Chen Yang felt both embarrassed and awkward. It was all because of Xiangdong's mess that he became a mess too.
"You have to get up early tomorrow and don't move any more."
Chao Jian's voice was low and hoarse. After he finished speaking, he turned around and sat back to back with Chen Yang.
Chen Yang didn't feel awkward this time. The guy next to him was six years old, and he could be his uncle when he grows up. He should be more natural and stop thinking about weird and inexplicable things.
However, the young man's mature and broad back was pressed against him. His body temperature was very high, a little hot, and the bloodiness seeped into his clothes.
The blood in Chen Yang's veins flowed a little faster and more agitated.
A little hot.
Summer is almost here.
The bed is too small...
Chen Yang was thinking about this and that and fell asleep in a daze.
People with injuries will wake up from time to time when they sleep, and subconsciously they are always worried that they will press on the wound.
However, Chen Yang slept until dawn.
He had a very long dream. In the dream, his hands seemed to be floating in a slightly cool sea. He slept peacefully without worrying about his fingers touching the quilt.
When the dream ended, Chen Yang woke up. He yawned, with tears in his eyes. He asked the boy who was sitting beside the bed and putting on his shoes in a lazy voice.
"You slept well last night..."
Before I could finish my words, the answer came out.
The boy's head was tilted, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a deep blue shadow under his eyes.
This is the look of someone who hasn't slept all night.
Chen Yang’s laziness disappeared immediately after he had had enough sleep. The boy could sleep in a noisy mission world without incense, so why couldn’t he sleep last night
Is it because of the bed
That’s probably the case. It’s so small that I can’t move around and I can’t sleep comfortably.
Chen Yang sat up from the bed and said soothingly, "Go back to sleep, go back to sleep."
Chao Jian tied the laces of one shoe and put on the other.
"It's still raining," he said.
"The weather forecast is inaccurate. There was no rain yesterday." Chen Yang reached for the coat on the bed and put his hand into the sleeve. His raised fingernails were scratched. The feeling went straight to his temple. He bit his back teeth and took a breath. Pull it out. He must pull it out as soon as possible.
Chen Yang curled up his fingers and put on his clothes carefully.
"I plan to have my nails removed at the hospital here. I can't wait to go back. The sooner I remove my nails, the sooner I'll be relieved."
Chao Jian looked towards the door.
Grandma Chen's footsteps were heard outside.
The old man was very polite. He didn't open the door directly and came in. Instead, he knocked on the door first.
"Xiao Chen, Xiao Chao, are you guys up yet?"
"Get up." Chen Yang responded. He got out of bed and went to open the door in slippers.
Grandma Chen came in with a big red water bottle and she discovered something surprising.
The mental state of the two young people in the room was exactly the opposite of what she had imagined.
The one with three and a half turned-up fingernails had a lively look in his eyes and didn't look sleepy at all, while the one whose hand was fine looked listless and it was obvious that he hadn't slept well.
Grandma Chen automatically understood that the younger brother had been taking care of his older brother all night.
My younger brother is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.
"Just leave it there," Grandma Chen stopped the boy who was about to fold the quilt, "I'll wash and dry it later when the weather is better. Don't worry about it now."
Chao Jian didn't insist after hearing that.
It is quite difficult to fold the quilt while leaning on crutches. Usually Chen Yang does this job, but now his hands are not so good.
When I get back, I'm afraid I can only roll up the quilt at home.
After breakfast, Chen Yang drove the car in. It was no big deal that the car was splashed with mud, which could be washed off. The trouble was...
Chen Yang counted the scratches on the car, three long ones and two short ones.
The road in the village is very narrow, and there are thorns all the way, creating the current scene.
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva. The road was very difficult to drive on. He was very nervous and kept walking on the edge of the ditch. He finally drove to Chen Xishuang's house, but he still had to repair the car.
The car is very new. When we first met it, it was a black warrior, comfortable and handsome to drive. But now it is ugly, like a phoenix that has been reduced to a country chicken.
Chen Yang sighed in self-blame: "Talk to the owner of the car."
Chao Jian leaned on his walking stick with one hand and held the mugwort cake made by Grandma Chen with the other hand: "What are you talking about?"
"The paint was scratched off, and it's quite deep. Simple polishing won't work. I have to redo it."
