kiss goodnight

The tip of the pencil broke the paper for the ninth time, and it was dawn.There were a few sleeping pills scattered around his hand, Jiang Yi'an didn't take them that night, and let himself relax all night.

The wall was half-golden by the morning light, and the cold wind poured into the room. When Jiang Yi'an recovered from the state of emptiness and felt the chill, his limbs suddenly became sore and soft, and the fine pain traveled through the cracks in his body.He stood up on the coffee table, stumbled all the way to close the window, draw the curtains, and then returned to lie flat on the sofa, covering himself with his black jacket.

The sleepiness was light, and the minute hand in the clock hadn't completed a circle when the landline at home rang.Jiang Yi'an was afraid of the ringing of the phone, so he jumped up reflexively, hid in a corner of the sofa, stared at a void vigilantly, his eyes were slack, and his breathing was chaotic.

After the private information was exposed maliciously, Jiang Yi'an could not bear to be harassed every day.Changing the phone's ringtone to vibrate and then to mute, he couldn't contact his friends and couldn't check his work text messages. In the end, the system memory was overloaded due to receiving too many emails and pictures, so it went on strike. It cut off all the troubles and gave Jiang Yi'an a long-lost quiet.

Later, he changed his number, but he couldn't help browsing the public opinion about him on the Internet.Jiang Yi'an wanted to face it with strength, so he swiped the screen endlessly, trying to stimulate himself to become numb with the filthy language he received constantly.After hiding in the corner of the living room and smoking a whole carton for three days and three nights, he ran to the kitchen with a grim expression, picked up a kitchen knife, and split the phone in half.

The caller seemed to know that Jiang Yi'an would not answer soon, and the second round of bells rang immediately after disconnecting.It took Jiang Yi'an a long time to crawl to the other side of the sofa, reached out to hold the receiver, and said in a low voice, "Who?"

"Who else could it be?" The tone was straightforward, but there was no sense of blame. Lin Ye's voice was like a sharp knife, transparent and crisp, very listenable.In the concerts in the early years, he often changed places with Jiang Yi'an. He tried out the lead singer, and Jiang Yi'an played the guitar.

Lin Ye asked, "Did you have breakfast? I'll bring you some along the way."

Jiang Yi'an: "No need."

Lin Ye: "Open the door for me later."

Jiang Yi'an: "Don't bother."

Lin Ye: "Soymilk steamed buns and deep-fried fried dough sticks. I'm too lazy to wait. Hang up."

The "beep" sound continued in his ears for a while, Jiang Yi'an put down the phone, curled up on the sofa and waited quietly.About five or six minutes later, there were idle footsteps in the corridor.When it stopped on the fourth floor, Jiang Yi'an got up and walked over with his jacket on, peeking out through the cat's eyes.

In winter, Lin Ye only wears a thin coat and a black mask.The bright tattoos protrude from the cuffs and neckline, and are collected at the ends of the fingers and behind the ears. The ear bones are inlaid with a row of dense silver steel nails.

Jiang Yi'an twisted open the door: "I said no..."

Lin Ye sneaked into the house sideways: "I'm so cold to death."

After putting down his breakfast, Lin Ye picked up the pillow and sat on the opposite side of the sofa, with a tea table between Jiang Yi'an and him.He picked up the balls of paper that had fallen around him, and probably knew what was inside. After unfolding them, he hummed briefly twice in time: "It's okay, it's not too bad."

Jiang Yi'an raised his eyelids: "When did you learn to flatter people?"

Lin Ye shrugged his shoulders and changed the subject to avoid questioning: "During New Year's Day, Global's appearance fee is twice as much as usual, can you make it?"

It's time to pay the property fee.In the past two years, Jiang Yi'an was penniless, the house was rented by Lin Ye, and he paid all the utility bills. Jiang Yi'an was really upset, and he was depressed until this autumn when he overcame the obstacle of social fear, and reluctantly asked Lin Ye to find a job as a singer in a bar.

"Come on." Jiang Yi'an took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, his voice was like a mosquito, "Put me back, the further back the better."

"Success." Lin Ye responded, "Then let's do it at midnight."

Jiang Yi'an only ate two of a basket of buns.Forced him to finish drinking the soy milk, Lin Ye didn't plan to stay for a long time, Jiang Yi'an got used to being quiet after getting sick, and would feel anxious no matter how close he was in the same room.He spread the ball of paper in his hand on the coffee table, and pointed it heavily with his index finger: "It's really good."

