Laughing astray

Chapter 1 Chance or Coincidence?

Cong Xiaoyi felt that his legs were numb, and the tip of his nose was filled with disinfectant and an unexplainable choking smell. The used toilet paper in the paper tube in the compartment was piled up in a mess, and he felt sick to his stomach after looking at it for a long time. He took another puff of the cigarette, and he didn't know whether it was the cigarette or the disinfectant that he inhaled, so he should have been squatting for more than half an hour.

The toilet was quite cold. The cubicle he was squatting in was against the wall, and there was a vent, and the wind was blowing in. It was March, and the temperature was not too high. Cong Xiaoyi felt like his butt would freeze into chocolate Crispy, he pulled his clothes down to cover them up.

I have lost all feeling in my legs, and in a few minutes it is estimated that I will be so soft that I will sit down in the urinal.

Cong Xiao looked down, and the toilet paper he brought in fell into the urinal arrogantly and eye-catchingly, he couldn't breathe out, it was really bad luck like eating shit, he pulled down the flush twist hard, even if he sat down You have to sit cleanly when you go down.

- Hurry up!

Can't help but sent another text message to Wang Bin to urge it. In fact, Cong Xiaoyi felt that it was okay to use paper after so long, and it was all dried.

Wang Bin had disappeared and there was no news of it. Cong Xiao felt his head hurt from squatting, and he struggled in the ideological struggle between continuing to wait, or simply pulling up his pants and leaving. After another 10 minutes, someone finally entered the toilet.

Finally the fuck came, Cong Xiao patted the closed toilet door, "Here it is! Did you fucking go to the Milky Way?"

No one answered him. I waited for almost a minute and didn't see anyone coming over. I was a little embarrassed, and I couldn't see who it was after closing the door. Thinking that it should be the aunt who cleaned the bathroom, Cong Xiaoyi didn't care about it. something, and then knocked on the door again.

"Auntie? Is there any paper? Give me first aid..."

No one answered outside, Cong Xiaoyi was a little desperate, and was about to grit his teeth and pull up his pants to leave when a package of paper was passed under the compartment door.

Cong Xiaoyi felt that he should cry bitterly, he took the toilet paper, wishing he could bend down at ninety degrees to thank him.

After half a minute, the sound of flushing water sounded, Yan Zihan washed his hands and went over to check, wanting to see who this person was who had been making noise for a long time since he entered the bathroom. He left, but he heard a pitiful and somewhat desperate voice asking him to borrow paper, so he squeezed out some sympathy from the corner of his heart, rummaged through the bag for a long time and took out the half bag left over from yesterday's meal The paper was handed over.

When Cong Xiao stood up, his legs trembled a little, and he couldn't stand up straight anymore, so he could only walk slowly with his knees bent. The soreness made him frown, and he had to take a step down when he opened the compartment door. In the state of blood recovery, the soles of his feet were pierced like needles, and he didn't know if he stepped on the ground. Anyway, when he reacted, he had already rushed forward with his hands waving wildly.

See the hell!

Cong Xiaoyi posed in the instant he reacted, without turning his face down, he could feel the change in his expression, it must be grinning with his teeth bared.There was a person standing in front of him, and he had already analyzed the surrounding situation in just a second or two.

Auntie hasn't wiped the bathroom floor yet.

When Yan Zihan came back to his senses, there was already a drunken imperial concubine lying in front of him. It should be the person who asked him to borrow paper. Yan Zihan didn't know whether to go up and pull him, the atmosphere was quite awkward.

"Fuck...Pull me, my ankle is sprained." Cong Xiaoyi tried to stand up, but the pain in his ankle told him that he was quite sadly injured.

Yan Zihan walked over to hold him, Cong Xiaoyi already had some dirty marks on his body, looking a bit embarrassed, "Does it hurt a lot?"

Cong Xiao thought about closing his eyes and passing out. Knowing that going to the toilet caused so many consequences that could only be recovered later, he probably wouldn't choose to stay at school even if he went home.

Her legs were still numb, and her ankles were already painfully obvious. She didn't know if she had hurt her tendons, and Cong Xiao's face was wrinkled into a ball. "I think I need to be rescued, please send me to the school infirmary."

