Chapter 413: A Familiar Taste

In the middle of the night, when the stars were sparse, their car kept a distance of almost 100 meters from the car in front of them. After about ten minutes of driving, the car in front of them suddenly stopped on a deserted road, and all the lights were turned off at the same time, and their car had to stop.

Jiang Chaodui reached out of the window, looked forward by the bright moonlight, and immediately understood. In order to alleviate the embarrassment, she said to Yan An: "What kind of acquaintance is this?

Yan An had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and looked at his phone silently without speaking.

About twenty minutes later, the car in front of them moved again, and their car followed.

After walking for nearly half an hour, I saw the car in front of me turn into a deep alley. Yan An opened some windows slightly, and there was a thick smell of oil smoke mixed with the smell of gutter water from the sewers late at night. Jiang Chaowan covered his nose uncontrollably, but Yan An next to him said calmly: "Very familiar taste." ”

At the end of the alley is a very old and dilapidated residential community, at a glance, next to the entrance of the building is a garbage heap, a dark and yellow street lamp leaning crookedly to the side, and the air is the sour smell that Jiang Chaodui is not used to.

It's past four o'clock in the morning, and there are hardly any rooms in the neighborhood with lights on. So Yan An sat in the car and watched, watching a man and a woman get out of the car in front of him and walk into the corridor, and with the flashing of the voice-activated lights, they finally stopped on the fifth floor. Then, after confirming that the lights were on in a room on the fifth floor, she said to the driver in front of her, "Go back." ”

On the way back, Jiang Chaodu's eyelids were almost about to fight, she struggled to maintain her sobriety, looked at Yan An next to her who was full of energy, and said, "You are mysterious today, and you won't say anything when I ask you." You have to inform me of everything you want to do in the future, and you must not act alone, otherwise you will ......."

Jiang Chaodu's words came to an abrupt end, and Yan An looked over and saw that her entire head was already crooked on the back of the chair.

It was five o'clock in the morning, almost dawn in the summer, when Yan An finished washing up and lay on the bed. She folded her hands over her chest, and when she closed her eyes, she saw the dancing girl in the bar today.

How long has it been, she thought, since the last time she had seen her?

Originally, she thought that she might never see her again in her life, but in fact, she had almost never thought of them since the last time they were separated. It was also recently, when something like that happened, that her heart had been buried by her, or the shadow of her midnight nightmare that had been hidden by her previous comfortable life, was exposed again.

She dreamed of them a few days ago, dreaming that she walked into that house barefoot, stuffed her bloody feet into inferior rubber-soled shoes, jumped with all her strength, and then walked into the police station in the middle of the night with her bloody feet.

If you think about it, this wasn't that long ago. If she really had to count on her fingers, she could still remember the details clearly. At that time, how strong and stubborn she was, full of disobedience and resistance to that family and the world. But now, how could she suddenly become so vulnerable, as if a little thing could break her whole will and break her down with ease.

At that time, she was also uncomfortable and cried a lot, but she never gave up and looked down on herself. Now, not much time has passed, and she has become too different from before.

When the first light appears on the horizon, Yan An will fall asleep.

It was her longest and best sleep in recent times. When I woke up, the sense of smell was awakened before the other senses, but it was the sense of smell that had recently become less sensitive due to a cold.

It is very fresh and fragrant, and it should be the taste of fish fillet porridge.

Yan An sat up from the bed, forcibly endured the dizziness for a while, and looked at the time, it was already 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

As expected, Jiang Chaowan was busy in the kitchen, and when she saw her, she said, "I came at noon, and I didn't call you when I saw that you slept so well." The porridge is ready, you can drink something. ”

Unlike the imaginary phenomenon, the first taste in the mouth completely disappointed Yan An. Jiang Chaodui quickly sensed her reaction and asked, "Isn't it delicious?"

"Did you put salt?"

"Let it go. Jiang Chaodui scooped a spoonful into his mouth in confusion and said, "Isn't it good?"

"I didn't get any taste of it. ”

Jiang Chaodui didn't believe it, scooped another spoonful from her bowl, and then said, "I think it's just right." ”

"Maybe it's because I have a cold that causes my taste to be incompetent. Saying this, Jiang Chao added three tablespoons of salt to the bowl in a stunned manner, which reached Yan An's understanding of the concept of taste.

Jiang Chaodui said incomprehensibly: "I keep coughing, even if I don't go to the doctor, I don't even take medicine, do you want to become an immortal?"

Yan An didn't answer her words, and after drinking two bowls of porridge silently, he told her that he was going out.

It was the car and the driver from last night who took them straight to the neighborhood last night.

Similar to Jiang Chaodu's previous guess, the reason why this community exudes such a strange and pungent smell in the middle of the night is because it is a stall that sells all kinds of barbecue supper at night. The mess mixes with the perennial stagnant water and flows down the drain, leaving an unpleasant smell when the crowd disperses.

At this time, it was too boring for them to sit quietly in the car, and Jiang Chaodui looked at the smoke outside, thinking that the smell of charcoal fire was always more acceptable than the smell of the gutter. She looked at the window a little, letting the smell of smoke dissipate a little. The slight smell of charcoal on the walls and the splashing of grease make you feel hungry.

But what Jiang Chaodui didn't expect was that Yan An, who could adapt to the sour, astringent, foul-smelling and gutter taste yesterday, was completely unacceptable to the current smell. Jiang Chaodui watched her face become embarrassed in an instant, and then covered her mouth and pushed open the door and jumped down.

The smell outside was even more obscured, and there was no way to hide, so Jiang Chaodui watched Yan An squat in front of the trash can and kept spitting until he couldn't spit out anything.

"What's going on?"

After asking such a question, Yan An gave her an answer. "I smell this disgustingly. ”

Holding her in the car immediately, driving a few kilometers to reach a small park, Yan An's face eased a little after getting out of the car and resting for a long time.

"The car was full of those smells. Let's look for a car later, I'm not very comfortable. ”

Jiang Chaodui rinsed her mouth with mineral water, ran her back with his hand, and persuaded: "The body is your own, I will accompany you to the doctor for a while." ”

The answer was just Yan An lying on his knees and waving his hand silently.