I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 12:

Jiang Chengyu's bar is called No. 18 Qinghe Street, and the address is at No. 18 Qinghe Street. It is a small street with a strong literary atmosphere in the city, a gathering place for various literary and artistic youths, and a graffiti street.

Lin Chengbu felt uncomfortable every time he came here. Every house on both sides of the street and every door looked far away from him.

No. 18 is in the south of the road. It is slightly recessed, and you can't see it unless you walk in front of it, but once you see it, you will feel that it is the entrance of some other time and space.

The decoration is pure black, with black grids on the bulbs, and one or two spots of bright red on the wall, which I don't know what to do, looks depressed and perverted, Jiang Chengyu said that our slogan is to make people who want to pretend People can pretend to be like the real thing.

When Lin Chengbu walked into No. 18, it was just after 9 o'clock. There were not many people in the bar, and Bruce was hiding in various corners that were not easy to be seen.

There were two or three people sitting in front of the bar. When Lin Chengbu looked over, he felt for a moment that he saw Yuan Wu, but there was only one waiter at the bar, and it was not time yet.

He hasn't come back since Yuan Wu's problem, and it feels like he's been in another lifetime.

When Lin Cheng walked across the hall to the back office area, a waiter politely stood in front of him: "Hello sir, inside..."

Lin Chengbu glanced at him without saying a word, guessing that this person is a newcomer.

"Long time no see, Mr. Lin," another waiter came over to greet him, and said hesitantly as Lin Chengbu continued to walk in, "Brother Chengyu is in the... office."

Jiang Chengyu's office is in the innermost part. When Lin Chengbu stood outside the frosted glass door and was about to knock on the door, he realized why the waiter hesitated.

Through the door, he could see two figures sitting next to each other, and he couldn't tell what they were doing, but the silhouettes of the figures should still be wearing pants.

Lin Chengbu sighed, reached out and knocked on the door.

"Why?" Jiang Chengyu's voice came from inside.

"Me." After Lin Chengbu finished speaking, he turned and leaned against the wall next to him.

After more than ten seconds, the door opened, and a man dressed in avant-garde came out and went to the hall. Lin Chengbu didn't see his face clearly, only knew that it was a man. Of course, he didn't need to look to know this.

When he entered the office, Jiang Chengyu was leaning against the desk, his shirt buttoned several times.

"I'm sorry." Lin Chengbu cleared his throat.

"What to drink?" Jiang Chengyu asked.

"If you don't drink, I'll leave after I take out my things." Lin Chengbu looked at the time, "I'm so sleepy and have to go back to sleep."

"Wine? Coffee? Or tea?" Jiang Chengyu continued to ask.

Lin Chengbu glanced at him, Jiang Chengyu had a look of helplessness on his face, he had to answer: "Plain boiled water."

"Fuck," Jiang Chengyu went to the water dispenser to pick up a glass of water, half tossed it and put it on the table, "I have a request for you, can you be a little better."

"Thank you, Brother Chengyu," Lin Chengbu took the cup and took a sip of water, sat on the sofa and smiled, "Is that so?"

"If you go to the show, you probably won't be able to get in with a corpse." Jiang Chengyu poured himself some wine and sat next to him, "Tell me, why do you suddenly want his cups?"

"I don't know, I just want...to give him a chance to get in touch with his past," Lin Chengbu looked at the water in the glass, and drove the sling to see Yuan Wu last time, which is what he meant, although he seemed to fail But today Yuan Wu's appearance still makes him feel unable to stop, "I'm afraid that if this continues, he will forget more and more."

"He has forgotten a lot." Jiang Chengyu took a cigarette and threw the cigarette case to him. "Actually, what should you say he still remembers?"

Yes, Jiang Chengyu is right, how much does Yuan Wu remember?

Sometimes it's scary to think about it.

And this time, he suddenly discovered that Yuan Wu's problem was not as simple as forgetting and memory confusion.

"Chengyu," Lin Chengbu looked at Jiang Chengyu, "do you...know about his family?"

"I don't understand," Jiang Chengyu said, "I don't chase him."

"You two have known each other for a long time, right? You don't know each other at all?" Lin Chengbu asked.

"We've known each other for a long time," Jiang Chengyu was smoking a cigarette, "Do you know what's going on in my family? Are my parents still alive? Do I have any siblings? How old am I..."

"31, I know this." Lin Chengbu said.

"Fuck, that's because I was in the same year as Yuan Wu." Jiang Chengyu said.

"...Well," Lin Chengbu couldn't help laughing after thinking about it, "I'm sorry."

"Fuck off," Jiang Chengyu stood up and walked to the cabinet beside the desk, "I really don't know his family, and he never said anything about him. I don't even know how many members of his family, I just know him He is the most awesome bartender in my place, and after he doesn't come, those fans wash their faces in tears every day."

"Oh." Lin Chengbu sighed softly. In fact, he didn't know much. Just like Jiang Chengyu said, Yuan Wu would hardly talk to anyone about family matters, no matter who he was, and he seemed to There are no close friends.

"Take this set," Jiang Chengyu took out a box from the cabinet, "I originally wanted to keep it and sell it to his fans later."

