The big brother's wife is actually a rich and powerful young master

Yan Qing's hometown is in an urban village in the suburbs.

The urban village is far away from the urban area, and it takes at least an hour to drive in traffic jams.

The place where Yan Qing lived had to pass through a narrow alley, and vehicles couldn't get in at all.

The two could only get out of the car halfway, dragging their suitcases and moving forward with difficulty.

"It's okay, do you want me to help you?" Yan Qing was still carrying a bulging schoolbag, so he wanted to help Yin Sheng solve his problems.

Yin Sheng pulled Yan Qing's suitcase over, and raised his head to signal Yan Qing to go forward: "Don't worry about me, just focus on your feet."

Yan Qing pursed his lips, released his hand from the trunk rod, and took small steps across a puddle.

"Walk a few more meters and you'll be there."

With one hand resting on the suitcase, Yan Qing pointed at the faint light ahead with the other, jumping on his feet.

This urban village is very remote, and the whole village is surrounded by high-rise buildings, but many of those high-rise buildings are unfinished. Therefore, from the outside, it is a natural horror film location.

The broken street lamps and street signs seem to have not been repaired for several years, but Yan Qing moved forward very familiarly.

Yin Sheng's leather shoes stepped on the puddle, causing ripples.

He lifted his foot and was about to continue walking, when a soft hand covered his hand, and then slowly moved to the lift rod of the suitcase.

Yan Qing turned around and gave Yin Sheng a warm and soft smile: "It's a bit dark, I'll lead you away."

Yin Sheng glanced down at the luggage pole that Yan Qing was holding, without breaking the contradiction in Yan Qing's words, he slightly raised the lift lever: "Okay."

As night approached, the dim street lights flickered, and Yan Qing led Yin Sheng into a dead-end alley. There were three doors on each side of the alley, and a long and narrow corridor leading up.

The two stopped at the door of a silver-gray iron gate, which didn't look like a normal house, but rather looked like a firewood room where sundries were piled up.

"Wait for me, I'll get the key." Yan Qing lowered his head and put down his schoolbag.

The key was given to Yan Qing by Yin Sheng yesterday, and Yan Qing carefully put it on the innermost side of the schoolbag.

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, and took out the ordinary little key from inside.

"Click." The door was easily opened.

Standing at the door, Yan Qing suddenly felt a feeling of being close to home and being timid.

Yin Sheng stood behind Yan Qing, gently put his hands on Yan Qing's waist: "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." Yan Qing came to his senses, took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and strode in.

Yin Sheng did not expect that Yan Qing's previous living environment would be like this.

However, the 20-square-meter basement is divided into upper and lower floors. The upper floor is a small attic that has been vacant for a long time, and the lower floor is piled up with a row of masonry stoves. The floor height is only 1.9 meters.

The dining table and chairs are actually made of cement buckets and waste wood boards. The most expensive furniture in the whole house is probably a 20-inch TV with a big butt in the living room.

Returning to the familiar home, Yan Qing's eyes were full of surprises. He rushed into the room, stroked the hardwood table nostalgicly, and patted the TV, as if greeting an old man.

After a minute, Yan Qing noticed that Yin Sheng hadn't come in yet.

He hastily put down his schoolbag, and looked back at Yin Sheng with some anxiety: "I, my house is a bit shabby, I wonder if you can get used to it..."

Yin Sheng stepped in naturally, put the suitcase beside him, and sat on the cement bucket generously.

He didn't carefully observe the surrounding scene, but just stared straight at Yan Qing and smiled slightly: "I'm very used to it."

"That, that's good." Yan Qing turned around, touched his slightly hot cheeks, and walked to the stove, ready to light a fire for cooking.

He took out the dry firewood from the pile of firewood, suddenly felt a little strange, and glanced back at Yin Sheng's back.

Yin Sheng sat upright, did not touch the phone, but took out the documents from the suitcase and put them on the table to read.

