"That's right, it'll be you soon."

Zhou Jiaojiao touched the pencil dust in her hand, and there was a lot of dust in the air, which was sandwiched with a faint musty smell. She wrinkled her nose, "Who knows whether the teacher will change it? I think I'd better find it."

Others no longer care about her, chatting, listening to music, drawing, and having a relationship, using their own way to pass the time.

Huang Dan and Chen Liang did not go to the studio, and they packed their own things and prepared to move.

The landlord couldn't describe it. The residents on the second floor moved a few houses and two people died upstairs. Those who were timid would feel uncomfortable. When they sleep at night, they would feel like they were staring at from top to bottom.

Huang Dan moved to the alley behind. This time he lived on the first floor and brought a small courtyard. He didn't expect that before he finished packing his things, he saw Chen Liang coming over and entering the room next to him.

Chen Liang was stunned, "Such a coincidence."

Huang Dan looked at the entrance of the courtyard, and there was something even more coincidental.

Qi Fang carried the guitar on his back, holding the suitcase in one hand, and carrying the plastic buckets containing water bottles and bottles in the other. When he saw Huang Dan and Chen Liang, he was stunned for a moment, and then he showed his white teeth, "It's you."

Huang Dan said, "There are many houses in the alley."

Chen Liang was holding a bunch of keys in his hand, "What do you mean?"

Huang Dan said, "I just think it's a coincidence."

Chen Liang didn't give me any good expression, "Don't say it's like someone coming up with me. If I knew in advance that you were going to move here, I wouldn't even enter the yard door."

"Besides, I don't know who comes first and who comes later."

His eyes were filled with cold light, "Lin Mao is dead, you can't wait to move away, because you feel guilty. That day, you forgot to turn off the stove when you went out and closed the window. How could he be poisoned? If you were not poisoned, how could he accidentally fall down from the railing?"

Huang Dan said, "I told the police. If you have any other ideas, you can ask the police."

Chen Liang suddenly lowered his face, "Do you think I didn't say it? No one believed me no matter how the fuck I said it. Zhang Shuran, if you don't know, don't do it unless you do it!"

Huang Shan said, "Yes, if you don't know, don't do it unless you do it yourself."

Chen Liang's breathing was rapid, and a crack appeared on Swen's clean face. An invisible finger poked up. His sharp nails were slashed into the crack, peeling off his skin in a whole piece. The only thing exposed was ugliness and hideousness.

The atmosphere was tense, and Qifang hurriedly smoothed out, "Fate is all fate."

"The house here is a bit broken, but with a small yard, you don't have to climb up and down the stairs. It will definitely be comfortable to live there. We will..."

Before he could finish his words, Chen Liang opened the door and closed it.

Huang Dan went back to the house, took the basin to collect water from the pool, and he needed to wipe the tables and chairs inside.

Qi Fang put down his suitcase and bucket and walked over, looking inside curiously, "Hey, your house is much bigger than mine, how much does it cost?"

Huang single-ended basin and went in, "two hundred."

The house is as big as the previous one, so you can use a curtain as two. The price is not twice as expensive because it is the landlord’s ancestral home. Although it has been brushed, the walls are still cement and there is no lime. The windows are all old-fashioned wooden windows. The wooden strips with glass underneath are almost rotten and they have not been replaced. There is bumpy land under your feet. When it rains, you have to change your shoes when you enter the door, otherwise it will not be cleaned.

He whispered, "It's not cost-effective, why don't you find someone to share the rent? Hey, if you look for me, I won't rent that house. If you share this with you, you can save a lot of money by sharing the rent."

Huang Dan said, "I have a shared rental, but he hasn't come yet."

Together, "..."

The footsteps at the door left. Huang Shan cut several pieces of his unwrapped clothes as rags and simply cleaned up the house. He sat on the only chair and felt it was quite cold and not as warm as a small room.

