A bodyguard who can't be an assistant is not a good boyfriend

The weather is hot, so there are many people who don't like to go out. The delivery time is a little later than expected. Yu Fengyan went out to pick it up. After all, Ye Liangxi is a public figure, and he used to let people let him go at the door.

He talked about gaining weight, but after all, he still has the consciousness of being an artist. He bought a lot of things, but he still didn't move the high-calorie ones.

Yu Fengyan smiled, and accepted the "good intentions" from the boss as if he didn't see him gnashing his teeth and scanning his figure.

In fact, Ye Liangxi usually does fitness, but his little amount of exercise is at most to make his body line smoother and firmer, and he doesn't have many muscles.

Yu Fengyan, who received the baptism of "envious, jealous and hateful" eyes, felt wronged in his heart. He used to have a broken body due to illness, and he was not as healthy and energetic as the other party. Now he is just in Yu Feng's light.

After eating a full meal, it was inevitable that he would feel a little sleepy. Ye Liangxi planned to go back to his room to sleep for a while, stretched his waist and left with his slippers on.

Yu Fengyan finished packing the lunch boxes on the dining table and went back to the room, but he didn't sleep. He closed the gauze curtain in front of the window, softening the blazing summer sun, and the temperature falling on his body was just right.

He stretched out his hand to smooth the rice paper on the table, pressed the corners with a paperweight, added some water to the inkstone, took the ink stick and rubbed it in circles slowly, gradually melting the ink marks.

The ink bought here is not considered good, it is far from the treasures prepared by the Yufu, and he is not picky, it is good to use it.

The pen was soaked in ink, and it fell on the snow-white paper and moved, with a steady wrist, leaving handwriting stroke by stroke, transcribing a poem he once liked very much.

Stop writing, stop working hard, carefully inspected it and there is nothing wrong with it, nodded in satisfaction, and then left my name in the lower right corner as the final finishing touch.

The ink was still wet, and it reflected a wet luster in the sun. He lowered his head and blew lightly, picked up the paper and placed it on a corner of the table, laying out new paper.

After staying here for a long time, he occasionally feels a little dazed, with that kind of wandering feeling that he doesn't belong to the world, and he can't tell who he is now.

Making tea and practicing calligraphy will calm his heart a lot, temporarily forget his worries, and leave some traces of his soul.

"knocking"

He had just finished writing a few words when someone knocked on the open door behind him. He turned around to see that the person who was supposed to be taking a nap was leaning against the door, his curled fingers still resting on the door.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Yu Fengyan was a little puzzled, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Hearing his voice, Ye Liangxi put away his dazed expression. He stopped at the door just now and looked at the man's back in the light. It was as if he was going to disappear in the next second. He knocked on the door involuntarily. His face, that feeling just disappeared.

He pursed his lips slightly, put away the strange feeling, stepped into the room, and said, "I drank too much tea and couldn't sleep, so I plan to continue reading the script. What are you doing?"

When the voice fell, he had already stopped in front of the table, glanced at the items on it, and laughed, "Why are you all old people's hobbies?"

Yu Fengyan followed suit with a smile and didn't speak. At that time, he didn't have so many things to play with. He couldn't go out all the year round, so naturally he could only do these things to pass the time.

Although he complained about him, Ye Liangxi still picked up the page he had finished writing and read his handwriting carefully. He had to say that even a person like him who didn't understand could tell that the handwriting was good, no It is vigorous and powerful, but it is better than flowing water, gentle and moist like him, "There is something."

Before the man could respond, his eyes stopped on the inscription, he raised his eyebrows, and asked in doubt, "Did you make a mistake?"

Yu Fengyan looked along, his eyes paused, and he smiled quietly: "No, it's also my name."

Ye Liangxi was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized, just like a writer has a pen name, and an artist has a stage name, it is not surprising that the other party chooses another name as the inscription. The ancients had characters in addition to their names. ..."

With a shudder, Yu Fengyan looked at him deeply. Here, it was the first time he heard someone calling him like that, and it was him himself, not Yu Feng.

He thought that compared to his life, he didn't care about such trivial matters as his name. Since he wanted to live on the body of others, he had to be prepared to abandon himself. This was the price of rebirth.

But when someone really recalled the name, the shock in his heart exceeded expectations, and it was an emotion that was hard to restrain.

Ye Liangxi didn't notice his abnormality, and nodded in satisfaction after reading the name, "I like this name, it's more like you."

The word "Feng" is too tough. It stands to reason that a man is a veteran, so it should be suitable for this word, but his demeanor is too soft, which is not suitable at all.

Yu Fengyan withdrew the smile on his face, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said softly: "Why do you say that?"

"Hmm... I don't know," Ye Liangxi frowned slightly and shook his head, "It's just a feeling, Yu Fengyan, I don't think it violates harmony and is very suitable for you to put this name on you."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the other party, and saw that his eyes were a little weird, and his expression was not very good-looking. He was a little worried that he had said something wrong again, and hesitated to make amends, "Well, I'm not saying that Yu Feng is not good..."

"I like this name too." Yu Fengyan smiled again before he finished speaking, "Thank you."

