Chapter 122: Big stone broken chest

"Let's go home, then we will be partners."
Li Yan promised that as soon as Lao Qin saw that it was going to be dark, he pushed the door and left.
The door closed halfway, and Lao Qin's face came out again.
"Don't slip away, Ang."
"do not worry."
Li Yan nodded.
The old man knocked the door shut.
After Lao Qin left, Li Yan fell on the bed and shammed for a while.
Deng Zheng's blood-stained face flickered in his mind, and his eyes flickered.
"..."
It has begun in the daytime, and Li Yan can't say what's wrong with it. He feels that he has no energy and always has a feeling of consternation.
As soon as you close your eyes, various horrible pictures will appear in your mind.
Is there too much pressure since entering Yan Fu? Or the sequelae of being killed?
Thieves, smelly lungs, except filth.
Li Yan, who couldn't sleep, sighed. The comic books under the bed Li Yan had been turned upside down. Even the old Dong himself was hiding under the pillow, and the yellow Dragon and Leopard magazine had turned yellow. All over.
He thought for a while, but didn't bother to disturb Dan Niang, but turned on the Walkman.
"What is it, brother?"
"Liang, you still have to rely on you tonight. Let me sing it first, be gentle, just stop peeing and mud."
"Okay, no problem."
Liang Ye agreed very easily.
Li Yan put the Walkman by the pillow, with his hands on his back.
In fact, he didn't have much expectation for Liang Ye. He was bored at night, and Li Yan even made plans to get dirty again.
Liang Ye cleared his throat, and a rhythmic drum rang, a sound of sand bells blowing the leaves with the evening wind, and the moonlight was bright.
Liang Ye's throat became clear at that moment:
The fisherman also wants to continue to be the fisherman
And the harbour has gone,
Fat city, hand him a
Traditional methods to restrain panic
Sell ​​weapons, storms, throats
In exchange for diet ~
In the long trumpet, Li Yan's uneven eyebrows stretched out.
The singing continued, and Liang Ye, the down-aged middle-aged man, now sang a juvenile voice:
Hard moment upside down river
Obese city
Driven ~ all those who refuse to sink
That crazy song sounded again
The guitar fiddles and the keyboard repeats. It was as if a quiet and stunned boy murmured in his ear. He was leaning on a concrete pipe with beer cans, an iron bridge and neon lights at night.
Electric lights ~ off, material change ~ star shift, mud cows enter the sea
Darkness ~ It seems like a big boulder pressed against the chest ~
One-legged ~ Thief, Million-Rich man, Touched ~ Rolled
Darkness ~ It seems like a big boulder pressed against the chest ~
The tune ends in an alternating trumpet and saxophone.
Li Yan's eyes were open, and the words "Three beheaded" in the status bar faded a lot.
"This song is a bit mournful."
Li Yanxun lying on the bed touched the taste, and became silly: "Liang Ye, you are really a bit good."
It was about twenty minutes. Li Yan looked at the clock and was impartial. The pointer reached 11.30.
"Please rush to Dongbeiwang Farm before 12 o'clock."
"Northeast Prosperity?"
"Northeast Wang? I'm familiar."
Liang Ye shouted.
Dongbeiwang, a well-known music village in the 1990s, once enlisted many well-known or unknown bands.
Shucun, Dongbeiwang and Xisanqi brought together many young people who were passionate about pop music.
At the same time, there is also a lively temple fair on the top of Yandu City.
Li Yan stretched his waist, shaking his spirits.
"go."
...
Dongjiaomin Lane.
Yunhu looked at the streetlight with two eyes, and was stunned.
"Fuck you, I sue you, you killed me today, you don't kill me, you, my grandson."
The fat man tied to the ground yelled and yelled. Yun Hu shifted his eyes to him, still those godless eyes.
The fat man swallowed a spit, and the back of his neck was full of cold sweat. He moved his ears and heard footsteps.
A sharp-eyed, sturdy man came over the street, his shadow stretched long.
"Help! Help! There is a lunatic, killer! Killer!"
The fat man shouted and shouted.
The man stepped back slightly and frowned.
He stared at Yunhu, guarded extraordinarily, but secretly focused on the fat man calling for help. My mind goes back and forth.
Yunhu laughed:
"You don't have to think so much. This is not a double reed act. He is not my summoner or ability incarnation. As for being is your opponent. I am an idea like a smoke bomb. You can put it on.
"My inheritance is Kui, not cricket."
The man pursed his lips and asked Xiang Yunhu, "What do you mean by bringing an ordinary person?"
Yun Hu put on a finger tiger, and his eyes covered his eyes: "At night, things that come into contact with the body will be brought into boiling midnight, even if it is a living person."
"Kill you, I have to hurry up and take him somewhere."
The man sneered sneerly, "Rabbit, you're crazy."
In the shadow, Yun Hu showed his white chin.
"……what."
...
Li Yan scratched his scalp, his eyebrows shaking and shaking.
He walked halfway along the map in his head, Liang Yefei said that his path was far away, and took him to turn halfway.
"I said, you have no music?"
"I remember walking this way. I took the Yuntong 118 bus and I was almost there when I saw the West Third Banner."
"It's all this. Where can I get on the bus?"
"That's right, this point is catching up with the last train. How many times have I gone."
Li Yanchao glanced at the intersection, and it really looked like Liang Ye said. A bus was coming slowly. With the sound of steam, the door opened and the driver froze.
Li Yan hesitated for a moment. He remembered a late-night bus spooky incident that spread widely in his own world ...
"It's not night yet, so there should be no trouble. Even if there is, huh."
Li Yan stepped into the car,
He grabbed the handrail and glanced across the rows of empty seats until the end.
The lights were dim, and in the corner of the car, near the window, the two were tired together, and they could not see the age.
Li Yan frowned and stared, took a breath and quickly turned.
...
"Where in the car, hate it."
"What are you afraid of, that's all."
Lao Qin lowered his throat, and his old face was like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Suddenly, he looked up coldly and looked forward, standing in the quiet carriage with his back to himself, tall and thin.
The clothes haven't changed. Where can the old Qintou not recognize? I was so scared to death, and my body was stiff.
The woman wanted to welcome and refuse, and the old Qin around him didn't move for a long time, so she opened her eyes doubtfully.
It was Teacher Wang who Li Yan had met that day.
She hadn't seen Li Yan a few times, but she also looked at the man standing in front of him and pulled Lao Qin's clothes. A little anxiously asked:
"Lao Qin, look at the man in front, is it the new one from our school ..."
"Ahem."
Suddenly, Li Yan coughed vigorously and opened his mouth, his voice was much thinner than usual.
"Comrade driver, God tells you, the seat of the public ce of your Yandu, it ’s too good ~ You know what? You sit in this way, for a long time, I'm afraid you need hemorrhoids.
The driver's eyes moved: "Then you have to react to the company. He doesn't care about this."
"Oh oh ~ really."
Li Yanxu said a few words and stopped talking.
"No, no, you don't listen to his accent."
Lao Qin quickly comforted.
Teacher Wang breathed a sigh of relief, and said diligently, "That's good, startle me."
Li Yanmu did not squint, so he stood all the way to Northeast Wangcun, and he had a lot of admiration for this half-year-old Qin head.
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