salt by salt

It was already noon when I came back from the hospital after a series of examinations.

Andre went home by my side and volunteered to roll up his sleeves to cook.I went to the study to put the medical records, and when I looked up, I saw the photo hanging on the opposite side of the bookshelf.

The rich crimson is all over the screen, and two people whose faces cannot be seen are cuddling tightly.The man held the robe that was about to fall off with one hand, and stroked the long hair of the man in his arms with the other hand, as if he could feel the gentleness and care of his movements.

They seemed to be kissing selflessly, a beam of light fell on the pale and thin back in the middle.

Through the photo, the loving touch seemed to return to my body.

like.Lao Luo named this work "Love".

I think he saw some ambiguous atmosphere, and even took this as an opportunity to help match us up.

The long-haired woman in the photo is fake, all the warmth Song Cheng showed is fake, and the "love" I talked about with him is also fake.

False is true when it is true and false, and there is no place for nothing.

The past six months have been like a dream, and I feel slightly trance after waking up.I knew it would be useless to entangle with Song Cheng any longer, but I was still nostalgic for the warmth I felt when I faced him.

Maybe it's like what Andre said, I just want a simple relationship too much.

Love, family affection, friendship, everything I have so far is mixed with more or less impurities.I really hope to become a gentleman, throw away my surname, let go of the shackles all over my body, and be free from worries.

"Brother, I made creamy mushroom soup, hurry up and try it."

Andre was quite polite this time, instead of pushing the door in, he yelled outside the door.

"coming."

Just think.

I told Song Cheng that I would meet and talk with him when I was free, but I didn't expect that I couldn't spare any time.

These days, Yang Chen's father's project is still in the preparatory stage, and he intends to bring him to participate.Yang Chen inherited his father's workaholic attributes, and he didn't even bother to take medicine when he was busy.

I received a call from him on the road. Although he was talking about daily life, his tone was obviously in a hurry.Even when I said Andre was my assistant, he just hummed and told me to mind myself.

He travels frequently these days, and our meeting is mostly a short video.I told him about my recent situation, and he also talked about the things around him. Both of them were very tired, and it was like a report from a superior-subordinate meeting.

I was exhausted from meeting every day at the company, so I suggested calling instead.Yang Chen has a stubborn personality, and he has to make a call every day no matter what. Sometimes I get a call after get off work, and after calculating the time difference with him, it's two o'clock in the morning on his side.

I euphemistically mentioned that there is no need to call every day, and it is better to take a break if you have this time.But he couldn't say anything, so he could only let him go.

Maybe that's part of what he considers "love".

But I am not relaxed, this follow-up work is waiting to be finished, and the next exhibition is also on the agenda.It's okay to be absent from work for a day or two. Not only will I be gossiped if I do it every day, not to mention that I can't play a role model as a boss.

I went to the company to handle affairs every day, went to various exhibitions of other companies to observe on the spot, and working overtime became commonplace.Fortunately, Andre and Tang Mo helped to share the pressure, otherwise I would be overwhelmed.

Yang Chen is not at home, so I simply moved back, unless he came back from a business trip to pretend to live there for a few days.

On the grounds that his villa was too far away from the urban area, Andre moved back to his original room after he acted like a spoiled child to me several times.I have made an agreement with him for three chapters, and so far we have maintained the proper proportions that brothers should have.

Time flies by when I get to work, and I didn't realize that summer is here until I saw Andre open the refrigerator and take out the ice cream today.

He was sitting cross-legged on the sofa playing games, I watched for a while and said, "If I were you, I would definitely take a high spot to spy on them first."

"This is a handle and not a mouse. The reaction speed of sniping is waiting for death." He said vaguely with a spoon in his mouth, manipulating the character to go around behind a person and sneak attack, "Brother, let's play tennis later. I am not convinced that I lost to you yesterday."

"Have you finished planning and changing it? I want to play it on the weekend." I said, "I have already sent the part of Tang Mo to read it, so hurry up."

"You are squeezing employees, today is not a working day."

He scooped a scoop of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth, then went on to play the game, and protested to me while being distracted.Melted strawberry cream dripped onto the back of his fair hand, turning it into a beautiful pale pink.

I couldn't see it, so I took a wet wipe to help him wipe it off.It happened that he was killed in the game, and Andre threw away the handle: "Brother, you killed me!"

