Walking out of the deserted building, out of the silence, the night market was full of hustle and bustle. Yan Yu wore a black short-sleeved t-shirt and casually draped his jacket over his shoulders. He lowered his head and smoked a cigarette. When he went downstairs, he ordered a handful of meat at the barbecue stall. skewered, squatting on the side of the road and waiting.
Xun Chuan stood quietly beside him, with a little scarlet in his eyes that could not fade away in the future. The night wind blew by, but he couldn't make any waves in his body.
I forgot when, the two of them also squatted on the side of the road all night. For no reason, Xun Chuan used to go to the same bar and find the same person for a drink. However, when Yan Yu was not there that day, he found it all the way.
The night was thick and people came and went. In order to hide the landlord from collecting rent, Yan Yu was still wandering on the street in the middle of the night. The night in the midsummer was extremely hot. He bought a few cans of cold beer and sat by the roadside, but he never wanted to be touched by Xun Chuan. Got a right.
The streets here are narrow and congested, and there are endless pedestrians. For some reason, Xun Chuan saw him at a glance and walked quietly behind Yan Yu. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to kick him, but Yan Yu grabbed his ankle instead, and one did not stand. fell to the ground.
"Fuck, you have eyes on the back of your head!" Xun Chuan bared his teeth in pain, and all the pedestrians looked over.
When Yan Yu heard his voice, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and turned his head: "Why are you?"
"I went to the bar and didn't find you. Your brother said you lived here, so I came here." Xun Chuan stroked the overly long bangs up, not at all feeling how strange his behavior was, he patted the Ash, not too dirty, sat down directly on the side of the road.
Yan Yu seemed a little speechless, and glanced at him: "Why are you looking for me, I owe you money?"
Xun Chuan glared: "You fucking bullshit, the last time you drank was settled by the young master!"
Yan Yu stopped talking, bit his cigarette and laughed softly, his shoulders twitched, Xun Chuan only felt the pain in his butt that he fell just now, and he couldn't sit well, so he kept adjusting his sitting position, and his brows became a ball.
Yan Yu looked over with interest, and half of his face fell into the light and shadow, adding a bit of gloomy romance: "You will make me misunderstand what bad things you have done."
Xun Chuan gave him a middle finger, his eyebrows arrogant: "What are you hanging out on the street in the middle of the night, there are mosquitoes everywhere."
Yan Yu raised his finger and pointed upstairs, and said as usual: "My life is bitter, I was kicked out without money to pay the rent, so I can only sleep on the street."
"Then you go to my house,"
Xun Chuan said without thinking, "Go home with me."
…
The smoke from the barbecue stall drifted far away, mixed with the faint smell of meat and cumin, which suddenly pulled people's thoughts back. The boss neatly sprinkled the seasoning, held the stick and shook it on the grill, three or two. After packing it up, he shouted with vigour, "Xiao Yan, your barbecue is ready!"
Yan Yu always came here to buy meat skewers. He was a regular customer. When he heard the words, he put out the cigarette butts and got up to pay the bill. Xun Chuan was standing under the shade of a tree, watching him quietly. come out to find a substitute.
Yan Yu carried the packing box and looked under the shade of the tree. Xun Chuan followed. He glanced at the wound on the back of Yan Yu's hand, lowered his eyes, and said nothing, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Yan Yu didn't buy much. He ate while walking. When he got to the door of the house, there was only one iron stick left. He opened the door with the key, and threw the stick into the trash can in the corner. Holding a pillow in his arms, he turned over and didn't move.
After a while, the sound of his shallow breathing could be heard in the room.
Xun Chuan floated over and found that Yan Yu had fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and his eyes couldn't help moving to the back of his hand, where there was a row of sharp tooth marks, and the black air lingered, which prevented it from scabbing for a long time.
Xun Chuan glanced again and again, and finally raised his hand to cover it, sucking in the black air little by little, and when he left, Yan Yu's hand had returned to its original state.
Xun Chuan clenched his palm quietly, and finally loosened his frown.
Yan Yu always fell asleep for a while. After squinting for a long time, he woke up again. He turned over on the bed and found a person sitting at the end of the bed. He was watching TV with his back to him with the remote control in his hand, and the screen was beating silently. .
