low return

When Luo Ying arrived at the scene of the crime that Zhou Zeyao mentioned, he saw Duan Jin sitting where the delivery truck was parked, tightly clutching Zhou Zeyao's pants, and the person who was caught was looking down at the phone indifferently. A mohawk, Luo Ying recognized that he was also the person who ate hot pot with him back then, trying to break Duan Jin's fingers apart.

Zhou Zeyao heard his footsteps, raised his head to say hello, and put his phone back in his pocket.

Duan Jin squinted his eyes and looked at Luo Ying for a long while, but didn't recognize him. He looked very displeased: "I said before, there are surrogate drivers without me, and there are surrogate drivers without me. Every surrogate driver who has seen me drinking, I'd throw them in the Mariana Trench."

"But he has seen it now." Zhou Zeyao reminded him.

"He didn't touch the car, so he doesn't count as a substitute driver." Duan Jin said seriously.

Logical genius.

Luo Ying felt that she had stepped into the sea with one foot.

"Do you know where the Mariana Trench is?" Zhou Zeyao asked.

Duan Jin was silent for a while, then asked cautiously: "Austria?"

Luo Ying felt her feet retracted from the sea again.

"Where did you hear about this place?" Zhou Zeyao smiled.

"There used to be a beast photographer who took a third-rate advertisement for me. After the shoot, he said to me with a gratified face that the other people he photographed were too difficult to communicate with. They all had low IQs. Only I was different. I am Mariana Trench," Duan Jin said blankly, "I didn't know until a day later that this grandson was scolding me."

Duan Jin finally let go of his hand after saying this, and stroked his hair.

"Brother Hai, this is not a substitute driver," Zhou Zeyao knelt down and said to him, "Get up."

Duan Jin didn't move. After thinking for a long time, he said, "No, it should be in Turkey."

Zhou Zeyao shrugged, ignored his words, stood up and walked to the garage: "Brother Ying, let's go."

After arriving at the garage, Luo Ying looked at the Cayenne in front of him, feeling a little flustered, and said, "I don't drive much."

Brother Yang asked him to take the test, saying that it would be useful in the future, but in fact Luo Ying hadn't given it much.

"It doesn't matter," Zhou Zeyao handed him the car keys without looking up, "Scrape the car on the road as you like, just don't fall into the trench."

"Why can't I find a replacement driver?" Luo Ying asked.

"Duan Jin used to be eloquent in the car, talking about everything, and the driver posted it on the Internet," Zhou Zeyao sighed, "Since then, he has had a psychological shadow, and he will feel guilty when he sees the driver."

Zhou Zeyao sat in the co-pilot, leaned back on the chair as soon as he got in the car, closed his eyes and said nothing.When Luo Ying saw him, he smelled heavily of alcohol, and he must have drunk a lot, but he was much more normal than the last time we met.Although his state made Luo Ying feel a lot more relaxed, but Luo Ying still missed the willful attitude of being unexpected at that time.

As expected, Duan Jin talked a lot, eloquently, covering a wide range of topics, from the sky to the Mariana Trench.From the words and scale of his remarks, Luo Ying probably understood why his personal conversations were also posted on the Internet, and why a surrogate driver would participate in events that he should not be interested in. Luo Ying felt that Duan Jin He is very talented in storytelling, and the stories that can be summed up in a few sentences are vividly told by him.

It's a pity that there is no room for his talent to be used at this time. Luo Ying was driving the car nervously, Zhou Zeyao fell asleep, and Mo Xigan turned his head and looked out the window, his face ashen.But Duan Jin did not die because no one was watching. Instead, he was getting better because no one was disturbing him. He would even nod after hearing the navigation reminder "Turn left 100 meters ahead": "I see, you continue to listen I said......"

Duan Jin lived in a townhouse area along the shoreline of the lake. Looking at this low-density community surrounded by mountains and rivers, Luo Ying thought of Yu Mingming's small broken building without an elevator, and clicked his tongue inwardly.

After driving into the community, Luo Ying asked, "Where is the garage?"

Duan Jin said: "Go to the right, there is a road there..."

"Why do you need to go to the garage?" Zhou Zeyao suddenly opened his eyes. "This seems to be my car. It has to be driven back to my house."

"Huh?" Duan Jin was stunned, "Isn't this your community?"

No one responded to him.

I'm not a substitute driver, but a driver, Luo Ying murmured in her heart, and honestly listened to Zhou Zeyao's instructions and drove the car to Duan Jinlou.He also abided by the professional ethics of a driver. When Moxigan first dragged Duan Jinlian to the house, he got out of the car and helped them carry things.But Zhou Zeyao always maintained a reclining posture, closed his eyes contentedly, and never said a single false polite word.

But Luo Ying immediately paid the price for his hard work. Mo Xigan dragged Duan Jin up the five stairs with great difficulty, and when one stepped on the air, the two of them rolled down together, hitting Luo Ying hard, Luo Ying fell to the ground in unbearable pain, besides the dull pain at the moment of landing, there was also a stinging pain from someone scratching his back.

Luo Ying endured the pain, thinking of how many similar pains those surrogate drivers or driver masters have suffered, and sighed in his heart, making money is really not easy.

I haven't made any money yet.

Moxigan followed Duan Jin into the house, Luo Ying returned to the car alone, Zhou Zeyao was still in the same posture, but kept looking at him, Luo Ying pretended not to see his gaze, and put on his seat belt calmly.

"Did you fall?" Zhou Zeyao asked.

