Change your mind

I don't know if Yang Fan was out of flattery, or if he really changed the taste and thought it was good. As soon as I served the dish, he gobbled it up, and kept admiring it while eating.

My mother also told me to eat well, but I found that I look much better when I eat than Yang Fan.

Seeing the child eating so deliciously, I couldn't bear to judge him arbitrarily, and planned to deliver the porridge to Zhang Yang myself.

Standing at the door, not sure if Zhang Yang was awake, I knocked on the door politely, but no one answered.

I opened the door and went in. This was the first time I entered Zhang Yang's bedroom.The decoration is very simple, there are no posters on the wall, except for a few books on a computer desk, it is a big wardrobe.

Feeling a little frigid, I thought so, walked over to put the porridge on the bedside table, and pushed Zhang Yang.

I fell asleep really deeply, and it took me a long time to wake up after messing with Zhang Yang.He glanced at me first, then rubbed his forehead and propped himself up against the head of the bed.

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Obviously he didn't know anything, but Zhang Yang said it as if he knew everything.

"It's okay." I pointed to the bowl of porridge and said, "You should drink something light first, I have a low fever."

"En." Zhang Yang nodded honestly, he reached out from under the quilt to serve the porridge, the thin air conditioner slid down, exposing his chest.

"..." I shifted my gaze unnaturally, distracted by chatting with Zhang Yang, "You already knew that I would come to your home to teach?"

After all, Zhang Yang was not surprised when he saw my expression.

"Yeah." Zhang Yang took a sip of porridge, nodded again and said, "I've seen you a few times since I came back from vacation."

I found that after Zhang Yang fell ill, his aura changed a lot, he became soft and obedient, and his reddish cheeks made people feel happy.

Enough, stop your own imagination first.

"Oh, that's pretty good." After holding back for a long time, I could only say this sentence. To be honest, I used to say one thing after another in front of my friends, but I was always a bit burdened in front of Zhang Yang. Show him your best side.

I just stood at the end of the bed and watched Zhang Yang finish his last mouthful of porridge. He even exaggeratedly licked the spoon at the end and praised that it was very delicious.

I really want to tell him that there is still in the pot, so there is no need to eat such a clean one.

After serving Zhang Yang and eating, I took the bowl and planned to go out to let Zhang Yang have a good rest.

Before I turned around, Zhang Yang stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Zhang Yang touched his nose, then looked at both sides of the pillow, took out his mobile phone from under the pillow, shook it and said to me: "Do you remember... the acting?"

I froze for a moment and said, "I still remember."

Speaking of this, I'm planning to discuss with Zhang Yang to cancel this matter, but it's not good to mention such things when others are sick.

Zhang Yang held up his mobile phone to me, "Well, she has already suspected the relationship between us, and now it's almost ready." "Oh." I answered absent-mindedly, walked over to pick up the mobile phone and checked, it was from WeChat chat record.

The note was "Girlfriend", which really left me speechless for a bit.

Girlfriend: Who is that boy?

Zhang Yang:.

Girlfriend: Didn't you go to see your friend?Friends can be so close?I think you guys almost kissed each other!

Zhang Yang: Oh.

Girlfriend: Zhang Yang, are you still a man? !

Zhang Yang: Yes.

Tsk tsk, I started to worry about his girlfriend during this conversation.

It really doesn't feel good to hit the soft cotton with an iron fist.

But what his girlfriend said next made me feel bad.

Girlfriend: Which slut is this? I didn't expect you to find a man instead of a woman's mistress.

Girlfriend: Hehe, neither of them is a good thing!

Zhang Yang: You say I can, don't talk about him.

"..." I don't know if Zhang Yang said this sentence for dramatic effect, or if he really had this idea, but I was really moved.

I was still puzzled, and began to suspect that Zhang Yang liked this girl, was he blind, or was he blind?

Girlfriend: I am not allowed to say?none of your business?I have to scold him!

But then it was obvious that part of the message record was deleted, maybe it was because the scolding was ugly.

I still want to read the news later, but the screen of the phone suddenly goes black, and there is no response when I press the power button, probably because it is out of battery.

I returned the phone to Zhang Yang in a complicated mood, and I didn't say anything for a long time.

It's very uncomfortable, when a fake mistress is scolded for real.

Zhang Yang stared at me for a long time before opening his mouth, "If you don't want to continue doing it, you can stop doing it, and I don't want you to be scolded by her. Or I shouldn't have raised this matter in the first place."

My drooping head suddenly lifted up when I heard this sentence, the corners of my mouth curled into a smile, and I said firmly, "It's okay, let's continue."

I take back what I said before to give Zhang Yang and his girlfriend a good impression of each other.

It is my responsibility to save the "blind" people.

As I thought about it, I don't know why Zhang Yang suddenly went crazy, he slipped into the quilt all of a sudden, exposed his head and urged me to go to eat quickly.

Damn, he was the one who kept me, and he was the one who drove me away.

Zhang Yang is really a difficult master to serve.

I left with the bowl in my hand, but Zhang Yang stopped me from behind: "Well, can you lend me your mobile phone?"

Zhang Yang showed an OK gesture with his hand, "I want to do a little manipulation."

It's related to his girlfriend, I can probably guess what he's going to do.

There was nothing strange in my phone, so I threw the phone to Zhang Yang without thinking too much.

Zhang Yang caught it, and asked me to unlock the password again, a string in my head suddenly broke, my password is really...

I bit the bullet and read it again, hoping that Zhang Yang would not think too much about it.

