Chapter 23 Tricks
Yu Zechuan fell completely silent after he finished speaking. He leaned against the wall behind him, staring at Lu Yan with a half-smile, and a chill spread silently. It was a look of looking at prey, and in a trance, it made people feel as if he really had his eyes on the man in front of him.
Unfortunately, Lu Yan did not react. He was originally listening to Yu Zechuan's story with a serious and nervous mood, but later on, he suddenly felt for no reason, "Ah, so that's all."
After all, it is normal to report your whereabouts to your partner when you are in a relationship. Although it is a bit of an invasion of privacy and freedom, Lu Yan feels that it is nothing compared to being stabbed to death.
I felt a little funny:
"Then you must be very jealous when you are in love."
Lu Yanyu straightened up, took a step back and loosened his grip on Yu Zechuan. He raised his hand to straighten his wrinkled collar, his slender bony fingertips slightly bent, and the blue veins on the back of his hand could be faintly seen. He suddenly changed the subject:
"But you'd better not fall for me. I'm most afraid of jealous people."
It seemed that he would not stop until Yu Zechuan was pissed off to death.
Yu Zechuan was furious when he heard this: "You!"
However, Lu Yan had already quickly pressed the combination lock and slipped into the room, moving faster than a rabbit. With a light "bang", Yu Zechuan finally smashed his fist on the door in hatred.
Yu Zechuan remembered that he had not yet transferred the money for the kitchen knife to Lu Yan, and gritted his teeth and said, "Come out!"
He doesn't like to owe favors to others.
Lu Yan hid behind the door, thinking that he was stupid to go out, and raised his voice slightly and said, "Let's talk about it next time. It's getting late, I'm going to sleep first."
He bolted the door before he went into the room. Yu Zechuan stood outside, choking with anger, and pounded on the door, then picked up the shopping bag on the ground and went home.
The pot of purple Patchouli on the balcony is quietly placed in front of the French window, looking particularly mysterious in the night.
Yu Zechuan turned on the light and walked over. He was still a little upset about Lu Yan's almost teasing words just now. His face was gloomy, and he was about to throw the pot of flowers into the trash can. However, when he reached out and touched it, he touched the dry and brittle leaves, and realized that the flower was already dead.
This pot of Patchouli actually blooms in obscurity. The flowers are only the size of soybeans and are crowded together. The petals look a bit like daisies and a bit like hair balls. They are hidden in the dense leaves and cannot be seen at all without careful observation.
Yu Zechuan had never watered it, and had never let it see the sun. Now that he finally remembered to throw it away, he discovered that the flower had already withered and died quietly in a corner where no one had noticed it.
He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a little helpless.
It feels like I have done something wrong, like I have let someone down.
Yu Zechuan subconsciously got up and went to the kitchen to get some water, then quickly returned to the flowerpot and poured it into it, trying to save something with a clumsy and unsystematic move. However, until the water inside was so much that it overflowed, the flower still looked lifeless.
Even a leaf fell off.
Yu Zechuan pursed his lips unconsciously. He saw with his own eyes a pool of yellow-brown water mixed with mud slowly overflowing from the hole under the flowerpot, staining the light gray tile floor, and finally realized that the flower in the pot might really be dead.
Across the wall, Lu Yan, who was eavesdropping, suddenly felt like there was water in his ears, and a burst of piercing and blasting sounds came from his earphones. He sat up from the bed as if he had received an electric shock, and quickly took off his earphones, frowning, and whispered to himself, "Could Yu Zechuan have discovered something?"
This conjecture is somewhat scary and may be directly related to how Lu Yan died.
Lu Yan tentatively put on his headphones again, but this time there was no unusual sound, and it was so quiet that it made him uncomfortable. He felt uneasy and almost wanted to rush to the next door to see what was going on, but reason still stopped his impulse.
After the rain stopped, a bright moon appeared behind the clouds, and the paulownia tree dropped dead leaves to the ground. Today was destined to be a sleepless night.
Yu Zechuan hardly slept the entire night. He curled up on the sofa, his eyelids drooping lazily, his gaze always unconsciously drifting towards the pot of dead flowers on the windowsill. This was one of the few times in his life that he had received kindness from others.
It was indeed a terrible thing to be immersed in despair for too long. Any spark was hot to him.
Yu Zechuan closed his eyes and decided to throw away the flowers after dawn. Dead things should not be kept.
