summer like smoke

Lin Yan was not surprised that with Ling Wang's power and connections, he was able to find out everything that happened to him this morning in just a few hours.

However, what made him cold-eyed was that even if it was found out, so what?Leaving aside whether Ling Wang would dare to do anything to Xia Zhaoshi—even if he did, it's really hard to say whether it will be useful or not.And just from Lin Yan himself, although he really hated Xia Zhaoshi for beating him, he didn't care about Xia Zhaoshi himself; he was indeed determined to take revenge on Xia Zhaoshi, but he didn't want to rely on Xia Ling Wang, or any other man he knew.

Even though he had to teach little scumbags like Liu Juncheng and Zhuang Jingyu a lesson, Lin Yan was indeed very happy to let his admirers work for him.But for that Xia Zhaoshi... For the first time, there is actually a person in this world who can make Lin Yan, who was originally lazy and useless, hate him so much. He only wished that he could do it himself and cut him into pieces. , life is worse than death.

Thinking of this gradually calmed down.Glancing coldly at Ling Wang above, Lin Yan suddenly pushed him away. He lost his mood and couldn't eat breakfast anymore. He just gently rubbed his toe that hurt from kicking hard just now, and went down expressionlessly. A word-by-word order:

"roll."

Ling Wang sighed but fortunately he didn't insist.Standing up and straightening his clothes, he couldn't help but feel distressed seeing Lin Yan's action of lowering his head and rubbing his feet, so he couldn't help but bend down and pinch for him a few more times, then looked at his still red and swollen right cheek, Worried: "I will come over these few days. If I really can't come, I will send someone to take care of you."

Lin Yan remained silent.He wouldn't be so stupid as to refuse even the latter.In fact, even if he indulges and acts as he pleases, he also knows that for so many years, if Ling Wang hadn't been by his side like an old lady, busy, asking for his health, serving him and serving him wholeheartedly, then he would definitely , died long ago.

lazy.

Basically, as a person, an adult, especially an adult man, the simplest but most necessary life skills, such as cooking, washing, cleaning and so on—Lin Yan doesn't know.He can't even make cup instant noodles!The typical Zhumen don't know the hardships of the people, and they don't touch the spring water with their ten fingers.It seems that he was born just to add a touch of stunning bright colors to this ugly world, and to be responsible for "beauty".

But that doesn't matter.He doesn't do it, he doesn't know how to do it, and he doesn't want to do it, but naturally there are people scrambling for it, even queuing up, to help him do it.Although there are many so-called psychopaths who flaunt self-reliance and self-improvement in the society now, they always say something righteously, beauty is not reliable, and a person depends on strength, but this sentence is undoubtedly just like the words in Lin Yan's ears. It's just a big joke: Just kidding, of course beauty is reliable, and more reliable than most things in this world.People who say such things are nothing more than sour, but just because of themselves, they are not beautiful enough.

Even if a person has only one handy thing in his life, as long as it is extremely powerful, it can become a weapon.Moreover, it is a deadly weapon.

But of course, when he gets old and loses his beauty, Lin Yan will never blame anyone for his downfall at that time.

Anyone - including himself.The choice he made himself, he never regretted.

Sure enough, for the next month or so, Lin Yan stayed in the house as a rice bug.

And Ling Wang really did as he promised, he would come here to take care of Lin Yan basically every day, and it could be seen that he had turned down a lot of work, so he could barely find time to come here.Lin Yan could even see the two blushes in front of his eyes, the faded but indissoluble black blushes.He wanted to use this as an excuse to tell Ling Wang to go back to his house to rest, and not to bother him anymore, but unexpectedly Ling Wang was a masochist even though he was tall and handsome. He always smiled gently at him, never nodded or shook his head or spoke, and then returned to him on time every night to report.

…………

After persuading him to no avail, Lin Yan was finally completely speechless, so he decided to completely ignore Ling Wang, the super invincible and peerless big M, while constantly hypnotizing himself, calm and naturally cool.

Lin Yan didn't ask Ling Wang, did you "dare" to trouble Xia Zhaoshi afterwards?He didn't care, and it was even more hypocritical to ask.Until one day, one night after more than half a month, Ling Wang didn't come back to him to report at [-] o'clock on time as usual.At first, Lin Yan thought it was Ling Wang who had finally figured it out, and was excited for a whole night, but when he woke up the next morning, he found out that Ling Wang was still here.

