[Hacker] Angry Youth God

What did Gu Zhichuan go out for?This guy took a piece of brick that Fu Linxia handed him at the door, and rushed to beat the black brick.

"Hey, buddy, I can't see that you are very ruthless!"

Gu Zhichuan glanced at the smoking fat man, guessing that he was eating under Fu Linxia's hands, but he just nodded and said that he left first.

Ren An and the others probably don't know what happened yet, and he doesn't need to say it.

Just in "Midnight", there were already two blackheads fighting, but few people knew that the cause was that yellow hair.

He walked out of the bar alone, and he felt refreshed as soon as he stood up, even breathing smoothly.

He has to go back.

The villa is not far from here, ten minutes' walk away, he is used to opening the door with a key, even though there seems to be a more convenient room card, just like swiping a card to open it.But the key made him feel safe.

He saw that the whole villa was dark, and thought that Yan Mingfei must have fallen asleep, but as soon as he opened the door, he closed it behind his back, and was about to walk forward when all the lights in the living room were suddenly turned on.

It was so bright that Gu Zhichuan felt a little uncomfortable, so he quickly raised his hand to cover his eyes.

Yan Mingfei copied it with both hands, and leaned against the wall with his legs folded, next to his hands was a sensor button that lights up.He looked at Gu Zhichuan, and walked up to him, idling.

It's just that Gu Zhichuan could see the coldness in his eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile.

Yan Mingfei actually had a small wooden stick in his hand, like a baton, he poked Gu Zhichuan's face with the thin stick, "How did you do this?"

Gu Zhichuan felt guilty, but he was very wronged, he let him poke his face all of a sudden, it hurt a little.

Yan Mingfei laughed, "This young man who smells like alcohol is really full of passion~ I am really old~"

"Old Yan, I—" He wanted to explain something, but he stopped immediately under Yan Mingfei's next move.

Yan Mingfei happened to push him into a corner, and the thin stick directly opened the collar of his sweater. He was not wearing anything underneath, and there were still lingering hickey marks on his body.

"I said the world is very dangerous." Yan Mingfei smiled coolly, "Young man, have you learned your lesson?"

Surprised and angry, Gu Zhichuan waved away the things in his hands, "Fu Linxia told you?!"

Yan Mingfei looked at him, was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled again, "Forget it, haven't you eaten yet? Are you hungry?"

Hungry, of course he was hungry.

But this topic is turning too fast, right?

He also wanted to explain, "I just didn't expect them to drink me, Ren An they let me out, I just—"

"Okay, stop talking about it, it is strictly forbidden to stay out at night." Yan Mingfei rubbed his hair hard, really like an elder.

Gu Zhichuan thought of what happened today, and there was definitely some grievance. When he was forced by Yan Mingfei's cat-like rubbing action, his chest swelled up, and tears almost overflowed.

When he saw the full of food in the dining room, he only felt that his eyes were blurred, "Mr. Yan..."

"Yo, this manly man can also cry? It's so ugly..." Yan Mingfei poked his head with his finger this time. It might be an insult to others, but he did it with a little pampering, and he softened it. The voice and the tone of the speech seemed to be warmed by the air in the room, "Go take a bath, I'll warm up the dishes."

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Gu Zhichuan rubbed his eyes and laughed, "Old Yan, you are more like my father than my father."

Yan Mingfei scolded him with staring eyes, "What are you talking about! I'm still young! Go wash up and eat again!"

Gu Zhichuan nodded, turned around, took a change of clothes and went to the bathroom.

Did Fu Linxia tell Yan Mingfei?He didn't know, but he knew that Yan Mingfei didn't know about his injury, otherwise he wouldn't let him take a bath.

He took off his clothes and stood naked in the flowing warm water, not caring about the wound at all.

He vigorously wiped the back of his chest and every corner of his body with a towel, his skin was reddened, as if it was about to soak in blood.

He couldn't see his red eyes in the mirror full of water mist, those fragile eyes that were still stubborn and persistent. He thought about a lot of things. When people are in a bad mood, they always think of many sad things. Frustrated, the mind will be in a very complicated way.

The water was still flowing, his wound was still bleeding, and the water was reddish.

Gu Zhichuan finally calmed down, his hair was wet and stuck to his face and neck.

When he entered the bathroom, he brought gauze and a little medicine. It seemed difficult to apply the medicine himself, and the dressing was ugly.

With scars, he is considered a man, right?

He opened his mouth, put on an ugly smile, put on his bathrobe and walked out.

Yan Mingfei was still busy, serving food from the microwave.Seeing him coming out, he smiled at him, "It's just right, oh, the story of a fresh boy coming out of the water~"

Gu Zhichuan's last little depression is gone, he just thinks that Yan Mingfei is actually quite shameless, and his face is not as thick as usual, well, if there is a disciple, there must be a teacher!

"Old Yan, your taste is getting stronger and stronger."

Gu Zhichuan sat down, the dining table was not big, Yan Mingfei chose a small table, because there might be only one or two people eating.

"Eh? Is there?" Yan Mingfei deliberately pretended not to understand what he said, and touched his chin with a troubled look, "I think my taste is very light. These colors are carefully selected."

Gu Zhichuan didn't respond to his intentional misinterpretation of his words, he just picked up the bowl that was already filled with rice, picked up the chopsticks, "You should sit down and eat, my stomach has been tortured by the school cafeteria for a long time That's right—by the way, Lao Yan, you know how to cook by yourself?"

Seeing his shining eyes, Yan Mingfei couldn't help but be proud, "I used to be the best in the team..."

The chopsticks that Gu Zhichuan was holding the food paused for a moment, pretending that he didn't hear that sensitive word, he put the food in his mouth again, watching Yan Mingfei.

