8:45pm
[1]: How is it
[1]: Did you find the rower
9:12pm
[Chuan]: Well, the League of Justice organized by the owners themselves.
[1]: really sick
[1]: Where are you now
[Chuan]: Police station.
[1]: What is the result
[Chuan]: Private, lose money.
[1]: OK, you are busy first
[1]: Pay attention to safety
9:17pm
[Chuan]: Yes.
[1]: Go home and tell me
10:02pm
[1]: Not home yet
10:11pm
[Hello, the phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later...]
10:25pm
[Hello, the phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later...]
10:45pm
[Hello, the phone you dialed is turned off, please try again later...]
"Uncle, I really have something to do. It's urgent."
"Xiao Zhou, you should also be considerate of Uncle, don't make things difficult for Uncle, go back."
As Uncle Chen spoke, he gave a glance to the tall black-clothed bodyguards blocking the gate.
Seeing that Uncle Chen refused to give in, He Linzhou waved his arms impatiently and planned to rush through the two people blocking the door, but unexpectedly, these two people were not soft at all. He couldn't use any strength, and the hand on his shoulder was so strong that he almost pinched the other half of his arm unconsciously.
"Let me go!" He Linzhou roared angrily, but the two who grabbed him remained unmoved.
He frowned and stared angrily at the wall of people in front of him, unable to let go of his anger, he could only yell at people: "Can I go back? Let go!" As he spoke, he shook off the hand on his shoulder and turned around. Going back to the room, he slammed the door hard.
He picked up his mobile phone and called Wen Xunchuan again, but the other party was still turned off. He slid back to glance at the last WeChat message Wen Xunchuan sent two hours ago, gritted his teeth, stuffed the phone into his pocket, and turned his head to look at Windows on one side.
"This is the police station! It's not the place where you guys fight." The old policeman in charge pointed to a few messy-looking men squatting by the wall and said, "If you bring the money, go and pay the fine yourself. Bring the phone and ask the family to come and hand it over."
With the back of his hand, Wen Xunchuan wiped the corner of his mouth that was still oozing blood from time to time, raised his hand to take off the half-broken glasses on the bridge of his nose, put them in his pocket, and glanced coldly at his side, the frame was obviously pulled The young policeman: "Can I go?"
The black-faced little policeman slapped the table and stared at him, saying, "What kind of attitude is this! I told you that if you pick quarrels in the police station and don't detain you, you're fine!"
"Tsk, Xiao Sun!" The old policeman gave him a look to stop his behavior, tapped the record book on the table in front of him with the pen, and said to Wen Xunchuan, "Come here and sign, wait for them to pay the compensation You can go if you gather all the money.”
Wen Xunchuan signed his name at the bottom of the case record sheet without even looking at it, put down the pen in his hand, and walked straight to the door with his long legs.
"Hey, the compensation hasn't been given to you yet..."
The location of the police station is a bit remote, and it is not easy to get a taxi in the middle of the night.
During the dispute just now, the phone fell out of his pocket, and the screen seemed to be broken. The scene was a bit chaotic at the time. Wen Xunchuan put the phone back into his pocket without paying too much attention. Now he took it out and wanted to use the taxi app to call a car Car, only to find that the phone has a black screen and cannot be turned on.
He had no choice but to keep an eye out for any passing taxis while walking towards the main road. He walked for nearly 500 meters before finally stopping a taxi.
When he got out of the car, he looked up at the time on the meter, and it was past twelve o'clock.
It was eerily quiet all around.
The cotton home clothes on his body were a little out of shape after being pulled just now, and the collar was hanging loosely on his shoulders, half revealing a small piece of horrible bruise under his shoulders. Probably because he hadn't eaten anything since noon, his body also sent him a warning signal. Wen Xunchuan raised his hand to straighten his collar, hunched his back slightly, and stretched out his hand to hold down his aching pain from just now. Stomach.
From his trouser pocket, he took out a mint candy that he stuffed into his pocket when he was lying on the sofa at noon, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the candy ball into his mouth. The cool sweetness on the tip of his tongue finally dilutes his mouth slightly. The inexhaustible light rust smell also slightly relieved the abnormality in the stomach.
There are several street lamps erected in the community, the dim light projected from the spherical lampshade is wrapped in the thick night, the brightness is not real, the tall and thin figure stretched by the shadow of the lamp is slowly moving towards the direction of home .
When the elevator door opened, the sensor light in the corridor did not turn on, probably because of another strike. Wen Xunchuan was almost used to the sensor light that went off from time to time, so he stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the door in the dark.
The sugar ball rolled over the tip of his tongue, and when he lifted one cheek from the inside of his mouth, he felt some slight tingling pain. He raised his hand and touched his cheek lightly, guessing it might be swollen. When she put down her hand, she inadvertently raised her eyes, and suddenly saw a little orange light not far in front of her, which looked like the door of her own house.
Someone is there.
Wen Xunchuan paused slightly, and subconsciously clenched the phone with a black screen in his hand.
"Why did you come back?" The person standing there asked, his deep and hoarse voice sounded a little tired, and he didn't know how long he had been waiting here.
Wen Xunchuan's body froze for a moment, and subconsciously raised his hand to straighten his messy hair: "... something happened."
The shimmering light projected on the screen of the man's mobile phone reflected a sharp and deep outline in the darkness, and then the flashlight on the man's mobile phone lit up, and a beam of extremely thin white light helped Wen Xunchuan take a picture. Brighten the road ahead.
Wen Xunchuan's footsteps resumed his unhurried pace, and his voice sounded calm and natural: "Why are you here?"
He Linzhou looked at the figure who was about to walk in front of him, and pressed the side button on the screen to turn off the light of the flashlight. He held the cigarette butt that was about to burn out between his fingers, raised his hand, and brought the white filter cigarette holder to his mouth and took a deep puff. , while spitting out a wisp of white mist, he stretched out his hand and pulled Wen Xunchuan to him.
"I'll return the cigarette." He Linzhou's voice was a little hoarse, he lowered his head, and gently rubbed his dry lips against Wen Xunchuan's soft lips, lowering his voice, "By the way, send me some care."
An arm firmly wrapped around Wen Xunchuan's waist, and the tip of his tongue with the smell of tobacco penetrated between his teeth. The familiar smell was conveyed through this special way, and the slightly bitter smell of smoke mixed with the cool breath of mint occupied the space. overwhelmed his senses.
The thick and invisible black has a unique secret technique, which is to amplify everything that is touched, felt, heard, and heard into the brain quickly and unfiltered like high-frequency undulating electric waves.
For example, the two unsteady breaths, the tightening arms around the waist, the hot chest tightly fitting... and the tip of the tongue that was about to melt away in his mouth.
That hand climbed up from his lower back to his back, gently stroking his back, and the voice was close to his ear, and it was so gentle that he didn't like him: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Wen Xunchuan stretched out his arms to hug the person in front of him, closed his eyes, and rested his forehead on his shoulder, feeling his heart beating like a drum in his ears, and almost his entire chest vibrated accordingly.
bang bang bang --
bang bang bang --
bang bang bang --
The nose lingers with a touch of tobacco and fresh and sweet mint.
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Probably true, more than a second.