It's a celestial master, not a Taoist priest

This is a person who is out of tune with other people who has a killer atmosphere all over his body.He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, very young, as flamboyant as his hairstyle.He was sitting on a saddle leaning against the corner of the wall, with an old-looking guitar on his lap that had obviously been carefully cared for by its owner.There is a half-drunk bottle of water on the ground next to it, and an upside-down hat is placed in front of it, which is empty without a single coin.

Everything on this street is very ordinary. If there is anything out of the ordinary, it is only this young man who plays and sings on the street, which is extremely inconsistent with other people on the street.

When the other party finally seemed to be tired from singing, he picked up water from the ground to drink, Feng Quan stepped forward at this time, bent down and put a coin into the other party's hat.

"Is it cold?" Feng Quan raised his chin at the other party.

He raised his hand in front of him, sighed at his fingertips, and said with a smile, "It's a bit haha. Brother, you misplaced it. Take out the coin first."

Feng Quan raised his eyebrows, and took out the coins from the hat on the ground.

The other party waved his hand, "Back back."

Feng Quan took a few steps back, and he said, "Throw it in."

The hat is very thin, just an ordinary peaked cap, and the hat seems to have a hole, because after Feng Quan threw a coin into it, he heard the sound of metal colliding with the ground.

The other party was satisfied, "This is good. It should be thrown like this, and it will be used to listen to the sound. I will continue."

Feng Quan said, "Wait a minute, and do me a favor."

"No problem. What can I do for you?"

Feng Quan found a photo of Song Houmeng from his mobile phone, and handed it to the boy holding the guitar:

"Do you know him?"

The teenager stared at the phone very seriously.

Seeing this, Shao Jinwen, who was held by Feng Quan and was attached to the tip of a pencil, was so nervous that his heart started beating again.At the same time, he thought with some worry, Feng Quan asked directly like this, if the other party is really something scary, wouldn't this be a shocker?Turning to look at the young man who killed Matt, he felt that there was nothing wrong with this guy except that he seemed extraordinarily stupid compared to other people.

After watching for a while, the boy said:

"I know."

Feng Quan was taken aback.Even Yin Cong was a little surprised. This young man who was randomly found on the street actually knew Song Houmeng?

Song Houmeng is a person with a very limited social circle.He is only active in his circle of relatives and colleagues, he is not very good at talking and talking, and he doesn't have much time to build a good relationship with people on the street.

Although in reality, most people are like this.Song Houmeng is also one of these people.

"Know each other? What's your relationship?" Feng Quan asked.

The boy grinned, "He is my old friend."

He raised his wrist to look at the time, and said apologetically, "I have to start quickly. Otherwise, it will be dark and I won't be able to make it to the next place."

The guitar sounded again, Yin Cong looked at Feng Quan, and said in a low voice: "Leave first. There will be no results."

Feng Quan narrowed his eyes, "That's him?"

Unexpectedly, Yin Cong shook his head.

"I... can't be sure," he said.He frowned, looking a little puzzled.

"I don't feel that there is anything wrong with that young man, but... there is a vague feeling that there seems to be a... strange connection between him and Song Houmeng, which I can't quite describe."

Feng Quan and Yin Cong walked back side by side, and after Yin Cong finished saying this, he turned his head and glanced at the boy playing the guitar.

He sat on the cold and windy street, wearing thin clothes and brightly colored hair on top of his head.The guitar sound is very small, so small that it can easily be drowned in the sea of ​​people on the street.Not many people stopped because of him, but he just sat there, as if he originally plucked the guitar and sang, but he didn't want anyone to hear him.

Soon it was time to go back to school.Song Houmeng's matter was followed by Yin Cong for the time being, but as soon as he rushed back to school, Yi Bai's news was sent to Feng Quan's mobile phone.

"Don't forget to visit my children."

Feng Quan replied to him: "Understood."

The second year of high school is the same as the third year of high school, and they also return to school on Sunday afternoon.Before the evening self-study started, Feng Quan went to the second year of high school building and found Yi Liang's class.

The class hadn't been fully attended yet, and many seats were empty.Because of this, Feng Quan was able to easily see the child from Yi Bai's family whom he had met a few times, that boy named Yi Liang.

Feng Quan leaned out of the window and tapped on the glass with his fingers.

Yi Liang sat on the seat, seemed to be reading a book seriously, not at all curious about the movement outside.It wasn't until Feng Quan called out his name that the other party turned his head.

When standing in the corridor with Yi Liang, Feng Quan first took a look at the other's height.He is more than ten centimeters shorter than him, and the top of his head only reaches the tip of his nose.Looking closer like this, Feng Quan also found that Yi Liang's figure was really thin, as if he had been malnourished since he was a child and hadn't recovered yet.