"You got it." Lin Chengbu smiled, took the box and opened it.

The box is very beautiful. There is a whole set of bartending tools in it. Each one is marked with a (●—●) emoji, all customized by Yuan Wu.

Lin Chengbu has never figured out why Yuan Wu likes this emoji when he seems to be indifferent to others and has a bad temper. For a person like him, even if he uses an emoji, he is at most a (눈_눈) Soldier's face.

Perhaps this expression is too complicated to impress?

"I'm leaving." Lin Chengbu closed the box, took a shopping bag from the side, and stood up.

"Go home?" Jiang Chengyu sighed.

"Yes." Lin Chengbu nodded.

"And then go to Shenqiao to report?" Jiang Chengyu asked.

"Let's go again in two days. I'm afraid he will bother me if I go frequently." Lin Chengbu opened the door of the office, and after thinking about it, he turned around, "Brother Chengyu, thank you."

"Promise each other with your body." Jiang Chengyu said.

"You have no shortage of guns|friends." Lin Chengbu walked out.

"Your uncle." Jiang Chengyu came over and closed the door.

It was rare that it never rained today. Yuan Wu was sitting under the shed at the stern of the boat. Today's chapter has been written and sent out. The reader's reaction doesn't seem to be anything special, and he can rest in peace for a while.

This story is not long, much shorter than the previous ones, about half as long.

It's too short. At this update rate, it should be finished in more than a month.

And then, what should I do after writing this story?

Write a new one?

What to write? how to write?

He frowned and stared at the surface of the water. He felt very confused, and an uncontrollable panic came up little by little. This feeling was not from the surface of the water, but his confusion about what was ahead.

The kind of panic and despair that is about to go nowhere.

After he finished smoking two cigarettes, he got up, turned on the sensor, and lay down.

Let's go to sleep for a while. When you fall asleep, you don't have to think about anything.

He fell asleep quickly, and it didn't take long for him to lie down, but the daze wasn't pleasant, unlike the soft daze that fell asleep when he was sleepy.

This is confusion, pure confusion.

It makes it hard to breathe.

But to say it's really unhappy, and why is it unhappy... I can't tell.

"You're lucky!"

"We may not have paid enough attention to you, but..."

"You are much happier than him, why are you so dissatisfied?"

……

Yuan Wu felt that the voice was far away and could not be heard clearly, but he could clearly perceive the content.

Too many times.

Yes, I've heard it too many times.

He knew every sentence and every word by heart.

Yuan Wu turned over, hugged the blanket beside him tightly, and tried to roll up.

I haven't heard this voice for a long time. I don't remember how long it was, but it's been a long time.

Some misses, more panic.

Grandma was kind and smiled softly, but he still wanted to stay away.

"You say... who am I? Am I you or am... you? Are you me or you?"

"Have you ever thought that maybe I shouldn't exist... Who am I..."

Yuan Wu looked in the mirror.

He tried hard to avoid his gaze, but it seemed like something was forcibly imprisoned in front of the mirror, and he couldn't even turn his eyes.

He had to stare at the mirror with wide eyes.

In the mirror is his familiar and unfamiliar face, his own.

Smiles brightly.

The kind of smile he never had.

"Who am I?" He smiled in the mirror.

"Stand! What! Go!"

Lin Chengbu's majestic intimidation sounded, Yuan Wu suddenly broke away from his chaotic and chaotic consciousness, and was taken aback after being stunned.

"Back again! Back again!"

Yuan Wu frowned and pressed his forehead, why did Lin Chengbu come again! People who have to work four days a week, how can they feel so idle that they can count dog hair.

"Is there anyone here?" A middle-aged woman's voice came from outside.

Yuan Wuzheng tried to sit up with his arms propped up, but he froze suddenly when he heard the sound.

"I'm from the village committee, and I came from the town to conduct a population survey," the woman said again, "Is anyone there?"

The cold sweat of Yuan Wu's whole body seemed to be blown out at this moment, he was silent and did not speak.

There is a knock on the hatch.

"Stand! What! Go!"

Hearing the footsteps on the boat walking towards the cabin window, Yuan Wu just stood up with gritted teeth and turned off the sensor.

"Hello," a woman appeared at the window, "are you sleeping?"

"Yeah." Yuan Wu replied without looking at her face.

"Then cooperate with me." The woman took out a notebook, "I'll take a look at your ID card and ask a few questions, just answer them."

Yuan Wu made no sound.

"What's your name?" the woman asked.

Yuan Wu's heart was beating so fast that he could feel it in his ears. He turned around silently, rummaged through the pile of clothes, and touched the small card thrown in the corner.

ID card.

He didn't speak, just handed it over.

"Yuan Shen," the woman glanced at him, he turned to face the woman for two seconds, and the woman nodded, "You have been living here since you bought this boat from Li Jun, right? right?"

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded.

"What kind of work do you usually do?" the woman asked again.

"Sleep," Yuan Wu replied, and after feeling the woman's gaze, he added, "Write a novel."

"Oh, writer?" The woman smiled and handed back her ID card, "We have a good environment here, so have some inspiration."

"Yeah." Yuan Wu took it and put it in a small cookie box next to it.

