After being disabled, I hired a bodyguard

The little bodyguard had a bad look on his face, Mr. Yan couldn't help shrinking his neck, and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you just buy it for me to eat?"

Yu Heng: "I bought so many non-spicy ones, why do you choose spicy ones?"

He Yanzhi scratched the corner of his mouth: "This... I didn't even look at it, I just touched one..."

"Do you believe this yourself?"

It seems... I don't believe it.

Yu Heng sighed, and couldn't do anything to him, so he could only tell him again: "I didn't stop you from letting you eat it, you can eat the non-spicy one first, okay?"

"Okay, okay," He Yanzhi nodded again and again, "Go and cook, I'm afraid you'll be caught off guard."

Yu Heng glanced at him again, turned and left.

He Yanzhi breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the phone again, and began to download his frequently used software into it.

In fact, there is nothing in his old mobile phone. The contacts are stored in the mobile phone card, and the photos are all backed up in the cloud disk. Even if the mobile phone is changed, it can be retrieved again.

He opened Alipay and looked at it, and suddenly found a transfer of 5 yuan 1 minutes ago, and the note said "I will return the rest of the money to you slowly, sorry".

He Yan was taken aback, and said to himself: Who is this?

What money?

Mr. Yan questioned his memory - he didn't seem to have borrowed 1 yuan from anyone recently?

This person is not on his friend list yet...

and many more.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he remembered that Yu Heng had brought back a 1 yuan IOU before, which was written by tricking Feng Yi.

He Yanzhi's expression instantly became a little subtle.

He had already forgotten about this matter. At that time, Feng Yi wrote the loan to pay back after the year, but he still didn't pay back after the year, and it was delayed until today.

So this "remaining"... refers to the 20 that year?

Is he still on?

He Yanzhi didn't hold out much hope, if he could get back [-], it was [-]. It just so happened that he just changed his mobile phone and transferred [-] to Yu Heng, so he assumed that there was no loss today.

... He didn't seem to realize that no matter what money it was, it was his own.

Mr. Yan, who was once frightened by the prank video, had a deep reflection on himself, and decided not to go on Weibo for the next few days. Anyway, it should have been released anyway. After so long, the popularity should go down.

At least he won't be on Weibo for a week, so as not to see someone wishing him a happy holiday under his Weibo on Qingming Festival.

Not disturbing enough.

In order to keep himself from swiping Weibo, he simply uninstalled this broken software for the time being, and fearing that he would be bored, he searched for a few poking and joyful skill tutorials from the Internet, preparing to improve his level.

He has been working on this thing for two months, and the things he has made are quite decent, but they can only be "like", not "realistic".

He didn't intend to stop there, and felt that something of this level was not enough as a gift.

He Yan was so absorbed in poking fun that he quickly forgot about a certain video that caused him to have nightmares, and Yu Heng never went back to school, staying at his house at night.

So life changed from "slightly rising waves" to "safe and sound" again. Yu Heng took care of him for a few days, and felt that nothing was wrong, so he dared to go out to visit his mother's grave on Qingming Festival.

There are actually very few people who are serious about Qingming now, and most of them are waiting for the Qingming holiday instead of waiting for the tomb sweeping.In big cities, there are not too many young people like Yu Heng who visit graves every year.

It was drizzling and the sky was rather gloomy, which suited the occasion.Yu Heng left after lunch, saying he would go home to pick up his sister first.

He Yanzhi was bored at home by himself. If he wants to sleep, he doesn’t feel sleepy. If he wants to play games, he has no energy.

He looked around and felt that this house was too boring.

Although he is a salted fish dedicated to retirement, he doesn't like lying in the pot every day waiting to be fried.

He Yanzhi hesitated for a while, and suddenly wanted to go out for a walk.

From the end of the new year to now, he seems to have never been out of the house.

Mr. Yan said that the wind is the rain. The thought of going out had just occurred to him one second, and the next second he picked up his mobile phone and called the driver—the driver was the same driver from before, who knew him, Xu Zhou and his assistant Yang Xinnan. Count as half a friend.

Today is Qingming, the driver is free, so he quickly drove the car downstairs to his house, and the first thing he said when he entered the door was: "Brother Yan, you were almost beaten when you went out last time, and you want to go out again today? Is it healed?" Does it hurt?"

He Yanzhi glared at him, and thought to himself, why since he passed away, no one is afraid of him anymore, even the driver dares to talk back to him?

Do you still want to make money?

Seeing his expression, the driver immediately changed his words: "Uh... I mean Brother Yan, be careful when you go out—where are you going today?"

"Go to the cemetery," He Yanzhi said in a not so kind tone, "The one in the north was newly built two years ago, you know?"

"I know, I know," the driver nodded quickly, showing a trace of doubt, "but...if I remember correctly, your father doesn't seem to be buried there?"

"...Who wants to see him?" He Yanzhi became even more upset when he heard the words, and said with a straight face, "You are a driver, not a tour guide, why are you talking so much nonsense? You can just drive wherever you are told, and ask What are you asking for?"

"I was wrong," the driver immediately shut up, "then have you packed up? Let's go now?"

He Yanzhi counted the time and felt that even if Yu Heng picked up his sister and went to the cemetery, he should be there by then, so he changed his clothes and said, "Let's go."

The driver put the car on his back, folded the wheelchair and put it in the trunk, when he suddenly remembered something: "Did you bring the keys, brother Yan?"