The next morning, Yu Zechuan found a plastic bag and put the flower in it, preparing to go downstairs to throw it away. Unexpectedly, he almost bumped into someone as he opened the door. As the other person approached, the faint scent of laundry detergent filled his nose all of a sudden. A smiling voice rang above his head: "Hey, it's you, what a coincidence."
Yu Zechuan looked up and saw that it was Lu Yan. He thought of the withered flowers in his bag, and his heart suddenly jumped. He hid behind himself subconsciously and said "hmm" without any emotion: "What a coincidence."
He responded for the first time, although his tone was still cold.
Lu Yan waited for Yu Zechuan for the whole morning and finally caught him. He took a casual glance and suddenly found that the black garbage bag in the other person's hand was a bit strange in shape and looked heavy. His heart skipped a beat and he guessed something.
Why did Yu Zechuan throw away this pot of flowers for no reason?
Lu Yan felt even more frightened. He lowered his eyes slightly, trying to observe some clues from Yu Zechuan's face, but because the other party was wearing a mask, he could not see anything.
Lu Yan smiled and asked tentatively: "Are you going downstairs to take out the trash?"
Yu Zechuan inexplicably didn't want Lu Yan to know that he had killed the flower, so he frowned and said "hmm" perfunctorily.
He quickly brushed past Lu Yan's shoulder as he finished speaking, walked outside and pressed the elevator button, but he didn't expect the man behind him to follow him with his long legs. His eyes outside the mask were smiling, and he put his hands together and said, "Are you angry with me?"
"I was wrong yesterday. I apologize to you. Can you please forgive me?"
The feeling of being able to make someone who deserves a beating admit his mistake on his own initiative is something that most people cannot understand.
Yu Zechuan walked into the elevator, and finally raised his eyelids to look at Lu Yan after hearing this: "Wrong? What's wrong with you?"
He still remembered that Lu Yan said yesterday that he was jealous and told him not to fall in love with him, as if he was a ferocious beast and he should avoid him as much as possible. Yu Zechuan held his anger and waited for his explanation.
Lu Yan stood behind and said honestly: "I shouldn't have rejected your kindness."
Yu Zechuan: “?”
Lu Yan: "If you really like me, I should feel honored and should not reject you like I did yesterday."
Yu Zechuan: “???”
To sum up the above.
Lu Yan said sincerely: "I was wrong, please forgive me."
It was obvious that he didn't come here to apologize, but to cause trouble.
Yu Zechuan tried to hold back, but in the end he couldn't hold back any longer. He slowly clenched his hands hanging by his side, and suddenly gave Lu Yan a sharp elbow, causing him to stagger back half a step. He warned in a deep voice: "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll punch you in the face next time!"
He hit her very skillfully, pushing more than hitting. Lu Yan held his stomach and took half a step back, not feeling much pain.
Then Lu Yan knew that Yu Zechuan had not discovered the eavesdropping device in the flowerpot, nor his identity. He rubbed his belly and laughed:
"Hey, you're so fierce and unpopular."
Yu Zechuan sneered disdainfully: "I don't need other people's likes."
He has always been unpopular, from childhood to adulthood.
At this time, the elevator just reached the first floor. Yu Zechuan walked out directly with the garbage bag, leaving him behind in a daze.
Just as Lu Yan lowered his head and wondered whether he should follow to see what was going on, he suddenly saw a pair of black lace-up sneakers in his sight.
Yu Zechuan went and came back, frowning as he handed the phone screen to Lu Yan, his eyes full of impatience: "Add me as a friend, and I'll transfer the money I bought yesterday to you."
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, then he politely declined: "No, it's just a few dozen yuan."
Yu Zechuan stared at him suspiciously: "Will you join me?"
Lu Yan: “…”
Lu Yan had no choice but to take out his phone to scan the code. The two added each other as friends. Yu Zechuan typed in his name and was about to add a note for Lu Yan when he remembered that he didn't know his name yet: "What's your name?"
Lu Yan was silent for a moment: "My name is..."
Yu Zechuan: "What's your name?"
Lu Yan's mind raced, remembering how he had lied in the previous two games and got himself into a terrible mess. He tried to hold it in for a long time before finally uttering two words: "Ah... Yan, the Yan in which longevity is prolonged."
Yu Zechuan frowned: "No more?"
What’s your last name?
Lu Yan put his hands in his coat pockets and lowered his head in a shy manner: "If you don't like this name, you can also call me Yanyan~ My friends around me all call me that."
Yu Zechuan: “…”
Yu Zechuan turned around and left. He was afraid that Lu Yan would annoy him if he stayed any longer.
