flying planet

Ye Xiwu always felt that his long-lasting secret love was as smelly and long as an old grandmother's foot wrap, so that he couldn't quite remember when it started.

When he was in college, liking men was considered astonishing. Ye Xiwu didn't know what to do, and his heart just hung on Jian Xinglai. When he found out, he couldn't care about the world. The love has already been deeply rooted, and the flowers are blooming all over the mountains and plains.

Everyone says that secret love is bitter, but Ye Xiwu is a character who takes pleasure in bitterness. He came close to Jian Xing and tried to get to know her. If you can't accept it, a man is hopeless.

Jian Xinglai relies on him like a baby bird depends on its mother bird. Ye Xiwu is like that warm and comfortable bird's nest. It has nothing to do with desire and love, but it is deep and bewildered.

To Jian Xing, his leaving without saying goodbye was not so much anger as the grievance of being abandoned, just like a beloved toy that accompanied her to the bedside, one day suddenly lost it, no child can easily let go .

Ye Xiwu also felt that she was masochistic. After she accidentally cut off contact, she should have eradicated the roots and put an end to her delusions, but in the end she couldn't bear the direction of her heart and came back here.

He is clearly aware of Jian Xinglai's emotional flaws, but he always seems to think that he is the one who can pull the other party out of the quagmire.

The two of them walked back to the hotel slowly in the early hours of the morning. On the way, Ye Xiwu came back physically. Unlike the middle-aged and elderly group when he went there, he didn't know what to chat with Jian Xing, so he just left in silence. Halfway, until Jian Xing came to stop him.

"Are you planning to settle down when you return to S City this time?" Jian Xinglai asked suddenly.

Ye Xiwu didn't think much about it: "I've moved here for work, so I definitely won't leave casually."

Jian Xinglai didn't speak, he walked for a while, and finally stopped under the streetlight.

Ye Xiwu stopped after him, and he looked at the other party without knowing why, a dim beam of light fell on the top of Jian Xinglai's head, clearly reflecting his handsome face.

"Where do you live then?" he asked.

Ye Xiwu: "Live in my studio." He paused, then laughed, "Didn't you ask before?"

Jian Xinglai opened his mouth, he changed into a shoulder bag, grabbed the strap tightly with one hand, and said calmly, "Do you want to live with me?"

Ye Xiwu: "?"

Jian Xinglai: "I have a suite in Hudong, not far from your studio, and we have a project in our hotel next, I think you should be interested."

Ye Xiwu nervously skipped the first half of the sentence, and asked directly: "What project?"

Jian Xinglai raised his eyebrows, he took a few steps forward, and his whole body was out of the shadows. Standing beside Ye Xiwu, he slightly lowered his head and looked at the other party: "The gardening of Xinglai Chain B&B project."

Ye Xiwu frowned: "You need a more professional design planner to do this?"

"Aren't you professional?" Jian Xinglai asked him back.

Ye Xiwu choked, of course she wasn't humble enough to say that she wasn't professional enough...

There was a little smile in Jian Xinglai's voice: "I don't feel at ease if I do it for others, after all, you are the best with me."

Ye Xiwu: "..."

He found that Jian Xing was very good at blowing rainbow farts to him from the past, and he often talked about it in a few sentences, without any principles, rushing to agree to a bunch of loss-making deals, and in the end he couldn't tell the difference .

As a result, he arrived at the hotel door in such a daze, Jian Xinglai turned around and reminded him: "I'll give you the key when I go back."

"?" Ye Xiwu was stunned, "What key?"

Jian Xing came to make a gesture: "You can just take it, why ask so many questions?"

Actually going back to the room at this time would not be able to sleep for long, Ye Xiwu set the alarm clock for 9 o'clock, and Jian Xinglai sent a message on WeChat.

"What are you going to do tomorrow?" Jian Xing asked.

Ye Xiwu laughed at the phone screen for a long time, and joked, "It's been three hours since 'tomorrow'."

Jian Xinglai: "Don't be smart."

Ye Xiwu laughed "haha", and he replied: "I'm going to visit the flower market, will you accompany me?"

Jian Xinglai: "What time?"

Ye Xiwu: "After 9 o'clock, sleep more."

Jian Xinglai: "I get up at 6 o'clock for a run."

Ye Xiwu: "..." This hint is almost the same as an explicit indication. The translation is "You should also get up at six o'clock to exercise and not be lazy"

Fortunately, Ye Xiwu has a thicker skin, so he licked his face and replied, "Come on!"

Jane Xinglai: "..."

Although she was not as sleep-hungry as she was when she was young, Ye Xiwu, who had only slept for less than six hours and was woken up by the alarm clock, could still feel the pain of lack of sleep.

He lay on the bed for more than a quarter of an hour, until the phone rang again before he had to pick it up.

"Hello?" Ye Xiwu replied lazily in a low voice.

When he just woke up, his voice was a little hoarse, with the illusion of satiety, like mellow wine, infiltrating his ears.

Jian Xinglai paused for a moment, and then said: "Are you up?"

Ye Xiwu laughed out loud on the phone, his tone of voice remained unchanged: "Still on the bed."

Jian Xing came to listen to his voice, and gripped the phone tightly. He raised his head and looked out the window, and suddenly said, "It's raining, do you have an umbrella?"

There was a rustling sound from Ye Xiwu's side, and the person seemed to get off the bed. After a while, the voice came over: "I brought a handful."

Jian Xinglai: "Let's hold on together then."

Ye Xiwu couldn't help asking: "You don't really get up for a run at six o'clock, do you?"

Jian Xinglai: "What else?"

...Ye Xiwu always feels that two years difference doesn't necessarily make this difference, does it? !

"This shabby hotel doesn't even have an indoor swimming pool." Jian Xinglai complained coldly, "We'll change to another one after you finish shopping, and I'll pay for it."

Ye Xiwu rolled his eyes to the sky, and he didn't bother to argue with Jian Xing, so he said something perfunctorily, brushed his teeth, washed his face, changed his clothes, and then went out to the restaurant to find someone.

Jian Xing came to sit by the window and saw him at a glance.

Ye Xiwu took a cup of milk. Any hotel restaurant in Kunming has rice noodles in the morning. Ye Xiwu also ordered a portion. He tied his hair and sat opposite Jian Xinglai. There was only one cup on the table and he drank half of it. There was no coffee, and the tablecloth in front of Jian Xinglai was barely touched.

"What did you eat?" he asked.

Jian Xinglai said concisely: "Bread."

"Nonsense." Ye Xiwu frowned, "There's no bread here."

As he spoke, he stood up to get another glass of milk, searched around, and found Cheerios and oatmeal near the children's meals.

"Let's eat." Ye Xiwu brewed a big cup, and when he handed it to Jian Xing, he shook the cup maliciously, and said admonishingly, "Are you a baby? Have a good breakfast, will you?"