Although the house is large, the length and width ratio are not very good. The bed can only be placed vertically. The end of the bed is facing the door, and the head of the bed is facing another window in the room. Outside is a house shared by several male college students. Cooking and other things are at the door, and the smell of smoke will float into the Huangdan room.

Moreover, there are rental houses nearby, and some people walk around. You can see him sleeping in the bed with your head stretched out.

Huang Dan flipped through the original owner's things, divided a bed sheet into two, and hung it for both front and back windows. For the time being, he used the curtains, cut a quilt cover, found nails to nail the two ends of the wall, and pulled a curtain.

After doing this, Huang Dan didn't feel so cold when he stood under the yellowed lights.

Huang Dan did not take any of Lin Mao's belongings when he moved, so he left them there. Lin Mao's parents would take them back. He opened the door and went out to get some breath in the yard, and glanced at the two rooms next door.

It turned out that on that floor, Huang Shan lived between Qi Fang and Chen Liang. The order this time was disrupted, and Chen Liang lived in the middle.

The stairs leading to the second floor were dilapidated, and the old landlady with gray hair lived upstairs, her voice was so old that she was so old that she returned to the stairs without saying a few words. Her back was hunched over and shaking, and her bones were filled with a breath of not long-lasting life.

There is no less Lin Mao in the studio, not as happy as before. The pencil rubbed against the drawing paper, and the rustling sound made was clearer.

When the people were gone, everyone realized that Lin Mao’s noisy was a good medicine for them to relieve their fatigue. Now that they are gone, they can’t find any other substitute for a while, and they are really not used to it.

The last time it was Chen Liang's turn to be a model, he threw out the excuse of being uncomfortable. He didn't come to the studio. That night, the person behind him came up. The painting had not been destroyed and everything was fine.

There were more than a dozen people coming to Chen Liang this time, but he had already begun to be absent-minded. He accidentally cut his hand while sharpening the pencil, pulled out a hole, and blood immediately poured out.

Huang Dan took a band-up and handed it over, but Zhou Jiaojiao gave it to him, and he had never used it.

Chen Liang covered his wound with toilet paper, "No need."

Huang Dan's lips were pressed down. This man and his plants were all soldiers and did not trust anyone. It was a way of self-protection. He was afraid, so scared that he was dying.

But the other party did not leave the studio. Perhaps it was useless to know whether to leave or not?

It shouldn't be true. Judging from Chen Liang's reaction so far, Huang Shan may have just had some guesses, which have not been confirmed yet, and is also secretly looking for the answer.

Huang Dan remembered this mission. The publisher was Lin Mao, who was already dead, and always felt that his unexpected results would appear later.

Zhou Jiaojiao's voice made Huang Dan come back to her senses. She said unhappily, "Why are you giving Chen Liang the bandage I gave you?"

Huang Dan said, "His hand is broken."

Zhou Jiaojiao curled her lips, "It's broken, it's not a big hole. The clothes on your back were stained with blood last time. How did he do it? He was indifferent and didn't even look at it!"

She sighed, "Shuran, you are a good person."

Huang Dan shook his head after hearing this, "I'm not." After all, he is close to him with purpose and is not pure in mind, so he can't be considered a good person.

Zhou Jiaojiao rolled her eyes and said, "Stop teasing, Shu Ran, if you were not a good person, I would really doubt that I didn't know a good person."

Huang Dan stuffed two candies into her hand, "Eating too much candy is not good for teeth."

Zhou Jiaojiao laughed, "Why are you like my dad?"

Huang Dan didn't peel the candy, "Where is your dad?"

Zhou Jiaojiao lowered her eyelids and snatched the almost-lost nail polish. She couldn't see the expression on her face clearly, "I have something to do at home, I'm back."

Huang Dan glanced at her thick and short little fat hand, "Don't you want your dad to go back?"

Zhou Jiaojiao immediately said how it was possible, her tone was very excited, "I wish my dad wouldn't come over, so that I can do whatever I want."

