dark white star

Zhou Yan didn't know what was wrong with him, and drove all the way to a place more than ten kilometers away from his home in the middle of the night, just for Han Yu's "I miss you."

It's crazy.

Zhou Yan turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a little bit. When he came out, he was in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to pick up his coat.

Han Xie glanced at the security room, there was still a clear light in the small window, he bent down quietly, and skipped the automatic door of the school lightly.

He used to do this a lot when he was in high school, and he is still familiar with it now.

On spring nights, the air often exudes a vibrant fragrance. Han Xie sniffed and stood on the empty road, looking forward to the south.

After being with Zhou Yan, Han Yu's attitude was always ambiguous, he was the one who took the initiative, and he never clearly expressed his inner thoughts.

Until Zhou Mu's appearance, there were still those words.Han Yu was completely aware of Zhou Yan's position in his heart.

Han Xie likes him, wants him, longs for him to have only herself in his heart.

Desire is like a simple and rough straight line, just like now, I miss someone like crazy from my heart.

The kind of longing that was engraved into the bone marrow made Han Xie put aside all kinds of other things, put aside all kinds of concerns, and found a heart that was hidden in him.

He straightened up slowly, and walked to the middle of the road, where there was a car with double flashing lights, and the person with whom he had a deep bond was loaded in the car.

Han Yu jogged up.

Under the dome of the sky, starlight spread all over, Han Yu stepped forward with all his courage to run towards the person, opened his arms towards him, and warmed his arms.

"Isn't it cold?" Han Yu snuggled into Zhou Yan's arms and whispered.

"Cold." Zhou Yan squeezed her arms a little tighter, "Holding you won't be cold."

Love is really a wonderful thing. It can make people sink and make people sober, let people take off their disguise, and make people put on a mask.But the only thing that remains the same is the throbbing in my heart, the flame ignited by another person, the burning hope in my chest.

Holding Han Yu in his arms, Zhou Yan suddenly understood why he came here.

"Ahem," Han Wei wiped his nose while pouring boxes of licorice slices into a large container for further purification.

The little man next to him reminded: "The one over there is not finished yet."

Han Wei rolled his eyes at him, angrily went to the place where the goods were piled up and moved another box.

The little man coughed and sat down on the ground, clutching his chest.

"If it wasn't for that little thing," he started rambling again, "this is really not a human life."

"Stop complaining, Lai Pitou." Wan Liang took off his gloves and went to the table to take a sip of water: "If you can pay back what you owed us before, you don't have to work so hard."

The little man called Lai Pitou spat on the ground, "Who doesn't know that you are the ones who make money, and we are here to die..."

Han Wei also stopped what he was doing, and listened to them quietly. He hadn't been here for a long time, and Lai Pitou was earlier than him. This person seemed enthusiastic and honest, but in fact, he was full of fools in his heart.

Just hearing him complaining and complaining, he started to change the topic: "I said Wan Liang, you are also involved anyway, how come that Wei Wei can sit and count money, you have to come here to suffer."

Wan Liang was stunned for a moment, and his face collapsed immediately, "Stop talking, don't you want to go out?"

The little man rolled his eyes, stuck out his tongue secretly, he really couldn't turn over if he was used to being a dog.

Wan Liang fell into deep thought in the rising chemical fumes.

In the beginning, he did abandon those brothers in the lower city out of loyalty, after all, Wei Wei had saved his life.

Wei Wei is a person he can trust, after all, people who can escape in this era must have two brushes.

But why is it like this now?

Wan Liang shook his head, thinking that it was a bit silly for him to take money from his brothers and leave.

He kind of misses the days of flying around in the lower city, swinging the wooden stick in his hand for some trivial matter, the little brother who would be startled by a little wind and grass, and... that he At the first glance, I found a boy who was different from the others.

Han Xi was the least gangster-like gangster he had seen in so many years.

His eyes are like sharp blades, but they always seem to have a warm glow in his eyes. When he becomes ruthless, he can kill his life, but in a blink of an eye, he can carefully put the jar on the edge of the trash can, so that the old people who pick up the trash don't have to worry about it. Reach out vigorously.

He still remembered the look in Han Yu's eyes when he told him to stop, at that time he knew that this person could not be kept.

So he sent people to smash Han Yu's house.

After all, it is a bit humane, Wan Liang sighed.

As for the current situation, he looked around the gloomy and dilapidated small shed, put on his gloves silently, and tried not to regret the choice he made.

Wan Liang looked up, and then lowered his head to continue his work. The little man next to him took all this into his eyes and showed a sinister smile.

Under Han Yu's repeated urging, Zhou Yan finally planned to leave. Before he left, he still babbled a lot, so Han Yu could only smile politely and stuff Zhou Yan into the car.

"... Remember to make a phone call every day," Zhou Yan poked his head out of the car window.

Han Xie sighed and said, "Okay, okay, I'm not a child."

It wasn't until the taillights of the car disappeared at the end of the road that Han Xie looked away, rubbed her sore eyes, and quietly climbed over the wall and returned to school.

