Fangro

Qin Ruxu didn't cry for a few minutes in total, she couldn't make a sound, only tears rolled down, this kind of silent deep sorrow was more intense than howling.

Yang Zhen couldn't bear to look directly at her, and poured her a cup of hot water, then took an apple and began to peel it slowly, without urging her to eat or drink, just looking for something to do for herself.

Although she temporarily loses control of her emotions, she is not someone who can sympathize with anyone. Qin Ruxu has a house and a job. According to today's secular standards, she is more than a success.

Yang Zhen never criticizes others, whether he stands out from the crowd or returns to the ordinary, like people drink water and know how well they are, they can do whatever makes them feel better.

As for what others think, some people care, some don't care, some people care about it and don't care, and the result of everyone's life is nothing more than the saying that character determines destiny.

Qin Ruxu's pride determined that she couldn't tolerate her collapse for too long. After venting, she went rationally and felt awkward. She even cried to a friend she didn't know well. If Yang Zhen was mean, she wouldn't Know how to laugh at her.

Qin Ruxu rubbed his nose with the back of his finger, and typed: [Sorry, I let you see a joke. ]

Yang Zhen shook his head and said gently: "Don't say that, no one has lost control yet."

In order to alleviate Qin Ruxu's embarrassment, he used the same situation and added with the understanding that no one should look down on anyone: "I once lived like this in front of my landlord because I was homesick."

While speaking, he also drew a finger between the eyes and the chin from top to bottom with both eloquence and speech.

Qin Ruxu didn't expect him to be so...Loving home, he typed in shock: Is your landlord male or female?

Yang Zhen: "Men."

Qin Ruxu straightly felt that it would be better if she was of the opposite sex. After all, Yang Zhen's face and figure are here, and men are more arrogant. Her mind has already turned to gossip: Then how did he react?

"I didn't say anything," Yang Zhen lifted the half-peeled apple, and smiled warmly at the reappearing memory in his mind, "I just went out and peeled the fruit for a long time."

Not to disturb is the most considerate and gentle, Qin Ruxu entered empathetically: Then your landlord is quite kind.

Although Quan Wei's pricking and jerking didn't look like it, but a soft-hearted person is kind, Yang Zhen let out a "huh" from the bottom of his heart, with a stuffy smile in his nasal voice.

When someone you like is praised by others, it's hard not to feel complacent.

Qin Ruxu rented a house before, and basically only met the landlord twice, renting the house while checking out, but Yang Zhen seemed to get along with his landlord like friends.

Qin Ruxu misunderstood and thought that the landlord was a good person. Since she was about to join the renting army, she told Yang Zhen in advance: "It's very good. I like this kind of landlord. If you need to introduce it to me in the future."

Yang Zhen was very willing to introduce reliable tenants to Quan Wei in his personal capacity, so that neither party would have to pay an extra agency fee. He said generously, "No problem."

After sitting for more than ten minutes, Du Juan, who had gone out to talk, came back, and saw that the girl and Yang Zhen were smiling, although they didn't talk, and they seemed to be a good match.

In fact, except for Shen Hao, she thinks that young married men who are similar in stature and appearance are suitable for her.

There is someone at the head of the bed, so Yang Zhen should go. The two things that happened at night were a bit sad. Yang Zhen originally thought that after going downhill, it should be uphill, but after he got home, he found that the bottom of the slope today was at the bottom of the slope. Home is waiting.

It was after 9 o'clock when he got home, there was no one at home, the lights were in the dark, and there was no response to Quan Wei's messages and calls, and he didn't know what he was doing.

Puzzled, Yang Zhen went to the kitchen to put down the lunch box, and was going to go back to the second bedroom to change into home clothes.

The second bedroom is closer to the balcony, and the coffee table is on the way he must pass. Quan Wei is used to being a landlord and doesn't like to put too many things on the countertop. Usually, there is basically an ashtray left on the coffee table except for the fruit plate and the paper box. Therefore, once something new appears on it, it is very eye-catching.