The phone rang suddenly, Cong Xiao leaned half on Yan Zihan's body, Jin Rooster picked up the phone independently, looked at the caller ID, and the fire rose to the top of his head.

"It's dead, burn the paper." Cong Xiao shouted angrily and hung up the phone.

The phone rang again, Cong Xiao ignored it, and walked forward, Yan Zihan supported him, "Do you know where the infirmary is?"

Yan Zihan just came to school today. As a teacher who is about to become a people's teacher, he doesn't feel much in his heart, but he still feels that he should perform his duties when he meets a student who needs help on the first day.

"You just transferred here?" Cong Xiaoyi tilted his head to look at the face close at hand.

Yan Zihan laughed out loud, "I didn't know I was so young."

I've been told many times that he's handsome, but it's the first time he's been told that he's a student. Yan Zihan looked curiously at this man who basically put all his weight on him. He didn't wear a school uniform, but he could tell he was a man just from his obedient words. Student, now he is jumping forward with one foot with a displeased expression on his face.

"Borrowing the toilet? I haven't seen you before." Cong Xiaoyi asked curiously.

"A new teacher." Yan Zihan replied in a low voice.

The phone kept ringing relentlessly, Cong Xiaoyi picked it up impatiently. "Didn't I let you burn the paper?"

"Don't laugh, brother! The old class called me the office, what's your situation now?" Wang Bin came over the phone with a loud voice.

"The transfer to the school infirmary, you can quickly resolve it yourself." Cong Xiaoyi didn't speak, and turned off the phone.

Now he is in a state of being explosive at one point, and he is irritable and needs to find an outlet. He made an ugly face twice in front of a stranger he doesn't know. No matter how thick his skin is, he can't stand such a toss.

Yan Zihan followed Cong Xiaoyi, who was jumping around, to the school infirmary. The two of them walked for almost 5 minutes after walking from the toilet for 20 minutes. Jumping up, Cong Xiao thought about taking off his legs when he reached the door of the school doctor's office.

There was no one in the school doctor's room, and the school doctor didn't know where he had gone. Panting, Cong Xiaoyi sat down on a nearby bed, raised his leg and looked at the ankle of his left foot.

It has begun to swell, and the pain has not subsided just now.

"Can you do it alone?" Yan Zihan looked at the watch on his wrist.

"Excuse me, I'll do the rest myself." Cong Xiao saw that he was in a hurry, and checked his watch several times along the way.

Yan Zihan nodded, poured him a glass of water, and left.

Cong Xiao lay on his side on the bed, slowly getting sleepy, and didn't care about his feet. The room was very quiet and warm. Cong Xiao pulled the quilt, exposed his injured feet, and prepared to sleep .

Yan Zihan walked down the stairs and walked back and forth several times before finding the parking lot. He unlocked the car in a hurry and jumped into the driver's seat. The phone in his bag has been vibrating since the beginning, and the appointment time has already passed. A little late.

Take a headset and plug it in. "Which one?"

"Zihan, there's news." It was Song Haozhe, the chief of the serious crime team of the Criminal Police Brigade of the Municipal Public Security Bureau.

I found Song Haozhe a while ago and asked him to help confirm one thing. Song Haozhe's team is full of talents, which is not a big deal to him at all. Hearing what Song Haozhe said, Yan Zihan feels that his heart that has been turbulent until now has a bottom.

"Understood, do you have time later? Let's meet and talk." Yan Zihan turned the car around, stepped on the accelerator and drove forward.

"The California beef noodle shop outside the door, it's not far away, there's a case in the bureau." Song Haozhe seemed to be sorting things out. "I'll contact you later, I just got the news and let you know first."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Zihan took off the earphones, the red light in front was on, Yan Zihan put the car in gear and stopped, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, he couldn't tell whether he was excited or nervous, the answer after waiting for so long was finally revealed opened.

The place where they agreed to meet was a coffee shop, and Wang Quanan was already waiting for him. When he saw Yan Zihan coming over, he stood up and waved to him.

