Chapter 1

On a rare day off, Wen Yifan stayed up late to watch a horror movie.

The sense of strangeness depends on the background music and screams. There is no frightening picture in the whole process, which is as plain as boiled water. Out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost forced her eyelids to watch.

As soon as the closing subtitles appear, Wen Yifan even feels relieved. She closed her eyes and her mind was trapped in a moment. About to fall into a dream, suddenly, the door was slapped heavily.

Bang -

Wen Yifan immediately opened his eyes.

Follow the moonlight falling in through the curtain and look at the door. From the outside, you can hear clearly the muddy voice of a man when he is drunk, and the sound of his footsteps walking in another direction.

Then there was the sound of the door opening and closing.

Blocking most of the movement.

Staring at the door for a few seconds.

It was not until he was completely quiet that Wen Yifan relaxed.

She pursed her lips, and the fire came.

For the first time this week.

As soon as sleep is interrupted, it is difficult for Wen Yifan to fall asleep again. She turned over, closed her eyes again, and bored to spare some energy to recall the film.

Well.

Like a ghost movie?

It's a low-cost movie that I think can scare people.

……

In a daze, Wen Yifan's face in the movie appears in his mind.

Three seconds later.

She sprang up and turned on the lamp at the head of the bed.

Throughout the second half of the night, Wen Yifan didn't sleep very soundly. Half asleep, always feel next to a bloody face is staring at her.

It wasn't until it was light that she managed to sleep.

The next day, Wen Yifan was woken up by a phone call.

Because of staying up late and lack of sleep, her head was pricked like a needle, and her hair ached. She picked up her cell phone and pressed answer.

"I'll call you back later," he said in a low voice

“……”

Wen Yifan's eyelids moved and his brain crashed for two seconds.

Call to wake her up.

Forget it.

It's not a feature film. It's just a preview.

When she got up, she burst out: "are you saving..."

The phone has been hung up.

Fist head is like hit on the cotton, Wen Yifan opened his eyes, stuffy vent gas. After lying in bed for a while, she picked up her cell phone and looked at the present time.

It's near two in the afternoon.

Wen Yifan did not stay in bed, pulled a coat on, out of the bed.

Go into the toilet.

As Wen Yifan brushes his teeth, his mobile phone rings again. She flicked the screen and turned it on.

Zhong Siqiao said: "Damn, I just met my high school classmate. I'm so embarrassed that I haven't made up yet

"which is so easy to die," Wen Yi Fan's mouth is full of bubbles, and it's not clear. "Are you not porcelain?"

“……” Zhong Siqiao was silent for three seconds and didn't bother to argue with her, "will you come out tonight? Reporter Wen. You've been working overtime for a week. If you don't have some fun, I'm afraid you'll die suddenly. "

"Well. Where are you going? "

"Or go to your unit? I don't know if you've been there. My colleague said that there was a bar, and the boss looked like thieves -- "said Zhong Siqiao." well, why do you always have the sound of water over there? Are you doing the dishes

Wen Yifan: "wash."

Zhong Siqiao was surprised: "you just woke up?"

Wen Yifan gave a warm hum.

"It's two o'clock. Even the lunch break is over." Zhong Siqiao wondered, "what did you do last night?"

"I saw a horror movie."

"What's your name?"

"To hell when you wake up."

Zhong Siqiao obviously saw the movie and choked: "this is also a horror movie?"

"I'll go to bed after reading it." When Wen Yifan didn't hear her, he pulled a towel and dried the water bead on his face. "As a result, he suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and then he really saw the ghost like in the movie."

“……”

"I had a fight with ghosts all night."

Zhong Siqiao some speechless: "how do you suddenly talk to me about such a restricted topic?"

Wen Yifan picks eyebrows: "how to limit the level?"

"What fight will last all night?"

“……”

"Come on, don't go whoring. The elder sister takes you to whore a man Zhong Siqiao smilingly, "handsome, fresh, hot, man."

"Then I'll go whoring." Pick up the phone, Wen Yifan out of the toilet, "at least no money, free."

Zhong Siqiao: "who said to spend money, men can also be white whoring ah."

Wen Yifan: "hmm?""We can go whoring with our eyes."

“……”

After hanging up, Wen Yifan told the landlord about last night on wechat again. Immediately, she hesitated to add a sentence, after the expiration of the contract, may not renew the words.

Two months ago, she moved to Nanwu city from Yihe.

Zhong Siqiao helped to find the house. There was no big problem.

The only inconvenience is that it's a group rental. The landlord converted an 80 square meter house into three separate rooms, each with a toilet. So there is no kitchen, balcony and other facilities.

But it's better to be cheap.

Wen Yifan didn't ask much for accommodation. Besides, the traffic here is convenient and the surrounding area is busy. She also considered renting it for a long time.

Until one day, when she went out, she happened to meet the man next door.

It gradually evolved into the present situation.

Unconsciously, the sun went down, and the narrow room was covered with a layer of dark. With the lights of thousands of families lighting up one after another, the whole city is lit up in another way, and the night market is becoming more and more lively.

See time almost, Wen Yifan changed clothes, and then a simple makeup.

Zhong Siqiao kept bombing her on wechat.

After pulling the small bag on the clothes rack, Wen Yifan replied with his voice, "go out now.". She went out, looked at the opposite side, walked faster, and went down the stairs.

They made an appointment to meet at the subway station.

The place to go is the bar mentioned by Zhong Siqiao today, which is opposite to Shang'an square. Through a pass, you can see a continuous series of neon lights dotted on the signboards of each store.

It's a place that only gets busy at night.

