Chapter 6 Rainy Night
Today is the anniversary of the death of Mr. Yu. When the company ran into problems, he died of a heart attack and was buried in a suburban cemetery. Yu Zechuan has been in prison for the past five years, and I don't think anyone would go to pay tribute to a person who has been dead for a long time on his behalf.
Yu Zechuan rushed to the suburban cemetery, opened the car door and got out, then took out a bunch of flowers from the back seat. He didn't want to reveal his identity, so he quietly entered the cemetery wearing a cap and a mask. The elderly security guard dozed off in the guardhouse and didn't notice this scene.
There were people weeding and sweeping the cemetery regularly, but it looked increasingly deserted and desolate. Yu Zechuan found the tombstone of Yu's father, bent down and placed the flowers in front of the tomb. He stared at the kind black-and-white photo on it, and finally bent his knees and knelt on the ground.
This was his first worship in five years.
Yu Zechuan moved his lips silently and uttered two long-lost words: "Grandpa..."
It was rainy in autumn, and the rain chilled even the bones, but Yu Zechuan remained indifferent. He reached out and touched the cold stone tablet, then slowly lowered his head. There was no crying or despair, only a silence lonelier than the night.
"Grandpa, do you still recognize me?"
"Xue Jin said that I am different from before. I am really worried that you won't recognize me."
Yu Zechuan slowly stroked the scar on his face. It was caused by the beatings from the prisoners in prison. They originally wanted to attack his eyes, but he narrowly avoided it. Then they scratched him directly from his temple to his cheek, which seemed to have cut short his life.
Although Yu Zechuan was sent to the hospital, the wound became inflamed and penetrated his mouth, and he was still in so much pain that he couldn't sleep all night. He wanted to cry, but he didn't know why he couldn't cry. He could only stare at the ceiling with bloodshot eyes night after night. It was not until he came to the cemetery today that he finally understood the reason.
"After you die, no one will care about me."
It was as if something was blocking my heart, making it difficult for me to breathe. Yu Zechuan closed his eyes, leaned against the cold tombstone, pinched his palm with his fingertips, and uttered a sentence calmly:
"Jiang Boyun will go to hell."
"Grandpa, I will go down, and so will he."
He made the most poisonous oath of his life, determined to end this debt with blood.
The sky was overcast, thunder rumbled, and raindrops fell on the windows, making a noisy sound. Occasionally, a flash of lightning would flash across the room, illuminating it as bright as day, making it seem even more dead.
Lu Yan was tied to a chair and looked out the window. He could only feel the cold night air. "It's been four hours. Why hasn't Yu Zechuan come back yet?"
Xue Jin was sitting on the sofa working on his computer. Hearing this, he opened his phone and checked the time: "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?"
Lu Yan thought to himself that he was not in a hurry, but he could not help but feel his eyelids drooping, so he kindly offered a suggestion: "How about you untie me, lock me in the room and let me sleep, and you sit outside and continue to wait for him?"
"You wish," Xue Jin obviously didn't have such kind intentions, "If I don't sleep, you can't sleep either."
He closed his computer and looked up at Lu Yan: "Don't you like him? Why can't you wait for a few hours? You must be acting."
Lu Yan pretended not to understand the probing tone in his words and said with a half-smile, "I really like him. Have you ever seen anyone act as sincerely as I do?"
Xue Jin laughed. His romantic temperament was very similar to Lu Yan's. This meant that he was different from Yu Zechuan and was a veteran in the romantic world. "Just lie to Zechuan with these words, don't lie to me. I know everything about you and Jiang Boyun. I didn't point it out just because I was too lazy to say it, but it doesn't mean I'm stupid."
"I advise you not to play any tricks, otherwise Zechuan won't have to do anything, I will kill you first."
Xue Jin is a gentle man, and he speaks slowly and calmly when he makes threats, but his words do not make people doubt the truthfulness of them.
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Who are you to Yu Zechuan? Does my relationship with him have anything to do with you?"
A dog catching a mouse is meddling in other people's business.
Xue Jin choked: "I am him..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the sound of a combination lock. Lu Yan was anxious. He was almost able to figure out Xue Jin's identity. He asked, "Who are you to him?"
Xue Jin ignored him, because the next second Yu Zechuan pushed the door open and walked in. He was soaked by the rain, his clothes were tightly attached to his skin, and the dim yellow light in the room did not add any warmth to his cold face.
Lu Yan immediately fell silent.
