Chapter 22 Meet Again
Of course Yu Zechuan didn't notice.
He had never paid much attention to Lu Yan when he was in the company. After he was released from prison, he only caught a glimpse of his ID photo from the file: thick, rigid bangs, black-framed glasses, like a ball of ink accidentally dropped on white paper, the edges and outlines were clear, but his true face could not be seen clearly.
If they met in front of a shabby rental house on a rainy night, Yu Zechuan could easily recognize that Lu Yan was the enemy he wanted to kill; but if they met in a brightly lit apartment building, he would only feel that the people looked similar.
After all, there are no such bizarre coincidences in the world. The person you wanted to kill in the last second lives next door to your house in the next second.
This strange neighbor didn't mind the ugly scars on his face, nor did he show any fear or disgust towards his sick condition. He even took good care of him all night.
Even though Yu Zechuan tried his best to pretend nothing happened, he couldn't help but feel concerned.
He began to go downstairs more and more frequently to take out the trash and get takeout. His meals were irregular and he only ate one meal a day. Now, he orders takeout more often than most people in this building.
Yu Zechuan did all this just to take a glance at the closed door next door when he went downstairs, but unfortunately, he never met that neighbor again in the next few days.
It was like a one-night stand. We hugged each other tightly in bed at night, and cuddled each other till death. Then, when the next day's day came, I quietly withdrew and disappeared from his world like a gust of wind, never to be seen again.
Or maybe it’s not that we can’t meet, but…
Is the other party deliberately avoiding him?
Yu Zechuan was waiting for the elevator downstairs with a takeaway in his hand. This thought suddenly popped up in his mind. He frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.
All in all, I was in a bad mood, and felt like someone had provoked me and then thrown me into the trash.
"bite!"
The elevator in front of me suddenly made a slight sound, and the double doors opened, and a tall man walked out. He was wearing a white hooded sweatshirt and black and white sports shoes, looking handsome and youthful, but he was wearing a mask on his face, which made people curious about the face underneath.
It was Lu Yan who had not been seen for a long time.
Since leaving Yu Zechuan's house last time, Lu Yan has been worried that his identity has been exposed, and he has hardly gone out for several days. Today, he went downstairs to buy some food at the supermarket, but he ran into Yu Zechuan as soon as he walked out of the elevator, and he was stunned.
Lu Yan accidentally caught a glimpse of the takeaway bag in Yu Zechuan's hand, and finally decided to take the initiative to say hello: "What a coincidence, are you coming downstairs to get the takeaway?"
Yu Zechuan didn't expect to meet Lu Yan here. He held the takeaway bag in a different direction and said "hmm" without any emotion: "What about you?"
Lu Yan put his hands in his sweater pockets and smiled: "I'm going to the supermarket to buy some things. The elevator door is about to close. Please go in quickly."
He was about to leave when Yu Zechuan suddenly turned around and followed him. He said out of the blue, "What a coincidence! I suddenly realized that I didn't buy something. Why don't we buy it together?"
“…”
Lu Yan had no idea what Yu Zechuan's intention was, but the current situation did not allow him to refuse. Lu Yan did not want to arouse suspicion, so he paused for a moment, then returned to normal: "Of course."
There is a supermarket downstairs in the apartment building, a few hundred meters away. The two of them walked out side by side, each with their own thoughts.
Yu Zechuan walked with his eyes down, and asked casually, "Why do you wear a mask all the time?"
He initially thought that Lu Yan had suffered facial injuries like him, so he wore a mask to cover it up. But when he saw his true face in the room that day, it was no different from that of a celebrity, so this behavior seemed a little strange.
Lu Yan flicked his fingertips in his pocket for a moment, thinking that Yu Zechuan had indeed begun to doubt him. He raised his hand to pull up his mask, stepped over the pile of fallen sycamore leaves, and made up a fairly reasonable explanation: "The air has been too cold recently, and my nose is a little sensitive, so I wear a mask to block it."