It is a famous bar street in Nanwu City, which is called depravity street.

Because they didn't come, they searched for it for a long time and finally saw the bar in a small corner.

It's an interesting name. It's called overtime.

The signboard is extraordinarily simple. The bottom of pure black, font square neat, pure white light. In a pile of colorful neon lights, it looks like a small hair salon here.

"It's a good idea," Wen Yifan said after staring at it for a moment. "If you want to open a hair salon in the bar street and come here to catch girls, you can come here to make a look first."

Zhong Si Qiao mouth corner drew down, pull her to walk toward in: "don't talk nonsense."

Unexpectedly, it was not as cold as Wen Yifan thought.

They came early and didn't reach the peak time, but the location of the store was scattered and occupied most of the time.

There is a woman holding a guitar on the stage, singing with low eyes, and the atmosphere is lyrical and gentle. In front of the bar, the bartender dyed his hair yellow. At this time, he lost the mixing pot like juggling, relaxed and familiar.

Found a seat to sit down, Wen Yifan ordered a glass of the cheapest wine.

Zhong Siqiao looked around, a little disappointed: "the boss is not there, I don't see the handsome one."

Wen Yifan held his cheek and said carelessly: "maybe it's the bartender."

"Fart!" Zhong Siqiao obviously can't accept it, "my colleague who always soaks in degenerate street can say that the boss of this bar is a degenerate Street card."

"Maybe it's self styled."

“？”

Noting Zhong Siqiao's poor eyes, Wen Yifan sat up straight and stressed: "just, maybe."

Joe Chung snorted.

The two chatted for a while.

Zhong Siqiao mentioned the noon incident: "by the way, what I met today is the Deputy monitor of my senior one. He also went to NTU in University, and seems to have a dormitory with Sang Yan, but I haven't seen him very much. "

Hearing the name, Wen Yifan was a little surprised.

"Say, you still remember --" say, Zhong Siqiao's vision at random glance, suddenly directed to the bar, "ah, you see ten o'clock direction, isn't the" degenerate Street card "coming?"

At the same time, Wen Yifan heard a man shouting "brother Yan".

She looked along.

I don't know when to start, next to the bartender stood a man.

The light was dim in the bar. He leaned half on the edge of the table, his back to the bar, his head slightly aside, as if talking to the bartender. He was wearing a black uniform. He was tall and straight. At this time, he was slightly arched. He was also a quarter higher than the bartender next to him.

His eyes were dark and his lips were slightly cynical.

The colored turntable lamp on the top pulled over and left several marks on his face.

Wen Yifan also recognized him in this instant.

"Damn it." It's probably the same discovery that she made. Zhong Siqiao intoned and said in shock, "sister, this is sang Yan!"

“……”

"Why did he see someone when I mentioned it Do you remember him? Before you transferred, he chased you.... "

Hearing this, Wen Yifan's eyelashes trembled.Just passing by a waiter, Wen Yifan is a little uncomfortable. When he wants to interrupt, he suddenly hears a exclamation in his ear. When she looked up, she saw that the waiter seemed to have been hit by someone. The tray in her hand was slightly tilted, and the wine glass on it was tilted.

In her direction.

Wine mixed with ice, fell to her left shoulder, slide down. Today, she was wearing a loose sweater. At this time, most of her clothes were wet and the chill penetrated into them. The cold numbs the scalp.

Wen Yifan took a breath and stood up reflexively.

There's a lot of noise in the store, but it's not small.

As if frightened, the waiter turned white and apologized.

Zhong Siqiao also stood up and helped Wen Yifan take off the ice on his clothes. He frowned and said, "are you ok?"

"It's OK," Wen Yifan's voice trembled uncontrollably, but he didn't get angry. He looked at the waiter. "Don't apologize any more. Just pay attention in the future."

Then he said to Zhong Siqiao, "I'll go to the bathroom and deal with it."

With that, she raised her eyelids a little.

Accidentally bumped into a line of sight. Deep, indifferent and obscure.

Freeze for two seconds.

Wen Yifan takes back his sight and goes to the women's toilet.

Looking for a compartment, she took off her sweater, leaving only a close fitting undershirt.

Fortunately, the sweater was separated and didn't get much wet.

Wen Yifan holding a sweater went to the wash desk, with a paper towel dipped in water, barely wipe the wine on the body.

After a rough deal, she went out.

Yu Guang glimpses a man standing in the corridor. Wen Yifan subconsciously looks at him and walks.

The man leaned against the wall, bit a cigarette in his mouth, drooped his eyelids and looked idle and light. What is different from before is that his coat has been taken off and he carries it so loosely.

All I had was a black T-shirt.

It has been six years since we last met.

Not sure if he recognized himself, Wen Yifan didn't know whether to say hello. Struggling for less than a second, she lowered her eyes, pretended not to recognize it, and continued to walk out.

Dark simple decoration style, irregular stripes on marble tiles spread outward, reflecting the light. Here, you can also hear the female singer's singing, very light, with lingering and affectionate.

It's getting closer.

He was about to pass by.

At this time.

"Hello." He let out a voice as if it were nothing. It sounded lazy.

Wen Yifan stopped and was about to look over.

Unprepared, sang Yan threw his coat pocket over her hand, blocking most of her vision. Wen Yifan was stunned and immediately stretched out his hand to pull it down, which was inexplicable.

Sang Yan still did not look up, lowered his eyelashes and put out his cigarette on the garbage can next to him.

Neither of them took the initiative to speak.

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact it is only a few seconds. Sang Yan slowly raised his eyelids to her eyes. There is alienation between the eyebrows.

"Talk about it." He said.