honey has fallen

Yan Yihua didn't want to stay any longer, she seemed to glance back at Tang Yun before leaving the door, then walked around Yan Buxi and went out without looking back.

The door slammed shut.

Yan Buxi frowned slightly, carried the food into the kitchen and came out, asking Tang Yun who was sitting there. "What did my brother tell you?" Yan Buxi is very clear about Yan Yihua's personality. Although the old fox who has been in the mall for ten years is not bottomless and unscrupulous in doing things, he will also use some extraordinary methods. Judging from the look on his face before going out, he was not happy.

Tang Yun held the cup, and compared with Yan Yihua, his mood was not turbulent, and he said frankly: "He wants to give me 20 to let me leave you." He clicked his lips lightly, and said with a slight sigh: "I think it's cheap. .”

Yan Buxi, this young owner's house, is at least worth a house within the Fourth Ring Road, and a mere 20 is indeed too little.

Yan Buxi stared at Tang Yun nonchalantly, seemingly unexpected and reasonable. After a long silence, he said heartbroken, "Isn't 20 money money?" He spread his hands, pretending to be pained. "You should agree to him, and then we will share it equally."

This will save you from the current distress.

Tang Yun burst out laughing looking at the sad face of the money fan, with a playful but warm look in his eyes, and said meaningfully: "Sherlock."

These few lines about splitting money equally come from the interesting conversation between Sherlock and Watson in the first season of the movie "Sherlock".Yan Buxi must have done his homework after hearing him say he likes Sherlock Holmes, and he can even remember the lines so clearly.

Yan Buxi laughed, jumped to the side of the sofa in three steps and two steps, hugged Tang Yun and sat down, took his hand like a medieval London gentleman kissing a lady, closed his eyelids, and his lips gently fell on the back of his hand.

"I am John H Watson."

"I will definitely take you to Baker Street." He took Tang Yun's hand, slowly turning the obsidian ring on his right ring finger with his fingertips, and put down his bold words. "I want to win Niels and propose to you in front of everyone."

When he was honored, he gave Tang Yun everything including the rest of his life.That scene - Yan Buxi felt romantic just thinking about it.

Tang Yun glanced at him with longing indifferently, and always felt that this person was naive in his bones, and just thinking about that scene felt embarrassing.The current winner of Niels proposed to the former Niels. Is this a kind of internal digestion in disguise?

"Let's go, let's eat." Yan Buxi tsk-tutted after yearning for the past, and decided to get over the present first.Standing up, he pulled Tang Yun up at the same time, took out Yan Yihua's card from his trouser pocket with the other hand, twirled it lightly on his fingertips a few times as if playing a card, raised his eyebrows and said with a naughty smile: " Someone paid for going out to play today."

Let this person come to your door to tease you. "Let's go to Serici for pasta at noon."

Yan Buxi felt that he shouldn't be tied down by money when going out to play, so that he can enjoy himself to the fullest, and it won't be too late to return this card to Yan Yihua after the end of the day.

After the two of them finished their breakfast, Tang Yun went back to the bedroom to change clothes. After Yan Buxi finished washing the dishes, he made Tang Yun a cup of goji berries in a thermos cup and put them in his bag. After waiting for a while, no one came out, so he couldn't help shouting to the bedroom: "Xiao Mi Tang, it's time to go out." The joy of deep love is entangled in the atrium of the heart. As long as I think of that person appearing in front of me glamorously, and then hugging and kissing deeply before going out together, I will feel infinite joy in my heart.

Tang Yun put on his coat, and as soon as his fingertips touched the charging mobile phone on the bedside table, the bell rang.He looked at the words on the display screen, frowned, picked up the phone, deliberately blocked the receiver with his palm, walked around to the balcony and closed the glass partition, and then said in a moderate voice: "Mom, what's the matter? "

The female voice from the receiver was gentle and graceful. "Xiao Hu, I was busy a while ago and haven't contacted you for a long time. How are you doing recently?"

Tang Yun glanced behind worriedly, making sure that Yan Buxi hadn't come in before turning around, leaning his back on the fence, his tone as usual calm: "It's fine, everything is fine."

A reassuring smile came from the phone. "That's good. I heard from your grandfather that you have moved out. Be careful when you are outside. Have you made any friends?"

Hearing the words "making friends", Tang Yun subconsciously remembered the messy analysis that Yan Buxi put on him that day, "difficulty in making friends with autism", "unhappy childhood", "no friends", etc. His brows raised a little.

"Handed over." He felt a little awkward and didn't want to continue this topic. "When are you and dad coming back?"

Tang's mother didn't answer, but asked him instead. "Where are you now?"

Tang Yun's sense was very keen, and he asked tentatively, "Are you back?"

Tang's mother said: "I wanted to give you a surprise. We came back yesterday afternoon. You said you liked Monet before. It just so happened that the art exhibition in the city center was held today. I got a ticket with your father. We will pick you up later. Today, our family went to see the art exhibition, and we will have dinner together in the evening. I haven't been with you for such a long time, so I will make it up to you today."

"Mom." Tang Yun felt helpless. "I'm already 22, and I don't need my parents to accompany me all the time. Just go to the art exhibition with my dad. It's been a long time since you two have lived together. I..." He lowered his brows, and saw Yan Bu through the door. Xi's figure swayed towards this side.

"I'm working outside, so I can't transfer shifts. I can't go with you." He stared at the door, wary that Yan Buxi was getting closer, obviously lowered his voice, and said quickly in a steady tone: "Chat on WeChat, it's not convenient for me right now Call up."

Just as Yan Buxi stepped into the room, Tang Yun hung up the phone hastily.

"What are you doing on the balcony?" Yan Buxi suspiciously opened the glass door and walked in. Since Tang Yun moved into this house, the half-dead green radishes on the window sills have become green and growing very well. He even raised them. A few pots of prickly pears, water drops and succulents. This person is like a flower essence. Whatever he raises grows well. The originally empty balcony is now cozy like a small garden, only a wicker chair can sit on it. Come down and enjoy a quiet tea.

Yan Buxi pushed the leaves, and propped his hands on the fence behind Tang Yun, imprisoning him between his arms. Tang Yun's scent of pure white orchids blew towards his face along the gentle wind, making the already sunny Just the early morning is more comfortable and comfortable.Yan Buxi supported the fence and did a few push-ups, their bodies including the tip of their noses touched and then separated.

Tang Yun smiled and stretched out his hand to push the person away, cursing helplessly, "Go away."

Yan Buxi grabbed the wrist he pushed over. "Let's go, it's time to go out. There are quite a lot of people today, and the number of people in the museum is limited. We need to queue up when we arrive late." He pulled the people forward, but Tang Yun still stood there, leaning against the railing, unmoved.

Yan Buxi lowered his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tang Yun lowered his head lightly. The Tang family's parents will definitely go to the art exhibition today. My mother's main research direction is Impressionism, and she will definitely not let go of the representative Monet.Once met, his affairs will be completely exposed, what will Yan Buxi think of him then, a complete liar.

Thinking of the scene when Yan Buxi faced Tang Yunhu, Tang Yun's knuckles could not help but slowly bend. He still didn't think about it, and he didn't think about what to say.

"I don't want to..." After going, Tang Yun raised his head, looked at Yan Buxi with vaguely expectant eyes, and the words came to his lips, and he couldn't utter the last two words.

Because of today's exhibition, Yan Buxi memorized the materials in the middle of the night last night, and there are still slight dark circles on his lower eyelids. He just waited to give him an explanation today when he was ready.

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