After I fell in love with the double slag Gong, Bai Yueguang came back

After Jiang Yan sang the song, he strode off the stage. The applause was thunderous, and the audience was deafening. A hula-la crowd surrounded him happily.

In public places, under the watchful eyes of everyone, even if he is holding his breath, he will not turn his face. He is as good as he is and signs a group photo.

Jiang Yan put one hand into his pocket and walked out of the banquet hall absent-mindedly. As expected, he saw Cheng Jianyu's silhouette in the corridor.

Cheng Jianyu was leaning against a glass door, with one long leg half bent, holding a mobile phone in one hand, and resting his other hand on his elbow, talking on the phone with his head tilted. I don't know if it was because he lost weight recently or because of the size of his shirt. Half a size bigger, baggy, with clearly raised wrist bones, coupled with slender and clean fingers, there is a sense of poise between gestures and gestures.

Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes, stopped and looked at him from a distance.

The sound insulation effect of the door of the banquet hall is excellent, cutting off the noise in the room, and the corridor is quiet and leisurely, only Cheng Jianyu's clear and soft voice.

"Mr. Wen, won't I bother you tonight?"

"Shall I bring a bottle of red wine?"

"Um... what do you like to drink? I guess it's the brand I saw at your house last time."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to meeting you too."

Cheng Jianyu's every sentence, every word, despite his indifference, is soaked in tenderness, as if a little force can squeeze out dripping water.

This kind of special treatment can only be enjoyed by individuals, Jiang Yan twitched his lips mockingly, thinking to himself, if we want to divide people into three, six or nine classes, Wen Yueming must be the first class of Cheng Jian Yuxin, and the second class is Zhong Lunian. no.

Only Cheng Jianyu dared to treat him like this, but there was nothing he could do.

Cheng Jianyu hung up the phone, turned his head, saw Jiang Yan, the natural smile on his face faded instantly, this reaction was like a needle stabbing into Jiang Yan's heart, his chest was heavy, his breathing stopped for a moment, he folded his arms, and asked calmly: go for a date?"

"Yeah." Cheng Jianyu cherishes ink like gold, and is reluctant to reveal it.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, pursed the corners of his mouth, and asked bluntly: "You drove the car away, what should I do?"

Cheng Jianyu said briefly: "You ask Ah Sheng to pick you up."

"He's on sick leave." Jiang Yan gave a reason casually, looked up at Cheng Jianyu, snorted softly, and refused to let go, "You brought me here, and you have to be responsible for bringing me back."

Cheng Jianyu's expression was light and calm, and he didn't argue with him, "Take a taxi back by yourself. If you are so poor that you can't afford a taxi, I'll give you a red envelope."

Jiang Yan's thin lips pursed deeper, and his slender eyes narrowed into lines, staring straight at him, as if they were going to turn into blades to scrape off pieces of his body, and he squeezed out lines between his teeth , "The memory is really bad, you deleted my WeChat a long time ago."

Cheng Jianyu was not a bit embarrassed, turned away his face slightly, and deliberately teased him, "Jiang Yan, if you pester me like this, I will feel that you can't let me go at all, and you won't be able to get out of those five years."

"You think it's beautiful." Jiang Yan held his arms tightly, looked him up and down frivolously, and said coolly: "Apart from your thinner waist and longer legs, there is nothing special about you."

Except that the waist is narrow but not thin, it can withstand playing and tossing, except that the legs are slender and straight, the bones are well-proportioned, and the ankles are like curved white crescents, except for the cool and sour orange smell on the body, in addition to the fresh color and soft lips, Except for the gentleness that flows from the corners of the eyebrows and eyes when you laugh...

Cheng Jianyu made a long "oh" sound, glanced at him with a chuckle, then stopped looking at him, turned and walked forward, "Goodbye."

Jiang Yan choked for a moment, staring intently at his leaving back until his figure disappeared and turned the corner of the corridor.

Cheng Jianyu occasionally drank red wine, but he didn't know much about red wine research. It was just for fun. He bought a bottle according to the brand year he drank at Wen Yueming's last time, changed his clothes when he went home, and put some hairspray on his loose hair. I picked up the perfume that I hadn't used for a long time and sprayed it on.

He didn't like to tidy up since he was a child, he was busy working everywhere to earn tuition fees, he didn't have that kind of leisure and leisure, and he only pursued simplicity in dressing, as comfortable as possible, which was exactly the opposite of Wen Yueming's pursuit of exquisite clothing and food.

When he first met Wen Yueming, he was unsophisticated, and felt that the reason why the neighbors praised this man was because of his outstanding clothes and appearance. After getting acquainted with him, he understood why Wen Yueming was so popular. The elegant demeanor carried on the body is neither forced nor artificial, good at communication, but also able to grasp the sense of proportion. Simply put, it makes people like sipping tea and drinking nectar, which can only be compared with spring breeze.

Before he knew Jiang Yan, Cheng Jianyu thought that most of the children of these generations of wealthy families were as comfortable as Wen Yueming.

Wen Yueming's family lives in a high-end residential area in the city, and the surrounding facilities are not comparable to the bustling area, but the greening of the community is ingenious, full of tall golden-leaf elm trees, green in summer, and orange and fresh in autumn.

When Cheng Jianyu arrived, Wen Yueming had just finished cooking the first dish, lightly scooping ice grass with juice, this time it was just the two of them, Cheng Jianyu put down the wine, washed his hands, and went into the kitchen to help.

This three-bedroom, two-living house has a particularly spacious kitchen with all kinds of kitchen utensils. It seems that the owner is a person who knows how to eat.

Wen Yueming lowered his head, while cutting the green bamboo shoots neatly, he said slowly: "Today there is a patient, he said that I am not like a doctor."

"Because you're so handsome?" Cheng Jianyu deliberately teased him.

