Lu Yan pressed the strings with his left hand, and hummed a little, remembering that Xiao Heng was not in the right condition downstairs just now, and he was drenched like that, in case he died of a cold and fever at his house...
Lu Yan put down the guitar and found a thermometer from the medicine box.
Turning his head, he found that the young master was still a little self-conscious and didn't sleep on the bed.
The sofa in his house is not big, and there is no place to put it if he buys it too big. Usually, he feels aggrieved when he lies on his head and dozes off.
Xiao Heng lay more aggrieved than him.
But he may be too tired, he turned his head and was about to fall asleep, his whole face was buried in the crook of his arms, the half-dried hair blocked the remaining half of his face, only half of his chin was exposed, and the corners of his mouth had just scabbed Another open wound.
"Sleep later," Lu Yanyan wanted to touch his forehead, "take your temperature yourself."
Xiao Heng buried his face deeper, and whispered: "Don't bother."
How can this person be awake or asleep.
Are you so bad-tempered? ?
Lu Yan directly poked his chin with the thermometer: "Get up."
Xiao Heng half opened his eyes.
Half asleep, half awake, the black star was very close to him.
On Lu Yan's wrist.
It was a very special tattoo, completely filled with black. The tattoo was covered around the light blue blood vessels, and the sharp horns pierced out of this blackness.
How many corners
three.
Four.
five.
…
Xiao Heng didn't count clearly, Lu Yan's hand flashed past him.
Lu Yan forcefully stuffed the thermometer for him, and simply sat down cross-legged in front of him and changed the song.
Lu Yan took a pen and wrote and scratched on the paper. When the time was almost up, he didn't lift his head. He raised his hand based on his feeling and tried to pull the thermometer out from under Xiao Heng's arm.
At this moment, Xiao Heng's hand on the edge of the sofa drooped a little unconsciously.
— Lu Yan grabbed his hand directly.
"..."
The rain outside the window gradually stopped.
Lu Yan let go immediately.
The number displayed on the thermometer was 37.4°C.
I have a low-grade fever, but it's not a big problem. I guess it will be better when I get up in the morning.
It's just that the two of them slept for a long time.
Lu Yan stayed up until three o'clock in the morning before Party A nodded and said, 'That's how it feels'. He scolded in his heart that this is the first version of the fuck, and typed a reply, 'Dear, as long as you are satisfied', and accepted it neatly. paid the final payment.
It was already afternoon when he woke up.
Lu Yan felt hot after getting up, and habitually lifted up his shirt to take it off, completely forgetting that he just picked up someone last night.
Facing two barrels of instant noodles, he made a choice between Laotan sauerkraut and braised beef.
Which to eat
Or go out to eat
Lu Yan thought about it, and pressed the switch of the CD player on the side.
Let's talk about what to eat.
Play a children's song first.
A powerful sound wave rushed out of the speaker like an explosion, waking up Xiao Heng who was lying on the sofa, his whole body aching from sleep.
"Hold… "
He raised his hand to press his temple, and then his eyes hit Lu Yan's exposed back. Following the smooth line of the back is the man's thin waist, with sharply protruding bones, and the last piece is a little recessed and sunken in the low-rise jeans.
Lu Yan was taken aback by the song and the sound of "fuck".
Then he remembered slowly that there was another creature besides him in this small space of less than twenty square meters.
In fact, the CD he took belonged to their band. Li Zhen had been holding back the song for a year. He insisted on adding it and singing it himself. The voice that can't go down, can't go up, and likes to go out of tune is also very suffocating.
But the victory lies in self-confidence, there is a kind of self-confidence that "I am the king of singers".
Lu Yan immediately cut the song.
Xiao Heng's hair was messy, he sat up propped up: "You don't wear clothes?"
Lu Yan: "... wear it."
Xiao Heng said again: "Will you pay for the meal?"
Lu Yan put his clothes back on, picked out a bucket of instant noodles and threw it to him: "Don't dislike it, there is only this one, there is no choice. Check out immediately after you finish eating, and get out."