Yan Mingfei hasn't noticed the mistake in his words just now, "At school, I also participated in a cooking competition and won the first prize!"

"Pfft—" Gu Zhichuan burst out laughing, "Hey, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen! No wonder you are a hypocrite."

"I'm a hypocrite?" Yan Mingfei lowered his eyes and let out a low laugh, the voice in his throat was suppressed, lower than the strands of hair on his forehead, "Actually, I want to be a villain even more."

Gu Zhichuan then shrugged, "Whatever you say, eat!"

The two of them finally fell silent, and began to eat at a turbulent speed.

In fact, Yan Mingfei is naturally very elegant when eating, but Gu Zhichuan is used to eating quickly in the cafeteria, and eating at the dining table is the same.

So after taking a step slower than Gu Zhichuan and failing to catch the tender bamboo shoots he liked, Yan Mingfei joined the ranks of the food grabbing party without any carelessness. Gu Zhichuan despised him greatly, while Yan Mingfei was very proud. According to his own saying of relying on the old to sell the old, "It's rare and rare to be able to relive the experience of grabbing vegetables in college with young people at a young age."

Gu Zhichuan really didn't know what to do other than roll his eyes. It was his luck to meet such a Yan Mingfei.

When cleaning up the bowls and chopsticks, Yan Mingfei looked at his unfamiliar movements and suddenly laughed at him. Gu Zhichuan really wanted to throw the bowls and chopsticks in his face, "Laugh at your sister!"

"Pfft...haha..." Yan Mingfei failed again. He covered his mouth and pointed at Gu Zhichuan's face, "The little mouse entered the rice bowl—haha..."

Gu Zhichuan touched along the place of his finger, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, mother, it's just a grain of rice, what's the big deal?

"Smile, smile, laugh to death!"

He put all the bowls into the dishwasher without looking back, too lazy to look at Yan Mingfei's hideous face.

Yan Mingfei clapped his hands behind his back, shook his head hypocritically and sighed, "It's so miserable, it's worse than Cinderella~"

"..." Mingming just threw the bowl into the dishwasher, why did he make it sound like he was abused?Forget it, just ignore him.

Yan Mingfei smiled bored by himself, so he curled up the corners of his mouth, "Gu Juvenile—"

The voice was drawn out, a little weird.

"What?" Gu Zhichuan walked back and gave him a strange look.

Yan Mingfei just smiled at him, a very serious and warm smile, "Don't lose yourself when you are proud, and don't lose your mind when you are frustrated."

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Gu Zhichuan went back to his room, still thinking about that sentence in his mind, always felt that this sentence was not as simple as comforting him.

This sentence

The words seemed to be tailor-made for him, Yan Mingfei's eyes were so vicious and vicious, that they almost probed his whole body.

He lay on the soft bed, unable to fall asleep, got up and stood in front of the window, opened the curtains, and the night was drowsy.

Gu Zhichuan reached out and touched the gauze on his arm, looking at the vast night, he suddenly became confused again.

He turned on the light, it turned on immediately, and walked into the study next door where the computer was placed, only then did he see something next to the computer desk, which was a postal package.

He picked up the delivery slip and saw that it was from his father.

Yan Mingfei's words were written on the back—it was sent to the school, and I signed it for you by the way.

The mailroom at school is really getting slack—

Gu Zhichuan thought lightly, opened the package and saw that there was a small box inside, opened it and found that there were strings of beads inside, 99 small beads, and a big one in the middle, like an old lady holding it in her hand. The kind that counts.

There is a note under it. This handwriting belongs to his father.

"Your mother is back. It's National Day. Come back and have a look."

No letterhead, no signature.

A lonely sentence.

Gu Zhichuan was a little dazed, she?

What can this string of beads show?Don't tell him that she has been a monk for so many years.

Gu Zhichuan subconsciously wanted to throw this thing away, but when he started to move, he stopped.

He thought of Yao Jingsheng and Yao Jingsheng's mother.

Aunt Yao is an unexpectedly gentle person.

What would his mother be like?He can't remember.

Putting the box aside casually, Gu Zhichuan sat down and turned on the computer.

With a very new configuration, the computer's boot speed is so fast that there is nothing to say.

And it's a separate server - that's the most important thing.

Open the page of Qianyuan Forum, log on, there is no short website, and the hands are cramped when counting money, and you are not online.

He suddenly felt very bored, so he went to clean the irrigation area.

Outside the window, there is no moon, only the sparkling lights of the city.

And Yao Jingsheng, standing in the waiting hall of the station, holding the phone in his hand, his eyes dimmed, "Uncle Pei, my mother—is she still asleep?"

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"Yes, maybe I won't be back for a while."

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"There is no gain here, you are faster than me, I will talk about it when I come back."

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"No, it's just a trivial matter, and I never thought I would miss the last bus."

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"Come back tomorrow, Uncle Pei, tell my mom to let her sleep...I'll be back tomorrow, tomorrow..."

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"Yes. Goodbye, Uncle Pei."

Putting away his phone, he looked at the deserted waiting hall, stood for a while, and finally walked out. The wind was so cold, and Qingzhou was still a little to the south.

There was still some pain under his neck, so he couldn't help stretching out his hand to hold it down. The shirt was half covered, and half of the teeth marks on the lower neck could be vaguely seen, and the guy's blood-stained white teeth and that happy smile appeared again in his mind.

He was able to smile so happily.

But what about his smile?

Maybe he laughed too much a long time ago, so God took his smile back?

In the long silent night, Yao Jingsheng wore thin clothes and walked down the brightly lit street.