In the electrical box, the wires were ripped into a mess, and there were a few cigarette butts scattered on the ground.
The demolition company must have been waiting for this day for a long time. They hadn't touched them before. On the day of the Big Stomach King event, there was no one in the whole building, and the circuit was cut neatly.
Everyone commented: "The grandchildren are here again? When is the trick of cutting the wires going to be used? Is there any lack of morality?"
Xiao Heng stood on the outermost circle, his trouser leg was grabbed by a fleshy little hand.
The boy was about five or six years old. Due to malnutrition, he looked half a head shorter than his peers, and he couldn't even see his head if he mixed in the crowd without looking carefully.
Xiao Heng lowered his head and looked at the child for a long time.
The child rolled his eyes, didn't speak, went to look at Lu Yan, and called out childishly, "Brother Yanyan."
He wanted to call Lu Yan, but Xiao Heng blocked him and couldn't reach Lu Yan's legs.
"Who is this kid?"
"His name is Xiaonian," Lu Yan introduced, "The one who lives downstairs is good at drawing. He painted half of the graffiti in the corridor."
"His parents aren't here?"
"Let's go on summer vacation, the parents of these children have to go to work during the day."
Lu Yan squatted down and looked at him at the same level: "Why did you come down? Your mother didn't tell you not to run around, kid."
The child replied childishly: "But the house is so dark."
Lu Yan's technique of coaxing children is beyond Xiao Heng's reach. He first patted the top of the child's head, and then pointed to the electric box that had been pried open: "Did you see that big box?"
The kid nodded.
Lu Yan: "It's too tired today and wants to take a rest."
"He's good at coaxing people." Xiao Heng praised him.
"It's not bad." Lu Yan remembered the child Xiao Heng took when the two first met, "It's better than some people."
Xiao Heng wanted to refute, but what he said was indeed the truth.
"I only know how to cry all day, you can try with one."
"It's not easy. Actually, your belt isn't that bad. Let me think about it." Before getting up, Lu Yan and Xiaonian each grabbed a pair of his trouser legs, trying to pick out a good point, "It seems... I can't think of it. "
Xiao Heng made a gesture to take a step forward.
Lu Yan grabbed his trouser legs and said with a smile, "Yes! Your milk powder is just enough."
The child's world is very simple, and he doesn't know what a power outage means. Xiaonian blinked and looked at the two brothers helplessly: "Then when will he rest? work."
… Writing homework is really a big deal.
Lu Yan suggested to go to a nearby store to finish writing, but Xiaonian was not happy, the child was afraid of strangers, and was not used to leaving this building and getting in touch with the outside environment.
Finally, Lu Yan straightened up and remembered something: "Viagra."
Viagra was still in the army of cursing, each one spitting, swearing more and more vigorously, almost confiscated: "Fuck you... What's wrong with Yandi?"
Lu Yan: "Did you get a human generator before, why don't you try it? Maybe it can still work."
Lu Yan added: "This kid needs to do homework."
Viagra’s human generator was still received from a friend. At that time, there was always a power outage in the building. In a fit of anger, he figured out a new sustainable development path, but he rarely had the opportunity to actually put it into use.
Viagra slapped his thigh: "I almost forgot, yes, I still have a generator, don't be afraid Xiaonian, come to uncle's house to do homework!"
After Xiaonian went upstairs to pick up his homework and pencil case, they walked to the door of Viagra's house.
Viagra suddenly lifted the dustproof cloth in the corner—underneath was an old foot-operated human generator.
Xiao Heng: "Can it be used?"
Viagra: "Yes, as long as you are fast enough, isn't it Yandi?"
Lu Yan, the person who used this generator before: "... yes."
Lu Yan explained: "Last year, halfway through the hot pot meal, the electricity was cut off, and it was because of it... that the hot pot meal was cooked to the end."
Xiao Heng: "..." What kind of picture is that.
Lu Yan rubbed his nose: "It's very interesting, and I wrote a song later, in our band's second album, it's called Hurricane."
Viagra recalled: "Eating that hot pot meal was really not easy. I digested it while eating. My leg almost broke. After eating, I was even more hungry. Wait a minute, I will fix the circuit."
