I see myself

October in Beijing is the most comfortable month of the year. The sun shines directly down from the clouds, and the autumn wind blows away anxiety and blows into the room. The green leaves on the trees are layered and dyed golden, and after spinning in the wind, they fall on the concrete road. in shallow puddles.

Fang Zhan stood at the door, watching the young master hurriedly put the coffee and coat into his hands, lowered his head to put on his shoes,

Some helpless reminders,

"window."

Jiang Yansheng was leaning over to tie his shoelaces, when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at the window sill in the kitchen,

"It shouldn't be raining, it's so sunny outside."

Fang Zhan remained silent.

Jiang Yansheng looked at the half-tied leather shoes, sighed deeply, then turned around, hopped on one leg to close the window, the distance was a bit far, one of them stepped on the ground by chance, turned around and saw Fang Zhan, Spread your hands again immediately,

"I'll wipe it when I get back, promise."

After speaking, he thought it was logical and put down his legs, and strode back to the door.

When he got downstairs, the young master slapped his head again, a little regretful:

"I made toast last night, and I plan to warm it up for your breakfast in the morning."

Although he has already decided to go abroad and the letter of introduction has been sent out, it will take some time before he can enter the school. The young master has changed his mind and turned back to the old days to have fun, and start to indulge in the kitchen astonishingly, self-cultivation.

At the beginning, Fang Zhan only had the idea of ​​just letting him go. Later, when he saw him holding a gourmet magazine and enjoying himself all day long, he encouraged him more. But after tasting it once... he had a weird feeling balance.

Sure enough, when heaven opens a door, it will close a window.

He listened to the young master's words, wisely did not answer, sat in the back seat of the car, handed over the coffee in his hand,

"I'm not urging you, you said what are you doing in such a hurry every morning."

Jiang Yansheng opened it and took a big sip, with a bit of complacency on his face,

"The last time Wang Yan came to my house to beat around the bush to remind me of the time, didn't she just want to say that I brought you down, now that you arrive on time every day, I see how she still wants to make me face."

Fang Zhan: "Did she make faces for you?"

Jiang Yansheng hummed,

"At least I asked her to watch you stop messing around after I went abroad, she was very expressionless."

Fang Zhan: "..." Wang Yan might be thinking that it's okay if you mess around.

The young master raised some energy at home, and when Fang Zhan turned on his phone, he obediently stopped making a sound. He passed a commercial street on the way, asked the driver to put him down, and told him to pick him up in two hours.

Fang Zhan was chatting with Xiao Xiao's elder brother about Qiao Rui on his mobile phone.

He and Qiao Rui still kept in touch after they met that day, but most of them were sent by Qiao Rui, and he occasionally delayed by replying one or two.

Qiao Rui is not a fool, he is willing to go along with him just because he accepts this kind of play of playing hard to get.

But Fang Zhan definitely wouldn't really do anything to him, so he started to collect evidence privately faster, looking for the memory of the previous life and the contacts of the current life, and already roughly figured out where he purchased and sold the goods.

It's just that he is still hesitant about the time of action. One is that he is not sure whether the purchase time is true or not, and the other is that he is afraid that Qiao Rui's patience will be limited to discover the clues, and he wants to delay as long as possible after the young master goes abroad.

So Xiao Xiao's elder brother asked him several times when he planned to act. He always used the meeting with Qiao's second child as an excuse, saying that he would use this meeting as the deadline to make sure that Qiao Rui had no backing before he could do it.

And today is the day to meet Joe's second child.

Qiao Er Er and Qiao Rui have always looked down on each other, and the young master explained to himself with some self-blame last night,

"I want to help you make an appointment with him alone, but the relationship between Qiao Rui and Qiao Rui is not very good, and I always hang out with Qiao Rui, so he may not feel at ease, but that's okay, tomorrow's masquerade party, you two make an appointment , it should be easier to talk about than in a serious environment."

