You’re My Wonderwall

Chapter 24

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"Good morning everyone, welcome to today's news."

"At 12 o'clock yesterday night, the police received a call from an enthusiastic citizen, saying that the fugitive Wang had been arrested."

Lu Yan's small room of less than 20 square meters was filled with the sound of TV programs, and the small TV hung on the wall was a second-hand product he bought from the sale market last year.

Two people squatted in front of the TV.

Xiao Heng didn't wake up. Last night, he had a hard time and was dragged up by Lu Yan while trying to catch up on sleep. When Lu Yan entered his room now, it was as if he entered his own room, and he didn't see outside at all.

Xiao Heng said, "Don't knock on my door in the future."

Lu Yan glanced at him: "You think I want to knock? Isn't there no TV in your room?"

Xiao Heng: "There is something called playback in this world."

Lu Yan ignored him, biting a fritter in his mouth and said, "Here we are, ready to record."

Xiao Heng was unmoved: "Record it yourself."

"I'm eating," Lu Yan said, "It's not convenient."

Xiao Heng took the bowl of porridge away from his hand: "It's convenient now."

"… "Hold.

After Lu Yan's hand was empty, Xiao Heng realized that the broken part of his palm looked more serious than when he just fell it last night - not only did he not take medicine, but he didn't deal with it at all.

The tone of the hostess' news broadcast this time is no longer calm: "The police rushed to the scene immediately after receiving the call."

As she spoke, the screen behind her switched to a photo, which was the fugitive Wang who was tied up into hairy crabs.

The hostess continued: "Last night was a sleepless night for the citizens of Xiacheng District. Countless citizens of the city were determined to punish rape and eradicate evil, actively collected clues, and finally locked the community where Wang was located, and took him down in one fell swoop. Today we invite this town hero—"

Viagra's menacing face appeared in the middle of the TV screen.

Viagra's performance last night was really heroic. After the police arrived at the scene, some reporters came to interview overnight. The TV station even invited him to appear on a news program to tell everyone what happened.

This incident made actor Zhang Xiaohui very concerned.

He worked so hard on the fringes of the entertainment industry for so many years and failed to have the opportunity to be photographed by Viagra, an outsider.

Lu Yan squatted in front of the TV early in the morning, and finally squatted until today's news started broadcasting.

Viagra seems a little shy, embarrassed to face the camera, his face is very stiff, which makes him look even more frightening. Compared with the photo of the fugitive Wang Mou on the side, Viagra looks more like the outlaw who broke the law.

on TV.

Host: "How did you find out Wang's whereabouts?"

Viagra: "Never give up, dig three feet."

Host: "I heard that four of your members participated in this event."

Viagra: "Yes."

Host: "What makes you willing to fight Wang in such a critical situation, regardless of your own safety?"

It is one hundred thousand.

Lu Yan thought.

However, Viagra is a man with a dream. He said with great ambition: "In order to maintain the peace of society."

Lu Yan was about to complain to Xiao Heng when he heard Xiao Heng ask him, "Where is the medicine box?"

Lu Yan didn't know, so he pointed to the cabinet: "Up."

"What? What's wrong with you?" Lu Yan asked again.

Xiao Heng took down the medicine box, and said lazily, "The guitar is bad at first."

Lu Yan: "..."

"Would you like to have your hands?"

"..."

Xiao Heng said again: "Can the disinfectant water automatically disinfect you when you stand there?"

Lu Yan realized what he was talking about after he realized it. He looked down at his palm: "Ah, I forgot."

I really forgot.

I came back very late yesterday, and I didn't pay attention when I was taking a shower. After the wound was soaked in water, it looked a little scary.

Xiao Heng: "Get over here."

Holding the phone, Lu Yan took two steps back to the edge of the sofa, and the face of Viagra was recorded on the screen of the phone.

"You don't go to work today?" Lu Yan stretched out a hand.

"Your father asked for leave." Xiao Heng said.

"..." Lu Yan was speechless for a while, "Is your father still an addict?"

"Okay."

Responding to him was Lu Yan's raised middle finger.

Lu Yan thought that this person's skill in applying medicine must not be very good, his hands are not light or heavy, and he has already made up his mind to be poked somewhere suddenly and then shiver with pain.

After the iodophor was applied, except for the slight tingling sensation when the medicine touched the wound, he didn't suddenly tremble from being poked.

The TV screen cuts to an advertisement.

Lu Yan put down the phone, turned around and saw Xiao Heng applying the medicine.

… not really serious.

Looking at it, I think he should be quite annoying, just like when he was making milk powder before: I don't want to do it.

However, the man lowered his head and pressed his fingertips against his wrist, which was warm and dry.

The temperature penetrates through the skin.

