On a rare day off, Wen Yifan stayed up late to watch a horror movie.
The weirdness is all based on the background music and screams. There are no frightening pictures throughout the whole process, and it is as plain as boiled water. Out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost forced her eyelids to read it.
As soon as the ending subtitle appeared, Wen Yifan even felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes, her thoughts were instantly entangled. When he was about to fall into a dream, suddenly, the door was slammed heavily.
bang-
Wen Yifan opened his eyes immediately.
Following the moonlight that fell through the gap in the curtains, he looked at the door. From outside, you could clearly hear the man's turbid voice when he was drunk, and the sound of footsteps stumbling in another direction.
Then came the sound of the door being opened and closed.
Blocked most of the movement.
Staring at the door for a few more seconds.
It was only after he had completely calmed down that Wen Yifan relaxed his mind.
She pursed her lips, and came to the fire with hindsight.
It's the first time this week.
Once drowsiness was interrupted, it was difficult for Wen Yifan to fall back asleep. She rolled over, closed her eyes again, and bored out some energy to recall the movie just now.
Well.
Like a ghost movie
It's still a low-budget shit that thinks it can scare people.
…
While in a daze, Wen Yifan's mind inexplicably came up with the grimace from the movie.
After three seconds.
She got up abruptly and turned on the lamp by the bedside.
Throughout the second half of the night, Wen Yifan did not sleep well. Half asleep, half awake, I always felt that there was a bloody grimace staring at her beside her.
It wasn't until the sun was up that she barely fell asleep.
The next day, Wen Yifan was awakened by a phone call.
Because of staying up late and lack of sleep, her head felt as if she had been stabbed by a needle, and her head was in pain. She was a little irritable, picked up the phone dawdlingly, and pressed to answer.
A small Zhong Siqiao's low voice sounded from the other end: "I'll call you back later."
"… "
Wen Yifan's eyelids moved, and his mind crashed for two seconds.
Make a phone call to wake her up.
That's it.
It's not a feature film, it's just a preview.
Her waking up gas burst instantly, and she blurted out: "Are you saving..."
Before he could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.
The fist seemed to hit the cotton, Wen Yifan opened his eyes, and sullenly deflated. After lying on the bed for a while, she picked up her phone and glanced at the current time.
It was nearly two in the afternoon.
Wen Yifan didn't stay in bed anymore, he pulled a coat and put it on, and got out of the bed.
Go into the toilet.
Wen Yifan was brushing his teeth when the phone rang again. She freed her hand and swiped the screen, and opened it directly.
Zhong Siqiao said first: "Damn, I just met my high school classmates. I wore a big oily head and didn't put on makeup. I was embarrassed to death!"
"It's so easy to die," Wen Yifan said vaguely with foam in his mouth, "Aren't you touching porcelain?"
"..." Zhong Siqiao was silent for three seconds, too lazy to bother with her, "Can you come out to play tonight? Reporter Wen. You've been working overtime for a week. If you don't have some fun, I'm afraid you will die suddenly."
"Hmm. Where?"
"Why don't you go to your work unit? I don't know if you've been there. My colleague said there was a bar there, and the owner looked like a thief—" Zhong Siqiao said, "Hey, why is there always the sound of water over there? Are you there? do the washing up?"
Wen Yifan: "Wash up."
Zhong Siqiao was startled: "You just woke up?"
Wen Yifan hummed softly.
"It's two o'clock, even the lunch break is over." Zhong Siqiao felt strange, "Why did you go last night?"
"Watching a horror movie."
"What's it called?"
""Wake up to see ghosts"."
Zhong Siqiao had obviously seen this movie, and choked: "Is this also a horror movie?"
"I went to sleep after reading it." Wen Yifan, ignoring her words, pulled the towel aside and wiped the water droplets off his face, "As a result, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and then it was really like in the movie, I saw a ghost."
"… "
"I just fought with ghosts all night."
Zhong Siqiao was speechless: "Why do you suddenly talk to me about such a restricted-level topic?"