There was a small stack of papers on the coffee table today. Although Yang Zhen had no intention of peeking, it is an instinct to be attracted by new things. When the words on the cover jumped into his eyes, he raised his left foot unconsciously. in the air.

Personal files, credit investigations, and related case records—two words were written on the horizontal line in the middle of the second row: Yang Zhen.

A lot of incomprehensible and speculative question marks popped up in Yang Zhen's mind.

How can my own information appear at home?

Why are these collected and for what purpose?

Who is investigating him, someone else or Quan Wei?

What is the content of these things?Quan Wei is not at home, does this have anything to do with it?

These papers contain the past of the original body, and all kinds of cheating experiences tell Yang Zhen that the content will never be something that will make him happy.

Looking at his own records is not an invasion of privacy. When he picked up the stack of thin papers, Yang Zhen was busy building a line of defense in his heart, thinking that no matter what he saw, he should be calm.

But when he read it page by line, even he couldn't help feeling that the original body he attached was really a villain with bad conduct, so what would Quan Wei think of him?

It seems that there has always been such an endless loop, with constant troubles, grievances and grievances, and the stable days are only peaceful for three days.

Until after 10 o'clock, no one answered the call to Quan Wei.

The lack of response aggravated Yang Zhen's wild thoughts. Sitting and sitting, he suddenly remembered the back garden of the bar a long time ago.

Without Quan Wei's popularity, the room became deserted for many times, and the feeling of the scene made him even more melancholy. Finally, Yang Zhen couldn't sit still, picked up his phone and wallet, locked the door and went out.

At this time, autumn was already in the middle of the night, and the north wind was blowing in the middle of the night, and the few dead leaves on the tops of the sycamore trees were rolled down, as if some kind of withering and ending.

Yang Zhen walked a long way against the north wind, but he didn't realize that the mobile phone in his pocket was quietly turned off by the cold.

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Sun Shaoning talked too much because he was concerned, and he always wanted to talk about power and defend Yang Zhen's heart.

But Quan pretended to be deaf and dumb, and Sun Shaoning felt that he was very much like his grandma. In order to maintain his coolness, he simply found something for himself to do.

Quan Wei had been lying down for a long time, and his whole body felt uncomfortable, and the frequency of pancakes on the sofa was a bit high, and he didn't feel much about it.

He fooled Quan Wei out to get an injection.

The bartender at Zero One Bar is a senior lumbar patient who has deep research on lumbar care. In the circle of friends, there are one after another about acupuncture, bone setting, traction, and physical therapy. Sun Shaoning ran to brush it up and found that acupuncture has the best analgesic effect .

Quan Wei has no objection anyway, he didn't realize that being unable to move was so painful before, he just wanted to be alive and kicking as soon as possible.

The two hit it off immediately, and you helped me to the street where the Chinese medicine clinic was recommended by the bartender.

Before going out, Quan Wei conveniently stuffed Yang Zhen's materials that he hadn't finished researching under the sofa cushions.

Quan Wei has a temper for firecrackers, and there was no sparks when the fire was fired, so it is probably a squib.

His inexplicable confidence in Yang Zhen's character is his business, but from Sun Shaoning's standpoint, he will still do his best to protect his friend.

If Yang Zhen had a conscience, he would react when he saw his "glorious" deeds, so Sun Shaoning wanted to see it.

The world is impermanent, and basically at his stage, he basically doesn't hesitate too much about what he wants to do.

Sun Shaoning saw Quan Wei's actions in his eyes, he didn't say anything at the time, but after he took Quan Wei out of the door, he excused himself to pee, went back to the room and took out the paper and put it in the middle of the coffee table.

When Yang Zhen came home, Quan Wei was being tortured on a single bed in the clinic.

The bartender and Sun Shaoning probably had a grudge, and the acupuncture recommended was very unusual.

