C3 Chapter 3

Yan Ruo finally stopped after riding the bicycle through the winding and narrow alleyway. Along the way, the parts of the tricycle seemed to have become a lot more relaxed, causing people to feel terrified upon hearing it.

After getting off the car, Yan Ruo was panting with his hands on his knees. In order to prevent that godly patient from catching up to him, he purposely took a few detours.

After resting for a while, Yan Ruo stood up and pushed the car to the side, where it was locked in a carport. Then, he walked into an old four-storey apartment on the roadside.

Five rooms on the first floor had basically been emptied. The original color of the walls had long since disappeared, leaving only the chapped surface and the yellowing water stains with notes stuck to them for who knows how long.

When they arrived at the door of a house on the third floor, Yan Ruo took out a key from his pocket and opened the door. In the small room, there was almost no light at all without turning on the lights. A few simple pieces of furniture could be vaguely seen, but the room was almost full.

He walked through the living room familiarly. Yan Ruo went into the bathroom and turned on the lights. It took a few flashes of orange light before they lit up.

Yan Ruo looked up at the mirror on the wall, then lifted his chin and looked at what was on his neck.

The black butterfly looked more like a bat design lying quietly at the top of his collarbone. Yan Ruo pressed the butterfly pattern at the top of his collarbone. Yan Ruo frowned, lowered his head, picked up a towel and washed it.

After washing his face, he returned to the living room. In the "kitchen" that he had temporarily built in a corner of the room, Yan Zhi opened the old refrigerator that the landlord didn't want. Although it was a bit loud, it was still usable. He took out a lunchbox from the fridge. It was filled with rice, covered with some vegetables and a fried meatball. After sitting down at the square table with the lunch box, Yan Ruo lowered his head and started eating.

The taste of the cold food wasn't too good, but it wasn't too good when it was hot. Luckily, Yan Ruo was able to eat his fill, so he didn't care about the taste of the food at all. Living alone, his life was very simple.

Yan Ruo was indeed a porter, and the tricycle was his livelihood. Every day, he would help out with some luggage at the train station or the bus station. Sometimes, he would also go to the Furniture City to look for business. Although all the furniture cities have delivery services, they are all for big customers. Usually, people who buy tables, chairs or the like don't want to spend too much money to get a small truck, they would just go back to Yan Ruo's place with a cart.

It was not easy. When the business was good, he could earn a few hundred yuan a day. For Yan Ruo, that was enough.

Halfway through his meal, his wrist suddenly trembled unnaturally. Yan Ruo stopped to take a look. He didn't notice that a few fingerprints had started to appear on the part of his wrist where Yan Moxiao had held the wrist.

"Tut!" Mental illness!

The next morning, Yan Ruo rode his bicycle to start work as usual. He checked the car before setting off and twisted a few screws.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Furniture City, there were already a few colleagues parked their cars at the exit and waiting. When there was no business, they would chat and rush forward whenever there was business.

"Little Yan, you're here ~?" The first person to greet Yan Ruo was a man in his fifties with a simple and honest face.

Yan Ruo nodded, then rode the bike next to the man and stopped.

"Uncle Chen."

Yan Ruo usually spoke very little and rarely spoke to his peers. He only worked in silence and rarely fought over business with others. Only Uncle Chen seemed to be able to get along with him. Uncle Chen had a good temper, so he didn't mind if Yan Ruo ignored him at the beginning. After a while, the two became familiar with each other. In the end, sometimes the two of them worked together, and when there were customers who bought more things, the two of them would deliver it together and then pay each other half of the reward.

"You came late today!"

When the two of them sat beside the flower bed, Uncle Chen handed Yan Ruo a cigarette.

"Yeah, I slept a bit late." Yan Ruo smiled and took a glance at it. It wasn't any sort of high-grade cigarette, but it was also a rare cigarette.

"There aren't many people here today. Shall we go to the train station in the afternoon?"

"Sure."

"Then let's go eat lunch together — ahem!" Halfway through his sentence, Uncle Chen turned his head and coughed.

Yan Ruo frowned and took away the cigarette in Uncle Chen's hand.

"If your body isn't well, then don't smoke so much."

Turning around, Uncle Chen chuckled.

"I'm fine. He knew that his body wouldn't die. "Hur Hur Hur ~"

Yan Ruo looked at the man thoughtfully for a while, then reached into his pocket to take out a few bills.

"Take the money. Your wife isn't well, so you should spend more time at home with her. " Yan Ruo gave all the 100 yuan he earned yesterday to Uncle Chen. He left 10 yuan for himself as well as dinner money.

