Passionate to know

"Hush money?" An Zhi knocked off his hand, "I'm afraid you can't afford it."

Song Zhiyang simply rogue his upper body, his body was firmly attached to An Zhi, scratching his ticklish places to make An Zhi scramble to hide.

"Don't scratch... Song... Song Zhiyang..." An Zhi gasped and dodged from side to side, "...I'm too lazy...to talk about such crap..."

Song Zhiyang stopped with a smile: "That's what you said."

An Zhi turned his back, thought for a while and said, "I'll write it down first, and I don't have to say it later, it doesn't matter."

Song Zhiyang wrapped him in his arms, leaned his head on his shoulder, and pretended to be docile: "Look at my performance? Am I not good enough?"

"..."

……

Jiang Yuyuan was already a workaholic, and now that he has An Zhi, he can't wait to tear it apart for ten days.Not to mention An Zhi, even Song Zhiyang ignored him once he started working.

Song Zhiyang did the math, and he hadn't seen An Zhi for about ten days.My own person was abducted, and the person who abducted him was still my own mother, and I was still an accomplice, so there was really no place to complain.

The only happy person is Tang Ling.

"Oh, what are you upset about? Your daughter-in-law and his mother-in-law are developing a relationship now. It's a good thing!"

Song Zhiyang's mouth twitched: "Why do I sound so awkward..."

Tang Ling stuck out her tongue: "Slightly slightly slightly..."

Song Zhiyang ignored her: "Where's Xiao Yu? He rarely appears recently."

"Didn't you ask him to find a place with good geomantic omen for An Zhi's parents? He had his eyes on a piece of land, but they refused to sell it. He was practicing Tai Chi with others."

Song Zhiyang said "Oh" and said, "The efficiency is too low."

Tang Ling had countless middle fingers in her heart. Damn Song Zhiyang dared to dislike Xiao Yu's inefficiency. Who didn't know that he regarded An Zhi as a candied heart. Find a cemetery. You need good geomantic omen and quietness. To be not far from the city, you need to walk on a mountain road, it's so simple!If Xiao Yu heard this, he would probably wipe his neck with a kitchen knife.

"Oh, by the way, I asked you to find out the names of Anzhi's parents, did you find out?"

Song Zhiyang was very concerned about An Zhi's matter, although An Zhi said he didn't want him to bother, but if he didn't do anything, Song Zhiyang couldn't do it at all.What's more, since we have to do it, we must do our best. Renovating the new tomb is not enough, and the inscription on the stele must also be beautiful.When I accompanied An Zhi to visit the grave that day, I could see that the two elders were buried too hastily and sloppily. Now that I have the opportunity, I should go over everything in detail.

Song Zhiyang had already contacted a calligrapher in the city, and was waiting to trouble the old man's name and ask him to inscribe on the inscription.

Tang Ling waved her big hand: "If you can't do this little thing, wouldn't that be an embarrassment for you?"

"Speak the key."

"Anzhi's father's name is Lin Yuanming. He follows his mother's surname, and her mother's name is An Yuezhen. It's true that three generations of ancestors are craftsmen."

An Yuezhen, Song Zhiyang read this name, and felt a little familiar, then repeated it again, why did he seem to have heard it somewhere?

The more Song Zhiyang thought about it, the more he felt that something was about to come out, and he couldn't even listen to Tang Ling's yelling, so he simply got up and left the company and went home directly.

After stepping into Song Yuan, he almost went upstairs with his sixth sense and entered Jiang Yu Yuan's room.It seemed ten years ago that he had last been in this room.

Jiang Yuyuan doesn't like to change the furniture and decoration, so the decoration here has been the same for decades, and even the position of the books has not changed.Song Zhiyang walked to the old bookcase based on his vague memory, opened the glass door, squatted down, and opened the bottom drawer. Sure enough, the jewelry catalog compiled by Jiang Yuyuan himself was lying there.

When he took out the jewelry record, he felt that the time went back to ten years ago.

At that time, he had just graduated from high school, and following Jiang Yuyuan's orders, he went to her room to get an account book for her, but he opened the wrong drawer and took the jewelry book by mistake. A torn piece of letter paper fell out.There was only a little remnant of the letter paper, and the handwriting on the letter was neat and neat traditional Chinese, with a fluffy brushstroke, and the bottom right corner wrote: Zhenzhen.

