Chapter 49: Traces When Pei Yan returned to the subway station again, she was holding an exquisite square box, which was a paper cake box.
Get off the platform, take the bus, get on the platform again, and climb the stairs.
The stairs in the subway station are very wide, and when I get off work in the evening, there are crowds of people.
Pei Yan wore a hat and walked among the crowd with his head lowered, feeling passive as he was surrounded by the crowd.
He stretched out his long legs and tried to squeeze through, holding the cake box high in his hand.
This was just to make Brother Xiao happy, and he couldn't be bothered to think about it for others.
He is very lazy.
Surrounded by a crowd of people with their heads down, they were all moving on the steps like zombies.
They were all browsing the screen with their heads down, and they didn't even notice any young celebrities squeezing the subway.
There was no deliberate staged photo shoot by the studio, nor was there any tip-off to the paparazzi in advance.
Pei Yan complained in her heart that I couldn’t even get a real “street photo”, so those “accidental encounters” and “street photos” of others How did it all come about?
He stepped up the steps in a hurry, a little impatient, his body was still behind, and his long legs wanted to go more than two steps, "Plop", and accidentally stepped on some hard pole.
Wow Well Someone fell down right in front of him, and he knew he was in trouble.
He accurately stepped on the crutch of an old man on crutches, without stepping on anyone, but the crutch tilted forward and brought the old man down.
"ah" The lady in front yelled and was seriously frightened, because the old man rushed forward and bumped into the buttocks of the lady higher up the steps.
It was a terrible domino effect.
He grabbed the woman's skirt with his hand, then jumped forward and fell to the ground.
There was a flash of white light, and the lady seemed to have completely fallen off her skirt and was completely naked.
Pei Yan mentally slapped herself, it was so outrageous.
He bent down and lowered his head, quickly picked up the old man, straightened his crutches, and quickly fled the scene of the accident.
The cake box was not damaged, luckily.
He ran away, turned sharply, and there was a flurry of chaos behind him, and both sides started to curse.
The lady cried angrily, and the man traveling with her became furious and slapped the old man on the head.
Cry, defend, argue, curse You old shameless bastard, why did you take off the girl's skirt?
What the hell are you talking about?
Who took off her skirt?
I didn’t even look at her.
Pei Yan stuck his head out at the corner, speechless and guilty, looking around.
A girl walked by and took a deep look at him.
She seemed to have recognized him, but she was swept away by the crowd.
Then the fight really started, with fists flying and the cane hitting back, making a mess.
The subway police came here to catch the old gangster, right?
I'm a little annoyed, I still have an uneasy conscience, or I just feel that the domineering energy in my body is swollen, and I feel that the man shouldn't run away like this.
Pei Yan lowered his eyes and kicked the wall, turned around, pushed aside the crowd and walked over: "Stop fighting, you guys, stop fighting, I just..."
He blocked the man's heavy punch and used his strength to easily push the opponent away a foot away.
He then blocked the old man's splitting stick, which made his forearm numb.
This old man is always getting stronger and has quite a lot of energy.
"I accidentally hit the uncle's crutches just now, knocking him down, and then bumped into the guy in front of me.
Sorry, I think it was just a misunderstanding."
he explained.
"It was all accidental, so don't hit me."
He stopped and broke up the fight, raised his hand and pointed at the eager man: Don't rush over, I'll fight back if you come over again.
The policeman who was on duty at the subway station all year round glanced at the old guy and said: "Oh, it's you who works every day again, what kind of trouble have you caused this time?"
The old guy said over and over again: "I didn't, didn't cause any trouble, and I wronged someone for touching her.
Is she easy to touch?"
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The old guy pointed at Pei Yan again: "The boy squeezed me, he, he bumped into me, he hurt me."
A pair of gray eyes, as if covered with a layer of turbid and protruding membrane, embedded in the deep sockets, with many wrinkles intertwined in a messy manner.
The pair of eyes made Pei Yan slightly stunned, and the other party seemed to be stunned as well.
An empty wine bottle "clanged" and fell to the ground from the mess of clothes.
The woman was angry and wanted to report the incident and accuse him of molestation.
The police intervened and the old guy defended himself.
It was a chaotic mess.
At this time, it was hard for Pei Yan to say whether he regretted staying where he was so honestly.
Someone had already recognized him.
A boy came over and whispered, "Excuse me, are you Pei Yan?"
Pei Yan snorted: "Heh."