Xiao Heng was very irritable when he first woke up, but it was not convenient to be in someone else's room, so he took the bucket of instant noodles and calmed himself down for a while: "...let me use your mobile phone. "
"Where's your phone?"
"threw."
Lu Yan believed his 601 property theory a little bit, he took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and threw it straight at him: "The password is six eight, and you don't even have a mobile phone. What do you have left?"
Xiao Heng didn't speak.
What is left of him
Xiao Heng himself didn't know either.
The song cuts to the next one.
It was Lu Yan's voice.
The fierce rhythm almost hit the eardrum every time, but when Lu Yan's voice came out, the feeling went down from the eardrum, as if hitting the heart:
"In the deserted wilderness all the lights of the world go out
take a deep breath
to go through the night
never stop
…”
Xiao Heng held his mobile phone, and it took him a while to remember to make a call.
The first person he called was Zhai Zhuangzhi. This idiot lacked brains. He was afraid that if Zhai Zhuangzhi heard some news from others, he would have to look for him all over the street.
Zhai Zhuangzhi's first reaction when he received a strange call was confusion: "Who are you? Did you make a mistake?"
"I," Xiao Heng said, "your father."
Zhai Zhuangzhi: "!!!"
Lu Yan didn't want to eavesdrop on other people's phone calls, but he was washing in the bathroom, so he could still hear clearly through the door.
Lu Yan turned on the tap and took a handful of water.
This breaks the sound insulation.
Lu Yan listened to Xiao Heng's brief description of how he came out of the house, and he said it lightly, saying that he had nothing to do with the Xiao family in a very indifferent and irritable manner. Zhai Zhuangzhi might not be able to feel it, but Lu Yan saw him sitting on the flower bed last night, looking like a dog in the rain.
After Zhai Zhuangzhi heard what had happened, he immediately said, "Boss, where are you now? I still have a vacant villa in the urban area. You can live with me first? Don't worry about the money..."
Xiao Heng blocked him back with one sentence: "Are you a human or a cash machine?"
Zhai Zhuangzhi: "..."
Xiao Heng: "No need."
Why not use it.
Lu Yan wiped his face.
It's all like this, the only asset 601 doesn't have a key, so he probably can't even afford the money to unlock it now.
After Lu Yan finished washing his face, Xiao Heng hung up the phone and returned the phone to him: "Thank you."
Although this young master sometimes has a temper that is too shitty, Lu Yan found that there is nothing wrong with his basic etiquette. Since Kang Ru's incident, he has said thank you many times.
"Thank you," Lu Yan took apart the instant noodles, "It's fate to be together, and we are friends. You just called for two minutes. Is it the standard rate? Then give me two hundred together."
Xiao Heng: "..."
In the gap between instant noodles.
Lu Yan said: "I have something to do later, so I have to go out. What are your plans? Go to 601 and smash the door?"
Xiao Heng simply washed his face, and found that the person in the mirror became a little strange overnight, the water slid down along the contour of the face little by little, and dripped on the T-shirt that didn't fit well.
cheap.
But it was clean, with a faint, unfamiliar but not unpleasant smell.
"Well," Xiao Heng said, "go knock on the door."
Lu Yan made an appointment with Li Zhen to go to the air-raid shelter today to find new people, and he didn't have time to care whether the young master was going to smash the door or beg on the side of the road.
He only knew that the young master went out with him, and then stayed at the gate of the seventh district for a while, and finally wandered along the road to the right,
Feiyue Road, No. 3 air-raid shelter.
"I can't play well."
"..."
"no."
"..."
"This man, he has studied for less than two months?"
Lu Yan squatted at the door of the air-raid shelter, and in front of him were young people with guitars on their backs. Except for a band that happened to be rehearsing, the rest were "orphans" who came to find the band.
But he interviewed several times, and he felt that the technology was not good enough.
Lu Yan finally dragged out the sound again and said: "Hey, this is amazing... It's amazing that you can play so many wrong notes in a song."
Li Zhen broke out after a long silence.
