I have time

"It's not a replacement driver," and it's not just an 'old classmate', Yan Yu turned his head to You Lin and said, "It's a friend of mine, you go back first, I'll call you when it's time for a review."

You Lin muttered, and didn't ask any more questions. The last time Mr. Yan met this person, there was something wrong. It shouldn't be an ordinary relationship, let alone a grudge. At least it didn't trigger his vigilance nerves about dangerous situations.

You Lin nodded and turned to leave.

The side door of the hotel is facing a small road, where no one walks usually, and the garden landscape on both sides is also very ordinary. The towering sycamore trees are covered with scorched yellow dead leaves and burr-hanging sycamore seeds, and the cold wind blows and rustles.

Yi Chengfeng saw Yan Yu, raised his hand and squeezed out the cigarette between his fingers.

When he puts out the cigarette, he is used to twisting and pinching it directly with his thumb and forefinger. The movements are clean and neat, and he can't burn himself.

His body was slightly straightened, no longer in the loose state just now, but his footsteps were still nailed in place.

If the mountain doesn't come, it's me. If I go, I will go to the mountain.

Yan Yu pushed the wheelchair over by himself. The road was paved with small stones three inches square, and the friction was not small. It was a bit strenuous to push, especially when the arms were exerting force, it would cause pain in the ribs and waist.

Yan Yu pushed himself straight in front of Yi Chengfeng, and had to tilt his head slightly to look directly at him.

"Aren't you going to run this time?"

"Run away!" Yi Chengfeng lowered his head and sneered, shaking his hands meaninglessly, "It's the one from a few days ago... come to apologize to you."

Yan Yu saw a gash on his right index finger that was cut by a sharp weapon. The rough skin and thick flesh had almost scabbed over. He probably guessed that it might have been accidentally cut by him when he picked up the broken glass that day, "You were thrown by me. You made so many downs, so you came here to apologize to me?”

"Yes, I don't like to hear those three words that much, isn't it, are you sorry?"

To apologize, he still has the nerve to use such a mocking tone, and it is a question sentence, sincerity?

"Okay, I accept it."

Yan Yu felt that he was already at his limit in terms of what he could do, so he just took it out of context and listened to it. "when are you leaving?"

Yi Chengfeng was about to blurt out the words "this afternoon". Before the phone was powered off and turned off, he received a travel reminder. He glanced at Yan Yu and chewed and swallowed it back. Two days, maybe."

He randomly thought about how long before he could refund part of the ticket price, this idea was purely to occupy memory and distract attention, and it didn't really matter.

If he doesn't want to do something, there will always be a huge force pulling him into some previous vortex. He is neither resigned to fate nor lazy to make choices, which feels quite troublesome.

Yan Yu didn't ask what was going on in the shop again. His lips turned pale from the cold wind, and he moved his sitting position slightly to relieve his discomfort, and nodded, "That's ok, if you have time, we will have a meal together before we leave. I will have dinner in the afternoon There is also an appointment, if you are too lazy to go out to eat, you can go to the cafeteria upstairs to make do with that invitation."

Ordinarily, the most appropriate way to express handshake is to sit down and have a meal to catch up with each other, but Yan Yu knows that his current state is not very stable, and he may not be qualified for this simple task.

"Just now...was it uncomfortable?"

Yan Yu's hand had already fallen back on the rim, and he heard Yi Chengfeng murmur such a sentence in a low voice, without beginning or end.

He froze for a moment before realizing that he should be talking about standing up to speak.

Of course it was hard, and he probably wouldn't feel better for the next week.

"It's okay, does that count?" He stood up by himself, without relying on anyone.Did not say not to rely on tools.

"Fool!" Yi Chengfeng bit his lower lip, it hurt, he felt that he would lose his expression for a moment, his eyes were sore, even the sneer was uglier than crying, the corners of Qianjun's mouth were pulled Can't get up.

"It's not good for you Xueba, you like to be serious about everything!"

"I participated in all the key technologies, and I also drew the design drawings..."

Hula A gust of wind blew over, Yan Yu tilted his head to avoid it, he wanted to say that he had thought of many ways in the past five years, and this was really the only way he could do it, after all, medicine had never made any earth-shattering progress in this field How can it be difficult for a person with brain instructions to convey the lumbar spine to stand up by himself, and he can't even move his toes, okay?

