Mr. Yan, break up

Song Chuan and Yan Jingting's return to China was scheduled for half a month later, and Yan Jingting's injury was almost healed.Ever since Yan Jingting left the entire company and went to Country Z by himself, the assistant has been busy and never stopped. From company affairs to Yan Jingting's personal life, he doesn't even have time to accompany his girlfriend, and everyone is so busy. emaciated.

On the plane back to China, Song Chuan held his chin and glanced at the little assistant who had fallen asleep as soon as his butt touched the seat, and he felt deep pity in his heart: "Look at how you tortured them. Damn, I feel like he has lost more than two laps."

Yan Jingting glanced at the end of his eyes, and sneered: "He is haggard because his girlfriend broke up, it has nothing to do with me."

"And..." Yan Jingting forced Song Chuan's face to face him, "Why, your boyfriend is still sitting here, and you start to feel sorry for others?"

Song Chuan sighed helplessly, and Yan Jingting carefully covered him with a blanket: "Let's rest first, I'm by your side."

Song Chuan's head was slightly tilted on Yan Jingting's shoulder, and he thought it was just to rest for a while, who would have thought that he would sleep until the end of the day.

Stepping on this land again, Song Chuan felt that everything was so strange, mixed with indescribable familiarity.He still remembered that when he left, he was charged with a huge crime, endless abuse, and a broken heart.Before leaving, he didn't even look back at this land. At that time, he thought that he would never set foot here again.

But... today is not the same as it was three years ago.

Song Chuan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Jingting who was pushing the suitcase aside, with a slight smile on his lips and tenderness in his brows and eyes.Under the sunlight, the ink-white skin was reflected clearly and distinctly, highlighting his outstanding appearance even more.The white shirt was rolled up to the forearm, revealing a solid and powerful arm line.The second button was unbuttoned, and the delicate collarbone hooked tightly. Seeing Song Chuan looking at him, the corners of his lips curled up even more, and his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

"Why, do you think I look better the more I look?"

Song Chuan rolled his eyes. Although Yan Jingting's words were extremely arrogant, he had to admit that he did have the capital.

They drove all the way and finally stopped in front of the ancestral home.After Song Chuan got out of the car, he found that the fence outside had been repainted with white paint, and it was neat and clean.After crossing the fence, you can see the bare land in the yard, who has planted flowers and plants, swinging leisurely against the wind.

Song Chuan was suddenly a little uncertain at that moment, whether this was the ancestral house or not.

Seeing Song Chuan in a daze at the door, Yan Jingting took his hand, pushed open the door, pointed at the swaying flowers in the yard, and flaunted with some pride, "Isn't it pretty?"

The assistant with big bags and small bags helping to move things inside passed by, and he didn't forget to add: "President Yan planted this himself. From plowing the land to planting and fertilizing, nothing is left behind, and no outsiders intervene."

After all, the assistant raised his eyebrows at Yan Jingting, and said in a low voice: "Except for the early death of many experimental products due to lack of experience, it is still very successful."

Yan Jingting kicked his calf unhappily: "Go to work."

The breeze carried the fragrance of flowers into his nostrils, and Song Chuan blushed a little because the fragrance of flowers was too intoxicating.

"Woof--" Before Song Chuan opened the door, he heard a dog barking, and a large dog came out of the room, with a faint scent of shower gel. It should be clean after a bath. Very messy.The huge white Samoyed rushed towards its owner as soon as it saw its owner, startling Song Chuan.

The dog kept circling around Yan Jingting, hugging his thigh and begging for a hug. Yan Jingting comforted the over-enthusiastic Samo, raised his eyes and greeted Song Chuan: "One night not long after you left, I picked up the dog at the door. When it arrived, I thought it was quite cute, so I stayed.”

The assistant showed his head from the door, and was about to speak, but was blocked by Yan Jingting's eyes.In fact, since Song Chuan left, Yan Jingting had a long period of depression. He stayed alone in this ancestral house, drunk from morning to night, and was groggy every day.One day, he heard a few low moans and chirps outside the door. After opening the door, he found a dirty and ugly little dirt dog at the door.

When it was raining outside, and the sound of thunder frightened the dog to howl and howl, Yan Jingting looked at it, no matter how he looked at it, he felt like himself now.It may be because of this empathy that different species have the same fate, Yan Jingting mercifully kept the dog.

Ever since, the abandoned person and dog spent a long period of time "depending on each other".As a result, every time the assistant came to Yan Jingting, he often saw a strange scene.

One person and one dog sat on the roof, facing the distance, leaving only a pair of inexplicably harmonious backs.

The assistant was once confused:

what is this?

Yan Jingting and his dog son?

Every time Yan Jingting drank, he had to drag the dog to talk, saying everything, but he always kept the three words close to Song Chuan.In the short life of this dog, Samo, he has heard all of Yan Jingting's 360-degree fancy confession to Song Chuan.

I guess Gouzi is tired of hearing it. Every time the assistant came, he would turn his head and look at the assistant begging to help him out of the sea of ​​suffering, but every time he was forced to turn his head back by the drunken Yan Jingting and continued to listen to his fancy confession. .

If the dogs could talk, they would probably be very regretful. There are thousands of doors in this world, so why did they run to the door of Yan Jingting's house so blindly.

Song Chuan tried to touch this Satsuma, and the dog didn't feel disgusted at all. Instead, he put his head up obediently, squinted his eyes and let it be touched.Yan Jingting went into the room to pack his things, and Song Chuan took advantage of the situation and sat on the steps outside, with Gouzi lying beside his lap.While rubbing the dog's head, he raised his head and looked into the distance.

The weather was fine, the sun was just right, the sky was blue and cloudless.

From time to time outside, there are couples and family members traveling together, some bodybuilders sweating profusely for running, and little girls who come out to walk their dogs. Everything is so harmonious and warm.This may be Song Chuan's future, life is very ordinary, there will not be too many waves, day after day, year after year.

But he has a shelter from the wind and rain, a lover who takes care of him, and a dog who waits for him to come back every day.

Life is like this, what else can I ask for.

Song Chuan stood up, the sun shone warmly on Song Chuan.

He was facing the sun, stretched his waist, and raised a big smile.The breeze blew by, raising the corners of his clothes, wrapped in a faint fragrance that came from nowhere, and came from the shop.The brackets on both sides of the lips were deeply recessed, and the bangs were blown away, revealing a whole face and beautiful eyes. The arcs at the end of the eyes are very beautiful, but what is more beautiful is the fundus of his eyes. It seems to be immersed in the clear blue sky.