Seeing his unhappy appearance, Fang Zhan didn't explain that this was the result of discussions between Joe's second child and himself.

Attending a banquet together will be less noticeable than meeting alone, and no one will suspect that they met on purpose.

He typed to explain the situation to Brother Xiao, paused for a while, and asked again:

"Uncle Xiao still won't let Xiao Xiao out?"

Brother Xiao: "Don't worry about him. After being kidnapped, the family will be in a state of chaos. Every day he thinks of forcing him to die. My dad doesn't even dare to beat him up."

Fang Zhan: "Laugh and cry.jpg, I'm not worried about him, I'm afraid my company will go bankrupt if he doesn't come out again."

The eldest brother of the Xiao family came back after a while this time,

"rest assured."

Fang Zhan didn't ask any more questions.

When he first arrived abroad, he was not familiar with Xiao Xiao, until one time he was bumped into embarrassed by Xiao Xiao and then laughed at by him, he saw Xiao Xiao was not pleasing to the eye for a long time, Xiao Xiao later apologized to him through drunken tears , When he said that no one was miserable, and then vomited his own affairs with a drunk belch, and wrapped himself up after waking up the next day, saying that the two were real brothers. After a long time, it fell Also really became friends.

He knew that Xiao Xiao had always wanted to reconcile with his family, and this time there just happened to be an opportunity, so he didn't interfere.

Near noon, the company's monthly report meeting was adjourned. When Fang Zhan came out of the conference room, he saw another assistant, Xiao Cai's faintly collapsed face.

He was taken aback,

"what happened?"

Xiao Cai didn't dare to say more,

"It's okay, it's okay, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

Wang Yan packed up the materials and came out at the back, just in time to hear this sentence, she frowned,

"Go and rest if you're not feeling well, it's nothing to do with you now."

Fang Zhan knew that she would solve it, so he didn't ask any more questions, and took out his mobile phone to check if the young master had sent a message.

After a while, Wang Yan knocked on the door expressionlessly.

Fang Zhan packed his things,

"You go to lunch break, there is no arrangement later."

He raised his foot and walked towards the cafeteria, and Wang Yan followed him to the cafeteria.

Although there are very few people who come to work regularly in the company, Fang Zhan has never been harsh on his stomach, and he is willing to spend money, so the chefs hired in the cafeteria are also famous chefs.

He saw the very conspicuous figure at the window, then looked back at Wang Yan,

"When did he come back?"

Wang Yan: "Xiao Cai said that he went directly to the back kitchen when he came back. Today's lunch was also made by Jiang Shao."

Fang Zhan: "..."

He didn't expect that if he could hide in the morning, he wouldn't be able to hide in the middle of the day.

He pondered for a moment,

"For me?"

Wang Yan: "He said he wanted to learn from that master's craft, but he did it a few more times when he didn't succeed once. Later, the master said that the country's appeal should not be wasted, so he kept all the failed products. So strictly speaking, he gave the whole The company cooks."

Fang Zhan scanned the extremely empty cafeteria,

"That's okay, I thought it was because I was coming, so they all ate in advance."

"That's right, but they're all in the bathroom now."

Fang Zhan: "..."

He looked back at Wang Yan,

"you..."

Wang Yan showed a standard friendly smile,

"Do you want me to order a takeaway for you?"

Jiang Yansheng faintly heard a familiar voice, turned around and saw Fang Zhan's eyes lit up, and beckoned to him.

Fang Zhan stopped Wang Yan,

"Stay, eat before leaving."

Wang Yan reflected on whether she had made any mistakes recently, then left the two with winks, walked to the window, and put on a pain mask.

Fang Zhan noticed that the young master had trimmed his hair again, pretending to smile ignorantly,

"Have you picked out your dress?"

Jiang Yansheng put down his phone,

"I brought a set for you too."

His expression is obviously happy,

"Customized in advance, cp installed."

Fang Zhan felt that it was time to come, so he got up,

"I'm going to cook, have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Yansheng picked up two boxes from the chair beside him,

"No, I'm waiting for you to eat together."

