The streets are empty now, and they are more deserted than usual. After all, people died here in the afternoon, and there were not many people on the street when they were at home.

I wasn't very scared at first. When there were fewer people, he would not at least make people think that he had something wrong with him.

It’s not that the wind at night blows on your legs, and it’s not cool at all, and it’s still hot.

I had known that I would apply toothpaste to the layer first when I was at home.

Chu sighed.

After standing for a while, he felt a little tired. He had been standing for half an hour after his cell phone.

He jumped to the left for a few steps, then ran to the right, and ran back and forth, feeling much more comfortable.

Yan Hang's house was completely black with lights, and there was no movement. Yan Hang did go to bed, and he might have gone to bed long ago. Yan Hang had never contacted him at night.

If it was normal, he would stand and go back after a while.

But today is not the same.

Yan Hang's condition was so strange. Although he didn't know what it was, it was definitely a big deal. He couldn't solve any problem when standing here, and he was more at ease than staying at home.

The family is quiet now, but he doesn't want to go back. His father suddenly couldn't contact him, which made him in a bad mood. The people at home didn't have any personal idea about this. Except for the mother who said that when she went to the company tomorrow, she just cared about cursing and complaining.

He felt a little discouraged when he thought about it. He bent down and supported his knees. As soon as he pressed his hand up, he quickly took it away.

It hurts so much.

Just as I was about to continue running left and right, a small group of light suddenly lit up behind the curtains of Yan Hang's house opposite.

Then his cell phone rang.

It's Yan Hang!

He quickly took out his cell phone, and it was indeed Yan Hang.

He pulled the phone for two or three times but couldn't answer it, so he simply stopped answering it, stuffed his phone into his pocket, and ran to the street.

"Yan Hang?" He ran to the window and shouted softly.

The curtains were opened, and Yan Hang opened the window: "I'm convinced you."

"Are you? Are you sleeping??" he smiled.

"No, I've been standing here for a very young age." Yan Hang said.

"Ah?" He was stunned.

"I want to see when you go," Yan Hang said.

At first, I opened my mouth, but I couldn't speak anymore.

"What's wrong with your legs?" Yan Hang asked.

"My legs are so beautiful," Chu said.

"Oh," Yan Hang responded, stared at him, and pointed to the door for a while, "Come in."

When I first entered the door, I smelled the smoke. Yan Hang usually smoked, but he didn't smoke much, and today I could smell it at one door...

"Do you want to turn on, do you want to light?" He changed his shoes and asked.

"Open it," Yan Hang said, "What's wrong with your leg? Are you injured? You're all wearing big shorts."

"It's hot." At first, he pressed the switch and the light in the room turned on. He saw the wine bottle on the coffee table and the cigarette butts full of the ashtray.

Yan Hang's face was also very tired, his face was gray.

"Is it hot?" Yan Hang looked at his legs and was a little surprised, "Is it so hot that I didn't apply medicine?"

I didn’t know what to say at first, should I say I forgot to apply the medicine, or did I not buy it if the medicine was too expensive...

"Sit down, I have scald cream." Yan Hang went into the drawer of the TV cabinet and flipped through it, and took out a small golden ointment.

This ointment was first arrived in the pharmacy today, and it was more than thirty yuan.

Although the salesperson said that the medicine was good and would not cause any wounds, he still felt it was too expensive!

Very expensive!

His toothpaste is less than ten yuan!

It was surprising that Yan Hang's small medicine box actually had scald ointment, and he said to Yan Hang: "Your family is still ready for this, this?"

"I bought it last week," Yan Hang went to the kitchen to wash his hands, squatted to his legs, and took the ointment to prepare medicine for him. "My father was crushed to cook, and he insisted that he was burned, so he went to buy a piece of cake."

I laughed at first.

"Sweet." Yan Hang also smiled, and after laughing, he took the ointment but did not move again.

Chu turned his head and quietly looked at his face. He found that Yan Hang's eyes were a little red, but he couldn't come out because he didn't have enough sleep or wanted to cry.

But before he could continue to study, Yan Hang had already lowered his head and started applying medicine to him.

"It's okay," Yan Hang said while applying medicine, "It's not serious. What are you doing to burn such a large piece?"

"Did I take the soup? Take it safe." Chu Liao hesitated for a long time but decided not to tell the truth. He didn't want Yan Hang to know that it was because he didn't have dinner at home and forgot to say it.

Yan Hang smiled.

After applying the ointment for one leg, he said again: "Your grandma lifted it."

At first, Yan Hang guessed it directly and could only say nothing.

"You guess it's accurate," Yan Hang said, "Is it powerful?"

Chu laughed: "Awesome."

"Run out and stay for so long, will your grandma suck you again?" Yan Hang asked.

"Not at night, I'm going to care about me." Chu said.

"So," Yan Hang looked at him, "You don't plan to stay home tonight, are you?"

Chu lowered his head and nodded silently for a long time.

"Run away from home," Yan Hang applied medicine to his instep, and then stood up, "I was scalded away... You have been suffering from the head since you were a child, you have been away from class and took you away from home."

Chu smiled and didn't say anything.

Yan Hang washed his hands and sat down in the living room, staring at Chu who was stunned next to him.

He grew up so old that there were two situations at home at night. The seed was his own, and the seed was him and his father. No one had ever spent the night at his house.

But he would not resist if he wanted to stay here.

I feel that I am completely used to loneliness, but today's situation is not just loneliness, but also deep fear of the unknown. At this time, I have someone by my side, even if I don't say anything, I will be less frightened.

"You can squeeze with me," said Yan Hang, "This sofa can't sleep with people, my dad's room..."

He doesn't want to move his dad's room.

"Yes." Chu nodded.

"Then go to bed," Yan Hang could see that Chu was already very sleepy, "I'll have class tomorrow."

"You don't sleep?" Chu  to him.

"I... sleep." Yan Hang stood up and went to bed to continue to stare blankly.

Yan Hang has always had two pillows on the bed. He likes to sleep higher. If you give it to the first one today, it won’t affect him. Anyway, he will definitely not be able to sleep.

"Do you want to chat for a while?" Chu said, after lying on the bed.

"Small stuttering and chatting with people," Yan Hang leaned against the head of the bed, reached out to turn off the light, took his phone and turned on it, "Sleep at your sleep."

"Oh," Chu Lai smiled, "Good night."

"Good night." Yan Hang said.

The page on his mobile phone is also a local information forum. In addition to various transactions, advertisements, rumors, and rumors, there are also various gossips about emergencies.

When he was standing across the street, he was about to go to the bathroom and read the post titled "Has anyone heard about the murder in Linhe District?"

As for why I didn't click on it right away, I had to go to the toilet...

It's because he's scared.

In the past, he was only afraid that his father would not come. Now he is afraid of more and more things. Any small information may make his heart seem to have been caught.

After saying good night, I quietly did not make any sounds, and didn't even move.

Yan Hang clicked on the post.

He glanced quickly, talking about and asking about the specific situation. There was no useful content when he saw it, but he breathed a sigh of relief.

-That guy is being sought for revenge! My friend is in that movie! Don't ask me, I don't know anything else!

Yan Hang's fingers that were slashing down suddenly stopped.

To be honest, this reply looks very bragging, especially the sentence that comes later, don’t ask me, elsewhere, “Come and ask me if you don’t ask me how I can continue to blow.”

The people who posted the posts behind obviously had this idea, and no one paid attention to this level at all.

But Yan Hang's intuition told him that this person was telling the truth.
To be continued...