Human ladder

Wen Yan was carried out of the chess and card room.

Xiao Jia was beside him, with a gloating expression on his face but pretending to have nothing to do with him.

Wen Yanguang just saw him holding back his toothache, and said angrily, "If you want to laugh, just fucking laugh... hiss - lighten up, lighten up."

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated a few times, Wen Yan stopped and took out the mobile phone with difficulty, and said without looking at it: "There is something to play."

"Did you forget something?" He Zhang said angrily on the other end of the phone.

"???"

When Wen Yan heard that the other party's tone was not very good, he became even more innocent: "Huh?"

When He Zhang saw Wen Yan's reaction, he almost put the words 'ungrateful' and 'heartless' on Wen Yan's face: "My birthday, what the hell?! It's promised not to be absent every year? What the hell are you going to mark me with a red circle on the calendar?!"

Wen Yan was dumbfounded by He Zhang's yelling, and then he remembered, but still shamelessly said: "My son, you are so old, what birthday do you have... Don't tell me that you are shy about asking for the new year's money Woolen cloth?"

I don't know if it's because my mood has changed, or if Wen Yan is much weaker now.

When he first answered He Zhang's phone call, hearing his tone, he thought that he had forgotten some more important matter, some fatal details.

It’s just that I almost missed a birthday——Wen Yan thought coldly in his heart, he didn’t know whether to breathe a sigh of relief, or to laugh and cry.

"What happened to me?!"

He Zhang's words interrupted Wen Yan's contemplation. Before Wen Yan realized that his words were exposing scars, He Zhang immediately reacted and added: "Can you make it quickly? Tonight, the old place We usually play a few."

Wen Yan subconsciously asked: "Where is Lu Congqi?"

He Zhang was so angry that he almost didn't come up, and he said weakly: "Have you restrained yourself a little bit? You still dragged your family over here for dinner on my birthday?!"

Until He Zhang hung up the phone as if he was vying for favor, Xiao Jia saw the stitches and said, "If you want to do something, just give me the money."

Wen Yan stood firm, found a mirror and looked around at the wound.

In order to hide the truth from Xiao Jia and the others, Jin Shuo specially hit the face, arms and other places that could leave wounds-these wounds cannot be concealed.

It was simply a party, and the dim lights in the places they frequented should be able to conceal it.

Wen Yan waved at them tiredly, and waved to stop a car.

A barbecue stall near the school is said to have been specially opened here to catch up with a female teacher of Shigao. Now that I have caught up with it, one teaches inside and the other cooks barbecue outside, which has become one of the few good stories of Shigao. .

Loved by teachers and students.

The business in the store was good, so He Zhang and the others set up a square table outside, and now they finally saw Wen Yan coming over, and hurriedly waved and shouted: "Wen Yan is here... Boss, serve another roasted tripe."

Wen Yan pulled a stool and sat down, poured himself a glass of beer.

After three cups, he saw He Zhang stretching out his hand towards him.

Wen Yan was cheeky, and asked without blinking: "Why?"

"You came here empty-handed?" He Zhang did not give up.

Wen Yan: "No, it has a mouth."

He Zhang couldn't bear it any longer. He felt that Wen Yan didn't pay attention to these brothers more and more after falling in love, so he immediately said bitterly: "In the past, I would go to small shops and gift shops that girls like to go to buy some hairpins and hair ties. Fool me or something, now I won't even prevaricate."

Wen Yan shrugged disapprovingly.

Chen Fan: "I said I wouldn't bring it—"

Liu Duwen continued to fan the flames: "He Zhang, you just don't believe it, have you seen it?"

Wen Yan opened his mouth to explain.

He Zhang grabbed Wen Yan's shoulders and clasped his head, and said viciously: "Okay, don't explain, I want to see if you can still empty your hands during Lu Cong's coming-of-age ceremony."

Liu Duwen didn't know why, so he didn't know what he was doing suddenly, so he and Chen Fan looked at each other.

"Let go—"

He Zhang couldn't beat Wen Yan, so he had no choice but to let Wen Yan escape from his own restraint, but Jian Wenyan coughed a few times in embarrassment, and He Zhang hurriedly asked as if he was catching something: "You don't think you can send it off at all?" What is he?"

Wen Yan stiffened his neck, and said stiffly: "Fart, I have already thought about it, the couple's romance, why do you care so much?!"

He Zhang hummed unconvinced: "When the time comes to break up and lose love, don't come to me and whine."

Liu Duwen, who finally understood their conversation, opened his mouth suddenly.

On the contrary, it was Chen Fan, who should eat and drink, and just focus on eating while listening to other people's conversations as the background sound.

He Zhang felt that Chen Fan was worthless and patted his head: "Originally, Chen Fan wanted to invite the whole class to dinner, so he had to postpone it until the winter vacation."

Wen Yan grasped the key point: "Take the whole class to dinner? What is he going to do?"

Only then did Chen Fan hold the skewers in his left hand, and touched Wen Yan with his cup in his right hand: "I'm going abroad, Japan."

