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The landlord was going to collect the house early the next morning. Tang Zhuojian went to Tang Moyan's house the night before to put the suitcase away, then said he needed to collect some things, and then went out again. Not long after he came out, he called Bie Han.

"Do you have time?" Tang Zhuowian asked, walking along the busy street, hesitating whether to take the subway or take a taxi back.

Here, Bie Han just arrived home and stopped changing his shoes: "What?"

"Can you accompany me home now? I have something to do."

"it is good."

The two met downstairs in Tang Zhuojian's original home, and Tang Zhuojian got off his rental car and parked beside it.

"What?" Bie Han came over and saw Tang Zhuo saw his hands in his pockets, he was full of hostility, even disdainful, this is a rare expression that Tang Zhuo would show when he saw someone.

Hearing Bie Han's voice, Tang Zhuojian immediately leaned over and explained everything that happened with the landlord that day, including what happened before, and the reason why he asked him to come out today.

"So you want to... smash the house?" Bie Han asked in a daze.

"No, just get my deposit back." He said lightly.

Bie Han didn't object to what Tang Zhuojian was about to do, but silently accompanied him upstairs, silently watching him make the originally clean and tidy single room dusty.

Half an hour later, the two of them came out, carrying the electric piano and guitar that hadn't been removed before, and took a long time to put them in the car.Tang Zhuo is angry, don’t be dumbfounded, this piece of candy gas is just a deposit, since it has to be taken out, it’s better to use it in fact, the bed can’t sleep anymore, it will cost money, the wardrobe will need to be replaced, it will cost money , Get almost 1500 to call it a day, leave, why let these black-hearted people get the benefits.This is Tang Zhuojian's theory.

Bie Han had no choice but to let him go. After the two came out, Bie Han hesitated for a long time before asking him: "If you don't have a place to live recently, would you like to come and live with me?"

When Tang Zhuo heard this, he immediately put on a high-cold attitude: "You didn't ask me in the recording studio today, but now, my boxes are at Tang Moyan's house."

Bie Han glanced at him calmly, feeling funny in his heart, and he didn't know who had been avoiding him when he talked about this matter today, and deliberately changed the subject when he asked him, now he blames him for not asking earlier .

Well, Bie Han pondered for two seconds, then raised his hand: "I'll get it for you."

"I won't go." Tang Zhuojian refused straight away, and made a gesture of "you used to ignore me, but now you can't afford me".

"..."

Bie Han had nothing to say for a while, stared at Tang Zhuo Jian for a long while, and said lightly: "Are you blaming me?"

"What's your fault?" Tang Zhuojian raised his chin.

"Blame me for not fighting for your custody right in time?"

"Dry!"

Tang Zhuojian cursed and punched Bie Han. This was fucking revenge, real revenge for what he said when he drank too much last time!

Being beaten was a little painful, Tang Zhuo saw that his attack had lost all strength, but Bie Han could only bear it, otherwise he would beat someone up here now?

Bie Han smiled, grabbed Tang Zhuojian's clothes and walked towards the car, no beating, no cursing, no kidnapping?

"What are you doing?" Tang Zhuo Jian asked vigilantly, but he didn't break free.

"Take you to a bar I discovered a while ago."

bar?Tang Zhuojian muttered in a low voice: "Do you want to get me drunk again and come to battle with me?"

Bie Han just laughed and didn't argue with him.

The car was parked on Wangping Street, a small road not far from Chunxi Road. Perhaps because of the night, the whole street was almost deserted, with the river on the left and a row of closed shops on the right.

Tang Zhuojian began to doubt: "This street is so quiet, are you sure you want to take me to the bar instead of throwing my corpse into the river?"

"You can dance by yourself if you want, I'm too lazy to throw it away." Bie Han replied solemnly, Tang Zhuo rolled his eyes when he heard it, couldn't he have a good chat?

The car was parked at the entrance of an uninhabited alley, and after getting off the car, it turned into a long alley. There was a memorial archway at the entrance of the alley. The light was too dim, and Tang Zhuojian couldn't see what was written on it. Several rows of red lanterns were hung on the wall, and a person was sitting under the lantern, but otherwise it was pitch black.

Seeing his footsteps stop, Tang Zhuo turned his head stiffly to look at Bie Han: "Have you found any way to travel? Entering this alley can travel to Liaozhai?"

Bie Han laughed, put his hands on Tang Zhuojian's shoulders naturally, pushed him forward, and explained to him by the way: "There is a bar here, called Qitang. It is rumored that there is a storefront on Xinsheng Road. I have been to restaurants, supermarkets, bars, Internet cafes, etc., many shops, but they all closed down in the end. Later, someone took a fancy to that shop. I heard from people around me that many shops have closed down here. It may be very unknown, so I invited Mr. Feng Shui to come. Look, Mr. Feng Shui said that this land is extremely cloudy. It should be that many people were buried and died here. It is not suitable to open a shop here, but that person thinks that the rent here is cheap, which is too rare near the city center. So I thought of a way to deliberately make the decoration into the feeling of ancient Liaozhai, making it spooky and terrifying, let's use evil to counter evil, I didn't expect it to become popular, and then all the branches of Qitang will be opened in this kind of place, which others dare not rent. Very dark place."

While talking, the two of them had arrived in front of Qitang, which was a wide open facade, inside which were a few old-looking wooden tables and stools, with red lanterns hanging on the wall, vines on the wall, and the overall lighting Very weak, the two chose a seat inside and sat down, and the boss brought up the menu.

The menu is also made of bamboo slips. From right to left, a piece of bamboo is written with a brush with a wine name.

