Passionate to know

After getting into the car, Song Zhiyang buckled his seat belt and said, "The day after tomorrow, spare some time, and I will give you a leave of absence."

An Zhi adjusted the seat to a comfortable position, closed his eyes and replied softly with a nasal voice: "Yes."

Seeing An Zhi's defenseless state, Song Zhiyang held his breath and moved towards him, shortening the distance between them little by little.An Zhi felt a heat source slowly approaching his cheeks, so he opened his eyes, which were surprisingly bright and energetic, and immediately gave Song Zhiyang a hard pinch on the waist with a black hand.

Anzhi gave the order: "Drive hard!"

Regardless of the pain in his waist, Song Zhiyang quickly pressed a kiss on An Zhi's lips, quickly retreated before the second black hand reached over, and sat upright in his seat. Of course, he did not forget to reply An Zhi's order .

"Yes, mylord."

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Xiao Yu is not happy today.

He was originally at home, drinking and drinking, drinking small wine, winning a small game of cards, that was a pleasure.But who knew that Tang Ling rushed into his house in a hurry, grabbed him who was still in his pajamas, and stuffed him into the car, all under the banner of rescue.

The result is to accompany this [-] to karaoke!

So in a private room of the most expensive KTV in city A, a man and a woman sang like ghosts and wolves, hoarse, with a radius of ten meters, people and ghosts all cried.It's just that Tang Ling sang to his heart's content, and Xiao Yu was obviously perfunctory.

After the song was over, Tang Ling gulped down a cup of drink: "Ah~ cool!"

Xiao Yu threw the microphone away and complained: "Xiao Ling'er, you are only singing in broad daylight, why are you dragging me out...to find your group of mic bullies..."

Tang Ling smiled greasyly and obsequiously: "Oh~ singing also needs a foil, where can I find someone who can sing worse than you~~~~~~~"

Xiao Yu made a heartbroken expression: "Don't bully a young and good-looking person like me."

Tang Ling almost looked at him with her nostrils: "For the sake of your stupidity, let's take it as what you said."

Xiao Yu gestured with his middle finger, as if he was going to leave, Tang Ling quickly threw a bear on him, sat on him and looked down at him with a vicious look: "Want to leave?"

Xiao Yu naturally cooperated with Tang Ling's bad taste, so he simply lay down on the sofa in big characters, looking like a hooligan: "Come, come, come face me."

Tang Ling unceremoniously wiped a handful of tofu on Xiao Yu's abdominal muscles, disgusted: "If it was Song Zhiyang's figure, I would still be able to make do with it, but yours... oh... Pretty..."

Xiao Yu immediately shook Tang Ling off his body: "He's busy mixing oil with An Zhimi now... You're still picky about food, and I'm not serving you anymore."

Xiao Yu's words were like a key, opening the hidden box in Tang Ling's mind.She quickly grabbed her phone, opened the calendar and looked it up carefully, looking it up, smiling like a beckoning cat.Xiao Yu was very familiar with this smile. From childhood to adulthood, whenever Tang Ling smirked for no reason, it was because she was thinking about Xiao Jiujiu in her heart.

As soon as Tang Ling opened his mouth, Xiao Yu trembled three times: "There is a good show, do you want to watch it?"

"What drama?"

"Surprise~"

............

An Zhi listened to Song Zhiyang's words, asked for a day off, and then followed Song Zhiyang in a daze, unaware of his arrangement.

"You are really not afraid of being betrayed by me." Song Zhiyang joked.

An Zhi tugged on his tie: "It's hard to say who will sell who."

While speaking, they arrived at their destination, and when An Zhi got off the car, he saw a carved wooden door surrounded by a green brick wall, with a vigorous and powerful official script plaque above it, with the word "Song Yuan" written on it.Only then did he realize in his heart that it was Song Zhiyang's home.

An Zhi asked, "This is where you want to bring me?"

"Yeah, I've wanted to take you home for a long time." Song Zhiyang took An Zhi's hand, trying to lead him into the door, but found that An Zhi lowered his head, refusing to move an inch.So I could only explain: "Don't worry, there is no one else at home."

Song Zhiyang's insight has always made An Zhi feel terrible, especially when it comes to An Zhi's sluggish emotions. Song Zhiyang can always carefully consider every point that makes him uncomfortable, and then solve it in advance.Sometimes, this thoughtfulness is too delicate, which makes An Zhi feel transparent in front of Song Zhiyang, but more often, it makes him feel at ease.

Walking into the Song Garden, one can see a sturdy pagoda tree with intertwined roots and luxuriant branches standing in the corner of the wall after vicissitudes.The whole yard is covered with green hemp stones, and where the stone seams meet are cobblestone paths, winding out in all directions.The water pavilions and pavilions in the courtyard are very well structured.

Song Zhiyang led An Zhi all the way into the house, which made An Zhi quite amazed.In the courtyard, it is clearly still a classical Chinese garden design, but in the house, the style is quite different, it is full of nostalgic accents of the Republic of China.Vertical foreign clocks, decorative gramophones, retro-style pianos...every decoration makes people feel like they have stepped on the wrong time.

An Zhi murmured: "This is Mrs. Song's handwriting."

Song Zhiyang led An Zhi all the way upstairs: "Yes, every detail here is arranged by her own hands, and it has never changed since childhood."

An Zhi then asked, "Does she live here now?"

"It's just that she and my father travel all over the world and rarely return to China. Even when they return to China, they always stay in the studio."

After finishing speaking, Song Zhiyang stopped at the door of a room, turned the handle, and led An Zhi in.

This room belongs to Song Zhiyang, this is An Zhi's conclusion at first sight.Because the style of the whole room is so consistent with this man, simple and clean, without extra decoration.

Song Zhiyang placed An Zhi on the sofa and made a pot of tea for him.

An Zhi looked at the bookshelf by the window. There were long and short growth rings on the bronze-colored log shelf, and all the hardcover books were placed on it, thick and old.An Zhi's eyesight is very good, and he can see the cover of a book turned upside down at a glance, obviously he has just read it recently.

An Zhi took Song Zhiyang's tea: "Do you like Gu Cheng's poems?"

Song Zhiyang sat down next to An Zhi: "I only started reading him when I was with you."

"I?"

"Well, what he wrote is very suitable for my current state of mind....'It doesn't matter if you are by my side or in the sky, thinking of you in the corner of the world, I feel that the whole world has become gentle and stable.'"

After finishing speaking, Song Zhiyang took a sip of tea, his posture was indescribably beautiful and elegant.The handsome, elegant and gentle men mentioned in the ancient books probably looked like Song Zhiyang, who looked relaxed and harmless but actually possessed deadly magic power.It's like his magnetic voice reading Gu Cheng's poems, charmingly like his own love words.

Silently, An Zhi drank the tea, feeling vaguely like swallowing Song Zhiyang's love words by mistake, his ears turned red, and asked him aloud, "Did you bring me here just to visit Song Yuan?"

"Of course not." Song Zhiyang put down his teacup, wrapped his arms around An Zhi's waist and knees, hugged him on his lap, and said softly in a coaxing tone of a child.

"I took you home because I wanted you to stay for me."