Chen Yang pressed his brows and said, "Please convey my apologies to them. I will try to find a better shop and have the car sent back in the same condition as before."
Chao Jian: “No need.”
Chen Yang couldn't believe his ears.
Chao Jian tasted the pork belly in the mugwort cake. It was pickled, fatty but not greasy, and very tasty. He chewed it slowly and said, "Go tell Grandma Chen that we want to take some of this away."
Chen Yang also likes to eat it. This wormwood is not the same as the wormwood sold in supermarkets for cooking.
According to Grandma Chen, the best time for mugwort to grow is around the Qingming Festival.
The dough is chopped and kneaded to make very fragrant cakes.
Chao Jian was not capable of asking the old man for mugwort cakes, so only Chen Yang could do it.
Chen Yang walked into the house, still worried about the scratches on the car. He took only three or five steps before backing up to Chao Jian and asked, "You really don't need me to paint the car?"
"Um."
Chen Yang asked: "What about washing the car?"
Chao Jian finished eating the last piece of mugwort cake and said, "Just drive back and drop it downstairs. Someone will come to pick it up."
Chen Yang: “…Okay.”
Grandma Chen went to the vegetable garden early in the morning and picked a lot of vegetables. She packed them into several bags and put them all in the trunk.
If the herbs are hard to stuff in, put them in the back seat of the car.
Grandma Chen also carried a bucket into the car, with a layer of green vegetables at the bottom, local eggs on top, and another layer of green vegetables on top.
Most of the eggs were saved, and a small portion were bought by Grandpa Chen from other people's homes in the morning.
When Chen Yang came, there was only a backpack in the car. When he left, it was full, all of which were the kindness of the old man.
Chen Yang got into the car and glanced at the yard through the blurry car window. He then looked at the room where he and Chao Jian slept last night.
There is a pomegranate tree outside the window.
When the branches and leaves were blown by the wind, it looked a bit like someone was standing there.
Chen Yang rolled down the car window and shouted into the drizzle, "Grandpa and grandma, if there's anything at home, you can call me."
"Anytime!"
The two old men waved and nodded. The car drove out of the village, but they were still watching under the eaves.
Chen Yang used his palm to hit the steering wheel with his fingers curled up. He drove with holding his breath and did not speak until the car was out of danger of falling into the ditch.
"I don't know what my grandparents would be like now if they were alive."
Chao Jian leaned his elbow against the car door, closed his eyes and said nonchalantly, "He has a hunched body, white hair, and a face full of wrinkles."
Twelve words ended the topic.
Chen Yang's sadness thus disappeared, he was just expressing his feelings at the moment.
Family members occupy an uneven space in his life.
If the total score of family affection is ten, then the four elderly people are zero, my parents are about 0.2, and my sister is full marks.
It depends on the thickness of the relevant memory.
A long breathing sound came from the passenger seat. Chen Yang turned around and saw that the boy had fallen asleep. He drove the car steadily and slowly drove towards the hospital.
Chen Yang located a county hospital here, and the car arrived at the destination very quickly. He wanted to go there by himself, but he didn't expect that the boy woke up as soon as the car stopped.
"Just wait for me in the car." Chen Yang said.
Chao Jian unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. Seeing this, Chen Yang had no choice but to let him follow.
The turned-up fingernails would bring visual shock. Chen Yang turned up three and a half at a time. As soon as he entered the hospital, his four fingers became the focus.
Some feel sympathy, while others feel disgusted.
Chen Yang queued up and registered, then went to find Chao Jian with his medical record book, and found that there was an oxygen beauty next to him.
People in the hall frequently glanced at them. The good-looking people standing together were so pleasing to the eyes. Even if they were not from home, just looking at them would make one feel happy.
Chen Yang thought it was very pleasing to the eye. When he approached, the beautiful woman just started to strike up a conversation with him.
"Handsome guy, which subject are you going to fail?"
"You can ask over there."
"Are you alone? Why didn't your family come with you when you're like this?"
The beauty is young, but her eyes exude maternal love.
Chao Jian glanced at her hand resting on her crutch, his eyes filled with undisguised resistance and coldness.
The beauty took her hand away embarrassedly, and she stood up slowly, with a look of doubt on her face, as if she was thinking, "I'm actually being disliked."
"First floor or second floor?"
