I see myself

It was rare for Fang Zhan to completely relax and waste time. Seeing that Jiang Yansheng had been silent, he asked:

"The food here is not to your liking?"

Jiang Yansheng gradually recovered,

"pretty good."

He likes spicy food but can't eat spicy food. It is difficult for ordinary chefs to control this degree under the premise of delicious dishes, but today's dishes unexpectedly suit his taste.

Maybe he also knew that his silence was too abnormal, so he asked directly,

"If I had someone I liked, would you care?"

Fang Zhan didn't expect the question to come back again, he put down the fork in the dish, thought for a while,

"do you have it?"

Jiang Yansheng stared at him: "I'm talking about what if."

Fang Zhan said: "But there are no ifs in this world."

Jiang Yansheng insisted: "I have it now, so I want to know what he thinks."

Fang Zhan touched the point he cared about, put his elbows on the table, crossed his hands in the air, thought carefully and replied:

"I will slowly learn to care."

Now that he has told Xiao Xiao that he is serious, he will not be procrastinating anymore, but the relationship between him and Ruan Luo is too complicated, and it has been involved for too long, maybe he can't let it go immediately or stop caring, but he has already begun to try to change .

Telling the other party that you have a relationship is already a signal of farewell.

Jiang Yansheng didn't expect this answer, he paused for a moment, he smiled,

"I don't want to explain my previous behavior because it's really…"

He couldn't find a suitable description for a while.

He pays money and then buys fun, which benefits himself and the other party. Everyone around him is doing this, even Fang Zhan has done it before, but it is a question of whether there is more or less.

But when I really found someone I liked, I felt that I should have never experienced anything, be serious and clean.

Fang Zhan intercepted what he didn't say, and suddenly said:

"I've never had a serious relationship with people."

Jiang Yansheng was taken aback for a moment, then heard him say:

"So if I'm wrong, you can tell me. Although I may not change it, I want us to enjoy the process instead of doubting it."

If a month ago, someone told Jiang Yansheng that he would go on a date with someone, and he would listen to someone talking about love during a meal, he would definitely laugh at whether the other party was a primary school student.

But now I realize that for people like them, the most difficult thing is to be straightforward.

Hard to do and hard to get.

So the most touching.

Jiang Yansheng didn't think about whether Fang Zhan did it on purpose or not, he imitated Fang Zhan just now and said:

"Come here."

Fang Zhan: "..."

But he still leaned forward.

Jiang Yansheng said in a mysterious whisper:

"It actually happened just now."

Fang Zhan: "What?"

Jiang Yansheng: "I just booked a restaurant, but you brought me here without asking my opinion."

Fang Zhan reviewed himself, and it seemed that it was indeed,

"I'll pay attention next time."

But the place I chose was delicious, so I still come here after asking.

He paused and asked again:

"Why are you so quiet?"

Even his voice unconsciously softened.

Jiang Yansheng looked at him with a clean smile,

"Because I'm criticizing you."

Fang Zhan: "..."

Help, why is this person so stupid all of a sudden.

He covered his face, and found that Jiang Yansheng could always poke his smile when he didn't intend to.

He leaned back, suddenly became interested, and said:

"Do you really think the food here is delicious?"

Jiang Yansheng glanced at the table again, and said what he had just thought.

Fang Zhan loosened his tie a bit and was very satisfied with his comments.

"I wanted to bring Xiao Xiao here before, but he was ashamed to laugh at me as sick."

It's impossible for a client to make an appointment at this kind of place, and it's a bit embarrassing to bring Ruan Luo here. Although he doesn't mind coming by himself, it's always a pity to enjoy the food alone without anyone to share it with.

He lowered his head and picked up a fine steak, the meat was so badly stewed, he poked it lightly with chopsticks, and rolled it around the bone before he could take it off completely, his mouth was still a bit disgusted,

"The pork ribs made by Master Yuan are not authentic. If you have time next week, I will take you to S City to try Shen Ji's pork ribs and shabu-shabu. If you can eat them in winter, it can be considered a must."

He paused for a moment before remembering,

"By the way, I haven't told you that I'm flying to Germany tomorrow morning."

Jiang Yansheng was listening to him patiently, but he said:

"Then I'll be with you."

Fang Zhan felt a little troublesome,

"Only for three or four days, I don't have time to accompany you when you go."

Unlike the convenience in China, the itinerary this time was arranged by the local government of the other party, and the language is German, so communication is also difficult.

Jiang Yansheng: "Is it okay to wait for you in the hotel every day?"

How can we separate when we are just together, how can we grind each other until we like ourselves and then keep a distance.

Fang Zhan: "...Why are you whispering again?"

Jiang Yansheng remained silent.

In the end, Fang Zhan still compromised, temporarily booked a business class, and planned to go back early to sort out the materials.

Before leaving, he drank the rest of the red wine in the glass, and suddenly got a little benefit from the couple.

You can share, you can drink, and finally go home together.

When the two came here, they had no cross-border contact. After kissing in the hotel, they gave up avoiding the eyes of others. Fang Zhan put his hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, and Jiang Yansheng put his hand in his, The two chatted with each other.

Jiang Yansheng: "Can you tell me what you are doing?"

Fang Zhan was silent for a while,

"If you're interested, I can tell you about the post-mortem review."

