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After taking a short nap, Han Wei woke up on the woman's bed. Outside the window were loud human voices and hot music. There was only a layer of pink tulle between him and them.

The bed was soft and there was a strong smell of perfume everywhere.

This is the smell of that woman.

Han Wei took a deep breath, feeling a little bored, left some money and walked out the back door of this room.

At one or two o'clock in the morning, this street is still very lively.

Han Wei walked to an inconspicuous bar based on his memory, and the desire that had been dusty for a long time was clamoring in his heart.

He only struggled for a while and then calmly stepped into the door of the bar.

Han Wei bought what he wanted from the gangster who could be seen at a glance, a small bag of powder,

At the end of the street stood a dark construction site, and Han Wei ducked into it.

There was a very bright construction site light in the distance, he avoided it carefully, and entered a residential building that seemed to have been completed.

Surrounded by unpainted concrete walls, he hid in the impenetrable darkness and gained great psychological comfort.

Trembling, he took out the tin foil stolen from the woman who had just left from his pocket, and Han Wei poured the powder he bought from the gangster on the tin foil.

Almost frantically, he took out the lighter from his pocket.

There was silence all around, and Han Wei was dreaming and dying in his own world. Without human beings, this world would cease to exist.

The hallucinations made him shudder, more mesmerizing than a hundred orgasms.

This thing that had tortured him made him endlessly crazy, and it gave Han Wei a kind of deformed comfort on such a night.

……

The lights are on, the sound of taking pictures is endless, and the photographer keeps adjusting the angle to try to take the best picture.

The brightness of the spotlight made Ouyang Jian slightly uncomfortable. He quickened his pace and wanted to get out of the shooting area quickly, but he didn't want to run into Liang Liang who was in a hurry.

"Ouyang Jian?" Liang Liang made a surprised voice, "Why are you here?!"

She tossed her long hair back chicly, and Ouyang Jian narrowed her eyes a little.

"Well, I just received a business from this company and came over to confirm." Ouyang Jian helped his gold-rimmed glasses and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Miss Liang, I wonder if I can invite you to have a cup of coffee later?"

"Of course!"

The coffee shop downstairs not far away has a good atmosphere as always. There is slow jazz playing in the shop, and a strong coffee smell fills the space.

Ouyang Jian took a sip of the coffee in front of her and said, "I just met Zhou Yan last week, and now I see you again. It's really fate."

Liang Liang revealed a standard smirk.

In fact, when she was in college, she looked down on Ouyang Jian a little. Although he was quite handsome, he always gave people a sense of slowness and decay when he spoke and acted.And Liang Liang felt that he was hypocritical for no reason, and she didn't know where the idea came from.

"Yeah, haha." She lowered her head and took a sip of coffee, and fiddled with a strand of hair around her ear, trying to ease the embarrassment at the moment.

However, the person on the opposite side didn't notice it at all, instead they still cheerfully asked about her current situation.

"You and Zhou Yan were the golden boys and girls in our school when you were in school. We all thought that you would be together after graduation."

Ouyang Jian said these words unhurriedly, and smiled lightly to cover up her nervousness.

"Of course not!" Liang Liang raised her legs and said carelessly: "That old dog Zhou Yan doesn't like women, and besides, I don't like him either."

Ouyang Jian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the first half of the sentence, and frowned again after hearing the whole sentence, "What? Zhou Yan is..."

"Didn't he tell you?" Liang Liang took a sip of coffee, "In college, he came out with his family and made trouble at school. His father beat Zhou Yan to the hospital at that time. He hasn't been there for more than a month. Come to class."

"That's it." Ouyang Jian put the cup aside dully.

He knew that Zhou Yan didn't come to class, but he didn't think it was because of this.

"Zhou Yan was stubborn at the time, and I didn't usually see that he could be so tough," Liang Liang snapped off her fingernails, as if she had experienced a lot of wind and waves, "He could even quarrel with his father on the hospital bed, and even played with him on the day he was discharged from the hospital." Missing."

"What happened later?" Ouyang Jian asked.

"Later, he had a cold war with his family for about half a year, and he didn't live in the dormitory, so he came out to rent a small house of more than ten square meters." Liang Liang sighed and said, "At that time, I really felt sorry for him. Act like nothing happened."

"In the end, his parents finally compromised." Liang Liang said with a little emotion: "Yes, after all, he is his own son, which parent doesn't feel sorry for him."

Ouyang Jian exhaled slowly, "I don't know that he has experienced so many things."

"Yeah." Liang Liang put down her upturned Erlang legs, and said with a light smile, "You were reading a book all day long, and you could even take the wrong road. Where did you have the extra eyes to care about these things?"

Ouyang Jian smiled embarrassingly, with a long-lost blush on her face, "I'm a little curious why Zhou Yan had to confess at that time, wouldn't it be more confident to speak up after he became independent?"

Liang Liang tapped the small round table with her hand, and said bitterly, "That fool was so stupid that he was going to die at the time, and he had to count the money for being cheated!"

Zhou Yan, who was far away in the office, suddenly sneezed two or three times in a row.

what happened?

Zhou Yan took the paper towel on the table and wiped his nose vigorously. Could it be that the weather has been getting colder and colder these days, and he caught a cold again?

He shook his head. Sure enough, physical warmth is not enough, and he still has to persist in his daily morning jogging.

Thinking about it, Zhou Yan took out a booklet from the drawer, and prepared to copy down some important things.

When opening the booklet, a photo suddenly floated out and slowly fell to the ground. Zhou Yan bent down to pick it up.

The photo is a little yellowed, and Zhou Yan still has shoulder-length hair on it, with a face full of pride that belongs only to youth.

