Being petted by the old attack as a little cute

Xu Feng realized it later, and then gave a meaningful "oh".

Zhang Ziyu smiled, and then said, "Suddenly I had an inspiration."

I don't know if what he said is true or not, because clothing design does need inspiration, but the sudden change from a dress to a suit made Xu Feng think a lot. It seems that Zhang Ziyu's time to be enlightened is approaching.

It's been a long time since Zhang Ziyu chatted with Xu Feng like this. After the college entrance examination, they each had their own affairs.

After chatting for a while, it was already noon.

Zhang Ziyu was about to ask if he wanted to order takeaway when the call came.

Zhang Ziyu glanced at the caller, Luo Ming.

Seeing Zhang Ziyu's strange expression, Xu Feng immediately knew who it was. Just as he was about to say not to answer, Zhang Ziyu had already pressed the answer button before he could speak.

"You did it on purpose!" Xu Feng roared with his mouth, with a ferocious expression.

Luo Ming was over there, his voice was very low, he sounded a bit out of spirits, he asked, "Is Xu Feng with you?"

"You let him answer the phone."

Xu Feng was waving his arms like crazy, and Zhang Ziyu replied flatly, "He's not with me."

Luo Ming chuckled lightly and said, "Tell him that he doesn't need to marry me anymore, he can go home now."

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone, but Zhang Ziyu didn't react for a while.

Xu Feng pushed him and said awkwardly, "Hey, what did he say?"

Zhang Ziyu came to his senses, put down his phone, and turned to Xu Feng to convey Luo Ming's words, "He said you can go home now, you don't need to marry him."

After hearing this, Xu Feng was not as happy as Zhang Ziyu imagined. Xu Feng also felt that he didn't feel the relief that he had imagined after hearing the news. He showed Zhang Ziyu a look of about to cry, and asked, "He really said that?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded.

Xu Feng threw himself on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and said, "I knew he was not a good guy."

Anyway, Zhang Ziyu has no experience in feelings, and has no idea what Xu Feng is thinking. It seems that he cares about Luo Ming, but he just says that he is forced, and he is extremely reluctant to be with others. I got my wish, but Xu Feng seemed to have lost his soul.

In the evening, Xu Feng really went home, saying that he was not here to disturb the two-person world between him and Jing Qiao.

Zhang Ziyu was quite worried about him.

"I'm fine." One of the buttons on Xu Feng's down jacket was unbuttoned.

Zhang Ziyu looked at Xu Feng like this, but he held back what he wanted to say. Xu Feng himself didn't want to admit it, so what else could he say.

****

When Jing Qiao came back at night, the TV was on in the living room, but the living room was empty, only the kitchen was moving.

Hearing the sound from the living room, Aunt Su came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, and said with a smile, "Mr. Jing, dinner will be ready soon, you can prepare your meal." Aunt Su pinpointed the time when Jing Qiao would come back so that he could Eat hot, fresh meals.

Jing Qiao nodded and asked, "Where is Ah Yu?"

Aunt Su said with a smile, "The young master has already returned."

"No military training today?"

Aunt Su explained to Jing Qiao, "Young Master's school has a fashion design competition. Young Master also signed up, and the teacher gave him a leave of absence to let Young Master prepare his work at home. No, I will talk to Xu when I come back in the morning. The young master played for a while, and then he never came out of the room."

Jing Qiao frowned, "Didn't you have lunch?"

"Eat, I'm worried that the young master just got out of the hospital and his stomach can't digest too greasy things. The vegetable salad and tomato omelette I made for the young master at noon, the young master still has a good appetite, and he didn't sneak into the kitchen to eat dessert. "Aunt Su is really eloquent when talking about Zhang Ziyu, and fortunately, Jing Qiao is willing to listen to the eloquence about Zhang Ziyu.

Jing Qiao nodded, "I'll go up and see him."

Aunt Su agreed, "Hey, then I'll bring out the food. There are ribs with chestnuts that you like."

Jing Qiao went upstairs and knocked on the door of Zhang Ziyu's room, but there was no response, he hesitated for a while, Jing Qiao gently pushed the door open, and a black shadow hit his face.

Jingqiao, "..."

There was no pain when the paper ball hit his face, Jing Qiao couldn't laugh or cry when he saw the paper balls all over the floor.

"What is this doing?"

Zhang Ziyu sat cross-legged on the bed. There was a thick pile of design manuscript paper on the bed table, and there was also a snow-white piece of paper on the ground. It was probably a discarded design.

Zhang Ziyu didn't expect that Jing Qiao would come in suddenly, let alone that he just threw the ball of paper on Jing Qiao's face, and said sorry in a daze.

Jing Qiao said it was all right, then picked up a ball of paper on the ground and slowly opened it. After seeing the design on the paper, Jing Qiao raised his eyebrows, "Suit?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded, a little embarrassed, "I didn't draw well."

Jing Qiao nodded, then shook his head, and said, "You haven't studied systematically, you only have inspiration, and it's normal that you can't design what you want."

