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"Okay, why don't you go home, we'll be companions then."
Li Yan agreed, and when Lao Qin saw that it was getting dark, he opened the door and left.
When the door was half closed, Lao Qin's face appeared again.
"Don't slip away, Ang."
"do not worry."
Li Yan nodded.
The old man went outside and closed the door tightly.
After Lao Qin left, Li Yan fell on the bed and fell asleep for a while.
Grandma Deng's face smeared with chicken blood flashed through his mind, causing him to open his eyes suddenly.
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It started during the day today, and Li Yan couldn't tell what was wrong, he felt lethargic, and always had a feeling of panic.
As soon as you close your eyes, various hideous images will appear in your mind.
Is it too much pressure since entering Yanfu? Or is it the sequelae of being cut off?
Swallow thieves, smelly lungs, remove filth.
Li Yan, who couldn't sleep, sighed. Li Yan had already torn through the comic books under the bed, even the yellowed "Dragon, Tiger and Leopard" magazine that Lao Dong himself hid under the pillowcase. over and over.
He thought for a while, and turned on the Walkman instead of disturbing Tanniang.
"What's the matter? Brother?."
"Liang, it's up to you tonight, let me sing a song first, be gentle, just stop peeing and muddy."
"Okay, no problem."
Liang Ye agreed very readily.
Li Yan put the Walkman next to the pillow, resting his hands on the back of his head.
In fact, he didn't expect much from Liang Ye, it was just a boredom at night, and Li Yan even planned to get dirty again.
Liang Ye cleared his throat, and a rhythmic drum set sounded, and the sound of sand bells was accompanied by the evening wind blowing the leaves, and the moonlight was bright and clear.
Liang Ye's voice became clear at that moment:
The Fisherman still wants to continue to be the Fisherman
? And the harbor is gone, nowhere to be found
Fat city, hand him a
? Traditional methods to overcome panic
? Sell Weapons, Storms, Throats
In exchange for food~
During the long sound of the trumpet, Li Yan's uneven brows relaxed.
The singing continued, and Liang Ye, a down-and-out middle-aged man, sang a juvenile voice at this moment:
The river of hard moments reverses
fat city
Drive ~all those who refuse to sink
The crazy song is playing again
The guitar is plucked, and the tune of the electronic organ is repeated. It¡¯s like a quiet and bewildered young man whispering in his ear, with his back against the concrete pipe, beside him are beer cans, iron bridges and neon lights at night:
? Electric lights ~ go out, things change ~ stars move, mud cows enter the sea
? Darkness ~ seems like, a ~ boulder, pressing on the chest ~
One-legged~thief, millionaire~millionaire, crawling~rolling
? Darkness ~ seems like, a ~ boulder, pressing on the chest ~
The piece ends with the alternating sounds of trumpets and saxophones that reverberate endlessly.
Li Yan opened his eyes, and the words "Three Souls Beheaded" in the status bar faded a lot.
"This song is a bit mournful."
Li Yan, who was lying on the bed, tasted it, and laughed silly: "Liang Ye, you are really fucking good."
It was about twenty minutes, Li Yan looked at the clock, and it was half past eleven.
"Please rush to Dongbeiwang Farm before twelve o'clock."
"Is the Northeast prosperous?"
"Northeast is prosperous? I know it well."
Liang Ye said loudly.
Dongbeiwang, a famous music village in the 1990s, once occupied many well-known or unknown bands.
Shucun, Dongbeiwang and Xisanqi gathered together many young people who were passionate about pop music from all over the world at that time.
At the same time, there was also a lively temple fair on the top of Yandu City.
Li Yan stretched himself, full of energy.
"Walk."
Dongjiaomin Lane.
Yunhu stared at the street lamp with both eyes, as if in a daze.
"Fuck your mother, I'll sue you, you fucking killed me today, you don't kill me, you and my grandson today."
The fat man who was tied to the ground screamed fiercely. Yunhu shifted his gaze to him, still those dull eyes.
The fat man swallowed a mouthful of saliva,The back of his pants was covered in cold sweat. When he moved his ears, he heard footsteps.
A man with sharp eyes and a strong physique came from the other side of the street, with a long shadow.
"Help! Help! There is a lunatic here, killing people! Killing people"
The fat man trembled and shouted.
The man stepped back slightly, frowning.
He stared at Yunhu with extremely alert eyes, but secretly focused on the fat man who was calling for help. Thoughts turned back and forth.
Yunhu laughed:
"You don't have to think about it too much. This is not a double act, and he is not my summon or ability incarnation. As for the one who is tied up, it is your opponent. You can let go of the idea that I am a smoke bomb or something."
"My inheritance is first, not false."
The man pursed his lips and asked Xiang Yunhu: "What do you mean by bringing an ordinary person here?"
Yunhu put on knuckles for himself, and the lenses covered his eyes: "At night, things that the body touches will be brought into the boiling midnight, even if it is a living person."
"If I kill you, I have to hurry up and take him somewhere."
The man sneered: "You son of a bitch, you are crazy."
In the shadows, Yunhu showed his white chin.
"¡¡ha."
Li Yan scratched his scalp, his eyebrows trembled again and again.
He walked halfway along the map in his mind, Liang Yefei said that his way was too far, and led him to turn halfway.
"I said, do you have a score or not?"
"I remember walking in this way. Take the Yuntong No. 118 bus, and you will be there soon when you see Xisanqi."
"It's already this time, where do I take the bus?"
"That's right, it's the last train at this point, how many times have I walked?"
Li Yan glanced at the intersection, and it was really like what Liang Ye said, a bus was slowly approaching. As soon as the car sounded, the car door opened, and the driver had a cold face.
Li Yan hesitated for a while, he remembered a supernatural incident that was widely circulated in his own world, late night bus
"It's not dark yet, so there shouldn't be any trouble. Even if there is, huh."
Li Yan stepped into the car,
He grabbed the armrest, his eyes swept row after row of empty seats until the end.
The lights were dim, and in the corner of the car, near the window, the two of them were tired of being together, and their age could not be seen.
Li Yan frowned and stared at it, took a breath of air and turned around quickly
"In the car, I hate it."
"What are you afraid of? It's all over."
Lao Qin lowered his voice, his old face was as happy as a blooming chrysanthemum.
Suddenly, he suddenly looked up and saw a tall and thin person standing in the silent carriage with his back to him.
He didn't even change his clothes, how could Lao Qintou not recognize him? Hao Xuan didn't die of fright, his body froze.
The woman wanted to greet but refused, Lao Qin beside him did not move for a long time, and then opened his eyes in doubt.
It was Mr. Wang whom Li Yan met that day.
She hadn't met Li Yan a few times, but she also looked familiar at the man standing in front of him, pulling Lao Qin's clothes. A little anxiously asked:
"Old Qin, look at the person in front, is he the new one from our school"
"Ahem."
Li Yan suddenly coughed vigorously, and spoke in a pretentious manner, with a much thinner voice than usual.
"Comrade driver, let me tell you, the seat of the public ce in Yandu is too poorly made. Do you know? If you sit like this, you may get hemorrhoids after a long time."
The driver's eyes moved: "Then you have to report to the company, this matter is out of my control."
"Oh~ it really is."
Li Yan chattered for a few words and stopped talking.
"No, no, you can't hear his accent."
Lao Qin quickly comforted him.
Teacher Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and said coquettishly, "That's good, scare me."
Without squinting, Li Yan stood all the way to Dongbeiwang Village, feeling admiration for this old Qintou who is over fifty years old in his heart. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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