The boy stretched out a soft girl coin and a pen: "Can you sign it?
I signed it for my girlfriend.
She is a fan of you."
The lady who had been crying to report the crime wiped her tears and turned her attention to him: "Are you the Pei Yan who played Su Qier?
It's not the one who had plastic surgery to bump her face.
Are you really Pei Yan?"
Many people onlookers raised their mobile phones.
Pei Yan knew in his heart that his face must be very embarrassed when the picture was taken.
Even a disheveled suit could not save his evil, cool, cool and awesome persona.
He forced himself to go on stage, pursed his lips and nodded: "I'm sorry, can I sign your name?
Otherwise, forget about it today and it's all a misunderstanding, okay?"
"" Before he finished signing one, the zombie men and women came to life one after another and gathered around him, handing over their notebooks and asking for signatures.
The police comrades heaved a sigh of relief and solved the trouble without any effort, even if the mediation between the two of you was successful.
The man next to the lady involved was probably more upset than Mr.
Pei at this time, and he must have stared at him with a look that made him want to hit him.
The man first encountered his girlfriend being "sexually harassed" by having her skirt lifted up accidentally.
Then the girlfriend met her favorite male idol, and the sexual harassment was kept private by the idol's signature.
The old man took advantage of the situation and silently turned around and left the crowd.
He bent down to pick up the wine bottle and made a "clang" sound.
His fingers trembled slightly and his steps swayed left and right.
The wine hadn't even woken up yet.
I still keep the empty bottles as if they are treasures, maybe I have to save the money to sell them in exchange for more wine.
When the old man turned around, his shoulders were obviously higher and lower, and his legs were longer and shorter.
This man is lame and disabled The crippled uncle glanced at Pei Yan and didn't want to talk to him.
He pushed aside the crowd and left quickly, climbing up the stairs.
Pei Yan quickly signed the book in front of him, dismissed the people around him, and strode up the stairs.
After finally getting rid of the crowd, Pei Yan lowered the brim of his hat and began to chase after him with long strides, staring at the figure in front of him.
The person in front of me actually slipped away very fast, with nimble movements and even a limp.
He was tossing and turning in the crowd.
The few steps he took against the corner were like getting rid of gravity.
He was so good that he could go directly to Once Upon a Time in Once Upon a Time.
"Gui Jiao Qi" is all right
The subway station is dark and humid.
In many places, there are wet marks under the walls, which are urine stains.
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The singers and the capable people who made up stories to swindle money each occupied one side of the passage.
Pei Yan stepped through the middle.
He usually drove everywhere and rarely walked to places like this.
The road was unfamiliar and he felt in a trance.
At the end of the passage, light breaks into the field of vision, and the flow of people up and down naturally flows to both sides of the stairs.
In the middle is an iron railing that separates the stairs.
The lame old man was tired of being chased, so he flew up the iron railing and passed the group of people taking the stairs. "" Pei Yan held the cake box with one hand and followed her up with big steps, stepping on the iron railing.
The two of them were juggling, and to a certain extent they were matched against each other.
They were both stubborn, and finally ended up in a small dilapidated alley in a nearby residential area.
"Uncle, wait a moment, don't run away and I'll ask you a question," Pei Yan shouted.
"What are you chasing after?
Get lost!"
I yelled back.
The uncle was also annoyed today.
"You keep running.
I'm young anyway, so I'm not tired.
I'll wait for you to get tired from running today."
Pei Yan said unceremoniously.
"Don't chase me if I know who you are."
The uncle turned around and yelled at him again.
"You know who I am, if you run away, don't you think it's over?"
Uncle Pei is used to being arrogant, so he's not afraid of being as arrogant as him.
Green light swirled in front of him, and a wine bottle covered his head and face.
Pei Yan had good eyesight and quick hands, so he reached out and took it.
Then there was a flash of wind from his palm, and Pei Yan subconsciously used a wine bottle to block it, but the other party instantly knocked the bottle away.
I slapped the door with both palms and hit his temple without mercy.
He leaned back and lowered his waist to dodge.
What the hell!
Baguazhang.
Zhuang Xiao had always slapped him mercilessly and just for fun.
These two palms grazed his forehead.
Pei Yan was also very flexible.
He took a few steps back without letting the opponent hit him.
The cake box in my hand was bumping around.
It must have only taste but no color.
It can only be eaten but not looked at.