Xiao Heng's understanding of the world has gone up to a new level.
You never know what happened to the person who wrote the song, the story behind 'Come on the wind, speed up with me' is actually just a pedal-powered human generator.
"That song is about this?"
"Have you heard it?" Lu Yan was a little surprised, "That song is considered unpopular."
The song Kuangfeng was not the main song at the time. Although it continued the characteristics of their band, it was far from being a representative song of their band. Even old fans may not have an impression of this song.
The two chatted here, and the topic stopped temporarily.
Because Viagra's strong legs started to move.
He put his hands on the front pull bar, his upper body sank slowly, and his legs exerted strength!
The child is sitting at the dining table, with a pen in his hand, and a small exercise book full of AaBb under his immature elbow. In the dark room, there is only a small chandelier flickering above his head. hanging by a rope.
The child raised his head and followed the dangling chandelier with his eyes: "..."
Not far from the child, there is a mighty man with his feet on the human generator. Viagra's feet are like the wind. Under this continuous high-speed rotation, the light bulb starts to flicker!
…
The light bulb is on!
Viagra didn't stop here, he was still accelerating, and said while accelerating: "Wait, Xiaonian, it's a little hot, uncle will help you fix that fan next to you! You concentrate on your homework!"
What kind of touching neighborly love is this.
What kind of hardcore lifestyle is this.
Xiao Heng: "..."
Lu Yan: "..."
A few minutes later.
The fan turned slowly at a speed visible to the naked eye, blowing Xiaonian's homework, and the paper made a "crashing" sound.
"This fucking can really be done?" Lu Yan was shocked.
Viagra continued to snort: "Xiao Nian, how is the wind, okay?!"
Viagra shouldered the two tasks of the light bulb and the fan by himself: "It's not very tiring, I can step on it by myself, you two go back first, buy a few candles and prepare for it, it's not certain when it will be repaired. And I think he is from AABB, after copying these two pages, he is almost done."
In the end, I was stunned. I didn't expect that the kid would have 30 math addition and subtraction questions after AABB.
This child counts by snapping his fingers. He counts very slowly, and it is easy to confuse if he counts too much.
Anyway, if there is no electricity, Lu Yan simply sits at Viagra's house and guides Xiaonian with homework: "Don't count like this, just break twenty times at twenty, you are not stupid."
Lu Yan pinched a pencil and tried to calculate it for him: "You split it into two numbers..."
Xiaonian still can't learn: "But they are obviously together."
After several attempts, Lu Yan couldn't continue.
He poked the old man next to him who started playing with his mobile phone: "Come here."
Xiao Heng raised his eyes. Facts have proved that he has no talent in teaching children: "Brother tells you to dismantle it, so you can dismantle it."
Xiaonian: "..."
After staying at Viagra's house for a while, the two went upstairs.
The wires have been cut, no matter what you say, it's useless, in short, find a way to get through the night first.
Lu Yan remembered that the candles he bought last time were not used up, so he went upstairs in the dark, and Xiao Heng held his mobile phone behind him to light him.
Lifting to the sixth floor, Lu Yan took the key to open the door and lit the remaining candles.
This brightened the room.
He packed up his things for a while, and turned to find Xiao Heng sitting in front of the computer smoking a cigarette.
Lu Yan followed the light from the candle to look at the wall clock on the wall.
It was less than ten minutes before Xiao Heng's game was released.
Lu Yan didn't accept his pile of fruit utensils anymore, so he simply sat down opposite Xiao Heng, and turned on his phone anxiously.
Lu Yan thought it was troublesome to chat privately one by one, so after he came out of the blacklist, he simply created a group for the underground band. The name was "Band Exchange Group", and he even stated sanctimoniously in the group introduction: Forever Brothers Band , together against the wind and rain together, let us walk hand in hand on the road of music!
There are a total of more than a dozen bands in the group.
Every pull out is a character who can shake the rock circle in Xiamen.
[Lu Yan]: @all members.
[Lu Yan]: We are in the same boat through thick and thin, the time has come to witness whether we are brothers.
The people in the group vaguely felt that something was wrong, but thinking about Lu Yan these past few days, the cakes have been sold, her boyfriend has also shown off, and the V group has developed pretty well recently... What else can this bastard do.
