When Xun Chuan was alive, he never knew that Yan Yu would catch ghosts. This man lived in a drunken life every day, fighting, drinking and smoking.
Many people thought that Xun Chuan was blind, so what did Yan Yu like about him
What is there to like about him...
There was a soft click from the door lock, Xun Chuan followed and saw that Yan Yu had a shirt jacket over his shoulders, and was tying his shoelaces, looking like he was about to go out.
Xun Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, the knots he tied fell instantly, Yan Yu raised his head and glanced at him, then bent down to tie it again, neither angry nor angry. Bu smile: "It's really not like you."
Yan Yu asked back, "How can I be like me?"
With his ring finger and middle finger together, he suddenly raised his hand to hold Xun Chuan's soul body, and with a flick of his fingertips, Xun Chuan's shirt snapped a few buttons, revealing a little too pale skin, lined with black clothes, grotesque and grotesque Showy.
Xun Chuan looked at him coldly, the button of his clothes returned to its original state without a sound.
Yan Yu acted like a rogue, lit a cigarette, and stared at him: "Does this look like me?"
Xun Chuan did not mention it: "What are you doing out?"
Yan Yu put the bag on his back and closed the door with his backhand: "Go out for whoring."
Xun Chuan's soul passed through the door, knowing that he was going to do what Su Yu explained.
The older generation of rural people still values sons over daughters. Su Yu has a younger brother in his family, so he was not welcome since he was a child. When the police notified the family members to identify the body, the cause of death could not be concealed. Su’s father felt shameless. I didn't want to take the relics, so I left Mother Su and went back to my hometown by myself.
The overpass where Yan Yu usually sets up a stall is next to the train station. He originally just wanted to look around, but he really can't send the money back to Su Yu's hometown, but he didn't expect to find Su's mother.
The weather has warmed up a bit recently, and the sun is blazing in the sky until noon. Around the gate of the train station are migrant workers sitting on the ground and enjoying the shade. Mother Su is sitting in a remote corner with her bag on her back, nibbling on two steamed buns in her hands. .
Xun Chuan stood under the sun, and his soul body appeared and disappeared from time to time. He seemed to be extremely uncomfortable, and his body was faintly emitting blue smoke.
Even if high-level ghosts are not afraid of the sun, they are not so powerful that they can walk when the sun is at their peak.
Yan Yu looked at him quietly, and found that the small half of Xun Chuan's face had already shown a skeleton-like appearance, which was ferocious and terrifying.
The real ghost lingers.
Seeing Yan Yu staring at him, Xun Chuan seemed to notice something, narrowed his eyes, raised his hand to cover the right half of his face, and said sullenly, "Don't you want your eyes, what's so beautiful?!"
There's really nothing to see.
Yan Yu retracted his gaze, walked off the overpass, took out a pure black umbrella from his bag, and stretched it open in the air, blocking out the dazzling sunlight above his head, Xun Chuan hesitated for a moment, floated to his side, and walked side by side with him .
There are also many pedestrians on the street holding umbrellas to shade, but most of them are women, and there are not many men like Yan Yu. He walked through the traffic, walked to Su's mother, and then leaned over and squatted down.
Mother Su obviously recognized him, and she ate the steamed buns for a while, and was about to get up from the ground, but was pressed by Yan Yu's shoulders, and then a thick stack of money was stuffed into her hands.
Mother Su's eyes widened in shock: "Young man, you..."
"I borrowed some money from Xiao Su before, but I forgot to pay it back. It's the same for you. There are many people at the train station, so remember to hide it."
Yan Yu's action of stuffing the money was very concealed, and no one saw it. Mother Su believed it to be true. Hearing that, she hurriedly stuffed the money into her close jacket pocket. She was about to thank him, but she looked up and disappeared.
Yan Yu returned to the overpass where the stall was set up before, spread the bright yellow gossip map on the ground, set up a small bench, stretched out his long legs, leaned back against the railing to start waiting for business, a black umbrella leaned against his shoulders, inexplicably many A bit of leisure.
