Chapter 3: An Impulsive Ride
Fangyuan is his ID name - "Without rules, it becomes Fangyuan" is his signature - although his real name has long been known to everyone, no one cares what his ID name is.
However, this is indeed a good ID and a good signature, at least Fang Ke thinks so.
The whole sentence means that He Fangyuan has no rules and regulations. If there are rules, it is not He Fangyuan.
The deeper meaning is... if you can't suppress him, he will only become more aggressive.
If you can't control him, not only will he be unwilling to act, but he will also let his boredom reach its peak until he hits someone.
This was not the first time. He had found a partner before, and without exception, he would be provoked into rebelliousness by the other party's stupid remarks as soon as he left the dungeon, and would swing his sandbag-sized fist at the other person's face without saying a word.
Those who don’t have the ability to control his temper are not worthy of walking shoulder to shoulder with him.
Fang Ke picked up the wine glass and poured it half full. He took a sip and then flipped his wrist to pour the rest onto the lining of the suit of the man who was flirting with him.
The snow-white shirt stained scarlet like blood.
Fang Ke stood up, brushing his shoulder against the man's arm, and said with a slight parting of his lips, "Get out of here now, or I'll carry you out on a stretcher."
The man spread his hands helplessly: "I have offended you"
No. He was just in a bad mood.
But. He clenched his fist. Mood. Turned his fist. Not good. Punched out.
He beat someone with one hand and transferred money through the person's registered account with the other hand.
"One hundred thousand yuan, medical expenses." After saying this, he left.
The man who was beaten was not angry, but just hissed, "It is indeed a vicious dog."
Fang Ke originally wanted to find someone else to try again.
Now, I'm not in the mood.
He found the account he had just used in his new phone and canceled its membership.
It doesn't make sense, and that person didn't break any rules.
He's just annoying.
It's that simple.
Fang Ke wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he searched his pockets and couldn't find one. Then he remembered that he had been distracted by the new teacher's home visit all morning and forgot to even take his cigarette box.
He usually wore one behind his ear, but when he felt there, there was none.
Oh, he lit that one when he came in.
He had a craving for cigarettes but couldn't relieve it. His hands unconsciously grabbed his trouser legs and his eyes began to wander uncontrollably.
My arms were shaking slightly, the withdrawal reaction was not pleasant.
Everything about today was terrible.
What day isn't bad? He laughed at himself and walked out of the pub.
There were no other bartenders or wait staff in the discreet tavern on the ground floor.
The tavern does not lock its doors and has no business hours. Customers can come as they please, mix their own drinks, pay if they want, and forget it if they don't want to.
The only time the tavern might be closed is when the owner is still in the tavern and is in a bad mood.
Shen Ci turned on the navigation, got out of the car, and his eyes paused for a moment when he saw the wind chimes in front of the tavern.
It was a very pretty bell, with a bronze bell the size of a fist tied to countless woven dark colored ropes.
The sound of the bell is not crisp, nor is it easily blown by the wind. Its sound is heavy, more like a bell.
It's just... why does it look a bit like the one he once tied around the neck of his only human believer.
That believer betrayed his faith in the end, so he brought down divine punishment, causing that person to have no peace for the rest of his life.
Unless that person returns to him to atone for his sins and ask for his forgiveness.
Shen Cinian looked at the bell.
It is such a coincidence that I can see something similar to the old one in a foreign place.
Chen Cinian withdrew his gaze. The wind was cold, and his heart was even colder. He gathered his dark gray scarf, and suddenly saw a messy yellow hair passing by him out of the corner of his eye.
Why? This hairstyle is popular among humans.
Shen Cinian didn't pay much attention and went straight into the pub. He had the habit of scouting the place in advance and getting familiar with the environment in advance so that he could better control the situation when meeting strangers.
Fang Ke was so addicted to smoking that he couldn't even see the road clearly.
I was very anxious, my mind was a mess, and I had no thoughts except the desire to destroy something.
He was very annoyed and wanted to get angry. A car drove past him, but he couldn't see who got out.
The smell of leather in the car rushed out and went into my nostrils along with the cold air, and a feeling of nausea instantly surged to my scalp.
He concentrated and realized that he had walked a long way. The car that emitted the strange smell was a van with several men who picked their toes sitting inside. There was a convenience store on the roadside ahead. Their companions must have gotten off the car to buy water.
He walked into the convenience store, bought a pack of cigarettes without caring about the brand, and took out a lighter to light it.
Nicotine soothes him, saves him, and also makes him sink.
He rarely had a moment of silence, but it was to enjoy the smoke of sin.
His consciousness finally regained consciousness bit by bit. Cigarettes seemed to have become a necessity in his life, his medicine when he was upset.
After finishing a cigarette quickly, Fang Ke lit another one and put it in his mouth.
He held the filter in his mouth, inhaled decadence, and found peace in everything he hated.
Not found.
"Student Fang Ke," he was stunned as he watched the man approaching step by step.
Found it. But it wasn't his.
Shen Ci Nian put away the notebook that recorded the information about the tavern, and the emotion in his eyes faded. "It's late, it's not safe, I'll take you home."
Fang Ke subconsciously wanted to refuse. He had a motorcycle right in front of the tavern, so he just had to turn back now.
