Chapter 33 Ji Nian

stayed for one night. Ren He had to go back to his hometown for something. Feng Qing was on vacation and wanted to go back with him.

He sent the two to the high-speed rail station. Before leaving, Ren He pulled Feng Ran over and whispered: "This kid has great driving skills. He didn't even touch the railing when drifting."

Feng Ran glanced at the person in the driver's seat of the car and laughed secretly: "That's not the case. He's driving a motorcycle."

"What's your relationship with him? I wanted to ask yesterday, but he didn't say

anything. I was afraid of angering him." "Nothing... He has some relationship with Shen Zhi." Although it has nothing to do with him, it's still difficult to say, "It's a relative, I don't know if I can say that.

" Ren He didn't ask much, patted his shoulder: "Okay, that's it, settle down and call me."

Feng Ran said: "If Shen Zhi finds you..."

"He can't find me." Ren He said indifferently, "He's not that capable."

Feng Ran thought it was hard to say.

After getting in the car, he asked He Chuan: "Where are you going?"

He Chuan just drove, his lips seemed to be stuck by 502.

Feng Ran guessed that he probably used a little force when closing the car door. He Chuan mentioned it last night, but he forgot it today. He always felt that this matter was not worth getting angry about, so he was too lazy to talk - there was also a reason for being angry and unwilling to talk. It

was not until he passed two service areas that he admitted defeat and said, "Can you take a break later? Do you have a strong bladder?"

He Chuan still said nothing. When he arrived at the service area, Feng Ran got out of the car to get some fresh air. He stood against the wall and smoked half a cigarette. When he got in the car, He Chuan stared at him.

"What's wrong?"

"You smoked." He Chuan said expressionlessly, "Let the smell of smoke dissipate before getting in the car."

"Oh, sorry."

He Chuan turned around and got in the car.

The car door slammed shut, and Feng Ran was at a loss. He really didn't want to smoke that much, but he just happened to have it in his pocket and took it out.

He walked over and knocked on the glass, saw that cold face appear, and said, "I don't smoke anymore. Can I smoke myself?"

He Chuan lowered his eyelids and opened the car door.

It was late at night when they arrived at their destination. Feng Ran was starving. He found a fly restaurant in the dark and ate two big bowls of noodles.

This was the small town where He Chuan lived when he was in college. He had rented a house in advance. It was a small house of 40 square meters with an annual rent of 6,200 yuan.

When he contacted the landlord, Feng Ran was sitting in the noodle shop drinking soup.

The hot soup made him cry. He thought of Chen Zhi for no reason. On a cold day, he was alone in that big house. Did he serve himself such a bowl of soup? He didn't know how far it was from Jiang City, nor could he accurately estimate the time and minute he left.

He had nothing on him when he left.

He Chuan finally hung up the phone. Feng Ran asked, "What do you mean?"

"Get in the car."

The community is a bit old, the street lights are dim, large parking spaces are unattended, and patches of weeds grow in the cracks of the concrete floor. Feng Ran stammered that he had no money and could only owe the rent first. He Chuan, who always cared about things, didn't seem to have any intention of asking him for money this time. He listened and nodded.

For several days in a row, Feng Ran could hardly see He Chuan.

He Chuan went out early and came back late. It was unknown what he was busy with, and he seldom talked to him. On his day off, he went out to find work.

With something to do and time filled, the two of them became roommates.

Feng Ran worked all morning, and just as he was about to take a break at noon, another car drove in. No one wanted to work at lunchtime, and he was new, so he naturally took the initiative to help. When he lifted the car to check the brake pads, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell down uncontrollably.

After all, his body was not healed. He sat on the ground and thought.

The driver was kind enough to let him rest, but he shook his head, took two sips of Coke and continued.

He couldn't hold on any longer at night, so he returned to the rental house and lay on the sofa, unable to get up.

He didn't know when He Chuan came back, and Feng Ran woke up to find himself in the hospital.

He Chuan sat aside and looked at his phone, looked at him and said, "You slept for two days."

