He pulled out a clean bathrobe from the shelf and put it on casually. It was baggy and dripping from the clothes inside. Mr. Wu seemed to be oblivious, staring at the phone on the table for dozens of seconds, rarely making up his mind.
Inform Yin Ronglan that the way is not high-grade, and it goes against his behavior. But let it go, just now Chen Zhan's faintly mocking voice was still in his ears. Before making a decision, the body has already taken the lead, making out the phone uncontrollably—
Just this time. I meditate in my heart... so naive, there will be no next time.
Each beep is as long as a century.
"Which one?" The calm tone was the exact opposite of Chen Zhan's calm rebelliousness.
Mr. Wu gave up research on how two people with different personalities could get along, and cut to the chase: "Chen Zhan set up a book club, and many people came here because of their fame."
The last four words are particularly heavy.
Yin Ronglan didn't care who the tip was, and said without any disturbance, "I know."
Mr. Wu was slightly startled, and wanted to continue to open his mouth, he heard Yin Ronglan speak first: "I will sponsor the cost of the book club."
Chatting to death, the blue veins on Mr. Wu's hands were clearly exposed due to excessive force.
I was speechless for a while, then said for a while: "He and those little artists are friendly to me, but you don't..."
Before the words were finished, Yin Ronglan was too lazy to waste time, replied "make a fuss" and hung up the phone directly.
In the empty living room, Mr. Wu reacted for a while before putting down the mobile phone that was close to his ear... I can't imagine that some people advocate true love in front of the media on weekdays, and even go abroad for their honeymoon... So indiscreet in private.
Cursing 'shameless' in a low voice, went to the tea room and tried to calm down by making tea.
Air can transmit smells, but not emotions. The depression in his heart did not affect Chen Zhan at all.
In a small room, everyone was drinking fruit wine, talking and laughing. Interestingly, the purpose of their approach to Chen Zhan was to show their faces in the article. When this utilitarianism was evident, the communication went smoothly.
Chen Zhan wrote hidden poems to several of them, looked at the sky outside, and said with a smile, "My family is here to pick me up."
The sound of the tail has not dissipated, and the sound of a car wheel pressing over the speed bump came from outside. Yin Ronglan smiled faintly at everyone after entering the house. Most of them nodded in response, but they were obviously not in a relaxed state when facing Chen Zhan.
There is no lack of coolness in summer nights. The moment he walked out, Chen Zhan couldn't help shaking his shoulders. Fortunately, the car was parked nearby, and the radio inside was still playing. After receiving praise for a long time, when I heard the host's serious voice, I felt as if I had passed away.
"How did you find the inspiration?" Yin Ronglan asked while making sure he fastened his seat belt.
Chen Zhan laughed: "There are only one appearance in the world in front of me."
What he wanted to see was the rendered big dye vat, or the superior history of the unscrupulous, not a group of people who were more naive to compete in front of him.
Yin Ronglan kept an eye on Chen Zhan from the corner of his eye. Regardless of the tone of his speech, he was clearly organized and logically smooth. He could not see the impact of the concussion at all, let alone amnesia.
That night, shortly after falling asleep, Yin Ronglan was suddenly pushed down by Chen Zhan: "I had a nightmare."
Yin Ronglan patted him on the back.
Chen Zhan: "I dreamed that An Leng died."
Yin Ronglan: "Don't be afraid, it's not a nightmare, it's real."
Chen Zhan: "...How did he die?"
Yin Ronglan pondered for a moment and said solemnly, "It's not your fault anyway."
Trusting him, Chen Zhanping lay down and went back to sleep. But two hours later, I woke up in a nightmare.
Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Yin Ronglan seriously considered whether to cook something to calm the nerves.
Chen Zhan murmured with a wry smile: "I dreamed of something outrageous. I helped Lin Chiang propose marriage in a variety show."
Yin Ronglan hugged him gently: "It's just a reappearance, don't worry about it."
