The king is here

Bullying... Oh no, after playing with the bear for a while, Yan Yong was a little tired, so he greeted him and went back to rest on the deck chair under his parasol.

The breeze stirred his black hair, and he turned over drowsily, grabbed his sunglasses and straw hat and put them on, and fell asleep in the cool sea breeze and the melodious sound of waves.

In the dream, there was a clear blue sky, white and soft clouds, an endless blue ocean, golden sandy beaches, tall coconut trees, and himself.

One's life, one's dream.

In the afternoon, after returning home from the beach, Yan Yong changed into washed-white jeans and a blue shirt, stepped on his sneakers and went out excitedly.This time his destination was the newly opened snack street that he found on the map of the same city yesterday.Since signing the contract, he has become a complete nerd, and he hasn't gone out to eat, drink, or walk around for a long time.

Taking the No. 26 bus, I bumped all the way to the stop on the special bus of N City that "everywhere shakes except the wheels". When I got off the bus, Yan Yong's feet were still fluttering, as if his feet were under rough waves, and it took him a while to recover.

Rubbing the temples of his forehead, Yan Yong shook his head to wake himself up, and when he raised his head again, he almost recovered.

Walk about 300 meters east from the bus station, turn right according to the road signs, and walk another few tens of meters. The rich aroma of various foods is transpiring in a variety of colorful lights. Yan Yong's nose was itchy, and he felt uncomfortable and comfortable from choking.

Both sides of the narrow street are lined with small wooden shops. Oily smoke is overflowing from a dangling electric lamp. There are young men and women walking back and forth in front of the shops with their shoulders crossed.Of course Yan Yong is also one of them, he is like a drop of water in a lake in a huge crowd by himself, unobtrusive and unobtrusive.

Pancakes, finger cakes, hot and sour noodles, duck necks, chicken feet with pickled peppers, Xinjiang barbecue, kimchi... almost all the snacks Yan Yong knows are here, and the presentation is extremely good. His mouth watered when he didn't eat lunch , There was a drum in my stomach, a surge of arrogance rushed straight up from the bottom of my heart, I felt that I had no problem sweeping this snack street as if I was searching for something!

Then he charged into the crowd.

With a skewer in his left hand and a cup of milk tea in his right, Yan Yong sat at the table behind the hot and sour noodle shop and said loudly: "The boss is here for a bowl of noodle, put more spicy!"

"Okay!" The rich lady boss replied without turning her head, and her hands immediately became busy.

"You do it first, I'll go to buy something, remember to put more peppers."

"I know."

Yan Yong was not idle when the hot and sour powder was on the table. After emphasizing with the proprietress to add more spice, he ate the skewers slowly, and even strolled to the nearby shop to buy a chicken chop and grilled chicken wings. The mouth was full of oil and I was so uncomfortable, I barely suppressed the glutton who kept shouting and jumping.When he returned to the hot and sour noodle shop, he ate almost everything in his hands, and the noodle was ready. It was steaming hot, spicy and tangy, which once again hooked his eager cravings.

Happily breaking apart the disposable chopsticks and about to put them down, Yan Yong had just rolled a few sticks of vermicelli when he heard a "bang" next to him. The sound was loud and dull, making the nearby few meters quiet for a few seconds.While putting the fans into his mouth, he turned his head suspiciously. When he saw the crying girl and the young man with a bowl of beef noodle soup on his head, dripping down his hair and the contours of his face, he didn't choke to death.

What's the situation?Could it be that the young man broke up with the girl, and the girl didn't agree with him, and then he did such and such a scumbag and was shot in the head by the girl with beef noodles?Uh... This seems to be the plot of some third-rate romance novels, don't ask him how he knows.

The onlookers cast concerned eyes on the suspected couple, but Yan Yong was not interested, at most he felt sorry for the bowl of innocent noodles.He moved the bowl to the front, wrapped the dried bamboo shoots in flour with his chopsticks, stuffed the meat slices in his mouth, and continued to eat intently.

"You heartless guy, you heartless guy!..." The girl danced with tears and beat the chest of the young man whose face was covered with beef batter with her "little fist", and said nonsense curse words in her mouth.The young man's face was distorted by the beating, and he felt pain even several meters away.

