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Yan Junge was so calm that he drove back to the village in silence. He saw several people talking outside from a distance, and there was a table in front of him that was steaming.

When he parked the car, he remembered that Zhang Yiyan had been left in his room.

As soon as they got out of the car, the two of them walked up one behind the other. Huang Yong greeted, "Brother Yan, sister-in-law, come and have something to eat. This dish is very delicious."

Yan Junge walked over and took a look at the half-eaten food. He had no appetite and shook his head.

"Don't worry, there are new ones in the back room that haven't been brought out yet. They're specially reserved for you."

Yan Junge continued to shake his head, and then said very seriously, "I have something to announce. Director Song Qingsong and I officially break up today. We will discuss our affairs from now on. Don't make any mistake."

After saying that, no matter what the expressions of the few people were, they walked towards the house with long legs. They didn't know how Zhang Yiyan was doing.

Leaving a few people confused, Song Qing felt the gazes of several people and nodded with a dull face, "Yes, he and I are just colleagues from now on."

"Crench."

The wooden door was pushed open, and Yan Jun's eyes widened suddenly. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

Zhang Yiyan waited for a long time but could not wait for Yan Junge to come back. The sand on his body made him very uncomfortable, and he was afraid that others would touch him and break the yang energy he had just absorbed.

He could only fumble around to change his clothes. If it was a living thing, he would be able to sense it, but the clothes were dead.

Halfway through his clothes, the door suddenly opened, and Zhang Yiyan was startled, "Who???"

"Gudong."

The sound of swallowing.

Yan Junge's aura?

"Yan Junge, are you back?"

Yan Junge reacted, slammed the door, and hung the bolt.

"Yes, it's me. Sorry, I'm a little late."

"I'll help you."

Zhang Yiyan was sitting on the kang on his knees, with his body tilted, his hair spread out, shoulders half exposed, and his face haggard. He looked weak no matter how weak he was. When he called Yan Junge, he unconsciously softened his voice.

After getting closer, I saw that his right shoulder was covered in bruises, his breathing was suffocated, and he wanted to touch it with his fingers but didn't dare to.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Yiyan, I'll go find some medicinal oil and bring it over. Your shoulders are already blue."

Zhang Yiyan closed his eyes and felt that his right shoulder was indeed uncomfortable, so he nodded.

Yan Junge hurried out of the house, asked the village chief for some medicinal oil, and came back in a hurry without wasting a second.

The stopper was opened, Zhang Yiyan raised his hand and put it on the back of his hand, leaned over and smelled it. It was indeed the medicinal oil for bruises and injuries, and the medicine was pure.

"Take medicine."

Yan Junge felt the coolness on his fingertips and found some clothes to cover his legs. "It might hurt a little, so bear with it."

"Ah."

He warmed the medicated oil with his warm palms and rubbed it on his shoulders. Zhang Yiyan pursed his lips tightly and endured the pain in his shoulders.

Slowing down, she gently placed her headrest on his shoulder, breathing a little faster, "Be gentle."

"Gudong"

His Adam's apple slipped and he licked his dry lips, "Okay."

Don’t look at anything inappropriate, don’t look at anything inappropriate, don’t look at anything inappropriate

He tilted his head and waited like this for twenty minutes. He felt that the congestion was almost gone. Yan Junge put away the medicinal oil. Just when his fingers were about to touch Zhang Yiyan, the other party stopped him and said, "Wash your hands."

",,,you dislike me?"

He shook his head and said, "I don't like the smell of medicinal oil."

It's pretty straightforward, "Okay, I'm going to wash my hands."

"Are you hungry? They are eating mutton soup and mutton kebabs outside."

Zhang Yiyan continued to shake his head, "It's too tangy, so I won't eat it."

"Then what do you want to eat?"

"can you cook?"

Yan Junge washed his hands, returned to the bed, and began to dress him and button them. "Home-cooked food, I know a few."

The corners of his lips curled up, "You're pretty awesome, I've never cooked before."

"Yes, I am also good at something."

"I want to eat tomato scrambled egg noodles tomorrow morning, is that okay?"