The TV has not been used for a long time, and the signal is not good when it is wet. There are only a few stations coming and going. Yan Yu yawned, leaned behind Xun Chuan, pressed the volume button on the remote control in his hand, and the sound came out. .
Xun Chuan didn't look back and continued to watch TV. His back was thin and he could even see the outline of a few bones. When he didn't speak, he looked a little obedient and obedient, and he couldn't see the slightest hysteria.
Yan Yu casually stroked the top of his head, then got out of bed and put on his shoes, Xun Chuan looked at him without a trace, and saw that he was squatting in front of the closet looking for pajamas. .
Yan Yu put his clothes on his shoulders, and when he entered the bathroom, he glanced at Xun Chuan, which happened to meet his line of sight.
Yan Yu said, "I'm going to take a bath."
Xun Chuan did not speak.
Yan Yu pointed at him: "Don't peek."
Who is rare.
Xun Chuan retracted his gaze, changed the station, and deliberately made the sound louder to cover up the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. At this moment, the wardrobe door suddenly made a squeak and squeaked, and then fell down a pile. clothing.
Xun Chuan quietly looked over.
The wardrobe door was originally broken, and there was not much room for it. Yan Yu was too lazy to fold it, so he directly wrapped it into a ball and stuffed it inside. If there were too many piles, it would easily fall over. Xun Chuan hesitated, but floated over to pick up the clothes on the ground. up, and then put it back in.
"Whoa-"
The clothes fell down again.
Xun Chuan was a little irritable, so he shoved it inside, but it didn't take long, and the clothes began to fall out again. He could only wrap his clothes in resentment and threw them all on the bed.
Ghosts like dark corners, and there are six gossip townhouse copper coins lying quietly in the four corners of the wardrobe. Xun Chuan thought it was Yan Yu's clothes pockets that fell out of his pockets.
The copper coins have been put away for a long time and have long since lost their effectiveness. They can only deter some low-level resentful spirits. Xun Chuan remembered that Yan Yu's ghost hunters were all put in the drawer, and he reached out and opened the drawer.
The first layer was full of books, and the second layer was filled with ghost-killing money swords and peach wood swords, so he put the copper coins into the third drawer.
Everyone is curious, and ghosts are no exception. Xun Chuan could feel the lightness of the drawer on the fourth floor, as if nothing was loaded, so he could not help but open it and look, but there was a stack of papers inside, each with a Exactly the same hexagram projection hexagram.
It was very ordinary paper, and the patterns were obscure. What really caught Xun Chuan's attention were the two strings of numbers next to the hexagram.
He glanced at it, it felt familiar, and found out that it was the date of birth of himself and Yan Yu, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.
At this moment, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped, Xun Chuan calmly closed the drawer, and floated back to the end of the bed to sit again. Yan Yu had a towel around his neck, and his hair was still dripping with water. When he saw the bed piled up. When Xiaoshan's clothes were on, he couldn't help squinting in disbelief.
Yan Yu asked, "Who did it?"
Xun Chuan turned his back to him, used the remote control to change the channel, and did not speak.
Yan Yu said, "How did you get it out, and how did you get it back for me?"
Hearing this, Xun Chuan didn't look back. He wrapped the clothes in resentment and threw them back into the closet. He even closed the door. Three seconds later...
"Whoa-"
All the clothes fell down.
It's a natural disaster, not a man-made disaster, and no ghost can be blamed.
Yan Yu could only wipe his hair and put his clothes back on the bed. He folded them in a rusty way, and looked up to watch TV. He realized that the old version of "The Legend of the White Snake" was playing, and it was on the place where Xu Xian and Bai Suzhen broke the bridge and made love. one scene.
Xu Xian: "Girl, would you believe me if I told you that I was ill? Just because I met someone on the Broken Bridge a few days ago, I have had a heart attack since then."
Xu Xian: "I don't know who I got this disease from, but seeing you today, I think I understand a lot in my heart."
Yan Yuzhe's clothes were clumsy, and a shirt was twisted and twisted over and over. In the end, he simply formed a ball and threw it aside.
