicine box, "If you eat too much of that stuff, you will become stupid, I won't lie to you."

"You say that every time you don't let me eat." Lu Zhe exposed his criminal behavior mercilessly, "I eat chocolate, and you say that if I eat too much, I will turn black; I eat snacks, but you said that if you eat too much, you will suffer from dementia..."

"A normal person eats ten or eight pieces of chocolate a day. Have you run out of calories? How much weight did you gain in that month?" An Baiwei interrupted him heartbroken, "Finger biscuits, bear biscuits, sandwich biscuits ...You buy boxes by boxes, and you can't even eat normally. If I don't stop you, you want to fly? There are also snacks..."

He rolled his eyes, didn't bother to say anything, and finally shrugged his shoulders: "Give me all your sleeping pills before going to bed tonight, and I'll keep them for you. If you want them, I'll give them to you depending on the situation."

Lu Zhe nestled on the sofa and turned the buns in his hands, expressionless.

"Also, you have been quit smoking." An Baiwei went to the bedroom to put away the medicine box and gave an ultimatum, "If you don't fix your rotten body for me, then you won't even want to eat meat...Look at you What's your face like?"

Lu Zhe put down the last bun, and walked towards An Bowei wearing only a pair of shorts. A small room on one side, with a final slam on the door.

Amber suppressed the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly—Lu Zhe was angry because he was banned from smoking.

After entering the door, Lu Zhe leaned against the door and exhaled lightly, then slowly pressed the switch of the light, and the light turned on brightly.This room is very small, only about ten square meters. There is a mahogany table in the middle of the wall, and there is a spiritual tablet on the table. The letter "My Teacher Jiang Zhuyuan" is written on it. The black and white photo shows a serious man who looks very young. Early 30s at most.

Lu Zhe knelt in front of the altar for a while, offered another stick of incense, and then walked out of the room. An Baiwei was leaning against the door with his arms folded and waiting for him. Hurry up."

Lu Zhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight to his bedroom, but was blocked by an arm and forced into a corner.

"I'm not going to say that quitting smoking is for your own good. I'll just ask, don't you feel unwell?" Amber suppressed his smile slightly, lowered his eyes and stared at Lu Zhepolan quietly. The calm eyes seemed to look straight into his heart, but they were always blocked by a vague shadow, which made him a little uncomfortable, so he couldn't help pressing his arms even tighter against the wall , the voice is also a little low, "Speak."

"I'm fine." Lu Zhe narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm fine."

An Baiwei's face froze for a second, and suddenly he was poked into a smile, so much that he put his head on Lu Zhe's shoulder, and he couldn't even put his hand on the wall: "Very good, very good, I know you can use me Taught you something to refute me."

Lu Zhe frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

Of course it can't be said that it's because his English is too bad, otherwise I don't know how dark his face will be.Amber coughed slightly, and waved his hands: "I'll go to the bedroom with you, shave your beard, wash your hair, take a bath, and then you give me a good rest, no smoking, no sleeping pills."

Lu Zhe raised his voice awkwardly: "It's not that I'm so injured that I can't move."

"Letting you shave yourself is no different from self-mutilation." An Baiwei can still recall the time when Lu Zhe first lived in the mansion - he watched Lu Zhe cut his face and neck with a razor, If he didn't know him well, An Baiwei might have thought he was going to commit suicide.

Lu Zhe took a deep breath, apparently very dissatisfied with An Baiwei's arrangement, turned his head and walked towards his bedroom, finally stood at the door of his room suddenly, and turned his head to look at An Baiwei who followed closely.

Amber blinked slightly.

Lu Zhe narrowed his eyes and stared at An Baiwei, and suddenly asked softly, "Do you have something to hide from me?"