Wei Yuan didn't say anything, but he always admired Yan Chuyang in his heart.
During the rarest period of his grandma's death, he never saw Yan Chuyang sighing and wanting to give up life.
In his impression, Yan Chuyang seems to have always been that young man who is positive about everything and sees life thoroughly.
On the surface, he is careless, but his mind is more delicate than anyone else.
"I don't care." Wei Qing tugged at his neckline, his eyes turned red and said, "Anyway, I don't trust him."
"Brother." Wei Yuan bit the bullet and said, "It's not good for you to go to Japan or not to go to Japan, this is a matter for Yan Chuyang to decide, none of us has the right to control him, right? "
"I don't care about him." Wei Qing raised his eyebrows and said solemnly, "I'll let him make his own decision."
Wei Yuan twitched his forehead, coughed and said, "Then the phone call tomorrow..."
"You still have to make phone calls, you still have to cry, and you still have to say that you can't bear him."
"I… "
"Leave me alone." Wei Qing interrupted him, "That's the deal, if you dare not fight tomorrow, Wei Yuan, you will be responsible for the consequences."
After speaking, Wei Qing hung up the phone.
Hearing the beeping sound on the other end of the phone, Wei Yuan fell on the bed helplessly and thumped the pillow. Why did he have such a weird cousin? The problem was that he was still afraid of him, since he was a child.
"What's wrong?" There was a voice of earnest concern outside the window.
Wei Yuan froze, his back was sweating coldly from fright.
"Who is it?" the boy dared to ask.
"Bang." The window was opened, and Guo Hanxin's cold and handsome face appeared outside the window. Although the light outside was not good, the man's deep facial features could still be seen.
"It's me." Guo Hanxin said in a deep voice, "Why did you hit the pillow just now? Are you in a bad mood? Also, who were you on the phone with for so long?"
Wei Yuan froze there in a frozen posture, reflected for a long time, and then suddenly came back to his senses, pulled out the pillow and threw it out of the window.
"Guo Hanxin, your uncle!" This pervert was actually guarding the window of their house at night.
ah! ! !
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At seven o'clock in the morning, Yan Chuyang was woken up by a phone call.
After Wei Yuan cried bitterly, was very reluctant, and complained on the phone, the boy's originally confused mind became refreshed and refreshed, without any sleepiness.
"Hey, don't cry." Yan Chuyang clicked his tongue in discomfort, rubbing the center of his brows and said, "Last night I tossed and turned and fell asleep at three o'clock in the morning, and I was woken up by you again just after two hours of sleep. Hearing is very sensitive now."
"Brother, woo woo, ah!! I still miss you!!"
Wei Yuan cried very hard, on the one hand because of Wei Qing's threat, on the other hand he was really reluctant to let go.
He and Yan Chuyang grew up together, went to elementary school together, middle school together, and university together. After so many years of ups and downs, he grew up to be a little hooligan who teases girls everywhere, while Yan Chuyang grew up to be upright. The pretty young man, the relationship of the past ten years is not fake, and suddenly his friend leaves, how can he not feel sad in his heart.
"Okay, okay." Yan Chuyang moved the phone away from his ear, picked out his ears and said, "Don't feel bad, when I get to Japan, I will look around and see if there is a collection of Master Cang's collection there." , I will send it to you when the time comes."
Hearing this, Wei Yuan stopped crying at the top of his throat, coughed, and said seriously: "Not only Teacher Cang, but also Maria Ozawa, Kana Matsui, Mirei Omori, etc. Take a look around, pick a few with better quality, and see if there are any high-definition, uncensored ones..."
"I know, I know." Yan Chuyang interrupted him repeatedly nodding, "I'm going to hang up first, and I have to wash and pack my things."
Wei Yuan hummed, and said hastily: "Don't forget to tell my brother, I've already called you."
Yan Chuyang frowned: "Why did you tell him?"
"Oh, anyway, just tell him that I called you, okay, that's it for now, I'm going to catch up on my sleep, bye."
After speaking, Wei Yuan hung up the phone.
Yan Chuyang glanced at the phone strangely, but he didn't have much time to think about it.
Alas, I'm leaving soon, I'm leaving Wei Qing soon, it's too late to feel uncomfortable, so why bother with the phone!
The boy looked around with a heavy heart, sighed, lifted the quilt, changed his clothes and went downstairs.
As soon as he went downstairs, he smelled an aroma coming from the kitchen.
Yan Chuyang frowned and called out, "Wei Qing."
"Did you come down so early?" The man poked his head out of the kitchen, "I thought you would sleep until eight or nine."
"Are you making breakfast?"
Wei Qing nodded, raised his chin in the direction of the bathroom and said, "Go wash up first, come out for dinner later."
Yan Chuyang hummed, turned and walked to the bathroom.
After washing up, Wei Qing had already put the breakfast on the table.
Very rich.
No, it is extremely rich.
Stir-fried pork slices, Kung Pao chicken, sweet and sour carp, braised scallops, rock sugar lily, Buddha jumps over the wall...
Sweet and spicy, there are at least twenty dishes.
And... his favorite pie.
Yan Chuyang stood in front of the dining table in a daze, unable to roll his eyes anymore.
"Why are you in a daze?" Wei Qing walked over, kissed him on the forehead and asked, "Did Wei Yuan call you?"
Yan Chuyang came back to his senses, let out an ah, his eyes twinkled and said, "Yes, it was at seven o'clock in the morning."
"What did he say?"
"He suddenly cried." Yan Chuyang shook his head incomprehensibly, "The day before yesterday he wished me a happy journey, but today he suddenly said he was reluctant."
"I was reluctant to part with it." Wei Qing said in a deep voice, "You two have been friends for so many years, and now you have to separate, he must feel uncomfortable."
"Actually, it's okay." Yan Chuyang touched his neck, "It's not that I won't come back, so I don't feel much."