animal lover

Because of the problem with the manuscript, Jiang Yenan had to go back to China, Muyan couldn't bear him, so when saying goodbye at the airport, she buried her head in Jiang Yenan's arms and hugged him tightly.

"Ms. Jiang, report to me that I'm safe when I get home."

Jiang Yenan rubbed Muyan's hair, and said to him, "I'll call you as soon as I get off the plane."

The plane left the ground, and Muyan stood inside the glass wall, looking at a streak of cloud and mist in the blue sky.He lowered his head and turned on his phone. On the screen was a new photo of him and Jiang Yenan.

Living alone in a foreign country, sometimes the emotions have not been dealt with well. When returning home and facing an empty house, the sadness of a foreign country will rush up like a flood.

In the past, Muyan thought it was okay to be alone, he had dances to accompany him, and he rarely felt lonely.But at this moment, after returning from the airport, returning to his home, he opened the door and opened the shoe rack, and after Jiang Yenan's shoes were removed, one side became empty.

When changing his shoes, he sat on the ground for a few minutes, put his shoes in the empty space, and looked at the photos of himself and Jiang Yenan for a long time.

After estimating the time, Muyan has been waiting for Jiang Yenan's call all night.He rolled and turned on the bed with his mobile phone until three o'clock in the morning. When the mobile phone vibrated, he immediately woke up, rubbed his eyes, and squinted his eyes to look over.

It was Jiang Yenan who called, Mu Yan couldn't help but hear Jiang Yenan's tired voice, "I just arrived, did I wake you up?"

Muyan looked bright, "No." He yelled, full of air, Jiang Yenan's laughter came from the other end of the phone, Muyan heard him laugh, and said, "I miss you."

On the phone is the lover's breathing, the microphone is attached to the ear, and Jiang Yenan's deep breathing seems to be beside him.Mu Yan hugged her mobile phone, lying on her side on the bed, he heard Jiang Yenan say: "Because of the manuscript problem, I will probably be very busy recently."

Mu Yan turned over and saw a white shirt, which Jiang Yenan left behind.He stretched out his hand, hooked the shirt into his arms, buried his face in the ball of fabric, took a deep breath, and said, "It's okay, I'll wait for your call."

The rainy season in Xiding has come, and it has been gloomy for several days. The old house has been washed, moss has grown layer after layer on the corners, and the stale atmosphere mixed with green grass and soil permeates the old house.The person who repaired the house came once, and told Jiang Yenan that the sewer pipe was about to be replaced, but he had no time to take care of it.

Jiang Yenan hadn't slept for two days, and there were so many things to change in the returned manuscript, he deleted, deleted, edited, and made himself angry.He pushed the keyboard aside, lit a cigarette, and took a puff. The nicotine entered his lungs, and his whole body slowly relaxed.

One cigarette after another, he had heard people say that every time he smoked a cigarette, there would be a black spot in his lungs.At that time, he sneered, thinking that it would be a good idea if all the people on earth would die like this.

His early works were darker than the present ones, full of abnormal psychology of homicide cases, depicting the darkest places in his heart. In his early years, Xuzhou suggested Jiang Yenan to see a psychiatrist.

Those works must be uncensored today, even Jiang Yenan can't help but sigh, the era of the best writing has passed.

Next to the overturned keyboard was the remaining half cup of coffee, Jiang Yenan stood up, holding a cigarette and walked outside the door.

It was raining on the eaves, and the flowers and plants in the yard were bent by the wind and rain. The fish in the pond jumped out of the water, and the "crackling" noise made him upset.

His biological mother, that prostitute, secretly gave birth to him, and has been waiting for an opportunity for him to go back and inherit the family business.

But who would have thought that the family business she wanted had been wiped out long ago, and the only thing left was this old house, and they didn't get anything.

All of these things today are earned by Jiang Yenan himself.

There has never been any good things in Jiang Yenan's life, he has always known that living in this world is not easy, everything depends on himself, there is no good luck from heaven.

A few drops of rain fell on his face, he raised his head, half-closed his eyes and looked at the gray-blue sky.

The drops of water hanging from the eyelashes fell as he blinked, and turned into a tear along the cheeks and dripped on the tip of the chin.

Throwing it in the room, the phone vibrated, and after a few clicks, there was no movement.

Mu Yan was in the airport hall, and their dance troupe was about to perform in Washington, he dialed Jiang Yenan's phone, but no one answered for a long time.

Feeling disappointed, Muyan dialed again.Just at this time, someone called him not far away, Muyan listened to the busy tone inside, and squeezed the phone tightly.

Afterwards, he sent a message to Jiang Yenan, saying that he was going to perform in Washington, and he would become busy in the future.

The next day Jiang Yenan saw that message, he immediately called Muyan after seeing it, the phone rang for a long time and was connected, but the person who spoke was not Muyan.

Jiang Yenan heard the loud electronic music, he took the phone away, he asked where is Muyan?

The other party's voice was very loud, intertwined with the noisy music, Jiang Yenan frowned, and heard him say: "I'm his friend. I'll tell him something for you."

Jiang Yenan pursed his lips and hung up the phone.

The mobile phone was thrown on the sofa, Jiang Yenan's back sank in the sofa, and the silent side face was cast with a shadow.

It was still raining, he hated the rain, the gloomy sky, the wet ground, and the tone of the man who answered the phone for Muyan just now, it was intimate and familiar.

Jiang Yenan's thoughts were wandering, just at this time Xuzhou called again urging him to finish editing the manuscript.After listening to Jiang Yenan, he hung up the phone without giving him a chance to continue.

Unable to calm down with his fluctuating heart, he took the notebook, typed a few words, and closed it again in a state of distraction.

He didn't do this before, and there were very few times when he couldn't write.At this moment, my mind seemed to be put into a plug, all thoughts were gathered into a circle, and all vocabulary was developed around the two words "Muyan".

What is Muyan doing?Did his trip to Washington go well?Who answered the phone just now?Is it his friend?When did you meet and how long have you known each other?

Thinking like this, he suddenly came back to his senses, and was frightened by his strong desire to control.

What was he thinking, why did he question Muyan.

Jiang Yenan felt that his brain became strange because he hadn't slept for too long.He covered his head and leaned on the sofa with a blunt expression.

He waited for more than two hours, and the phone rang again, this time it was Muyan's call.

When he got through, Muyan said loudly: "Teacher Jiang, I'm sorry, I have some friends in Washington, and they invited me to have dinner and drink together."

"Have you finished drinking?"

"I just had a drink. I don't have a performance tomorrow, so I played late."

Jiang Yenan said "hmm", he was silent at first, but after a few seconds, he said, "I'm a little jealous."

Muyan was taken aback, but didn't react, and asked in confusion, "Mr. Jiang, what are you jealous of?"

Jiang Yenan is not someone who can hide this feeling, he said to Muyan: "Is the person who answered the phone just now a friend of yours?"

Muyan nodded, but remembered that Jiang Yenan couldn't see it, so he responded.

Jiang Yenan pursed his lips, frowned, and told Muyan, "I'm jealous that your friend can be by your side." But I could only wait for the dawn with my doubts in my stomach.