Yu Zechuan took off his shoes at the entrance and his black wet jacket and threw it in the bathroom, which made the lines of his muscles more obvious. There were two or three crisscrossing scars on his exposed arms, which gave people a glimpse of his past in prison.
Xue Jin stepped forward and asked, "How was it? Did you have a smooth journey?"
He seemed to know what Yu Zechuan was going to do.
Yu Zechuan hummed and wiped his hair with a towel: "Thank you for your hard work today."
"It's not that hard. It doesn't matter where you sit. It's getting late. I'll go back first."
This was a single apartment, and there was no extra room for Xue Jin to sleep in. He packed his computer bag and left. Before leaving, he glanced at Lu Yan who was tied to a chair, and said to Yu Zechuan in a low voice, "Be careful of that guy named Lu."
Yu Zechuan: “I know.”
"No, you don't."
Xue Jin frowned, stared into Yu Zechuan's eyes, and said meaningfully,
"Yu Zechuan, you can't beat him."
This sentence was too obscure, and Yu Zechuan still couldn't understand the deep meaning until Xue Jin left. He frowned and looked at the man tied to the chair, but saw that he was staring at him with a harmless look.
Lu Yan said in a concerned tone: "You are all wet, go change into clean clothes, otherwise you will get sick."
He did not ask Yu Zechuan to untie him. Instead, he was concerned about the other person's health first. His dark eyes followed Yu Zechuan's steps vaguely. Secret love flowed slowly in the air. No one would doubt his love for this man.
Yu Zechuan hated this kind of look, whether it was from his family or Jiang Boyun, he had been fooled enough. The painful experiences in the past repeatedly reminded Yu Zechuan that love is something more terrible than hate.
"Don't look at me like that."
Yu Zechuan walked up to Lu Yan, lowered his eyes and grasped his chin. His eyes were cold under his hair, and he whispered word by word: "Otherwise I will be tempted to dig out your eyes."
Lu Yan pursed his lips slightly, the crystal lights above him reflected in his eyes, like crushed stars: "Give me a chance to like you, okay?"
Yu Zechuan thought it was ridiculous: "You said you like me, but do you know what I like to eat and what I hate to eat? Do you know what color clothes I like to wear, what color I hate the most, and what kind of people I hate the most?"
The series of questions left Lu Yan silent.
Yu Zechuan curled his lips coldly: "Look, you don't know anything, so what qualifications do you have to say you like me?"
He let go of Lu Yan's chin, not sure if it was out of disappointment or something else. Although he knew that the man in front of him was pretending, when Lu Yan couldn't really answer, he still felt a sense of irony.
Yu Zechuan took a set of clothes and prepared to go into the bathroom to wash up, but a voice suddenly sounded behind him -
"You like to eat matcha flavored cakes, and you hate eating green peppers the most..."
"I like to wear white and light blue shirts, and I don't like bright red or purple..."
"I hate hypocritical liars the most."
Lu Yan spoke very slowly, hiding the uncertainty and hesitation. The tone of each word was deliberately lowered, and even though it was wrapped in the noisy sound of rain outside, it was clearly transmitted to Yu Zechuan's ears.
Yu Zechuan paused when he heard this, and his expression changed. He couldn't help but clench the clothes in his hand, but he didn't look back, but walked straight into the bathroom, and slammed the door heavily, revealing his inner unrest.
"Bang--!"
The sound of gurgling water filled the silence in the room.
A black heart quietly emerged from the air. If it had human features, its eyes would be staring at Lu Yan at this moment: [How do you know?]
Lu Yan leaned back in his chair, feeling as if he had survived a catastrophe. He moved his fingertips slightly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I guessed."
"There was leftover food from lunch on the table. The pork in the green pepper and pork dish had been picked out, but the green pepper hadn't been eaten at all..."
"There's a small piece of matcha cake left in the snack box next to it, and there's also a piece of matcha cake in the meal Xue Jin packed for dinner..."
"He brought those meals to Yu Zechuan, and they must be what Yu Zechuan likes."
In the memories of his original self, Yu Zechuan wore white and blue to work every day. In addition, he had a rather cold personality, so it was no surprise that he would be wrong about the color he hated, which was bright red.
Of course, there is a chance of guessing wrong, but Lu Yan still decided to take a chance.
His bet proved to be a success.
The system suddenly laughed, and no one knew what it was laughing at. The black figure gradually disappeared in the air, leaving behind a meaningful sentence: [I hope you survive...]