Wen Yifan raised his eyebrows: "Why is it restricted?"
"What kind of fight is going on all night?"
"… "
"Okay, stop prostituting ghosts. My sister will take you to prostitute men." Zhong Siqiao smiled, "Handsome, fresh, hot, man."
"Then I'll go to ghosts." Picking up the phone, Wen Yifan walked out of the toilet, "At least it doesn't cost anything, it's free."
Zhong Siqiao: "Who said it costs money, men can also prostitute for free."
Wen Yifan: "Huh?"
"We can prostitute with our eyes."
"… "
After hanging up, Wen Yifan told the landlord about last night's situation on WeChat again. Immediately, she hesitated to add that after the contract expired, she might not renew the lease.
Two months ago, she moved to Nanwu City from Yihe.
Zhong Siqiao helped find the house, and there was no major problem.
The only inconvenience is that this is a group rental. The landlord converted an 80-square-meter house into three independent rooms, each with a toilet. So there are no facilities such as kitchen and balcony.
But the price is cheap.
Wen Yifan didn't have much requirements on where he lived. Moreover, the transportation here is convenient, and the surrounding area is also lively. She also considered simply renting it out for a long time.
Until one day, when she went out, she happened to run into the man next door.
Gradually it evolved into the current situation.
Unconsciously, the sun went down, and the small room was covered with a layer of darkness. Thousands of lights were lit one after another, the whole city was lit up in another way, and the night market gradually became lively.
Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Yifan changed his clothes and put on a simple make-up.
Zhong Siqiao kept bombarding her on WeChat.
Pulling over the small bag on the coat rack, Wen Yifan replied "Go out now" in his voice. She went out, looked across the room, walked faster involuntarily, went out to the stairwell and went downstairs.
The two made an appointment to meet at the subway station.
The place to go is the bar Zhong Siqiao mentioned today, which is opposite to Shang'an Square. Across a pass, you can see a continuous series of neon lights, dotted above the signs of each storefront.
A place that only gets lively at night.
It is a well-known bar street in Nanwu City, and is known as a degenerate street.
Because they had never been there, the two searched for a long time, and finally saw this bar in a small corner.
The name is quite interesting, called "overtime".
Signs are extraordinarily simple. The bottom is pure black, the font is neat and square, and it is pure white light. In a pile of colorful and flamboyant neon lights, it is as low-key as a small hair salon here.
"It's a good idea," Wen Yifan stared at Xu Yu and commented, "There is a development gallery in the bar street. If you want to come here to catch girls, you can come here to make a look first."
The corner of Zhong Siqiao's mouth twitched, and he pulled her inside: "Don't talk nonsense."
Unexpectedly, it was not as deserted as Wen Yifan thought.
They came early and it wasn't peak time yet, but most of the locations in the store had been occupied scatteredly.
There is a woman holding a guitar on the stage, singing with low eyes, the atmosphere is lyrical and gentle. In front of the bar, the bartender with dyed yellow hair is throwing the bartender like a juggler, relaxed and familiar.
After finding a seat to sit down, Wen Yifan ordered the cheapest wine.
Zhong Siqiao looked around and was a little disappointed: "Is the boss not there? I didn't see any handsome ones."
Wen Yifan held his cheeks and said casually, "Maybe it's the bartender guy."
"Fart!" Zhong Siqiao obviously couldn't accept it. "My colleague who has been in the degenerate street all the year round can say that the owner of this bar can be said to be a degenerate street card."
"Maybe it's self-proclaimed."
"?"
Noticing Zhong Siqiao's unkind look, Wen Yifan sat up straighter and emphasized, "Just, maybe."
Zhong Siqiao snorted.
The two chatted for a while.
Zhong Siqiao mentioned what happened at noon: "By the way, I met the deputy monitor of my first year of high school today. He also went to NTU, and he seems to share a dormitory with Sang Yan, but I haven't seen him much."
Hearing this name, Wen Yifan was slightly startled.
