chase a hammer

The rain outside was still pattering and clattering, and Wu Chu in the room was sitting on the sofa, biting a cigarette and stretching out his hand to make vague gestures: "It's the kind that makes the hair softer."

"Or it can be curled a little bit, the kind that can make people look a lot better after ironing."

Wu Chu whispered to the man in the wheelchair with some anticipation: "Do you think it's okay?"

He has never permed his head in his life. Today, when it rained heavily, he used the eaves of the shops in front of the alley to shelter from the rain, and he happened to stand in front of the billboard in front of an old hairdressing shop.

The hair salon in the alley looked small and dilapidated. The billboard was shaken by the rain in the rain, and several red letters were prominent: hot dyeing all 89.

Yin Jin looked at Wu Chu in front of him and tried his best to show him the new hairstyle he wanted to perm. After a moment of silence, he said euphemistically, "Maybe it doesn't match your temperament."

Wu Chu scratched his hair, frowned and muttered, "I think it fits well..."

Seemingly thinking of something, Wu Chu pinched his cigarette, leaned on the sofa, and muttered with a bit of displeasure: "Forget it, their artist hobbies are always changing..."

"Before I said to my face that I was his muse..."

While listening, Yin Jin leaned on the wheelchair and thought about what the drunk boy had yelled at him that night.

The boy told him, is Wu Chu very easy to cheat?

How did he come here?

At that time, he thought that Wu Chu was just so easy to deceive.

But now seeing the boy in front of him muttering with a bit of melancholy, Yin Jin felt that he probably had to take back that sentence tonight.

It's true that it's not easy to deceive in general, it's very easy to deceive.

Gee.

If you say a few words to coax the ghost, you can coax the little boy to keep it firmly in his heart.

Wu Chu leaned on the sofa, took a puff of cigarette melancholy and said, "But he's going to start school soon."

"I'm going to see him soon, I'm really nervous if I don't burn my head..."

Yin Jin: "..."

What kind of vision does it take to appreciate Wu Chu who is so hot.

He was silent for a while, and because Wu Chu came back with a few bags of vegetables every day, the man said euphemistically, "Don't you still want to drive that kind of car?"

"The speed of the car is too fast, it is easy to mess up the permed hair."

Wu Chu said with a little melancholy: "We usually wear helmets."

Yin Jin raised his eyebrows, he couldn't see that these young people were sacrificing their lives in racing.

Wu Chu pinched his cigarette, sighed, tilted his head and stared at the metal lighter on the old tea table in front of him without saying a word.

The lighter lying quietly on the table glows with an expensive metal cold light. It has a simple and elegant shape and a special design. The size is suitable for playing with at hand.

Most importantly, he had seen this lighter by Wu Han's side.

Wu Chu sighed quietly, Wu Han is a guy, although his brain is more or less abnormal.

When he was nine years old, he set up a tombstone for Wu Chu, and every few months he would go to that grave to worship.

Wu Chu secretly visited the cemetery. It was raining lightly that day. In the fine rain, Wu Chu saw such an arrogant and hostile person as Wu Han, kneeling motionless in front of the grave.

Then Wu Chu looked up and saw the word Wu Chu engraved on the tombstone.

Wu Chu at that time: "..."

However, few in the Wu family seemed to have normal brains, and he was used to them.

But Wu Han, apart from his more or less abnormal brain and volatile and hostile temperament, is excellent in other aspects, and his food and clothing are always expensive luxury goods.

So the lighter that the man gave him on the table was definitely not cheap.

Wu Chu tilted his head, looking slightly at the man in the wheelchair next to the sofa who was flipping through the pages of the book with his head bowed. His collar was buttoned to the top of his neck meticulously. His skin was cold and fair. His facial features were deep and three-dimensional. expensive.

He stared at the man and sighed unconsciously, looking as if he had been hit.

Sensing Wu Chu's gaze, Yin Jin paused slightly with his fingertips resting on the armrest of the wheelchair. He raised his eyes and looked at the boy on the sofa staring at him.

The boy's eyes are pure beast-like curious observations and gazes. Under the incandescent light, there is a bright and clean wild feeling, as if reflecting the bright summer light falling through the gaps in the dense trees.

For no reason, it burned people's back slightly.

A terrifying lightning flashed out of the clouds in the sky outside, and after a muffled thunder exploded in his ears, the incandescent lamp in the living room suddenly went dark.

The whole living room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Wu Chu leaned on the sofa, with his head slightly tilted on the sofa, took a breath of cigarette melancholy, and didn't move.

In the darkness, the man in the wheelchair leaned on the wheelchair, threw the book on the table, looked a little lazy, and said in a low voice, "Is there a power outage?"

Wu Chu exhaled smoke, and sighed without emotion: "It seems so."

Yin Jin said to the boy in the direction of the sofa in the darkness, "Go and see if the switch has tripped."

The boy on the sofa didn't move, he raised his head perfunctorily and said, "Ah, it should be."

It sounded like he was still moping about whether to perm his head.

Yin Jin was a little funny. He leaned lazily on the wheelchair and touched Wu Chu with the tip of his slippers in the darkness, and urged in a low voice, "Go and see."

Wu Chu turned a deaf ear to it, and slumped on the sofa without moving until the tip of the man's slippers touched his calf again. After a long time, he sighed and got up, and muttered, turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked towards the switch.

The whole house has been in disrepair for a long time, the equipment is old, and there are more or less problems with the wiring, which leads to tripping.

A few minutes later, Wu Chu held the phone and turned on the flashlight, muttering, "There's no way to fix it, we have to wait for it to call by itself."

He stepped on the slippers, took the mobile phone and turned on the flashlight, found a flashlight, yawned and placed it in front of the table in front of the man and said, "Call me if you need anything."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on his slippers and walked back to his room with his mobile phone and flashlight on.

The living room was dark, with a flashlight and cigarettes that the boy hadn't taken away standing in front of the sofa and coffee table, and there was the noisy sound of crackling rain outside.

In the darkness, the man in the wheelchair reached out to pick up the metal lighter on the table to play with. With a lazy expression, he picked up a pack of cigarettes with half-closed eyes.

In the crisp sound of "Keng", the man held a cigarette in his thin lips, watched the metal lighter dance with flames, lowered his head slightly, and lit the cigarette.

In a thin cloud of smoke, Yin Jin held a cigarette on his cold white fingerbone. He was lazily leaning on the wheelchair, his restraint and restraint completely disappeared, like a torn painting, showing carelessness and indifference And thin cool.

Thinking of Wu Chu's low mood and irritability when he first came back, like a trapped animal trying to restrain his irritability, Yin Jin played with the metal lighter, his eyes were half closed, and his expression was obscure in the darkness.