The woman continued to ask a few more questions, nothing special, Yuan Wu felt a headache, and he couldn't remember what he was asking or how he answered.

He didn't even remember when the woman left.

He lay on the window and called him several times before he came back to his senses.

"Brother Xiaowu," with a lollipop in his mouth and one in his hand, "this is for you."

"Thank you." Yuan Wu took the lollipop, opened it and put it in his mouth.

"Shall we go planting flowers?" The big head stretched out his hand again, with a few small seeds in his fleshy palm, "This is a five-star flower that can climb vines."

"...Okay." Yuan Wu nodded.

He needs to do something to get his turmoil out of the way quickly and let his attention go away from what just happened.

He followed the big head to the wharf and went to plant flowers in the weeds.

Lin Chengbu stood at the back door of the mall, waiting for Xiao Ni to come out. He made two calls, but Xiao Ni didn't answer. It is estimated that if he went directly to the office, he would be kicked out by the security guard, so he had to wait here.

There are some things he has to ask. Although he thinks that Shawnee may not be clear, and maybe he doesn't want to tell him more, he really can't find anyone else to ask.

After waiting for almost half an hour, he finally saw Xiao Ni walking out of the back door of the mall, but just as he was about to walk past, Xiao Ni already saw him, turned his head and walked quickly to the side.

"Ni'er!" Lin Chengbu chased after him, "Just five minutes! No, one minute."

"I'm really annoyed," Xiao Ni turned around and looked at him, "Lin Chengbu, can you go see a doctor? What else can I tell you? I'm so convinced of you, I'm Won Shin's ex-girlfriend! Do you know what an ex-girlfriend is? How long has it been since I broke up with him, you know! Why do you keep pestering me? Can you find someone else for anything?"

"It's useless to find someone else," Lin Chengbu stopped in front of her, "I'll just ask a question...Where is he now?"

"I don't know!" Shawnee shouted in a raised voice, "How do I know where he is!"

"You really don't know?" Lin Chengbu frowned.

"No! I know! I know!" Shawnee stared at him, "I really don't know, I beg you, don't come to me, okay? It's annoying, I don't want to get involved with these things anymore. Do you understand any relationship? And we don't know each other, right? I'm the only one who sent things to the bar, met and ate beef jerky twice, right?"

"I'm sorry." Lin Chengbu said in a low voice.

"It's okay, don't apologize," Shawnee waved her hand and sighed, "Just don't come to me again."

Lin Chengbu returned to the car, feeling very confused, he flattened the seat, lay down and stared at the roof.

No more info on Shawnee here, who else can ask?

There are only three people he can ask, Yang Hui, Jiang Chengyu and Xiao Ni. Jiang Chengyu doesn't know anything, and Xiao Ni doesn't know either. He called Yang Hui before, but he didn't know either.

What should I do?

He closed his eyes with a sullen frown.

The phone was ringing in his trouser pocket, and it took Lin Chengbu a long time to open his eyes and take out the phone.

The call was made by Yang Hui, he answered: "Hello?"

"Xiaobu," Yang Hui said over there, "I just thought about it again, why don't you go to our local photography forums or groups to inquire? I heard him say something about taking pictures before. , nothing else."

"Really," Lin Chengbu sat up, "will he go to those forums or something?"

"It should be, let me know," Yang Hui said, "but I want to ask, why did you suddenly change direction?"

"I can't tell," Lin Chengbu frowned, "I just... suddenly felt that he didn't just forget about the past, nor did he have to finish the story..."

"Huh?" Yang Hui was stunned.

"Didn't I get beaten up when I called him by his name last time," Lin Chengbu said, "I haven't dared to call him again since then, and I always felt that he forcibly didn't want to recall the past..."

"Isn't it? Subconsciously, he knew that you were someone who knew him, and he didn't want you to point it out?" Yang Hui said.

"I don't think that's the case now," Lin Chengbu pinched his brows, "Why do I think...he not only can't remember..."

"Huh?" Yang Hui didn't understand.

"Someone said before that he is no longer him now, and I suddenly feel that this may be quite right," Lin Chengbu lowered his voice, "Why do I feel that he is really not him anymore. "

"Is it okay to plant here?" Big head pointed to the mud next to a bush.

"No." Yuan Wu sat leaning against a tree, watching Datou busy.

"Why?" Big Head asked.

"The sun has been blocked here." Yuan Wu replied.

"By it?" He pointed to the bushes next to him.

Yuan Wu nodded.

"I thought it could be grown here with friends," Datou was a little disappointed, "Where is that?"

"On the ground where nothing grows," Yuan Wu said, "Look at those that grow together, and those that are covered don't grow tall."

"Oh," Datou nodded in understanding, and turned around a few times, "Then let me plant some, plant it here, there is no grass here, let it grow here alone."

"Okay." Yuan Wu responded.

He took a small shovel, sweated profusely and worked hard for a long time. He dug a small hole in the ground and put a few seeds in it. When filling the soil, he turned his head again: "Brother Xiaowu, then I put several seeds in this pit, what if they grow together? Will it block the light?"

"They will adjust themselves." Yuan Wu said.