"Speaking of which, do you remember—" After speaking, Zhong Siqiao glanced casually at the bar, and suddenly turned to the bar, "Hey, look at ten o'clock, is it 'Degenerate Street Cards' coming?"
At the same time, Wen Yifan heard someone shout "Brother Yan".
She looked along.
I don't know when, a man stood next to the bartender.
The bar is dimly lit. He was leaning on the edge of the table, his back to the bar, his head turned slightly, as if he was talking to the bartender. Wearing a pure black jacket, his body is straight and tall. At this time, he is slightly bowed, and he is also a step higher than the bartender next to him.
His eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips twitched, slightly cynical.
The colored turntable light on the top pulled over, leaving a few traces on his face.
Wen Yifan also recognized him at this moment.
"Fuck me." Probably having the same discovery as her, Zhong Siqiao raised his tone and said in shock, "Sister, this card is Sang Yan!"
"… "
"Why did I see him as soon as I mentioned it... Do you still remember him? Before you changed schools, he chased you... "
Hearing this sentence, Wen Yifan's eyelashes trembled.
A waiter happened to pass by, Wen Yifan felt a little uncomfortable, and when he wanted to interrupt, an exclamation suddenly came from his ear. She looked up and saw that the waiter seemed to have been hit by someone, the tray in her hand was slightly tilted, and the wine glass on it was tilted.
— in her direction.
The drink was mixed with ice, and it fell to her left shoulder and slid down. She was wearing a loose sweater today, and at this time most of her clothes were wet and the cold penetrated. Frozen to the point of numbness.
Wen Yifan gasped and stood up like a conditioned reflex.
The sound in the store is loud, but the movement is not small.
As if frightened, the waiter's entire face turned pale, and he apologized repeatedly.
Zhong Siqiao also stood up and helped Wen Yifan to remove the ice cubes from his clothes, frowned and said, "Are you alright?"
"It's alright," Wen Yifan's voice trembled uncontrollably, but he wasn't angry. He looked at the waiter, "No need to apologize, just be careful in the future."
Then he said to Zhong Siqiao, "I'll go to the bathroom to deal with it."
After speaking, she raised her eyelids slightly.
Accidentally bumped into a line of sight. Deep, indifferent and obscure.
Freeze for two seconds.
Wen Yifan retracted his gaze and walked towards the women's toilet.
After finding a cubicle, she took off the sweater, and there was only a close-fitting bottoming shirt inside.
Fortunately, there was a layer of sweater, so I didn't get too wet.
Wen Yifan walked to the sink with his sweater in his arms, dipped some water on a paper towel, and reluctantly wiped off the alcohol on his body.
After roughly dealing with it, she walked out.
Out of the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of a person standing in the corridor, Wen Yifan looked at it subconsciously, and his footsteps stopped.
The man leaned against the wall, bit a cigarette in his mouth, his eyelids drooped lazily, and his expression was idle and pale. The difference from before is that his jacket has been taken off, and he is so loosely carried by him.
All he had left was a black T-shirt.
It has been six years since we last met.
Not sure if he recognized him, Wen Yifan didn't know if he should say hello or not. After struggling for less than a second, she lowered her eyes, pretended not to recognize it, and continued to walk out.
The decoration style is dark and simple, and the stripes on the marble tiles spread out irregularly, reflecting the light. Here you can also hear the singing of female singers, very light, with lingering and lingering.
Getting closer.
was about to walk past him.
at this time.
"Hey." He murmured vaguely, sounding lazy.
Wen Yifan stopped and was about to look over.
Unprepared, Sang Yan threw the coat over her head, blocking most of her vision. Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment, and immediately stretched out his hand to tear it off, somewhat inexplicable.
Sang Yan still didn't look up, lowered her eyelashes, and put out the cigarette on the trash can next to her.
Neither of the two took the initiative to speak.
It seemed like a long time, but in fact it was only a few seconds. Sang Yan slowly lifted her eyelids to meet her eyes. There was detachment in his eyes.
"Talk about it," he said.