It was a rare day off, so Wen Yifan stayed up late to watch a horror movie.
The eeriness was created by the background music and screams. There was no frightening scene throughout, it was as plain as plain water. Out of obsessive-compulsive disorder, she almost forced herself to watch it.
When the end credits appeared, Wen Yifan even felt a sense of relief. She closed her eyes, and her thoughts were instantly entangled by sleepiness. When she was about to fall into a dream, suddenly, the door was slammed heavily.
Bang — —
Wen Yifan immediately opened her eyes.
She followed the moonlight that fell through the gap of the curtains and looked at the door. From outside, she could clearly hear the man's muffled voice when he was drunk, as well as the sound of his stumbling footsteps in the other direction.
Then, she heard the sound of the door being opened and closed.
It blocked most of the movement.
She stared at the door for a few seconds.
When it was completely quiet, Wen Yifan finally relaxed her mind.
She pursed her lips, and then realized that she was angry.
How many times had it been this week?
Wen Yifan couldn't fall asleep again when her drowsiness was interrupted. She turned over and closed her eyes again. Bored to death, she diverted some energy to recall the movie she had just watched.
Oh.
It seemed to be a horror movie?
And it was a low-budget, crappy movie that thought it could scare people.
…
In a daze, Wen Yifan's mind inexplicably floated the ghost face in the movie.
Three seconds later.
She suddenly got up and turned on the bedside lamp.
Wen Yifan couldn't sleep well for the rest of the night. Half asleep, she always felt that there was a bloody ghost face next to her staring at her.
She didn't manage to fall asleep until the sky was completely bright.
The next day, Wen Yifan was woken up by a phone call.
Because of the late nights and lack of sleep, her head felt like it was being pricked by needles, and it hurt intensely. She was a little annoyed, picked up the phone slowly, and pressed the answer button.
Zhong Siqiao's low voice came from the other end, "I'll call you back later."
"…"
Wen Yifan's eyelids moved, and her brain froze for two seconds.
A phone call woke her up.
That's it.
It wasn't the actual movie, but just a preview.
She burst out in anger, and blurted out, "Do you have …"
Before she could finish, the phone had been hung up.
Wen Yifan felt like her fist had hit cotton. She opened her eyes and felt depressed. After lying in bed for a while, she picked up her phone and looked at the time.
It was nearly two o 'clock in the afternoon.
Wen Yifan didn't stay in bed anymore. She put on a coat and got out of bed.
He walked into the toilet.
Wen Yifan was brushing her teeth when her phone rang again. She swiped the screen with her free hand and turned on the speaker.
Zhong Siqiao spoke first, "Damn it, I just met a high school classmate. I don't even have makeup on with my greasy hair, it's so embarrassing!"
"How can I die so easily?" Wen Yifan's mouth was full of foam. She said vaguely, "Aren't you trying to blackmail me?"
"…" Zhong Siqiao was silent for three seconds. She couldn't be bothered to argue with her. "Do you want to come out tonight? Reporter Wen. You've been working overtime for a week. If you don't have some fun, I'm afraid you'll suddenly die. "
"En. Where are you going? "
"Why don't we go to your workplace? I wonder if you've been there. My colleague said that there's a bar there, and the boss looks like a thief — "Zhong Siqiao said," Hey, why do you keep hearing the sound of water? Are you washing dishes? "
Wen Yifan said, "I'm washing my face."
Zhong Siqiao was surprised, "You just woke up?"
Wen Yifan hummed in agreement.
"It's already two o 'clock. Even if it's a lunch break, it should be over." Zhong Siqiao felt strange, "What did you do last night?"
"I watched a horror movie."
"What's it called?"
"Ghosts When You Wake Up."
Zhong Siqiao had obviously seen this movie. She choked, "Is this a horror movie?"
"I went to sleep after watching it." Wen Yifan pretended not to hear what she said. She pulled the towel beside her and wiped the water droplets on her face. "I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, and then I really saw a ghost, just like in the movie."
"…"
"I fought with a ghost for the whole night."