Worried about arousing suspicion, Lu Yan pretended to go to the convenience store downstairs to buy oden. Through the translucent glass window, he saw Yu Zechuan throwing away the garbage and leaving from a distance. After a while, he walked to the trash can to check the situation.
Through the half-open bag, it is not difficult to see that there is a pot of dry and yellow flowers inside. The leaves are wilted and yellow due to lack of water, and only the stems are left.
It turned out that it was dead.
Lu Yan stood there, thinking. He didn't know what he remembered, so he walked to the roadside and stopped a taxi. He opened the door and sat in the back seat, saying to the driver, "Master, thank you for going to the nearest flower shop."
The master glanced at Lu Yan from the rearview mirror and saw that he was a young man wearing a mask. He wondered who would buy flowers so early in the morning, so he started the car and said, "Young man, are you buying flowers for your girlfriend?"
Lu Yan didn't want to explain too much, so Xiaoxiao didn't answer.
Not long after, the phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. It was a transfer message. Lu Yan took a look and found that it was from Yu Zechuan. He turned off the phone again and did not receive it.
Yu Zechuan's life was the same every day. One afternoon, he was sitting in front of his computer working when there was a sudden knock on the door. His hands that were tapping the keyboard paused.
“Dudududu——”
There was another knock on the door, this time very clear.
Yu Zechuan frowned, wondering who would suddenly come to see him. He pulled out a chair, stood up and walked to the door, leaving a small crack in the door, with a wary look: "Who?"
"It's me."
Lu Yan stood outside the door and greeted us. He was holding a bag, but I didn't know what it was. His eyes, which were exposed outside the mask, were smiling, which reminded people of the bright fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the night sky.
When Yu Zechuan saw it was him, he was stunned for a moment: "It's you?"
The fingertips holding the door handle unconsciously relaxed, and the tightly closed door gap slowly opened due to the force, allowing a line of warm yellow corridor light to shine through from outside.
Lu Yan nodded, and suddenly asked without context, "Did you kill the pot of Patchouli I gave you?"
Yu Zechuan paused: "..."
I knew that this guy coming to my house suddenly was up to no good, it turns out he was here to settle a score.
Yu Zechuan would not admit his mistakes, especially since he thought he was right. Lu Yan insisted on giving him the flower, and he didn't want it. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "So what if it dies?"
Does Lu Yan still want to fight with him?
Obviously, Lu Yan didn't want to fight. He took out a flower pot from his bag and handed it to Yu Zechuan, saying, "I thought about it and found that Patchouli are indeed difficult to grow. In addition, I accidentally made you angry yesterday. To express my apology, I went to buy a new pot today."
New?
Yu Zechuan looked over and saw that what Lu Yan was holding was actually a pot of green cactus with a small yellow flower on the top. It looked ugly. His expression changed several times and he looked a little unpleasant: "You call a cactus a flower?"
Lu Yan lowered his head and touched the small yellow flower on the top of the cactus, wondering, "This is a flower, it's blooming."
It can bloom and is easy to grow, how great.
"you……"
Yu Zechuan was about to say something when his cell phone in his pants pocket suddenly rang, indicating that someone was calling. He had no choice but to stop talking and turned his back to Lu Yan to answer the call: "Hello?"
The person who called was Xue Jin: "Hey, I just got off work, I'll bring you some food on the way."
Yu Zechuan glanced at the time on his wrist: "No, I ate today."
Xue Jin teased, "You only eat one meal a day, right? Don't starve yourself to death before you accomplish your great cause. Besides, I need the island propaganda plan today. Jiang Boyun will go to Dingyou to discuss cooperation tomorrow."
Yu Zechuan had no choice but to say, "Then come over here."
Xue Jin: "I'm almost downstairs at your house, ten minutes, just park the car and go upstairs."
Lu Yan was standing outside the door, and was shocked when he heard the words. Although Yu Zechuan did not mention anyone by name, the other party has always been a loner, and the only person who could come to this apartment to deliver meals to him is Xue Jin.
Unlike Yu Zechuan who knew nothing, Xue Jin had actually seen the original body with his own eyes, and knew everything about the original body and Jiang Boyun. If they ran into each other, he would most likely be recognized.
Xue Jin is the idiot. Lu Yan was badly cheated by his shredded pork with green pepper and matcha cake in the last game. No matter what he says, he can't lose to him this time.
In just a few seconds, countless thoughts flashed through Lu Yan's mind. When he saw Yu Zechuan hang up the phone, he smiled and handed the cactus over to him: "Take it. Your room is too dull. Seeing more green is good for your eyes."