"So long."

He went directly to the car dealership after being discharged from the hospital in the afternoon, but several masters refused to let him come, saying that he was in poor physical condition.

He went back in a dusty state, holding a few pots of flowers in his arms and a few seedlings in his pocket.

He Chuan came back and asked, "Do you want to open a flower shop?"

Feng Ran sat on the sofa and thought for a moment and said, "This is the sixth floor... How did you come up with such an idea?" "

Yeah."

"I was fired... I was given a few dozen yuan in wages and five pots of flowers that I didn't want. They said it was good for my health."

"You should take care of your health."

Feng Ran sighed and said, "No."

He followed He Chuan the next day and rode his bicycle around the long streets and turned around in the old alleys for more than ten times, but finally lost him.

He was wandering at the intersection and was gently patted on the shoulder.

He turned around and laughed dryly, "Haha... What a coincidence."

He Chuan raised his chin and took him into the silver shop.

The decoration inside the house was no different from before. It was so small that it was difficult to stand. The door curtain was thick and drooping. Feng Ran always doubted whether anyone would patronize it.

He Chuan made tea for him and said, "There is an electric heater, turn it on when it's cold."

Feng Ran said, "I'll do something for you."

"No." He shook his head, his eyes seemed to say "Don't make trouble."

Feng Ran felt very bored.

He borrowed a few hundred yuan from He Chuan to buy a second-hand mobile phone, recharged a data card, and started to do the proxy business again. He played until he was exhausted and forgot to eat and sleep. Except for cooking and buying food, he hardly left the table and chair. He Chuan warned him that he would die suddenly if he continued like this. Feng Ran explained that it was better to get points in the early morning.

He was the first wave of infection after the virus spread. He sneezed in the shop and was disliked by customers, and finally his business went bankrupt.

After the people left, he said awkwardly: "The virus is a bit strong recently, otherwise I will go home first? How about sending you food at dinner time?"

He Chuan said: "Don't suffer for nothing."

"I just want to make some money."

"No need.

" "Why not?"

"What is your purpose in coming here?"

To avoid Shen Zhi. But this is not a solution. His life was disrupted by Shen Zhi... How to restart is a big problem.

He asked back: "What about you? Why are you here?"

He Chuan turned his head away and said nothing.

Feng Ran was a little anxious for no reason: "If you don't like it, I can leave. I don't want to cause trouble to irrelevant people because of me and him."

He Chuan said coldly: "I am irrelevant."

Feng Ran didn't know why he repeated these words, and said: "Yes. Although you have some other involvement with him, it is indeed irrelevant to this matter in general."

He felt that He Chuan was angry.

But this anger was inexplicable and he was confused.

He found time to call Ren He, who said that Chen Zhi contacted him and asked if Feng Ran had enough money to spend, and transferred 80,000 yuan to his card.

Feng Ran felt strangely sad.

"But I can't withdraw the money."

"Yes, this brother is really talented. He wanted to send me cash at first, but I thought, forget it, and just said I would transfer it to your card first."

He asked with mixed feelings: "What do you think of him?"

Ren He immediately screamed: "Brother, don't I say, do you want to reconcile? What does he do to you? If he wants to die, do you plan to rush back to save him?"

Feng Ran was so upset by what he said. It's true that he didn't want to reconcile, and it's also true that he was worried.

He didn't dare to say that he often dreamed of Shen Zhi recently. The winter in this city is too cold, and the night is as cold as water. The dull pain in his left shoulder has awakened his subconscious countless times, repeating the humiliating situation of being tightly bound by Shen Zhi's hand for him over and over again.

He woke up in a sweat, his throat was dry and sore, the culprit was the electric heater that He Chuan had quietly turned on.

He moved his body and found that his shameful lust had leaked out at some point. He closed his eyes to suppress it, and tried his best to think of something pure and simple, but all he could think of were obscene memories, and his desires were exposed.

He didn't want to be obsessed, but his body was thinking.

