"Did you see that bartender at the bar? She has bangs, a suspender skirt, and a really sexy girl. I asked her for her contact information several times, but she wouldn't give it to me..."
Han Shaobai was happily introducing his goddess to Shen Liang, but he was stopped before he could finish his words.
Shen Liang held his hand, his head filled with questions: "Female?"
Han Shaobai likes Shen Yan in the book, shouldn't he be gay
Han Shaobai looked puzzled: "If he's not a woman, is he still a man? Hey, don't think you are curvy. Everyone in the world is just like you."
Shen Liang felt vaguely that he had inadvertently broken another setting in the book. But how could it be? It is clearly written in the novel that Han Shaobai likes Shen Yan, how could he not like it
"Take a closer look," Shen Liang forced Han Shaobai's head towards Shen Yan, "Looking at him, do you feel any movement in your heart?"
Han Shaobai accidentally retched as he pressed his Adam's apple: "vomit—"
When Shen Liang saw this, he thought he was going to vomit, so he immediately stepped back three meters away and looked at Han Shaobai warily. Han Shaobai patted his chest and said, "Brother, I like beautiful women, the kind with breasts and butts. Why do you want me to look at men?!"
No...
Shen Liang was a little suspicious of life, so he sat back down again: "Are you really not moved at all?"
Han Shaobai showed no expression on his face, saying no.
Shen Liang remembered that he had felt sick and vomited just now, so that was probably true. I sat in my seat and thought about it for a long time, but I still couldn't figure out the reason.
Han Shaobai had already acquiesced in the unspeakable relationship between Shen Liang and Shao Quhan. He looked around and asked, "Isn't my brother here?"
Mentioning Shao Quhan, Shen Liang paused. He had always wanted to know what the other person's childhood shadow was, but he couldn't find the information. Looking at it now, isn't Han Shaobai a ready-made answer
"You..." Shen Liang said carefully, "Do you know how Shao Fanhan's parents died?"
Han Shaobai's expression suddenly became strange when he heard this: "You mean my aunt and... uncle?"
When he said the last two words, it was like there was a thorn in his tongue, which was vague and could not be touched.
Shen Liang keenly smelled an unusual smell: "What's wrong?"
Han Shaobai took a sip of wine and said nothing. He glanced at Shen Liang and said, "Since you come to ask me, it means that my brother didn't tell you. My brother didn't tell you, which means that he didn't want to say, so don't ask. ”
This matter is really not glorious in a respectable family.
Hearing this, Shen Liang felt more and more that there was something going on here. He rubbed his chin with his fingertips, thoughtfully, and finally pointed to the bartending beauty at the bar: "Tell me what happened, and I will get her contact information for you. "
Han Shaobai: "I will not betray my brother for beauty."
Shen Liang wanted to pull him down. You have sold the original work so many times. You are obviously weak-willed and would rather die than give in. "Let me remind you, strike first to gain strength, strike later and suffer disaster. If you are one day late, others will be dead." Object."
It's absolutely true, beautiful women are always in demand.
Han Shaobai was really shaken: "You... really want to come over?"
Shen Liang didn't say anything, patted his shoulder, stood up and walked to the bar. Han Shaobai was stunned when he saw Shen Liang saying something to the beautiful woman, and the other party handed over his mobile phone.
Shen Liang came back, sat down again, and then shook his cell phone: "The phone is inside."
Han Shaobai hissed, puzzled: "How did you get there?"
He had been following that beautiful woman for several days, and none of the men who asked for her phone number were successful.
Shen Liang calmly spread his hands: "Oh, I said my mobile phone was missing. I borrowed her mobile phone to call and look for it. She was a nice person, so she lent it to me."
Han Shaobai died.
"Okay, but don't say it was me who said it. In fact, I don't know very well. I only know a rough idea."
Amidst the deafening music in the bar, Han Shaobai recalled the old events of more than 20 years ago. He probably felt sorry for himself, so he lit a cigarette, and after a long while he uttered a shocking sentence: "My uncle killed my aunt."
If this sentence is converted, it is equivalent to Shao Quhan's father killing his mother.
Shen Liang frowned slightly when he heard this, but did not interrupt and signaled him to continue.
Han Shaobai smiled: "You're quite calm and don't even ask?"
Shen Liang: "Then let me ask, does his father hate his mother?"
Unexpectedly, Han Shaobai shook his head and denied: "It's not hate, it's too much love."
"The Han and Shao families were in a family marriage. My aunt gave birth to my brother within two years after they got married. But then she fell in love with a painter. I don't know what she thought, so she wanted to elope with that man. As a result, she was My uncle caught him."
Han Shaobai said and glanced at Shen Liang, "My uncle... How can I say that his personality is very similar to that of my brother, but he loves my aunt very much."
Shen Liang understood instantly.
Han Shaobai: "But my aunt has a simple personality. She likes reading and painting. She is gentle and quiet. She is completely different from him. She doesn't love my uncle. After being captured, she has been hurting herself and trying to run away."
Shen Liang: "So he killed her?"
As soon as he said this, the air fell into silence.
After a long time, Han Shaobai said: "... It must be so. They were not discovered until two days after they died. At that time, no one else was locked in the room except my brother. The floor was covered with blood."
After investigation, the police finally determined that the man committed suicide.
Hearing this, Shen Liang subconsciously raised his eyes and finally reacted: "Is Shao Fanhan in there too?"
Han Shaobai nodded and gestured with a number: "He was seven years old that year and was locked up in that room for two days with his parents."