Huang Shan looked at her and didn't say anything.

Zhou Jiaojiao noticed Huang Dan's gaze and raised her head to show a smile at him, full of youth and feeling very uncomfortable.

On the 6th, it was Lin Mao’s funeral, and he was buried in the mountain behind the house.

Huang Shan saw Chen Shi in the open space in front of Lin Mao’s house. He stood with several classmates from the school and turned his head to say something, with a bit serious expression.

There was a circle of blue under Chen Shi's face, and the stubble on his chin was not shaved. He came by the bus with the people from the school. Before he left, he started to tense his nerves two days in advance, unable to sit and stand still, and had no rest.

After getting off the bus, I was a tractor that pulled bricks and pigs and pulled everything. I arrived here in a daze.

Chen Shi is also a rural person. He suffered a lot and had nothing to do with his butt, and his eyes were nothing to do with his sand and earth. Those trains cost him half his life. When the tractor stopped, he crawled onto the haystack with his hands and feet, and he had just recovered a little.

Seeing Huang Dan from afar, Chen Shi didn't come over and just nodded and said hello.

Huang Shan and Chen Liang came together and rarely spoke. His eyes flew past the position where Chen Shi was standing and then he took them back.

Last time I missed Xia Wei’s funeral, Lin Mao caught up this time, and there were many people coming, including his relatives, childhood friends, and classmates, having dinner at the table in the yard.

Lin's mother's eyes were swollen and she kept wiping her tears. Lin's father's emotions were not as exposed to her, but the wrinkles on her face were full of oldness and fatigue.

As soon as Huang Shan entered the door, he clearly felt that the sight he was cast was hostile and repulsive. Those people probably had the same idea as Chen Liang, thinking that Lin Mao would be poisoned, and there was his reason.

Before coming, Huang Dan had expected that he would come, and he also brought three purposes: one was to observe Chen Liang, the other was to contact Lin Mao's hometown, find out the address, and come secretly if necessary in the future. The third was to have his own private affairs, look at Chen Shi.

Huang Dan sat at the same table with the villagers, ignoring the strange gazes and discussions around him. He took a few bites and went out.

The air in the countryside was very good. Huang Dan took two deep breaths and smelled the smell of firecrackers. He walked forward and spoken sounds came into his ears. He was very familiar with one of the sounds.

For some reason, Chen Shi had an argument with Lin Mao's parents, and Lin's father raised his hand and waved it over.

Before Chen Shi could respond, a figure came from the left and he was pushed away.

That was not heavy at all. Chen Shi sat foolishly on the ground, as if all his strength had been drained and he didn't move for a long time.

Why are you so familiar with it...

Who has pushed him like this? Has he protected him with himself?

Chen Shi's head hurts very much, and he has to use his hands to press hard on the temples on both sides.

Huang Shan was slapped by Lin's father and didn't hit him in the face, but just hit him in the back. It still hurt that his tears were falling.

Lin's father worked all year round and was very strong, but he was still angry. He saw that the boy was beaten to tears by himself, and his breath was stuck in his throat. He was not up or down, and he felt very uncomfortable. When he thought that today was his son's funeral, his eyes turned red on the spot.

After all, he was not a vicious person, so his father pulled Lin's mother away.

Huang Dan found that the person on the ground was motionless. He thought he had pushed the other party and hurt him, so he cried and asked, "What's wrong?"

Chen Shi came to his senses, "I still want to ask you, why did you suddenly come over for nothing?"

Huang Dan asked replies without answering, "Why did Lin Mao's father hit you?"

Chen Shi downplayed, "His parents think that his son's death has something to do with you. When I heard it, I couldn't help but go up and say a few words."

Huang Dan sniffed, and he knew that it was more than just a few words that were as simple as saying, and that this person must have stood on his side, which made Lin Mao's parents so angry.
To be continued...