This sentence probably played a role. In the second half of the night, Chen Zhan still couldn't sleep soundly, but he didn't wake up from a nightmare again. Waking up a little early the next day, Yin Ronglan had already packed up and was ready to go out. Hearing the movement, he smiled and said, "Sleep a little longer."
Chen Zhan shook his head, obviously his memory was gradually recovering, and summed up: "It turns out that I have had a good few months... wonderful."
Yin Ronglan left with a meaningful look, while Chen Zhan stayed in the room and continued to write the script. Participating in the banquet gained little, but it was small enough for him to write a paragraph.
[System: Isn't the host going to clean up the stranded people?]
As a brain sojourner, it is the first to feel the existence of Chen Zhan's memory recovery... If your brain is ready, why don't you hurry to work
Chen Zhan: "Let him guide himself first."
By the way, I asked Lin Chiang and the law enforcers if they had come up with a better way. Chen Zhan lifted the sheet, took out a leaflet from underneath, and smiled slowly at the corner of his mouth.
[System: Are you not afraid of being discovered by hiding here?]
Chen Zhan's smile remained unchanged: "It's dark under the lights."
Staring at the top for a long time, he walked to the side and sat down. He told Yin Ronglan that he would participate in the book club activities after seven o'clock every night. In fact, the offline meeting was once a week. He wanted to use this time to do something else. matter.
More than a pair of eyes staring at Chen Zhan in the dark. The gossip media will occasionally come to squat and try to take explosive pictures. Chen Zhan's lover is a man, so as long as he brings other men and women to the villa, he can make a big fuss. On the other hand, Mr. Wu also hired someone to follow him, but unfortunately he didn't dare to be too obvious, but just paid attention to the travel trajectory.
In recent days, Chen Zhan's whereabouts are obviously strange.
Every night at seven o'clock, there is a rental car waiting at the door on time. It seems that the two sides have been employed for a period of time. The driver's driving level is extremely high, and he can often get rid of the stalker.
When Mr. Wu received the news, his interest was aroused.
"Tomorrow I will follow in person."
It was night, seven o'clock, in the same taxi.
Mr. Wu rode a motorcycle and followed him not far or near. There were reporters covering the front, and he moved more freely.
The reporter was quickly lost. He exchanged the tracking props and easily grasped Chen Zhan's movements.
"Ignorance." Ye Feng seemed to be able to invade through the helmet. Mr. Wu looked at the vehicle in front of him like a knife. Chen Zhan was sitting on a golden mountain, but he seldom exchanged his whitewash value for props. If he learns to be flexible, he might be able to stand on top of the world.
The taxi stopped at a corner, and the cars in the previous section blocked into a long queue. Chen Zhan chose to walk the last distance.
Mr. Wu followed him into an old building. There were obvious cracks in the wall outside. Only the word "Fly" was left on the sign at the top, and the remaining ones were long unrecognizable.
Entering is the elevator, and there is an iron door outside the stairs, which is locked, which is beyond Mr. Wu's expectations. Such a narrow passage, almost as soon as he entered, he had a face-to-face with Chen Zhan.
"What a coincidence." The initial surprise was well concealed in the moment when he lowered his eyes, and a smile appeared on Chen Zhan's face: "I can meet you here."
Seeing that the elevator door was about to close, Mr. Wu stepped in without embarrassment next to him: "Look at you being sneaky, did you start another cult?"
Chen Zhan was helpless: "Please don't speculate about the book club with your dirty thoughts."
When the elevator reached the third floor, the two went down one after the other. Mr. Wu glanced at the side: "Why are the stairs not allowed?"
Chen Zhan really answered: "The first and second floors are for business, and the fourth floor is an Internet cafe. There was a theft incident before, so it was locked."
Mr. Wu narrowed his eyes: "What do you do on the third floor?"
While speaking, his eyes flashed over the bag behind Chen Zhan.
The light in the corridor is not too bright, and walking in has a feeling of drowsiness.