The shirt was right next to Xun Chuan's leg. He glanced at it, but saw Yan Yu's body was mostly behind the hill of clothes. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took the crumpled shirt. , and then put it on the lap and smooth it out little by little, and the room can only hear the sound of the TV for a while.
Xu Xian: "I'm afraid this disease... is caused by the girl."
Bai Suzhen said in surprise, "We've only seen each other two or three times, so why are you sick because of me?"
Xu Xian: "Two or three times is really not many, maybe the girl doesn't think anything. But life is only seventy years, except for ten years of ignorance and ten years of old and weak, there are only fifty left. These fifty years have to remove half of the night, so Only twenty-five left…”
Xun Chuan lined up the corners of his shirts, then sewed them tightly, and folded them neatly. He was too independent and possessive. He didn't like others to touch his things, and he did all the cleaning by himself.
Once some things started, they couldn't stop. Xun Chuan put the folded shirt aside, and quietly brought another piece of clothes over, repeating the action just now, smoothing it out.
The picture on the TV continued.
Xu Xian: "... How long does it take to eat and drink tea, get sick at work, and run around? The days when you really stay with your loved ones are really few and far between."
Xu Xian looks like a weak and stupid scholar, but has his own wisdom and decisiveness: "I don't want the girl to think that I am a rhetorical apprentice, but if I only have two or three opportunities to meet the girl in my life, I have missed two times. This time, how can I let it go?"
Xun Chuan was suddenly a little irritable for no reason. He didn't want to move the half-folded clothes in his hand. He threw it to the back, but he didn't want to knock over the pile of clothes, and even knocked over the pile that Yan Yu had folded. .
"… "
Xun Chuan wanted to turn around to face the TV, but was pulled over by Yan Yu, his hands were restrained and he couldn't move.
Yan Yu laughed angrily: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Xun Chuan thought what if it was intentional, and turned his head to keep silent.
Yan Yu turned his face over: "If you want to take revenge on me, you can be more aboveboard."
The implication is not to do small tricks secretly.
Hearing that, Xun Chuan kicked his legs, followed his will, kicked a piece of clothing down, and then gave Yan Yu a provocative look, he wanted to kick again, but Yan Yu turned over and directly pressed his legs: "Pick it up."
Xun Chuan snorted in disdain, closed his eyes and ignored it.
Yan Yu said: "Believe it or not, I just ripped off your clothes and threw them down?"
Hearing this, Xun Chuan opened his eyes and stared at him blankly. He was unconvinced by the naked eye. Finally, he closed his palm slightly, and picked up the dress from the air. It just landed on Yan Yu's head.
The corners of his clothes fell, blocking the sight of the surrounding, and even covering Xun Chuan under him, Yan Yu was neither angry nor angry, he quietly looked at him, the handsome features suddenly enlarged in front of Xun Chuan, and the sound of breathing could be heard. .
Xun Chuan moved uneasily, but was so pressed that he couldn't move. He avoided Yan Yu's gaze, tilted his head and closed his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Let go!"
His jaw line is clear, with a sharpness that belongs to a man, but his face is unbelievably beautiful, his eyelashes are dense and long, slightly trembling, not as stubborn and tough as he looks.
Yan Yu approached him and asked back, "What if it's not loose?"
Xun Chuan clenched his teeth, squinted and said, "If you don't loosen it, I will drain your popularity."
Yan Yu seemed to laugh at his naivety, nodded and said, "Come on, you can be considered powerful if you can suck it."
Of course, Xun Chuan couldn't really take a breath. Hearing the words, he was stuck there, unable to go up or down, but Yan Yu lowered his head slightly, and touched the tip of his nose, and his lips touched as he spoke, Xun Chuan seemed to sense something, Slightly widened his eyes: "No—"
However, it was too late. Yan Yu swallowed all his unfinished words. Xun Chuan closed his teeth tightly and tilted his head to hide, but was tightly held on the back of his head. Yan Yu easily pried open his teeth, extremely presumptuous. swept in his lips, and as the kiss deepened, Xun Chuan began to feel dizzy, and his tense body did not consciously relax.
The white shirt slipped off Yan Yu's shoulder at some point, and the light of the incandescent lamp on the top shone brightly, Xun Chuan's thoughts gathered, and a low laughter came from his ear: "How, have you drained my popularity? ?"