"No problem, leave it to me."

Zhang Yiyan felt that his mood was improving and his smile deepened.

"Yan Junge, you have to stay here and don't let anyone touch me before dawn."

After saying that, he groped and lay down on the kang. Yan Junge had already changed the sheets and quilts he had brought for him, so it wouldn't feel strange to lie down on them.

Yan Junge lay on the bed and looked down at him, "Are you sleepy? Are you sleeping?"

"Ah."

"In a word, I can ask you why you don't let others touch it, but I can touch it."

Zhang Yiyan pulled the quilt and said, "I am regulating my inner breath. Your breath is very pure. If it is mixed with other people's breath, it will hinder the body's repair."

Yan Junge felt that his mission was very important and he was smiling from ear to ear. "Make sure to complete the mission."

He simply washed up, checked the doors and windows, and lay down on the other side of the kang bed. The amazing thing was that he thought he would not be able to sleep, but in the end he didn't think about Song Qing's words at all and fell asleep quickly.

?(???‵‵)?

"One word, one word, get up."

Yan Junge wore an apron and stood in front of the kang bed. Zhang Yiyan raised his left hand and touched the handkerchief that covered his eyes. Sure enough, his eyes were healed, but the injury to his shoulder would still take two days.

After getting out of bed, Yan Junge held his hand and went out. Feeling the sunshine on his face, Zhang Yiyan raised the corners of his lips and said, "Take off the veil."

"it is good."

The light blue veil was taken off, revealing a complete and delicate face. The eyelids trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and blinked with some discomfort.

Yan Junge took a step forward to block the sunlight, "How's it going? Did it hurt your eyes?"

After fluttering her long eyelashes a few times, she finally opened her eyes and saw the person in front of her clearly. Her smile deepened and she said, "Okay."

"Great." Yan Junge lowered his head and looked at his eyes, "The corners of his eyes are still a little red. If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me."

"Well, why are you wearing an apron?"

Yan Junge shook his apron and smiled proudly, "We, comrades, want to eat tomato and egg noodles. I must be satisfied."

"Let's go and eat some noodles."

Zhang Yiyan was amused by his tone and expression, "Let's walk."

When we got to the kitchen, everyone else had rice porridge, steamed buns, and steamed buns. Only the two of them had two bowls of noodles.

Huang Yong wandered over, "Where did you get the noodles? Let's try some."

As he was about to move his chopsticks, Zhang Yiyan just raised his eyes and glanced at him. Huang Yong immediately changed his direction and said, "Brother Yan, don't eat alone."

"Fuck off."

"Got it."

Zhang Yiyan's right arm was still a little sore, so he ate very slowly. Yan Junge finished a large bowl of noodles in one go, then took his bowl and said, "Here, I'll feed you."

"no need."

Yan Junge picked up the noodles with chopsticks unwillingly, "Your arms are not healed yet, so you are eating slowly."

"You haven't finished eating yet, and the noodles have turned into gnocchi. Just think of me as repaying your life-saving grace."

"Ah, open your mouth."

Zhang Yiyan raised his eyes and looked at him, feeling that he was giving him too much face, "Yan Junge!!"

The next moment, the noodles were brought to his mouth with chopsticks, "Hmm~"

"It's delicious."

The red lips were stained with oil and tomato juice. Zhang Yiyan just looked at him, which made him feel scared.

Yan Junge felt that he was too proud, so he quickly took out a piece of paper and wiped the corners of his mouth, "Hey, don't be angry, don't be angry."

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yiyan finally finished half a bowl of noodles slowly and said, "Let's go."

"There's so much left,"

"You gave me too much. I already said I couldn't finish it."

Yan Junge sighed, took the bowl and finished the remaining half bowl of noodles.

A trace of surprise flashed in Zhang Yiyan's eyes, and then he tilted his head and looked at him, "You are the second person who will eat my leftovers."

"I'm afraid of wasting food. When I was on a mission in the mountains, I ate all the bugs."

"By the way, who's the first one?"

"Uncle Master."

",,,,"