Don’t Be a Kept Man

After finishing the transcript from the police station, it was late at night. The cold wind swished into his neck. Yan Yu couldn't help tightening his collar. He walked to the bus stop next to the road, waiting for the bus, and took it out of his pocket. With the smoke and the lighter, two clusters of dim flames lit up suddenly in his eyes, making the man's pale to somewhat sickly handsome face a little more evil.

There was a rapid heel sound behind him, and gradually approached. Before Yan Yu could smoke the cigarette between his fingertips, he was knocked off by someone, and then a loud slap in the face was hit.

With a crisp "pop", Yan Yu was so powerful that Yan Yu turned her face away, and the passers-by who passed by also looked to this side frequently. Seeing that the beating was a long-haired woman, she thought it was a couple making trouble.

"Yan Yu! You a dog-like thing! Are you a human being!"

Tang Ying was crying with blue veins on her forehead, her eyes were red, and she grabbed Yan Yu’s collar tightly, and asked hoarsely: "You played Xun Chuan as a fool from start to finish. You cheated his money and deceived your feelings. Seeing that he is useless and kicking aside, is your conscience eaten by the dog? You don’t like him and still play with him, so cold weather, trick him into waiting for you all night in the snow, if it wasn’t for you...or for you ..."

Tang Ying couldn't say anymore, arched and slid down a little bit, and couldn't help but loosen the hand that was holding Yan Yu, squatting on the ground and crying.

Five days ago, the local police in City X found an unnamed male corpse at the entrance of a street. The time of death is estimated to be more than three days. He was killed with several stabs and his pipe was cut. Because of the cold weather and remote location, it took only a few days after his death. It was discovered that the murderer has now been arrested and brought to justice. He was preliminarily judged to have a mild mental illness and the motive for the crime was to rob money.

Yan Yu stamped out the cigarette **** that fell on the ground, and looked at Tang Ying condescendingly: "I said I wouldn't go, he has to wait."

Tang Ying stood up directly from the ground when she heard the words, trembling with anger and cursing: "Why do you want to send text messages to let him wait for you if you don't go?! Yan Yu, you are a scumbag! I **** **** you!"

Yan Yu frowned slightly when he heard the first half of the sentence, and then smiled again: "Want to **** my mother? Go ahead."

The bus just arrived. Tang Ying hadn’t reacted when he heard the words. Yan Yu got on the bus directly. He found a place by the window and sat down. The weather was cold and a thin layer of mist was condensed on the glass. Yan Yu’s fingertips With a touch, the police station quickly disappeared from the field of vision.

Yan Yu is synonymous with a scumbag. He doesn't do his job properly and is idle. When he was a child, his father died early, and his mother left him and remarried. Before the age of twelve, he lived with his grandfather who was a scumbag in the country, and he didn't study.

One year, the woman came back.

Mother Yan: Ayu, are you literate?

Yan Yu: I can draw symbols.

Yan Mu: Can you recite poems?

Yan Yu: Know fortune-telling, do you count, five yuan per hexagram, don’t need money if you don’t work.

Then the woman left and never appeared again.

My grandfather found out in conscience that Yan Yu didn’t let Yan Yu learn those magic stick skills anymore. He took out the coffin at the bottom of the box and wanted to send him to school. Unfortunately, he was already crooked and he couldn’t pull it back. Gay.

Yan Yu is not very good in other aspects. There are a lot of peach blossoms. Xun Chuan, a rich young master, is one of them. He has a clear eye above the top, arrogant and cold. However, in front of Yan Yu, he is willing to go down and be a kid and ask for money. Give money, give what you want, just like Tang Ying said, being played around like a fool.

Everyone was jealous with envy. Although Xun Chuan had a bad temper, his face and figure were all first-class, and he was so rich, so Yan Yu did not lose.

The bus was swaying, a wave of people came up, and another wave went down, the door opening and closing room was filled with cold wind, the agitated people's scalp numb, but Yan Yu didn't feel anything, closed his eyes and fell asleep. , The girl sitting opposite looked at him boldly, her cheeks blushing.

The last time Yan Yu saw Xunchuan, the two were breaking up...

He never took the initiative to look for Xun Chuan, but when he found it, he must be out of money. Forgetting the first appointment at the hotel, his clothes were scattered all over the floor. Xun Chuan turned pale and wobbled off the bed. , Dressed in clothes ready to go to the bathroom to rinse.

Yan Yu lit a cigarette on the bed, looked at his thin back, and then exhaled a puff of smoke: "I have no money, borrow 20,000 yuan."