Yan Qing stretched out his hand to wipe the stove again, and when he looked up, his fingertips were clean without any dust.

Yan Qing suddenly realized that it seemed that before they arrived, Yin Sheng had already sent someone to clean up the place in advance.

He couldn't help being grateful to Yin Sheng, and found a small rechargeable desk lamp in the suitcase.

"It's too dark here. You need light to read documents, otherwise it's bad for your eyes."

Yan Qing lowered his head and bent over, fixed the desk lamp on the table, staring at Yin Sheng flickeringly with his big innocent eyes.

A little smoke rose from the stove.

There was a lot of noise when the two came back. They lived and cooked, and neighbors and neighbors were separated by a wall, and they could hear clearly.

"Duk duk." Yan Qing was about to heat up the pastries when he heard a knock on the door outside.

Yin Sheng looked at Yan Qing, but Yan Qing just couldn't make a move: "Yin Sheng, can you open the door for me?"

"it is good."

There was an old man with gray hair standing at the door.

It was clearly early winter, but the old man was wearing thin clothes, with his hands in his sleeves, trembling all over.

Seeing the door open, the old man's originally smiling face suddenly collapsed. He frowned and asked tentatively, "You, are you a new tenant?"

Yin Sheng didn't know the details of this person, so he only opened the door halfway to block the inside of the room, and nodded expressionlessly: "Yes."

"Sigh." The old man shook his head and sighed, "This basement is extremely humid all the year round. It's rare for a tenant to come in. I'm sorry, I thought it was my old acquaintance who came back."

"Old acquaintance?"

Yin Sheng frowned, then heard Yan Qing's voice from the kitchen——

"Yin Sheng, you eat first, I will deliver pastries to the neighbors."

Yan Qing ran towards the door in three steps at a time, holding a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, and happened to meet the down-and-out old man face to face.

Yan Qing stopped in his tracks and shouted in surprise: "Uncle Fang?!"

"Little Yanqing!"

When old friends meet each other, they are overjoyed.

Yan Qing invited old man Fang to his home and served a hot dinner for the two of them.

Uncle Fang looked at Yan Qing, smiling until the creases on his face crumpled: "Why are you back? Is your mother cured? Why didn't you come back with you?"

Yan Qing shook his head, pursed his lips and smiled: "My mother just had an operation some time ago and is still in the hospital."

"Ah, so what are you doing today?"

"I came with my friend, to celebrate the New Year." Yan Qing's eyes turned to Yin Sheng, he didn't know how to tell his old neighbor about his relationship with Yin Sheng.

People here are too closed, they only care about their own one-third of an acre of land every day, and they don't even know that same-sex marriages are still allowed.

Yin Sheng remained silent, but smiled at Yan Qing faintly.

The one who was really disturbed was Uncle Fang, his small eyes rolled around, and regardless of Yin Sheng being there, he pulled Yan Qing's arm and whispered: "This is really your friend? Don't go there just because of your mother's medical expenses. Borrow usury."

The sky was too dark, and Yin Sheng was dressed in black, coupled with his expressionless face, he looked serious and scary.

It really looks like a debt collection.

"No, no, no." Yan Qing waved his hands dumbfounded. To prove it, he held Yin Sheng's hand to show Fang Bo, "Look, we are really friends."

Fang Bo frowned. Real friends never hold hands with each other.

Although he still didn't quite believe it, thanks to his friendship with Yan Qing for many years, Fang Bo still recognized Yin Sheng as his "friend".

"Aunt Liu, can they all be there? I'll take the cakes upstairs."

Uncle Fang shook his wrist melancholy: "You can move away. You said you are going to work elsewhere, but the others are here." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "Those of us with old arms and legs can't even walk."

"What are you talking about? You are not allowed to say despondent words." Yan Qing took out a round night light from his bag, "Look, I brought you a night light specially, if you are afraid of wasting electricity at night, use this, no When it’s charged, just install the battery and take it with you when you go out.”

