After having dinner with Su Xiulun and taking back the mobile phone from Cheng Jian, Chi Xiaochi realized that there were more than 20 missed calls.
Cheng Jian obviously didn't intend to explain it well, he started the car and drove home, and threw the pot away: "Your phone is broken."
Chi Xiaochi sweated anxiously on his face, and said in his heart that I believed in your evil.
"Intercept my cell phone signal," he told 061.
061: "…?"
Chi Xiaochi: "Do as you like."
061: "Hmm."
Cheng Jian saw that his brother called back six or seven times but no one answered, and then pressed his mobile phone to send text messages, and a nameless fire started: "He dare not answer your call?"
Chi Xiaochi thought, Mr. Cheng, your double standard is too much.
He stared at Cheng Jian sadly.
Only after Cheng Jian spoke did he think of who was responsible for the trouble, and when he saw his younger brother's listless eyes, his heart became empty, and his voice softened a lot: "Cheng Chengcheng, I'll take you upstairs in a while, and I'll give you a call. Yang Baihua, please explain, okay?"
Chi Xiaochi rubbed his feet on the wool mat.
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, illuminating his pale complexion almost transparent, and his eyelashes were golden.
Cheng Jian's eyebrows moved.
He thought of his younger brother who was brilliant in front of the piano today. In those ten minutes, he definitely felt an unprecedented pride.
But during the meal, Cheng Jian kept thinking, for whom was Cheng Yuan, who had always been stage fright and timid, summoned the courage to sit in front of the piano.
If Chi Xiaochi knew what Cheng Jian was thinking, he would definitely pat him on the shoulder and say, "Brother, don't think too much, I'm trying to make the surname Yang unworthy of your brother."
He raised his head and pulled Cheng Jian's clothes: "Brother, wearing sunglasses while driving, the sun is dazzling."
Cheng Jian took out the sunglasses from the sunglasses case in the car and put them on: "Yo, there is still me in my eyes."
Cheng Yuan showed a smile that was uglier than crying, and it made Cheng Jian smile again.
The car drove for a while, and there was a community not far ahead. Cheng Jian said, "Think about what to eat at night, and I'll take you there."
Cheng Yuan didn't answer, his eyes stared straight ahead.
Cheng Jian also saw the person who made his younger brother stunned—
Yang Baihua stood at the entrance of the west gate, wearing a heavy down jacket, his face was extremely gloomy.
Ximen is the closest to Cheng Jian's apartment. If Cheng Yuan wants to come and go, it is the most convenient place.
Cheng Jian's eyes turned cold, and he wanted to drive directly over.
Cheng Yuan quickly grabbed Cheng Jian and whispered, "...Brother."
Hearing the prayer in his younger brother's tone, Cheng Jian's face was not worried, but he still slowly stepped on the brakes.
Cheng Yuan twisted the corner of his clothes with force: "Brother, don't get out of the car, okay? ... You two are going to quarrel when you meet."
Cheng Jian sneered: "I think he came to quarrel with you."
Cheng Yuan begged in a soft voice: "Please, brother."
Cheng Jian pouted, but didn't move any more, sitting on the driver's seat with his arms folded.
If Cheng Yuan met the amnesty, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, strode towards Yang Baihua, and said happily, "Old Yang!"
Yang Baihua didn't answer, his face was heavy.
Cheng Yuan shrank his neck guiltily, and took his hand to please: "Old Yang, I didn't mean to not answer the phone. ... I have good news to tell you."
Yang Baihua slapped his hand away with a loud snap.
Cheng Jian, who silently opened a gap in the car window to facilitate eavesdropping, suddenly changed his face when he heard the sound.
Cheng Yuan had never been treated like this before, he stared blankly at Yang Baihua, then looked at the back of his red hand, the tip of his nose was sore, but he still insisted on grabbing his hand: "Old Yang, don't be angry. , I've been very busy these days, I don't have time to take care of you, and I'm afraid that if I contact you, your parents will find out. Are your parents gone? Are they having fun these days? "
Yang Baihua looked over his shoulder and saw a Bentley.
The person in the driver's seat was wearing sunglasses that covered half of his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly.
