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The cell phone rang suddenly, and Han Yu staggered in fright, and when he jumped forward, he hit Zhou Yan's chin.

"Brother, are you alright?" Han Yu supported Zhou Yan's shoulders and stood up straight, quickly holding Zhou Yan's face to look carefully.

"No, no, no," Zhou Yan rubbed the tooth marks accidentally gnawed by Han Yu, dumbfounded, "Hurry up and answer the phone."

"Oh, good." Zhou Yan couldn't help laughing at the way Han Yu grabbed the phone and ran to the balcony to escape.

"Hello, Mom?" Han Yu forgot to take his coat when he came out, and the wind on the balcony was a bit fierce, so he couldn't help but hugged his arm.

"What's the matter?" Han Yu felt that something was wrong, he looked back at Zhou Yan who was holding the red bayberry in the living room, and closed the glass door on the balcony worriedly.

"That's right," Liu Xiaorong's voice sounded a little nervous, and she paced back and forth in the narrow room.

"You, have you received any strange calls recently?" Liu Xiaorong said.

Han Yu frowned and said, "What strange phone call? Please explain clearly."

"That's right..." Liu Xiaorong bit her lips hard, clenched her fists and said, "Did that bastard Han Wei come to you?"

Han Yu obviously paused, and he slowly squatted down and said, "Well, he called."

Liu Xiaorong felt that the blood all over her body became cold.

A few years ago, she personally sent her son out of this hell. Unexpectedly, a few years later, it was because of her that Han Yu stood in front of the abyss again and was in danger.

Liu Xiaorong clenched the phone tightly, "No matter what he said, you must not promise that he heard it? Huh?"

Han Yu's eyes dimmed, and he sighed inaudibly and said, "Well, I see."

"Got it? No matter what he wants, he can't agree to it," Liu Xiaorong's eyes seemed to be bleeding, and the scar on his arm was painful: "That person is simply a beast..."

The sound of police|cars outside came from far and near, and Han Xie felt his head was going to explode.

His mother's words brought him back to that cold night many years ago, with endless fear and insult, and the surrounding scenery seemed to be spinning.

"...Mom, don't talk about it, I know it well." Han Xi pressed his temple with his left hand vigorously, and the bursts of tingling pain forced him back to his senses.

Liu Xiaorong gave a few more instructions before hanging up the phone, but Han Yu didn't listen at all. After hanging up the phone, she stood outside for a few minutes, blowing the cold wind for a long time before returning to the room.

"Have you finished?" Zhou Yan smiled at him, and found that Han Yu's face was a bit uneasy.

"What's the matter?" He took Han Yu's hand, and found that Han Yu's hand was unbearably cold, so he hurriedly said, "Come here, put my stomach warm."

"No need," Han Yu took two steps back as if startled, her face became even more difficult to look, "No need, I'll go back to my room and sit for a while..."

Zhou Yan slowly sat back on his seat, feeling a little hurt.

Obviously it was quite natural to kiss just now, so after answering the phone call, he changed back to the original unkind little bastard?

Han Yu sat on the bed and slowly recovered.

I don't know why, but every time he comes into contact with people from the past, he will become like this. Is it really because the shadow left by the previous things is too big?

Han Yu smiled wryly, adjusted his state and opened the live broadcast room.

After all, those who have been exposed to darkness yearn for light more than anyone else.

The bar at six o'clock in the morning looks a bit bleak, most people have gone home exhausted, a few are still crooked on the sofa or bar, muttering to themselves only they know.

Wu Zai was humming a song at the bar, chewing the gum in his mouth, and blowing out a small pink bubble from time to time.

He polished a wine glass to shine, and admired the reflection in his recently dyed green hair.

beautiful!

Wu Zai whistled in a good mood.

The door was pushed open suddenly, and a middle-aged man walked in against the light.

The man is not too tall, and belongs to the medium type. Apart from the mottled scars on his face that has gone through vicissitudes, he can still see his youthful delicacy against the light.

He walked up to Wu Zai and sat down on a high stool.

In just a few months of smoking, Han Wei's cheeks had sunken deeply. His sallow complexion and high protruding cheekbones further accentuated the malicious cloudiness of his eyes.

Han Wei picked up a wiped cup and looked at it carefully, and said casually: "The person you introduced to me is really too expensive, is there any stock today?"

Wu Zai spit out the chewing gum and stuck it on the board under the bar. He poured Han Wei a glass of wine and said, "I have a little today."

Wu Zai took out a small bag of powder from his shoe, and continued, "There is nothing you can do about being expensive. The risk of doing this is getting bigger and bigger now. The one I introduced to you is also behind the case."

Han Wei's eyes lit up obviously after seeing the small package of things. He ground his teeth, revealing his terrifying desire nakedly.

"He used to specialize in this, but he has a lot of contacts, and he has more goods than mine." Wu Zai put the things in front of Han Wei and shook them, but didn't give them to him.

Han Wei's hand that was about to grab it was held down by Wu Zai, and he seemed a little annoyed; "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting," Wu Zai smiled obsequiously, and deliberately put the small transparent bag around his fingertips, making Han Wei's teeth itch.

"I just want to tell you, brother, that business is difficult." Wu Tsai inadvertently rubbed the thumb and index finger of the other hand up and down twice, his smile trembling.

Han Wei scolded Gou Niang in his heart, but there was a smile on his mouth, "I know, I will give you this number this time."

Han Wei stretched out his five fingers, and Lumao stretched out his hand in satisfaction.

