Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

After we parted ways with Zhao Wei, I set out to visit a poet. According to my research, he and You Can were close friends.

Regarding the news of You Can's death, the poet said that he was not surprised, and gave four words straightforwardly: "Your own fault."

He sat in a dark corner of the study, lit a cigarette and smoked, with an air of contempt for the world.To be honest, I don't dislike such people. They always have a feeling that everyone is drunk and I am alone. Getting along with this kind of people is more chilling than being with Zhao Wei.

"You Can is a poet. A poet will die alone forever. The love of a poet is either fleeting or a moth to a flame. He is that desperate moth who clearly knows that the road ahead is enough to burn everything The flames, but still have to hit it head-on, hit it to pieces, hit it until it is completely destroyed..."

He really deserves to be a poet, and he speaks like a poem. I was a little bit hurt by his cadence, and I managed to catch a key word: "love."

I hastily stopped the poet's growing poetic sentiment, and I asked, "You mean, did he encounter emotional setbacks?"

The poet glanced at me, and then turned his head out of the window: "It's not just setbacks. How can mere setbacks destroy the poet? It's a bottomless abyss, a monster that eats people but doesn't spit out bones!"

I shrunk my neck back. This Mr. Poet is easily agitated when he speaks, and when he gets agitated, he will spit all over the place. Seeing the bean-sized water droplets flying towards me, I have to stay away to avoid being accidentally shot.

After more than an hour, the interview was finally over. As soon as I went out, I let out a long sigh of relief. I was so tired that I was about to collapse.Therefore, dealing with such so-called cultural people is the most difficult. They either like to drop their book bags, or they like to practice Tai Chi, or they just go in the direction of subtlety and subtlety, making you guess.Where is it like our most simple working people, who say what they say and what they say, they speak in plain language, and they don't have any doubts about their IQ during interviews.

However, the hard work has been rewarded. Although most of what the poet said during this long period of time is useless, at least I have one piece of news that can be regarded as exclusive at present--You Can's work in recent months As if falling in love, You Can brought an outsider to the party held by their circle of poets two months ago, and solemnly introduced it to the others.Moreover, this outsider is still male, about the same age as You Can, and according to himself, he is You Can's classmate.

In this way, You Can was not alone in school all the time, but he had at least one good friend in the class. If what the poet said was true, then it can be said that he had the best friend in the class. close friends.

But why didn't You Can's classmates notice it at all?Was it that You Can and the others deliberately concealed it, and they concealed it tightly?

I picked up the group photo in my hand and looked at the boy pointed out by the poet, the boy who was brought to meet them by charm.Standing next to You Can, he is much taller than You Can, with a dark face smiling brightly, and making a "V" gesture with his right hand, he looks like a very ordinary and sunny boy.

Could the reason for You Char's suicide really be on him?I put away the photos and slowly walked out of the apartment building, with some anticipation in my heart, but also some inexplicable resistance.

After leaving the poet's apartment, I originally wanted to go to the university again to find the boy in the photo who might be You Can's lover.As a result, the director stopped me with a phone call on the way, and I ran a short trip nearby. The original interview plan could only be postponed until tomorrow.

It was past seven o'clock when I returned home after posting the manuscript.As soon as I opened the door, I could smell the strong aroma of food in the room, and my saliva gushed out all of a sudden.I walked in quickly, wanting to see what delicious dishes Wang Jiawen cooked today.

Um?I stared blankly at the sofa -- why is Wang Jiawen sitting in the living room?So who is the person who is cooking in the kitchen now?

"Reporter Ye Da is back!" The kitchen door was opened, and then a thin figure twisted out, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhao Wei.He poured me a glass of water: "Come on, rest for a while, dinner will be ready soon."

I watched him quickly turn back to the back of the kitchen, walked up to Wang Jiawen and pushed his elbow: "Hey, stop watching TV, let me ask you, where did you let him into the kitchen?"

Wang Jiawen glanced at me, then continued to focus on the football game on TV, and reluctantly responded with a "hmm".