"You don't know? On the day of the power outage, Chen Fan announced it in class. Didn't you notice that Bobo is very tolerant to Chen Fan these days?"

Wen Yan is not in school now, so he missed a lot of things that happened in school.

Holding his glass, he saw them discussing eagerly what happened to the teachers in the class - Lu Congqi won the first place in the school again, Wen Yan came last again, which class's class flower fell in love with so-and-so.

Wen Yan looked at the beer froth in his hand, calmly blew away some of it, raised his head and drank it all, and lazily listened to the heated discussion between the three of them, and the discussion inevitably turned to plans for the future.

On the day of the power outage, Bobo stood on stage and asked them what they wanted to do in the future, but avoided many steps leading to that road.

He Zhang said, "Don't we have someone who wants to be a rapper?"

Chen Fan: "Don't say it, there are people who want to be authors."

"Hahahahahaha, that's right." Chen Fan suddenly became interested, and poked Wen Yan's arm and asked, "You ran out that day, and Bobo didn't ask you, what about you?"

Wen Yan was surprised: "Bobo asked one by one?"

"No, the whole class was very happy at the time. Only Bobo asked your name in a daze, but no one answered after asking several times. Ran."

Liu Duwen made a gesture of holding his heart: "Bobo's heart ached at that time~"

Wen Yan suddenly imagined that Wang Bo was standing on the podium, calling everyone's name, and asked them seriously:

—Where is Wen Yan?What do you want to do in the future?

——Wen Yan? ? ?

"Me," Wen Yan said suddenly, as if possessed by a ghost, "in the future, I want to open a bookstore, open 24 hours a day, with bookshelves on all four walls, glass ceiling, sunlight and lights when the weather is good, saving money and money. electricity!"

He Zhang and the others all gritted their teeth on Wen Yan's behalf. They all gasped and said in disgust, "Just you? Open a bookstore?"

"Are the bookshelves full of pornography?"

Wen Yan didn't realize it, and said with a very thick skin: "You guys who specialize in making money for intellectuals, you know what the hell!"

The three of them couldn't listen anymore, it was too cold outside, but after a while, He Zhang offered to go to the Internet cafe to play the night market, and prepared to pay the bill and leave.

"No--your friend who just arrived has already paid for it."

Wen Yan got up and kicked He Zhang: "You know Dad, okay? Come on, you have to pay for the night market, don't take advantage of this grandson."

They surrounded He Zhang and left, Wen Yan made a strange mistake, suddenly thought of Lu Congqi, waved to them to let them go first, and talked on the phone with Lu Congqi calmly.

Chen Fan greeted Wen Yan, who was a few steps behind them, and was scolded for not being able to see. He Zhang and Liu Duwen hurriedly pressed his head and walked away.

The teenagers fought tirelessly, scolding their mothers one after another.

Wen Yan waited for a while, and when Lu Congqi connected the phone, Wen Yan had already collected his mood, and when the phone was connected, he hurriedly said, "Guess where I am?"

Lu Congqi paused for a while, as if he hadn't expected Wen Yan's opening remarks, he stepped down and asked, "The door of my dormitory?"

The expression on Wen Yan's face, which was about to tease Lu Congqi, faded a little, and his tone became serious, as if he was afraid that Lu Congqi would be happy for nothing, so he cautiously said, "Today is He Zhang's birthday, I can't make it. "

"Well, that's fine."

"If I don't call, will you wait for me?"

The voices of He Zhang and the others fighting in front were a little louder, and it turned into a little noise, which made the alley less bleak.

Wen Yanbai was bored and kicked the pebbles under his feet, and walked with a laziness.

"Wen Yan, hurry up—"

Wen Yan lazily responded, and continued to talk about love with Lu Congqi: "Say, will you wait for me?"

Lu Congqi could hear Wen Yan's every move clearly, he couldn't figure out what Wen Yan was thinking, so he simply said truthfully: "Yes, why not?"

Wen Yan was finally satisfied, and took his actions for granted, so that his current actions no longer seemed superfluous: "I'm afraid that you waited in vain."

The corners of his proud mouth almost reached his ears, and his voice softened a little: "Go to bed early, good boy."

"Wen Yan!!!"

Wen Yan covered the receiver and said, "I won't tell you anymore, they are urging me."

Without waiting for Lu Congqi to say anything, he hung up the phone in a hurry and ran to catch up with He Zhang and the others.

Wen Yan didn't drink much, but he felt a bit of a headache when the cold wind hit him, and he rarely started to catch up on sleep when he went to the Internet cafe.

The smell of smoke and instant noodles in Internet cafes in the middle of the night is extremely strong. Wen Yan is not very sensitive when he often goes in and out of these places now, but he doesn’t know what hypocrisy he is committing at this moment, but suddenly thinks of Lu Congqi’s clear and woody aftertaste , this kind of tail tone suddenly added some more real taste and became complicated.

He lay down on the table, thinking dully.

What brand of soap is so fragrant?

But the question that has been circling in my heart for a long time, after all, is getting farther and farther away with the sound of crackling and messy keyboards.