Don’t Be a Kept Man

When Xun Chuan was alive, he never knew that Yan Yu would catch ghosts. This person lived in drunkenness and dreams every day, fighting, drinking, and smoking. He did what the local bullies did, and he did what the local bullies didn't do.

Many people think that Xun Chuan is blind, and what does Yan Yu like about him?

Is there anything he likes...

There was a soft click from the door lock, Xun Chuan followed and found that Yan Yu was wearing a shirt jacket over his shoulder, and was tying his shoelaces, looking like he was about to go out.

Xun Chuan breathed out expressionlessly, and the tied knots scattered instantly, Yan Yu raised his head and glanced at him, bent over and tied it again, not annoyed or angry, and with a good temper, Xun Chuan floated over. Without a smile: "It's not like you."

Yan Yu asked, "How about you like me?"

His ring finger and **** were together, and suddenly raised his hand to freeze Xun Chuan's soul body. With a flick of his fingertips, Xun Chuan's top button snapped a few, revealing a little too pale skin, lined with black clothes, weird and strange Showy.

Xun Chuan looked at him coldly, and the buttons quietly returned to their original state.

Yan Yu acted as a rogue, lit a cigarette, and stared at him: "Is this like me?"

Xun Chuan did not mention: "What are you going out for?"

Yan Yu backed her bag and closed the door with her backhand: "Go out to prostitute."

Xun Chuan passed through the door, knowing that he was going to do what Su Yu explained.

The older generation of rural people still have a patriarchal concept. Su Yu has a younger brother in his family, so he has not been treated since he was a child. When the police notified his family to recognize the corpse, the cause of death would inevitably be concealed. Su's father felt shameless. Not wanting to take the relics, she threw away Su's mother and drove back to her hometown alone.

The flyover where Yan Yu usually sets up his stall is next to the train station. He originally meant to look around, but he couldn't send the money back to Su Yu's hometown, but he didn't realize that he really found Su's mother.

The weather has warmed up recently. From noon until noon, the blazing sun is full of migrant workers sitting on the ground around the gate of the train station. Mother Su is carrying a bag, sitting in a remote corner, and chewing on two steamed buns in her hand. .

Standing under the sun, Xun Chuan's soul appeared from time to time, and he seemed extremely uncomfortable. A faint smoke appeared from his body. He couldn't help but curl his eyebrows severely, raising his hand to block the sunlight shining on his face.

Even if the high-level ghosts are not afraid of the sun, they are not so powerful that they can walk without fear when the sun is at their peak.

Yan Yu looked at him quietly and found that the small half of Xun Chuan's face already showed the appearance of a skeleton, hideous and terrifying, but he didn't notice it, and followed Yan Yu without being able to leave.

The real ghost is here to stay.

Seeing Yan Yu staring at him, Xun Chuan seemed to perceive something. He narrowed his eyes, and violently raised his hand to cover the right half of his face, and said gloomily: "Don't you want your eyes? What's so nice?!"

It's really nothing good.

Yan Yu retracted his gaze, walked down the bridge, and drew a pure black umbrella from his bag, and stretched it in the air to cut off the dazzling sunlight above his head. Xun Chuan hesitated for a moment, floated beside him, and walked side by side with him. .

There are also many pedestrians on the street holding umbrellas for sunshade, but most of them are women. There are not many men like Yan Yu. He crossed the traffic and walked to Su's mother, and then leaned down.

Su's mother obviously recognized him, and she took a moment to eat the steamed buns. She was about to get up from the ground, but she was held down by Yan Yu's shoulder, and then she was stuffed with a thick pile of money in her hand.

Su's mother widened her eyes in surprise: "Young man, you..."

"I borrowed some money from Xiaosu before and forgot to pay it back. The same goes for you. There are many people in the train station, so remember to hide it."

Yan Yu's action of plugging the money was very hidden, and no one saw it. Su Mu believed that it was true, and hurriedly stuffed the money into her close-fitting jacket pocket, trying to thank him, but the person who raised her head disappeared.

Yan Yu returned to the overpass where he had set up a stall, spread the bright yellow gossip picture on the ground, set up a small bench, stretched out his long legs, and started waiting for business with his back against the railing. A black umbrella leaned on his shoulder, inexplicably It means something leisurely.