The beauty sat back down immediately after hearing the voice, with a pure smile on her face: "Do you want to register? Usually, it's in..."
A male voice came from the side: "It's on the first floor."
The beauty looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall and thin man. She looked at the boy again and found that he was accompanied by someone.
Brothers? They don't look like each other.
That's a friend.
And when they stood together, the beauty felt the atmosphere where no third party could interfere.
It turns out that a word was missing. It’s not friend, it’s boyfriend.
The beauty was devastated by the truth. She suddenly saw the tall and thin man's fingers and was scared. Her maternal love came out again.
This is too tragic, so pitiful.
So it was not him who accompanied the boy to see the legs, but the boy who accompanied him to see the hands.
Chen Yang received the envy and blessings of the beautiful woman, but he didn't understand why. "What's going on?"
Chao Jian: "Don't worry about it."
Chen Yang took him to the clinic and said with emotion: "It is difficult for people like us who are tasked to have an emotional life."
It's gone in the blink of an eye. You can't even take responsibility for yourself, let alone others.
He stopped at Jian and asked, "Do you want to fall in love?"
Before Chen Yang could speak, he asked again: "Do you still want to get married?"
Chen Yang said: "I didn't think about it."
Chao Jian lowered his eyes and looked down at him, and said after a while: "You can think about it, find someone similar."
"Forget it, it's unrealistic. My life is not guaranteed, so how can I have the energy to talk about love?" Chen Yang smiled. "Besides, if I find a wife who is a tasker, she must live and eat with me and be my partner."
"Now that we are together, we have developed a good understanding. I have never thought about forming a new team and adding more people. If we have three people..."
Chao Jian walked away with crutches.
The sound of the crutch hitting the ground was cold and heavy, revealing the young man's irritable mood, like hail in a sunny day, coming without any warning.
Chen Yang swallowed back the words he hadn't finished. He pinched the medical record book in confusion, and his injured fingers twitched.
Hold.
Chen Yang cursed.
After pulling out the nails, Chen Yang no longer thought about anything. His ID number, rehabilitation center, mission, life, plans, future, etc., all died under the four nails.
Chen Yang was lying on the chair, with the middle finger of his left hand wrapped in gauze, and the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his right hand were also wrapped in gauze.
He tilted his head back, resting it against the back of the chair, his eyes closed, and there was no trace of blood on his face.
Chao Jian sat aside, looking at his left leg, without saying a word.
"A-choo—"
Chen Yang leaned forward and sneezed loudly: "I'm fine, let's go."
Chao Jian spoke to him at the same time: "Go back to training."
"What?"
Chen Yang reacted immediately after asking, and he said happily: "Okay, I will make a schedule for you."
"From standing up with both feet on the ground, to standing for half a minute, one minute, two minutes... until you are standing firmly, then we can move on."
Chen Yang patted the boy's arm and said, "Let me tell you something. See if you can listen to me."
"Your legs can't walk because of psychological reasons. Why don't you try to find the person or thing that caused it? As the saying goes, the person who tied the bell should be the one to untie it."
Chao Jian did not take up the topic, and only said: "Starting from tomorrow."
Chen Yang nodded: "Okay."
It seems that he heard it, but didn't take it to heart.
Chen Yang glanced at the boy's left leg calmly. Not wanting to walk, not daring to walk, and not being able to walk, these three may seem similar, but in fact there is a big difference.
Only by finding the cause of the disease can we prescribe the right medicine.
But the boy obviously wouldn't say it. Chen Yang had been traumatized and had psychological trauma, so he could more or less understand the other party's avoidance. He was also unwilling to talk about the more than three years he had spent in the rehabilitation center, and even more unwilling to pick up the memories that he had chosen to forget.
Every scene smells of blood.
The return journey was smooth. Chen Yang and Chao Jian had lunch on the way and lay down as soon as they returned to Sanlian Bridge.
They took a nap on the big bed and then got up to deliver herbs to the neighbors.
The neighbors responded with enthusiasm.
Chen Yang had to stay in a neighbor's house for a long time before going to the next one, and then it would be a new round of me asking you questions and you answering them.
Because of talking too much and lack of oxygen, Chen Yang's voice was hoarse by the time he reached the bungalow.
Chatting is not an easy job.