In the narrow street, he persisted in chasing the lame man in front of him.
At the same time, he took out his mobile phone and dialed: "Hey, where are you?"
Zhuang Xiao said: "We're driving, we're almost there."
"As you are almost here, I told you that I met someone on the road, an old man.
I wonder if you have seen your father when you came back to Beijing."
Zhuang Xiao didn't understand: "What?"
Pei Yan said: "I mean, I met an old man at the subway station, and I thought he looked very similar."
Zhuang Xiao asked: "Which subway station?"
Pei Yan said: "It's the subway station near where we will meet."
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Zhuang Xiao spoke calmly: "I know.
I will get to where you left quickly.
Don't let outsiders see you."
Pei Yan said: "I have been surrounded by everyone."
Zhuang Xiao said: "Leave quickly.
It's none of your business, so just mind your own business."
Pei Yan: "" He confirmed that he was right.
He just felt familiar and relied on intuition.
He has watched some old movies from more than ten years ago, Kung Fu movies from the 1980s and 1990s, which show strong traces of the times.
No one watches those kinds of movies anymore.
This area is adjacent to the Olympic Square and has become a prosperous area in the past decade, with high-end real estate, clubs and restaurants gathering together.
However, while many new buildings are rising from the ground, the surrounding repairs are not perfect.
There are still patches of old houses in the corners of the city.
The streets are dark, mixed with dragons and snakes, and the streets are full of broken bricks and tiles.
That's why the duplex apartment his mother bought was nearby, in a newly developed high-end gated community, and Pei Yan accidentally met another person here.
A gray broken-board building, the window edges of the corridor are rusty, the air conditioner is dripping water wantonly, and the phone numbers of "Air Conditioning Parts Repair" and "Professional Sewer Access" are densely stamped on the wall.
Pink and green clothes are hanging in the window. , piles of scraps in the corners crudely occupy public space, and there are pools of wet stains similar to those in subway stations.
It was as if I had stepped into another world, one that was poor and lowly, with no integrity at all, and made people feel uncomfortable.
At the door of the room, there are rows of wine bottles, neatly arranged according to their capacity and height, almost forming a military formation, which has the aura of everyone in the alcoholic world.
The lame old man quietly held up a wine bottle.
He first held it upright, fiddled with it a few times, and then tossed it up to catch it.
It's actually quite an easy skill.
His hand trembled and he failed to catch it.
There was another ear-piercing "clang" and the bottle fell and rolled away.
"Your hands are shaking.
You drank too much.
You are old.
Don't show off to us young people.
Don't drink so much in the future."
Pei Yan walked over from the corridor and looked at the people sitting cross-legged against the wall. .
"Who are you to take care of me?"
The uncle muttered in a low voice.
He was tired from running and couldn't outrun the young boy.
"I just want to care about you.
No one wants to see you ruined."
Pei Yan said.
"Oh, it's long been useless.
It's a pile of rubbish.
Get out of here, kid."
The uncle said hoarsely.
"I won't leave just yet."
Pei Yan was not afraid of being mean-spirited.
"I'll watch you.
I won't leave until your son comes over."
"Then that bastard won't come over.
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The little bastard has no conscience and won't care about me."
The uncle muttered numbly.
Pei Yan stared at the skeletal deformation and muscle atrophy that were faintly visible under the other party's pants, and then thought of Erile Tu on the hospital bed, which was not a pleasant feeling.
After all, he was once a "hero" character who dominated the silver screen, but this is his current situation.
His eyes were dull, his mind was unclear, his clothes were disheveled, and his words were illogical.
At first glance, he looked like a piece of wine lees.
I saw it, it was very different from what I imagined before.
Recalling the content of the phone call that he overheard, Pei Yan still felt resentful and wanted to curse; now that he saw it, he felt sad again.
He glanced down at the squeezed cake box, squatted down, and placed the carton in front of the other party: "Mr.
Zhuang, don't drink any more wine.
Look at how good your son is.
He doesn't drink even a drop of wine.
Why don't you try something else?"
, eat a cake” "" There was something going on that day, and there were a lot of things going on.
Before Pei Yan could wait for Zhuang Xiao, he was waiting for another group of people.
The shirts were torn open to the shoulders, revealing a black vest and tattoos.
Everyone had a bad look on his face.
There were four or five people who stamped on the door with sticks, then pointed at Uncle Zhuang and yelled and cursed, "Give me money, money, you know whoring."