Xun Chuan was under the umbrella, avoiding direct sunlight. In fact, his face was not as scary as before, but he still refused to take his hand off. He was sulking for no reason, and he didn't say a word to Yan Yu.

There was also a fortune-telling booth opposite, the same old man who was wearing an old leather jacket with his hands in his sleeves. His eyes were muddy and there was a big mole on his chin. The business was much better than Yan Yu.

Xun Chuan didn't change his venomous tongue, and said with a sneer and irony: "It's not easy to rely on fortune-telling to feed yourself so old."

After speaking, he looked at Yan Yu: "You are different, you can starve yourself to death by fortune telling."

"..."

Yan Yu knew that he had nothing to say, and Wen Yan habitually raised his head and glanced at the old man, but he ran into the opponent's line of sight and couldn't help but squinted.

With a cigarette in his hand, the old man showed a crooked yellow tooth, wrinkled, and his muddy eyes kept looking at Yan Yu's side...No, to be precise, looking at the position beside Yan Yu.

Yan Yu was empty and there was only one ghost.

Xun Chuan was stared at by the old man unhappily, as if being seen through, turned to Yan Yu, his pale and slender fingertips also had a cigarette between them, exquisitely like works of art, and the curling smoke made him handsome. There is a sense of oppression on his face, which is completely different from that of the opposite.

Xun Chuan looked at the old man, then at Yan Yu, and finally spoke: "Will you be as ugly as him when you were old?"

Yan Yu raised his eyes to look at him, his fingertips burned out the last spark, flicked the soot and said: "It doesn't matter whether it is ugly or not, you can't see it anyway."

Xun Chuan thought that he was talking about reincarnation, and a sneer evoked at the corner of his mouth, and he was silent, but no one knew what he was thinking.

The red sun slanted, and it was the afternoon in a blink of an eye. Yan Yu finally waited for a business, and he was still a former customer.

"Oh, hello, master, you are too smart. You said that there was a funeral in my house. I didn't believe it. But when I got home at night, I got a call. The relatives in the country said that my grandma passed away. It's amazing!"

A yellow-haired man took Yan Yu's hand and talked about him, completely treating him as a living god. Xun Chuan's piercing eyes popped out a ray of resentment and directly knocked out his hand.

"Ouch!"

Huang Maonan only felt a tingling in his hand, and he retracted subconsciously, Yan Yu gave Xun Chuan a glance, and the latter gave a provocative sneer.

Yan Yu said, "It might be static electricity."

Huang Maonan didn’t care, and turned to Yan Yu to talk about another thing: "Master, I am looking for you but I have something important to ask you. I gambled with someone a few days ago and lost a lot of money. The car and the house are all sold, and the stinky lady is crying at home every day. You are so good at calculating the lottery numbers for the next draw. The first prize is 10 million. How about I divide you half?!"

Yan Yu and Xun Chuan scolded a fool in their hearts.

The yellow-haired man's brain is lacking in his brain. Yan Yu discovered it during his fortune-telling last time. He turned the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "I figured out that I can get more than 10 million by myself, why should I tell you?"

Without waiting for Huang Maonan's response, he squinted his eyes and said: "I can **** figure out the lottery number, can I still use it to set up a stall here?!"

Yan Yu's angry and cold face was extremely bluffing, facing his stern gaze, the yellow-haired man did not dare to say a word, scratching his head blankly and walked away. At this time, Xun Chuan could clearly see that there was a human figure on his back. The ghost image, hiding in the shadow of the yellow-haired man, biting his hair desperately sucking his essence.

Yan Yu followed and said casually, "I will become mentally retarded in a few days."

The traffic was rolling under the overpass. A black luxury car accidentally scratched a young girl because it was too fast. The girl was angrily stopped the car and wanted an explanation. As a result, she quarreled with the driver and caused the pedestrians to stop and watch.

Xun Chuan seemed to find it boring to set up a stall, and it was rare to hear a little lively movement, so he followed.