"I'm sorry, something happened suddenly." Yan Zihan stepped forward quickly, and shook hands with Wang Quan'an.

Wang Quanan took out a file bag from his bag, pushed it in front of him, and said with a sigh of relief: "I have found all the materials and everything, and they are all here. You should rest assured about the materials collected over the years."

Yan Zihan smiled, picked up the portfolio, and put it in his bag. "It's really troublesome for you. I have been helping me find it for so many years. When I have time, I must treat you to dinner."

Wang Quan'an waved his hand, "I really can't bear to see Shao Rong, so he can feel at ease now." He stood up and patted Yan Zihan on the shoulder. "It's been two years, you should let it go... I have something to do later, so I have to go quickly, and someday I have time to drink."

Yan Zihan watched Wang Quanan walk away before recovering. He touched the top of the bag with his hands, but he didn't have the courage to open it.

Bai Shaorong has been dead for two years, and what he did for Bai Shaorong is now finally coming to fruition.

When he drove over, Song Haozhe had already ordered something at the beef noodle shop. It was almost noon, and the crowds had already started to increase, and there might be no seats left later.

"I ordered beef noodles, okay?" Song Haozhe greeted, and handed him the menu. "Do you want to add shredded kelp?"

"Eat whatever you want, as long as you are full." Yan Zihan shook his hand, "How did it turn out?"

"I knew you were anxious," Song Haozhe took out a piece of paper and handed it to Yan Zihan. "It's changed to Cong Xiaoyi now. It took me a long time to find the household registration file before I saw it. Now I move with my mother when I was 6 years old."

Yan Zihan took it, and it was a copy of a household registration file. The photo on it was pitch-black, but he could still tell that it was the person he just met borrowing paper in the toilet!

Hard work paid off, Yan Zihan's hands were shaking, "Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure! Our group, Han Yue, has been searching for a long time. By the way, if you can, you can find him and do a DNA test."

While talking, the waiter brought up the noodles, and Song Haozhe took two big mouthfuls of soup first, "Hurry up, the noodles will be ready later."

"Thanks." Yan Zihan shook the paper in his hand, lowered his head and started eating noodles.

Cong Xiaoyi was woken up by being shaken, feeling like he hadn't slept for a few minutes, and opened his eyes in a daze, it was the school nurse, who was a senior old man, and was looking at him with reading glasses. "It's really okay for you, you can still fall asleep with your feet like this? Doesn't it hurt?"

"You're back? Show me quickly...the pain is numb and give me." Cong Xiao half sat up and stretched his feet to the old school doctor.

"I'll wrap it up for you. It's fine for two days. There's no tendon injury." The old school doctor wiped him with alcohol, applied some medicine, and wrapped him with gauze. "You can't lie to me. You were a little swollen at the beginning. Are you better now? It's not as painful as you said."

Cong Xiao gave a quack, "I just want to stay longer, I didn't sleep well last night."

"Are you in your third year of high school? You come here several times a month." The old school doctor pushed his reading glasses. "If you don't study hard, you should be graduating. Where's your classmate? Let him make you some food, take a nap in the afternoon and go back."

Cong Xiao lay down on the bed, took the phone and looked at it, it had been turned to silent, there were two missed calls from the old class and a few messages from Wang Bin, he returned the call to Wang Bin.

"Hello?" Wang Bin answered the phone within two seconds, "Brother Xiao, are you not angry?"

"I'm angry with you every day, I went to the rescue, get me some food, I'm in the school infirmary." Cong Xiao put the quilt back on, "More meat."

"Understood, I skipped class again. The old class just looked for you for a long time." Wang Bin muttered, as if he was running. "What's wrong this time?"

"A sprained ankle, come here quickly, I really hit you in Moji!" Cong Xiaoyi yelled loudly, isn't it you who are the culprit? !

The old school doctor shook his head helplessly, stared at the computer and started playing Tetris.

The portion of the noodles was not much, and the two of them finished it within a few bites. Song Haozhe burped, stretched out his hand and wiped his mouth with a few pieces of inferior napkins flying all over the place, "My case will be closed some other day, call Shang Sihang Go out for a meal."

