you are scary

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Although the urban area of ​​District D has not been rebuilt and is still the original shell for nine years, after the construction of the nearby commercial street, it has changed a lot in appearance, and Pengze Street, which is adjacent to the commercial street, is not immune Due to difficulties, the appearance has been changed one after another due to the relocation of residents.After finding a parking space nearby and stopping, Bai Qianwan led Song Nongmo around Pengze Street, like a headless chicken who couldn't find his way, and finally found Bai's house in the depths of Pengze Street through mobile phone navigation.

"It's just that I haven't come back for nine years, and I can't find my way?" Bai Qianwan was deeply surprised. His face was buried in a thick thick scarf and mask, and only two of them were left staring round. His brown eyes were exposed, and his eyes were full of strange expressions.

Song Nongmo laughed at him: "You are a bit blind."

Outside Bai's house is a small yard, similar to No. 18 Zhengde Street. Outside is a half wall and fence gate. A concrete three-story building similar to an old-fashioned steel-bar apartment is parked in the middle of the yard.

The fence gate was originally a semi-old iron gate. Today, nine years later, it has been oxidized by wind and rain, and it is covered with brown-red rust, and it is even covered with thick dust. It looks like it has been neglected for many years.

Bai Qianwan took out a bunch of keys from his down jacket pocket.

As soon as the key was inserted into the keyhole of the iron door, it was unexpectedly dry and difficult to turn. Bai Qianwan took out a bottle of key oil bought on the road from his bag.

"Am I prescient?" He held the key in his right hand wearing a thick knit glove and turned the key, and the door opened.

"Of course." Song Nongmo praised him perfunctorily.

The iron door was pushed open by the wind, making a dull creaking sound.The two entered the yard. In the past, Bai Cheng was keen on planting all kinds of flowers and plants in the yard. Because no one took care of them for many years, the flower pots piled up on the flower racks had long since left only dried dead plants.On the contrary, a mango tree planted by Bai Qianwan in the early years is still thriving, standing in the overgrown yard.

Today is a cloudy day, the sun is hidden behind the dark clouds, so it is extraordinarily cold.Bai Qianwan rubbed his palms together, and stuffed them into his pockets again.

"I've been here several times before." Song Nongmo said suddenly.

"I know."

The cement walls of the house have turned black, dirty, and have traces of time.Bai Qianwan opened the door again and entered the room. The shoe cabinet next to the door was still there, and there were even two pairs of shoes that Bai Qianwan forgot to take when he left.

Following the direction in which the cockroaches were crawling, Bai Qianwan walked around the living room.

The room was full of dust and cobwebs, the sofa was dusty, and the originally bright tablecloth had faded to a misty color, and a few mice scurried from under the sofa to their feet in a panic.

When Bai Qianwan entered the kitchen, the pots and pans were still in place, woven with thick spider webs.

"Remember anything?" Song Nongmo patted Bai Qianwan's shoulder and the dust on his hair.

He shook his head seriously: "No."

"What time period did you forget? Let me help you think about it."

"Um... around the beginning of September. Do you remember? What else happened around that time?"

Bai Qianwan only remembers the vague time when Bai Cheng came home for the last time.

He bent down to open the refrigerator, which was empty, and went up to the second floor.

The bedroom door was open, and the window was left open when I left. The place by the window was a mess, full of dead branches and leaves blown in by various winds and traces of rain stains.

The bed was messy, there might have been stray cats nesting on it, and the plum blossom-shaped footprints on the pillow were still very clear.

Song Nongmo was biting his cigarette, and his gaze fell somewhere on the desk.

"Remember?" Bai Qianwan asked him.

"You got drunk once in September, and I took you home. That's when I met your father."

"Drunk?" Bai Qianwan knocked on his head in confusion, "Why don't I remember it?"

"You're still drunk, and I asked you the next morning, but I don't remember anything." Song Nongmo smiled for some reason.

"Oh, you guys took me to dinner that time." Bai Qianwan tilted his head and thought for a long time.

They were referring to Bai Qianwan, Li Jue'ai, and a boy in the same class whose name he couldn't remember.

Song Nongmo no longer remembers what he ate that day, not even which restaurant he was in.I don't know who proposed to drink that day, anyway, the wine glass was quickly served on the table.

Li Jue'ai would come to trouble, and he coaxed Bai Qianwan into drinking several cups with his mouth, and he was drunk in a short time.

Under the warm-colored lamp, Bai Qianwan rested his chin with his hands, his almond eyes lost focus.

"Headache." He frowned tightly.

Li Jueai did not forget to pour wine into his glass: "Don't pretend to be drunk, have another drink?"

"You must be really drunk." Before Bai Qianwan's finger touched the wine glass, Song Nongmo quickly snatched it and drank it in one gulp. He advised, "Don't drink and cause trouble."

Li Jue'ai didn't say anything more, just a few people ate and drank, and they left after a while.

Bai Qianwan can still walk, and his steps are very steady, but the direction is not right.

The time Song Nongmo lowered his head and sent a wechat message on his mobile phone, Bai Qianwan was already walking towards the wall.He hastily dragged him back and put his arms around his waist so as not to run around.

"Where are you going? This is the way home."

"Really?" Bai Qianwan looked suspicious.

Song Nongmo saw him drunk for the first time, and wanted to tease him with a itch.

"Do you still know who I am?"

"Song Nongmo."

"How much is this?"

"Nine?"