One of He Yan touched his pocket: "...I didn't bring it."

"Then how do we get back?"

"It's okay, Yu Heng has the key, let's go."

The driver wanted to say, "It's okay to go out without even taking the keys with you", but seeing the other party's obvious reluctance to talk to him, he shut up obediently and drove quickly.

There are several cemeteries in the suburbs of Xinlin City. Among them, the one in the north of the city was newly built in the past two years. The scale is medium, but the quality and environment are very good, so the price is more expensive. You need to have some connections to buy the tombs there.

It was half an hour's drive from He Yan's home to the cemetery, and Mr. Yan felt a little cold when he went out - he forgot that it was raining today, so he should pack more clothes.

But after he came out, he didn't bring the key, so he couldn't go back to get the clothes. He had to prepare in advance to be scolded by Yu Heng, and went to the cemetery to find him first.

When He Yanshang came back, what he saw was still white snow, but now it was full of life, the trees on both sides of the road sprouted, and it was full of fresh green.

He couldn't help but sigh with emotion, maybe it's been so long since he saw green, he felt it was very strange.

He seemed to be stepping directly from midsummer to severe winter, and when he woke up again, it was already the beginning of spring in the coming year.

He Yanzhi's mood was complicated all the way, until the driver carefully reminded: "Brother Yan, we are here, I seem to see your SUV, should I follow, or hide?"

He Yan was taken aback: "Why do you want to hide?"

"Then I'll drive there."

"……and many more."

He Yanzhi quickly stopped him, and thought for a while: "Find a place to stop first, don't get too close to him."

There was a parking lot outside the cemetery, and he soon saw a very familiar SUV stopped not far ahead, and asked, "Is that my car?"

"Yeah, the license plate numbers are right, can there be any mistakes?"

"I don't remember the license plate number."

driver:"……"

Strange, some people can't remember the license plate number of their car.

He parked the car 20 meters away from them, and He Yanzhi looked out the car window, and sure enough, he saw two people getting on and off the SUV, holding an umbrella together, it was Yu Heng and his sister.

However, the driver obviously came here for the first time and was not familiar with the way from the parking lot to the inside of the cemetery. Yu Heng and the two got out of the car and walked straight in their direction.

He Yanzhi looked at them getting closer and closer, the hairs all over his body stood on end, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Can you do it? Please don't get too close, can't you understand people's words?"

The driver retorted in a low voice: "I didn't get close, they came here by themselves."

He Yanzhi: "Why are you still standing there, hurry up and drive away."

Driver: "It's more eye-catching to drive now, okay, you just stay still, I just put on the sunscreen, so I can't see what's inside."

While talking, Yu Heng and the others had already come to the front. When passing by the car, he suddenly stopped for some reason, and his eyes swept over the car.

He Yanzhi felt guilty for something, and asked again: "Are you sure...you can't see it?"

The driver vowed: "Absolutely invisible."

Yu Heng continued to walk closer, and finally stopped beside the car.

He Yanzhi was separated from him by a window pane, so frightened that he froze all over, he dared not move.

Immediately afterwards, Yu Heng made an unthinkable move—he breathed out towards the car window, and drew a circle on it with his finger.

He Yanzhi's heart almost jumped out of his throat.

The breath dissipated quickly, and Yu Wei shook her brother's arm in confusion, Yu Heng turned around and walked away with her.

He Yanzhi: "..."

So, did they find him?

He asked tremblingly, "Are you sure you can't see inside?"

"I'm...really sure," the driver's expression was not very good, "he probably just drew it casually, randomly."

After Yu Heng left for 5 minutes, He Yanzhi finally let out a breath, thinking what he was doing, so what if he really found him, he came to see the tomb he chose, is there a problem?

So Mr. Yan seemed to have found a sufficient reason, he gritted his teeth: "Get out of the car."

"It's raining outside, why don't you go out?"

"...Why am I here if I don't go out?" He Yanzhi showed a mentally retarded look, "Hurry up, get out of the car."

The driver had no choice but to put on an umbrella and unfold the wheelchair to pick him up, but at this moment He Yanzhi faltered again—in public places, although it was raining today, there were not a few people who came to visit the grave.

He looked around vigilantly, and found that there were also old people who were pushed by their children in wheelchairs to visit the grave, and this cemetery...should no one care about him, right?

So he gritted his teeth and reached out for the driver to pick up the car.

Mr. Yan changed from one four-wheeled cart to another, and the driver changed from driving in the front to pushing a cart in the back. He Yanzhi held an umbrella and found the location of the tomb based on his memory when he bought the tomb.

Yu Heng was bending down to put down a bunch of white chrysanthemums in front of the tomb. He Yanzhi was still hesitating whether to go up, but Yu Weiwei's younger sister was the first to discover him. She covered her mouth in surprise and tugged at Yu Heng's arm.

If he was discovered, it would be meaningless to hide any longer, so He Yanzhi had no choice but to bite the bullet, but when he thought of it, Yu Heng just turned around, as if he was not surprised, and said in a flat tone: "Come on!" gone."

He Yanzhi: "?"

Mr. Yan wrote "Why aren't you surprised at all" all over his face, Yu Heng looked at him very funnyly, then at the driver behind him, and raised his eyebrows helplessly: "Can you be more dedicated next time when you do the disguise work, or This driver, or this car, are you thinking that I am blind or that I have selective amnesia, so that you may not be able to find you?"

He Yanzhi: "..."