He even thoughtfully prepared a small box of batteries for Fang Bo.

"Ouch, good good good, this thing is good." Amber took the night light and held it in his hand to observe.

The first time he received this small lamp, he didn't know how to turn it on for a while, shaking his hands, and suddenly, the night light fell off from his hands.

"Hey!"

Fang Bo and Yan Qing didn't even have time to react, and they had already firmly caught the little night lamp with one hand.

Yin Sheng put the lamp on the table, and gently patted the soft silicone lampshade: "This is touch-sensitive, you tap it and it will light up."

Fang Bo nervously glanced at Yin Sheng, saw that although his expression was stern, but his manner was very considerate, he nodded with a smile: "Okay, okay, Xiao Yanqing, this is really your friend."

Fang Bo gave a thumbs up under the table, Yan Qing smiled not to be outdone, and put up both thumbs: "Yin Sheng is the best!"

Yin Sheng, who was given a good person card for no reason, was speechless. After the three of them ate hastily, Yan Qing and Yin Sheng sent Old Man Fang home, and distributed the finished cakes to other people in the tube building one by one. resident.

Immediately, there were lively conversations in the quiet street.

"Oh! Yan Qing?!"

"It's Yan Qing, show me your auntie, you've grown taller and fatter!"

"Hey, you boy, didn't you go to the hospital with your mother? How is Aunt Yan's health?"

Although Yin Sheng accompanied Yan Qing to every house, but without exception, everyone focused on Yan Qing.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Yin Sheng, it's just that he is out of control. This tall man has a serious expression, and the neighbors all avoid the topic of Yin Sheng by coincidence.

They only knew that Yin Sheng was Yan Qing's friend, and now Yan Qing was staying at Yin Sheng's house temporarily, and he came back specially for the New Year this year.

"Huh." Yan Qing looked at Yin Sheng with a wry smile, "I'm really sorry to let you visit the neighbors with me."

It's just that he didn't want to leave Yin Sheng alone at home, so he had to take Yin Sheng with him.

Yin Sheng poured Yan Qing a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of Yan Qing: "It's okay, the neighbors are fine."

His eyes fell on Yan Qing's slender neck that was exposed after unbuttoning the scarf: "It just so happens that we haven't returned home since we got married, and today we've made up for it."

"Back, back to the door?" Yan Qing almost vomited out of the tea before finishing his drink.

Yin Sheng raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and was about to repeat when Yan Qing stopped him.

"Stop talking, it's getting late, I'm going to make the bed."

Yan Qing fled in despair and went straight upstairs.

Before, he lived upstairs with his mother, and there was a thin curtain between the two beds. He didn't know that Yin Sheng couldn't live there.

While thinking in his heart, Yan Qing opened the door of the small attic.

The scene inside the door made Yan Qing pale with shock.

***

Yin Sheng waited downstairs for 5 minutes but did not hear Yan Qing's voice.

He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and went upstairs with his luggage, only to see Yan Qing standing at the door, hesitating.

Yin Sheng put the suitcase aside, and covered Yan Qing's sides with both hands: "What's going on?"

He saw the environment in the small attic.

It was empty except for a neat and clean bed.

One, one piece?

Yan Qing turned his head in embarrassment: "Yin Sheng, you don't know, did you ask Uncle Fu to sort it out?"

The author has something to say: Faber: Don’t thank me~

Small theater today!

Years later, when it came to this "return to the door", Yin Sheng had a lot of opinions.

Yin Sheng: Will friends hold hands?

Yan Qing: Yes, the shape of our square formation in the sports meeting is to hold hands.

Yin Sheng: Will that friend kiss you?

Yan Qing (blushing): Children will kiss each other, it's nothing.

Yin Sheng (pressing step by step): Friend, will I do what happened last night with you?

Yan Qing: Stop it!This is not the car to go to kindergarten!