Xun Chuan didn't suck at all. He looked at the ceiling erratically. Because it was too exciting, his pupils were covered with a light red, which was as magnificent as a ruby.
Yan Yu released him, got up, put his clothes back together, took out a lighter from the bedside table, and bit the flue: "If you move again, I will throw you out."
After a long while, Xun Chuan got up from the bed, without looking at him, tucked his knees with his hands, and sat at the end of the bed to continue chasing his TV series.
Yan Yu sat behind him, leaned over the head of the bed and kowtowed the soot, and then continued to fight with the clothes of the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. The efficiency was still astonishingly low.
Yan Yu said, "Half one person?"
Xun Chuan didn't say anything. He took a piece of clothing and put it on his lap, flattened it, and then folded it neatly. I don't know when the episode of Xu Xian asking questions at the Yuelao Temple was played on the TV. Yan Yu stretched out his hand from behind. He wrapped his arms around Xun Chuan's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder, smoking a cigarette while watching the drama, his expression was unprecedentedly quiet.
Xu Xian: "Don't the old man believe my heart?"
Granny Gua: "It's not that I underestimate you, silly boy. A man's heart has always been unstable. You put your heart on her now. After tonight, you still don't know who will be there tomorrow?"
Xun Chuan felt that this sentence was very suitable to describe someone, so he glanced back, but Yan Yu squeezed his chin and kissed it forcibly, and he turned his head back after puffing out smoke.
Xu Xian: "Mother-in-law's words are unreasonable. Others say that you can predict the prophets, but I don't see it. Only I know where my heart is placed. It has always been there and has never been shaken."
Granny Gua: "She is the only one in my heart now. If you encounter someone more beautiful and better than her in the future, I can't guarantee that you won't be tempted."
Xun Chuan thought, if he hadn't turned into a ghost and came to find Yan Yu, he might have already found another new love now, and the unwilling resentment that belonged to Li ghost gradually emerged from his heart, and was finally suppressed.
Xu Xian: "Even if I meet other more beautiful and better women, there will naturally be other more beautiful and better men to match her. What does it have to do with me?"
Granny Gua: "You said that, but she is as beautiful as a fairy now. Once she is old and old, will your heart still be on her?"
Xu Xian: "When she gets old, I will grow old with her, and my heart will still be there."
A large pile of clothes had already been folded, and it would have been knocked over again. Yan Yu got up and got out of bed and put it in the closet. He was so forgetful that he didn't remember what copper coins he once put in it. Find.
Xun Chuan tidied up the last few thick clothes one after another, then hugged him, and saw Yan Yu squatting in front of the cabinet to block Yan Yan, and kicked him directly.
Yan Yu's conditioned reflex was about to swear, and when he saw that it was him, he moved to the side perfunctorily to make way for his position.
The originally messy bed was finally simple and smooth at this moment. Yan Yu looked at the time and found that it had been tossing to the middle of the night. He closed the cabinet door.
On TV, the episode also seems to have come to an end.
Granny Gua: "It's not the worst thing to get old and ugly. If you wake up, she would have forgotten you long ago. To her, you are just a passerby, and your heart will still be on her?"
Xu Xian: "What's so scary about her forgetting me? But I'll trouble her a few more times and tell her who my name is, where I live, and my heart is still in the same place."
Yan Yu turned off the lights, turned off the TV, and lay on the bed quietly, as if thinking about something but not thinking about it.
Forgetting, in a sense, is the same as reincarnation. Reincarnated as a human being, you will never remember everything in your previous life.
Yan Yu unconsciously slept in the middle, and then next to Xun Chuan, but Xun Chuan didn't seem willing to lean against him, turned over and turned his back to him.
Yan Yu put one hand behind his head: "Angry?"
Although he didn't know what Xun Chuan was angry about, his temper always came and went without a trace.
Yan Yu lay quietly for a while, and found that he couldn't sleep, so he turned over, hugged Xun Chuan from behind, and took his too thin body into his arms. Outside, there was the faint sound of moths fluttering on the windows, and flies flying around under the street lamps, making people feel that summer was coming.
Last winter has passed.