This was considered a disguised rejection, Jiang Yansheng looked ahead and said:

"I always thought I could help you."

After returning to Jiang's house, he realized that there are some in-depth matters that cannot be inquired clearly by the power. If Jiang Qi and Grandpa can't do it, he will have no way of knowing.

He just felt powerless, and the words he said when he was ignorant pierced into his heart in turn, allowing him to clearly see the gap between the two and his previous blindness.

Fang Zhan sensed the self-deprecating meaning in his words, and squeezed his hand gently,

"Business is always inferior to politics."

If there is a need, it is a relationship that money can't touch.

Jiang Yansheng has always known this truth, but still feels a little frustrated, not because of the difference in birth status, but because of ability.

He just laughed:

"I will avoid it when you are dealing with official business in the future."

Fang Zhan thought of the person who directly read the investment title that day, so he stopped and looked at him by the light of the lamp.

"Someone hit you when you got home?"

Jiang Yansheng half-closed his eyes and smiled,

"Mr. Fang thinks that my family has always been harmonious?"

Fang Zhan naturally knew what he meant.

If you just get used to it, what kind of blows and no blows come from.

But maybe it was because of the dream that he could feel the pain in the man's eyes. He raised his hand to caress the end of his eyes, as if he could see the dazzling red.

"You can help me now."

Jiang Yansheng asked: "What can you help me?"

Moving his thumb away from the end of his eyes, Fang Zhan said:

"You become a better person, and that's what I need most."

After the two were together, except for the God's perspective that night, the nightmares that used to patronize me every night almost no longer appeared, which also shows that reality is getting better and useful, doesn't it?

Jiang Yansheng felt a sense of rebellion or sadness rising in his heart, he looked at him sarcastically,

"What if I'm the best version of me right now?"

A couple passed by on the small road. The girl deliberately stepped on the fallen leaves that had been swept to the side of the road, making a rustling sound, and drifting away with the sound.

Fang Zhan suddenly chuckled, and Jiang Yansheng's body froze.

He says,

"But you are not happy."

Behind him is a light sign made of white jade, with colorful fairy tales painted on it. Brutal is squatting on the green lawn with a bone in his mouth. Behind him is a wooden dog house with a light-colored "sweethome" sign.

Fang Zhan looked at the man who seemed to be about to explode, but did not follow his emotions, and said slowly:

"No matter what direction it is, I hope you will do what you really like, set a goal, and then achieve it."

Jiang Yansheng hooked the corner of his mouth, trying to refute,

"You really like investing?"

Fang Zhan said objectively:

"I will gain happiness in the process."

Pursue new things to meet new challenges, choose from thousands or even tens of thousands of companies or industries, and then help them realize their dreams, watch them build tall buildings step by step, and finally leave equity or choose the right time to exit.

Just like feelings, Jiang Yansheng is an accident to him first, and then a challenge. The so-called taming does not simply require the other party's submission, but enjoys the sense of control of the layout like an investment, and finally shapes the other party and tastes the results.

The unexpected gains brought by the human heart in the process, whether good or bad, are all surprises.

Jiang Yansheng recalled the information he had read, and realized that he had asked a stupid question.

He shook off Fang Zhan, and walked quickly towards the parking lot. Fang Zhan was not in a hurry, and only paced slowly behind him.

The car arrived at the destination in a silent atmosphere, and when it was about to enter the community and passed the automatic lifting pole, Fang Zhan broke the silence with a sound.

"Stand aside for a moment."

Jiang Yansheng stepped on the brake and directly blocked the entrance. Fang Zhan sighed inaudibly and unbuckled his seat belt.

He pushed open the car door and walked to the opposite side of the road. Jiang Yansheng watched him enter a pharmacy with a green light sign through the rearview mirror. After a while, he came out with a glass bottle in his hand.

When Fang Zhan got into the car, he also saw the fine print on the bottle.

After taking a bath in the cloakroom, Jiang Yansheng sat cross-legged on the velvet cushion, while Fang Zhan sat on the sofa, poured the medicated oil into his hands, melted it, and applied it on the back of his shoulders, rubbing away the bruises,

"Does it still hurt now?"

Jiang Yansheng concentrated on watching the shadows of the two on TV. When he stopped, he suddenly smiled and tilted his head back slightly.

"I thought about it carefully and found that there was nothing I liked to do."

With half-dried wet hair pressed against the gray fabric, he looked up at the ceiling,

"I used to read books, and saw the protagonists who were called by the soul to abandon their families and children, and left shocking works after death. I've never had that kind of urge in my life. It wasn't until I watched a movie and realized I was seeing myself."

Fang Zhan lowered his voice,

"what movie?"

Jiang Yansheng just turned around and changed his posture.

Fang Zhan quickly stopped his hand,

"what are you doing?"

Jiang Yansheng looked up at him, clicked his tongue out of trouble, then pushed aside the bathrobe with the other hand, lowered his head and kissed him through the fabric.

Afterwards, he went to wash his mouth, passed by the second bedroom, stepped back a few steps and pushed open the door. There was not even furniture left in the room that was still out of style yesterday, only the gray-green wallpaper remained to show the traces of the past.

He ran to the master bedroom again, and saw the newly installed shelf on the sink and the same style of supplies as the owner of the room.

Finally, his eyes stopped on the fixed sticker on the edge of the shelf, and he reached out and tore it off.