The food box is beautifully packaged without a logo, so it is impossible to guess whether it is a meal from the cafeteria or a takeaway meal.

Jiang Yansheng saw that he opened the box with a calm attitude, and took out the dishes inside one by one, picked up the chopsticks as if to judge which was tastier, and then took a mouthful of white rice in the air.

So laugh,

"I bought it next door."

Fang Zhan breathed a sigh of relief, with regret on his face,

"I thought I could eat something made by you."

Jiang Yansheng lowered his head and fiddled with the dishes on the plate, picked out the large pieces of green onion, and put the fresh and tender eggplant with the skin removed into the Fang Zhan bowl.

Fang Zhan was silent for a while,

"sorry."

Jiang Yansheng raised his head and smiled at him,

"Sorry for what? Do you think my cooking is unpalatable? It's the truth."

Then deliberately throw the pot,

"I think it's the fault of the chef in the kitchen. He said everything depends on the touch. I asked him the exact grams and he couldn't tell me how to learn."

Against his conscience, Fang Zhan comforted him,

"Indeed, it's that master's fault."

The sun rises from the east and shifts to the west, and one meal after another is another small tail of the day.

In the villa on the mountainside, the outstanding people are gorgeously dressed as if they are not human beings. Only power and fame are delicious meals on the plate, and there are also those who have a loose attitude.

Fang Zhan glanced at the young master surrounded by stars and moons, and quietly went upstairs to find a quiet place.

After a while, the screen near the wall of the room was pushed away. He looked at Qiao's second child who came out of it, raised his eyebrows,

"Young Master Qiao's appearance...is quite unexpected."

Qiao's second name actually doesn't match Qiao Yuanjiu's beautiful appearance. When he heard Fang Zhan's words, there was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boss Fang doesn't think that what you are doing is easy?"

While Fang Zhan was looking at him, Qiao Yuanjiu was also looking at the person opposite.

There is no other reason, only because of his relationship with Jiang Yansheng.

The matter between the two of them is not a secret in the circle.

During the time when Jiang Yansheng went to Yancheng, everyone was used to the sudden disappearance of this person. Later, when they saw Jiang Yansheng on the news—it was still positive news, they turned their surprise into curiosity of the other party.

Most people speculated that the young master had changed his way of playing, and he was just smiling for Bo Lan when he was in charge of Yancheng's affairs. Even if someone found out Fang Zhan's worth later, most of them didn't think they were serious about getting along, and some even felt that Fang Zhan was not worth it. Or think that he has a bright future, even if he is ambitious, there is no need to mess with a notorious dude, or ridicule him for being too shallow, he is worthy of being born as a nouveau riche.

At first glance, Fang Zhan felt that Qiao Yuanjiu looked like him, with a seemingly harmless appearance, but after talking with him, he found that this person was not just pretending to be beautiful, but really a bit uncommon and noble.

Chatting from private matters to serious matters and back to private matters, the two hit it off immediately, Qiao Yuanjiu's eyes fell on his clothes,

"Is this the same as Jiang Yansheng's?"

Fang Zhan just smiled,

"He chose."

An understatement, but the alienation between the eyebrows and eyes has obviously dissipated a bit, with a hint of favor.

Qiao Yuanjiu swallowed what she was about to blurt.

He vaguely reminded,

"Perhaps Jiang Yansheng is not a good choice."

Fang Zhan has heard this kind of talk a lot, and he doesn't feel angry.

"Like a fish drinking water, it knows its own temperature."

It was late, and he was about to say goodbye and leave, but the bright lights in the villa turned into darkness in the blink of an eye.

Fang Zhan paused,

"power failure?"

He vaguely felt something was wrong, turned his head to find Qiao Yuanjiu's direction and asked:

"Just an accident?"

There was a burst of whispering downstairs, but they were all self-identified people, and there was no panic. Some people even thought it was a specially arranged special session.