Xun Chuan was under the umbrella, avoiding direct sunlight, and his face was actually not as scary as before, but he still refused to take his hands off.
There is also a fortune-telling booth opposite, the old man from last time. He wears an old leather jacket, his hands are in his sleeves, his eyes are cloudy, and there is a big black mole on his chin. His business is much better than that of Yan Yu.
Xun Chuan did not change his vicious tongue nature, and said sarcastically: "It's really not easy to support yourself so old by fortune-telling."
After speaking, he looked at Yan Yu: "You are different, you can starve yourself to death by fortune-telling."
"..."
Yan Yu knew that he had no good words. Hearing that, he habitually raised his head and glanced at the old man, but his eyes collided with each other, and he couldn't help squinting.
The old man was holding a cigarette in his hand, showing a mouth of slanted yellow teeth between his breaths, wrinkled face, and his cloudy eyes kept looking towards Yan Yu's side... No, to be precise, he was looking at the position beside Yan Yu.
There was nothing beside Yan Yu, except for a Specter.
Xun Chuan was stared at by the old man and was unhappy, as if he had been seen through, and turned to look at Yan Yu. There was also a cigarette between his pale and slender fingertips. It was as beautiful as a work of art. There is a hint of oppression on the face of the stranger, which is two completely different styles from the opposite.
Xun Chuan looked at the old man and Yan Yu, and finally said, "Will you be as ugly as him when you are old?"
Yan Yu raised his eyes and looked at him when he heard the words, the last spark on his fingertips burned out, flicked the ashtray and said, "It doesn't matter if you are ugly or not, you can't see it anyway."
Xun Chuan thought he was talking about reincarnation, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he kept silent, but no one knew what was going on in his heart.
The red sun slanted westward, and in a blink of an eye, it was afternoon, and Yan Yu finally waited for a business, and he was still an old customer.
"Hey, Master, you're too smart, too smart, you said that there was something wrong with my family, but I didn't believe it, but I got a call when I got home at night, and my relatives in the countryside said that my grandmother passed away. Can you tell me? It's so smart!"
A yellow-haired man took Yan Yu's hand and rambled, completely treating him as a living god. Xun Chuan looked at him with piercing eyes, and a ray of resentment popped out and directly knocked off his hand.
"Ouch!"
Huang Maonan only felt a tingling pain in his hand, and subconsciously shrank back, Yan Yu glanced at Xun Chuan, and the latter returned a provocative sneer.
Yan Yu said, "It might be static electricity."
Huang Maonan didn't care, and turned to Yan Yu to talk about another matter: "Master, I'm looking for you but I want to ask you for something important. I made two bets with them a few days ago and lost a lot of money. The car and house are all sold, the stinky girls cry at home every day, you are so clever, help me calculate the lottery numbers for the next issue, the first prize is 10 million, how about I give you half?!"
Yan Yu and Xun Chuan scolded a fool in their hearts.
Huang Maonan's brain is lacking, and Yan Yu found out when he fortune-telling last time. Hearing that, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he said with a half-smile, "I figured out that I should get more than 10 million by myself, why should I tell you?"
After speaking, without waiting for the yellow-haired man to react, he squinted again and said, "Can I fucking figure out the lottery numbers, do I still use them to set up a stall here?!"
Yan Yu's angry and cold face can be very intimidating. Facing his cold and stern gaze, the yellow-haired man did not dare to say a word, scratched his head blankly and walked away. At this time, Xun Chuan clearly saw that there was a human figure on his back. The ghost shadow was hiding in the shadow of the yellow-haired man, biting his hair desperately to suck the energy.
Yan Yu followed and said casually, "I will become mentally retarded in a few days."
The traffic was rolling under the overpass. A black luxury car accidentally scratched a young girl because it was too fast. The girl was angry and stopped the car to try to explain, but she quarreled with the driver, causing pedestrians to stop and watch.
Xun Chuan seemed to think that setting up a stall was boring, and it was rare to hear some lively movements, so he followed and watched.
"Why are you like this! It's so unreasonable, even if you scrape me once, you will scrape it twice. The big guy will judge and judge. It's amazing to drive a luxury car!"
