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Too treacherous, too cunning!
Gu Yaoyang tapped the table three times with his slender fingers and stopped.
Lin Yuyan gave up the struggle completely, thinking that he knew it, even the two times he had been fooled before, he knew it.
"Old...husband." He murmured immediately, trying to ease the atmosphere, but the world turned around, and he realized that he was already lying on Gu Yaoyang's shoulder.
Gu Yaoyang directly carried him up and walked upstairs.
Lin Yuyan was flustered and tried to explain: "It's really okay there. Since the park has been opened to the outside world, it means that there are enough security aspects."
Gu Yaoyang said indifferently: "When the accident happened before, didn't it open to the outside world?"
"But, maybe at that time, the safety awareness of the person in charge of the scenic spot was not perfect, but now it's all right, and the place where the landslide once was blocked..."
"I just want to ask you one thing." Gu Yaoyang interrupted him and said solemnly: "If the landslide happens again, you just happened to have an accident in that place."
"What are you going to tell me to do?"
"Then, there should only be a one in ten thousand possibility..."
"Do you think I can afford this one in ten thousand possibility?"
"Iā¦ā¦"
"Lin Yuyan."
Gu Yaoyang said, "Aren't you still clear about your status in my heart?"
"Clear, clear."
"Since it's clear, why are you still doing these things that hurt me?"
"I..." Lin Yuyan was at a loss for words, and said with some guilt, "Yes, I'm sorry."
Gu Yaoyang ignored him and walked to the bedroom step by step. Lin Yuyan was completely panicked, turned his head and begged for mercy in a low voice: "Husband, I'm sorry, I know I'm wrong, I really know I'm wrong, take it easy, take it easy this time, I I have class on Monday..."
With a "bang", the bedroom door was closed, and Lin Yuyan's crying did not stop, but intensified.
Chapter 53
Eight years is not short, enough for a city, a street, and a person to undergo earth-shaking changes.
Wenchang Street, which was not well-known and was not even clearly marked on the map back then, has long since become Xicheng New District. The shanty towns of the simple buildings have also been demolished and rebuilt, and turned into beautiful small houses. The residents have changed from batch to batch, and the rumors of crimes surrounding them have all been forgotten as time goes by.
It shouldn't be said to be forgotten, but the people who cared about those things have grown up slowly. Zhuo Hang spent 3,000 yuan to buy the forum account, and because the moderator has not updated Wenchang Anecdote for a long time, so called it. floated. The last post was that the boss took the rich daughter away to another country, and don't know if can see the ending in life.
"I'm going back next month, where do you live now?" Zhuo Hang has been developing abroad for years. He worked hard for that senior sister, and even lost the game and had a good career. He and Lin Yuyan separated that year and never saw each other again. If it hadn't been for the occasional video chat, they probably would have forgotten what each other looked like.
Lin Yuyan went out to recruit students today. He set up two tables in the newly built square in Wenchang District. He was holding a pen between the phone and smearing on the white advertising cloth. He replied: "Central area, when you come back, say in advance, I'll pick you up."
"Okay." Just as Zhuo Hang was about to hang up, he heard Lin Yuyan's hoarse voice and asked, "Why is your voice hoarse again? A painting teacher doesn't have to yell at students every day, right?"
The outside wind blew, making Lin Yuyan's face a little red, he made an excuse and hung up the phone.
The weather in May started to get hot, so Lin Yuyan was uncharacteristically and put on a hooded tunic. Usually, the zipper was only pulled halfway, but this time he poked it directly to the top, but still did not block the ambiguous red spot on his chin.
You don't need to think about it and know it's man-made. There is still a large area under the clothes. It is estimated that you can't wear short sleeves for two weeks, so you have to cover it like this.
"Mr. Lin? Why don't you sit down?"
Today, I came here with Lin Yuyan to recruit students. There is also a teacher Xu, who was recruited in the early days of the studio's establishment. He is in his twenties and has just graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts. Mr. Xu is young and energetic. He thought he could become a world-famous painter after graduation. Anyone who wants to graduate will be unemployed. He has been working at home for a year and a half. After three days of instant noodles, I still came out looking for a job in dismay. Most art students may be in a situation like Mr. Xu. Lin Yuyan also wanted to become a famous painter like Mr. Zeng, but Mr. Zeng did not become famous until he was in his thirties. He is only twenty-six years old now. Not as good as Mr. Zeng's artistic talent, there is still a long way to go.
Although he has not become a great painter, Lin Yuyan is very satisfied now that he can continue to do the work he likes.
Gu Yaoyang never cared about him in terms of his career, and he just turned the world upside down. It would be better if other aspects were relaxed. Lin Yuyan walked to the table with his waist, thanked Mr. Xu, and said awkwardly, "I won't sit down for now, I'll stand for a break."
He has been standing for three consecutive days, and every night he sleeps on Gu Yaoyang's body, not daring to lie down.
It was four o'clock in the afternoon, when people came and went in the square. Many elderly people take their grandchildren and granddaughters out for a walk. When passing by the table, they will take two leaflets to look at. Some will ask about the specific situation and ask for contact information by the way. Lin Yuyan was sorting through the messed up leaflets, and suddenly a black and thin hand stretched out, and when he looked up, the hand shrank back again.
It was a boy in school uniform with messy hair, fourteen or fifteen years old, and his face was a little dirty.
Lin Yuyan looked at him for a few seconds, then picked up a flyer and handed it to him. The boy was about to pick it up when he saw a fat and strong man running from a distance, roaring fiercely: "You bastard, put it down! I said it all! I don't have the money to learn how to draw, let me go!" The voice fell, and the man had already run over and grabbed the boy's schoolbag belt.
The boy struggled desperately, staring at the flyer in Lin Yuyan's hand. He looked very stubborn, no matter how the strong man dragged him, he wouldn't go, even being dragged to the ground, he still wanted to crawl back.