Qiao Yuanjiu picked up the phone and turned on the flashlight,

"The mountain here is just under the plate, it should be just an accident."

This kind of thing is usually handled by the housekeeper, or checking the wiring, or turning on the generator for personal use, and Fang Zhan just sits in place, waiting for the power to be re-powered.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang, it was the young master's call.

As soon as I picked it up, there was an anxious voice,

"Where are you?"

He didn't control the volume, causing Qiao Yuanjiu who was beside him to look over.

Fang Zhan was a little embarrassed, but knowing that he was probably worried that he would not adapt to the dark, he smiled and replied:

"I'm upstairs, I'm fine."

"Then keep your phone on, or I won't worry."

Fang Zhan blocked his face helplessly, ignoring the playful eyes of the people next to him,

"Are you on the first floor? I'll go find you now."

Jiang Yansheng was not in the building, but went out to find an empty corner, and when he heard his voice as usual, he calmed down, thinking that he was too anxious.

He thought that Qiao's second child was still by Fang Zhan's side, and worried that he had disturbed him, so he let out a breath and resumed his usual voice, laughing,

"You go about your business first, I'll wait for you below."

Fang Zhan hung up the phone after answering, and didn't hear the voice that Jiang Yansheng met on the way back to the villa.

——"Yesterday, Qiao Rui was so big that he bragged to me that he got Fang Zhan. I still didn't believe it. You see, just now, Fang Zhan separated from the Jiang family not long after he arrived. It's obvious that the relationship is not very good."

—— "Qiao Rui? Aren't they on good terms?"

——"Come on, you really think they are iron brothers?"

——"That's also..."

——"Really, I also read the chat records between Qiao Rui and Fang Zhan, but don't tell others about it. I think Qiao Rui wants to put him to sleep before laughing at Jiang Yansheng. Let’s face it, it’s still uncomfortable for us when two lunatics fight.”

—— "Hey, then you still tell me."

——"Hey, don't I know you have a tight mouth? I'm going crazy, if it wasn't for Qiao Rui last night..."

The lights in the villa came on, and the two people who were talking seemed to be taken aback. The voices behind them were lowered and became indistinct.

Jiang Yansheng stood behind the air cushion by the swimming pool, his heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and anger surged from his chest, but he watched the two walk away, as if in front of him was not a pond of water, but a mirror. The scarred self.

The music not far away played again, and he stood outside the room, it was clearly the same world, but his eyes seemed like a mirage, so far away that couldn't be further away.

Fang Zhan went downstairs from the stairs, looking for the hall in the middle of the line of sight, and finally saw a familiar figure in the corner. The banquet seemed to have entered the masking session. He was not prepared, and the out of place became the focus of everyone.

Across the crowd, the young master in the corner smiled and also took off his mask.

The two exchanged glances tacitly, and left the hall nearby, driving away from the noise. Fang Zhan saw that he was unusually quiet, so he asked him if he had met someone he hated.

The young master's eyes were red, he looked out the window and answered casually:

"No."

Instead, he asked,

"Have you settled with Qiao Yuanjiu?"

Holding the steering wheel, Fang Zhan only answered the result,

"should be no problem."

Jiang Yansheng hummed,

"That's good."

When he got home, Fang Zhan took the computer and went into the study room. From the refrigerator, he packed all kinds of raw materials and condiments he had bought these days into a big black bag. Just cleaning.

Then he put on his slippers, opened the door silently, closed the door silently, stepped into the elevator, reached the first floor, and walked to the large trash can in the community.

His hands were shaking.

He bought too many things, and there were even a few unopened courier boxes. He could only lift the bags high before dropping them neatly.

There was a muffled bang when the bag was put into the basket. Jiang Yansheng walked calmly into the building. Halfway there, he turned around and walked back to the trash can, kicking him violently.

One, two, three...

The newly installed things were scattered all over the ground, he squatted down suddenly, hugged himself tightly, and whimpered uncontrollably, rapid and sharp, like the last cicada in summer.