The group members slowly issued a group of question marks.
Lu Yan continued to type: [Link] The latest masterpiece of a genius programmer, with a different gaming experience, we sincerely invite everyone to click and leave a good review.
After the circuit was cut off, it may be due to psychological effects, Lu Yan only felt that the speed of the mobile phone network was also much slower.
Otherwise, why has no one replied for a long time? ?
After a while, the phone started vibrating.
The replies from the group members were quite enthusiastic, and there was a lot of response.
Group member "Kangaroo" exits the group chat.
The group member "Captain Spades" quit the group chat.
…
Lu Yan's band group broke up completely within two days.
After Xiao Heng finished smoking a cigarette, he turned on his cell phone. Lu Yan thought that this person was probably too excited now. Every time his band releases an album, he basically couldn't sleep well at night, and he opened his eyes to read comments after a while. .
Just as Lu Yan was thinking, he suddenly heard a familiar "I'm sorry" from Xiao Heng's phone.
... ... ...
Lu Yan: "What are you playing?"
Xiao Heng: "Fight the Landlord."
Lu Yan: "What do you play Landlords?"
Xiao Heng narrowed his eyes: "There's nothing to do."
"..."
"Your game, don't you watch it?"
Xiao Heng glanced at him: "What's so interesting."
"You don't need to watch it. This kind of low-cost brainstorming game may become popular for a while, but the novelty will not last long. When the game routine is almost understood by the players and enters the fatigue period, the popularity will soon drop." Xiao Heng said. He didn't think too highly of himself for this small game that he had completed and launched within a period of time, and he knew his position very well.
"But the advertisement still has to be launched to create momentum for the following projects..."
Xiao Heng said, his eyes seemed to be completely closed, very loose, but there was a kind of power in his voice.
Seeing Lu Yan looking over, Xiao Heng threw the lighter on the table again: "What kind of eyes do you have?"
Lu Yan said: "I think your awesome eyes."
Xiao Heng twitched the corner of his mouth lightly: "It's not that powerful."
This kind of silence made the two of them stop chatting involuntarily.
The hour hand pointed to eight o'clock in the evening.
Lu Yan searched for the words "near death" in the WeChat applet. This name was chosen because Xiao Heng gave him a beta version to test at that time, and after Lu Yan died nine times in a row, he threw his phone at the game developer to vent his anger with the feeling of wanting to kill the person next to him: "Go to hell."
At that time, Xiao Heng bit his cigarette and took it: "Come here, I will teach you how to play."
The man folded his hands on his, leading him to press the forward symbol: "I have to jump twice here, didn't you see the crow flying over?"
Xiao Heng sat back and bit his cigarette again, and asked him, "How many times have you died?"
"Twice." Lu Yan said.
"Listen to your fart."
"Nine times! Satisfied?"
…
The network was really slow after the power outage. Lu Yan typed the name of the game, and the search icon stayed on the screen for a few seconds before a 'dead' icon appeared.
It's just a very simple low-cost game, even the icon is very simple, and the message "the creator has no money" is revealed everywhere. Lu Yan still fell into indescribable excitement and faint pride, especially the small words on the far side of the icon: Producer, XH.
Lu Yan read the word 'XH' over and over several times before he remembered that he took a change of clothes to take a bath instead.
The three or two candles in the room were useless at all. When the closet door was opened, it was pitch black inside, and it was hard to tell whether it was clothes or trousers.
Suddenly a strong light came from behind, and Xiao Heng held up his mobile phone to illuminate him: "Look for it."
Lu Yan casually took out two pieces.
Xiao Heng lifted it all the way to the bathroom.
Lu Yan thought that Xiao Heng wanted to follow in, but Xiao Heng didn't tease him this time. He put out the flashlight of his mobile phone and asked in the darkness, "Does your mobile phone have power?"
Lu Yan turned on the phone screen.
"Take photos yourself," Xiao Heng said, "Call me if you need anything."
When Lu Yan moved his hand, the light on the screen flickered.
"I'm going back to take a shower too, my body smells too strong," Xiao Heng couldn't stand the smell of watermelon juice on his body, "Want to keep me? I don't mind washing with you..."