... Is that the one named Lou
Yang Baihua looked at Cheng Yuan with a sneer: "I think you had a good time too. I'm afraid you don't remember where the door is now."
Cheng Yuan was at a loss: "... huh?"
When Cheng Yuan showed such an expression in the past, Yang Baihua couldn't help but want to pinch his face, but now he was full of disgust, and a flood of emotions that had been suppressed for a few days hit him like a flood.
Yang Baihua smiled instead: "Cheng Yuan, do you know how much I paid for you?"
Cheng Yuan was stunned.
"My parents have been here these few days, I can't eat or sleep well, and I've been thinking about how to tell them about the two of us. I'm the only son in my family, and I'm the only hope for the family. Being with you means that What do you know? It means that our Yang family is about to break up! What about you? There is at least one Cheng Jian in your family, right? Do you know how much my psychological pressure is? Have you ever understood?!"
Cheng Yuan's eyes were red: "I have. I never forced you and your parents to admit our relationship... "
"You're not forcing it, I'm forcing myself." Yang Baihua smiled miserably, "I have no foundation, and I managed to gain a firm foothold in this city, and I'm not worthy of you. But I have tried my best to treat you well. The second half of the junior year When you had a fever, you called me and told me that you were feeling sick and wanted to drink lotus seed porridge. In the winter, I went to three vegetable markets to buy it for you, and I brought it to your dormitory when it was boiled. When you were a senior, you were free , I often want to play with you. As long as I can make time, when have I not come to accompany you? In the past six months, you have no job, no income, and you keep cooking and cleaning at home. I have accused you even once ?"
Cheng Yuan started shaking: "...Old Yang, what's wrong with you. Why suddenly... "
Yang Baihua asked back, "What happened to Lou Ying?"
Cheng Yuan choked and glanced in the direction of Bentley unconsciously: "My friend, he borrowed my house to live in..."
This glance made Yang Baihua's unwillingness and resentment accumulated over the past few days suddenly erupt.
As soon as he faded his gentle appearance, he said bitterly, "He didn't lend you anything else?"
Cheng Yuan's face changed greatly: "Yang Baihua!"
Yang Baihua's mentality was unbalanced, and he pursued him relentlessly: "You shouldn't compare me to him again, right? Is there anyone who can satisfy you more than anyone else?"
Cheng Yuan burst into tears: "Yang Baihua, don't say it... you don't say it anymore."
Cheng Yuan's reaction made Yang Baihua think that his guess was true: "After comparing, do you think I'm boring? I'm poor, from a bad background, and I don't understand your music."
Cheng Yuan shook his head with trembling: "You are too much... If I disliked you, why would I be with you in the first place?"
Cheng Jian didn't hold back and uttered a foul language.
This fool.
He opened the door with the momentum of unloading the door, strode down, and took off his sunglasses.
Seeing the person rushing down from the Bentley, Yang Baihua, who had just finished his mouthful, almost choked into his throat.
... Why is Cheng Jian in the car
Cheng Jian didn't play those twists and turns with Yang Baihua, he just punched.
Cheng Yuan was shocked: "Brother!"
He reached for Cheng Jian's suit, like a chick hiding behind an old hen, but he didn't control Cheng Jian's hands and feet.
Taking advantage of the gap, Yang Baihua was slapped again, feeling a little stunned.
Cheng Jian pointed to his nose and cursed: "You are very kind to my brother, but you remember everything very clearly, junior and senior, if you have time and place, you fucking made a memo, and read it three times a day. Repeatedly? Then how good is my brother to you, do you want me to settle the account for you?"
Cheng Yuan burst into tears: "Brother."
Yang Baihua suddenly felt as if he had made a mistake, and glanced at the trembling Cheng Yuan in a panic.
Cheng Jian spat: "What's wrong with my brother's living in my house? After all your bullshit, you can buy him one if you have the ability."
Yang Baihua became more and more flustered: "...Cheng Yuan? Didn't you say this is Lou Ying's house?"
"What Lou Ying?" Cheng Jianheng pointed his hand: "Don't catch my brother to show his prestige, if you doubt it, you can check it yourself, and check whether the surname of the householder here is Cheng or Lou."