This man, who he had trained to be a perfect match with, who was gifted with the ability to draw inferences from one instance, has now become a big worry for him.

Feng Ran cursed in the darkness. He had tasted what it felt like to pick up a rock and drop it on his own feet. He

spent the New Year in the silver shop.

It was snowing lightly, and Feng Ran turned on the electric heater, electric blanket, etc. As expected, the circuit breaker tripped. He Chuan used a flashlight and stood on a stool to fix it for a long time, but failed. He jumped down and said, "No, we have to contact an electrician."

He Chuan said, "Today is New Year's Day, no one will answer the phone."

Feng Ran said, "Then will you still work? How about taking a day off? Or how about using your mobile phone?"

He Chuan pondered for a while and said, "We have to meet the deadline."

So the flashlights of the two mobile phones became the only light sources.

In the second half of the night, the battery ran out, and He Chuan finally stood up to clean up the workbench.

Feng Ran, wrapped in a quilt, asked drowsily, "Is it done?"

"It's done."

Feng Ran jumped up: "What to eat?"

He Chuan took him to a bar.

Feng Ran hesitated before entering the door, and then thought that no matter how capable Shen Zhi was, he probably couldn't find out where he was.

He followed He Chuan into the door, and there was a guitarist singing English songs in the corner. His expression was intoxicated, his pronunciation was not clear, and his voice was hoarse and sad. Not long after they sat down, someone came over and greeted He Chuan, "Old classmate, long time no see."

He Chuan nodded and said, "How are you?"

"Same as always." The man's eyes lingered on Feng Ran's face, "What about you? How's it going?"

"Same," He Chuan stood up, "I'll go get the food."

"Does this person have any food taboos?"

Feng Ran said, "No." "

The food is in the kitchen box, and the seasonings are in the drawer."

After He Chuan left, the man lit a cigarette and handed it to Feng Ran, who shook his head, "No thanks."

The man looked at him playfully, took back the cigarette, and stopped talking.

Feng Ran was not used to letting things get cold, so he asked, "Were you classmates?"

"We lived in the same dormitory in college."

"Is that so." Feng Ran remembered something, "Was he always so quiet back then?"

The other person's smile deepened, and he said, "About the same time. He didn't talk for a month after he started school, and we thought he was dumb."

Feng Ran found it very interesting, and smiled, "Indeed."

"How about you? How did you know each other?"

"Let me think... It's a coincidence. We met on the street at first. Then we got to know each other after a few visits."

The other person fell into deep thought for a few seconds, and when he looked up again, he said, "Yeah, I heard him mention it."

At this time, He Chuan came, holding a few plates of fried food and a few bottles of wine.

Feng Ran found that He Chuan was not so averse to cigarettes at this time.

He Chuan pushed the food in front of him, and his roommate also said, "Eat more."

So Feng Ran was not polite and ate all the food. He Chuan was always slow and leisurely. After a long time of eating two fried chicken legs, Feng Ran was already full.

His roommate was always smoking and smiling at them.

"How long will you stay here?" he suddenly asked.

He Chuan said, "Probably a long time."

"Oh? Then where do you live?"

He Chuan gave an address.

"Over there, it's okay, cheap. Are you still working on your gadgets?"

"Yeah."

"What about this guy?" He looked at Feng Ran.

Feng Ran couldn't say that he was a car mechanic or a game player, but being an unemployed vagrant or hiding from his ex-boyfriend seemed even more unreliable, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Nothing, just messing around."

The man laughed, "Hehe", and it was hard to tell whether it was praise or criticism.

The bland chat lasted for an hour, and Feng Ran couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to go out for some fresh air. He Chuan immediately followed him and stood up, ready to leave.

"Okay, let's get together another day." The man said, "I forgot to ask, what's this guy's name?"

This was said to He Chuan, and Feng Ran had already walked to the door. He subconsciously stopped, and in the blank space between the guitar sounds, he clearly heard He Chuan's voice:

"Don't you know?"

Then the man's smiling voice: "Oh, yes. His name is... Feng Ran."