I was so surprised that my eyes almost popped out, and I quickly asked: "You accepted him? Are you two okay? This progress is too fast!"

"Bang".I heard a loud bang before I felt a sharp pain in the back of my neck.I looked at Wang Jiawen aggrieved, but instead of feeling guilty, he stretched out two big hands and struck at my neck.

"It's all your fault, why did Mao ask me to clean it up! If you didn't agree to Xiao Ping, I would never have met this man! Now it's all right, when I came back from work, I saw him sitting at the door of the house. Grandma also asked me who this was, and I had to let him enter the room. As soon as I closed the door, he, he pounced on my face... that one bite!"

I was strangled by Wang Jiawen, and I was repeatedly shaken back and forth.Although I feel that the gastric juice is about to be shaken out, I can still see Wang Jiawen's blushing expression clearly at the moment, and I can even hear his teeth grinding: "The most important thing is, who asked you to tell him that I like men? What? Why is it that he wants to stay with me for the rest of his life!"

"The food is ready, Jiawen Qinqin and Ye Da reporter, dinner is ready!" Just when I thought I would be shaken out of my wits by Wang Jiawen, Zhao Wei's voice appeared in time: "Hey, Jiawen Qinqin, you What are you doing? Don't bully Reporter Ye, he is our matchmaker."

Feeling that the hand tightly holding my neck was gradually loosened, I quickly escaped from Wang Jiawen's clutches, while touching my chest and gasping for breath, I looked at Wang Jiawen—he had no time to take care of me, and now he was running at full speed He looked at Zhao Wei with the most murderous eyes.

"I'm so hungry, let's eat." I dragged Zhao Wei into the kitchen. In Wang Jiawen's current state, it's better not to mess with him anymore, attack bit by bit, and stop when it's good, so that we can fight. It's a protracted war.

Zhao Wei's craftsmanship is good, and the dishes on the dinner table are full of fragrance and attractive color, which is completely comparable to Wang Jiawen's.As I gnawed on the lamb chops, I secretly wondered about the future life of these two people - hand in hand to buy vegetables, try new dishes and feed them to each other... I clenched my fists and secretly made up my mind that even if I don't have sex with Wang Jiawen in the future I have roommates, and I want to be neighbors with them for the rest of my life, and I have to go to eat every day!

After dinner, I pulled Zhao Wei aside and told him to proceed step by step, not to be too straightforward, which drove Wang Jiawen into a hurry.Then I left the house to the two of them in the name of going out for a walk to digest food after eating too much.

The cool wind blowing on the body at night makes people feel refreshed.Under the moonlight, the city is less noisy and impetuous, and more comfortable. In the square garden of the community, many old people are dancing ballroom dances to the music. All of them have smiles on their faces. I stand After looking around for a while, I laughed unconsciously.

It's nice to be alive.

The price of walking around outside is a few big bags bitten by mosquitoes.I walked all the way back, scratching all over my body regardless of my image, anyway, it was dark at night and no one could see it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned the last corner back, I was blinded by a burst of strong light.Maintaining the awkward posture of scratching my back with one hand and covering my face with the other, and struggling to turn my head away, a series of dirty words popped up in my heart.

When the tingling sensation in my eyes was not so strong, I twisted my body and slowly opened my eyes to look at the world through my fingers. The headlights finally turned off, but what I saw made my desire to swear even stronger. ——Ren Min and Xiao Ping stood side by side in front of me, one on the left and one on the right.Ren Min's aura naturally remained as strong as ever, and Xiao Ping was rarely swallowed by Ren Min's aura, with his face so serious and his waist straight.

Under the staring eyes of these two people, I couldn't help but took a step back, and then saw behind them, a Mercedes-Benz and a Santana taxi parked side by side, the distance between them was so narrow that even children could not Walk sideways.

I sighed, no wonder the lights were so strong just now, I dare say that two cars started at the same time!

But... I withdraw my mind, the most urgent thing is to find out what happened to the two of them?What are they going to do?