The only difference was that this time, apart from the two clusters of increasingly thick black bruises under the eye circles, there were many large and small wounds and bloodstains scattered randomly on his face and body.The most serious of them was undoubtedly the heavy punch on the jaw and the knife wound on the left arm.

Lin Yan was only stunned for a short second when he saw it, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, trying to understand how it happened.

Staring at Ling Wang with a complicated expression for a while, Lin Yan's mood was as complicated as his expression: indeed, he really wanted Xia Zhaoshi to have a good time, yes, but he hoped that the person who could make Xia Zhaoshi's life difficult was himself, and no one else.

Of course, let alone Ling Wang.

Ling Wang didn't seem to feel the pain. Instead, he looked at Lin Yan with great relief. After a long time, he smiled gently: "...Well, Xia Zhaoshi is indeed quite powerful." After a pause, he lowered his head and bandaged his arm casually. Just looking at the hideous wound, people can't help but gasp, feeling that it must be extremely painful.But looking at Ling Wang's face, it was still tender and indifferent, as if he was fine.He licked his thin lips, which were slightly pale due to a lot of blood loss and sleepless nights, and the corners of his mouth were tightly pursed into a sharp and tough straight line. In the tight arc, there was a kind of desperate affection .

"But Yanyan," he smiled, and said softly, "At least I have already hit you twice when he hit you, and I hit back for you.

【No matter who did it, I, Ling Wang, will fight back for you even if I try my best.】──Life must be followed and death must be practiced.Like, he promised that night.

Lin Yan gradually looked at Ling Wang expressionlessly.After a long, long time, I finally let out a faint "Oh", barely counting it as an answer.It's just that the tone can't be heard, and there can't be much emotion.But he was really regretful in his heart: Tsk, what a fool, why didn't he think of exchanging contact information with Xia Zhaoshi that night?Otherwise, I can ask him out now, and appreciate his "beautiful" right cheek.

Even though Lin Yan really hoped to clean up Xia Zhaoshi by himself, he was not so pedantic and rigid.Since someone taught him a lesson, and it was rare to teach Xia Zhaoshi a lesson, it was probably the first time in his life, and maybe the only time he reached the level of "disfigurement", so why not do it?After all, this is a happy event, and a happy event can always make people feel very good.

So for the next half month, Lin Yan always dreamed of a Xia Zhaoshi whose right cheek was swollen like a mountain every night.That ecstasy look was so HIGH that he couldn't help tossing and rolling in the bed every night, waking up laughing for a while and dying laughing for a while, he was so happy.

Every day when I wake up, I eat, when I am full, I play, and when I play... there are all kinds of games.Basically, Lin Yan spends his mornings playing games online, most of the time playing mahjong, and playing N disk at the same time to win what is called a ghost crying and howling; in the afternoon, he turns on videos to watch movies or variety shows, especially funny ones. At night, when it gets dark, Lin Yan doesn't have to take the initiative to find fun at all. The celebrities who used to have a relationship with him will call and send messages one by one. Him, harassing his empty and lonely nights.If it's really boring, Lin Yan will pick a few who are a little bit pleasing to the eye, talk to them and flirt with them, which is really interesting to pass the time.So I stayed in the house like this for dozens of days, unknowingly, late autumn has passed, and the winter solstice has arrived.

One day in late December, Lin Yan finally felt that if he stayed in the house like this, his whole body would smell musty. After thinking about it, he decided to go back to [Beloved] for a stroll.

But apart from the fact that everyone was overly excited and agitated because the new year was approaching, nothing new happened.

Except for one.Although that might be, it was only for him, Lin Yan.

Han Xiao's second in command is no longer Benson.

And no one knows where Benson is now.His whereabouts are unknown, his life and death are also unknown──it started from the night when Lin Yan was taken away by Xia Zhaoshi.

When Huang Ye, the most popular and powerful bartender in [Beloved], was gossiping about this matter with Lin Yan, half astonishing and half emotional, Lin Yan was slowly turning a glass of him in his hand. Just sip the martini I just made, and drink it absent-mindedly.The ever-changing flowing light and shadow around him vaguely obscured the already unpredictable facial expressions on his face.