Uncle Chen's wife was bedridden all year round, and the money he earns every month was barely enough for medicine. The couple had no children, one was that the woman's body wasn't good enough for birth, and the second was that she couldn't bear it.

"No!" You gave me the money, what did you do? " Uncle Chen pushed a few scattered notes back into his hand.

Yan Ruo directly stuffed the money into Uncle Chen's pocket, turned around and smoked.

"You don't have a good life yourself, keep some money to buy something for yourself. "Otherwise, if you keep it, you won't be young anymore …"

Yan Ruo laughed. Every time he chatted with Uncle Li, he would definitely chat about this. Yan Ruo listened to the man's nagging as he smoked and looked at the ground. Sometimes, he really doesn't like to explain anything.

"Hello? "Little Yan, has the person in the car in front been watching you all this while?" Uncle Chen suddenly asked.

Yan Ruo, who was distracted at first, didn't notice that after he said that, he looked up. About ten meters away from them, a black sports car was parked on the spot. He could vaguely see the person in the driver's seat looking at them.

Yan Ruo frowned as he smoked and looked at the car. His vision wasn't too good, and at this distance, he could only roughly see what was going on.

"No — what am I supposed to look at?" He didn't think that the other party was looking at him. However, the car soon drove off, as if it was waiting for a red light.

In Yan Ruo's eyes, this was just a trivial interlude and he didn't care about it at all. However, not long after, Yan Ruo was stunned when a serious expression appeared in front of him.

"Why is it you?" He recognized the man in front of him. He was mentally ill from last night.

Yan Moxiao looked down at the man who was sitting on the ground without a care for his image. Just like last night, he was wearing a worn-out T-shirt and jeans. The only clean thing was the white towel wrapped around his arm.

Yan Ruo didn't have a good impression of this man. It was not only because he had mistook the person who had shouted at him like a madman, that he had done that kind of thing in the alley, that he was now standing in front of him like a human being, pretending to be serious!

"What for?" Yan Ruo glared at him and asked in annoyance. He did not intend to stand up either.

After staring at him for a few seconds, Yan Moxiao slowly said, "Do you want to give it to me?" As he spoke, he pointed behind him with his thumb.

Yan Ruo looked back, there was a computer table and a small cabinet. Not too big, just big enough for his car. It was just that …

"You want me to send you?"

Yan Moxiao nodded.

"Bye." Yan Ruo said goodbye and continued to smoke the cigarette that was about to be filtered out.

Yan Moxiao raised his eyebrows.

Uncle Chen, who was on the side, could not watch any longer.

"Little Yan, what are you doing?" How can there be a reason for business to not come knocking on your door? Quickly get up! " If it was anyone else, they would have rushed over long ago to send him off. Uncle Chen had an expression of "I hate you for not being able to meet my expectations" as he forcefully pushed Yan Ruo.

Yan Ruo still couldn't get up. Yan Moxiao was deep in thought because of that "Xiao Yan". After a while, he stretched out two fingers towards the person on the ground.

"Two hundred."

Two hundred dollars would be enough for a truck.

Yan Ruo frowned and glanced at Yan Moxiao.

The corners of his mouth slowly lifted, and his fingers turned into five.

"Five hundred."

Doubling the price wasn't as fast as he thought. Furthermore, the customer had to increase the price himself. Even if he had other intentions, money was something everyone wanted to earn. This time, even Uncle Chen was almost unable to hold it in.

"You stinking brat, hurry up and get up! How long will it take you to earn five hundred yuan? " As he spoke, he slapped Yan Ruo.

Yan Ruo staggered and almost threw himself at Yan Moxiao's feet. He had to stand up and face the latter.

Yan Moxiao smiled, "Are you sending me off?"

Glaring at him, Yan Ruo gritted his teeth and squeezed out a smile.

"I'll send you off."

If someone was so full that they were willing to give money to him as a "big shot", he couldn't be too reserved, right?

Uncle Chen helped Yan Ruo carry Yan Moxiao's computer table and small cabinet to Yan Ruo's cart. When everything was ready, Yan Ruo jumped into the car. Just as he was about to ask Yan Moxiao where to take him and how to leave, he felt the car behind him sink down again. When he turned around, Yan Moxiao was already in the back of the car.

A computer table and small cabinet had almost taken up the whole space, and now with Yan Moxiao added in, ignoring the weight, it was already awkward just to look at the man in a suit and leather shoes sitting on the tricycle.

Yan Ruo was stunned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Yan Moxiao looked relaxed. He didn't care that his long leg was still stretched out outside the car, he just tried to find a comfortable position.

"I'll let you send me back. If I bid five hundred yuan, am I supposed to just give something away? "

Yan Ruo understood, this godly patient definitely came today on purpose to cause trouble for what happened last night.