Xun Chuan paused when he heard the words, turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly. Under the light, his facial features were distinct, sharp and beautiful, seemingly sarcasm: "Hey, I should have guessed it, why would you come to me if you have nothing to do. "

Yan Yu doesn't matter: "If you don't borrow, you will break up. Don't waste my time."

Xun Chuan didn't say anything. He took the clothes and went into the bathroom. After a while, he opened the door with a click, and suddenly rushed towards Yan Yu, picked up the pillow and swiped on him: "You're a **** scum!"

Yan Yu didn't fight back and let him hit. Xun Chuan hit him twice, but he didn't move again. His chest was undulating, and his eyes were black and white, staring at him.

Yan Yu didn't speak when he saw him, got up and put on his clothes, and put on a sentence: "I'm too lazy to pretend. If I don't have money, I'll divide it."

He walked out of the room and heard the movement of something falling behind him. He was not surprised. Although Xun Chuan lowered his body in front of him, he was still a rich young master in nature, with a bad temper.

The two people seem to be in such a quarrel. They haven’t been in touch for a few days. It’s normal to separate, separate and recombine. It is always Xun Chuan to lower his head and reconcile first. This time is no exception, but Yan Yu seemed impatient and lied about himself. Back home.

X City’s economy is underdeveloped, and it is in a remote area. No one thought that he believed it to be true and actually ran to find Yan Yu.

That night, Xun Chuan made many phone calls to Yan Yu. He was stubborn and flustered. He seemed to be avoiding something terrible, like a drowning man, clutching the last straw: "Yan Yu, Yan Yu, You come out, you see me, I will never lose my temper with you anymore, I will wait for you at the station, I will wait for you, will you come over?"

It was snowing that night, and everyone was reunited at home for the New Year. Xun Chuan didn’t know why he ran away from home and went to city X with his luggage. Yan Yu was drunk in the bar with his friends and friends. He got on the phone and was accustomed to it. No lungs: "I won't go, go home by yourself."

Xun Chuan's voice trembled with the cold: "Yan Yu, I'll wait for you here, come here, I won't break up with you, I'll wait for you, I'll wait for you, I have very important things to tell you... "

Yan Yu couldn't help but froze for a moment when he spoke in such a low voice for the first time.

There was someone nearby who was drunk and messing around. He ran into Yan Yu. He shook his hand and the phone hung up. He was splashed with alcohol and hit his bald man, laughing and joking: "Don't you like money? Why do you break up? , What a good trick, don’t fish for nothing, don’t fish."

Yan Yu said, "I'm fishing for your mother."

After speaking, I got up and went to the bathroom. The phone was quietly placed on the table, fluorescent, and the screen was not turned off. Another call came and the bell rang, and then a tiger-mouth snake reached out and took the phone.

On that day, Xun Chuan died. He waited for Yan Yu at the station all night, only to meet the robber. The murderer dragged his body into the alley and lay in the cold snow for a few days before being discovered.

The reminder of the bus arrival sounded, Yan Yu suddenly opened his eyes, he got up and got off the bus, with a cold wind blowing from the corner of his clothes.

Under the dark and ambiguous lights of the nightclub, a group of men and women wriggling their bodies on the dance floor. Accompanied by the deafening rock music, their movements became more and more crazy, venting their dissatisfaction and depression in the day.

Yan Yu walked into one of the boxes and just opened the door, when someone saw him stand up and greeted him: "Oh, you won't really be able to pinch it, knowing that we have a wine bureau specially rushed over today."

Yan Yu glanced over everyone, then found a place to sit down, and said lightly: "Oh, I just came out of the police station."

As soon as he said this, there was a moment of silence around him. After a while, someone asked suspiciously: "...what have you done?"

Yan Yu patted his trouser pocket: "The money in my phone is gone. Which one of you has moved my phone for a thousand dollars?"

Everyone laughed and said, "You don't know the payment password when you moved your phone. Dongzi must have owed it again. He moved your phone when you went to the bathroom last time."

As they said, they pushed a bald man with tattooed arms out: "Hurry up and say, do you have any money for Yan Yu? The meeting is divided into half."

Yan Yu just laughed, not talking.

The bald man called Dongzi laughed and said: "Hey, who touched you for money, your phone has no money at all. That kaizi keeps calling you and saying wait for you, I will tease him. I sent a text message in the past to let him wait, puff ha ha ha ha he won't really wait for you in the snow—"

Before he finished his words, there was a muffled sound on his head, and then something warm ticked down, and the laughter could not help but stopped abruptly. Dongzi reached out and wiped his hand in a daze. .

Yan Yu threw away the broken wine bottle in his hand, took another one from the table, and looked at him calmly: "Who told you to use my phone."