Yan Yong chewed the dried bamboo shoots crisply and loudly.

"I said we are not suitable!" The young man shook off the soup noodles and bowls on his head in disgust, pushed the girl away with a dark face, and said irritably, "How long are you going to make trouble? I already have someone I like Can't you fulfill us?"

The girl stared in disbelief and cried so much that her mascara and eyeliner melted off her face, and she pushed the young man hard, crying in embarrassment: "You want me to fulfill you!? You bastard, you have no heart, don't you?" Man! I have done so much for you, how could you do this to me, how could you..."

Yan Yong drank the soup and smashed it.

"A twisted melon is not sweet, don't you understand? Is it interesting for you to pester me all the time? Do you know that you are very annoying!" The young man rolled his eyes, and the look at the girl was no longer the tenderness she expected Or pity, but full of disgust and anger, like a quenched sharp knife cutting her heart one by one.

Seeing the girl sobbing and sobbing and staring at him in a daze without speaking, the young man curled his lips, pulled out a long roll of paper from the table to wipe the sticky soup on his face, threw the dirty paper away, and was about to turn around leave.Unexpectedly, his turning around hurt the girl who was already sad, and she frantically rushed to grab the young man's sleeve.The young man was getting angry, maybe he was impatient to deal with her again, or maybe he felt ashamed to be surrounded by people, so he threw her away with a sullen face and walked away.

The girl fell down and sat on the cold ground, staring blankly at the direction the young man was leaving for a long time, covering her face in collapse and crying loudly, her voice was hoarse and had no image at all.

The onlookers came back to their senses, looked at the crying girl sympathetically, and lamented a few words about how the current children are balabala, and how the current couple are balabala, then they diverted their attention and went their own way.

The huge world, the bustling crowd, and the heartbroken girl only felt that despair came like a tide, drowning out all voices, silence, loneliness, and almost suffocation.

Yan Yong drank the last mouthful of soup and burped for a long time.

The girl immersed in grief suddenly heard a long "uh", as if a heavy hammer had been hit on her rigid and rusted brain, she turned her head in a daze, and happened to see Yan Yong who put down the bowl and wiped his mouth.

The girl didn't know how to describe the feeling of seeing him for the first time.

It seems to be a young man who looks younger than himself, handsome and cute with a little childishness, simple clothes, and full of vitality from all over his body.In terms of looks alone, he might not be as good as his boyfriend... No, it should be his ex-boyfriend, but he can beat Shibajie who plays games day and night.

Thinking of her boyfriend's unfeelingness, the girl suddenly felt sad again, staring at Yan Yong without blinking, tears streaming down her face, and a bit of gnashing of resentment, as if if that young man appeared in front of him again, she would never He would plead in a low voice again, but pounce on him and bite him to death.

Yan Yong was wiping his mouth contentedly and thinking about what to eat next, when he suddenly noticed a strong gaze falling on him.He frowned, and looked at the place where he cast his gaze in puzzlement, and saw the girl who had just seen her boyfriend "headshot" with beef noodles staring at him silently and crying, and was suddenly taken aback.

What happened again?

Yan Yong was confused.

The girl was crying subconsciously, and for some reason she was reluctant to take her eyes off Yan Yong's face, nor did she get up from the ground.

Uncomfortable being watched, Yan Yong scratched his head, simply grabbed the cheap roll paper on the table, went to the girl and squatted down, and handed it over.The girl looked at him, took it hesitantly, and before she could wipe her face, she saw Yan Yong slightly opened her mouth.

She thought he was trying to comfort herself, and even thought about his reply.Who knew that what came out of his mouth was: "Crying so ugly, it's too big to make things like this, are you stupid?"

The unsuspecting venomous tongue, the unprepared contempt, the girl's eyes widened in astonishment, and after three seconds of being stunned, she jumped up angrily and cursed: "Do you have any sympathy? I'm so miserable... Hey! Stop!" ! I'm not done yet!"

Yan Yong didn't care about her scolding at all, and walked to other shops humming a little tune with his hands in his trouser pockets.He had already thought about what to eat in the time he gave the paper, and eating must be more important than cursing in the street.

