Anan

If it wasn't for Jiang Yu'an's hug, Feng An might not be able to sleep all night.When he woke up in the morning, he was stuck in the soft mattress, his thoughts were slack, and he was dazed for a while before realizing that he was still lying on Jiang Yu'an's bed, but Jiang Yu'an was no longer beside him.

He sat up abruptly.

The curtains were not drawn, and the light was dim, but there was a person sitting at the end of the bed, Jiang Yu'an.

Jiang Yu'an was no longer in the mess of being drunk last night. He was sitting neatly at the end of the bed, his shirt buttoned up to his neckline, with one hand on his knee. He didn't know how long he had been sitting like this looking at Feng An.

"Are you awake?" He said, his voice still a little hoarse, which shows that he didn't have a good rest last night.

Feng An was ashamed, lowered his head and whispered: "Mr. Jiang..."

Jiang Yu'an stood up: "Get up when you wake up, I ordered breakfast."

Jiang Yu'an's attitude is so calm, as if everything is the same as before, but Feng An still knows that some things have indeed changed.After washing up, he went to the living room to sit down. On the dining table were fried dough sticks, rice porridge and fried dumplings from the breakfast company. They were oily and fragrant, and they were all things he was used to. They were very appetizing, but Jiang Yuan did not make these.

Feng An took a bite of the fritters, his mouth was delicious, but his heart was astringent. He began to miss the thick and woody oatmeal boiled with milk, and wondered if he would have the chance to eat it in the future.

Jiang Yu'an poured himself a cup of coffee, didn't touch the deep-fried dough sticks and fried dumplings with a single chopstick, and only drank porridge randomly.It wasn't until Feng An put down the chopsticks that he wiped his mouth and said, "Let's talk."

Feng An immediately admitted his mistake: "Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..."

Jiang Yu'an raised his hand to interrupt him: "Don't mention what happened yesterday, I didn't blame you. I just want to ask, where did you hear the name Ningning?"

Feng An bit his lip and said in a low voice: "I listened to your call..." Although Jiang Yu'an didn't blame him when he said it, he still felt that Jiang Yu'an was angry, so he said something obediently, hoping that Jiang Yu'an would forgive him.

Listening to his decent analysis, Jiang Yu'an felt his head start to ache again after the hangover.He bowed his head and took a sip of coffee, and he told Feng An solemnly: "Ning Ning and I don't have that kind of relationship. His name is Jiang Wei Ning, and he is my younger brother. He has been studying abroad for the past few years, and he just came back yesterday, so I Go pick him up."

Feng An stared at him blankly, and then his face gradually turned red: "Yes, that's it..." He was so ashamed and indignant, thinking that he was too bad, Mr. Jiang said he was going to his parents' house, and he really did. He went to his parents' house, he didn't lie to him, he didn't believe it, and he was thinking about wronging Mr. Jiang... He even took advantage of Mr. Jiang's drunk to do that kind of thing to him... What should I do now, it's so embarrassing, I don't know Know whether Mr. Jiang will forgive himself.

Embarrassed, he clasped his hands under the table, his fingers twisted together, and he blushed and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang... I shouldn't just listen to your phone... But, I really like you... you... ..."

Jiang Yu'an put down the coffee cup: "This is the second thing I want to talk to you about. Feng An, do you still remember the reason why I asked you to stay at my house? I have been taking care of you like my own child during this time Yes, but you are not my child after all, so this overly intimate way of getting along may mislead you to have special feelings for me. This is my fault, and I am sorry."

Feng An raised his head, opened his eyes very wide, and looked straight at him: "Then you are so nice to me these days, are you pretending? In fact, you—" He suddenly pressed his lips tightly together He stopped, as if he was trying to restrain himself, and after a while, he finally uttered a weak question: "Don't you like me at all?"

Jiang Yu'an clenched a fist with one hand hanging by his side, his nails dug into his flesh, and his voice was still calm: "No, you are a very good boy, kind and hardworking, I admire you, but this kind of appreciation is different from what you have. There is a difference between liking and saying, can you understand what I mean?"

Feng An's tense nerves relaxed, and the light in his eyes also dimmed.He nodded with a lonely expression, and said softly: "I see, Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Yu'an stared down at his own reflection in the coffee cup, the coffee swayed slightly, and his face swayed into a blurred and distorted appearance.He opened his mouth calmly, and he continued: "If you feel uncomfortable staying here, I can help you find another place to live or work. Or you can stay if you think it's okay, and I will continue to be in charge of your life. Until the contract expires. It's up to you to decide, and I respect your will."

Feng An immediately replied: "I want to stay!"

Jiang Yu'an nodded, showing a smile: "Okay."

Feng An was at a loss, wondering if Jiang Yu'an's kindness meant that he had forgiven himself.But looking at the other party's natural attitude, I feel that this matter has probably been exposed, and it can be restored to its original state in the future.

This was what he was thinking at the moment, but soon Jiang Yu'an told him it was not like this with his actions.

