salt by salt

Yang Chen bought me a lot of things. According to him, his taste is better than mine. I don't need to express my opinion, just try it.So I was at the mercy of him throughout the whole process. Seeing his smart signature on the bill, he turned around and said to me: "I will fill in your address, and they will send it over."

"It's like the high school one."

There was no one in the store, the manager knew Yang Chen, so he was very polite.I was bored looking at the booth, and when I said it, he immediately took it out to show me: "Try it, the design of this one is more lively than the one just now..."

"It's very similar to that one, but the brand is different." He came over and grabbed my shoulder, and glanced casually. I don't care what Yang Chen's possessive actions in public will make them think of me. Young Master Fu's boyish face said, "This one looks pretty good on you. Then I want this one too, let him help you adjust it and go."

I did not say anything.When I was in high school, I just left Xu’s family, and I was not able to buy a house by myself. The rental property near the school was very expensive, and the living expenses that Xu’s family paid to my card regularly every month could only support my normal life. strenuous.So even though Yang Chen gave it away casually, a Patek Philippe watch was too expensive as a gift between classmates.

What's more, I still have a little self-esteem and a little sincerity, and I don't want him to think that I agreed to him for that little benefit.

I insisted that I would not accept it. When I found Yang Chen, he was playing golf with his friends. I waited for a long time under the midday sun with the box, and finally waited until he finished playing a game.I handed him water, passing the heavy box as he drank.

"It's too expensive, I can't accept it, please take it back."

The weather was fine that day, Yang Chen's hair was sticky to the side of his face with sweat, he poured mineral water on his face, and stroked it casually to reveal his smooth and beautiful forehead.He glanced at me expressionlessly, opened the box casually with wet fingers, picked up the brand new watch and shook it.

The boy's eyes were slightly raised, water was dripping from the ends of his hair, and the water marks on his cheeks glistened in the sun, making me lose my mind.I pursed my lips, trying to give him a smile, but when I looked up, I saw him throwing the watch to the ground with force, and it smashed to pieces.

"Throw it away if you don't want it, and return it to me if you don't need it."

He said lightly.

"……sorry."

I lowered my head and said to myself, he walked past me with the basketball in his arms, and his friends just watched from a distance, accustomed to ignoring this one-sided farce.

That was the first time I received a gift from him. I knew he was not short of money and didn't care about the price, let alone the tortuous sincerity.

"Jun Yan? Jun Yan?"

Song Cheng waved his hand in front of my eyes, I suddenly came back to my senses and found myself staring at the program on the TV screen for a long time in a daze.I was always relaxed in front of him, stretched my waist and asked, "When is your friend coming?"

"He's almost there." He'd been in and out of the kitchen like a hardworking bee, and he was almost ready, so he took off his apron and sat down beside me.He is tall and straight, wearing an apron and bowing his head to cut vegetables, there is a little warmth and humor.

I touched his warm and dry fingers, and my heart moved: "What delicious food did you make?"

"It's all what you like to eat." He said happily, like a child who has helped his parents with housework and is eagerly waiting for praise.Sometimes his feelings are too direct, my heart feels like being soaked in hot water, it hurts and heats up, I just smile and sigh on my face: "You don't cook a few dishes that your friends like?"

"There's nothing he doesn't want to eat, and he likes drinking more than eating."

"Who is it?" I was a little curious, "What do you do?"

"Artist." Song Cheng stood up a little embarrassed, "Let me cut you a fruit plate, I think your lips are too dry, did you not drink much water today?"

I nodded, I took a taxi here as soon as I said goodbye to Yang Chen today, almost across the entire city of B, plus it was in the evening rush hour, so I didn’t have time to go back and change my clothes—fortunately, I was wearing Yang Chen today Shen's clothes, but this set is already quite low-key.I reached out and touched my lips, and felt that they were not very dry. Then I realized that the Blancpain watch was still on my left wrist. Song Cheng must have seen it when I raised my hand a few times before.

But his expression was the same, and he obviously didn't see any flaws.But a watch. Although Song Cheng is a model, he is not high-end enough to accept all kinds of big names. He is not the kind of person who is obsessed with studying watches. How can he recognize it in front of his eyes?

He has already seen it, so it would be strange to pick it up again.I persuaded myself, just treat it as an ordinary watch—not to mention that you can say it if you can’t afford it, so people are not allowed to wear a high imitation?

There was a knock on the door suddenly, Song Cheng was too busy cutting fruit to open the door.I passed by him, wiped the fruit knife, reached out and stuffed a piece of apple into my mouth, he took a reproachful look, and went to open the door lightly and cheerfully.

"Yo, hello, I'm Lao Luo."

"I'm Junhiko."

The man outside the door was short and fat, with a slightly oily appearance, and his thin, shiny curly hair was tied into a pigtail.I caught a sharp glimpse of the dirty paint marks on his blue down jacket, and let him in sideways. When I rubbed shoulders with him, I smelled a strange smell on his body, like an art room whose windows have not been opened for a long time.

Artists? The Xu family also runs a publishing business, and I have met quite a few literary and art workers.I watched calmly as he pulled out the chair and sat down, and lit a cigarette without asking for my opinion, becoming a discordant element in this cozy cabin.

I closed the door and turned around with a flawless smile on my face.

I think it's a charlatan.