Seeing that he wasn't angry, Ye Liangxi heaved a sigh of relief, but on the face he snorted unceremoniously, raised his chin and said, "You're welcome, I just have better taste."

Yu Fengyan nodded in agreement, paused, and with a little selfishness, said casually, "If you like, you can call me that in the future."

If there is a person who can call his former name for a long time, perhaps the traces of his self will not disappear.

Ye Liangxi didn't pay attention to his emotions, put the finished paper back on the table, nodded indifferently, "Okay."

Yu Fengyan didn't say anything more about it, seeing him fiddle with the paperweight and ink sticks with some curiosity, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Do you want to try?"

"Me?" Ye Liangxi leaned the ink stick back to the edge of the inkstone, and quickly waved his hand, "I can't do such a literary thing, don't waste your paper and ink."

Seeing that he avoided it for fear of being too late, Yu Fengyan still handed out the brush in his hand, "Isn't the character you played a son of a family? How can you not know how to write?"

There is a special hand for the writing scene, Ye Liangxi muttered something in his heart, but he hesitated for a while, he still hesitated to take the pen over, it's good to practice, so that when the time comes to save the embarrassment of scribbling, the tea is still brewed Afraid to write a word.

Seeing him frowning and holding the pen awkwardly, Yu Fengyan smiled and took a clean one to show him the posture.

Ye Liangxi looked at other people's and then at his own, feeling a little embarrassed, they were also hands, why did he look like he had Parkinson's, ugly and trembling because of his graceful posture.

The other party's fingers moved around but couldn't be placed in the correct position, and his expression began to feel a little anxious. Yu Fengyan laughed lightly, put down the pen in his hand after the person gave him a glare, and reached over to cover the other party's fingers. Help him correct his position, "Don't worry."

Being pinched and straightened his fingers one by one, Ye Liangxi was slightly stunned, curled up his fingertips uncomfortably, and was immediately clenched again, he turned his face sideways, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and listened carefully to the other party's speech .

"Let's start with the name first." Yu Fengyan said, he had already dipped the pen in the ink, hung his wrist and wrote the other party's name on the paper.

Ye Liangxi is usually good at writing, he hasn't specially practiced any fonts, he is chic and casual, and he never finds it difficult to write.

But after using this soft brush, his hands seemed to be inexplicably disobedient, and the fonts written by others were crooked, and he almost couldn't recognize his own name.

Yu Fengyan is a good and patient teacher. Seeing this, he went around to his right side, raised his hand to hold the man's slender wrist, "Take some strength here, don't press down the whole pen."

The man stood behind Ye Liangxi, keeping a very polite distance, not touching him, only the point of contact between his wrists, he blinked his eyes to put aside the discomfort, and following the strength of the other person to write, the handwriting was indeed more vivid Just neatly.

A little excited, he turned his head and raised his chin triumphantly, "I'm smart, I can get it right."

The distance between them was a bit close, and they could even feel the warm breath when they spoke. That pretty face almost occupied the line of sight, Yu Fengyan was stunned, let go of his hands calmly, and nodded with a smile.

The young man didn't notice it, and continued to write while lowering his head to take advantage of the feel of his hands. His side face facing the sun was exquisite, his slightly curly hair and half-hanging long eyelashes were dyed golden, and when he blinked, he looked like a butterfly fluttering its wings.

Yu Fengyan's hand hanging by his side was a little itchy, and he wanted to reach out and touch it, to see if he could also leave spots of light on his fingertips.

He put his hands behind his back, and his lowered gaze fell behind the person's fair ears. He slightly shook his head and smiled and looked away, so delicate that he couldn't help but confirm it several times.

When Ye Liangxi doesn't do it, he just doesn't do it. Once he does it, he will be stubborn.

Over and over again, he practiced following the three words that Yu Fengyan left behind, filling two large pages of paper, and didn't stop until there was a slight similarity, and nodded in satisfaction.

Turning his head to look at the man occupying the other half of the desk, he was still writing seriously with his head bowed. He rolled his eyes and found an empty space on the paper to start writing.

When Yu Fengyan stopped writing, he saw that the person next to him also raised his head, smiled sideways at him, and tapped a few words on the paper with the pen holder.

"Look, overfulfilled."

He looked down and saw "Ye Liangxi" full of paper, but "Yu Fengyan" was sandwiched at the end. The handwriting was a bit poor, but it could be seen that the person who wrote it was very careful.

He was slightly stunned, and stared blankly at those three words, until someone waved his hand in front of his eyes. He looked up and looked at the doubtful eyes with a smile, "It's very well written."

Only then was Ye Liangxi satisfied, he put down his pen and stretched his hands, and decided to stop his calligraphy practice plan for today, he should go and read the script first, at least he can spread it out.

When he put down his hand, he saw that the man was cleaning up the messy papers on the table. He thought for a while, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder, and when he looked up, he raised his eyebrows and said, "You have been a free teacher for me for a day, and I will give you some benefits." .”

Yu Fengyan blinked suspiciously, but the young man had already turned around and walked out, even raising his hand and waving at him.

"Wait for me in the living room."