Yu Zechuan raised his eyebrows slightly, not knowing whether he believed it or not: "I thought you were a celebrity and was afraid of being recognized."
Lu Yan amuses himself: "I am just an ordinary worker."
As they were talking, they had already arrived at the convenience store. Lu Yan really needed to restock the refrigerator, so he took a shopping basket and began to carefully select food. Yogurt, potato chips, spicy noodles, instant noodles, jelly, and a wide variety of snacks filled the basket. He looked like an omnivore.
Yu Zechuan didn't have anything to buy, but he still pretended to walk around the shelves and picked up something at random.
When it was time to pay, Lu Yan took out his wallet and held out his hand to Yu Zechuan behind him: "Give me what you bought, and we'll pay together."
Yu Zechuan refused: "No need."
Lu Yan didn't take his hand back, but hooked his fingertips at him. Beautiful people are beautiful everywhere, including their hands, with clear finger bones, slender and thin, which makes people imagine what it would feel like to touch them: "Give it to me, just a few dollars, so as to avoid trouble, you can scan it for me when you go up."
Yu Zechuan had no choice but to hand the things over to him.
Lu Yan only felt his palm sink, and the touch was a bit strange. He lowered his eyes and saw that it was a stainless steel kitchen knife. Although the edge was wrapped in plastic wrap, it was still sharp.
The shadow of death in the first two games was still looming in his mind. Before it could dissipate, Lu looked up at Yu Zechuan, somewhat surprised: "Why did you buy a kitchen knife?"
He asked with a half-seriously half-smirking smile: "Are you going to kill someone?"
Yu Zechuan curled his lips slightly: "How could that be? Killing someone with a kitchen knife is very cumbersome."
He suddenly realized that this sentence sounded a little strange, and changed the subject: "I bought it to cut fruit."
Lu Yan recalled the last time he left the fruit he sent to him to rot and refused to eat it. He said in a subtle tone: "That's good. I thought you didn't like fruit."
Yu Zechuan obviously remembered the fruit he threw away last time. He suppressed the inexplicable embarrassment in his heart and turned his head to look away.
After Lu Yan settled the bill, he divided the money into two bags, one bulging and the other empty with only a kitchen knife in it. Yu Zechuan reached out to take it, but he dodged him: "It's okay, I'll carry it up and give it to you. A kitchen knife doesn't weigh much."
Yu Zechuan had no choice but to give up and walked back side by side with Lu Yan. The sky was still gloomy, the rain was falling lightly, and the leaves of the French plane trees fell one after another.
He looked down at the wet ground, and the strange feeling in his heart became stronger.
"That day..."
Although Yu Zechuan found it a bit embarrassing, he still frowned and said, "Thank you for that day."
Lu Yan felt strangely flattered. He didn't know if it was because he had died twice at Yu Zechuan's hands and had seen all kinds of sarcasm, sneers, and ridicules from him. This thank you sounded like heavenly music to him: "It's okay. It's my duty. Even if it wasn't me that day, someone else would have helped you."
Others?
Yu Zechuan sneered in his heart, who? Jiang Boyun? Or the secretary he fired?
The latter once accidentally caught him having a seizure and was so frightened that he didn't even have time to close the door and just stumbled out. At that time, countless people gathered outside the office, all pointing and laughing at him.
In less than half a day, the news spread throughout the company, and almost everyone knew that he was mentally ill.
Some things seem to have passed, but when you really think about them, you find that the humiliation and hatred at that time have long been engraved into your bones, and broke out at some moment when your thoughts wander.
"That's not necessarily true..."
The words were spoken softly, with a hint of self-mockery, and only Yu Zechuan himself could hear them.
The distance from the supermarket to the apartment was too short. Before I knew it, I had already reached my home. Lu Yan handed the shopping bag to Yu Zechuan. Then, he suddenly remembered something and took out a bar of dark chocolate from his bag and handed it to him: "I heard that eating some sweets can make you feel better. I don't know if it's true. You didn't eat my fruit last time, so I'll treat you to a bar of chocolate, right?"
