"Well, the plane at three o'clock in the afternoon."
The living room fell into silence, only two people breathing slowly.
After a long silence, Wei Qing let out a long breath to break the silence: "Have you packed your luggage?"
Yan Chuyang quickly raised his head: "Not yet, I don't think it will be too late to clean up tomorrow morning."
"You are always like this." Wei Qing sighed, "Put everything back, wait until the time is up, and turn yourself around in a hurry."
Yan Chuyang scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "Well, then I'll go upstairs to clean up in a while."
Wei Qing hummed, and suddenly walked towards the boy, raised his hand and slightly lifted the white T-shirt on his body, his big cool hand slipped in along the corner of the clothes, and touched the boy's lower abdomen.
Yan Chuyang froze there, motionless.
"Have you not eaten?" Touching the boy's flat stomach, Wei Qing frowned and said, "If you have eaten, your stomach will swell a little."
Yan Chuyang blushed suddenly, raised his hand to brush the man's hand away, and said falteringly: "You, how do you know that my stomach will swell when I eat?"
"Nonsense." Wei Qing raised his eyebrows: "It's summer, you wear a T-shirt all day, and it's easy to tell if your stomach is bulging after eating."
Yan Chuyang let out a cry, then looked up in astonishment after being silent for a while: "But what are you doing looking at my stomach all the time?"
How long did he stare at it before he came to the conclusion that his stomach would bulge after eating.
"You think I want to see it." Wei Qing snorted, "You are so short, standing in front of me, I can see your belly as soon as I lower my head."
Yan Chuyang hurriedly took a few steps back, her ears were red, she looked down at her belly and said, "I'm so thin, so I won't have a small belly. You have a problem with your eyes."
Wei Qing ignored him, and suddenly lowered his head and took out a small paper bag wrapped in layers of butter paper from his handbag and handed it to Yan Chuyang.
"What is this?" Yan Chuyang took it in astonishment, put it on his nose and smelled it.
"Mushroom pie, don't you like it very much?"
The boy's expression changed, he raised his head and said, "Did you buy it at the stall at the intersection of Huaiyang Road?"
Wei Qing put the handbag on the table, hummed casually and said, "Don't you like theirs very much? It's very authentic."
"But that one is far away from your company." Yan Chuyang frowned distressedly, "Did you run over at night to buy this?"
Wei Qing nodded, let out a little tired breath, walked to the sofa and sat down.
Yan Chuyang hurried over, sat down beside him, looked at the man's side face, and said with a bit of sadness:
"There are a lot of people buying at their house at night, are you queuing?"
"It's okay." Wei Qing lowered his hands, unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, and said in a deep voice, "When I went, there were only two columns, about fifty or sixty people."
"Fifty or sixty people!" Yan Chuyang shouted as if frightened, his heart was full of touch and distress.
Wei Qing is the most impatient for waiting in line. In his opinion, standing there stupidly just to wait for something to eat is simply a waste of life.
But now, he actually lined up behind fifty or sixty people just to buy him a pie.
No wonder he got off work so late tonight.
"Actually... I don't have to eat it." Yan Chuyang looked at the pie and said seriously, "Don't do this kind of thing again in the future, I don't want you to work so hard."
"I can't do it in the future." Wei Qing snorted and said in a low voice, "You are going to Japan tomorrow. I want to buy it for you, but I can't."
Yan Chuyang lowered his head sadly and did not speak.
"Let's eat." Wei Qing turned around and looked at the boy's side face and said, "After this village, there will be no such shop. From tomorrow onwards, you won't be able to eat this pie. They don't sell it in Japan."
Yan Chuyang hummed, picked up the pie, and took a bite.
I thought it would be full of bitterness to eat, but the pie is so delicious, I just took a bite, and couldn't help but sigh again: "It's delicious."
It is delicious and spicy, which can satisfy his appetite everywhere.
"It's delicious." Wei Qing rubbed the top of the boy's head and said softly, "Remember this taste, because this will be the last time you eat it."
Yan Chuyang choked, raised his head, and said in distress: "Don't emphasize this matter, can you?"
He is already in pain.
I can no longer eat so many delicacies, I can no longer eat pies, I can no longer eat hot pot, I can no longer eat small stir-fried dishes...
well.
Life is full of food, drink and merrymaking.