In the afternoon, Jiang Yu'an went out because something suddenly happened in the company to be dealt with.Feng An didn't doubt that he was there, and waited for him to come back at home, but Jiang Yu'an didn't show up until it was time for dinner, but the delivery staff of the restaurant rang the doorbell and brought a table of exquisite dishes, which was similar to the last time. Exactly the same as the one in the side restaurant.

Feng An said that he wanted to eat it again, Jiang Yu'an agreed and did it, but his absence made the whole table tasteless.

It was the same for the next week.Jiang Yu'an is still very thoughtful, paying attention to every aspect of Feng An, but he no longer does everything by himself.He cared about Feng An's health and urged him to go to bed early and rest, but he no longer cooks every meal himself.When he was at work, he would still have lunch with Feng An, ask Feng An about his work, and seriously give advice or encouragement, but Feng An never stayed in his lounge to sleep again.

Feng An felt that Jiang Yu'an was keeping a distance from himself in a gentle way, the most obvious point of which was that Jiang Yu'an no longer hugged him - not only no hugs, but even normal physical touch. reduce.But Jiang Yu'an didn't treat him badly, he didn't deliberately indifference him, the attitude when he spoke was the same as before, and the food and clothing he gave him were also the best, he couldn't find fault with him.

He was very frustrated and more and more panicked, and finally couldn't help asking this day: "You didn't forgive me at all, did you?"

He squeezed the palm of his left hand, and the wound on the palm oozes blood: "Do you think I'm disgusting?"

Jiang Yu'an frowned tightly, knelt down and pressed a tissue to Feng An's wound, trying to stop the bleeding: "There is no such thing - you get up, come with me to clean the wound."

Feng An stared at his fingers, which were placed on his hands through a layer of tissues, and his nose trembled, tears fell down: "Then why don't you want to touch me?" He tore off the tissue, and spread out the wound on his palm to show Jiang Yu'an, feeling extremely wronged: "I'm in so much pain...can you give me a hug?"

Jiang Yu'an's heart was tormenting and churning in his chest. At this moment, he finally lost his principle completely, and he agreed to Feng An and said, "Okay, I'll hug you. If you are obedient, clean up the wound first..."

Before he finished speaking, Feng An had already thrown himself into his arms.Clinging tightly to Jiang Yu'an's shoulders, he cried bitterly: "Mr. Jiang, I like you so much, I don't want you to hate me..."

Jiang Yu'an was shaken by him, hugged him and sat on the tiled floor of the terrace, with his back leaning against the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the study: "I don't hate you." He stroked his hair, rubbed his back again and again, already I don't know how many times I told him.

Feng An was out of breath from crying, sobbed and shook his head with his eyes closed.

Jiang Yu'an fumbled to catch his wounded hand, feeling very uncomfortable: "You are still very young now, and you will meet someone better and more suitable for you in the future, why do you have to waste your energy on me?" He smiled wryly: "I'm already 40 years old. You think I'm good now. In a few years, you may not think so again. Go out and have fun and make other friends, isn't it good?"

Feng An couldn't listen to his words at all, because the 40-year-old Jiang Yu'an was in his prime, and he was unparalleled in the world. No matter how many people he knew, he couldn't compare to a Mr. Jiang.

He backed away a little, and looked at Jiang Yu'an with tears in his eyes: "Do you not believe me? I like you, and I will never change my heart." He swears, "You are, 80 years old , I like you too."

Jiang Yu'an didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Feng An, don't you know the good from the bad? I'm 80 years old, I'm already an old man! Why do you still like me?"

Feng An wiped away his tears and answered him with sobs: "Nothing, I will take care of you when you are 80 years old. You just need to hug me every day."

Jiang Yu'an looked at him deeply: "At that time, I was old and sick, and I was short of breath after walking two steps. I lay in bed every day, and I couldn't hold you for a long time."

Feng An shook his head, leaned back softly, and wrapped his arms around him: "Then let me hug you... I have strength... I will hug you..."

Jiang Yu'an stopped talking, he had nothing to say, although he was fighting in the mall, but he was not Feng An's opponent.

In the end, Jiang Yu'an half-hugged and half-dragged Feng An up from the ground, treated his wound with iodophor, and first covered it with a band-aid.Feng An went to the flower and bird market on weekends to buy a few pots of Longsha gemstones, and brought them back and placed them on the terrace outside the study. He said that this kind of flower would grow into a large piece in the future, and it must be very beautiful to climb on the guardrail.Jiang Yu'an knew what his plan was, he just wanted to find a reason to come to his study frequently in the future, but seeing his careful ingratiation, he didn't have the heart to stop him for a while.Who knew that Feng An would injure his hand while playing with flowers and plants.

Feng An's palm was poked in by the wire. It looked like a small wound on the outside, but it was actually a little deep. Jiang Yu'an was worried and took him to the hospital for a tetanus shot.

On the way back, Feng An didn't speak. He didn't know if he was tired from crying a lot, or because he got an injection.

Jiang Yu'an felt that his red eyes were pitiful, so he couldn't harden his heart, so he asked him nicely, "What do you want for lunch?"