Wen Yueming looked at him with a smile, and slowly chopped vegetables, "Because my writing is so clear, he can understand it at a glance."

Cheng Jianyu burst out laughing, and rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand stained with water, "I have never read the doctor's handwriting clearly except for you, is it really written?"

"Some are, some are not, there will be abbreviations and Latin, for example, Dx stands for dexamethasone..." Wen Yueming walked over, pulled out a piece of paper, with a serious look, wiped the water stains on the tip of Cheng Jianyu's nose, and continued: " If you don't understand, you can ask me."

Rubbing his hand brushed his cheek, Cheng Jianyu's heart jumped suddenly, turned his face away, and looked away, "Well, wait until the next time I'm sick."

"Then I hope you never ask me." Wen Yueming said sincerely.

Just after saying this sentence, there was a knock on the door, "哐...咚...哐" knocked three times, followed by six or seven knocks in a hurry, like a loan shark coming to collect debts.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Wen Yueming shook his head with a smile first, and said in a low voice: "Let's bet, I guess it's Jiang Yan."

Cheng Jianyu took it for granted, except for Jiang Yan, no one in this world would knock on Wen Yueming's door like this.

Wen Yueming opened the door, and Jiang Yan stood at the door, wearing a clean round-neck sweater with white trim on the sleeves and neckline, very handsome and capable, he stretched his head, looking straight into the room.

"Come in and sit down." Wen Yueming glanced at him, washed his hands, and walked into the kitchen again.

Jiang Yan circled the living room, glanced casually as he passed the kitchen, and saw Yu in the process of slipping his eyes without any trace, staying for a few seconds, Da Lala sat on the dining table and chairs at the door of the kitchen, spread his two long legs, fingers crossed, elbows Putting it on his lap, he stared blankly at the two people in the kitchen.

The relationship between the three of them was hard to describe, which was embarrassing. His arrival was like a cold current, which chilled the room.

Cheng Jianyu saw Wen Yueming's slightly trembling shoulders, turned his head to look, Wen Yueming couldn't help smiling, he bent his elbow to touch Wen Yueming, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Wen, is it funny?"

"A little bit." Wen Yueming stopped laughing, and took the vegetables washed by his hands, "He is so similar to when he was a child."

Cheng Jianyu asked indifferently: "He was like this when he was a child, have you ever beaten him?"

"He's not like this in front of me, but at home, he's a little unreasonable." Wen Yueming chopped up the vegetables and sprinkled them into the Gudong Gudong soup pot.

Cheng Jianyu's thin eyelids drooped, sniffing the rich aroma of chicken soup in the air, "No wonder."

Jiang Yan couldn't hear what he was whispering, but looking at the intimacy, he vaguely felt that it was related to him, and felt very uncomfortable.

For the first time, he felt that the little uncle whom he admired since childhood was quite annoying, not because Wen Yueming was bad, but... He compared with Wen Yueming, the more he compared, the more he felt that he was not good enough.

Wen Yueming's advantages have all turned into disadvantages.

He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves a few times, and strode into the kitchen, breaking the original harmonious atmosphere, and asked calmly, "What are you talking about?"

"Talking about your childhood." Wen Yueming told the truth, looked at his rolled up sleeves, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to fight, or do you want to cook?"

Jiang Yan clenched his fists hanging down, looked at the indifferent Cheng Jianyu, walked straight to the sink, washed his hands, and said nonchalantly, "Cooking, is cooking harder than singing?"

Wen Yueming adjusted his glasses, and while drying his hands, he praised: "Okay, you are ambitious, I will give you the kitchen. Uncle is looking forward to your craftsmanship."

After finishing speaking, he patted Cheng Jianyu on the shoulder. Cheng Jianyu reacted quickly, took out a piece of paper, wiped his hands, and the two of them walked out of the kitchen in tacit understanding, leaving Jiang Yan alone.

Jiang Yan's blood rushed to his head, wishing he could overturn the stew in the pot, damn it, do you take him as a nanny?

He was angry and anxious, gritted his teeth deeply, grasped the sharp kitchen knife, and chopped a few potatoes on the cutting board vigorously, half of the potato rolled to the ground, he stared at it, bent down to pick it up, and picked it up. He rushed down the pool, thinking that this half is filial to his uncle, who would let Wen Yueming bury him in front of Cheng Jianyu.

Although he was so angry that his chest was tight and he had a headache, he still hadn't lost his mind. He turned on his phone, searched food videos, and learned a few simple quick-hand dishes by following the instructions of cats and tigers.

In the living room, Wen Yueming played an old movie, the classic version of "Macbeth". Cheng Jianyu, as the screenwriter, has watched all the film adaptations of Shakespeare, and this classic is no exception. I still enjoy rewatching it and remember it fresh.

He kicked off his slippers, crossed his knees, and sat on the plush carpet under the sofa. Wen Yueming sat upright and focused on the screen.

Jiang Yan came out of the kitchen with two dishes in both hands, and happened to put a classic line in the movie. Wen Yueming's hands naturally drooped and rested on the back of Cheng Jianyu's neck. Cheng Jianyu turned his head to look at him, with the corners of his mouth curled up, relaxed his body, and leaned on the sofa , the distance from Wen Yueming is very close.

Cheng Jianyu didn't need to look at the screen, and whispered casually along with the actors: "No matter how long the darkness is, the day will always come."

Wen Yueming smiled softly, and said in a deep and slow voice with a standard accent, "The night is long that never finds the day."

The atmosphere between the two is natural, like simultaneous interpretation, so harmonious that no other person can get in.

Hold.

Jiang Yan's chest was numb, and he slammed the dishes on the table, shouting in a rough voice: "Dinner is ready!"

Shakespeare is all fucking gay.

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