A needle as thick as a sweater needle was baked on fire and pierced into the legendary acupoints, and spun around in the acupoints like cement. Once it was not pierced, it was repeated again, and the sweat on the tip of the nose was so painful that it was dripping. While being stabbed, he scolded Sun Shaoning in his heart for being a bold and troublesome person.

He was also deceived by lard, so he came out to suffer with Sun Shaoning, otherwise he would have been lying happily at home by now, and Yang Zhen could tell a joke if he was really bored.

Sun Shaoning was even more cowardly and funny, the five-year-old and three-year-old man actually fainted from the needle, lying on the wooden bench in the clinic dizzy, his phone vibrated in his pocket for a long time and didn't pay attention to it.

Quan Wei finally found a little happiness in the pain, picked the mattress of the Chinese medicine doctor and said, "Why didn't I realize that you are such a bitch before."

The dizziness didn't prevent him from rolling his eyes, Sun Shaoning was so angry that he wanted to laugh: "I didn't realize that either, thank you."

He doesn't get dizzy from the small needles he usually injects, but this one is thicker than the needles used to vaccinate pigs, which really challenges his retina a bit.

There was no back needle in opening the acupoint, and Quan Wei was stabbed from the waist to the back of the knee by the old doctor, and the pain lasted for two and a half hours.

The needle tip scalded the skin, leaving behind a bunch of tattoo-like indigo dots, the size of mung beans, arranged like a star array on Quan Wei's waist and legs, which is basically difficult to remove naturally. stained.

But after the piercing, the feeling was indeed different. Before going out, his waist had been hurting. Now he didn’t know if it was numb or what. When he got out of bed, he stood for a few seconds and waited for Sun Shaoning to lift his sweatpants. Surprisingly, there was no pain for a while.

Quan Wei happily punched Sun Shaoning, and forgave him for his meritorious deeds.

After the Chinese medicine practitioner took away the needle like a murder weapon, Sun Shaoning didn't feel dizzy anymore, and sighed in amazement at the profoundness of Chinese medicine.

The doctor stopped Sun Shaoning from helping Quanwei, and said with a smile: "There is no need to memorize it, he can walk slowly, but not for too long. After returning home, put this plaster on it. Whether he can lie down or lie down, he can live if he can." It’s normal to have another needle in a week, and it’s normal if the needle site is sore and swollen these days, just apply a hot towel.”

Quan Wei paid the money happily, and the first thing he did when he got in the car was to ask Sun Shaoning for his mobile phone. There were 5 missed calls on the screen, all from Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen does things very neatly, but he seldom urges people. If one phone call fails, he basically leaves a message to ask someone to call back. He will not make a series of calls. Five consecutive calls are a bit abnormal.

Quan Wei called back and found that the phone was turned off. He frowned for a while, and suddenly had an unusual premonition in his heart.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to have a late night snack?" Sun Shaoning lowered his head and fastened his seat belt, but he didn't notice that his expression was wrong.

"Buxiao," Quan Wei dialed again, and pressed the safety buckle into the keyhole with a "click", "Go straight back to my house."

His eyelids were drooping, Sun Shaoning thought he was tired, and when he was sent downstairs, he was running "whoosh" in front, only to realize that he seemed to be worried about something.

You can see the lights at home from downstairs, Quan Wei thought that Yang Zhen was at home, but his phone was out of battery, but when he entered the door, he saw the investigation materials lying quietly on the coffee table, this thing must have become sophisticated I lost my leg, otherwise I shouldn't be here.

Yang Zhen's briefcase is also on the sofa, he only has this one bag, Quan Wei watched him carry it out in the morning, this person came back after he went out, and then went out again.

As for why, Quan Wei's eyes fell on those papers involuntarily. If his roommate investigates him, no matter the reason, Quan Wei feels that he will explode.

At this time, he didn't think that Sun Shaoning was doing the trick, but he felt that the room was too quiet. He knew that Yang Zhen should not be at home, but he still couldn't help shouting at a higher volume: "Yang Zhen?"

There was only an inaudible echo in the room to answer him.