His voice was gentle, and he didn't mind at all that Yu Zechuan threw his fruit. His temper was unbelievably good.
Yu Zechuan was stunned for a moment when he saw the dark chocolate: "For me?"
Lu Yan asked back: "Is there a third person here?"
When he saw that Yu Zechuan didn't reach out, he stuffed the chocolate into his pocket and said, "I'm going home first."
Lu Yan walked to the door, lowered his head and pressed the combination locks one by one, just wanting to go home quickly, but a deep voice suddenly sounded behind him, which frightened him:
"I don't think I know your name yet?"
Yu Zechuan stood behind Lu Yan, and his voice echoed in the silent corridor, inexplicably seeming deep and unfathomable.
“…”
Lu Yan didn't say anything, and his hand dropped down to enter the password. In just a few seconds, he could clearly feel drops of cold sweat on his back, slowly flowing through his skin and bringing a slight itch.
The heartbeat was deafening.
Lu Yan gripped the door handle tightly, and let it go after a second. He turned to face Yu Zechuan, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with interest: "Why are you asking my name?"
Without waiting for Yu Zechuan to answer, he suddenly took a step forward and pushed him into a dark and narrow corner. Yu Zechuan's face changed slightly, and he had to step back, sticking closely to the wall, obviously not expecting Lu Yan's action.
Lu Yan was too tall, and when he approached, he felt very oppressive, casting a large shadow in front of his eyes. When he was close to him, Yu Zechuan could even smell the faint scent of laundry detergent on his clothes.
This distance was too close, far beyond the safety line between strangers. If it was in prison, it would be even more terrifying. Yu Zechuan's body tensed up instantly, entering a state of high alert, but an especially lazy voice rang in his ears:
"You are not..."
Lu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at Yu Zechuan, deliberately dragging out his voice, pronouncing each word extremely slowly and vaguely, injecting countless ambiguities into this joking remark:
"Could it be that you have taken a fancy to me?"
These words suddenly hit Yu Zechuan, and landed on his heart with a loud bang, shocking him completely. He reacted and subconsciously looked at Lu Yan, but saw that the man was looking at him intently with his eyes downcast. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, like the fluttering of butterfly wings, but it could not hide the smile hidden in them.
Damn this man!
The tongue should be removed too!
Yu Zechuan was so angry that his fingertips were shaking. Countless cruel and violent thoughts flashed through his mind, but none of them were enough to offset the offense brought by the words just now. He grabbed Lu Yan's collar and tightened his strength to force him to look at him:
"Fancy you?"
Yu Zechuan let out a lazy laugh and said to Lu Yan in a deep voice, "Do you know that those who I like never have a good ending?"
“…”
Lu Yan knew that it was best for him to remain silent at this moment, but he still couldn't help but ask: "Why?"
#His damn curiosity#
Yu Zechuan didn't hold a knife in his hand, but when his cold, slender fingertips slowly slid across Adam's apple and chest, the trembling and murderous intent he brought were no less than any blade, and his voice was low:
"Because, the things I like can only be mine, and no one else can touch them..."
"Whoever touches it will die..."
This sentence is particularly strong. Yu Zechuan's childhood experience made him unable to get complete love from his father and mother. The lack of family affection and friendship made his possessiveness far beyond that of ordinary people:
"I have to know everything he does, where he goes, and who he knows, but if he betrays me..."
Yu Zechuan stopped talking instead. He didn't know if he was thinking of Jiang Boyun. His face changed from gloomy to bright, and his chest rose and fell slightly. Every breath he took would take away the little air he had left, and all that was left was suffocation.
a long time.
Yu Zechuan's calm voice echoed softly in the air, with a hint of cruelty that had not yet faded away:
"You don't want to know what happened to him..."
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