The girl stared angrily at his back as Shi Shiran disappeared into the crowd, and it took her a while to calm down.But after she calmed down, she suddenly found that she was not as broken and sad as before, and a strange thought broke out in her heart.

He...why does he look so...

……

"Crack bang bang bang bang..."

Yan Yong turned on the computer while biting the candied haws. Just after the icon was refreshed, Weibo popped up automatically, but the account was canceled so he didn't log in. There was no familiar ID on the homepage, only a large number of marketing accounts swiped the screen.

Unexpectedly a little lost.

Grabbing the mouse and shaking it unconsciously, the brilliance in his eyes flickered several times, Yan Yong licked off the dry and hard candy on the bamboo stick and threw it into the trash can with precision.The cursor moved to the close button on the top, and just as he was about to press it, his fingers suddenly froze, and he couldn't drop it no matter what.

The influence of being a painter seems to be deeper than he imagined.

An impulse stuck in Yan Yong's heart, forcing him to click the "Login" button involuntarily, but when entering the account password, he stopped again, and there was no movement for a long time.

The body trembled slightly, Yan Yong's eyes were impulsive, struggling and suppressed frantically, his heartbeat changed from calm to rapid, his teeth were clenched, and he suddenly thumped the table hard.

"boom--"

The short lingering sound and the trembling desk startled him, and then he gradually regained his composure.He pinched his nose, and when he covered the mouse with his right hand, he couldn't help but smile slightly.

For three full years, 95 days and nights, how could it be possible to just stop it?But it is impossible for him to log in again, otherwise the previous efforts will be in vain.If you don't log in... He doesn't like pure onlookers, and he won't do such wretched things as spying on the screen.

Puffing out his cheeks in dissatisfaction, Yan Yong quickly shook the mouse, but accidentally clicked the right button, and he didn't know what he clicked. The page jumped and entered the "registration" page.

register?Yes, he can register another trumpet!

Yan Yong quickly sat upright, quickly filled in the information, and soon registered a small account with her email.As for the ID, he randomly pressed a few letters, took the first result in the input box, clicked the "Register" button, and the page jumped again.

Registered successfully, logging in...

As soon as the page was changed, a personal homepage with a blank profile, attention, and blog posts appeared in front of Yan Yong.He changed his avatar, cleared the marketing account that Weibo automatically followed, and was the first to follow his large account "[-]", followed by the official blog of "Huiyi", former editor Xu Li, and a dozen relatives. There are no more than [-] familiar painters and fans in total, and this is his entire life in the past.

"Dear everyone, don't you miss me very much?" Yan Yong showed a sly smile, the small dimples on his lips were filled with malicious malice, "I'm coming back soon , I don’t know how long it will take you to recognize me.”

At this time, his editor fans suddenly shivered in unison, feeling as if something bad was about to happen.But Yan Yong, who brought them this feeling, happily started to check Weibo.

Well, to start a new life, you don't have to completely abandon the past.Yan Yongmo thought shamelessly.

After the page was refreshed, Yan Yong looked at the top one, the ID was very familiar, and the content...how could it be so familiar?

——I broke up with my boyfriend today, let him have sex with that stupid woman, I heard that a scumbag goes better with green tea!But I didn't show him any shame. I put a bowl of beef noodles on his head, and I feel sorry for the bowl of noodles. That's what I paid for...

Of course this is not the point!The point is that when I was crying miserably on the ground, I actually met a person who looked exactly like my emperor!I thought he gave me a tissue to comfort me, but I didn't expect him to break it!

"It's ugly to cry, and it's a big deal, are you stupid?"

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh could it be that he was possessed by my emperor at that moment!The last time I fell from the mountain and asked for comfort, my emperor also used this tone and wording ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I'm not sad at all now, I'm still fascinated →_→

Yan Yong was stunned.

He looked at the ID, "Baiyue", she is the leader of his fan club, a woman with explosive fighting power.Look at the Weibo release time, 21:5, exactly [-] minutes after he gave the tissue to the crying girl.

No way?It should be a coincidence, right?