"Cough cough...cough..." The cold wind entered his throat, blocking what he wanted to defend himself.

Yi Chengfeng turned his back to block the direction of the wind, raised his hand to pick off a dead leaf that fell on Yan Yu's shoulder, "It's too cold, can we talk in the car?" He patted the car back .

Yan Yu unlocked the car.

"Let me do it." Even though he became a friend, Yi Chengfeng opened the car door and came over to hug him.

Based on Yan Yu's current condition, he definitely wouldn't be able to get in the car, even if someone carried him up, it would still hurt when his arm was pressed against his ribs.

Subconsciously, he put his hands under his ribs and sighed softly, and immediately felt Yi Chengfeng's movements slow down, and looked down at his expression carefully.

In this way, he was in such an embarrassing state of being hugged and squeezed in the corner of the car door by the other party, as if he was hugging Yi Chengfeng against the car door for the first time five days ago.

"cold."

After Yan Yu said this, Yi Chengfeng gently stuffed him into the car, and the moment he sat down, there was a series of tenderness in the lumbar spine, as if the position just now was more comfortable.

In fact, before Chen Xing followed him, almost no one hugged him like this, perhaps when he was very young, it is a pity that those short-term memories have been lost, and they can't even be found in dreams.

Yi Chengfeng turned on the heater, walked around to the other side of the back row, and sat down beside Yan Yu.

He took off his down jacket and put it on Yan Yu's cashmere jacket.

Will wear this kind of cool looking guy, the face is not as thick as the fat layer, and the third-level breeze will blow you through!

"That sentence is what a bastard said when he was in a mess, can you forget it?" Yi Chengfeng asked in a discussing tone, trying to probe the ground, with a bit of softness begging for mercy.

When he said those words, he was indeed positioned in such a position, thinking of letting go of his popularity, he also knew that saying it would definitely give Yan Yu a critical blow, and if the lethality was not enough, he would not be able to drive him away.

But Yi Chengfeng never dreamed that his words would exert such a long-lasting influence that he would be able to stand in front of him recklessly five years later.

Yan Yu turned to look at him, "You want to renege on your debt?"

"What do you want?"

"Continue to be friends with you."

"When are we not friends anymore?! If you are not friends, can you not beat you if you vomit all over? If you are not friends, you can eat and watch movies together for Christmas? If you are not friends, you just stay at home casually?"

???

He is so confident that he can use parallel sentences...

So what have I been doing these years?

Yan Yu smiled and sighed, "Then, let's do it."

"Just for this, you work so hard?"

"I don't have many friends, so every one of them is very important." Yan Yu turned his face and looked out the window, the warm air from the air conditioner made the corners of his eyes red.

"Then you don't have to stand for more than an hour at a time, can't you make a point?"

"Aren't you guilty of asking this way? You only showed up at one hour and thirteen minutes. I mean, can you see it?"

Yi Chengfeng pointed to his dead phone, "Didn't you write it, and there will be a live broadcast, and even a replay."

"You frantically pull the progress bar when you watch movies online, it means that you just drag it over..."

"I watched it!" Yi Chengfeng snapped up, "I watched the live broadcast from beginning to end, and saw that there was no electricity at the entrance of the hotel. When I came in... I saw you in real life."

"Those technologies can be used in our company's products, such as self-balancing cars, robots, etc... It's not all related to you, job inventions, it's a drop in the road, don't be too psychologically burdened." Yan Yu ticked off proudly. The corner of his lips said, "Did I speak well?"

"I didn't listen, and it wasn't... the left ear listened, the right ear popped, I didn't think too much... I understood the next few sentences. I just looked at your people... I was always worried that you would be in the next second." You won't just get down all of a sudden... If I haven't come, are you still going to stand on stage and continue to be the background?"

"No, I really can't hold on anymore."

Yan Yu pulled his down jacket and shrunk down, like a soldier who had just returned from a triumphant return. After being excited, he was greeted with exhaustion oozing bone marrow.He simply closed his eyes, this kind of drowsiness feels good, especially in a safe and comfortable place, where he can safely let his brain fall asleep.