The boy next to him with his arms around him just smiled slightly, looking at Zhou Yan now through the years with gentle eyes.

tsk...

Zhou Yan frowned, when did you put it here?

He sighed, put the photos back into the booklet, locked the drawer, pulled the white paper beside him and started to write and draw.

"So, he talked with that man for a while, and Zhou Yan told his family in advance because of him?" Ouyang Jian took off his glasses, took out a handkerchief in his pocket and wiped it.

"Well," Liang Liang slammed the table angrily, "The result is that scumbag man proposed to break up later!"

"I want to slap that man twice when I talk about this matter now." Liang Liang angrily slapped the cup on the table, and the coffee in it splashed several drops on the table.

Ouyang Jian took a tissue to help her wipe it in a good-tempered manner, and muttered, "Now Zhou Yan is not the boy who needed to worry about back then."

Liang Liang pinned her broken hair back, and said with a little pride, "That is."

After finishing speaking, Liang Liang also felt baffled, why is she a bit like a proud old mother after her son's success? ?

"Yeah." Ouyang Jian nodded with a smile, then raised her hand to look at her watch, "It's getting late, I still have something to do at the law firm, it's a pleasure chatting with you today."

Liang Liang stood up knowingly and waved to Ouyang Jian.

"So, can I invite you out next time?" Ouyang Jian asked cautiously.

"I think so."

Han Yu's voice sounded calm and clear over the phone.

"Since the company feels that the live broadcast can bring more benefits, why don't I try it?"

Zhou Yan was a little surprised and was at a loss for words.

Originally, the leader asked him to improve the efficiency and dividends of the anchor, so he casually mentioned to Han Xie that he would show his face in the live broadcast in the future, but Han Xie immediately agreed, which made Zhou Yan a little unexpected.

"Should the duration be increased? Or will it remain the same?" Han Xie was talking to Zhou Yan with her mobile phone on her side, while she kept taking the customer's product to scan the QR code.

Zhou Yan paused for a moment and hurriedly said: "No change, the duration is still the same, just show your face."

Han Yu nodded, and was just about to hang up with Zhou Yan when a question came from him.

"Little bastard, is there something going on with you recently?" Zhou Yan frowned and turned the pen in two circles.

"No." Han Yu indifferently changed the phone in his hand to catch the phone that almost slipped from his neck.

"Then you promised me in a hurry, and you said something about extending the time." Zhou Yan tapped his hands on the table once and for a while, making rhythmic thumping sounds.

"You can't keep up with the night shift these days, and you want to extend the live broadcast time." Zhou Yan sat upright seriously, "Even if you are young, you are not so fast-paced. What should you do if you are exhausted? Don't you look at those sudden deaths on the Internet? of……"

"I see bro," Han Yu interrupted him, "I just want to earn more money, and see what I can do while I am young."

Zhou Yan was silent for a while, and suddenly remembered the years when he insisted on jumping to a game company to start over, so he worked hard, just like Han Yu.

"Don't talk about it brother, I still need to receive the cash here." Han Xi opened the cabinet at the cash register with a guilty conscience, and then quickly hung up the phone.

"Hey!" Zhou Yan was still a little uneasy when he heard the busy tone on the other end of the phone. He had followed Han Yu for so long, and he knew that Han Yu was not the kind of anchor who changed his live broadcast style for money.

He has relied on technology since the beginning of his live broadcast, so even if he is a little famous now, most of his fans are old fans.

Zhou Yan was a little confused. Looking at it now, either Han Xie suddenly wanted to transform, or he wanted to be popular and crazy.

But according to Zhou Yan's understanding of Han Yu, neither of these two seems to be possible.

Then what is he for?Zhou Yan clicked his tongue.

Uncle Cui said that it took two months for Han Xi to put all the goods on the shelves, so now relying on cashiers and live broadcasts must not be able to pay back the money on time.

Have to think of other ways.

Han Xi quickened the action in his hand, now I still have a deposit of [-] to [-] yuan, so I can call them first to delay a little time.

Soon it was evening, and Han Xi took the last bus back to the Internet cafe closest to home to start the live broadcast.

"Ahem, let's try a new live broadcast style today," Han Yu said, not daring to look at the camera, staring at the screen a little stiffly.

【. 】! ! !What did I see! ! !

[Egg tarts have eggs today] Oh my god!Han Shen's face blows me out!Fainting.jpg

[Gouduli Baozi] What are you doing with the screenshots, just stare blankly! !Funny.jpg

Han Xi glanced at the barrage, the screen was covered with flowers and gifts and the words could not be seen.

"Jumping to City Y today, let's go shoot." Han Yu said calmly, with a small arc drawn at the corners of his mouth.

[Doraemon has no A dream] Oh my god, fuck the technical fan, I'm Yan Fan, Yan Fan! !pretty bald.jpg

【. 】Fucking voice control fans, I am Yan Fan, Yan Fan! !

Zhou Yan, who was squatting in the live broadcast room on time, felt a little sour in his heart. This little killer really thought he was so handsome, cut...

【Pink Bubble】Han God!I want to give birth to monkeys for you!Hold you in my hands.jpg

Zhou Yan's brows became more and more wrinkled as the bullet screens were constantly being brushed up on the screen. How could the young girls and boys speak so carelessly? ?What kind of gibberish words are these?

So our old cadre Zhou Yan immediately painted ten planes for Han Xi, and the planes were filled with bright and colorful characters.

"Fuck you face powder! I'm Hanshen's talcum powder! Heh, woman.jpg"

The author has something to say: Oh, woman! The stupid author stammered.