You don’t know how to give money to me, old guy?
What’s your money?
Isn't it said that you were a celebrity before?
You are still a star, don't you know how to repay your debts?
The gossip array composed of wine bottles was smashed to pieces.
The person who came to ask for money saw Pei Yan and said, "You are his son.
You are not his son.
Who are you from his family?"
Pei Yan asked, you guys are so vicious and evil, why do you owe me anything?
The visitor yelled, "The money for the drinks and the money for the girl's company are all for nothing.
Do you want to lose face?"
Pei Yan was choked and speechless.
There were chickens, dogs, sticks and wine bottles flying around in the corridor.
Zhuang Xiao probably arrived at this time.
Pei Yan's expression almost stiffened.
He had no experience in handling such a situation.
He didn't know who to beat even if he wanted to.
Zhuang Xiao was still experienced.
He pushed Pei Yan behind him, expressionlessly dug into his pocket, and quickly pulled out a wad of large banknotes: "How much is enough?"
The visitor stopped yelling when he saw the money.
There was a tacit understanding between the two parties.
They were both old acquaintances.
They counted the money and said, "It's really not enough.
The old guy is full of energy and even plays with each other.
He really enjoys it."
Pei Yan: "" The light in the corridor was dim.
Zhuang Xiao's face was tense and his lips were pursed very thin.
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He dug into his pocket again and found that there was no cash, so he said, "I'll go downstairs to get some money."
Pei Yan took out his mobile phone and whispered behind his back: "I can swipe and pay online.
It saves trouble.
How much do you need?"
Zhuang Xiao said, "No, I'll go get the money."
Pei Yan said: "Just send a red envelope and transfer money.
You may not have a domestic payment account, but I do."
Zhuang Xiao said: "You are not needed."
Pei Yan: "" Those people took enough money and left quickly under Zhuang Xiao's ice-like gaze.
They just wanted money and didn't bother with anything else.
Pei Yan sighed, your uncle will always be your uncle, his physical strength and energy have not diminished, he is still familiar with human affairs, and his son is responsible for paying the bill after the prostitution.
This is a beautiful thing.
The house was filled with rags, junk, and many bottles of wine.
It is said that this is called "hoarding", a mental illness in which people fill up space to cover up depression, brain damage, mental deficiencies and emptiness in life.
Pei Yan stood in the middle of the rubbish pile with his hands in his pockets.
He couldn't find a clean place to sit, and he couldn't directly ask why your father lived in a place like this.
Zhuang Xiao leaned against the wall, not wanting to speak, and answered Pei Yan's question with his eyes: Who gave the old guy's previous house?
Where did the previous house go?
A bottomless pit, anyone would be exhausted physically and mentally, and would be dragged down.
"You're making a film for Jiahuang, you shouldn't be.
Little bastard, if you disobey, they are not good people and they are not good at making movies.
Then they are just a bunch of fucking scum.
Little bastards, go and make a film with Jiahuang's people."
Uncle Zhuang Breathing slightly, his voice hoarse, he sat at the table like a clay sculpture.
After nagging for a long time, Zhuang Xiao finally got tired of the nagging and replied: "Make money to support the family and support you.
Whoever makes a movie with you is not a movie."
"I've already done this for you, I don't need you to support me, I wish I was dead, so get out of here."
Uncle Zhuang said.
"How far can I go and leave you alone?"
Zhuang Xiao said.
The voice was calm and cold, having had this conversation so many times that it was as numb as a repeater.
"You can't shoot with anyone, you can't, you can't shoot with them, and you can't sell it to Jiahuang to make a ridiculous amount of money, it will kill you."
Uncle Zhuang was suddenly immersed in that emotion.
"My feet, how, how are they disabled?
It's just those bastards.
Are you going to follow my old path?
These people will kill you."
Uncle Zhuang was trembling all over, and his state was not right.
Pei Yan was confused and looked at Zhuang Xiao, why did he say this?
Zhuang Xiao shook his head slightly, his eyes signaling to Pei Yan not to pay attention to his nonsense.
His brain is drunk, he is delusional, and everyone wants to harm him.
There is a man here who loved to drink when he was young, and his ability to drink was very poor.
When he was drunk, he would engage in drunken fighting, beat his wife, and even beat his son.
He soon beat his wife away, and after a few more years of beating him, he finally beat his own son away as well.
He even refused to come back after beating her to the other side of the ocean.