Zhong Siqiao was a little speechless, "Why are you suddenly talking to me about such a restricted topic?"
Wen Yifan raised her eyebrows, "Why is it restricted?"
"What kind of fight took the whole night?"
"…"
"Alright, stop seeing a ghost. I'll take you to see a man. "Zhong Siqiao smiled," A handsome, fresh, hot, man. "
"Then I'll see a ghost." Wen Yifan picked up her phone and walked out of the bathroom, "At least it's free."
Zhong Siqiao, "Who said we have to spend money? We can also see a man for free."
Wen Yifan, "Huh?"
"We can see with our eyes."
"… …"
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yifan once again told the landlord about last night's situation on WeChat. Then, she hesitated and added that the lease might not be renewed after the expiration of the contract.
Two months ago, she moved from Yihe to Nanwu City.
Zhong Siqiao helped to find the house, so it was not a big problem.
The only inconvenience was that it was a group rental house. The landlord converted an 80-square-meter house into three separate rooms, each room had a toilet. Therefore, there were no kitchen, balcony and other facilities.
But the advantage was that it was cheap.
Wen Yifan did not have many requirements for the accommodation. Moreover, the transportation was convenient and the surroundings were lively. She even considered renting it for a long time.
Until one day, she happened to meet the man next door when she went out.
Gradually, it evolved into the current situation.
Unknowingly, the sun went down, and the narrow room was covered with a layer of darkness. Thousands of lights were lit up one after another, the whole city was lit up in another way, and the night market gradually became lively.
Seeing that it was almost time, Wen Yifan changed her clothes and put on some simple makeup.
Zhong Siqiao kept bombarding her on WeChat.
Wen Yifan grabbed the small bag on the coat rack and replied with a voice message, "I'm going out now." She walked out and looked across the street. She couldn't help but walk faster to the stairwell to go downstairs.
The two agreed to meet at the subway station.
The place they were going to was the bar that Zhong Siqiao mentioned today, it was located opposite Shangan Square. After passing through a pass, they could see a continuous series of neon lights embellished on the signboards of every shop.
It was a place that would only be lively at night.
It was a famous bar street in Nanwu City, also known as the Fallen Street.
Because they had never been here before, they finally found the bar in a small corner after searching for a long time.
The name was quite interesting, it was called "Overtime".
The signboard was exceptionally simple. On a pure black background, the characters were neat and tidy, shining with pure white light. In a bunch of colorful and threatening neon lights, it was so low-key that it looked like a small hair salon opened here.
"That's a good idea." Wen Yifan stared at it for a moment and commented, "Opening a hair salon on the bar street, people who want to come here to hook up with girls can come here to get their hair styled first."
The corner of Zhong Siqiao's mouth twitched. She pulled her inside and said, "Don't talk nonsense."
Unexpectedly, it wasn't as deserted as Wen Yifan had imagined.
They came early, it was not rush hour yet, but most of the seats in the shop were already occupied.
On the stage, there was a woman holding a guitar, singing with her eyes lowered. The atmosphere was lyrical and gentle. In front of the bar, the bartender had dyed blonde hair. At this time, he was throwing the wine jug as if he was performing acrobatics.
After finding a seat, Wen Yifan ordered a glass of the cheapest wine.
Zhong Siqiao looked around and was a little disappointed, "Is the boss not here? I don't see anyone handsome."
Wen Yifan rested her chin on her hand and said casually, "Maybe it's the bartender."
"Bullsh * t!" Zhong Siqiao obviously couldn't accept it, "My colleague who frequents Depraved Street said that the boss of this bar is Depraved Street."
"Maybe it's a self-proclaimed boss."
“？”
Noticing Zhong Siqiao's unfriendly gaze, Wen Yifan sat up straight and emphasized, "Maybe."
Zhong Siqiao snorted.
The two of them chatted for a while.
Zhong Siqiao mentioned what happened at noon, "Oh yeah, I met my first year high school deputy class monitor today. He also went to Nanjing University, and I think he's in the same dorm as Sang Yan, but I haven't seen him much. "
Wen Yifan was a little surprised when she heard this name.