His actions caused everyone to stop their movements and looked over with amazement, but no one came forward to persuade them, all watching the excitement.

Yan Yu was clearly laughing, but Dongzi was a little frightened: "Why...what's wrong, aren't you breaking up? I was making a joke...just kidding..."

Yan Yu smashed a bottle of wine again.

"I'm breaking up, but not yet,"

Glass dross mixed with wine splashing around his feet.

"He is still Lao Tzu's object for a day, I can play it, you can't play it, fuck, you dare to play Lao Tzu's object, don't you want to live?!"

Yan Yu got up like a mad dog. Dongzi gritted his teeth and rushed to fight back. Yan Yu kicked him back directly. The others were afraid that he would admit his life. Only then did he step forward and grab him with all his might. No, I quickly slipped away.

One of them persuaded: "Oh, he's a bitch, forget it, don't be angry."

Yan Yu broke away from their pull, and suddenly smiled, "What am I angry with?"

Then he said: "Just kidding him."

After he finished speaking, he took out two tissues, wiped the sticky blood stains on his hands, and left straight away. Everyone expected that Dongzi had already run away, so he didn't stop.

Before going far in winter, the pedestrians on the street were still wearing thick clothes. Yan Yu followed the route and went home as usual. However, as soon as he walked to the corridor, he heard the landlord's aunt knocking on the door.

Yan Yu took a look along the gap in the railing and found that it was his house door that was knocking on him, and he turned around and left. He was so confused that he almost forgot that it was the end of the month and that it was time to pay the rent.

Yan Yu couldn't study well, his grades were bad, and he knew nothing. The only thing he was good at was to pretend to be fortune-telling, but this craft seemed to have a future only when he returned to the countryside.

He used to be raised by Xunchuan, but now that Xunchuan is dead, he has no one to raise.

I have to find a new meal ticket tomorrow.

Yan Yu wandered outside until early in the morning before returning. He simply took a shower, but he didn't feel sleepy while lying on the bed. He didn't know what was upsetting in his heart. After thinking about it for a long time, it might be because of poverty.

The residential buildings here are very old, but the rent is cheap. The only drawback is that the sound insulation is too poor. Every time someone goes upstairs, you can hear the footsteps clearly, but it is usually very quiet in the early morning. Yan Yu turned off the lights. The room fell into darkness in an instant, only the curtain by the window was still swinging quietly.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

When the residents of the whole building fell asleep, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, like a dying person, dragged and heavy, and through a door, the sound could be heard getting closer.

Yan Yu slept slowly and woke up directly. He closed his eyes and waited as usual for the other party's movement to cease.

"Hi...his...his..."

After listening quietly for a while, Yan Yu realized that the footsteps were also accompanied by the sound of clothing rubbing the ground. The sound was very regular, making two beeps, and then there was a sound of heavy objects grinding the ground, as if the person was not walking up. Yes……

Climbed up a little bit.

"hiss……"

The sound of the cloth rubbing slightly rang again. This time it was very clear. Yan Yu could feel that the person had walked outside his house. He waited for the other person to go upstairs so that he could continue to sleep, but waited. After a long time, nothing happened.

The man seemed to stop outside the door.

There was a night breeze in the evening, and there was a whining sound from the windows, as if someone was crying in a low voice. There was a piece of clothing hanging on the clothes rail. Because of the strong wind, the hanger kept hitting the glass window desperately. The voice was hurried, as if he was willing to smash the glass.

It can't be broken, and there is no money to pay for it.

Yan Yu cursed a **** in a low voice, had to get up and turn on the light, walked to the window and took the clothes back, strangely speaking, when he opened the window, the wind stopped strangely and quietly outside, there was nothing in it. The frantic and impatient movement just now.

The night sky was very dark and there were no stars. Yan Yu raised his eyes and accidentally noticed that there was a light on the floor of the building opposite, as if it were in the corridor. He was about to withdraw his sight, but saw someone standing behind the corridor window. .

It was far away, unable to see his face clearly, only a vague outline of a black shadow could be seen.

The dark shadow seemed to spot Yan Yu's gaze and hooked him away.

It was a hook, not a wave, and the man let him pass.

Yan Yu didn't respond, and was about to close the window. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a strong force suddenly came from his waist, as if being pushed hard by someone, half of his body leaned out of the window.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck—!"

This is the **** seventh floor. Yan Yu was scared in a cold sweat. He leaned forward and couldn’t stand up straight because of inertia. His hands were waving wildly in the air. There seemed to be a force pressing on his back, but I don’t know why. He hadn't fallen yet, so he could only catch the blind and collapse and maintain that posture in mid-air.

At this moment, the dark shadow on the opposite side hooked him again, looking very eager to let Yan Yu pass.