Luo Ying stared at him a little surprised.

Zhou Zeyao suddenly reached out and brushed the skin near his mandible, his fingertips were rough and warm, and explained: "I heard the sound, and you have some dust stuck here."

Because of this movement, Luo Ying became dull for a moment.He suddenly found that the current Zhou Zeyao had changed back to the arbitrary posture he had last time.

"This is not the first time. You didn't get off the car without seeing me? You got off too fast just now, and I couldn't stop you." He continued.

"I fell." Luo Ying nodded, "I just got a scratch on my back, it's nothing."

After saying this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.According to Zhou Zeyao's current state, Luo Ying was afraid that he would say "let me see" suddenly.

But Zhou Zeyao didn't. After hearing this sentence, he simply said "ah", then entered an address in the navigation, and closed his eyes again.

The Cayenne where there were only two people left was completely silent, and even the sound of breathing became extremely clear.Luo Ying heard the regular inhalation of the person next to him, and wondered if he was asleep or not.

Luo Ying followed the navigation and drove northward, entering a well-known villa area.The urban planning here is obviously different from other areas. Even the street lights are designed more delicately and cumbersomely, and the greening is also very meticulous. With a small slit in the car window, Luo Ying can even smell the faint fragrance.

Luo Ying saw the address that Zhou Zeyao lost, and he had heard about the name of that community. When the market opened, the price of Yiqi Juechen sparked public discussions.

Luo Ying was a little touched, he had always been very serious about the gap between him and Zhou Zeyao, and the Mariana Trench was between them in the background.From the people around him discussing Zhou Zeyao back then, to the car he drives now, and where they are going, many things have deepened his impression of this gap.

Sometimes Luo Ying felt a little regretful. If Zhou Zeyao hadn't been such a chosen child, maybe he would have had fewer scruples and dared to do a lot more things; but sometimes Luo Ying was very lucky, precisely because he was like this People, so Luo Ying doesn't have to blame himself for his silence and passivity. After all, even if he dares to speak and act, there is still a gap between them.

So Zhou Zeyao yelled Brother Ying one by one in front of his provocative posture, and Luo Ying also understood that this was just a drunken posture of a person like him, because everyone would cooperate with him, and he never tired of it, although this It had a great impact on people like Luo Ying who were not of this class.

Just like now, Zhou Zeyao stretched his upper body in front of Luo Ying to confirm his identity to the security guards in the community.Luo Ying looked at the neck in front of him, and smelled the botanical fragrance of the shower gel through the smell of alcohol, silently thinking, how many people have sat in their seats and stared at this scene, and have the same urge to bow their heads and kiss like himself?

Maybe they kissed without hesitation, Luo Ying thought, but she couldn't.

The private garage has a wide parking space, but Luo Ying, who doesn't often touch the steering wheel, still fell into it after two or three times.

Zhou Zeyao didn't laugh at his unfamiliar driving skills, but when he stopped and unfastened his seat belt, he reached out to help him put the gear in gear, released the handbrake, then got out of the car and walked to the elevator, waiting for him quietly.Skillful movements, casual gestures.

Luo Ying was still immersed in her own thoughts.

He should have waited for many people here, or many people had waited for him.

It wasn't until Zhou Zeyao pressed the top floor in the elevator without saying a word that Luo Ying woke up like a dream. He may have habitually brought people home, but he doesn't seem to be in this situation now.

Luo Ying hadn't realized how she was going to speak, the elevator had already arrived, Zhou Zeyao went straight out of the elevator and opened the door.When Luo Ying followed to the door, he handed him a pair of slippers and said, "Let's sit down first." Then he entered the bedroom without waiting for him to say anything.

Luo Ying sat on the sofa and looked at the whole room. The decoration is simple, the living room is large and deserted, Zhou Zeyao should live alone, and there is nothing on the coffee table or cabinet.

Luo Ying took off his coat on a whim, and leaned on the sofa, which seemed to be the case for a person who is usually brought back, but he jumped up after only two seconds.

Fuck, my back really hurts, why didn't I feel it just now.

Luo Ying stretched out his hand to touch the scratched area, the skin was a bit torn, and he had to buy alcohol to disinfect it on the way back.

What is Zhou Zeyao doing in there?

He must not be so drunk that he can't recognize people clearly, Luo Ying thought in his heart, and the scene of Zhou Zeyao taking out a bundle of cash and throwing it in front of him and saying, "This is your driver's fee" suddenly appeared in his mind.

Luo Ying is happy, he will definitely take it and leave.

Zhou Zeyao came out not long after. He changed into a suit of clothes. Luo Ying stared intently at his hands. Unfortunately, he didn't see any cash, only a small medicine box.

"Abrasion?" he asked.

Luo Ying didn't expect this, and nodded in a daze.

Zhou Zeyao lowered his head and flipped through the medicine box: "Fill out the clothes."

Luo Ying stretched out his hand in a daze, and when he touched the bottom edge of his clothes, he suddenly retracted it as if he was electrocuted.

His tattoos.

Although he didn't know if Zhou Zeyao remembered or not, he always felt a little uncomfortable.

"No need. I'll go back and get it myself." Luo Ying said.

Zhou Zeyao didn't listen to it, and continued with his hands.

"No need." Luo Ying repeated.

Zhou Zeyao still ignored him, holding a medicinal cotton swab in one hand and a bottle of iodine in the other, he raised his head and said to him word by word: "Clothes, Brother Ying."