Wei Qing snorted and let go of him slowly.
Yan Chuyang sat next to him, lowered his head and said softly, "Do you think...do I want to go?"
Wei Qing's eyes dimmed, and for some reason, he suddenly wanted to smoke.
"Do you want to go?" After a long silence, the man asked in a deep voice.
"I want to go." Yan Chuyang nodded without the slightest hesitation, "It has always been my dream to work and study with Mr. Yamashita."
"Then go." Wei Qing turned his head and said plainly, "Since this is your dream, why hesitate?"
"But..." Yan Chuyang lowered his head, rubbed his knees and whispered, "But it's going to be half a year, I think, I will miss... I will miss home."
"Why are you so worthless." Wei Qing clicked his tongue, raised his hand and shook the boy's chin, and said in a deep voice, "It's only half a year, and I just flew back when I wanted to buy a plane ticket. It's no big deal."
Yan Chuyang's heart tightened, he raised his head quickly, stared at the man in front of him with piercing eyes, and said, "Aren't you unwilling for me to go to Japan? Obviously you said a few days ago that you didn't want me to go, and even wiped out my competition results." …”
"That's different." Wei Qing leaned over, hugged him again, put his arms around the boy's shoulders and said, "A few days ago I was angry with Song Huaiqi, I didn't want you to go with him, I can't trust him, but now, this is Your own wishes are your dreams, and I respect you."
Yan Chuyang frowned a little uneasily, staring at the humanity in front of him and said: "Do you want to respect me, or do you think you hate me, and want to drive me to Japan, so that you can be alone."
"You're trying to piss me off. I..." Wei Qing lowered his head and pecked the boy's lips fiercely and said, "How can I treat you well every day, so that you can know how much I have paid for you?"
Yan Chuyang snorted: "Why are you treating me well? If you keep driving me away, is it treating me well?"
"I don't want to embarrass you." Wei Qing hugged him tightly and said in a deep voice, "You have to understand that you are free. No matter what you do, as long as it is what you want, I will support you."
Yan Chuyang's nose was sore, and he said in a nasal voice, "Wei Qing, stop being like this, can you stop being so nice to me?"
Wei Qing coughed guiltily, avoiding the boy's eyes and whispered: "I'm not good to you." He was the most despicable.
Yan Chuyang shook his head: "You treat me well."
So good that he didn't want to leave at all.
He and Wei Qing have been married for less than four months, he hasn't completely captured his heart, they haven't been married, he hasn't had time to confess to him, so many things have not been done, but they will be separated all of a sudden half a year.
Half a year... For such a long time, the relationship between the two of them has been weak. The two places are separated, and they can't touch or hug each other. Who knows what will happen.
You can't say that everything will change after you come back.
Wei Qing might even get impatient with the wait and divorce the marriage.
The more Yan Chuyang thought about it, the more nervous he became, his small face was wrinkled and pale.
"What are you thinking?" Wei Qing touched the boy's cool face, frowned, "You look so pale, are you uncomfortable?"
"No." Yan Chuyang brushed Wei Qing's hand away, sighed, "Do you really want me to go?"
"It's not that I want you to go." Wei Qing emphasized, "It's up to you whether you want to go or not. The decision is in your hands."
Yan Chuyang scratched his hair in embarrassment: "Then I'll think about it myself."
Looking at the boy's tangled profile, Wei Qing's eyes were as dark as ink.
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Yan Chuyang thought about it for a week.
Fang Zheyu made countless urging phone calls, but the boy always replied with the same sentence: "I'm sorry, this happened so suddenly, I'm a little confused, please give me some time to think about it."
Yan Chuyang also felt that his indecision was annoying, but this choice was too difficult to make.
Wei Qing and Dream. ah! ! How would he choose this
One end is the person he loves, and the other end is the dream he has had for more than ten years. None of them can give up.
When the eighty-second call came, Yan Chuyang was studying in the classroom.
Glancing at the caller ID on the phone, the boy sighed helplessly, lying on the desk, and slowly swiped the answer button, and said weakly,
"Mr. Fang Zheyu, didn't I tell you just now? I'm a little messed up now, please give me some time..."
"You are Mr. Yan, right?" A middle-aged male voice different from Fang Zheyu rang on the phone, very strange, and his accent was awkward, he called Yan twice "Yan"
Yan Chuyang straightened his shoulders: "Hello, I am."
"Oh, Mr. Yan, I'm やましたともさ, the one who bought your painting."
Yan Chuyang's eyes widened suddenly, his whole body froze, and it took him a while before he said softly, "Yes...is it Teacher Shanxia?"
"Well, my Chinese is not very good." The person on the other end of the phone said with some difficulty, "Chuyang Jun, I can't speak clearly on the phone, let's meet up, I can let my translator convey my words. "
Yan Chuyang nodded again and again, and replied in broken Japanese: "はい, 秦は今时がありますが, どこにいますが." [Okay, I have time now, where should we make an appointment?]
Because he liked Japanese comics since he was a child, Yan Chuyang can simply say a few daily expressions.
Hearing Yan Chuyang speak Japanese, the person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a moment and quickly said: "Private はアシスタントをpositionしていいます.もし时间があれば、今お会いしましょう." [I will ask the assistant to send it to you Location positioning, if you have time, let's meet now.]
Yan Chuyang vaguely understood the location, and the words "meet me now", nodded and said: "はい." [Okay.]
A few minutes after the phone was hung up, a text message was sent to locate the location of the phone, in a cafe on Songchengbu East Road.
Yan Chuyang packed his backpack non-stop, came out of the study room, and rushed to the cafe.
The meeting went well.