Jing Qiao knew Zhang Ziyu too well.

Zhang Ziyu admits that he is indeed as Jing Qiao said, he is talented and has always been interested in fashion design. He has read many books on design at home before, but he still has not studied systematically. The details are not well grasped, Zhang Ziyu is very strict with himself, so in the afternoon, there is almost no part of the painting that can satisfy him.

Zhang Ziyu was wearing off-white cotton striped pajamas, with his hair hanging limply on his forehead, looking a little downcast.

Jing Qiao walked to the bedside with the manuscript paper that was crumpled so hard to flatten, sat down, and said, "The design is very clever, and the highlight is mainly on the cuffs, right? The patterns on the cuffs are very beautiful."

Zhang Ziyu raised his head and looked at Jingqiao in surprise.

Jing Qiao looked at Zhang Ziyu with a smile in his eyes, "Am I right?"

Zhang Ziyu nodded, his tone a little excited, "It's very special, isn't it?"

Jing Qiao rubbed Zhang Ziyu's hair, extremely gentle, "Well, it's very special."

This is the truth, not to coax the children, because Jing Qiao is not engaged in the fashion design industry, and it can be seen that Zhang Ziyu's design is very special.

The pattern on the cuffs is very delicate, and it circles around the wrist. If you look carefully, you can see that it is a peacock spreading its tail. The tail spreads out to the elbow like an umbrella. Although it is all black, it does not blend into Black, the peacock's eyes are the cufflinks, and the cufflinks are a shining black crystal. As for whether the final product is crystal or diamond or something else, it depends on Zhang Ziyu's own thoughts.

Jing Qiao took the pen from Zhang Ziyu's hand and said, "Go down to eat first, okay?"

Zhang Ziyu hesitated, "But..."

Jing Qiao became serious, and said lightly, "No but."

Aunt Su was setting the dishes and chopsticks when she saw Jing Qiao and Zhang Ziyu going downstairs one after the other. Zhang Ziyu's hair was a bit messy, and some strands of it were curled up, but its owner didn't notice it.

Zhang Ziyu didn't feel hungry when he was writing and drawing in his room, but when he sat down at the dining table and saw a few dishes with particularly beautiful colors, he suddenly had an appetite.

"Ayu."

Zhang Ziyu gnawed on the ribs, looked at Jingqiao out of the corner of his eyes, and said vaguely, "Huh?"

Jing Qiao was not hungry at first, so he put down his chopsticks and said, "There is something I need to tell you. My former lover will return to China soon."

Zhang Ziyu was stunned for a moment, then looked away, spat out his bones, took out a tissue and wiped his hands indiscriminately, and said, "Really? What does it have to do with me?"

Zhang Ziyu swore that he didn't intend to say this in such a tone.

After seeing the teasing in Jing Qiao's eyes, Zhang Ziyu felt belatedly that the tone and appearance of what he said just now resembled the jealous incumbent.

In order to restore the image, Zhang Ziyu said again, "I mean, if you want to meet him, I have no objection, anyway, we are only in name."

Jing Qiao smiled even more.

Zhang Ziyu wished he could slap himself, he might as well just shut up about what he was talking about.

After Jing Qiao finished laughing, he couldn't help rubbing Zhang Ziyu's hair again, and said firmly in a soft voice, "I will meet him."

Zhang Ziyu nodded. He didn't know why there was a space in his heart, but he still said, "It's okay."

But Jing Qiao said again, "Together with you, and Luo Ming and the others."

For a while, Zhang Ziyu's mood fluctuated greatly.

Jing Qiao explained, "Being with Song Qi was an accident. We used to be friends. When he returns to China, we should clean up the dust, that's all."

Zhang Ziyu didn't know why Jing Qiao was telling him this, he rubbed his ears and said, "I...I know."

Jing Qiao smiled, "You don't know."

The voice of speaking was too low, mixed with the voice of Zhang Ziyu pouring water into his cup.

Zhang Ziyu didn't hear clearly, so he let out an ah.

"It's nothing, you can eat."

Zhang Ziyu was very dull, nodded, and began to eat seriously.

Chestnut pork ribs had never been served at home before. Zhang Ziyu thought that Aunt Su made it for Jing Qiao. Jing Qiao liked to eat it. The taste was really good. The chestnuts were soft and tasty, and the ribs were just salty and light, and they could be easily removed from the bone.

Jingqiao likes this feeling.

very warm.

The warm yellow lamp on the dining table, the sensitive but sincere lover in front of him, and the steam rising from the food on the table, everything made Jing Qiao like it so much that he wanted to sigh softly.

But the person in front of him didn't seem to realize how important he was to Jing Qiao.

Zhang Ziyu ate quietly, occasionally took a sip of water, and when he found that Jing Qiao was looking at him, he would dodge his eyes, and if he couldn't dodge, he would smile slightly.

For Jingqiao, Zhang Ziyu will always be his child.

In that winter, it was already doomed.