He has lost his "eat and drink".
"Is it okay to just eat pies?" Wei Qing touched the boy's face, "Do you want to make you something more?"
"No need, no need." Yan Chuyang quickly grabbed his wrist, "You are already very tired, just sit here and rest."
"That's right." Wei Qing hummed, leaned back on the back of the sofa chair and said, "Once you leave tomorrow, there will be no chance for the two of us to sit here and chat together. Move it away and change to a single soft seat, you won't be sleeping here anyway."
"Don't move." Yan Chuyang whispered uncomfortably, "I have to come back in half a year."
"Let's talk about it when you come back." Wei Qing turned to look at the boy and said, "Maybe at that time, you don't like to sleep on the sofa anymore. Everyone will change in half a year, won't they?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his head, glanced at the half-eaten pie, and silently put it on the table.
This time I really can't take a bite.
"Don't you want to eat?" Wei Qing glanced at the pie.
Yan Chuyang shook his head: "I'm full, I don't want to eat."
"Then go to the bathroom to wash up first." Wei Qing stood up from the sofa and said, "I'll go upstairs to help you pack your luggage."
Yan Chuyang hummed, stood up from the sofa, turned and walked to the bathroom.
Wei Qing kept watching the boy's back until he disappeared behind the door.
After standing for a while, the phone suddenly vibrated.
Wei Qing took out his cell phone from his pocket.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Wei." The voice of his driver Wang Fengli was on the other end of the phone.
"Well, you say."
"Is there still a queue for the mushroom pie tomorrow morning? I just asked the owner of the stall, and he said that he will leave the stall at about six o'clock in the morning."
"Pai." Wei Qing said without hesitation, "Tomorrow you will be guarding Huaiyang Road, and the boss will buy the pies as soon as he leaves the stall, and deliver them to me."
Wang Fengli hummed: "Okay."
Wei Qing pursed his lips: "Thank you for your hard work tonight, waiting in such a long line to buy pies."
"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Fengli was flattered and said, "It's all my job, my job."
"Well, then go back and rest early."
After Wang Fengli said hello, Wei Qing hung up the phone.
The man put the phone back in his pocket, let out a long breath, and walked upstairs.
When Yan Chuyang returned to the bedroom after washing, he saw Wei Qing sitting on the bedside helping him fold his clothes.
The boy frowned and leaned over: "Wei Qing, I'll do it myself."
"Do you know what clothes to take?" Wei Qing stood up, put the folded clothes in the various mezzanines of the suitcase, and said softly, "You always don't have any plans when you do things, and you have to leave tomorrow. Don't you know what the weather is?"
Yan Chuyang lowered his head in shame, and muttered softly: "I haven't had time yet, I'm going to check it on my phone when I go to bed tonight."
Wei Qing didn't speak, but just helped the boy fold the clothes on his own.
When Yan Chuyang saw him picking up his underwear, he quickly leaned over to hold down the man's hand and said, "You don't need to fold this for me, I can do it myself."
Wei Qing flicked his hand away, "You don't know where to put it if you made it yourself."
"It's okay." Yan Chuyang snatched it anxiously and said, "It's a big deal and I don't take it with me. I'll buy it when I go to Japan."
"I bought those underwear for you." Wei Qing said in a deep voice.
Yan Chuyang was stunned: "And then."
"Those are magnetic therapy underwear that can promote growth and development."
Yan Chuyang's eyebrows twitched: "Aid for development?"
"Um."
"Then take it with you." Yan Chuyang quickly handed the box to Wei Qing and said, "Please fold it for me and put it in the bottom compartment of the suitcase."
Although the length is still considerable now, but for men, the better the development, the better.
Wei Qing sighed silently and shook his head in his heart.
Idiot, how can there be any underwear for growth, and he will be cheated after just a few words, so how can he let him go with confidence.
"After arriving in Japan, you will be on your own." Wei Qing said in a deep voice while helping him pack his things, "There is a language barrier, and you probably don't have many friends. If you live alone, remember to close the windows at night and cover yourself with more quilts." Son, no one will help you if you catch a cold and have a fever. You can only rely on yourself. If you are hungry at night, you can bear it. No one will leave you supper in the kitchen. Your physical fitness is poor. Those who insist on running in the morning, and..."