Then his whole body trembled like autumn leaves in the wind, trembling more and more, as if what was thrown into the trash can was not rubbish, but his sincerity.

After an unknown period of time, the high beams of a car came from afar, and then disappeared at the entrance of the garage at the corner of the building.

He was wondering whether Fang Zhan would realize that he had disappeared, whether anyone around would see his gaffe, and whether there was surveillance around here.

His thoughts were as chaotic as if he had scattered papers from the air, but he just squatted on the spot, motionless and tense like a stone sculpture.

It was getting colder again, and the coolness of autumn seeped into his pajamas. He finally got up, lifted the trash can, and lifted out the trash bags. He didn't care about the ones that fell into the bucket, but dragged them on the ground.

Back in the room, everything is as usual.

No one noticed that something was wrong, and Fang Zhan was still in the study. Everything just seemed to be just a thought in a second.

The refrigerator was still buzzing, and Fang Zhan's blue jewel-like cuff was still hidden behind a photo frame at the door.

He put the things back one by one, turned around and wanted to take a shower, when he passed the coffee table, he saw the undivided tea bags according to the recipe in the magazine last night.

They remained in this warm room, did not go to the banquet, and were not treated as garbage by him.

Jiang Yansheng glanced over from the corner of his eye, and then took a few steps back.

He put one of the bags in the pot, boiled it with hot water, adjusted the temperature, and gave it to Fang Zhan in the study.

He hasn't tried whether it tastes good or not, but he guesses it probably doesn't taste good.

Seeing him come in, Fang Zhan took off his earphones and said to the video side to wait a moment, then touched the wall of the glass with his hand.

The fingertips of the two collided, and Fang Zhan was surprised by the coolness of his hands.

"Why are your hands so cold?"

Jiang Yansheng explained,

"Just washed my hands."

Fang Zhan frowned, didn't make any trouble, held his hand in his palm, rubbed it a few times, put the cup in his hand,

"You take this to warm your hands."

Jiang Yansheng was silent, Fang Zhan saw his gaze fell on the cup, suddenly realized,

"Is that the one you made yesterday?"

The aroma of honeysuckle and licorice rose, and the warm current penetrated comfortably into his stomach. Fang Zhan took a sip and took another sip, laughing,

"tastes good."

Jiang Yansheng didn't take the cup away, nor responded with a smile. He walked to a single sofa next to the bookcase, picked up the thin blanket, curled up into a ball and stood by.

Fang Zhan went over to touch his forehead, and he could feel himself looking up and smiling at him and saying it was okay, but he was too tired from playing.

Seeing that Fang Zhan still had some disbelief, he reached out to beg for a kiss again.

In the end the two separated, Fang Zhan found a blindfold and put it on his head, he tried his best not to let himself grab his hand and stick it to his face, and when Fang Zhan squatted down again, he helped himself to cover the blanket more tightly , finally couldn't hold back, and called his name.

"Azhan."

Fang Zhan turned around and stopped,

"what happened?"

There was darkness in the corner, and the light through the blindfold was like a hazy mist. He buried his head lower and said a few words vaguely.

Fang Zhan almost thought he heard it wrong, but the young master repeated it again.

He finally confirmed that what Jiang Yansheng said was

"I'm very obedient."

If possible, he also wanted to trust Fang Zhan and questioned him, but he had been abandoned for half his life, and when he saw a piece of candy, he didn't have the courage to find out whether it was wrapped in glass shards or drugs.

Because just choosing to touch consumes all of his

courage.

What's more, the word Fang Zhan was written on the package of that candy.

The author has something to say: Hey, I originally planned to stop at the place where the mask was removed, but I wrote it so uncomfortable, and I felt so hypocritical, death smile.jpg

(Bytheway, I thought that since Chapter 1, I forgot to thank the nutrient solution and Bawang ticket, so I saw it later and didn’t put it in the talk. Let’s post it together when it’s over, reunion~(No