Bohemia

After leaving the underground bar, a gust of cold wind blew in front of him, and Yan Huan suddenly became sober.

There are too many idiots in this world, and I am one of them, so there is no need to be angry for unnecessary people.

What's more...

The man named Xie Xiunan just now was indeed prettier than him.To be honest, Yan Huan really can't compare.After all, 24 years ago, Yan Huan's mother fell in love with a Chinese man, and there was no other foreign devil's blood for him.

Forget it.

Yan Huan rubbed his face with his hands and waited for the car on the side of the road.

Autumn in this city has passed long ago, and the short period is like a pitiful orgasm for a woman.He came here from a relatively warm south. When Yan Huan arrived a week ago, he sneezed loudly on the train platform.

At the beginning of December, the weather was terribly cold. When I came out of the bar at more than ten o'clock in the evening, an unreal feeling of bleakness appeared on the street.Yan Huan didn't wear a coat, relying on the fact that he was still young, he planned to use his body's self-heating to fight against the cold winter.

He was not in a good mood, the duck in his mouth flew away, and when he came out, he saw two men chattering in the corner, and after a while, they hugged each other and kissed each other hard.

Yan Huan stood by and stared at it for a while, thinking, what about it?

He is extremely not interested in kissing, and he drools so much, let alone if he ate some garlic and leeks at night.

It was also unlucky for the pair of dogs and men who looked like no one else. On other days, Yan Huan would only complain in his heart, but today he suddenly had a whim, and kept doing bad things by the side, whistling at them.

The whistle was extremely loud and full of timbre.In the silent night, it was very unpleasant.

Among them, the man with his back to Yan Huan turned his head, glanced twice, and shouted at Yan Huan angrily: "Aren't you fucking boring!"

"Forget it." Another person said, "Don't talk to him, I guess he's drunk too much."

"What are you shouting, hit me if you don't like it." Yan Huan kicked the pebbles under his feet, tilted his head and said.

"You think I dare not hit you? You wait for me!" The man had just been calmed down, and when he heard Yan Huan's words, he really got a little angry, and angrily wanted to come over and beat him up.

Unfortunately, he didn't have this chance.

When the car arrived, Yan Huan quickly jumped into the car, took out two steel coins from his trousers pocket, and threw them in. The coin box made a crisp "clang--" sound.

The driver of the last bus was in a hurry to get off work, and the bus drove like a roller coaster, throwing the man who was going to beat Yan Huan far away in an instant.Through the glass, Yan Huan saw the man give him the middle finger unwillingly.

Yan Huan turned his head, clasped his fists at the driver, and said seriously: "My little brother thank you for saving my life!"

The driver ignored him, thinking that Yan Huan was a psychopath.

They have been driving for a long time, they have never seen any kind of person, and they can deal with Yan Huan's mental illness indifferently.Besides, the smell of alcohol on his body is always there, not to mention ten miles away, eight miles away, so why bother with him.

There was no one on the last bus, just a gray-haired old man sat in the love seat in the front row, a couple sat in the back, and there was no one else.The old man raised his eyelids and gave Yan Huan a look of disdain.

Yan Huan knew that he was definitely the type that old people don't like, a young man who is idle, careless, and not doing his job properly.

No one in the car paid attention to him, so Yan Huan could only touch his nose and find a seat in embarrassment.

He loves to ride in cars, and he's been in a lot of them.

Everywhere he went, Yan Huan would always change a handful of coins at the supermarket, and then hop on a strange bus on the side of the road.Sit to the end, then sit back again.Occasionally, he would get out of the car when there was something attractive to him outside the window.

For no other reason, Yan Huan just felt that he felt very comfortable when riding in the car.

Just like it is now.

Yan Huan sat on the chair, leaning his head against the car window, and exhaled slowly.There was a small black flying insect on the glass, Yan Huan looked at it for a while and felt sleepy unconsciously.He took a nap halfway, and when he opened his eyes again, he arrived at the station.

After getting off the car, Yan Huan felt another gust of cold wind.He crossed a road and entered a small roadside hotel that looked very cheap. He went up to the second floor and turned left to the second room, room 203, which was his temporary residence.

Tonight's drink was a bit depressed, Yan Huan lay down on the bed, and the last scene before losing consciousness was that beautiful half-breed boy - Xie Xiunan.

Tsk, it's just a little skinny and shameless, he doesn't like him.

The next day it rained, Yan Huan did not go out.

He just sits in this tiny hotel room watching TV.At eleven o'clock, Yan Huan took a shower, ordered a takeaway, and charged him 20 yuan for the unpalatable food. Yan Huan was so angry that he gave one star on Dianping, plus five words: Don't buy it .