"Why are you like this! It's too unreasonable. If I scratch me once, I will scratch twice. The big guy will judge and judge. It's amazing to drive a luxury car!"

The onlookers followed the accusations, but the driver couldn't argue. He was blushing and wanted to leave, but was held by the arm by the girl. At this moment, the back door of the car opened and came down a short, fat middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes. He first smiled. After comforting the girl, he took out a few banknotes and asked her to see her injuries before getting in the car and leaving.

"Hey, this big boss is very nice, no wonder he is so rich."

"Yeah girl, this is at least a thousand, take the money to see the injury, you can earn it."

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed, but Xun Chuan's fingertips got stuck in the iron railing a little bit, his eyes were red with a few drops of bleeding, and his brain was full of the appearance of the short fat man just now.

A cold-blooded mother, a stepfather full of interests, Xun Chuan sometimes really wish he was an orphan.

Just like Tang Ying said, which parents would send their own son to someone else's bed in order to make money? So there really are...

Xun Chuan's stepfather failed to do business and investment, and lost a lot of money. The real estate and car under his name were mortgaged. He put all his hopes on the sale of Shenglong Group.

Coincidentally, Liu Changming, the chairman of Shenglong Group, is old friends with him.

Coincidentally, Liu Changming came to the house as a guest that day.

The stepfather was holding a wine glass, sitting at the dining table in the lobby on the first floor and chatting with his old friends, drunkly said: "A Chuan, this is Chairman Liu, call him Uncle."

On the opposite side of the dining table is a short and fat middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, amiable, smiling like a Buddha, his small eyes are always shining, and the city is extremely deep.

Xun Chuan had just finished arguing with Yan Yu that day, and the pressure was extremely low. In addition, he used to dislike this stepfather, so he went straight upstairs without hearing him.

Teenagers in their twenties always have a sense of youth. Xun Chuan is undoubtedly a beautiful boy with extremely cold eyebrows and arrogance when looking at people, like a wild cat.

With just one glance, Liu Changming's soul flew away.

He just showed a little meaning and was invited to stay overnight, and at the same time he had an extra room key in his hand, the key given by Xun's mother.

Liu Changming went into Xunchuan’s room in the dark that night. He walked along the foot of the bed, then hugged the teenager lying on it. A heavy gasp came from his mouth: "Baby, you want to kill me. , Follow me, uncle protects you to taste delicious and spicy!"

Xun Chuan’s boss stared in the dark, and reacted to kick the person on his body. He quickly raised his hand to turn on the light. Liu Changming didn’t expect that he was not weak and was caught off guard. He was curled up on the ground. The pain is extremely painful.

Seeing that it was him, Xun Chuan kicked him coldly, "Do you want to die?! Who gave you the courage to enter my room!"

Liu Changming's angry words were unsuccessful: "Little bitch... This is what your parents agreed... The door key is still given by your mother... If you are smart, please apologize to Lao Tzu... or I will kill you!"

Xun Chuan was like falling into an ice cave for an instant, staring at Liu Changming’s insidious eyes. He suddenly felt flustered, flustered and at a loss. In his eyes, this luxurious and cold villa was like a jackal tiger who could eat people without spitting out bones. leopard.

Relatives connected by blood can betray themselves. Who else in this world can believe? ! He hated this place, as if he would die immediately after staying for a second. Regardless of the heavy snow outside, he packed his luggage and ran out overnight...

Xun Chuan's fingertips were shaking uncontrollably, how could he forget this person? How could he forget this person!

His whole body was full of grievances, and Yan Yu couldn't help but look over, and raised his hand to press on Xun Chuan's shoulder: "What's wrong with you?"

Xun Chuan had a meal and slowly closed his eyes.

"It's nothing……"

It just suddenly remembered that there was another person who should die.

Suddenly Xun Chuan felt very empty, empty without a reason, and a layer of dead silence and coldness in his heart gradually spread, and it was barren.

Xun Chuan sat on Yan Yu's lap, flinched in his arms, and hugged him tightly, as if this would make him feel more secure.

Xun Chuan said: "Hold me tight..."

"Yan Yu, hold me tight."

Hearing the words, Yan Yu slowly tightened his arms and hugged an invisible person.