Chen Yang carried the last bag in his hand and went to Uncle Wu's house. The door was open and there was no one in the yard. He stood at the door and shouted a few times.
"Here I come!" Uncle Wu's voice came from the inner room.
Then there was no movement again.
Chen Yang saw the person after a while. He was surprised and asked, "Uncle, what happened to you?"
One of Uncle Wu's trouser legs was wet and he limped when he walked.
"He fell." Uncle Wu rubbed his waist and looked at the boy next to Chen Yang, "What is this?"
Chen Yang introduced: "His name is Chao Jian, and he lives in your area."
Uncle Wu paused in rubbing the waist. He remembered that he had asked early last time if there were any families with the surname Chao in the area, and also asked if there were any boys who were more handsome than celebrities.
What I brought today just fits the bill.
So Zao Zao was asking about this child at that time? The relationship between the two seemed to be very good.
"Is it really from our place?" Uncle Wu said suspiciously.
Chen Yang coughed and said, "Really? He did live here when he was a kid, but he rarely left the house. Later he went abroad and only came back recently."
Uncle Wu said, "Is that so? That's no wonder."
"You look unfamiliar." He looked at the boy intently. He was good-looking, well-dressed, and had a good temperament, but his legs were not good.
He knew all the bungalow households in this area very well. Children looked like adults, and he had never seen any whose features matched this boy.
Chao Jian didn't care about Uncle Wu's gaze. He stood there with a normal expression.
Uncle Wu asked, "Which family is it from?"
Chao Jian was silent.
Seeing Uncle Wu looking over, Chen Yang waved his hand nonchalantly: "Over there."
Draw a circle.
Uncle Wu looked at it symbolically: "Oh... oh oh."
Chen Yang gave the herbs to Uncle Wu and told him how much to take for each foot soak.
"This is good." Uncle Wu said in a series of overlapping words, "This is good, this is good. Your aunt has eczema on her back. It's an old problem that never gets better. Maybe soaking for a while will have some effect."
Chen Yang said: "You still need to exercise more."
"It's difficult." Uncle Wu sighed, "I understand the principle, but there are a lot of people with sub-health."
"Your aunt is just like those kids. She has a sore back today and swears to exercise tomorrow, but the next day she's as lazy as ever."
Chen Yang twitched his lips: "Uncle, I'll go back first."
"Hey hey." Uncle Wu watched Chen Yang and the young man leave the yard. He was about to close the gate when he suddenly remembered something and rushed out with a few big steps: "Wait! Zao Zao! Wait a minute!"
Uncle Wu called Chen Yang and slapped his forehead in annoyance: "Look at my memory. I can even forget such a big thing."
Chen Yang asked what was going on.
"You stay here, I'll be there soon." Uncle Wu hurried back.
At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the alley was neither bright nor dark, and the light was very gentle.
Chen Yang looked at the moss patches at the foot of the wall and rubbed them with his foot.
This action is full of childish fun.
"Morning."
The young man's voice rang out in the silence, and Chen Yang lowered his legs from the wall: "Nickname."
Chao Jian looked at him for a while, and uttered deep syllables from the depths of his throat, emphasizing each word: "Morning, Chen."
Chen Yang: “…”
This kind of pause method makes the name sound formal, like some kind of foreshadowing, with a very strong sense of ritual.
Chao Jian turned his head to look at the alley entrance, his eyes half lowered: "Three words are better than two words."
Chen Yang didn't care: "Whatever you want."
"Morning."
Chen Yang: “… Yeah.”
Not long after, Uncle Wu ran out of the yard with something in his arms, a living thing.
That is Wu Yu's dog.
Chen Yang recognized it at the first sight, but the dog didn't look at him without blinking like before. Instead, it had its eyes closed, like a dog doll.
"Zao Zao, Xiaoyu left this little one at home and asked me to bring it to you." Uncle Wu said.
Chen Yang couldn't hide his shock: "Give it to me? Did you make a mistake?"
"How could this be wrong? Xiaoyu's original words were that she would leave the dog with you until she came back." Uncle Wu walked the dog to Chen Yang. "It's not like other dogs. It doesn't bark. It's dumb. It's easy to deal with eating, drinking, defecating, and urinating. You can hold it and see."
Chen Yang stretched out his trembling gauze-covered hand, then retracted it. He couldn't adapt to this direction in a short period of time.
