Employers are also canary pissed off today

In the days of doing nothing, time always passed quickly, and seven days passed in a blink of an eye.

During this period, Jiang Xiannian and Ji Baicen would have sex together every night.

At first, Xu Ziyou would happily send him a team application when he saw him online, but for some reason, when he saw Ji Baicen in the team, he would find a reason to quit.

Jiang Xiannian couldn't figure it out.

On the day Ji Baicen finished the exam, the two went to a Japanese grocery store in the suburbs to have dinner. After returning, they nestled on the sofa near the fireplace and played games until ten o'clock.

Seeing Ji Baicen was about to go back to the bedroom, Jiang Xiannian called him to stop: "Brother, will you stay in Rongcheng during the winter vacation?"

Ji Baicen pressed his neck, raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this: "Huh?"

Jiang Xiannian explained: "Because I don't know if my brother needs me to stay here."

Are you going home for the New Year?

That's right, normal people will go back.

Ji Baicen nodded: "Go back."

Coughed again, seemingly indifferently said: "Leave in a few days, and come back after the Lantern Festival."

Unemployed workers will not be happy to hear that they can get paid vacations.

Jiang Xiannian is no exception.

The clear black and white eyes naturally reveal a joyful look that is different from the past.

No regrets.

Ji Baicen, who was secretly observing his expression, pulled the corners of his mouth, his face darkened slightly.

Jiang Xiannian was no stranger to Ji Baicen's inexplicable temper.

Without thinking too much, he returned to his room after he went upstairs, sat on the carpet in front of the bay window, and carefully listed the schedule.

After the sixth day of the first lunar month, there will be many migrant workers in Chucheng's labor market. He can go back on the sixth day of the first month and hire a few people nearby to prevent Jiang Wanshan and his wife from making trouble, and then live in the old house until the fifteenth.

As for the year before, there are still twenty days.

Jiang Xiannian decided to do something he had never done before every day.

After putting away the schedule, Jiang Xiannian went to bed early, and woke up early the next day.

He didn't have much luggage to pack, mainly to cook Ji Baicen's meals for a week.

When he sealed the bento boxes and put them in the refrigerator one by one, and finished today's breakfast, Ji Baicen just got up.

The employer's emotions used to come and go quickly, Jiang Xiannian thought he would wake up like before and he would be fine: "Good morning brother, I made a lot of instant food that can be reheated..."

Unexpectedly, Ji Bocen glanced at the suitcase he placed near the dining table, and his face became even worse: "If you want to leave, then go, I can't eat without you?"

Jiang Xiannian frowned: "I didn't mean that..."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Baicen passed him and went straight out the door.

Jiang Xiannian was at a loss.

Why on earth are you so angry?

At noon, Ji Bocen didn't come back.

Jiang Xiannian thought, probably because he was angry and didn't want to see him, so he left Ji Baicen a note wishing him a happy new year and how to heat each lunch box and left.

After storing the luggage in the long-term rental hotel that he had booked, Jiang Xiannian went to the first place on the schedule - the amusement park.

The bumper car field is full of laughter and laughter. Young men and women, countless strangers, in the short and limited countdown, control the steering wheel in their hands, and try their best to crash into others or avoid collisions.

Maybe it's because I didn't play it when I was a child, but now I feel full of fun. Jiang Xiannian renewed his subscription again and again, and played until the evening.

In the next few days, do pottery, catch dolls, learn the piano, or just sit quietly on the bus around the city, slowly follow the route of the bus to take a closer look at the city...

It was an experience that he had never had before, and Jiang Xiannian had a very comfortable life.

On the eve of the Lunar New Year's Eve, there was a snowfall in Rongcheng, and the heavy snow like goose feathers was blowing up one after another, being carried by the north wind with great momentum.

Raising your hand, you can see pieces of hexagonal snowflakes melting quickly due to the temperature of your palm.

Unknowingly, Jiang Xiannian opened the window and watched for half the night.

I don't know if I caught a cold because of it. When I woke up the next day, my body was heavy and my thinking was a little unclear.