"You were shot in the head by a sniper. People have been eyeing you for a long time. Don't rely on me."

"I don't care, you have to be responsible."

I smiled and asked, "Then what do you want?"

He raised his eyes to look at me, and the intentionally aggrieved look was tainted with a hint of flattery, he reached out and hooked my shoulder, and said softly: "You kiss me first, and we'll talk later."

The distance that brothers should have - except for kissing.

I kissed him on the cheek, and Andrei pointed to his lips.Because he had just eaten strawberry-flavored ice cream, his lips were soft and cold, and there was a hint of sweetness on it.

His arms wrapped around my waist, those blue eyes like icy lakes were as beautiful as ever.

The atmosphere was very good, and at this moment, my cell phone rang in an embarrassing way.

The expression full of temptation turned into a face full of displeasure. I stood up embarrassingly, and Andre gritted his teeth and said, "If it's Tang Mo, let her go to talk with Changxin by herself next week."

"She treats you well enough, making coffee for you all day long, it's not her job."

I went to get my phone while talking, and glanced at that it wasn't Tang Mo calling, it was an unfamiliar number.Could it be advertising?I picked it up a little confused: "Hi, hello."

There was an unfamiliar female voice on the other end of the phone: "Excuse me...is that Mr. Jun Yan?"

I was stunned for a moment before answering: "I am. Who are you? What can I do for you?"

"I'm Dong Xiaoqian, Brother Song's manager, we've met before."

I recalled her identity, a lively young girl whom we had met long ago at Song Cheng's house.

Hearing that I confirmed my identity, the hesitation in her words was wiped out, and she spoke a lot quickly: "Brother Jun Yan, do you have time recently? That's right, Brother Song went to other places to participate in a reality show , fell down...it was serious, and I needed someone to take care of it. Sometimes it is inconvenient for me as a girl, and Brother Song refused to ask others to take care of me. I thought you were friends, so I secretly saved your number and called."

Because I kept silent, she hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Junyan, did I disturb you? Brother Song didn't know I was calling, and he didn't ask me to call, but I really didn't know what to call Who... I'm sorry, I was too reckless."

"It's okay, where are you?" I sighed, "Tell me the exact address."

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, thank you Brother Junyan, thank you so much!"

I pulled a sticky note on the refrigerator, wrote down the name of the place she said, and hummed: "It will take some time for me to get there, so please take care of him first."

"No hard work, no hard work, brother Jun Yan, you can call me anytime, my phone is turned on 24 hours a day."

As soon as I hung up the phone, Andre reached out and took the note in my hand: "Brother, what is this?"

"Give it back to me." I frowned, "Don't mess with me."

"Where are you going?" He tilted his head, "I don't have any business talks to this place recently."

"Andre! I don't have to report everything to you."

"I thought it was hard enough for you to take care of me and Yang Chen, let me guess, it must have something to do with that Song Cheng. Brother is not afraid of falling into the water while riding three boats?"

"He's injured, can I go and see him?"

"How to visit? Visit in bed?" He made an aggrieved expression, "Does he still need your help? You are not a doctor!"

"He came here alone, and he has no other friends here." I thought of Cheng Heyun who might be preparing for a wedding in the near future, and paused, "At most five days—three days, it takes time to go back and forth. Help him find a nurse and come back."

"Why didn't I look for it myself, I have to go?" Andre still spoke harshly, but handed the note to me, "here. Anyway, I can't do anything like a phone call from him all the way. I see."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left, and I quickly stopped him: "This is not the same thing at all, don't make trouble, okay?"

"Who cooks for my brother every day? Who helps my brother with work every day?" His eyes were red and he looked very sad. "Did I behave badly during this time?"

I said to myself that you usually wash and chop the nanny and stir-fry the dishes. It’s not that I didn’t pay you as an assistant... But you have to say something nice: "I know you are good to me, don’t be angry, It has long been impossible for me and him. Be obedient, I will go and have a look and come back, huh?"

Andre's lips became redder after being bitten, and his face looked delicate with tears: "Two days."

"It's a province away from City B. Even if I'm a Superman, I won't be able to come back."

He raised his eyebrows and pointed to his face:

"Then give me a kiss, brother, and we'll discuss it later."