This crooked schoolboy font.

Except for Da Chen, Xiang Nan can't think of anyone else who can write it.

This is a letter, a letter from the morning to the south.

Xiang Nan just held the letter in his right hand and looked down at it seriously.

The more I looked, the tighter my brow wrinkled;

The more you look at it, the more you breathe it;

The more I looked, the more rosy my eyes became...

After a few moments, Xiang Nan slowly raised his head and put away the letter.

Folded it gently, paused for a moment, and then put it in his pocket.

But the next moment, when the palm of his hand was taken out of his pocket, the letter was taken out again.

To the south, all this is being done mechanically, and the paper is being spread out again.

On the paper, there were about a few hundred words written.

There are even a lot of typos mixed in, and there are a lot of scribbles and alterations...

For He Chen's level of education, it is indeed difficult for him to write such a letter.

That's a lot written on it.

There are about He Chen, about Xiang Nan and Xiaobei, and about the hundreds of dollars on the table.

There was before, there is now, and there will be...

Xiang Nan thought in his mind that He Chen was alone in the house at night, silently writing the scene of this letter, and his nose was slightly sour.

It turned out that Da Chen was looking for himself last night to say goodbye to himself!

It turned out that he said that he had left something for himself, and he wanted to tell him that he had left a letter!

It turned out that the cigarette butts in the community were smoked in the morning.

He waited for himself downstairs for a long time last night!

Xiang Nan read the letter again, then put the paper away and put it back in his pocket.

Twitched his nose, dragged a stool, and sat down at the table.

"Smack!" Xiang Nan reached out and opened a can of beer, and poured most of it with his head up.

The taste of the wine was extremely bitter, and the spicy sensation came, and the burning throat was uncomfortable.

When I was a child, I wondered why wine was so bitter and adults were so willing to drink it.

Later, when I grew up, I realized that compared to life, wine was much sweeter.

Xiang Nan gently put down the beer, paused, and gently opened the plastic bag again, picking up the crayfish that he brought to He Chen.

Without wearing gloves, gently peel off the shrimp shell, and then gently pull on both sides, and the white and tender shrimp meat is peeled out entirely.

When you put it in your mouth, the aroma of the shrimp meat is accompanied by the spicy chili pepper, mixed with the bitterness of the previous beer, and it instantly fills the whole mouth.

Xiang Nan moved his mouth twice, and then took another big sip of beer.

Peel another crayfish, pour another big sip of beer, and repeat it all mechanically with a blank face.

"Ahem!"

In the next second, Xiang Nan coughed violently.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."

cough dead and alive;

Heart-rending cough;

I almost didn't cough up the bile.

Wait until the coughing stops and look up again.

The eye sockets were already extremely ruddy, and there was some unknown liquid on the face.

"There are too many peppers in this..."Xiang Nan tilted his face, looked into the distance through the window, and his mouth trembled slightly: "It's really a horse... Hot. ”

"Stupid? How stupid are you? Yes? In the next second, Xiang Nan suddenly erupted, roaring at the window, and the can of beer in his hand was instantly deflated.

Splashed beer, spilled on the table, splashed on Xiang Nan...

"Smack!" Xiang Nan opened Dachen's drawer, found a cigarette and reached out to light it.

Every time I buy cigarettes in the morning, I like to smoke a few cigarettes and scatter them in different places.

Or in a drawer, under a pillow, or in the bathroom...

He said that this is called leaving a way back for himself, in case he runs out of cigarettes and doesn't want to go downstairs.

As soon as you pull it, you can find surprises.

Xiang Nan knows that this kind of behavior is called insecurity.

An orphan who has been running in society since he was a teenager has a sense of security.

Xiang Nan held a cigarette between his fingers and sat quietly.

The smoke that had not reached the lungs was blue, as beautiful as a blue enchantress, slowly drifting away, ethereal.

The smoke that passed through the lungs seemed to be filtered, and it turned a somewhat cloudy white.

In my mind, one picture after another quietly emerged like a movie.

For people with a small social circle like Xiangnan, He Chen and Xiaobei are all.

Their words and deeds, their words and deeds.

All about them...

They have long been deeply rooted in their bones and have become part of Xiang Nan's body.

"Brother Nan, if I follow you in the future, then you will be my big brother for life!"

"Brother, I don't want to stand at the back when I fight, I want to change positions with you..."

"Xiaobei, he's my sister, you fucking bully her, Lao Tzu doesn't care if you're a man or a woman, all fucking down!"

"Brother, what do you say those rich people are doing when they buy so many cars, I can only afford to play with this kind of car model."

"No, let's sell a kidney by ourselves, let's treat Xiaobei first..."

"Brother, if I can, I want to take a look at this city again in another capacity."

Xiang Nan's eyes turned red again, looked at the empty room, and muttered to himself: "Lao Tzu is rich, Lao Tzu is really rich!" You're a bad guy... Lao Tzu can take you, I can take Xiaobei, take a new look at the world, Nima's..."

A man muttered to himself for a long time, until the cigarette butt burned his fingers, and Xiang Nan suddenly woke up.

Then, Xiang Nan got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, and when he came out, he had regained his calm.

Heading south, I walked straight to the bedside table, opened the second drawer, and pulled out a small box.

Inside the box, there are a variety of car models.

Mercedes-Benz is the majority, and there are some others.

Dachen liked this when he was a child and liked to collect car models very much.

Car models, which are only one-third the size of a palm, have lost their paint, and are apparently often played with.

The workmanship of these car models is extremely inferior.

Even the Mercedes-Benz logo has one more horizontal bar than the real Mercedes-Benz logo.

Genuine car models, each of which has hundreds or even thousands.

The worst one costs more than a hundred dollars.

And this kind of inferior plastic is a high imitation, and the expensive one is only a dozen yuan, and the cheap one can be bought for a few dollars.

There are even things in it that He Chen picked up from the trash can and were thrown away by others.

Xiang Nan remembered that every time He Chen picked up these, he was happy like a small sand sculpture.

Take a soft brush and wash it a little bit to dry, and then put it away carefully.

"In the future, my brother will turn these into real cars for you."

Xiang Nan muttered to himself as he carefully put away these things and cleaned up the house briefly.

Walked to the door, looked around the room again, and went south to carry the things that had been packed downstairs.

On the way, Xiang Nan dialed He Chen's mobile phone for the last time, but it was still turned off.

Throw the garbage into the trash can to the south, and carefully put the model car and the remaining two cans of beer in the trunk of the electric car, and ride away.

However, it is not the direction of home.

Instead, it drove in the opposite direction.