Uncle Wu had just said he would send the dog away, but now he stuffed the dog into Chen Yang's arms as if he was throwing a hot potato.
Chen Yang held the dog stiffly: "Did Wu Yu say anything?"
"No, she just asked me to give the dog to you." Uncle Wu muttered, "Didn't she tell you? She should have said hello."
Chen Yang comforted him: "Maybe he forgot."
When Uncle Wu heard him say this, his uneasiness was relieved a lot.
Chen Yang felt that the dog in his arms didn't weigh much, it seemed to be just hairy: "So when did she leave?"
"In the morning," said Uncle Wu. "The dog didn't make a sound, so I forgot about it."
"If you hadn't come to see me and brought me herbs, I don't know when I would have remembered." He sighed. The crying child gets the milk, and the same goes for the pets at home. If they don't bark and don't know where they ran away, they will definitely be ignored.
Chen Yang asked, "Did Wu Yu say when he would be back?"
Uncle Wu shook his head: "No."
"You're on a business trip, right? You can't take the dog with you." He stroked the puppy's head in Chen Yang's arm, "Zao Zao, please help take care of it, ah!"
Chen Yang had a bad feeling in his heart. He knew very well how much Wu Yu valued 03.
Where did Wu Yu go? What did he do? Why couldn’t he bring the dog with him
Chen Yang didn't quite understand why Wu Yu chose him to temporarily take care of the dog.
Entrust an orphan to someone else.
Before leaving, Chen Yang asked the dog what it ate.
Uncle Wu then remembered Wu Yu's instructions: "When the little one wakes up, feed him some bread soaked in milk. He won't eat anything else."
Milk and bread? Well, we didn't have either at home. Chen Yang had no choice but to carry the dog to the supermarket near the community.
The young man beside him was even more sullen and cold than usual.
"Its name is 03." Chen Yang showed the dog to Chao Jian, "It's okay."
He didn't even look at Jian.
Chen Yang leaned over to smell the dog's hair. There was no smell. He picked up a handful and took a look. Not a single strand was missing.
This dog is easy to raise.
After returning from the supermarket, Chen Yang put the dog on the sofa and bent down to observe it.
The dog has been sleeping and shows no sign of waking up.
"Is he sick?" Chen Yang wondered strangely. He hadn't seen Wu Yu for two weeks, so he hadn't seen the dog before. The last time he saw him was at the fitness equipment.
There was a rustling sound. Chen Yang pointed at the sleeping puppy and said to the boy who was unpacking the bread, "That's for it to eat."
Chao Jian took a bite of bread.
Three words popped up in Chen Yang's mind: eat alone.
He looked at the docile dog, and at the dangerous time bomber eating bread, and decisively chose not to say anything more.
Forget it, I'll worry about the dog's food after he wakes up.
Chen Yang called Wu Yu, but as expected, the phone was out of service area. He put his phone aside and picked it up again to check Weibo and read the news.
Nothing serious happened in Qingcheng.
Chen Yang flipped through WeChat and found that he had only four friends: Zhang Qi, Xiang Dong, Wu Yu, and Sun Wenjun.
The last one was blocked and hasn’t been added back yet.
Chen Yang suddenly said: "Chao Jian, should we add each other on WeChat?"
Chao Jian gave him the phone.
So Chen Yang took care of their friendship.
From downloading WeChat to Chao Jian's phone to accepting the friend request, he did everything by himself.
"The note is the name." Chen Yang poked the keyboard with a finger.
Chao Jian held the bread in his mouth and stretched out his long arm: "Give it to me."
Chen Yang handed the phone over. He leaned over and took a look, his expression indescribable.
The note Chao Jian gave him was one word.
morning
Chen Yang scrolled through the chat history on his WeChat. Yesterday he replied to Zhang Qi, saying that he planned to stay at home in the second half of the year and look for a job next year.
Zhang Qi talked for a while and asked him to let him know when he had confirmed the time.
Maybe there will be vacancies in the rehabilitation center next year.
Chen Yang didn't have much hope. How could there be a vacancy in the rehabilitation center as soon as he wanted to find a job
Having a new dog in the house doesn’t have any impact at all. It’s like a decoration that can be moved anywhere.
