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

Cheng Jianyu patted the down jacket, the snow particles fell like blown dandelions, took a breath, turned into white mist and rose up, the river pond at night was empty, and the quiet needle drop could be heard, "Jiang Yan, you shouldn't come to my house .”

Jiang Yan put his hands in the pockets of his sweater, half a head taller than him, leaned slightly, and looked down at him with dark eyes, "But I want to see you."

"Go home, stay with your family, and don't waste time on me." Cheng Jianyu ignored it, and was perfunctory insincerely.

Jiang Yan pouted, turned his head sideways and paused: "I don't think this is a waste of time, at least I saw you."

Cheng Jian Yu Qingjun's face was expressionless, as cold as the weather, "It's over now, you should go home."

"You are so unfeeling." Jiang Yan lowered his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, lifted his collar, leaned his back against the electric pole standing beside him, and watched the snowflakes fall quietly on the ground, "I have been with you for five years, Every time during the Spring Festival, I'm so busy that I don't have a good time with you, it's a pity to think about it."

In the past few years when his career was on the rise, every festive season was full, and 24 of the 21 hours a day were spent on the plane. In his eyes, festivals are synonymous with work-intensive, not to mention celebrating at home happily.

Now, I want to spend the Spring Festival with Cheng Jianyu, but I have no chance.

Cheng Jianyu turned around and locked the door tightly with one hand, without looking at Jiang Yan, "We have been separated for so long, it's time for you to come out, and stop talking about the past."

Jiang Yan's nose was sore, he didn't know if it was cold, or the pain in his heart was spreading, he gritted his teeth faintly, "You think I don't want to? But I fucking like you, I just can't leave you, I can't even feel it if I can't see you Can't sleep, do you think that everyone can get out like you?!"

"Jiang Yan." Cheng Jianyu approached him, light and cool snowflakes fell on his lips, and as his breath turned into water droplets, he said word by word: "Why be so serious, the world is so big, you will meet other people, they don't know Will be as unfeeling as I am, will not embarrass you, will not let you down, change your goal, and you will live more easily."

Jiang Yan turned his face away, unwilling to look at his decisive eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, clear in the lonely snow, "What nonsense do you say, I like you, even if you don't like me, you use me as a substitute, I can't control myself from not liking you, you are so smart, but you teach me, how can I not like you?"

Cheng Jianyu was silent for a few seconds. Facing Jiang Yan like this, he didn't know how to answer, so he said lightly, "Happy Chinese New Year to you."

After finishing speaking, he pushed open the courtyard door and walked in. Jiang Yan's eyes behind his back were piercing, as if he wanted to see through him, but he didn't seem to feel it. Yan and complex emotions are isolated from the door.

The windows of the room were covered with a layer of warm water mist, accompanied by opera ditties, he did not want to disturb his grandma's peaceful life with his personal affairs, stood in the snow, took a few deep breaths, and pushed open the door with a smile.

The old lady was wearing a pair of presbyopic glasses, and she pulled down a piece of the glasses to look at his empty back, "Where is the young man?"

"Our house is too small, he lives in a hotel." Cheng Jianyu said casually, took off his heavy down jacket, and fell headlong on the sofa.

The old lady put down her precious remote control and looked at Cheng Jianyu face to face, "Are you still arguing?"

Cheng Jianyu blinked, turned his head and buried half of his face in the pillow, "No, don't listen to his nonsense, we are not that kind of relationship."

"Why not? He said he missed you. It's a big holiday. You came all the way from the Shanghai stock market, right?" The old lady reached out and tapped his forehead reproachfully.

Cheng Jianyu let out a long breath, gradually relaxed and stretched his hands and feet, and said softly: "Grandma, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

The old lady rolled his eyes at him, pulled a pillow, and raised the back of his head to put him on a cushion, "Go to sleep, I think he's a nice guy, he cares about you, but this job is not very good, he works outside all day, he's too lonely It's..."

Cheng Jian Yu'an fell asleep peacefully, dreamed strange dreams all night, woke up in the morning, stared blankly at the strange ceiling, and it took several seconds before he realized that he was at home.

It snowed all night last night, the bare sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard was wrapped in plain clothes, the thick snow ground creaked when stepped on, the morning smoke in the small city curled up, the people on the other side of the river pond babbled and babbled, the voices of the city practiced Grandpa and aunt came back with freshly squeezed milk, lively and lively.

Cheng Jianyu was sweating hot after sweeping the snow in the yard. He simply opened his down jacket, intending to build a snowman with the snow at the door, and when he opened the door, a black Passat parked steadily at the door, looking through the windshield. , he saw that the driver was wearing an army green jacket and was sleeping with his head up on the driver's seat.

The skin of the hand that rests casually on the steering wheel is white and clean, the wrist bones are sharp and protruding, like the tip of an ice skate, the back of the hand has faint blue veins lurking, the knuckles are long and strong, and it is a natural hand for playing the piano and writing lyrics.

As if telepathic, the hand moved slightly, pulled off the jacket that covered his head and face, and turned his head to the window. Jiang Yan sank in the driver's seat, his face was pale, his jaw was thin, and his lips looked a little thin. He lowered the window , "You slept really long enough."

He carried an exquisite paper packaging bag from the co-pilot, pushed the door open and got out of the car with his long legs, and handed it to Cheng Jianyu, "I bought breakfast for you and grandma, it's still hot."

"No, you can eat it yourself, we will cook it ourselves." Cheng Jianyu wanted to ask why he hadn't left yet.

Jiang Yan's hand stopped in the air, and the other hand rubbed the tip of his nose, "You take it, the car rental company is too wicked, the air conditioner in this broken car can only cool down."

