Passionate to know

Back in the room, An Zhi hurriedly took a shower, feeling so tired that he didn't even bother to dry his wet hair before falling asleep.

When Song Zhiyang came out of the bathroom, he saw An Zhi's peaceful sleeping face.Only at this moment, he put away the thorns all over his body, and he was like a docile child who could be approached by others.

Picking up the towel, he approached Anzhi on tiptoe, wiping his hair very carefully and gently.He was so focused, as if he was touching a fragile fine product with the bottom of his hand, and even a heavy breath would wake An Zhi up.

After a long time, Song Zhiyang put down the towel, stared at An Zhi for a while, and kissed him on the forehead.

Then turn off the lights and have a good night's sleep.

But after the lights went out, An Zhi, who was supposed to be asleep, opened his eyes.

No sleep for one night.

……

The short vacation is over, and everyone enters a new round of work mode again.

Song Zhiyang found that An Zhi no longer avoided him, but appeared in front of him very openly.Whether it's business conversations or routine reports, even meeting on the road is not evasive, it's very natural.

However, a little polite.

An Zhi was too calm, but Song Zhiyang couldn't hold his breath anymore.This back and forth made him a little dazed. Could it be that the day at the resort was just a dream?

Unable to figure it out, Song Zhiyang went to the doctor in a hurry due to his illness.

"So, what do you mean, you want a license even though you're a hooligan?" Tang Ling said on the other end of the phone with a strange look.

"...If you don't know metaphors, don't use them indiscriminately."

"Tsk tsk... I didn't mean you, you have struggled with such a simple thing for so long?"

"Simple?"

Tang Ling suddenly felt as if her blood had been pumped out: "Stupid...you won't post it when he ignores you? There's nothing a tongue kiss can't solve these days! If one doesn't work, then another one will be more violent!"

The corner of Song Zhiyang's mouth twitched: "Would you like cleaning powder?"

Tang Ling was still impassioned: "Oh, even if he is a piece of ice, you won't be afraid of melting if you hold it in your mouth! If you have anything to do, you can go to bed and talk about it! Young boy, love is a verb~"

Song Zhiyang was speechless: "Driver Tang, please stop, I want to get off..."

"Come on, I haven't finished teaching it yet @+*#=>...+#~..."

Sure enough, Tang Ling's illness is hopeless, Song Zhiyang thought, but she gave him an idea anyway.

An Zhi, that guy still needs to be coaxed.

……

When An Zhi was leaving get off work, he saw Song Zhiyang's car parked at the door. He rolled down the window and smiled at An Zhi: "Get in the car."

Just as An Zhi wanted to refuse, he heard Song Zhiyang say, "If you don't get in the car, I'll get out of the car and accompany you."

An Zhi frowned and got into the car.

The car turned two intersections, An Zhi realized that this was not the way home, and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

Song Zhiyang turned the steering wheel: "Trust me, you will like it."

After making seven turns and eight turns, the car stopped at a building. An Zhi raised his eyes and saw that it was a jewelry collection museum under the name of the Song family.

It is said to be a museum, but it is not open to the public, and only ordinary people can enter.Song Zhiyang was right, An Zhi really wanted to come here.

When he stepped into the gate of the museum, An Zhi shivered slightly due to the full air-conditioning. Immediately, a warm coat was put on him.

"Put it on," Song Zhiyang said, "If you catch a cold, I will have a headache."

An Zhi didn't speak, and he didn't tear off his clothes after all.

The museum is indeed full of rare treasures, some of which are out of print, some are masterpieces of masters, and some have never been seen before.

The hall is full of jewels, and in the cold glass cabinet, it exudes an incomparable but overwhelming nobility.It's just jewelry that no one wears, and it's just cold and beautiful stone utensils, which are always too lonely.

An Zhi carefully tasted one by one, and it could even be said that he was studying. His eyes were like a tool knife, carefully cutting along the texture of each handicraft, gaining insight into everything inside, and then dismantling it. Each part of the is spliced ​​back.

He was so focused that Song Zhiyang was a little envious, envious of those jewels that could make An Zhi stop.

"Let's go to the inner room," Song Zhiyang reminded, "the collection there will be more to your liking."

When Song Zhiyang's fingerprints opened the most central collection room of the guild hall, and the expensive anti-theft door slowly opened, he saw a flash of surprise in An Zhi's eyes, or rather, surprise.

Song Zhiyang pointed his finger: "Most of the works displayed here are the works of old artists, and some are even old crafts that have been lost."

"Yeah." An Zhi finally spoke, with some regret in his voice, "Now, I don't have the effort anymore."

"Broken porcelain, shell carvings, and earlier works...but you are willing to bother, aren't you?"

An Zhi seemed helpless: "Someone has to pick it up."

Song Zhiyang smiled, "Well, it's not too late." Then he took An Zhi's arm, "Come on, there are still..."

Song Zhiyang felt that An Zhi under him was stiff and motionless, and looked back suspiciously, only to see that An Zhi, who was still fine just now, suddenly changed his face, his eyes were mixed, and he was staring at one direction.

Looking along where An Zhi looked, it was the innermost booth in the room. Under the soft warm light, a set of six emerald necklaces shone brightly.

"Anzhi?"

Song Zhiyang frowned, feeling that An Zhi's reaction was a bit abnormal.

"Did you recognize 'Fan Ling'?"

"Heh, how dare you not recognize Yu Jing's pioneering work?"

I don't know why Song Zhiyang always felt that An Zhi's words were stinging, flattering, but actually ironic.

"how?"

An Zhi took a deep breath and returned to normal: "I just didn't expect to see it here suddenly."

So excited to lose control?Song Zhiyang found it difficult to accept such an answer, "Oh?"

"Enough is enough, let's go." An Zhi coldly avoided his fastidious eyes, pulled off his coat, and threw it into Song Zhiyang's arms.

"…it is good."

The two people who walked out of the museum were very preoccupied at the moment.

Song Zhiyang felt strange on this side, how could he be angry when he was angry?The increased favorability in the afternoon was instantly cleared, and he didn't know the reason at all, but he just vaguely felt that it had something to do with the set of Fanling.At this moment, he felt that compared to An Zhi, Tang Ling had become easier to serve.

As for An Zhi, if he was careful, he would find that his footsteps were a little out of rhythm.The moment he stepped out of the gate of the museum, he secretly turned his head and glanced in the direction of Fan Ling, but no one caught the nostalgia in his eyes.

It turned out to be here, I found you.