Tang Zhuo saw the words on it with difficulty, but the names of the wines were too old-fashioned, he didn't understand what kind of wine it was, so he raised his head and asked Bie Han: "I don't know what to drink, do you have any recommendations?"

"Dou bar, two jugs, I'll add the rest later." Bie Han nodded to the boss, and the boss put away the bamboo slips expressionlessly and left.

Tang Zhuojian glanced around. There were two tables of people besides them, but they didn't say much. He felt like he was in a cemetery. He shivered, and then gave Biehan a thumbs up: "Nice Ah, you can find this kind of place that I will never come to in my life?"

Sitting in it is eerie and eerie, if not for a TV hanging at the door to remind him that this is modern times, he might really think he has time-traveled.

Bie Han smiled: "I was also recommended."

"Who recommended it?" Tang Zhuo Jian asked.

Bie Han raised his eyebrows: "What? Want to get to know each other?"

"Of course I do. I have to see how careless you are in making friends. I have to be careful not to let you go astray." Tang Zhuojian said seriously, and he almost said directly: Dad is worried about you.

As a result, Bie Han took out his mobile phone and made a call. Tang Zhuo didn't care, and thought that if he really wanted to bring friends, then he should. It's also good to make friends, and then Bie Han said, "Mom? What are you doing?" What? Well, I have someone here who wants to see you, um, oh, okay!"

"Damn it!!" Tang Zhuo saw that his whole body exploded in an instant.

When Bie Han hung up the phone, Tang Zhuojian buried his head under the table, as if he didn't want to talk.

Bie Han shook the phone in his hand, and regretfully said: "You may not be able to make this friend, my mother said she only saw my wife."

"What the hell..." Tang Zhuojian's heart suddenly beat heavily.

Calm down, Tang Zhuowian, aren't you the best at controlling your emotions? Why are you always crashing recently, hold back!Hold back!Not sure yet!

Tang Zhuojian's heart turned a thousand times.

Doujiu is served in a container similar to a catkin, but it is not so delicate, like a scaled-down vat, and the bowls brought up are similar to the earthen bowls used for drinking in ancient restaurants. When I went back, I thought of the big long spoon used by the soy sauce vendors who pushed carts on the street when I was a child.

Don't make fun of him anymore, help him fill a bowl.

"Try it, the wine here is all homemade. I drank Dou wine once and I liked it better. It's not strong, and it smells like rice wine."

Seeing this, Tang Zhuo raised his head, gave him an unhappy look, then naturally took the wine he handed over, and drank it down in one gulp.

"It tastes good." Tang Zhuo Jian recognized it after one bite, okay, I forgive you temporarily for the sake of recommending something good.

"Oh yes, I received a message from our dean two days ago, saying that "Shata" is scheduled for Lantern Festival, and we are going to sing the theme song at that time." Tang Zhuojian suddenly remembered, and said.

Bie Han seemed to have known it a long time ago: "Well, there are three days of rehearsals before the Lantern Festival, so you can just come to the recording studio when the time comes."

"Rent a recording studio to rehearse again? Tsk, really rich." Tang Zhuo laughed.

The time is getting later and later, the number of people coming to Qitang is increasing one after another, but I don’t know why this place is not as noisy as other bars, it is quiet, as if mourning something, when the wind blows at night, the rows of lanterns on the wall Shaking a few times, the sound of touching each other made Tang Zhuo feel goose bumps.

A veritable "ghost" place.

After sitting here for nearly an hour, Tang Zhuojian stood up: "I'll go to the bathroom, and then I can go."

"it is good."

Taking advantage of this time, Bie Han settled the bill and was waiting when Tang Zhuojian's cell phone rang, but he put it on the table without picking it up. Bie Han took a look and saw the three familiar words: Tang Moyan.

Bie Han took it over and pressed the answer button as naturally as he answered his own phone.

"If you have something to say, hang up."

Tang Moyan on the other end of the phone almost jumped up when he heard Bie Han's voice: "Damn Tang Zhuojian, why is the phone in your perverted hands? Where is Tang Zhuojian?"

Bie Han lowered his voice: "I'm asleep, I won't be coming back tonight."

"Fuck? What did you do?! Didn't he go home to get something? Why did he go to your place?!" Tang Moyan yelled hysterically at home. It wasn't Bie Han who broke down. Could something really happen? But it was only today that he was bullied by Bie Han during the day. He could only rely on Tang Zhuo to see him live in his house to stimulate Bie Han. He didn't expect that he would be abducted before the whole night passed?

Bie Han held back his deep smile, thankfully it was quiet here so he didn't get caught up: "Isn't it obvious? Forget it, you don't realize it, you old man should go to bed early, oh no, the older you get, the less sleep you get. , okay, then you can watch TV shopping channels for a while before going to bed."

"???"

"Don't be cold, I'm fucking your mother!!"

When Tang Zhuo came back, he saw Bie Han smiling, and looked at him strangely: "What are you laughing at? Have you drank too much?"

Bie Han stood up and walked out: "Just now Tang Moyan called, worried why you haven't answered so late, I picked it up for you, so he can rest assured that you are with me."

"okay."

Walking to the side of the car, Bie Han knocked on the roof, and asked again: "Are you really not going to my house?"

Tang Zhuo saw that the hand driving the door stopped there, and then raised his head: "Then your house has a separate bed for me to sleep in?"

"There is a sofa bed."

"But I have already promised Tang Moyan."

"Let me help you."

"I've put my things away, too."

"I'll get it for you."

"Aren't you a pervert?"

"..."

Finally, the same surname Tang said the same thing.