Feng An turned to look at him: "Are you really not angry with me?"

Jiang Yu'an said helplessly: "I'm not angry with you."

Feng An said timidly, "Then we're reconciled?"

Jiang Yu'an was silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Feng An, you are also an adult, I can say something directly. Since I will not be with you, it is necessary to keep a proper distance. This is my attitude towards feelings. It is also respect for you, and I hope you can understand my decision."

After saying this, there was no sound from the co-pilot for a long time.

Jiang Yu'an drove the car for a while, feeling restless, wondering if Feng An was crying again, so she quietly looked at him from the corner of her eye, only to find that Feng An was not crying.He just quietly leaned on the back of the chair, looking sideways at the window, but Jiang Yu'an couldn't see clearly what expression was on his face.

After a long time like this, Feng An suddenly said in a low voice: "Mr. Jiang, can you tell me why you refuse to accept me?"

Jiang Yu'an breathed a sigh of relief, and casually made up a reason to perfunctory him: "Because you are too young to meet the requirements of my ideal partner. The partner I need should be someone with similar experience to me, so that I can keep pace with me in thought. Consistent, can support my work and life. Do you think that in your current situation, if I am with you, will it help me in any way?"

Feng An nodded: "I know, I will work hard. Mr. Jiang, if one day I reach your standard and you are not married, can you give me a chance?"

Jiang Yu'an laughed, thinking that if there is such a day, it will probably be a long time later. Feng An will meet a younger and better lover who is similar to his age, so why would he put himself, an outdated old man? In his heart, he nodded and agreed, "Yes."

Feng An suddenly became excited, stared at him with piercing eyes and said: "Really?" Then he insisted without waiting for Jiang Yu'an's answer, and continued: "Then we have agreed, you can't go back on it!"

Jiang Yu'an glanced at him: "When did I regret what I said?"

The gloomy aura on Feng An's body disappeared in an instant, and the pupils glowed again.He finally got Jiang Yu'an's promise, and found a way to touch happiness.His life is finally no longer aimless suffering, he also has his own goals!

The car drove into the garage of the community, Jiang Yu'an turned off the engine, and suddenly heard Feng An calling himself: "Mr. Jiang!"

He turned to look at him: "Huh?"

"I want to keep studying!"

Jiang Yu'an froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Okay, I'll contact the school for you."

Feng An shook his head: "No, I won't go to school. Going to school is too slow. I'll buy the books and read them myself, and sign up for the college entrance examination directly."

Jiang Yu'an smiled and shook his head: "What is this called, haste makes waste, haven't you learned it in elementary school textbooks?" He opened the car door and got out of the car, and went upstairs with Feng An: "Don't think it's just a joke. If you really want to continue studying, I will help you contact the teacher—you have been away from school for so long, I guess you have forgotten what you learned before!"

Feng An thought about it, and thought what Jiang Yu'an said was reasonable, and agreed: "Yes, I have to review it first."

Jiang Yu'an couldn't help laughing, as if he was laughing because of his childish behavior, but in fact he was filled with emotion.The world of adults has its own set of rules, everyone will leave a place for themselves to defend, only Feng An is so defenseless and wholeheartedly dependent on him, he will cry because of his own words, and because of his own words, his tears will be broken. for laughing.

The elevator reached the floor, and the door opened slowly. Jiang Yu'an stepped out first, took out the key from his pocket, and was about to open the door, but just as he stepped into the corridor, he saw someone squatting at the door.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Yu'an walked over.

Jiang Weining was squatting there with his knees buried in his head, but when he heard a voice, he jumped up all of a sudden: "Brother, why didn't you answer my call?!"

Jiang Yu'an took out his mobile phone and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a missed call. He was busy registering and queuing at the hospital just now, so he didn't notice the phone vibrating. Later, Jiang Weining didn't call again, so he didn't know.

"I didn't hear." Jiang Yu'an looked at his younger brother's attire, cap baseball shirt, and a bag on his back, and immediately had a premonition: "Did you ask me for something?"

Jiang Weining was about to speak when he suddenly saw someone hiding behind Jiang Yu'an, so he smiled and waved to greet him: "Hi! Are you Feng An?"

Feng An had already seen Jiang Weining's face clearly just now, so he was too embarrassed to come out even after hiding behind Jiang Yu'an.At this time, the other party took the initiative to greet him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go around Jiang Yu'an, blushing and whispering to him: "Well, I'm Feng An, hello."

Jiang Weining had already learned about Feng An's situation from his elder brother, so he didn't care about Feng An's strange behavior, and only regarded him as shy when meeting strangers.After a brief self-introduction, he turned to Jiang Yu'an and said, "Brother, open the door quickly! My phone is out of battery!"

Jiang Yu'an opened the door and let him in: "Your phone is dead and you want to rush to my place?"

Jiang Weining let out a long sigh: "Hey, that's a long story, I just waited for you for a long time—huh? Where did you get the painting? What kind of taste, it's too ugly!"

Jiang Yu'an glared at him: "What's your business? I just like it."