"The door is unlocked and he doesn't want to come out."
Han Shaobai finally said.
“…”
Shen Liang left the bar, the hustle and bustle behind him gradually faded away, and the wind blew in his ears. He probably didn't expect that the childhood shadow he wrote on a whim would be completed by the world and become like this.
Just a few numbers.
It is said that the writer is cruel, but it turns out that the world is even more cruel than those words written on paper. A ridiculous world was filled with devastation, and his life became a complete tragedy, but in the end, no one knew about it.
Shen Liang put his coat on his shoulders and slowly walked down the steps, when a car not far away honked at him. Subconsciously looking up, he saw the rear window slowly lowered, revealing half of Shao Quhan's face.
"boarding."
Only then did Shen Liang remember that before coming to the bar, he seemed to have sent his location to Shao Fanhan and made an appointment to go home together. He opened the door and got into the car. The space suddenly seemed cramped and cramped, blocking out the chill of the night: "Didn't you say you had a meeting?"
Shao Quhan raised his hand and loosened his tie: "It's over early."
He had some impressions of this bar. He vaguely remembered that it was a place where Shen Yan worked part-time. He glanced at Shen Liang and said, "What are you doing here?"
Shen Liang thought to himself: "It's nothing, the drinks here are delicious."
Shao Fanhan didn't ask any more questions. He closed his eyes alone and leaned back in the chair to relax. Shen Liang said last time that he was not allowed to take medicine, but Shao Fanhan really never touched it again.
Maybe he knew in his heart that those things shouldn't be touched, but except for medicine, he couldn't find anything that could save him.
Shen Liang lowered his head and glanced at his watch, then put it down and said to Shao Fanhan, "Are you free tomorrow? Let's go on a date."
During this time, he taught Shao Quhan how to control his emotions, how to care about others, and how to remember other people's preferences. He had already achieved initial results, and he was just about to go on a date.
Shen Liang said: "One month is coming soon. You use the method I taught you to chase Shen Yan. If you don't succeed, I will lose the bet."
Of course, he still didn't agree with Shao Quhan's method.
The end of the bet also meant the end of their ridiculous relationship.
Upon hearing this, Shao Fanhan quietly opened his eyes in the darkness. For some reason, his breathing stagnated for a moment and then closed again: "I have told you before that you can't win."
Shen Liang still looked like a fox: "Don't talk too much, you will know after you try."
The driver parked the car in the garden. Shen Liang opened the door and got out of the car, pulling Shao Quhan down with him. It doesn't seem to take long for this action to go from being uncomfortable at first to becoming accustomed to it.
Zhang Ma left dinner, but they had already eaten outside and went straight upstairs to their room.
Shen Liang walked Shao Fanhan to the door of the room, then slowly let go of his hand, and said habitually: "Good night, you should go to bed early."
After he finished speaking, he felt that he had forgotten something, but he couldn't remember it for a while. It's all Han Shaobai's fault, the amount of information imparted today was too great.
Hearing this, Shao Fanhan seemed to have caught something against him. He glanced at Shen Liang and said with a touch of sarcasm: "It turns out that you can even forget what you taught yourself."
After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand, tapped his face, and reminded in a low voice: "You forgot the good night kiss..."
The student already looks better than the teacher.
Shen Liang was stunned when he saw this, then he reacted and smiled. He looked at Shao Fanhan and wanted to ask something, but he didn't ask. He just said: "We have a date tomorrow. Remember to dress nicely."
After saying that, he hesitated for a second, then leaned over and kissed Shao Fanhan briefly, then slowly pulled away, took a few steps back, and turned around to go back to the room.
Shao Quhan stared at Shen Liang's leaving figure, somewhat lost in thought. He stood there quietly, and after a while, he slowly grasped the cold door handle and pushed the door back to the room.
Both of them were acting a little weird today.
After Shen Liang returned to his room, he lay on the bed unable to sleep. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, and for the first time, he systematically discussed the existence of this world: "You said... are all the people in this world real?"
The shiny bodies of the system serve as lighting at night: they have body temperature, emotions, and thoughts. Do you think they are fake
Shen Liang: "But they are just a book written by me."
The system doesn't care: What does this mean? Maybe you are also a book written by someone else.
Shen Liang didn't seem to believe it. He closed his eyes and curled his lips and said, "Oh, really? The person who wrote about me must be bored."
His grades were bad since he was a child, and his parents died early. When he grew up, he became an ordinary bloody author. His life was not pleasant at all, and it could be called boring.
do not think too much,
The system said,
Living is the most important thing.
As long as you are alive, you are already better than many people.
Hearing this, Shen Liang quietly opened his eyes in the darkness, thinking that living was not necessarily a good thing, just like Shao Quhan, who had been miserable all his life. He didn't know what he was thinking of, and suddenly asked the system: "What is Shao Fanhan's blackening degree now?"
The system answered: 49%
Shen Liang couldn't help but sigh, thinking it was really hard to surrender: "Forget it, take your time."
The system said: You'd better hurry up, the task is time-limited.
WTF
Shen Liang's eyelids twitched and he looked at it in confusion: "Why is there still a time limit? When did you say it?"
At a glance, the system knew that Shen Liang must not have read the host manual carefully: we cannot bind the host for a lifetime, and tasks are time-limited.
It added: You still have two months.
Not too much, not too little.
Shen Liang said nothing and quietly raised his middle finger to the system.
Fuck you.