Yu Zechuan took a long bath in there, and finally came out half an hour later. At that time, Lu Yan was leaning on a chair, his eyes half closed, looking a little sleepy. When he heard him coming out, he opened his eyes again.
Seeing Yu Zechuan staring at him, Lu Yan smiled at him and said, "Go to sleep. If you are worried, give me another shot."
Look, how much he likes Yu Zechuan and he considers him in every way. Even Jiang Boyun may not be able to do this.
Yu Zechuan never considered Lu Yan a threat. He was obviously tall and strong, with the body of a normal man, but for some reason, he always looked weak and frail, which made Yu Zechuan feel that he could take Lu Yan's life with just a flick of his finger.
Yu Zechuan took out a folding knife from his drawer in front of Lu Yan, walked behind him without saying a word, and asked in a deliberately persuasive tone: "Aren't you afraid of death?"
Lu Yan said calmly: "I'm not afraid."
He is not afraid of death, but he wants to live.
The cold, sharp tip of the knife slowly moved down along the spine, and finally reached Lu Yan's wrist. Yu Zechuan suddenly cut hard, and the rope broke instantly, falling to the ground like a snake.
Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously looked at Yu Zechuan: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away?"
"If you want to die, just run away."
Yu Zechuan grabbed Lu Yan's neck and pushed him directly into the bedroom. Lu Yan once suspected that he wanted to force himself on him, but Yu Zechuan just stood at the door and warned him, "Go to sleep and don't do anything."
After the other party finished speaking, he slammed the door shut. After a moment of silence, the air returned to silence.
Seeing this, Lu Yan smiled, wondering where this "kind-hearted" robber came from, letting the hostages sleep on the bed and sleeping on the sofa himself. However, since Yu Zechuan said so, it means that the other party will not kill him tonight, so he can sleep well in peace.
Lu stretched his body and went to bed without any psychological burden.
Yu Zechuan folded his arms, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa in the living room, but he was not sleepy at all. He had not had a good sleep in the past five years. The long prison life always made him accustomed to maintaining a high level of vigilance. The movement of a needle falling would affect his sensitive and tense brain nerves.
He closed his eyes, saying he was sleeping, but in fact it was more like he was resting.
The clock on the wall turned silently, symbolizing the passage of time. In the second half of the night, Yu Zechuan suddenly developed a high fever, his head was dizzy, and his throat was burning with pain. He was sensitive to the changes in his body, and he forced himself to sit up from the sofa and prepare to pour a glass of water, but suddenly there was a slight knock on the bedroom door:
“Dudududu——”
"Yu Zechuan, are you asleep? I want to go to the bathroom."
Yu Zechuan was stunned for a moment before he realized that it was Lu Yan's voice. He frowned and stood up from the sofa. Suddenly, he felt a strong sense of dizziness and his body swayed uncontrollably, almost falling to the ground.
Yu Zechuan pinched himself hard, and with some effort, he walked to the door. He opened the door with his key, let Lu Yan out, and said in a hoarse and broken voice: "Ten minutes, hurry up!"
Lu Yan had just gotten up from the bed, in a state of confusion where he didn't recognize anyone. He didn't notice anything was wrong when he heard that, and went to the bathroom with his eyes half closed, muttering to himself, "Ten minutes is something that only men who can finish in seconds can do, your brother Lu will need at least two hours."
Yu Zechuan: “…”
Yu Zechuan was so excited that he was in a trance. He didn't have the energy to study Lu Yan's words. He stood at the door without saying a word, waiting for Lu Yan to come out. Most of his body fell into the shadows. The cold air in the living room penetrated his skin, making him feel cold all over. His back was soon soaked with cold sweat.
Lu Yan sobered up a bit after going to the toilet. He remembered that he hadn't showered yet, so he took a quick shower, found disposable toiletries in the bathroom, brushed his teeth and washed his face carefully, and after finishing all this, he walked out of the bathroom with satisfaction.
"You can go back to your room now."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he walked straight towards the bedroom. After taking two steps, he realized that Yu Zechuan hadn't followed him. He turned around and went back to the bathroom door, stretched out his hand and patted him: "Hey, what's wrong with you..."
Before he finished speaking, Yu Zechuan suddenly tilted his body and fell straight into his arms. Lu Yan subconsciously reached out to catch him, only to feel the temperature was scalding hot. A flash of surprise flashed across his eyes: "Yu Zechuan?!"
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