"970917, right?" Zhang Yang repeated, only taking the string of numbers as a password, and didn't think much about it.

After successfully unlocking the lock, Zhang Yang fiddled with his phone obsessively. I breathed a sigh of relief and finally went out with the bowl in hand.

970917 is Zhang Yang's birthday.

This is still the mistake I made back then. I fell in love with Zhang Yang when I was in high school, and I was really stunned. I even changed many passwords to be related to Zhang Yang.

These details often give me a little surprise.

But in these small places, habit is habit.

Although I changed many passwords to normal ones afterwards, because the lock screen password of the iPhone is six digits, I often input this string very smoothly, so I didn’t bother to think about new passwords at the time.

I usually use my fingerprint to unlock it, and rarely enter a password, so I gradually forgot about it.

I didn't expect to be asked by Zhang Yang today. This is simply more public execution than public execution.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang didn't notice it. Maybe it's normal for him to be busy planning his revenge plan and not notice it.

All in all, I don't want all my petty thoughts to be exposed, people still need some privacy, otherwise how can it be called a secret love?

Thinking about it from another angle, although I haven't really confessed, I have hinted to Zhang Yang countless times that it is definitely impossible for him not to know, unless his EQ is all fed to the dogs.

It's a pity that Zhang Yang didn't have any feelings for me, and even gradually alienated me.

Oh, it hurts so bad not to be able to recall this.

After I finished my meal, Yang Fan was quite discerning, and he was ahead of me cleaning up the dishes and washing the dishes.

"How can you make Brother Chu do these little things? I'll just do it."

I was not restrained either, so I sat on the sofa for a while to see that it was getting late, and it was time to go home.

I went back to Zhang Yang's room to get the phone again, this time I didn't think too much, I pushed the door and went in, only to see Zhang Yang holding the phone and giggling there.

Hearing the movement at the door, Zhang Yang was startled, "You, Huang Huang, you are here."

I didn't bother with what he called me for the time being, and asked instead: "You didn't use my mobile phone to watch some earthy videos, did you?"

It's hard for me not to doubt that silly smile.

Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, his face became redder because of the low fever, he paused and said, "No, how could I watch that kind of video."

"That's good." I took the phone, I don't want to push all these videos in the future.

"Are you leaving?" Zhang Yang asked.

I gave him a strange look and said, "Yes, it's getting late."

Zhang Yang groaned, and said again: "I thought we would chat for a while."

"Did you forget WeChat, you can chat at home."

"But talking face-to-face will make you feel better."

Will it feel more...?

I feel more restraint and self-restraint.

"Then what are you going to talk about?" I became a little interested and planned to take this opportunity to exercise myself.

Zhang Yang sat up, reached out and patted the bed beside him and said, "Come on, sit here and talk."

"..." I sat down and wanted to hear what Zhang Yang wanted to say.

Zhang Yang's voice was a little hoarse because of a cold, but it was more magnetic than before, and every word seemed to hit my heart: "Let's talk about you."

I couldn't help but laugh: "Me? What do I have to talk about?"

"No, your mother told us a lot about you." Zhang Yang said, his eyes looked at me directly, and I could see my face from his dark eyes, "I just want to hear you talk , understand each other."

I subconsciously averted my gaze, "What my mother said must be true, and there is nothing to repeat after she has said it."

Look at what I said, I was talking about Zhang Yang yesterday, so people can't take it anymore, how can I make people take it now.

Sure enough, Zhang Yang choked up and didn't speak. I, the culprit, hurriedly tried to remedy it, "I also want to know more about you, for example, why do you have different surnames from Yang Fan?"

After I asked, I immediately regretted it. It is really not advisable to speak without thinking through the brain in a hurry.

"That, I and my father's surname, his and my mother's surname, the two of them discussed it." Zhang Yang explained, I was relieved, fortunately it was not a big problem.

If I accidentally asked about taboos, I would really scold myself for a while.

Seeing me lowering my head, Zhang Yang thought about it too, and actually comforted me: "Don't think too much about it, Aunt Yuan said that you often hide it and take care of everything by yourself."

"Where are you thinking?" I looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously, and I already guessed what was going on in my heart.

Before I could speak again, Zhang Yang put his hands on my shoulders and said in a serious tone: "Aunt Yuan said that I want me to take care of you more. Tell me more about what you have in the future."

Zhang Yang's face is soft, and I'm the only one in his eyes.

This……

What is this!

It's as if I was entrusted by my mother for life.

I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles, I couldn't sit any longer, so I got up and left Zhang Yang's hands.

"I'm going back first." I said, and after walking two steps, I turned around and added: "Zhang Yang, don't go wrong because of temporary confusion."

After speaking, I didn't look at Zhang Yang's expression, and I went out of the room directly.

I can only remind him to get here.

Zhang Yang and I have always been on different paths. We were confused for a while and couldn't really meet together.

When I got home, my mother noticed when I was depressed, and she asked me what was wrong.

I shook my head and didn't say anything, I just asked how many times she and Zhang Yang had met.

My mother thought for a while and said: "As soon as we come home from Yangyang, let's meet. We have eaten several times."

"Oh."

"Why, you want to eat together too? Then we can get together next time."

"No, that's not what I meant." I sat down on the sofa, feeling physically and mentally exhausted.

My mother watched the TV series on the Ipad and answered casually: "But you should be glad that you have a late holiday."

"What do you mean..." I closed my eyes and asked weakly.

My mother has learned how to play tricks, she smiled, snorted and didn't continue.

Forget it, I don't have the mind to care about this today.