There was a water dispenser on the table at the entrance. Someone was fetching water. Hearing the footsteps, he looked up and looked at him. He seemed to know Chen Zhan and smiled.
Chen Zhan smiled back and went into the room.
The people inside vary in age, some read books, and some discuss problems. Chen Zhan sat on the seat, took out his book, picked up the thermos cup, and prepared to go out to collect water.
"Night school?" Mr. Wu asked.
Chen Zhan nodded: "It is necessary to improve yourself."
Mr. Wu frowned. He didn't even have a brand. Even if it was opened in such a place, it didn't look like he had formal education qualifications.
Chen Zhan seemed to see through his confusion, and shrugged indifferently: "It's cheap, as well as classmates."
Don't ask questions just because you're an internet celebrity.
Mr. Wu casually opened the book that Chen Zhan placed on the table, and there were dense notes on it, standardizing the style of the students.
Just then, a middle-aged fat man walked in and was stunned when he saw the unfamiliar face.
Chen Zhan helped out: "A friend of mine wants to try a class."
When he got the water and came in, Mr. Wu found a stool from behind and sat on the side, reconfirmed that it was indeed a place for teaching and educating people, with an unpredictable expression: "Are you doing human affairs?"
On the one hand, he forcibly lowers the IQ of others, but in private he is secretly arming himself with knowledge.
Chen Zhan reviewed the content of the last class and said seriously: "I have always had a college dream in my heart."
At first, Mr. Wu didn't take this sentence to heart. He suddenly thought that he also relied on the system to come to a different world, and his eyes changed immediately: "Before crossing... You didn't even go to university?"
A rare shyness appeared on Chen Zhan's face: "Failed in the college entrance examination, and the junior colleges are better, but they can't afford it."
"… "
How many times has he lost the battle against such a person!
Chen Zhan was curious: "Did you go to university?"
"Waste..." The last word was not uttered after all. Mr. Wu felt that his years of upbringing would be ruined by such a bastard.
When I want to say something later, the teacher has already called the students in the corridor and started to teach.
According to Mr. Wu's education, these contents are only pediatrics. Out of the corner of the eye, he catches a glimpse of Chen Zhan listening to it with relish, and sometimes he falls into deep thought, apparently because he didn't understand somewhere.
During the break, Chen Zhan was not ashamed to ask questions, and asked Mr. Wu personally.
Looking at such a curious face, he couldn't tell whether it was acting or being real. Mr. Wu didn't want to waste any more time and was ready to get up and leave. Feeling resistance, he looked back at the person holding him: "What to do?"
Chen Zhan: "If you leave now, the teacher will think that his class is boring."
Mr. Wu sneered, not believing that putting yourself in other people's shoes would be related to such people.
Chen Zhan: "The teacher is in a bad mood, which will affect teaching and indirectly benefit me."
"What if I insist on leaving?"
Chen Zhan said word by word: "Trust me, you don't want to."
After a few seconds of silence, Mr. Wu weighed it again and again, not wanting to completely tear his face immediately, and sat down again.
During this meditation, I made a new discovery. I accidentally saw that when Chen Zhan opened the notebook, the first page was the class schedule. It can be seen clearly in one glance and ten lines: in addition to the basic courses, there are also equestrian and shooting courses, indicating that he is 'learning art' in different places.
Chen Zhan's face was as usual, but he actually wanted to use the period of time when Mr. Wu and the law enforcers were trapped in Dancing with Demons to learn more and improve themselves. Then he opened the topic and said: "I have never gone to college, let alone looking for a job. I have never seen the cruelty of society..."
Unusually chattering for a long time, the center is one: he must seize the opportunity of crossing, study hard, and improve every day.
The author has something to say: Mr. Wu: God made you travel through, and the bonus system gave you inexhaustible whitewashing value... But you hurry up to go to night school
Chen Zhan (beautiful): Only knowledge will not abandon me.