But, I can’t say it.
My heart is beating too fast, the oxygen in the air is too thin, I can't open my mouth, I can't refuse.
He immersed himself in the strange aura of the man in front of him and obeyed all his instructions.
He understood that he was getting into the state.
What is as difficult as climbing to the sky for others is easy for the person in front of him.
Fang Ke got into Shen Cinian's car and sat in the passenger seat.
Not wearing a seat belt.
"You want me to help you fasten it," Shen Cinian said with a hint of sarcasm. Seeing Fang Ke was stunned, he turned sideways, put his elbow on Fang Ke's ear, and pulled the passenger seat belt. "Okay, Mr. Fang, I'll help you fasten it."
With a light click, Fang Ke, who had always disdained seat belts, was tied up in this wide black belt.
The feeling suddenly came over him, and Fang Ke turned his head to look out the window to hide his strangeness.
He watched the world under the windshield turn dark, even the snow turned gray.
My heart is also gloomy.
Why, this person couldn't be his partner.
This person can get him into the mood anytime and anywhere, and just some slight actions can arouse his interest, but he never does any serious work.
He looked at his and the other person's profiles reflected on the car window glass, his eyes blurred for a moment.
He was imagining what this face would look like when it turned cold and ordered him to be quiet.
Or be gentler and wipe his tears after everything is over and whisper: "You did a good job, it's over."
He couldn't help but stare at his well-proportioned, bony, and powerful-looking right hand.
Unfortunately, this hand does not hold a whip, but only a lesson plan.
This person was just his teacher, a teacher from whom he would be separated in a few months.
After that, he returned to City A and struggled in pain and boredom, while this person continued to live a gentle, elegant and comfortable life listening to the sound of reading aloud.
Why...
Fang Ke clasped his fingers tightly on the door interior panel under the car window, trying his best to suppress those thoughts that shouldn't exist.
——Want to destroy this man's peaceful life, want to drag this ordinary person into a weird game full of malice, want to use power to force him to go back to City A with him, force the hand holding the chalk to pick up the collar and put it around the neck of an out-of-control soul.
Then, he will calm down, his heart will no longer be restless, and he will slowly get better and become normal - under the patient guidance of that person.
But, he couldn't. At least not yet.
It was just a momentary impulse, he could suppress it if he smoked a cigarette now.
There was a red light ahead and the car stopped smoothly. He was reaching into his trouser pocket for a cigarette, but his hand was suddenly held down.
Shen Cinian opened the glove box in front of Fang Ke and took out a box of chewing gum.
"Hold out, I don't like the smell of smoke in the car."
Fang Ke opened his palm in a daze and caught the piece of chewing gum that was poured out.
He stuffed it into his mouth stiffly and chewed it a few times as if completing a task.
It's orange flavored, quite tart, but sweet enough.
Fang Ke suddenly felt that chewing was not a bad idea, as it could also divert his attention.
He noticed the brand of chewing gum, the kind you could buy in supermarkets.
Chen Cinian drove into the alley where Fang Ke's house was, stopped the car, and watched Fang Ke go upstairs.
He lowered the car window and glanced at the window of Fang Ke's house until the light inside came on. Then he closed the window, started the car, reversed, and took a detour home.
The lights were green all the way, so he got home quickly. He changed his shoes at the entrance and went to the study to turn on the computer.
After editing the PPT and coding the lesson plan, he printed it out and put it in a file bag. Chen Cinian had nothing to do, so he opened the Bang's dead group membership website.
I opened the private message and sent a message to the person who made the appointment with him: Let’s meet at the bar at 3 pm on Saturday.
The man didn't reply for a long time.
Shen Cinian waited for a while, but there was no reply. He glanced at the time and saw that it was already half past ten, so he turned off the computer, washed up and went to bed.
Late in the night, at 2:30, Fang Ke was not at home, but strolling on the street.
I walked to a nearby 24-hour convenience store and bought some orange-flavored chewing gum of the same brand.
Then we went to a food stall to eat barbecue and drink beer. Beer was brought up one by one and quickly taken away.
You won’t get drunk because the beer is too low in alcohol, but you will feel a little tipsy, which is the most suitable state.
His mood seemed to be a little better. Fang Ke clenched the gum box in his hand, not knowing why he didn't put it in his pocket. Then he chewed the skewers in one hand and held the beer bottle in the other.
Maybe he was afraid of losing it. After all, it’s not cheap, only seven dollars.
Seven dollars is really not cheap, after all, it’s just a piece of chewing gum.
Fang Ke ordered a large table of dishes, but he couldn't eat much. When he paid the bill, it was almost two thousand yuan, but the actual amount he ate, including the price of beer, was less than five hundred yuan.
It doesn't matter, he has more money than he can spend anyway.
After eating the barbecue, Fang Ke walked home.
His motorcycle was at the door of the pub, so today he was unable to disturb others at night, which was a rare occasion.
He went up to the third floor, but the sensor light was broken, so he groped his way up in the dark, took out his key, and entered the house.
I was too lazy to change into slippers, so I just went in wearing sneakers.
The moment he leaned on the armrest of the sofa, he subconsciously wanted to light a cigarette, but the chewing gum box, which was slightly stained with sweat in his palm, was clearly visible.
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