"The two of you are so busy every day that you don't have the chance to sleep and fly together. This meal has been scheduled for three months, right? From winter to spring, it's probably only available in summer." Yan Zihan laughed and drank two mouthfuls of soup with a spoon.

"Stop talking, I really found out that our city's law and order are not good, and Sitian spends his time studying corpses in the forensic room. When I kissed him, he smelled like formalin." Song Haozhe was helpless. complaints.

"Isn't it good? Much better than me..." Yan Zihan lowered his head and looked at the soup in the bowl.

Song Haozhe on the opposite side was stunned for a while, then changed his tone, and sighed helplessly: "Zihan, it's been two years, and now the person has been found, Shaorong should let it go, you still have so many Days are coming."

I don't know how many times I heard these words, Yan Zihan felt a little numb. "I know, take your time."

The Bai Shaorong that Song Haozhe spoke of was someone he had known since the orphanage. He was a partner and a lover. Bai Shaorong suffered from congenital heart disease. As time went by, his heart could no longer bear the load, so he passed away two years ago. , and the person he has been looking for is Bai Shaorong's younger brother who is seven years younger. This is one of Bai Shaorong's concerns. Finally, Yan Zihan looked at Bai Shaorong's helpless and guilty expression in front of the hospital bed, and promised him that he would definitely find him.

Song Haozhe didn't say anything else, compared to Yan Zihan's dazed look two years ago, he was much better now, he stood up and picked up his clothes. "I have to go, I've been too busy lately."

"Well, make an appointment later." Yan Zihan followed Song Haozhe to his feet and went out together.

Cong Xiao poked the fried meat with garlic sprouts in the rice bowl with chopsticks, and put it aside as if giving up. "What about the meat?"

"Don't talk about it. When I went to hunt, I saw a lot of green. It's still meat. It's good if there is dregs." Wang Bin pushed Cong Xiaoyi in, "I'll catch up on sleep too. blind."

"Hey hey hey! Two big men squeeze into the same bed, you are slim or I am slim!" Cong Xiao put his injured foot in front of him. "Are you looking? I'm injured! I'm a patient now, and I need enough time to rest and a relatively comfortable place to rest. Xiao Binzi, please watch over me."

Wang Bin stared at him differently, "Isn't it an act?"

"Fuck you, wait for your toilet paper for three centuries. My legs are numb and I fell a drunken concubine. Someone brought me here!" Cong Xiao raised his legs and put his feet in front of Wang Bin's nose. "Smell! The smell of medicine! Do you smell it?"

Wang Bin put his legs on the bed, squeezed them pretendingly, then quickly stood up and bowed ninety degrees, "Brother Cong, I'm going to kill myself now."

Cong laughed and quacked. "Go to sleep on the other side of the bed, and take me home today."

"Okay!" Wang Bin responded, turned around and lay down on the bed next door, hesitated for a long time, and asked hesitantly, "Xiaoyi, is Cong Jiyun at home?"

Cong Xiaoyi was quite cheerful at first, and pulled his face down as if his face changed when he heard Wang Bin's words, "She doesn't care about my life, she hasn't seen anyone for several days."

Hearing that Cong Xiaoyi was in a bad mood, Wang Bin sniffed. "I'll just ask casually, don't be too concerned."

Yan Zihan drove the car aimlessly, sorting out the places he could go in his mind, but he didn't think about where to go. Finally, he raised his wrist and looked at his watch, and drove the car to the school.

There has been a voice in my heart, clamoring from the very beginning, I want to take another look, to see Cong Xiaoyi.

In fact, it should be conceivable. When Wang Quanan told others that he applied for the teacher without hesitation when he was in this school, it was quite different when Lin Sihang knew about it. Yan Zihan was a well-known pianist. No one can figure out how to be an ordinary music teacher.

He himself couldn't figure it out, he had the urge to not turn back without breaking through the south wall, but he had never thought about meeting people when he first joined the job today.

Is it chance or coincidence?

Yan Zihan slammed on the accelerator, bit his lips lightly and frowned, unable to describe how he felt now, heavy and relaxed, contradictory.

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