After eating, Yan Huan stared at the ceiling for a while, and found that his interest in the city had disappeared, so he got up and packed his things, planning to check out and leave when the rain stopped.He silently looked at the train ticket for a long time with his mobile phone, not knowing where to go at the next stop.

A man who claimed to be a writer once said to Yan Huan with curious eyes, "Your life is very interesting."

At that time, the two of them were sitting in a Starbucks in a mall.

After Yan Huan heard this, he poured coffee all over his face.

He said to him, "It's not funny, it's fucking."

The writer was a very strange person, and he didn’t get angry when someone spilled his coffee for no reason. He just took off his glasses and wiped them with paper, and said, “Let’s have a chat, and I’ll order you another cup.”

"Drink." Yan Huan said casually, "Who wants to drink such a bitter thing."

The writer made no objection and said, "Okay, drink."

Later they changed places, and the writer's drinking capacity was really bad, so he kept wanting to hear Yan Huan's story.

"I have no story." Yan Huan said.

The writer didn't believe it, and said: "You have traveled to so many places and met so many people, you must have some strange experiences."

Yan Huan was a little impatient, and said: "No, aren't these people all the same? Two eyes, one nose, they have to eat, sleep, and excrete every day. It's extremely boring."

"Then you must have a reason to leave, why didn't you stay in one place?" the writer asked.

Yan Huan thought for a while and said, "None of your business."

In the end, Yan Huan easily got the writer drunk, and when he was drunk, Yan Huan took all the cash from his wallet and ran away.Since then, he has never seen this man again.

This is Yan Huan's life.

He has no serious job, nor a decent home.I have no fixed place to live, come and go in a hurry, every time I go to a place, I rely on my senses and eyesight. If I think this place is good, I will stay for a few more days. If I think this place is not good, I may leave on the same day.

Yan Huan's money was all fraudulent.

How to cheat?

All kinds of means, as long as you are determined to deceive someone, it is too easy.

Here, Yan Huan must thank his dear mother, respected Ms. Yu.

This woman brought Yan Huan into this world. Although she left him nothing, she gave him a rare good skin, which made Yan Huan flourish on the road of a liar.

Most of the time, Yan Huan's way of searching for prey is through this face.This is the easiest and most guilt-free way.Because each other's purpose is very simple, it's nothing more than you come and go, a little game for adults.Yan Huan's prey includes both men and women. Anyway, as long as they look rich and won't cause follow-up troubles, he will always come.In the process of hunting, the most interesting part is that some people complacently think that they are hunters, but in the end they become prey.

Yan Huan seldom misses, and the farce of being cut off like last night is really rare in a hundred years.

But I have to say, he always has a strange premonition.

Xie Xiunan...

Yan Huan shook his head, unexpectedly thinking of that person again.

Where are you going?

After thinking about it, he decided to continue walking north.

When the rain stopped, Yan Huan took the suitcase and went downstairs to check out.He doesn't have many things, and his entire belongings are in this box, which looks a bit minimalist.

Yan Huan thought, there is no such thing as minimalism, just a damn word, poor.

He checked the route in advance.

After leaving the hotel, Yan Huan walked for a while, then took the bus to the train station.There were a lot of people on the bus, and Yan Huan stood there for four to ten minutes.After getting off the train, he picked up the ticket at the train station, went to the supermarket to buy bread and ham sausage, and reserved it for eating on the train.

The most valuable thing on Yan Huan's body is probably his earphones.He has a good pair of headphones, which usually help him deal with the unbearable noise and children of travel.

He is used to running around and traveling constantly. Although he may not have much money, this castrated freedom still fascinates him deeply.

Today is also an ordinary day.

After checking the ticket, Yan Huan found his seat in the eighth train car, which was by the window, which he liked.After putting away the luggage, Yan Huan took out the earphones from his pocket and put them on, preparing to fall asleep all the way.

But he always felt that something was not right.

Yan Huan opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the man sitting on his left looking at him seriously.Yan Huan was still wearing earphones, and a song was just at the climax, and the female singer sang heartbreakingly.

The man completely trapped Yan Huan within his control with his body and arms. Seeing Yan Huan looking towards him, he immediately responded with a bright smile.

Hold.

Yan Huan pulled off the earphones almost angrily, and there was a buzzing in his head.

Isn't this the fucking half-breed who cut off Lao Tzu's beard?Why is he here?Yan Huan thought.

Before he could react, Xie Xiunan said to him in a very flat voice: "It's such a coincidence, we met again? How about making friends? Hey, my WeChat... just scan it."

Yan Huan: "???"