Xiao Heng paused.
There was a bit of disgust in his words, and in the disgust, he searched carefully and found a trace of regret: "Tsk, your bathroom is too small."
Maybe it's because the darkness is too easy to hide emotions, and it's too easy to magnify the other side of emotions, maybe it's because Xiao Heng standing in front of him at this moment is really irresistible. Holding the clothes, Lu Yan stretched out one hand to tug at the hem of his clothes, and said word by word: "Don't you try?"
Lu Yan's "try" subtly overlapped with Bai Tian's words.
"It should fit." Lu Yan's mouth was a little dry, he licked the corner of his mouth lightly, and said, "It depends on you or I."
In the next second, the phone fell to the ground, the bathroom door was roughly pushed open, and the light on the screen was weak—
Lu Yan's waist hit the sink hard.
He also ran into Xiao Heng's dark eyes.
The bathroom is really small. Normally, Lu Yan would be able to throw his arms on the tiles when standing in this bathroom. Now it is even more difficult to accommodate two people. Xiao Heng can only barely squeeze between Lu Yan's legs.
With a little candlelight, Xiao Heng happened to meet the three rings on Lu Yan's right ear. Lu Yan went to the recording studio during the day, and he would habitually tidy himself up when he went out. This habit was often criticized by Li Zhen before, commonly known as Saobao.
Xiao Heng couldn't help raising his hand and pinching it: "Is that song really written for the generator?"
Lu Yan, "Did you really listen? When."
Xiao Heng said, "It's very early."
I just mentioned Kang Ru's child downstairs. In fact, the appearance of Kang Ru's child was a complete accident. It was like a stone falling straight at him, and Xiao Heng fell down again at the bottom of his life. .
He began to experience the cruel reality of not being expected by anyone and appearing in this world meaninglessly.
No matter how many things he has done to numb himself in the past few years... When the child cries, Xiao Qishan's mouth opens and closes, and countless voices wake him up.
Lu Yan's appearance is like a key.
Opened a magic box that he had abandoned long ago.
From the moment he moved into this building, a world he had never touched before opened up before his eyes little by little.
Leading the charge was a lead singer who had no band for the time being.
Xiao Heng never said that since Lu Yan sang that song to him on the rooftop, he sometimes lay in the rented room and couldn't sleep at night, and would go to the music software to find their band's songs by accident.
He didn't know whether he was listening to the song or listening to someone's voice.
Lu Yan's voice came out of the earphones in countless sleepless nights.
Sometimes accompanied by a fierce rhythm, sometimes crooning.
Xiao Heng closed his eyes, listened to the voice in his ear, and said that it doesn't matter if tomorrow's day is a bit more fucked up.
Xiao Heng wrapped his arm around Lu Yan's waist, and during the intense movement, the hem of Lu Yan's T-shirt was lifted up by the man's hand a little bit, revealing the edge of a pair of jeans and half of his thin waist.
He rested his other hand on Lu Yan's leg.
Xiao Heng compared with the palm of his hand and found that the waist was really thin.
The legs are fucking long too.
Xiao Heng's hand on his leg slowly went up.
click.
The sound of a belt buckle being opened.
The focus of Lu Yan's whole body was only the small area where he was sitting in contact with the sink, and the knuckles that were leaning on the sink, and couldn't help it until they turned white.
It was pitch black all around.
In the darkness where you can't reach your fingers, any slight voice is infinitely magnified, and Lu Yan uses this darkness to throw away all his reason as if he has lost his head.
His fingers tightened a little more.
Xiao Heng never felt that he was a voice controler, but after meeting Lu Yan, he really fell for him.
This pose is really too close.
This is more like a game, wanton teasing, who will surrender first, and who will be defeated first.
"Yanyan is very courageous today."
Lu Yan gasped: "...shut up."
Until finally all the breaths were gradually intertwined, Lu Yan raised his head, his fingers passed through Xiao Heng's waist, his long straight legs were tense, and his fingertips exerted a little force, almost scratching a mark on them.
Even the corners of Lu Yan's eyes turned red, and he couldn't speak at all.
…
Xiao Heng finally lowered his head, leaned against his neck, and commented in a hoarse voice: "You are very fast."