Seeing that Lin Ye was about to leave, Jiang Yian followed him and got up to send him to the door.When Lin Ye turned to say goodbye to him, he turned his head and saw Jiang Yi'an's braid tied behind his head, and raised his hand to touch it with a smile: "Good long hair, how do you cut it—"

"Snapped".

A look of panic appeared on his face, Jiang Yi'an instinctively slapped Lin Ye's slap away with too much force, and the two hands that collided were numb at first, and then painful.

Returning to his senses for a moment, Jiang Yi'an frowned and pursed his lips. Because of fear, his shoulders trembled slightly: "I'm sorry."

Lin Ye didn't take it seriously, and slowed down his movements. With some tentativeness, he gently brushed Jiang Yi'an's hair away with the back of his hand, and said softly, "I'm suffering, my lead singer."

The door was closed, and the room returned to silence. Jiang Yi'an returned to the coffee table and looked at the creased staff paper for a long time.From sitting quietly at dawn to sunset, Jiang Yi'an finally lowered his head, ruffled his hair, and closed his eyes tiredly.

A Mercedes-Benz GLC drove into the main entrance of Moli Community, and Duan Yang parked the car in the white line area in front of Building No. [-].

After picking up his mother at the train station at noon, Duan Yang went back to the team to catch up with two lines of year-end summary. He overheard the phone call between Wen Ke and the owner, and seemed to want to rent a house in their jurisdiction, so that the brothers could patrol at night. After adjusting and resting, he was immediately moved, threw down the computer, and clamored to be Wen Ke's driver.

The owner of Unit 303, Unit [-], Building [-] is an old man. His son has made a fortune, and he bought a duplex in the central area. The family reunited in harmony, so he planned to rent out this empty room.

Wen Ke stepped out of the car, and saw that the building in front of him was simple and dilapidated, the paint was fuzzy, and the roof was covered with a withered creeper. The sides of the unit door that required him to bow his head to step in were covered with various office/certificate/small advertisements.

The uncle's enthusiastic voice echoed in the narrow and dark corridor: "I lived alone before. The furniture is complete and clean, and I basically don't need to tidy up. The living room is not big, but it can accommodate two folding beds and sleep on the sofa. , it will not be a problem to accommodate four or five people."

Duan Yang walked in front, and turned around excitedly after hearing this: "Boss, I think—"

"Don't even think about it." Wen Ke lit a cigarette for himself, and changed the jacket on his right arm to his left hand, "Computers, mahjong, poker, and board games can't appear at all. back and forth."

Duan Yang shuddered violently, the devil's torture when he first joined the team was still lingering in his mind, he swallowed resignedly, and followed the uncle obediently.

Although it is a narrow corner, it has all internal organs, and the reflection of the floor tiles does not show any dirt, obviously it has just been cleaned.Duan Yang went to the bedroom excitedly, anxious to feel the comfort of the mattress, and Wen Ke, who was standing at the entrance, finalized the final rent with the landlord.

Uncle: "The geographical location here is not too far away, and the environment is not bad, but the room is a bit small. I didn't think it before. Seeing that you are so big and tall, go to the living room. I guess if the bed in the back room is not changed , I might wrong you."

Wen Ke replied: "It's okay, let's make a price."

The uncle hesitated again and again: "I won't accept other miscellaneous deposits, 2000 yuan per month, look at the boss..."

"Ding", the uncle's words were interrupted by the notification sound from his mobile phone. He took it out of his trouser pocket, clicked on WeChat, and received three transfer messages from Wen Ke, totaling 4000 yuan.

Wen Ke: "Let's take a look at the rest, you can go to work, thank you."

The uncle held the mobile phone and smiled happily: "That's fine, then I won't bother you, we can contact you at any time if you need anything."

After all, he just stepped over the threshold and stepped back. The old man was very warm-hearted. After thinking about it for a while, he still kindly reminded him: "I have lived here for most of my life, and I am familiar with the neighbors in Unit [-], and they are very friendly. However, some time ago, the family upstairs moved to other provinces and rented the house to a "triad". Ouch, the tattoos on the back, and several steel nails on the lips and ears are scary. Hurry up, the other party's whereabouts are unknown, so don't cause any trouble for you."

When Duan Yang heard it, half of his head poked out from the bedroom, raised his clenched fist, and the corners of his lips curled up fiercely: "We hide from him? It's a joke, dare to provoke us, let's see if I won't let him kneel down and call him grandpa." .”

The author says:

Thanks for reading.

Lin Ye: Oh?

Duan Yang: Huh.