Chen Yang looked at it more than ten times in one afternoon. Each time, he would touch it from head to tail, then scratch its belly and pinch its chin.
Chao Jian's attitude was completely opposite to his, and he didn't even look at him once.
In the evening, Chen Yang wanted to order takeout, but Chao Jian disagreed, saying it was not tasty.
The two looked at each other for a while and then went into the kitchen together.
Chao Jian is responsible for the part that requires touching water, and he is also responsible for cutting the vegetables, and the rest is left to Chen Yang.
It requires high technical skills and cannot be done by novices.
Chen Yang was cooking with his left hand, with his middle finger raised high. From time to time, he instructed Chao Jian to get a plate, pour some light soy sauce and sprinkle some pepper.
The range hood was turned to the highest setting, blowing loudly, but the smell of food in the kitchen was still strong.
"Let's not cook the soup anymore." Chen Yang felt lazy.
Chao Jian pursed her lips and said, "I'll do the cooking."
"Then you come." Chen Yang handed the main battlefield to him.
Chao Jian poured the boiling water in the kettle into the pot, and then took down half a bag of seaweed from the refrigerator.
Seaweed soup? OK, this is simple, just make it casually, Chen Yang thought to the side.
It took him two minutes to realize that he was overthinking.
Master Chen couldn't help but remind: "Stir the egg liquid as you pour it in."
He walked around in circles toward his apprentice and poured the egg liquid into the pot.
"I forgot to put in the shrimps," Chen Yang said, "and the green onions on the cutting board."
"Don't talk."
He was in a panic towards his apprentice and swung his cane up at the half-open cabinet door with a "bang".
Master Chen withdrew silently.
The dinner prepared by the master and the apprentice consisted of three dishes and one soup.
Fish stew is the centerpiece.
Chen Yang's hands were sore and his appetite was not very good, so he ate a little casually and put down the spoon, watching Chao Jian eat.
I don’t know if it was influenced by Grandma Chen, but Chen Yang actually felt a subtle sense of satisfaction when watching people eat like this.
"The chicken fillets cannot be left until tomorrow, and the same goes for stewing the soup," said Chen Yang.
Chao Jian silently cleared them one by one.
Except for soup.
Chen Yang stretched his head and took a look. There was still a lot left. Thinking that this was Chao Jian's first finished product and he couldn't let him be too shocked, he drank the soup.
I regretted it after drinking it. This is not how fatherly love is used.
The blow must be struck.
Otherwise, how can you grow, how can you get up from where you fell
"Your soup..."
Chen Yang was organizing his words, with the words of criticism on his lips. The boy looked at him with a stern face and said nothing, which gave him the illusion of nervousness and expectation. He wiped his mouth, erasing the criticism and replaced it with two words: "Very good."
Chao Jian said coldly: "Yeah."
"Go ahead, I'll clear the table."
Chen Yang nodded, he wouldn't make trouble since he couldn't get his hands wet.
The dog never changed position once.
Chen Yang sat next to the sofa and took a group of photos of it, mostly close-ups.
A thrilling sound came from the kitchen. Chen Yang's butt lifted up subconsciously, but he controlled himself and sat back down.
Some children can't do this or that, and it's all because of their parents spoiling them. They don't give them the chance to grow up and still blame them for being ignorant.
Chen Yang had just prepared himself mentally, but it was overturned the next moment.
Why do you treat yourself like this? He is not your adopted son.
Chen Yang continued taking pictures, and after finishing he went to organize the photo album. As soon as he came back with the photos from the mission world, they were gone and automatically cleared.
There aren’t many photos on his phone now, and almost all of them are photos of dogs.
Chen Yang flipped forward and saw the photo on the second page of the diary. On a whim, he took out a small notebook and a pen from under the coffee table.
When Chao Jian finished his work and walked out of the kitchen, Chen Yang waved to him, and when he came over, he showed him what was in the notebook.
Four horizontal lines, two long and two short.
Chen Yang said in a curious tone: "I found this in a forum about escape rooms. It's a very difficult puzzle. What do you think of when you look at it?"
Chao Jian took out a tissue to wipe his hands: "Lines."
Chen Yang: “…”
"What else?"
Chao Jian used his cane to push the trash can to his feet and threw the dirty tissue into it: "One against two."
Chen Yang: “…”
Chen Yang asked Chao Jian to be serious.