Before he had time to read what was written on the letter, he was snatched by Jiang Yuyuan who walked into the room. She hurriedly held the letter paper to her chest as if she had done something wrong, and drove Song Zhiyang out of the room with an excuse.Song Zhiyang only cared about Song Jiang Yuyuan's personal affairs when he was young, so he didn't take it to heart.It's just that the word "true" has been kept in my heart for some reason.

At this moment, Song Zhiyang didn't know what kind of mood he was in, so he opened the book again.Only opened the title page, and saw the letter paper.

Ten years later, it was a little yellowed, and there were some moth-eaten traces, and the handwriting was a little fuzzy, but I could still see what was written.

Because there is obviously only a little remnant left, and I can't understand what the original intention of writing the letter is. The only thing that can be read in the letter is the last sentence.

"One day you will have nothing, but it's all your own fruit."

When the letter writer wrote this sentence, he seemed to be resentful. He wrote so hard that the pen even scratched the paper the last time.

The signing is true.

Song Zhiyang pinched the letter, looked at it for a long time, and thought about it for a long time before finally putting it back in the book and putting it back where it was.

Now there seems to be a big rock pressing down on his heart, and even he himself can't explain why.Obviously there is no clue, but he just feels that that "Zhenzhen" seems to be "An Yuezhen".

This is really an unreasonable delusion, Song Zhiyang felt that he was just making up a story, but he couldn't help but feel that it was true.

In the end, he comforted himself like this, but it was just like one word, there would be no such coincidence in the world.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyang couldn't stay in this room for almost a moment, and if he was here again, he would probably think wildly again.

He wants to see Anzhi.

Think now.

……

An Zhi had been working for eight hours without eating or drinking, and he only stopped when the alarm clock on the wall rang again.

Fanling has already begun to take shape, even if you have a glimpse of the leopard, you can see its delicacy.

An Zhi looked at his work with soft eyes, so gentle that the ice and snow could melt into water, as if looking at his own child.After watching for a long time, I don't know if my eyes are sore, but the eye circles are red and watery.

An Zhi took off his gloves, rubbed his swollen eyes, wanted to drink some water, but found that the glass was empty.

"Thirsty?"

A familiar voice came from the door, startling An Zhi.He looked up and found Song Zhiyang leaning against the door, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand, looking a little gloomy.

An Zhi took the tea and asked, "When were you here?"

Song Zhiyang sat down: "It's been a while, you're too focused, I don't want to disturb you."

An Zhi looked at Song Zhiyang quietly, sensitively aware that he was really different tonight.The Song Zhiyang he knew was confident and intelligent, and he rarely hesitated.But now he seems to be haunted by something, his eyes are filled with a sense of self-doubt and chaos.

He originally wanted to ask, but seeing Song Zhiyang's tightly pursed lips, he opened his mouth and swallowed.He could only get up and stand in front of Song Zhiyang.

Song Zhiyang looked up at him, and An Zhi also looked down at him.

Then An Zhi put his hands on Song Zhiyang's eyes, his slender and slightly callused fingers, like a butterfly's kiss, depicted Song Zhiyang's eyebrows, counted his eyelashes, the edges and corners of his side face, Follow the veins of the pulse and feel the slight beating under the skin.

For the first time, An Zhi felt that this person needed his comfort.

So, he bent down, and under Song Zhiyang's gaze, kissed him on the lips.

Song Zhiyang felt a cool tap on his lips, just touched it, and left like an electric shock, then paused for a second or two and tentatively stuck it, it felt like a frightened little animal.

An Zhi clings to Song Zhiyang like this, clumsily making people feel like this is their first kiss.

But such a bland kiss made Song Zhiyang feel extremely real.

He immediately reached out to hug An Zhi, put him on his lap, and said in a low voice, "You have become bold."

Knowing that he was relieved, An Zhi grabbed his collar and looked down at him: "What were you obsessed with just now?"

Song Zhiyang smiled: "I was stupid just now."

An Zhi's kiss made Song Zhiyang feel that nothing was important.He was by his side, he could be seen and touched, and he was extremely reliable.As for things that are unclear, just ignore them.

If you delay the tenderness at this moment because of some illusory things, maybe you are really stupid.