The commercial ended, and the sound effect of today's news sounded.

The moderator asked a few more questions.

At the end of the interview, the topic touched on the bounty that Lu Yan cared about.

Host: "About the 100,000 yuan bounty—"

In just a few seconds after the host said this sentence, Lu Yan had already carried out a series of brain activities. He tapped the back of Xiao Heng's hand with his fingers and began to discuss how to divide the money: "This is 100,000, we can do it with two." .”

After all, the highest output of the team is Viagra.

They are at best a support.

Xiao Heng was still applying medicine to him: "Don't fucking move around."

After dividing the money in his mind, Lu Yan began to imagine how to spend the money: "When I get the money, I will change to a synthesizer first..."

on the TV screen.

Before the hostess finished talking about the bounty, Viagra suddenly stood up. He interrupted the hostess and Lu Yan's imagination: "I don't want money!"

Viagra scratched his head at the camera and said: "I am really ashamed, I didn't do anything, this 100,000 should be reserved for those who need it more! I am willing to donate this 100,000 to the poor!"

Lu Yan: "..."

Xiao Heng: "..."

Viagra continued his passionate speech: "As a social citizen, I just do my duty! I catch fugitives not for bounty, but for justice!"

After the pride was over, he faced the audience in Xiamen and Beijing, and began to recall the summer when he failed the ranking at the age of eighteen: "Actually, I have always had a dream in my heart."

Lu Yan, a poor man in front of the TV, lost his mind.

A certain down-and-out young master who barely survived by the advance payment of wages by the owner of the Internet cafe also stopped packing his medicine box.

Lu Yan: "What did he say?"

Xiao Heng: "Is this a human language?"

Lu Yan: "Are you still human?"

"..." Lu Yan looked away from the TV with difficulty, and finally asked from the depths of his soul, "Aren't we poor enough?"

The host obviously didn't expect that there was such a story behind the enthusiastic crowd who captured the fugitive, and the title given in the script was just the four words 'market hero'.

Out of respect, the host broke away from the script and couldn't help but ask, "Sir, what's your name?"

The TV lens zooms in from far.

The lights in the live news room focused on the top of Viagra's head, illuminating Viagra's rigid forehead smooth and bright.

But what is brighter is the glowing light in Viagra's eyes.

Viagra faced the camera. At this highlight moment in his life, he didn't know how to move his hands and feet. After a long while, he nervously and solemnly said to the camera: "My name is Zhou, and my name is Zhou Mingwei."

This is actually an unusual picture.

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment.

He didn't think about the 100,000 yuan and the electronic effect device that passed him by. At that moment, for some reason, there was nothing left in his mind, except for Viagra's words "My name is Zhou Mingwei".

On TV, the host said, "Let us thank Mr. Zhou with warm applause."

Then the news program came to an end, a familiar ending song that had not been changed for more than ten years sounded, and the program ended.

"I," Lu Yan scratched his hair, not knowing what to say, "it's the first time I know what Viagra is called."

Lu Yan added: "Viagra has lived in this building for many years. Everyone usually calls him Viagra, anyway, just call him Viagra."

— My name is Zhou Mingwei.

He couldn't explain this feeling.

Lu Yan saved the video, got up and turned off the TV. The only thing he could figure out was that he decided to save Viagra: "Forget it, ask him to treat him to dinner at night, and don't eat up his old stuff. Read it backwards... are you free tonight?"

Xiao Heng stepped on his slippers and walked out, holding the breakfast that Lu Yan brought him in the morning, but he didn't refuse: "Let's talk, you go to the store later?"

Lu Yan had to go to the dessert shop to work after tidying up later.

He just learned how to whip cream yesterday, not only whipping cream, but also having to memorize all kinds of ingredients, oven temperature and time. Making a dessert is much more complicated than cutting cakes, but the traffic in their area is small, and it is not bad to receive a big order every day, and there is plenty of time for him to learn slowly.

The boss is also nice.

Lu Yan is quite satisfied with this new job.

"You really do everything." Xiao Heng leaned against the door and said.

"The title of Migrant King is not for nothing," Lu Yan said while tidying up, "I can't accept it."

Xiao Heng sneered.

When it came to the dessert shop, Lu Yan temporarily put down the things on his hands, and said, "Our shop recently launched a new product."

Xiao Heng didn't know what he wanted to express: "?"

Lu Yan: "The taste is silky, sweet but not greasy."

Xiao Heng: "Let's get to the point."

good. focus.

The point is.

"I just can't sell it," Lu Yan looked at him and said, "My performance this month is not up to the standard and I have to deduct money. Would you like a share?"

Lu Yan will not easily let go of any opportunity to increase performance: "Two for 19.9, I will deliver it to your door."