He touched the vibrating mobile phone beside the bed and found that the staff of the pottery museum had sent him a text message.

[Mr. Jiang, the cup you made a few days ago has been fired, you can come and get it today.Closed at [-]:[-] p.m., be careful not to run empty]

It is a New Year's gift for employers.

Jiang Xiannian rubbed his tight temples, cheered up and walked to the pottery museum.

On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, the festive red lights and festoons of the shops on both sides of the street are full of the flavor of the New Year that cannot be concealed by the snow.

Jiang Xiannian was in it, and his thoughts were a little distracted.

For others, "New Year's Eve" is reunion, longing, and the nagging of parents who are increasingly disgusted by staying at home for too long; for him, it is just a long vacation.

Because there are thousands of families in the world, but no one will remember where he is at the moment of family reunion.

"Mr. Jiang, happy new year, see you next year."

The owner of the pottery shop bent his crescent-like smiling eyes and handed over the beautifully packaged cup.

Thinking back, Jiang Xiannian took the handle of the gift box and smiled softly: "See you next year."

After leaving the pottery museum, Jiang Xiannian stopped at the side of the road to take a taxi.

It was approaching the end of the year and it had just snowed, so there were no free taxis online or offline. He had to wait for an hour in the cold wind to get a taxi, and it was almost afternoon when he arrived at Ji Baicen's residence.

Standing outside the gate and ringing the doorbell several times but no one answered, Jiang Xiannian opened the door with the code and entered.

However, as soon as he stepped into the warm environment, his heavy body seemed to have no support, and his eyes suddenly went dark.

Jane's house.

The hale and hearty Mr. Jane and the butler are preparing a New Year's Eve dinner in the open kitchen, while Ji Baicen is playing checkers in the living room with his mild-mannered uncle Jian Shi.

Jian Shi is eight years older than Ji Baicen, and the two are very close, they are said to be uncles, and they get along more like friends.

Seeing that Ji Bocen looked at his phone no less than three times in 10 minutes, Jian Shi smiled: "Is there a conflict with your little friend?"

Previously, because of Jiang Xiannian, Ji Baicen approached Jian Shi, and he didn't know why the "little friend" in Jian Shi's mouth fell into his ears at this time, which had an ambiguous meaning of "little boyfriend".

Throwing the phone on the sofa, Ji Baicen touched the tip of his nose: "Uncle, don't listen to Mu Luo's nonsense, he can make up any nonsense to get close to you."

Jian Shi's eyes fell on Ji Baicen's reddened ears, she smiled, and didn't mention it again.

Not long after, Mr. Jian wrapped the dumplings and wiped his hands, beckoning them to come and sit down.

I haven't seen my nephew and son for a long time, and the old man has endless topics to talk about. At one time, he gossips about whether Ji Baicen is in a relationship in college, and at another time, he asks Jian Shi when he will buy him the last caramel margarita.

Ji Bocen leaned on the sofa, chatting with the old man casually, his eyes glanced from the vacant place by the table to the clock hands in the living room to witness the movement of time.

"clang……"

"Clang clang..."

As the time chime sounded, and the hour hand on the antique wall clock pointed to eight o'clock, the old man subconsciously looked out the window, and there was an unconcealable loss between the folds of his drooping eyelids.

Jane pursed her lips: "Dad, my sister's company..."

Mr. Jane interrupted him: "Come, let's eat."

Ji Baicen's lips were drawn into a line, and the veins on the back of the hand holding the chopsticks were prominent.

It was already nine o'clock when I left Jane's house. On the way back, Ji Baicen received a routine greeting from Ji Yulin's assistant:

"Master Ji, Happy New Year's Eve, the boss really can't leave when the Chinese New Year is approaching, he cares about you very much..."

The phone was pressed, and Assistant Ji Yulin's nonsense stopped abruptly.

Ji Baicen lifted the corners of his lips and raised a sneering smile.

After a long silence, he turned the car and drove back.

The destination is not the Daping floor near here under his name, but the place where he lived with Jiang Xiannian 60 kilometers away.