Cheng Jianyu saw that there was no blood on his face, and felt helpless. Fortunately, Jiang Yan usually loves sports and has good physical fitness. He needs to change to an ordinary person. In this kind of weather where the water is dripping into ice, it is time to get into the ambulance after staying in the car overnight. A faint reminder: "The Spring Festival hotel is open as usual."

"The hotel can't see your home." Jiang Yan coughed violently, and his eyes were irritated and reddish.

Cheng Jianyu took the heavy handbag and smelled the aroma of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. There is a famous porridge shop nearby. The signature is preserved egg and lean meat porridge. , sold out and exchanged for other porridge, there is often a long line of people queuing at the door around five o'clock, "Thank you, you go home."

Cheng Jianyu issued an order to evict the guest again.

"Don't rush, I'll go home today." Jiang Yan flicked his wrist lightly. The 1.8 meter tall man squatted down without hesitation, looked up at him while coughing, and said weakly: "I seem to have a fever."

Cheng Jianyu glanced at him calmly, "Turn left at the intersection and there is a clinic. If you don't open the door, call the number written on the wall."

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, looked at the snow-covered ground, and looked unlovable, "I want to go to your house, don't need to see a doctor, just rest for a while."

"You'd better go see a doctor, I can take you to the clinic." Cheng Jianyu politely refused.

Jiang Yan's thick black eyelashes trembled, and the tip of his eyes drooped lower, like a handsome fir tree wilted by frost, "I don't want to go."

Cheng Jianyu said helplessly, "That's up to you."

After a while of silence, Jiang Yan raised his eyes, his stern eyelids looked from top to bottom, the sharp angle was weakened, a little more affectionate, his eyes were dark and clear, the collar of the hooded sweater was turned up, covering half of his face, sharp The outline of the jawline is vaguely visible, and the eyes are more conspicuous, "You touch my forehead, I really have a fever."

Cheng Jianyu glanced across his face without a trace, and there was no sign of the crutches. Jiang Yan's legs were completely healed, the scars on the temples were light, and the dark powder that did not match his skin tone could be vaguely seen. Staring at the scars for a few seconds, this account The more he calculated, the more confused he became, he sighed in his heart, turned around and walked into the courtyard, "My family has fever-reducing medicine, you should take some first."

Jiang Yan blinked a few times, looked at Cheng Jianyu's back, and felt elated. This trick was inspired by Song Yingfei. He still remembered the time when he was pitiful in the parking lot and won Cheng Jianyu's sympathy, but there was one thing he didn't lie to Cheng Jianyu. I really have a fever.

The room was similar to what he had imagined. It was not big but it was clean and warm. On the conspicuous wall of the living room were Cheng Jianyu's certificates from childhood to adulthood. Cheng Jianyu is proud, Jiang Yan is more comfortable, although Cheng Jianyu has no parents, fortunately, he has a grandmother who loves him.

Jiang Yan swallowed the antipyretics, looked towards the bathroom, and asked wearily, "Can I take a hot bath at your house?"

Jiang Yan learned the trick of pushing an inch, and Cheng Jianyu twitched the corners of his mouth without emotion, "Go to the bathroom in my room to wash, don't disturb my grandma."

"Okay." Jiang Yan was suddenly meek.

Cheng Jianyu walked into the bedroom, opened the bathroom door, and pushed his chin lightly, "The shampoo is on the second floor of the cabinet."

Jiang Yan quickly lifted the sweater with both hands, revealing a bare and smooth back, with clear and clear texture lines, wide shoulders and narrow waist, full of strong beauty, Cheng Jianyu glanced at him, closed his eyes immediately, and closed the bathroom door.

Strictly speaking, he has seen Jiang Yan spend more time without clothes than with clothes on, but the time is different, and he is not willing to recall the ambiguous past.

Jiang Yan looked at himself in the mirror, showing a tricky smile.He looked left and right, twisted open the bottle of shampoo and smelled it, and thought that this was a field that Wen Yueming had never been involved in—Cheng Jianyu's childhood memory, he felt at ease.

Seeing Cheng Jianyu and Wen Yueming kissing that day, he clearly realized that Wen Yueming had left too many good memories in Cheng Jianyu's heart, and the chance of defeating Wen Yueming was too small. The memories between him and Cheng Jianyu were all about flesh/desire, so I can't mention it Mesa said.Fortunately, memories can be made, and the only thing he can do is to create a lot of wonderful memories, so that when Cheng Jianyu thinks of him, he can have a knowing smile one day.

At the same time, this is the last time he willfully and recklessly disregarded the decision of the brokerage company. He was not keen on whether he was popular or not. Singing was just a hobby. The audience listened to it if they wanted to. He wants to be the best singer in the entire pop music world, stand on the world stage and sing loudly, because he wants to support Cheng Jianyu, so that Cheng Jianyu can write the script he wants to write with peace of mind. The stories are all realized.

Jiang Yan kept his word and didn't force him to stay after taking a bath. Cheng Jianyu vaguely felt that he was playing a game of chess, chasing after every step, but he would not push himself too fast. He was at a loss as to what to do. deal with.

It is said that when a lion is hunting, it is the quietest moment, lying motionless in ambushes and grass, even the sound of breathing is inaudible, patiently waiting for the opportunity to kill the prey with one blow.

The author has something to say: Jianggou acquires new skills [pretending to be pitiful]

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Cuckoo, the number of words in this chapter is still not complete. Tomorrow, I got stuck when I wrote the emotional paragraph. I’m really sorry.

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