The onlookers followed suit, but the driver couldn't argue. He wanted to leave with a blushing face, but the girl held his arm to keep him from leaving. At this moment, the back door of the car opened, and a short, fat middle-aged man in a suit came out. He smiled at first. After comforting the girl, he took out a few banknotes and asked her to go to the hospital before getting in the car and leaving.
"Hey, this big boss is very nice, no wonder he is so rich."
"Yeah girl, it's at least a thousand, take the money to see the injury, you can earn it."
The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, but Xun Chuan's fingertips sank into the iron railing little by little, his eyes were red and he was about to bleed.
A cold-blooded mother, a stepfather full of interests, Xun Chuan sometimes really wish he was an orphan.
As Tang Ying said, which parent would send their own son to someone else's bed in order to make money? There really is...
Xun Chuan's stepfather failed in business investment and lost a lot of money. All the real estate and cars under his name were mortgaged. He pinned all his hopes on this sale of Shenglong Group.
Coincidentally, Liu Changming, chairman of Shenglong Group, and he are old friends.
Coincidentally, Liu Changming came to the house as a guest that day.
Holding a wine glass, his stepfather sat at the dining table in the hall on the first floor, chatting with his old friends, and said drunkenly, "Achuan, this is Chairman Liu, call your uncle."
Opposite the dining table is a squat middle-aged man in an amiable suit and leather shoes, smiling like a Buddha, a pair of small eyes always shining, and the city is very deep.
Xun Chuan had just finished arguing with Yan Yu that day, his pressure was extremely low, and he didn't like this stepfather, so he went straight upstairs as if he didn't hear him.
Teenagers in their twenties always have a sense of youth, Xun Chuan is undoubtedly a beautiful boy, his eyes and brows are very cold, and he always looks arrogant when he looks at people, like a wild cat that is difficult to tame.
With just one glance, Liu Changming's soul flew away.
He just showed a little bit of meaning, and was invited to stay for the night. At the same time, he had a door key in his hand, the key given by Mother Xun.
That night, Liu Changming entered Xun Chuan's room in the dark. He touched the end of the bed, and then hugged the boy lying on it, with a heavy gasp from his mouth: "Baby, you want to kill me. , you follow me, uncle will keep you delicious and spicy!"
Xun Chuan's boss stared in the dark with his eyes. He kicked the person on his body and quickly raised his hand to turn on the light. Liu Changming didn't expect that he was not weak and was caught off guard. , very painful.
Seeing that it was him, Xun Chuan kicked him with a cold face: "You want to die?! Who gave you the courage to enter my room!"
Liu Changming's angry words are not easy to say: "Little bitch... This is approved by your parents... The key to the house was given by your mother... If you are smart, hurry up and apologize to Lao Tzu... Otherwise, I will play you!"
Xun Chuan was like falling into an ice cave for a moment, and he was stared at by Liu Changming's sinister eyes. He suddenly felt panicked, panicked and at a loss. In his eyes, this luxurious and icy villa was no different from a wolf tiger that eats people and does not spit bones. Leopard.
Relatives who are connected by blood can betray themselves, who else in this world can believe? ! He hated this place, as if he would die immediately if he stayed for one more second, regardless of the heavy snow outside, he packed up and ran out overnight...
Xun Chuan's fingertips trembled uncontrollably, how could he forget this person, how could he forget this person!
He was full of resentment all over his body, Yan Yu couldn't help but look over and put his hand on Xun Chuan's shoulder: "What's the matter with you?"
Xun Chuan paused and slowly closed his eyes.
"nothing… "
Just suddenly remembered that there was another person who should die.
Xun Chuan suddenly felt very empty, empty for no reason, a layer of dead silence and coldness in his heart gradually spread, and it was a wasteland.
Xun Chuan sat on Yan Yu's lap, shrank in his arms, and hugged him tightly, as if this would give him a little more security.
Xun Chuan said, "Hold me tight..."
"Yan Yu, hold me tight."
When Yan Yu heard the words, he slowly tightened his arms and hugged an invisible person.