The access control of the dormitory is quite late, but the door has been locked now.Han Xie found Huang Chong's cell phone number saved in the morning and called him.

Soon people came, Huang Chong opened the door for him in pajamas, and Han Yu said thank you.

"God Han, why did you come back so late?" Huang Chong asked while holding the flashlight in his phone.

"Um, I borrowed the computer room of the school to live broadcast." Han Yu touched her cool earlobe and said, "Don't call me God Han, just call me by my name."

"Oh, good," Huang Chong scratched his head and said, "Can we still enter the computer room at our school so late?"

"Well, I handed in the application when school started." Han Yu chatted with him all the way up the stairs. When he opened the door, the dormitory was still brightly lit. The other two people who Han Yu hadn't greeted were holding their phones and yelling. Phew, it looked like it was going to fight all night.

When Han Xi and the others came in, they didn't even give them a superfluous look, and he didn't bother to respond, and planned to go to bed after taking a shower.

As a result, when he was going to bed, Han Xi saw a sock that was randomly thrown in the corner of his bed.

"Whose is this?" Han Yu pinched the sock with great reluctance and said.

As a result, no one paid attention to him, and the two sitting on their stools seemed to have not heard him.

"It's not mine." Huang glanced at it when he rushed down to charge, "It's theirs." He pouted angrily in the direction of the two people over there.

Han Yu asked again, but still no one answered, so she put the socks on the ground.

"Who the hell threw my socks on the floor?" A tall boy covered with acne marks yelled, "Aren't you looking for a pump?"

Han Yu raised her head from the pile of books and said, "I asked twice yesterday, but no one answered me."

The boy was a bit wronged, he curled his lips and picked up the socks, the handsome boy chewing gum next to him looked at Han Yu with a playful look, then smiled and said to the boy with acne scars: "Li Hong, you are too sloppy Bar……"

Han Xi raised her eyes and exchanged glances with "Chewing Gum", then lowered her head and continued her preview.

The screen lit up, it was a message from Wang Xia.

Han Xie crossed out the photo of a familiar man on the lock screen and sent him a message back. When she lowered her head, she didn't notice that there were still a pair of eyes watching the situation closely.

"Gao Chonghong, what are you looking at?" Li Hong came out of the toilet after washing his hands, and raised his chin at him, "Going to eat?"

"Well, I didn't see anything." Gao Chonghong wrapped the gum with his tongue and blew a small bubble, "Go to the third floor?"

After Zhou Yan finished his day's work, he called his mother and asked what the soup that Zhou Mu had stewed before was called.

"Isn't it? He's studying hard now." Zhou Yan took a pen to write down the ingredients while chatting with his mother: "Simmer on high heat for half an hour and turn to low heat?"

"Well, you remember to wash the chicken," Ms. Li Zhenfang never thought that one day her eldest son would be able to sit down and discuss with herself whether to use a low or high fire for stewing soup. After all, in Zhou's mother's cognition , Zhou Yan belongs to the kind who never takes care of others.

"Pay attention to your soup," Zhou's mother said, "after it's stewed, have a taste first."

"Yes." Zhou Yan was already planning which supermarket to go shopping.

Mother Zhou added abruptly, "Don't poison Xiaoxiu by then."

The fruit tea that Zhou Yan just drank almost vomited out, "Is it okay if your son is poisoned?"

Zhou's mother said slowly: "So I told you not to try it, or how about I stew it and give it to you?"

"No, it's not the same." Zhou Yan tore off the written note, folded it into a small note, and carefully put it in his pocket.

"What's the difference?" Mother Zhou asked.

Zhou Yan got up and went downstairs to drive. He said while walking, "The meaning is different."

The white smoke rising from the kitchen gave Zhou Yan a sense of peace of mind, just doing something for that person with his own hands would give him a sense of satisfaction, Zhou Yan thought.

"I just said that Han looks familiar!" Li Hong was so excited that he almost broke his chopsticks, "It's him, right, that HAN."

"Well," Gao Chonghong lightly tapped his own plate to calm Li Hong down, "I didn't know there was such a streamer before, after all, I don't play that game very often."

"I know he's because of that hot search." Gao Chonghong put down his chopsticks with his white and slender fingers, picked up the bowl and took a sip of the soup.

"Damn it, I know that, and someone showed me the picture," Li Hong said with a look of vomiting, "It's too disgusting. As soon as I saw him, I knew that this kind of person should not be associated with him."

Gao Chonghong smiled and said nothing, Li Hong next to him was still sighing, he took out a tissue and wiped his hands slowly, then picked up the empty plate and said: "We should go."

Li Hong nodded, followed Gao Chonghong out of the cafeteria, but when he looked up, Han Yu and Wang Chong pushed open the door and were about to enter.

The four eyes met, and they were speechless for a moment.

Wang Chong smiled awkwardly and said, "You are here too."

"Well," Gao Chonghong gave Han Xi a meaningful look and said, "Yes."

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