That gorgeous appearance made Huang Ye's heart itch very much, but he also deeply understood that Lin Yan was definitely not someone who could move by himself, or could afford to move, otherwise... No, Benson's bloody lesson from the past, wouldn't it be Is it right in front of his eyes?

So he quickly took a deep breath and quickly looked away.Don't wait, even when he couldn't catch a glimpse of the safe angle of Lin Yan's hair from the corner of his eye, he finally shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, cursing in his heart: Fuck you, you are really a troublesome woman! ... The ancients never deceived others with sincerity!

Tears streaming down his face, he slandered for a while. He thought that Lin Yan had already finished his drink and left, but when he turned his head, Huang Ye was surprised to find that Lin Yan was still sitting there with an unfathomable expression on his face. Emotionally drinking alcohol.Feeling puzzled, he couldn't help thinking of a possibility, his face shook suddenly, he took a deep breath, pointed at Lin Yan with a trembling finger and said, "Hiss——I said Lin is beautiful... you You, you... What kind of expression do you have!? Could it be that you and those boys are here for real... Uh... What I mean is... Could it be that Mr. Han is really good at beating mandarin ducks... Uh, no ...Did you hit Yuanyuan with a stick!?"

Lin Yan's expression remained unchanged and he didn't even look up or look at Huang Ye.Let alone answering his words in his voice.

It wasn't until he finally finished his half glass of martini that he stood up calmly and yawned, his voice sounded sleepy and troubled: "Hey, I'm going to tell the newcomer about my favorite food again. Those kinds of desserts are so annoying..."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at Huang Ye with a smile that was not a smile, his expression became very depressed in an instant: "Did you just mean that I fell in love with Benson to the death? Aha... no way! In your eyes , Is Lin Yan’s level of appreciation really that low?” Then he thought for a while, and kindly gave Huang Ye an example as an analogy, “Let’s put it this way, I don’t even bother to take a look at you, how could I see it? on him."

Huang Ye: "..."

He stared dumbfounded at the slender figure of Lin Yan walking away and disappearing in front of him, slowly sinking into the rolling crowd and the depth of light and shadow. After a long while, Huang Ye finally came back to his senses.Scratching her hair and showing a wry smile: Tsk, one sentence has stabbed the fragile glass hearts of so many admirers... Lin Yan, you really are a fucking femme fatale.

Speaking of Benson.Of course, Lin Yan didn't deliberately look for him, but the so-called "meeting on a narrow road" or "meeting a thousand miles away by fate" probably meant exactly that.

A week later on Christmas, in the famous dessert street in S City—to be precise, in the alley next to the only dessert shop that Lin Yan has named by name since he started forcing himself to eat desserts , met Benson who had been missing for more than a month.

Its disastrous situation need not be repeated.Anyway, Lin Yan walked to his feet condescendingly and looked down, then slowly squatted down to look at him. After a long time, he gave a faint "tsk", and said seriously:

"You know, Benson, the first time I heard Han Xiao call you that, I thought the name really looked like a dog."

Leaning against the wall, the middle-aged man half-sitting on the ground that was abnormally cold due to the rain a few days ago, his body trembled imperceptibly.

Seeing this, Lin Yan smiled brightly, looked him up and down for a while, and suddenly pulled the one that was hanging loosely around his neck. It was old and dirty, but it could still be seen that it must have been worn when he bought it. Expensive and expensive tie—the gesture is frivolous and teasing, trampling and contemptuous, with no respect at all, just like pulling a puppy's collar.

"Hey, but at the beginning it was a guard dog with dog food, but now, the owner doesn't want it, so it can only be a homeless dog begging for food. Hey, I told you Han Xiao That old guy is very dirty and cheap, but you just don't believe it... Who can you blame for this?"

Benson's eyes suddenly flashed with pain and anger.