Chao Jian sat down next to him: "Two horizontal lines of the same length, two horizontal lines of the same short length..."
Chen Yang took a plate of milk slices from the coffee table and pulled Jian towards him: "Graphics."
"What pattern?" Chen Yang's hand trembled, and a lot of milk slices fell onto Chao Jian.
Chao Jian picked it up and tore it open: "Connect them together."
Chen Yang held the pen between his index and middle fingers and carefully connected four lines.
I can't tell what it is.
Chen Yang remembered that there were eleven lines on the third page of the diary, all of the same length. Following this idea, he drew them with his hand and connected them together to form a rectangle.
There are so many things of that shape.
Chen Yang bit the tip of his pen and thought, it is not necessary to connect the lines and look at the graphics to find the corresponding items.
Now we can only say that having a direction is better than having no direction. Let’s explore it first. Maybe as we explore, our ideas will become broader.
The more broad your thinking is, the greater the possibility of finding the right direction will be.
Chen Yang cared about the diary as much as the book. He wondered whether he should find some time to meet Xiangyue.
But he didn't want to go to a rehabilitation center for fear of meeting Sun Wenjun.
It would be best if we could meet outside.
The tip of the pen in his mouth was pulled out, and Chen Yang looked at the boy dully.
"Is it dirty?" Chao Jian frowned in disdain.
Chen Yangxin said, this is really nosy.
That night, Chen Yang turned over and slept on his stomach. The place where his face was pressed felt cold, and it didn't feel like a quilt. He woke up immediately.
The vision was pitch black.
Chen Yang stretched his legs and touched something. He touched it with his left hand and found it was a tent.
"… "
"Chao Jian?" Chen Yang called softly in the darkness.
No response.
This is a single-person tent.
Chen Yang's heart sank. Didn't Chao Jian come in with him? He fumbled to open the tent, and the fishy, salty, wet and cold sea breeze blew on his face.
Then came the sound of waves hitting the rocks, making a clattering sound.
Chen Yang's heart sank to the bottom. His sixth sense didn't work for good but worked for bad.
What he couldn't accept more than going into the adult entertainment industry was the absence of his partner.
Chen Yang was wearing a pair of cotton plaid pajamas. In order to avoid facing the direct failure of the mission due to not having an identification number when he was assigned to accept a mission, he carried that thing with him at all times and even kept it in his pocket when he slept.
So now all he has on him is his ID number.
This time the business is even smaller than last time.
Chen Yang was shivering in the sea breeze. He felt so cold and irritated. Just when he was about to go back to the tent and wait until daybreak, he heard a slight sound from the left.
Is it another tasker or a ghost
The sound was getting closer and closer, and Chen Yang's heartbeat gradually stopped. He froze beside the tent and did not move rashly.
"It's me."
A low voice sounded.
Chen Yang ran out suddenly, but he ran too fast and couldn't stop his car and crashed into a black shadow.
Chao Jian was knocked to the ground on the beach, with a heavy object on top of him. He groaned, "Why are you running? Why don't you ask more questions? Aren't you afraid that it's a ghost in disguise?"
Chen Yang panted: "At first I was worried that there was a ghost disguising you, but then I felt that it was unlikely and too difficult."
He avoided his injured finger and climbed up in the dark: "Where did you come from?"
"Next door, next door, next door." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang didn't bother to clean the fine sand off his clothes. He bent down and pulled Chao Jian up, and stood with him on the empty beach.
"Are we the only ones on this mission? Or are we the first to arrive?"
Chao Jian suddenly turned his head.
A few moments later, a beam of light swept from that direction, accompanied by an exaggerated cry of surprise.
"Wow!"
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. Who else could it be but Wen Qing walking towards them on the sand
Wen Qing stopped in front of Chen Yang and Chao Jian, raised his phone to shone them, then pointed the flashlight at himself. It was still the same ordinary face, with thick bangs and an evil smile.
"Handsome guy, Limao, I'm so glad to see you again."
Chen Yang: “…”
Before the young intellectuals could start a touching reminiscence, a figure emerged from one of the tents.
The man asked in panic: "Excuse me...Excuse me, where is this place?"
"Welcome to the beach." Hipster smiled.
The author has something to say: Good night, my little cuties, see you tomorrow.