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In the filming scene, he fell in an accident, got injured, and became disabled.
Disability and poverty lead to people giving up on themselves and becoming desolate.
When they get older, they become crazy old drunkards who talk nonsense.
In the eyes of outsiders, this old drunkard is good-for-nothing, a loner, sliding into the abyss step by step, and dragging his son down in every aspect.
Uncle Johnny, the agent, and Zhang Huan from his team all called at this time.
Honey, you have become a hot topic again.
Do you know?
Why did you go to take the subway without anything, and even got into trouble with someone?
The police came.
Many people took photos of you bowing your head and apologizing to the police in the subway station.
Did you know that?
Pei Yan said: "Yes, I went down to the subway station to express my condolences to the police on duty, and I also handed out autographs to the fans."
Zhang Huan said lightly on the phone, "Yan Baoer, don't worry, this kind of thing can be easily solved.
The topic we are leading now is about you "showing up at the subway station without makeup in a low-key manner, accidentally bumping into passers-by, and sincerely apologizing, an upright boy."
Put on airs and show your true temperament."
The key words are no makeup, integrity, and true temperament.
Weibo big V and you post it In the official fan club, there are many of our own people, helping to change the public opinion, and then tomorrow we will bring up the old story again, that so-and-so hit a road worker in a drunk driving accident last year and escaped, and blackmailed the house next door.
Don't worry, it won't be a big deal to divert your attention.
We are professional in handling this kind of trouble and wiping it for you.
Pei Yan thanked Zhang Huan in a muffled voice for his help.
In the past, he always scolded Zhang Huan's public relations team.
He was dissatisfied with this one and dissatisfied with that one, and looked down upon their shabby methods of publicity.
It's most useful if you don't follow the trend.
Then there was the inevitable call from his mother.
Pei Yan whispered to his mother: "I have something to do at the moment.
I'll go over in a while.
You guys wait."
"Oh, something happened," Xu Qichang said considerately, "It doesn't matter, your dad and I are staying here tonight anyway, and we don't have to go back.
You two should try your best to come over for dinner and wait for you two."
Zhuang Xiao heard the voice on the phone and once again expressed to Pei Yan with his eyes: "Let's go.
Can you leave?"
Pei Yan grabbed Zhuang Xiao's wrist and held it, feeling very uncomfortable and frustrated.
Zhuang Xiao shook off his hand and said softly: "It's none of your business.
I don't want to affect your mood."
Pei Yan also whispered: "Your business is my business.
Wherever I go, I will accompany you."
Zhuang Xiao said: "What if paparazzi comes later and blocks you here?
How can you tell me to leave quickly?"
Uncle Zhuang raised his eyes, his eyes were all gray, and he was still confused, trying to piece together the information in his mind: "Are you Pei, Pei, or Pei, the one from Jiahuang that you filmed, Dragon Fighting Tianguan, and Drunken Master?"
Zhuang Xiao then pushed Pei Yan and left immediately, idiot.
"You think I can't tell?"
Uncle Zhuang stared straight at Zhuang Xiao, as if he couldn't believe it and couldn't accept it.
"It's all written on the Internet, so just follow him."
"Who am I following?"
Zhuang Xiao replied, his voice suddenly becoming louder.
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"You can't mess with anyone or anyone from Jiahuang," Zhuang Wenlong said.
"You are willing to pay as much as he gives you."
Pei Yan frowned and couldn't hold it in any longer, so she wanted to invite this old man to drink a pot of tea and chat.
Zhuang Xiao retorted again: "He didn't give me money, so I was happy."
Zhuang Xiao pushed Pei Yan towards the door and turned the doorknob.
"Old Pei, let's go."
A wine bottle was thrown over Zhuang Xiao didn't even use his hands to block it.
He turned his head to avoid the bottle.
Pei Yan was surprised that Zhuang Xiao stood there as a target and didn't move away.
He quickly reached out to cover Zhuang Xiao's face and suddenly pulled him away.
A sharp explosion rang in my ears.
Broken glass splattered from the wall, the goddess scattered flowers all over the ground, and some very broken green glass splattered on Zhuang Xiao's forehead.
Zhuang Xiao closed his eyes, then opened them again, blocking the shards of glass from his eyelids, and leaned against the wall motionless, the human target not wanting to speak.
Anyway, it's not the first time I've been hit by a bottle, and it doesn't seem to be the tenth or twentieth time either. gd1806102: