【Tuyan】Sword goes slant

In the winter of 2016, snow fell in Yanping.

The barbecue stalls on the street were all closed, and the weather was so cold that almost no one wanted to hang out during this heavy snowfall, let alone during the Spring Festival.

An Yan dialed the phone, glanced at the booth as he walked by, looked away, frowned, and pulled the scarf.

After several beeps on the phone, the fat man finally answered.

"An Yan? You're back?" The fat man yelled out in surprise, An Yan took away his phone and plucked his ears, showing a smile.

"Yes, not long after getting off the plane, this will be near Anli Road."

The fat man immediately said, "Do you want me to pick you up?"

An Yan shook his head. After shaking his head, he realized that the other party couldn't see him, so he said, "No need, I'll just go back by myself. It's almost Chinese New Year, so don't keep running around."

The fat man scolded with a smile: "You boy, you know that the fat man is alone, and it's still Chinese New Year, who are you spending it with, or you can make do with me?"

"It's also done."

The fat man didn't expect An Yan to agree so simply, instead he was taken aback for a moment and asked, "Where's your brother?"

"I haven't contacted for more than half a year." An Yan walked for a long time, and finally saw an empty car, and quickly reached out to call for it.

The fat man was silent, and when An Yan reported his address, the fat man said, "You don't dislike my small temple, you can come to my place. It just so happens that Lao Zhang is alone, so if you come, the three of us can join together." Eat hot pot."

An Yan smiled and said, "Success, I'll go back and clean up, and I'll be there at night."

The fat man let out a hey, and An Yan hung up the phone.

For the Chinese New Year, the taxi driver was also eager to go home. The car drove very fast. It took half an hour to arrive at the destination in ten minutes.

The driver urged him a few words, An Yan quickly took out the money, opened the door and got off the car.

The chill that hit the face made people shiver, An Yan took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes, wiped off the mist on the glasses, took a deep breath, and walked home.

Naturally, no one would be inside the door. This is the room he rented last year. Sister Bao was missing, and no one urged him to pay the rent. An Yan was happy to spend less money, entered the room and locked the door, and threw the backpack on the bed.

The room was deserted, covered with a layer of dust, An Yan opened the window and let the wind and snow blow in.

A few A4 papers on the table were instantly blown to the ground. An Yan quickly bent down to pick them up, picked them up and put them back on the spot, knocking down a cup on the side during the movement, and also revealed a photo that was pressed underneath. .

An Yan's expression froze for a moment, looking at the person in the photo, the depression and depression that had been suppressed with great difficulty came back in an instant.

In the photo, Shen Tu turned his face slightly, his eyes were coldly looking into the distance, and there was a faint curve on his lips, he didn't know whether it was a mockery or a smile.

An Yan recalled that when he just put down his phone, the other party turned his head and stared at him with icy blue eyes, which made him blushed and hurriedly tried to explain.

Unexpectedly, Shen Tu hummed suddenly, but actually laughed.

What happened next?An Yan doesn't remember clearly, too many things have happened between them, everything is ups and downs and magnificent, casually told is a thrilling thrilling story, and those ordinary daily life mixed with thrilling , On the contrary, it is like a gurgling stream, so insignificant and almost inaudible under the torrential torrent.

An Yan picked up the photo, scratched his hair, and complained in his heart.

This person had already disappeared in the morning, but every time he appeared suddenly, he didn't care about his feelings at all.

Come and go when you want, without a trace, unable to catch up, unable to catch, like a wandering ghost in his world.Sometimes An Yan even felt that he hadn't been resurrected at all, and that everything in the past year or so was just a dream of his imagination.

If this is the case, this dream is too real, so real that I don't want to wake up even if my body is covered with bruises.

An Yan let out a long sigh, pinched the bridge of his nose, and stuffed the photo back to its original place.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, and promised the fat man to go to his place at night. It's already past six o'clock, and it's time to pack up and go out to buy something.

Even if they were close friends, he was too embarrassed to leave empty-handed.

Thinking about it, An Yan opened the closet and rummaged through it, changed his clothes, carried his wallet and mobile phone, and went out to do some shopping.

After eight o'clock, the fat man heard the doorbell ring, got up to say hello, wiped the greasy hands, and opened the door happily.

"Yo! You kid, I haven't seen you for a while, and you are raised by everyone who follows Shentu..." The fat man was halfway through his teasing, seeing An Yan's exhausted and haggard face, he got stuck in one sentence, and quickly changed his words : "It's... thinner!"

An Yan smiled, entered the door, and explained while taking off his coat: "I've been on the plane for a few days, and I'm all boiled."

The fat man chuckled and exchanged glances with Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang cleared his throat, and said slowly, "An Yan, you have worked hard these days."

An Yan shook his head, then nodded again, not knowing whether to answer hard work or not, he just said: "I've narrowly escaped death, and if I survive a catastrophe, there must be good luck."

Both Lao Zhang and Fatty fell silent.

The hot pot base on the table was boiling and bubbling, and the room was soon filled with the tempting aroma of food.

An Yan's stomach growled, and he laughed: "What expression do you have? It's Chinese New Year. Eat, eat, I'm not polite!" He stretched out his chopsticks, and quickly picked up a large piece of meat in the pot.

The fat man let out a weird cry, and cursed, "You brat, that's my meat!" Before he finished speaking, the other piece was also taken away by Lao Zhang, and the fat man was so angry that he directly poured it on the two of them. Drinking a whole glass of beer, "I'll do it for the fat man, otherwise no one will want to continue eating!"

An Yan was also not polite, reached out to take the cup, and drank the whole cup with a gulp, but the fat man was dumbfounded.

"Damn it, I haven't seen you for a few days, you kid has become bold after drinking."

An Yan wiped his mouth and grinned, "Why, come fight?"

The fat man immediately said, "Come here, who is afraid of who!"

The two immediately began to drink together, and within a short time each finished half a bundle, watching Lao Zhang shaking his head again and again, while the two were drinking vigorously, he picked up all the remaining meat in the pot.

The atmosphere became lively, after half a round of drinking, the fat man had already sang "Sister, you take the bow of the boat, brother, I'll walk ashore" on the table. There was not much food left in the hot pot, and the small apartment was full of wine bottles and leftovers. The taste is extremely intoxicating.

When Lao Zhang came back with a full stomach of water, he saw An Yan holding up the wine bottle as if singing against the moon, and singing the out-of-tune Internationale with his big tongue.

That posture looked dangerous, so Lao Zhang stepped forward to give him a hand, put him back on the chair, looked at the fat man again, and said, "Come on, everyone is drunk, stop pretending."

The fat man's singing stopped abruptly, he brushed his hair, and looked back at An Yan. The young man was already drunk, his face was flushed, he was holding the wine bottle with a dull face, and he was sitting there shaking his head like a tumbler.

"Hey, tell me, what's the matter." The fat man sat back on his seat, took a sip of ice water, and it cooled down through his mouth, and most of the wine was sober.

Lao Zhang sighed, twirled his beard and said, "I know the temperament of the little uncle. I just didn't expect it to be like this."

"What's the result? This is not a result, I didn't see half of the fruit, and the person ran away, what's the result!" The fat man rolled his eyes, and his voice was a bit loud, "Look at what happened to a good young man? I don't care about the successors of Kui Dao, or the fate of Shen Tu Yu Lei, just like you pretend to be gods and play ghosts all day long, and there are a hundred sentences after you say a sentence, and people are playing around, is it interesting?"

Fatty already had a crush on An Yan, and after getting along with him several times, he regarded this young man as a brother, and of course he had to cover him up. In his opinion, Shen Tu really went too far this time.

I ran once last year and was rescued after being chased thousands of miles away. Not long ago, my old illness relapsed. If I said that my family is my business, I would leave others to play and disappear. This is not enough friends.

"That's not what you said." Old Zhang sighed again.

With a sound of "boom", the two looked, and it turned out that An Yan couldn't hold back the alcohol, so he fell directly on the table and fell asleep completely.

The fat man remembered that the last time An Yan got drunk was more than half a year ago. At that time, Shen Tu was sitting next to An Yan. It was also after half a round of drinking. Everyone drank to their heart's content. Looking at him, from time to time will help him stop the drink.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, most of the people on the wine table were reduced, leaving only the three of them.

"Some things are fate." The old man opened his mouth, sipped some beer, and said slowly, "But in my opinion, it's because of fate. I'm afraid this matter will not come to fruition easily."

The fat man rolled his eyes, "Is it okay to speak human language?"

Lao Zhang smiled mysteriously, looked at An Yan, and said: "The fate of Shen Tu Yu Lei is not that simple. My little uncle has already understood it. An Yan will also understand it slowly."

The fat man muttered, "That kid Shen Tu doesn't know where he's gone."

Hearing Shen Tu's name, An Yan, who was paralyzed into a dead fish, suddenly moved, rubbed his hairy head against the table, frowned, and cursed: "That bastard Shen Tu..."