Thinking of Yi Bai's plump and strong body, Feng Quan couldn't help asking Yi Liang:

"Hey, did Yi Bai abuse you? Didn't he give you food?"

When Yi Bai was mentioned, the corner of Yi Liang's mouth curled up slightly, and then disappeared again.

"No, he was very nice to me."

"Oh." Feng Quan stroked his chin, "Is he your brother?"

Yi Liang shook his head lightly.

Feng Quan: "Your father?"

Yi Liang couldn't help but look up at Feng Quan, then shook his head again. "We shouldn't be related by blood."

"Should?" Feng Quan said: "Your relationship is really confusing."

Yi Liang smiled again: "Indeed."

During the conversation, Feng Quan kept looking at Yi Liang, and then came to a conclusion that Yi Bai and Yi Liang were really completely different.

Not to mention Yi Bai, the 17-year-old Yi Liang standing in front of him has a very peculiar aura.He seemed to have a gloomy expression, as if he was out of tune with the surrounding environment, but when he saw his eyes while talking, they were exceptionally clear.

It seems that he should disdain to care about the people and things around him, but whenever he mentions Yi Bai, he always smiles.

Maybe it's still very sharp, like a hedgehog, only willing to show others his hard shell, but this kind of vigilance seems to be softening, leaving only a faint layer of alienation that can't be seen.

...a very contradictory person.

But Feng Quan suddenly knew what Yin Cong said before, "there is a strange connection between them".He felt that Yi Liang and Yi Bai's fingertips seemed to be this kind of... a strange connection that tied them together.

After being silent for a while, Feng Quan asked him: "You...don't ask me why I'm here?"

Yi Liang said, "Yibai asked you to come and see me."

"That's right." Feng Quan said, "Then have you encountered anything that is difficult to solve? Or if you have any troubles, you can tell me."

Yi Liang still shook his head.

"I'm not a child anymore."

Feng Quan shrugged, "Okay, I will tell Yi Bai what you said, and treat it as returning to his life."

Yi Liang said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Feng Quan said goodbye to Yi Liang, watched the other party return to the classroom to continue reading, then turned to stop another classmate from Class [-], waved to him, and the two walked aside.

The school uniform of the third year of high school is not exactly the same as the school uniform of the second year of high school. The elementary school boy who was stopped looked at Feng Quan and felt trembling.Feng Quan leaned sideways against the wall and asked him:

"Yi Liang from your class..."

The other party stammered: "Yi...Yi Liang, what's wrong?"

Feng Quan: "Is he in a relationship?"

"Ah, ah?" The elementary school boy scratched his head, "No, no, right... Yi Liang's personality... doesn't mean that he would steal the senior's girlfriend, did it mean that you, the senior... found the wrong person?"

Feng Quan said: "Who said he robbed my girlfriend, his parents asked me to find out how he was doing at school. Tell me, I'll treat you to dinner."

The elementary school boy replied: "It should be nothing, it has always been like this... Oh, no, there is a little bit. Yi Liang has been quite out of gregarious since the beginning, and he has never chatted with his classmates very much. He is like an adult and has a withdrawn temper Very much. But since the beginning of this semester, he has obviously communicated more with the classmates and teachers in the class, and he has integrated into the class a bit. That’s all the changes, but I think this is a good thing, after all, because of Yi Liang, he was not very gregarious before. His brother even called the head teacher to care about him, isn't it just right now."

Feng Quan nodded upon hearing the words, "That's it, I see. Thanks."

The elementary school boy rubbed his hands, "Then, senior, when shall we make an appointment in the cafeteria?"

"Go and eat by yourself," Feng Quan turned around and took out a pack of instant noodles from his schoolbag, "here, please."

Junior Brother: "..."

Then Feng Quan called Yi Bai and said that he had done something.

"Your children haven't encountered any problems, and they haven't fallen in love early, so don't be suspicious."

Yi Bai on the opposite side disagreed, "Then why do you say it is? He obviously spends less time with me during this period, and even when he goes home, he often checks the news on his mobile phone. He has never done this before."

Feng Quan said: "He's not a child anymore. Do you still want to know everything about him? I'm only two years older than your child. If you have this leisure, why don't you care about me? It's still your junior brother."

Yi Bai: "...Do you need to care? Fuck you."

Feng Quan: "...In short, I have already done your favor. Even if you observe him for a few more days, the information you can get is limited. I think you might as well find a time to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. If you have any problems, they will be resolved. Yes. He's 17 years old."

Yi Bai on the other side was silent for a while, then whispered: "I know, he has grown up..."

Feng Quan said again: "Actually, I think it's no big deal even if it's a puppy love. A 17-year-old boy is just a young man, just like me, who has already reserved one..."

"A reservation for what?"

Feng Quan's voice stopped abruptly.