With a bang, the door was suddenly violently knocked open, and three or five strong men dressed in social clothes broke in. Han Wei snatched the things from Wu Zai's hand, jumped into the bar with a leap, and five Zai Zai was so frightened that he was shaking like a sieve.

The burly man at the head glanced at the bar with a stick in his hand, and led people towards the bar.

Han Wei calmly touched the powder in his hand to the board under the bar - there was chewing gum that the green-haired gangster had just eaten on it.

Han Wei pressed the thing onto the chewing gum hard, and the transparent packaging bag was firmly stuck to it.

He himself took the rag from the side and stood beside him with a look of horror.

Wu Zai was quickly taken out, Han Wei pulled the things out from under the table, turned around and left the bar.

This person will disappear for a while.

Han Wei smiled, weighed the small packaging bag in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth and whistled for a while, and quickly walked out of the end of the alley.

A month has passed by in a flash, and the city that has just finished the New Year is still in a lazy state, waiting for the fresh blood from all directions to fill itself in a few days, and resume the busy and energetic days of the past.

The house Han Yu rented here was about to fall into ashes. During this period of time, Zhou Yan stuck to him whenever he had something to do and tried every means to keep him in his home.

Han Yu can be regarded as seeing through Zhou Yan, an old fox, who behaves one way after another, and he can't stand the cunning.

Han Yu shook her head helplessly, poured all the fried chestnuts peeled by Zhou Yan into her mouth, and said vaguely: "Change to another station, this one doesn't look very good."

Anyway, after such a long time, Han Yu didn't even bother to call out his brother, and sometimes he would call Zhou Yan's name directly when he was in a hurry.

"What are you watching? Choose a movie." Zhou Yan handed over the remote control, peeling chestnuts non-stop, and put them on Han Yu's stomach for his convenience.

Originally, Han Yu never had the habit of lying on the sofa and watching TV when he was alone, but now that someone is used to it, he developed a lot of bad habits all of a sudden.

He clapped his hands, straightened himself up on the sofa, took the remote control and started flipping through the movies. Zhou Yan sat beside him and watched him pick the movies, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

"Look at this, this should be quite funny." Han Yu pulled the pillow next to her, and got a little closer to Zhou Yan.

I don't know if it's because of this man's regular exercise or something else, but Zhou Yan's body is several times warmer than Han Yu's. Of course, it can't be ruled out that Zhou Yan also wears thick long johns at home.

Han Xie was born with cold hands and feet, and in winter he would be frozen in whatever he wore. Now Zhou Yan forced him to wear all kinds of sweaters and warm clothes... Drinking health-preserving goji berries and angelica, the situation improved a little.

Zhou Yan pulled Han Yu's hand over and put it in his own, and covered him with his palm to keep him warm.

Han Yu still struggled a bit at first, he was really not used to being too intimate with others, but Zhou Yan firmly clamped his hands, so he gave up resisting, and only lazily made up at the end. The previous sentence: "One hundred."

The ice outside has not completely melted, and the wind is still blowing bluffly. The warm light from Zhou Yan's house makes people feel very warm.

Han Yu leaned sideways on Zhou Yan's body slightly, the newly bought sweater was soft and comfortable, he couldn't help rubbing his cheek on Zhou Yan's shoulder, like a clingy kitten.

Zhou Yan leaned his head over, pressed his ears on Han Yu's slightly red ear tips, lowered his voice and said, "You have only repaid me one thousand and two now, what about the remaining ninety-eight thousand and eight hundred? "

Han Yu didn't take his eyes off the TV, but panicked in his heart: "I gave you a total of more than 1 yuan last month, including the salary from the supermarket and the live broadcast, and I will definitely be able to pay it back later."

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, and said fiercely, "What about the interest? Huh?"

"Where did you get the interest?" While speaking, Han Xi secretly wanted to pull his hand out, but it was a pity that someone was faster than him.

Zhou Yan quickly pressed Han Yu's hand, and played hooliganically for a while.

The little turtle in the glass tank in the living room slowly floated up from the bottom of the water, taking a breath of relief.The turbid and flexible eyeballs turned more than half a circle, and finally fixed on the two fuzzy figures on the sofa that were almost glued together.

"Gulu Gulu..." The little turtle spit out a few bubbles silently, then closed his eyes and sank to the bottom of the water.

"When did you say this number?" After a month, Han Wei lost a lot of weight, and the light in his eyes almost went out. He blocked the door angrily, otherwise Wan Liang would finish his sentence.

"I said the price is the price," Wan Liang took the cigarette out of his mouth slowly, and puffed on Han Wei's forehead, "If you can't get it out, there is nothing you can do."

Han Wei gritted his teeth bitterly.

Ever since that green-haired bastard disappeared, Wan Liang could only be turned to every time he needed it.Helplessly, they increased the fare too wildly, and the money that Han Wei had saved for a short time suddenly bottomed out.

"Wait a little longer," Han Wei saw that he was about to close the door, and became anxious all of a sudden. He swore with his almost bony hands: "Tomorrow, I will give you the money immediately tomorrow, and give me the things."

Wan Liang thought for a moment, Han Wei's broken voice due to long-term smoking made him really uncomfortable. He licked his molars, and threw the things to Han Wei impatiently.

Han Wei picked up the things on the ground like a mad dog, put them under his nose and smelled them intoxicated for a long time.

Wan Liang spat thick phlegm on the ground, and looked at Han Wei with contempt for his inhuman and ghostly appearance.

"Tomorrow, just one day, hurry up." Wan Liang slammed the door behind him, and red iron filings rustled down.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow!

The author said arrogantly while grabbing the few hairs.