C2 Chapter 2

"Hey, hey!" You got the wrong person! We got the wrong person! "

When Yan Moxiao dragged the man out of the alley, the latter had shouted this a few times already.

"I am indeed surnamed Yan, but I am speaking in a language! "The person you're talking about — I'm not!"

Yan Moxiao turned a deaf ear to his explanation, and only stopped when he dragged Ye Zichen to where the light was coming from.

He let go and turned around. Compared to before, he could see the man's face clearly. Yan Moxiao showed an indescribable expression again.

Shock, anger, joy, helplessness — he couldn't tell which was more.

The man wore a long-sleeved, white t-shirt with a white towel tied around his neck. He was supposed to be using it to wipe his sweat, and it was cleaner than his clothes. The T-shirt was deformed and rumpled from a day of manual labor. The lower half of her body was a pair of worn-out jeans, and the legs had been cut off. The edgy edges might be called fashionable, but if it was because she was poor, cutting off the broken parts and putting them back on was a cheap way to save money.

"I say, what are you trying to do?" The man rubbed his painful wrist, frowned and said to Yan Moxiao: "I'm surnamed Yan, but I'm not the person you were talking about. What did I tell you that I'm not asking you to say?"

"Yan Zhixiao, how much longer are you going to keep pretending?" Yan Moxiao interrupted him, his voice sounded hoarse as he tried his best to suppress his anger.

From the beginning, the person in front of him had always denied his identity and argued that he wasn't Yan Zhixiao. But that face, that voice... Who else could it be other than Yan Zhixiao?

"Sir, what am I pretending for!" The man looked annoyed. Compared to the politeness from the beginning, he was getting impatient from Yan Moxiao's' rudeness'.

"Yes, yes, no, I don't know you, so why are you pretending with me!" The man patted his chest to prove that he didn't feel guilty at all.

Without a word, Yan Moxiao started to seriously size up the person in front of him, as if he was evaluating the credibility of his words.

Just based on the style of the clothes, it was indeed very different from Yan Zhixiao, but this didn't mean anything. What clothes one wore could change, but the essence wasn't something that could be changed without leaving a trace.

However, looking at this face that was not only a little darkened, but was exactly the same as "Yan Zhixiao" in his memory, Yan Moxiao found that he really couldn't find any flaws.

The man before her had an extremely "innocent" expression in his eyes. But Yan Zhixiao was different. Perhaps it was due to experience. Most of the time, Yan Zhixiao's eyes would reveal a faint sense of ruthlessness. Although he didn't look like a decadent person anymore, that feeling still existed deep in his bones.

However, the person in front of him didn't feel that way at all.

Yan Moxiao's heart, which had been hanging in the air ever since he saw the man, gradually calmed down. After the excitement, his thoughts slowly became clearer. Yan Zhixiao should not appear here, moreover, Yan Zhixiao would not be so 'calm' when he saw him.

"What do you do?" he asked.

Yan Zhixiao wouldn't ride a broken car that should have entered the garbage collection station.

"A porter!"

Seeing the man dressed from head to toe, Yan Moxiao felt that it was already not bad that he didn't say that he was a garbage collector. After being silent for a few seconds, Yan Moxiao suddenly walked in front of the man. He grabbed the man's wrist to not let him move, and grabbed the man's hair with his other hand to force him to raise his head.

"Ah!" What are you doing?

"A porter?" Yan Moxiao's brows were tightly knitted. He stared at the man's neck and sneered, "The porter would tattoo this on his neck?"

The man's skin was whiter than the rest of his body, probably because he always wore a towel. A little above his collarbone was a tattoo that looked like a butterfly.

"It hurts!" The man felt as if a piece of his scalp was about to be torn off. He couldn't help but scold, "So what if I've been in the underworld before? Where do I love tattoos you can control? "

"This temper …" "It hasn't changed much." Staring at him, Yan Moxiao smiled.

"Yan Zhixiao, since I found you, you didn't want to get away with it so easily."

"What? I already said that you recognized the wrong person! " The man bared his teeth at him. It was definitely not a good look, but this kind of expression was something he had never seen before.

Yan Moxiao was in no hurry to know if the person in front of him was Yan Zhixiao. He had plenty of time. Whether he was faking it or losing his memories, or indeed not, he would reveal the answer bit by bit. It had already been a year, so a few more days wouldn't be a problem.

Thinking about this, Yan Moxiao's hand was still holding onto the man's hair. The two of them were under the street light, so no matter how you looked at it, it felt awkward. At this moment, another voice suddenly cut in, interrupting the two men's deadlock.

"What are you guys doing?"

Yan Moxiao looked up. The MB he bought with money just now was walking out of the alley, and looked at them strangely.

Taking advantage of this moment, the person he was holding suddenly lowered his head and looked at the back of Yan Moxiao's hand that was holding his wrist and made a "kengchi" sound.

"Ugh!" Yan Moxiao let out a grunt and subconsciously let go.

The man took the opportunity to break free from his grip and quickly turned around to run back.

"You lunatic!"

Despite being in a sorry state, he even cursed as he ran.

When Yan Moxiao looked up, the man had already disappeared into the alley.

Gritting his teeth, Yan Moxiao looked down at the clean bite marks on the back of his hand and an inexplicable emotion came over him.

"Just you wait …"