Yan Yupan became a dog: "I'm **** afraid of heights!"

His hands thumping more and more, he grabbed the window frame in a daze, reacted and immediately pulled his body back with his strength, and then closed the window with a bang.

Frightened, Yan Yu walked for two steps to leave the window, finally unable to hold it, his legs weakened and he collapsed to the ground.

He lay on the ground feebly, sweat dripping down, his calves began to spasm because of excessive tension, Yan Yu hugged his leg and shrank sideways into a ball, glanced at him, just facing the crack of the door——

I don't know when there was a puddle of blood, bright red and glaring, and it was gradually flowing and spreading to his side. During the period, there was a short breath of breath, hoarse and broken, as if someone had choked his throat.

"I……"

"Waiting for you..."

"……I wait……"

"Wait...you..."

Accompanied by the broken breath, these three words back and forth, over and over again.

Yan Yu saw the blood flowing to his hand, but he couldn't move. The screams had already reached his throat, but he couldn't scream anyhow. He could only stare wide and watch the blood drip from his fingertips. Wrap yourself.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Yan Yumeng bounced off the bed and sat up. The moment he opened his eyes, he was stabbed by the sunlight outside the window. He was stunned for a moment, then touched his body and looked out the window, only to see the money on the clothes pole. A piece of clothing hung up nicely, white and translucent under the sunlight.

It turned out to be a dream...

Yan Yu gasped for breath. He was light-hearted, and he was weak when he was born, and he was prone to attract ghosts. It might have been a cloudy day last night, and he was nightmare.

Xun Chuan's case has been solved, and the cousin Tang Ying handled all the fuss. The so-called parents only showed up slightly when the police collected evidence, and then never showed up again.

The past few days have been gloomy, dark clouds, and people are flustered. Tang Ying went to the police station to retrieve Xunchuan’s belongings. She was very tired. She drove the car and waited for the traffic lights, looking at the coffee on the roadside. When he was in the museum, he couldn't help but condensed slightly.

"I usually like to read, and sometimes I spend a whole day in the library, and my friends say I am too bored..."

A young man sitting opposite Yan Yu was introducing himself endlessly. The coffee on the table was still steaming, and the flowers in the bottle were still carrying dew. Yan Yu yawned. Just about to say something, a shadow suddenly fell over his head.

Looking up, it turned out to be Tang Ying.

Yan Yu didn't care that she slapped herself yesterday, and said hello: "What a coincidence, where did she come from?"

Tang Ying sneered: "I just came out of the funeral home, why, do you want to go around."

Yan Yu raised his eyebrows and stopped talking.

Tang Ying glanced at the young man opposite him: "Friend?"

Yan Yu said: "Blind date, can't you tell."

If it weren't for the occasion, Tang Ying would slap her over with a slap. She gritted her teeth and asked Yan Yu with a pale face, "How long has Xun Chuan been dead? Can't you wait?"

Yan Yu thought he could wait, but couldn't wait for the rent.

Seeing his appearance like a hob, Tang Ying suddenly took a deep breath and held back her tears: "I just ran into it today. Xunchuan has something for you. If you want to, come and ask me for it. No."

After speaking, it seemed that he never wanted to look at these two male dogs again, and walked away like wind on high heels.

Yan Yu seemed to be in a trance. The man on the other side coughed hard and finally caught his attention.

Yan Yu recovered: "What's the matter?"

The man shook his head slightly: "It's nothing, I just have a cold."

Yan Yu: "Do you want me to help you contact the funeral home?"

The man was stunned: "...?!!!"

Yan Yu reacted and slapped his mouth immediately, and changed his words: "Ah no, I mean, you can see a doctor if you need it."

The man's expression improved when he heard the words. The two chatted for a few more words. He took out one hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it to Yan Yu: "Excuse me, I've been financially nervous recently, although the money is not very useful. , But it's also a part of my heart."

Yan Yu smiled: "I understand, you only came back from a trip abroad last month. You must have spent almost the money, I understand."

The man's face became stiff.

Yan Yu didn't dislike it at all. No matter how small the mosquito's legs were, it was fleshy. However, when he reached out and took the money, a tingling sensation of electric current suddenly spread throughout his body, and then an electronic mechanical sound rang in his mind.

【Ding! 】

[Hello host, this operation violates the system rules, the first warning, the second serious warning, the third time will deduct the life value, everyone's life is hard-won, please cherish it. 】

[The interstellar self-reliance system has been activated, and our aim is to be self-reliant, and reject soft food. Dear, the fruit that is exchanged with your own labor and hands is the sweetest, let us harden it! ! ! 】

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