My friend is in this movie.

Fucking in this movie.

Liang Bing.

Yan Hang and Liang Bing had only dealt face to face, but what he could see on these streets was considered "missing", and it was indeed only Liang Bing.

There are also  sentences in the post, and I don’t know anything else.

This sentence should be the truth.

Liang Bing looks like a gangster, even if he is walking across these streets, and if he is fucked, he will be beaten into crab mud.

At this level, I don’t know much.

But knowing how much you know is all about knowing.

Moreover, if something big happened to his "territory", Liang Bing never appeared...

Yan Hang frowned and thought for a while, and turned his head to see if Chu was asleep or not. Chu should know something about Liang Bing.

As soon as I turned my head, I heard Chu sigh softly: "Yan Hang."

"Hmm?" Yan Hang responded, "I thought you were asleep."

"Sleep, no need to sleep." Chu turned his head and looked at him.

"Is my phone too bright?" Yan Hang looked at the screen, which was already 50% brighter, so he lowered it again, "Are you going to choose a seat?"

"No," Chu frowned and held it in a long time before he said softly, "My dad didn't have any today, and he didn't go home."

Yan Hang's cell phone was not held firmly and hit the bridge of his nose.

The ache.

"Buy a hand and hold the phone." Chu reached out to touch his nose.

"Don't your father often stays home?" Yan Hang asked.

"I'll go outside, but I won't, but I'll tell you," Chu sighed, "I didn't say it today, and I can't even call my phone."

Yan Hang felt like he was thrown into the ice cellar.

The chill did not come suddenly, but penetrated into the body from the soles of the feet and from the fingertips.

So many things cannot be accidental.

What he was worried about should have happened...had happened.

The only thing I can't understand is what connection can Chu Dad have with this matter.

"Your father's affairs, leader, didn't you ask what happened?" Yan Hang asked softly, suppressing his panic.

"No phone," Chu said, "My mom will go to the company tomorrow to see it."

"Yeah." Yan Hang wanted to find another sentence to say that he would not let his panic appear so obviously, but he opened his mouth for a long time but couldn't find a word.

"I don't, shouldn't say this," Chu whispered, "You are not happy at first."

"It's okay, I... nothing big," said Yan Hang. "I'm very emotional and pretentious."

"No." said the first .

"Not what?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," Chu smirked at the corner of his mouth, "You are very, very cool."

"It's so cool," Yan Hang also smiled, "You are still young."

Be chic.

He once felt that he was very chic, and his father was even more chic from his bones.

In fact, it’s just that they all used various methods to conceal it.

"Yan Hang," Chu stretched out his hand, touched his arm a few times, and grabbed his wrist, "You have, what's wrong with it, what's so happy, and you can tell me whenever you want to say."

"Yeah," Yan Hang laughed, "Little Angel."

Yan Hang's wrists are quite thin, and you can feel the wrist bones in his palm when he holds them.

At first, he felt very comfortable, so he closed his eyes and gently tapped his fingers on Yan Hang's wrist.

Sometimes when he can't sleep, he will gently beat the rhythm like this. It will be easier to fall asleep under the monotonous and repetitive feeling, but I don't know if this method is useful to Yan Hang.

After ticking for a while, he suddenly felt something strange on the inside of Yan Hang's wrist.

There seems to be very thin bulges.

scar?

His first reaction was not very good, but the bulge of the trail was vertical...

Just as he was about to touch it again, Yan Hang pulled out his hand and ticked it on his forehead with his backhand: "Go to sleep."

"Yeah." Chu said, "I'm sorry."

After a while, Yan Hang said again: "It's a small scar, which was scratched by nails when he fell."

"Ah, it hurts?" Chu  asked.

"It doesn't hurt, it doesn't feel anything," said Yan Hang.

Chu wanted to turn to the side, and his face was aimed at Yan Hang, but when he turned to the side, he found that it would press his legs, so he had to turn back and lie on his back.

Yan Hang touched a small bottle next to the pillow and sprayed something on his pillow.

It smelled very nicely, with a faint fragrance mixed with Yan Hang's breath, and the sleepiness slowly surged up.

"Is it a mystery, soul fragrance?" he asked.

"You have some face, the local dog," said Yan Hang, "lavender spray helps sleep."

"…Oh." He closed his eyes and smiled.

The post on the forum is quite long. Yan Hang has been doing several times from beginning to end, and there are all kinds of statements, such as robbery, seeking revenge, and fighting. However, they are basically speculations.

Except for the "Don't Ask Me", there is basically no reliable content.

When Yan Hang refreshed again and wanted to see if there was any new content, the system showed that the post had been deleted.

He frowned and threw his phone to the side.

I can't sleep anymore. I haven't been able to sleep for several days. Today, I just didn't even have any confusion for a second, and it's so deadly.

He closed his eyes against the pillow and touched the scar on his wrist.

After a moment of silence, he sat up gently again. Chu Wu, who was next to him, was already asleep, breathing soothing and calming.

Yan Hang sat cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes.

Let your mind slowly be empty.

This is very difficult. Every time my father said that we came to meditate, he couldn't do it.

Although he has enough time to spend all night now, he knew he couldn't do it before he started, and he couldn't do it normally, and it was even more impossible under this situation.

It can only be used to pass the time.

There is nothing in my mind.

Dad.

The dead man.

The first father.

Liang Bing.

He wanted to connect these, but couldn't find the thread.

He leaned against the head of the bed all night. At dawn, he felt that he couldn't move anymore and his waist hurt so much.

What impressed him was that he had not even turned over all night, and for a few hours he kept his back facing the sky, without snoring, grinding his teeth, and talking to him.

It is as quiet as if it does not exist.

It must have been sleeping soundly.

Yan Hang looked at the time and could sleep for another half an hour according to the normal school time, but he didn't know if he wanted to call Chu to go home first.

While hesitating, the cell phone that Chu put next to the pillow rang.

Yan Hang looked at it and it was shown "Mom".

"Ai Chu," he quickly pushed Chu, "Your mom is calling."

"Well..." Chu replied in a daze, not opening his eyes.

"Your grandma is going to slap you!" Yan Hang picked up his cell phone and wanted to help him pick up the phone first. After pulling it, he could take more than a dozen times. The phone seemed to crash, and the screen was blacked out.

"I'll do it," Chu's eyes woke up, rubbed his eyes and took the phone, lit the screen first like luck, then pressed the circle where he answered, slowly pulled it aside. This was connected, and he sat up, "Hey?"

"If you dare to come back at noon today, I dare to chop you!" The voice from there rushed out, "You are going crazy! Your dad is missing all day and night! You are here too! If you have the ability, don't come back!"
To be continued...