Yu Zechuan was disgusted: "I don't like raising pets."
Lu Yan said patiently: "You don't have to water it, just put it next to the computer."
Without waiting for Yu Zechuan's reply, he stuffed the cactus into Yu Zechuan's hands and turned back home, so as not to be late and bump into Xue Jin.
Yu Zechuan was a little slow to refuse, and was forced to accept the palm-sized cactus. He watched Lu Yan leave, lowered his head and touched the thorns on it, which were sharp and prickly, but the flower on the top was trembling, reaching another extreme of fragility.
Yu Zechuan was a little absent-minded, and no one knew what he was thinking about.
On the other side, Lu Yan sat at his computer desk and turned on the monitoring equipment. He put on his headphones, closed his eyes and listened carefully to the noise next door, tapping his fingertips on the desk from time to time, afraid that he would miss any information.
Based on what Yu Zechuan said before his death in the previous game, Lu Yan could infer that Xue Jin copied the evidence from Jiang Boyun's computer at the end of the month. It was only the beginning of the month now, so there was no need to worry too much.
But Lu Yan was well aware of the power of the Butterfly Effect. He had made too many changes at the beginning of this life. If any detail affected the general direction, it would pose a threat to his life, so he did not dare to take it lightly.
Eight minutes after Lu Yan left, Xue Jin took the elevator upstairs. He walked to the door of Yu Zechuan's house with his lunch bag, entered the house with a skilled password, and closed the door behind him.
"It's rare that the rain stopped for a while today, but the roads are still quite congested."
Yu Zechuan was sitting on the sofa, still observing the palm-sized cactus. When he heard Xue Jin's voice, he said casually without even raising his head, "I told you not to come over here a long time ago."
"That won't do. I'm afraid you'll starve to death. If Annie hadn't asked me to bring you some food, do you really think I would want to come over?"
Xue Jin placed the paper bag in his hand on the table and took out the lunch boxes one by one: "Matcha mousse, shredded pork with green peppers, shredded potatoes, pork rib soup..."
Yu Zechuan interrupted and said, "Don't count, these are all your favorites."
Xue Jin adjusted his glasses and said, "I wanted to bring you something you like, but you are not picky about food. Annie really likes the matcha cake from that dessert shop, so she asked me to bring you one."
"Besides, shredded pork with green peppers is so delicious that I can eat three bowls of rice with it."
Yu Zechuan didn't like many things, but he hated a lot of things. He opened the pork chop soup and took a sip, then said to Xue Jin, "It's enough for me to drink the soup, you can eat the rest. I don't like sweets, so don't bring me any next time."
"I'll eat if I want. I just got off work and I'm hungry."
Xue Jin was not polite either. He sat on the sofa and started eating with the bowl in his hand. He picked up a piece of shredded pork and green pepper with chopsticks and suddenly frowned while chewing: "Pah, why is this plate of green pepper so bitter? Is it bad? It was bad the last time I ate it, why is it bad again this time?"
Yu Zechuan glanced at it and said, "Don't eat it if it's bad."
Xue Jin: "Forget it, the meat tastes okay, pick it out and eat it, don't waste it."
When Xue Jin was studying abroad, the Yu family gave him enough support, but he was extremely frugal. Like most international students from ordinary families, he worked part-time on weekends. As long as a meal was not spoiled, he would reheat it seven or eight times.
Yu Zechuan watched quietly for a moment, and suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was about to drag down another person with a bright future.
Yu Zechuan: "Xue Jin."
Xue Jin: "What's wrong?"
Yu Zechuan wanted to smoke, but he touched his pocket and held back: "Don't interfere with what happens next."
Xue Jin paused while eating, then returned to normal: "We'll talk about it later. By the way, I've been checking the accounts from that year. Jiang Boyun was on a business trip two days ago, and I almost figured out his password..."
“Buzz——!”
A sudden incoming call rang, interrupting Xue Jin's words. He subconsciously looked at the phone on the coffee table and asked in confusion: "Zechuan, who called you on WeChat?"
He was sharp-eyed and noticed that the caller ID note was a person named "Ayan".
"You don't know him."
Yu Zechuan didn't explain. He picked up his phone and went straight to the balcony to answer the call. It was unknown what they talked about. Xue Jin only saw Yu Zechuan's face suddenly change. He turned around and walked out, hurriedly saying:
"I have to go out for something urgent. You should eat first. The plan is saved in the USB drive. Remember to copy it later!"
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