Chapter 27 He Never Can't Be Himself

People are really irrational when they are angry. After Yan Zhuo ran out of the hotel, he wandered outside for a long time, and he didn't know where he was. He took out his phone to check the time, but when he touched it, the phone disappeared.

It's not wrong to say that when people are unlucky, they drink cold water and stick their teeth between their teeth. He suddenly thought of the Japanese melon man who bumped into him in the auditorium, and scolded, "Grass."

This is different from the bustling and bustling next to the hotel. This is a wasteland near the hotel. It is thick and silent, and it is dark. There are only a few dilapidated low and dilapidated houses lined up. There are also some abstract skulls painted on the outer walls. Very cautious.

However, Yan Zhuo was not in the mood to care about this at the moment. He found a random step and sat down with his head down, feeling empty in his heart.

He shouldn't have said that Song Yan was mean, and he didn't just know Song Yan for a day. He actually knew very well what kind of character Song Yan was.

And even if...

Yan Zhuonao made up a picture of an old lover meeting the sky and thunder and fire,

Then laugh at himself.

Even if someone's old relationship rekindles, it's none of your business. Song Yan is a straight man. Could it be that you really thought he could like you.

The reasoning is understood, but it is too difficult to implement. When he got close to Song Delay, he couldn't help but get closer and closer.

Yan Zhuo buried his head between his legs and wrapped his arms around himself, which was a very insecure behavior.

He is very insecure now, very flustered.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Zhuo slowly raised his head. At this time, the sky was completely dark, and only the buildings in the distance exuded faint lights. Afraid of freezing to death outside, he was about to get up and go back to the hotel when suddenly there was a clutter of walking from far to near.

His hair stood up instantly. Is there anyone else in this broken place? ?

He didn't dare to think about it, Yan Zhuo walked quickly, for fear of encountering something he shouldn't see. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the hotel, he was blocked by someone as he passed a bare grove full of snow.

The person standing in his way was a man who had just finished urinating in the woods and was still wandering around.

The man had a strong back, and he was wearing a thick down jacket. It could be seen that he was holding up to his stomach, at least 200 pounds. His body smelled of wine, and it stinks.

Yan Zhuo gently put down half of his heart, but fortunately he was just a drunk, not a ghost. The other half's heart hangs high again, this drunk is not good.

The drunkard squinted his eyes, and stood quite steady. He looked at Yan Zhuo and said, "Hey! What a lovely girl."

"..."

"How about playing with me?"

"..."

Yan Zhuo bit his back molars and played with your mother.

Drunkenness really makes people look ugly, disgusting people are even more disgusting, and the other side of things that they usually dare not do and dare not show will be released while drinking.

He hated people like that the most in his life.

Yan Zhuo frowned in disgust, and wanted to walk around the other side. The other party made a stronger movement at this time, he stretched out his arm and hugged Yan Zhuo suddenly.

A fat man of 200 jin has super strong hands. Yan Zhuo was almost injured by him. After coughing twice, he gritted his teeth and kicked the opponent's thigh: "You let go, I'm not a little girl."

I don't know if it was the winter wrapping tightly, or the man who was stubborn and beaten, but he didn't react at all, and still hugged Yan Zhuo tightly.

The foul-smelling smell of alcohol penetrated into his nose, and the man was still wheezing in his ear, like a boar in rut. Feeling humiliated by being shackled to death.

Too embarrassed.

"Go away." Yan Zhuo roared, pushing him away with all his strength, and punched the man directly in the face with his right hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhly

The drunk jumped up from behind him, Yan Zhuo was thrown to the ground, and he had arms to support him so he wouldn't hit his head.

"What are you...what do you want to do?"

Yan Zhuo almost jumped out these words from the gap between his teeth. The person on his body was so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

Yan Zhuo didn't understand what the drunk man was saying, he just thought that if he didn't get up again, he would die here.

He clenched his fists with both hands, took a breath, and turned over to lift the weight of the opponent's body.

"call……"

After doing all this, Yan Zhuo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Look, how ridiculous, it's minus ten degrees now.

He glanced at the dead pig lying on the side and fell asleep in an instant, thinking it was absurd.

It's been a really bad day. It was so bad that he even thought that no one would believe it.

There were footsteps suddenly heard in the distance, and someone shouted, "Yan Zhuo?"

Yan Zhuo was stunned, and suddenly sat up from the ground. He struggled to get up, and when he took a step, someone grabbed the leg of his trousers.

The dead pig woke up again at some point, and came to mess with him in a daze. Yan Zhuo twitched his left foot, the movement was too large, and his right foot stepped on a bump on the ground and was tripped.

pain.

It hurts.

But he didn't want Song Yan to know what just happened.

Yan Zhuo endured the pain and walked forward with his left foot.

"I'm here," he shouted.

I don't know how Song Yan found this place, and how long it took.

In short, the moment Yan Zhuo saw him, he was suddenly aggrieved to death, and then the overwhelming sadness and anger swept through the sky. come out.

Grass, she's really a fucking little girl. Yan Zhuo thought.

He didn't want to be hypocritical, and he didn't want to cry, but he couldn't help it. Seeing Song Yan, the lacrimal glands were opened, and they were gurgling down.

Song Yan probably didn't expect such a situation when he found Yan Zhuo, let alone...the other party would cry, and cry...so forbearance. Sighing, a look of helplessness flashed across Song Yan's face, and he said, "I didn't bring any paper."