In front of people, he is rarely so defenseless, but in front of friends, it should be okay.

Yi Chengfeng saw that he was going to sleep softly, and felt that something was wrong. Is this the gentleness that melts the world?Why does it look like he is about to melt?

He raised his hand and touched his forehead as if in response, "Are you running a fever? It's very hot...it's about 39! Do you know when the fever started? Are you still making an appointment this afternoon?"

"My doctor appointment is almost up. Are you going to take me there? Friend." Yan Yu was really sleepy, his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open his eyes, he managed to find out his phone and unlock it, "You Lin, help me." I'll find You Lin's number and call it, and all the appointment materials are in his place."

Yi Chengfeng flipped through the phone book quickly, and You Lin was one of the few people he manually set as the top.

Just in the blink of an eye, he even had the idea that his number was not on the top list.

Which onion do you have?Lost ass!

"Boss Yan."

Before Yi Chengfeng could make a move, there was already an answer quickly, and You Lin continued to ask, "Where are you, I'll pick you up."

Yan Yu tilted his head, and in the next second he couldn't sit still and slid towards the car door, his forehead was about to hit the glass.

Yi Chengfeng originally wanted to hand the phone to his ear, but now he couldn't care less, so he quickly put his arms around his chest, slowly supported his head and leaned it on his shoulder, and then focused on talking on the phone for him , "In the car, get down immediately and take him to the hospital!"

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"Yan Yu? Wake up, don't sleep yet, what's wrong with you?"

Yi Chengfeng turned sideways, Yan Yu leaned in his arms, and rested his head on his shoulder.He patted Yan Yu's cheek with the other hand a few times, trying to wake him up.

You Lin: ...

Mr. Yan's face is for looking at, no one has ever dared to touch it, not to mention patting it, no one dared to touch it.

From time to time, he glanced at him with a complicated look in the rearview mirror, and You Lin handed over a cushion, "Mr. Yi, Mr. Yan's waist may be hurt a little, help him to cushion it, don't leave the waist empty, he will feel very uncomfortable ..."

Yi Chengfeng took the cushion, stuffed it in and pulled it out, it didn't feel right at all, so he simply reached out his hand around his waist and put his right hand under his side waist.

Strictly speaking, this is a posture for holding a child, and the shoulders, neck and waist are not lost, so Yan Yu should not feel uncomfortable.

But... Gradually, he felt a little uncomfortable...

After all, what he was holding tightly in his arms was a big living person, with thin shoulders, tight back, slender waist... and a body that was scalding with fever, and waves of scorching breath blowing around his neck.

"You President Yan, what's the matter?" You said you were sick, and there was no transition.

Ever since You Lin caught a glimpse of this man not only daring to slap Mr. Yan in the face, but also daring to hug him in this posture, his calves started to cramp, and he almost stepped on the wrong gas pedal and brake.

He wanted to be humanitarian several times, reminded the other party to cherish life, and took his hand away, but he was not ashamed to speak.

"Uh... President Yan suddenly fainted the day before yesterday. The doctor said that he was caused by nervous anxiety caused by excessive mental stress, and the fever was also caused by this..."

Yan Yu felt that the all-encompassing sleeping nest was very comfortable, warm and well-supported, but it suddenly narrowed a lot, making him a little out of breath.

Yan Yu raised his hand to scratch and push the other person's chest, frowning in protest.He was sweating profusely, and a few strands of hair on his forehead were wet and sticky, but his body temperature dropped slightly due to sweating.

Yi Chengfeng loosened his arms, "Be honest! Don't touch!"

You Lin: ...

Ahhh, is it okay if I’m blind, okay if I’m deaf? !Who is going to explain what is going on? Who is this Mr. Yi who belonged to Mr. Yan——

When Mr. Yan wakes up, will he kill him to silence him?

The author has something to say:

Director: Yi Dafeng, please hug me tighter until the memory killing is over.

Yi Dafeng: (Gladly agrees) Good!

Yan Xiaoyu: (secretly opens one eye) Give me your paw and be honest!

DuangDuangDuang~The new copy is open~

Volume Two: Seven Years Later