Xiao Heng turned around and left.

The new product was not sold, so Lu Yan went to the store to open the door with regret.

The dessert shop is not far from the Hei Internet Cafe, just on the street next door. It was just dawn, and the road looked a bit bleak. Lu Yan squatted down, turned the lock with the key that the boss had given him before, and pulled the blue iron anti-theft door up.

He flipped the "Closed" sign over, facing the sound of the wind chime when he pushed the door, the words on the sign changed to "Open".

After finishing this, when he turned on the light, he found that the chandelier in the store was broken.

When the proprietress arrived, she saw from a distance that the lights were not turned on in her dark store, and Lu Yan was sitting on the ladder with one leg half bent, stepping on the lower step.

"The light is broken, I'll change the light bulb." Lu Yan looked sideways at the door.

The proprietress watched worriedly from the side: "Little Lu, you, be careful."

The proprietress was afraid that he might not be able to see clearly, so she turned on the phone to illuminate Lu Yan.

The screen of the mobile phone was facing him. On the screen was the back of a boy. In front of the boy was a drawing board, holding a paint tray in his hand, and drawing sunflowers.

Lu Yan took a look and asked casually, "Is that your son?"

"Hey," the landlady's tone became softer when she mentioned her son, she smiled and said, "My son just graduated from college this year, so he's older than you."

"Art students?"

"Yeah," the proprietress complained slightly, "If I have to learn, I like to draw."

"Painting is also fine. We persuaded him to choose a teacher. How easy it is to be a teacher. Don't you think he has to be an original painter? I read on the Internet that this job is very tiring."

"In the end, I still can't screw him up. If you like it, let him go."

The proprietress's words were obviously more proud than complaining, otherwise she would not have set the picture of the child's drawing as a screensaver. After Lu Yan finished changing the light bulb, she showed Lu Yan her son's graduation work, as well as the pictures she usually posted on Weibo. Draw: "Look at this one, and this one..."

Lu Yan looked at the tenderness in the proprietress's eyes, and couldn't help but think of the word 'parents'.

After fixing the light bulb, he moved the ladder back, sat in the utility room and lit a cigarette.

In fact, he has very little impression of his parents.

He grew up with his grandfather, the kind old man would touch his head and sit in front of the door and tell him: Your parents are very good people, they love you very much... If they are still here... Look at your name , which means that you are the continuation of their life.

Although later, no one will say these things to him again.

But the word parents still has warmth in his heart.

That kind of temperature may come from the old man's rough hands and chattering words, or it may be that the sun shining on him was too hot that day.

It is undeniable that these two people who do not exist in his memory will give him a little strength to move on through a void in the middle of the night.

I don't know why the face of the young master popped up in front of my eyes.

... What do parents mean to Xiao Heng

Lu Yan thought suddenly.

"Little Lu, here's a guest—please say hello." The proprietress shouted outside.

Lu Yan pinched out the cigarette and didn't think about it any further: "Understood, come right away."

Those who came were several female high school students from nearby.

At a youthful age, her ears were secretly pierced, and her hair was dyed so that even if she was caught by the school, she could argue that she always had such a chestnut color. One of the girls pointed to the window and asked, "What flavor is this?"

"Chocolate with cheese inside."

The girl's ears turned red when she heard the voice, but her face turned red when she turned her head and saw the person.

On this day, Lu Yan sold the highest sales since he joined the job.

"Can... add a wechat?" The girl asked hesitantly before leaving with some desserts, pushed and pushed by the other girls.

"sure."

Lu Yan took out his mobile phone and said.

After the people left, Lu Yan lowered his head and sent the store's latest discount information: 20% discount on desserts on Saturdays and Sundays. For more discounts, please click [/ link].

Immediately afterwards, I sent another sentence: Your friend was here just now, I am afraid that you will be embarrassed, and if you don’t chat, you can find me to buy cakes.

After sending Lu Yan, he exited the chat box, and his eyes touched a dark profile picture in the friend list column.

The head of the young master looked very eye-catching.

Lu Yan thought, and clicked into his circle of friends.

Before Lu Yan clicked in, he thought that this kind of rich second-generation circle of friends should show off cars and how rich he is.

However, there is not much content in Xiao Heng's circle of friends.

Empty like a zombie.

Lu Yan withdrew, and when he had nothing to do, he purposely lay down in front of the cashier and sent Xiao Heng a sentence: 19.9 two, you really don't think about it

Xiao Heng's message was quickly replied.

[Xiao Heng]: Get lost.

Lu Yan was so bored that he stared at the word 'roll' and laughed for a while.

The author has something to say: Lu Yan: Where is my 100,000 yuan?