He really couldn't listen anymore, he elbowed the lead singer of his own band: "You played like shit yourself, how dare you say that???"
Lu Yan also just complained to Li Zhen in private, when the young people carrying the piano finished showing their terrible talents and waiting for feedback, no matter what kind of shit they played, Lu Yan still encouraged them with a friendly and gentle tone.
"I think your future is limitless, but it doesn't match the style of our band. I'm sorry, keep going."
The band on the side is singing an English song.
Lu Yan said: "I haven't seen that band before, is it a new group?"
Li Zhen took a look and didn't pay attention: "That's right, I haven't seen them either."
After Li Zhen finished speaking, he waited for the next young man who came to interview the bass player of the band to start his performance. He found that Lu Yan who was always "not good at this technique and that technique" was silent: "Do you think this is okay?"
Li Zhen turned his head while asking, and found that the seat next to him was empty.
Li Zhen looked around again and saw that the lead singer of his family had mixed into the new band at some point.
Lu Yan took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the band's guitarist: "Dude, where are you from?"
The guitarist picks up: "My local."
Lu Yan: "You play well, how long have you been practicing?"
Guitarist: "It's been more than two years. You also play in a band?"
This is right to the point.
Lu Yan smoked with the guitarist, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Vent, have you heard of it?"
"Our band has been in the band for four years. We have both talent and strength. I think you have good skills. Do you have any ideas about changing bands?"
"..."
Li Zhen turned his head back silently, wondering if it was too late to pretend he didn't know this person.
Of course the person was not recruited in the end, but the person did listen to their band's song: "I know you!!! Demon King Band!!! I was listening to it when you were out of the ogre!"
It's like gaining a friend.
On the way back, Lu Yan opened the part-time website again, and Li Zhen felt strange: "Who are you looking for? You just received an arrangement order."
to whom
Lu Yan saved the part-time job information on the page and said, "Give it to a... friend."
As a result, as soon as Lu Yan went back upstairs, he saw that the door of 601 was open, and his 'friend' was moving several newly bought pots and pans into the room.
Lu Yanyi watched him at the door, and found that the basic daily necessities that should be bought in the house were almost ready. It may be that the funds are limited, the layout is extremely simple, and the previous owner has cleaned up the room specially, so the whole house looks very empty.
Visually, these miscellaneous things add up to several hundred yuan.
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Your door?"
Xiao Heng had just finished making the bed, so he glanced at him and said, "It was broken."
Leaving aside the matter of prying open the door, Lu Yan asked again: "Then where did you get the money?"
Xiao Heng: "It's a robbery, it's the mobile phone store nearby."
"..."
"By the way, I grabbed a cell phone." Xiao Heng took the cell phone out of his trouser pocket.
It's really a mobile phone.
Although the style is the old one from last year.
It's not expensive at a discount.
Lu Yan never thought that this might be Xiao Heng's self-earned money.
This person told him yesterday, no, including the miserable appearance this morning: Impossible.
But Lu Yan really didn't expect that this young master would actually run to rob under the oppression of life: "Do you know that robbery is illegal? Once you check your mother, you will be finished. How much money did you rob? You say you rob If you grab it, you won’t grab a better phone…”
When Lu Yan said this, he saw Xiao Heng smiled.
It was the first time I saw this man smile.
"Find a job, advance salary."
Xiao Heng laughed and taunted him at last: "Look at me, do I look like an idiot?"
Lu Yan came to his senses: "Fuck."
yes.
You are not like that.
I'm the idiot.
Xiao Heng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket again, and at the bottom of the pack were two hundred sheets, and he handed him the money: "Two hundred."
Lu Yan originally said to ease the atmosphere, don't act like it's really shelter and rescue, and didn't intend to really want it, but seeing Xiao Heng's expression, Lu Yan finally accepted the money: "You really live here?"
Xiao Heng was wearing his clothes.
Behind him was an empty rental house of more than ten square meters, and there was nothing else. Lu Yan watched him take one out of the cigarette case, bit the cigarette and let out an "um".