The lighting system in the villa is a human body heat-responsive light source, which can be manually turned off when sleeping, and automatically lights up at ordinary times.

From a distance, Ji Baicen saw that the living room, which was empty and should have been dark, was bright and bright.

Housekeeping will not come this time.

Jiang Xiannian?

Sudden speculation, like a little bit of light piercing through a black cloud, clears away the depression in my heart.

Ji Baicen quickened his pace, and after confirming that it was Jiang Xiannian, he deliberately slowed down his pace, seemingly carelessly:

"It's not about going home, why stay here by yourself?"

Jiang Xiannian lay sideways on the sofa and didn't respond.

Ji Baicen approached and saw the abnormal blush on his fair face, subconsciously touched Jiang Xiannian's forehead, and a clear panic appeared in his eyes: "Jiang Xiannian?"

"It's really all right, it's just a common cold and a fever, so there's no need to check again."

I don't know how many times this is said, but Xu Guoran has a look of lovelessness.

He could have had a good night, but not only was he called back to the hospital by Ji Baicen, but now he might not even be able to sleep.

Fortunately, Ji Baicen's humanity was not completely wiped out, so he finally agreed to let him go back.

Before leaving, Xu Guoran thought that the irritating medicine might be uncomfortable, and wanted to remind Ji Baicen to take a warm water bottle.

As soon as I glanced at it, I saw my own hair boy holding the cold infusion tube, warming the medicine flowing in the tube with the body temperature of the palm of his hand.

Xu Guoran raised his eyebrows thoughtfully, feeling that there was no need to say anything more.

The sleeping person slept very unsteadily, frowning tightly, and murmured indistinctly from time to time, like a newborn animal cub—feeling fear and uneasiness, and whimpering helplessly.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw a tear slowly fall from the corner of Jiang Xiannian's eye.

What the hell, looks so sad.

After staring at him for a long time, Ji Baicen leaned over and kissed away the tears from the corners of Jiang Xiannian's eyes, and raised his hand to gently pat his back.

The warm afternoon sun shone through the window on his eyelids, and Jiang Xiannian regained consciousness.

After returning to the villa, there was a fault in his memory, and he couldn't recall what happened afterwards. Coupled with the fine weather outside the window, he almost thought it was a dream.

Until he saw Ji Baicen sleeping next to the bed.

When he woke up from illness, he found that someone was guarding Jia's side—a common plot in film and television dramas, but it happened to him for the first time.

The slanted light from outside the window dyed Ji Baicen's pure black hair into maroon, Jiang Xiannian's eyes moved slightly, and suddenly wanted to touch Ji Baicen's hair.

Before reaching out his hand, Ji Baicen woke up.

The four eyes met, and the latter's eyes fell on his eyes, and his face suddenly turned red.

Jiang Xiannian blinked blankly.

As soon as the fever subsided, his reaction was slower than usual, and his every move revealed an unconscious obedience.

Ji Baicen's Adam's apple rolled, and his tone softened unconsciously: "Take the medicine when you wake up."

Like a child being taken care of subconsciously relying on his parents, Jiang Xiannian took the cup from Ji Baicen, took a sip without thinking, and then frowned: "Bitter."

After the words were spoken, the warm space fell into a brief silence.

Jiang Xiannian woke up.

He couldn't tell whether he was acting like a baby to his employer or the fact that he was acting like a baby surprised him more.

But he knew he had crossed the line.

Ji Baicen didn't speak, and moved his long legs out of side lying.

Soon, the sound of the engine starting and the car roaring away came from downstairs.

Jiang Xiannian lowered his eyes.

If he didn't abide by the rules, Ji Baicen should really be impatient.

However, before the hot water in the cup was released, the familiar sound of the engine sounded again.

Ji Bocen pushed open the door, put several large bags of candies with different flavors and varieties in front of him, turned his face to one side, and stammered in an unnatural tone:

"Now, now it's all right."

The blueberry-flavored hard fructose is sweet and sour, with a refreshing fruity aroma, which can easily cover the sweetness and bitterness in the mouth.

It turned out that the medicine he had taken before was really bitter.