"Speaking of which, do you remember —" Zhong Siqiao's eyes glanced around and suddenly looked at the bar, "Hey, look at ten o 'clock, is that' Depraved Street '?"
At the same time, Wen Yifan heard someone say "Brother Yan".
She looked over.
She didn't know when it started, but there was a man standing next to the bartender.
The bar was dimly lit. He leaned on the edge of the table, his back was facing the bar, and his head was slightly tilted. He seemed to be talking to the bartender. He was wearing a pure black jacket. He was tall and straight. He was slightly hunched, and he was taller than the bartender next to him.
His eyes were dark, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised. He looked slightly cynical.
The colorful lights on top of the bar were pulled over, and a few traces fell on his face.
Wen Yifan also recognized him at this moment.
"Fuck." Zhong Siqiao probably had the same discovery as her, she raised her tone and said in shock, "Sister, this is Sang Yan!"
"… …"
"Why did you see him when I mentioned him … … Do you still remember him? He used to chase after you before you transferred to another school … … "
Wen Yifan's eyelashes fluttered when she heard this.
A waiter happened to pass by, and Wen Yifan felt a little uncomfortable. She wanted to interrupt, but she suddenly heard a scream. She looked up and saw that the waiter seemed to have been knocked down. The tray in his hand tilted slightly, and the wine glass on it fell.
— — in her direction.
The wine, mixed with ice cubes, fell onto her left shoulder and slid down her body. She was wearing a loose sweater today. Most of her clothes were wet, and the chill penetrated her body. It was so cold that her scalp was numb.
Wen Yifan took a deep breath and stood up reflexively.
The noise in the bar was loud, but the movement was not small either.
The waiter's face turned pale as if he was frightened, and he apologized repeatedly.
Zhong Siqiao also stood up and helped Wen Yifan to pat the ice off her clothes. She frowned, "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Wen Yifan's voice trembled uncontrollably, but she was not angry. She looked at the waiter, "You don't have to apologize anymore, just be careful next time."
Then, she said to Zhong Siqiao, "I'm going to the washroom to clean up."
After she finished speaking, she looked up slightly.
She accidentally met someone's line of sight. It was deep, indifferent, and obscure.
It froze for two seconds.
Wen Yifan withdrew her gaze and walked towards the ladies' room.
She found a stall and took off her sweater. She was only wearing a tight-fitting undershirt.
Fortunately, it was separated by a layer of sweater, so it was not too wet.
Wen Yifan walked to the sink with the sweater in her arms. She dipped a tissue in the water and barely wiped the alcohol off her body.
After roughly cleaning up, she walked out.
She caught a glimpse of someone standing in the corridor. Wen Yifan subconsciously looked over and stopped in her tracks.
The man leaned against the wall, biting a cigarette in his mouth. His eyelids were drooping lazily, and his expression was relaxed and indifferent. What was different from before was that his coat had been taken off, and he was holding it loosely.
There was only a black T-shirt left on his body.
It had been six years since they last met.
Wen Yifan was not sure if he recognized her, and she did not know if she should greet him. After struggling for less than a second, she lowered her eyes and pretended that she did not recognize him. She braced herself and continued to walk out.
The dark and simple decoration style, and the irregular stripes on the marble tiles spread outwards, reflecting the light. She could also hear the singing of a female singer here. It was very light, with a lingering and affectionate tone.
She was getting closer and closer.
She was about to walk past him.
At this moment.
"Hey," he said lazily, as if he didn't exist.
Wen Yifan stopped and was about to look over.
Without any precaution, Sang Yan suddenly threw the hood of his coat over his head, blocking most of her vision. Wen Yifan was stunned for a moment, and immediately reached out to take it off, feeling a little puzzled.
Sang Yan still did not look up. He looked down and put out the cigarette on the trash can next to him.
Neither of them took the initiative to speak.
It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact, it was only a few seconds. Sang Yan slowly lifted his eyelids and met her gaze. There was a sense of alienation between his brows.
"Let's talk," he said.
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