Lin Yan couldn't help laughing.Looking back, I looked at the dessert shop not far from the left front of the alley, and then turned my head, with the original and natural expression: "Ah, why, you are unhappy when you say that, and you feel angry with me for being insulted." Ah? Tsk tsk, I said, are you willing? Hmm? Don’t you love me to death? Otherwise, what are you doing here every day like a watchman? Um? Haha! Isn’t it just waiting for me to come? Isn’t it just to have another look at me, Lin Yan? Isn’t it just to buy me another piece of cake? Hey... how come one or two people who like me are like this, they already love me so much I went crazy and became crazy, but I still dare not say... Is this your problem or I have a problem... Hey, you should tell me quickly, is it because of this, eh? I am infatuated The small class~~?"

The hand holding the tie shook slightly, his posture was light and graceful, and his smile was unparalleled.So the anger gradually disappeared from Benson's eyes and melted away, but the pain only precipitated and became more painful.

He was speechless.How could he still be able to speak.Because Lin Yan just said so much, everything, everything he wanted to say, and everything he didn't want to say.

Benson slowly closed his eyes. It seemed that he was desperately planning to let nature take its course and resign himself to fate.

Falling in love with a man like Lin Yan, there are only two destined possibilities and endings: if he doesn't love you, then you can die, and if he loves you, then he can, die for you.

For the former, he is willing to personally send you on the road, and it doesn't matter how much pain you have, while for the latter, even if there is a near death in front of him, he will be happy all the way, and he will not hesitate.

There are no in-between states, and no in-between emotions.

This is Lin Yan.

Suddenly, in the darkness, Benson was pleasantly surprised to feel Lin Yan's body slowly getting closer to his ear, and he was destined to be just a sugar-coated cannonball's close touch, very spineless and disappointing, still so Hopelessly racing heart, then terminally ill to apnea.

"It's obviously not my fault...It's obviously not my fault to grow up like this..." Lin Yan's voice was low and heard, just like his name, the smoke from the kitchen was curling up, blowing with the wind, "But all of you are like this ...It's all like this...You know, this really hurts my morals."

Benson was surprised how Lin Yan could say such a feudal superstition.And listening to that tone, it was still really unusually distressed and pious.Not pretending.

After a few seconds of silence in confusion, Lin Yan suddenly got up and walked towards the dessert shop at the entrance of the alley.

The owner of the dessert shop naturally recognized Lin Yan. When he saw Lin Yan visiting his small shop in person this time, he smiled so obsequiously that he couldn't even close his mouth. His face was full of horizontal flesh and fine lines. Dianer Dianer ran out.Flattery is just like women's clothes and shoes, no matter how much you do it, it won't be too much.

Of course, he also pointed to Benson in the alley with disgust on his face—even though this person had been to their store countless times, as Lin Yan's errands, helping Lin Yan buy pastries.

It is human nature to be ungrateful and ungrateful, presumably.

"What do you want to buy today? Hey! We just came out with a new variety..."

"I'm going to buy your shop today."

Lin Yan frowned and waved his hands, and interrupted the shopkeeper's nonsense neatly, impatiently throwing out such a shocking sentence.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment.

"Uh... ah... ah?" It seemed like a century before he finally regained his voice trembling.

"I will call someone to discuss the specific process with you tomorrow. You just need to remember that from now on, I am the owner of this store, and he—" he said without turning his head, only pointing back Pointing to where Benson is, his face is expressionless, but definitely not joking, looking at the face in front of him, his face is blank, his face is blank, and he looks like an obese shopkeeper who is about to faint from fright. He said slowly, word by word, "Cai, yes, shop, owner."

poof──

Someone suddenly fainted and fainted because of high blood pressure...

Even if he didn't turn his head, Lin Yan could still guess how much Benson behind him was staring at him at this moment... filled with emotion.

But he didn't bother to explain anything to the man.Anyway, just an insignificant trash guy.And he himself is very clear that in fact, he just wants to make up for a little bit, and he has lost too much Yinde.

Regardless of whether it is useful or not, once it becomes a habit, it is always difficult to change.

Facing the cold wind and walking through the square for a long distance, Lin Yan's cell phone suddenly vibrated.Lin Yan picked it up and took a look...

Speechless, frowned, rolled his eyes, hung up directly──and turned his head decisively.

Sure enough, the target appeared about three meters not far ahead as usual.

"Hi, Xiao Yanyan~~"

Likewise, he was as frivolous and ruffian as ever, with a sassy laugh.