"It's me, I lied..." Cheng Yuan rubbed behind Cheng Jian and said with a weeping voice, "I don't dare to say that my eldest brother lent my house, I can only say that I borrowed a friend's house to live in..."
Yang Baihua was incredulous: "...Why are you lying?"
Cheng Yuan said with a trembling voice, "I use my eldest brother's car, and you are not happy, saying that my brother is interfering in my life. If I say that he will stay at his house temporarily, will you agree?"
Yang Baihua's face turned pale, "Then... who was the person I saw that day?"
Cheng Yuan couldn't stand anymore, leaned on Cheng Jian and whispered: "...he is Lou Ying, my friend. After returning to China, he didn't have the key to the house, and there was no one at home, so I let him stay at home. Take a break for a while and get rid of the jet lag."
Cheng Jian lost half of his face: "When did it happen?"
Cheng Yuan lost all energy in his eyes: "The day I brought you food... I took in friends without your consent, and I don't dare to mention it to you."
Cheng Jian has never been involved in his younger brother's circle of friends. Naturally, he doesn't know what kind of friend Lou Ying is: "I said how did the tea set move when I went to find you at night."
Yang Baihua panicked: "But Lou Ying clearly said..."
Cheng Yuan immediately asked back: "What did he say?"
Yang Baihua was speechless, his face turned blue and red.
- "It's me. Mr. Yang, come in and sit?"
- "Xiao Yuan is out, wait here for a while."
— "I'm his friend. Not the guardian, not the guard."
- "Don't be surprised, we are all in private contact."
When he thought about it, Yang Baihua realized that the Lou Ying he met that day had never admitted that he was the owner of this apartment.
Even if he mentioned this in his words, he never responded positively.
Yang Baihua was in a state of turmoil.
Cheng Yuan didn't answer his call that day, and said he was hanging out with his friends, but he was actually with his eldest brother
Speaking of which, this also makes sense. After all, he made clear his position to Cheng Yuan many times, and let Cheng Jian interfere with their lives.
Here is Cheng Jian's real estate...
Lou Ying is just borrowing, the two are friends...
As for Lou Ying's resemblance to him, it's probably just a coincidence. Maybe when Cheng Yuan fell in love with him at first sight, it was because of this face that looked like him that he noticed him...
love at first sight…
In an instant, Yang Baihua returned rationally, remembering the cute appearance of the young man in a casual shirt running up to him, clumsily and sincerely.
The memory and reality overlap, and the face in front of him is still young, but there are more dazed and sad tears.
Only when his blood returned, Yang Baihua felt the burning pain in the place where he was beaten.
This apartment is clean and far away, and the security guards are all aware of things. When they found that there was a riot here, they sent two people to watch, and found that it was a personal dispute. physical conflict.
Shame and pain made Yang Baihua's clean skin turn purple.
He took a step forward and tried to save: "Xiao Cheng..."
Cheng Jian blocked him back with an arm: "What are you doing? You scolded someone just now, and you're going to deny it as soon as you wipe your face?"
Yang Baihua stretched out his hand towards Cheng Yuan: "Xiao Cheng, I'm here to take you home..."
Cheng Jian protected Cheng Yuan and took a few steps back: "Xiao Yuan has been busy with his music day and night, and finally got a little better. If you are still a person, don't let him deal with you and his at this time. Troubled things."
Yang Baihua ignored Cheng Jian and looked at Cheng Yuan pleadingly, waiting for his reply: "...Xiao Cheng?"
After a long silence.
Cheng Yuan lowered his head and whispered, "Brother, I want to go home. I want to eat the pickled fish made by Aunt Chen."
Yang Baihua's entire face stiffened into an iron plate.
Cheng Jian twitched in distress and held his hand: "Okay. Let's go."
When he got in the car, Cheng Yuan seemed to be extremely tired. He hugged the cushion and rubbed it: "Brother, I'm sleepy and want to sleep."
Cheng Jian restarted the car: "I don't know your virtues yet, and I can't bear it if something happens: I have an audition today, but I didn't rest yesterday, okay. If you sleep, I'll drive the car steadily for you."
Cheng Yuan buried his face in the cushion: "Thank you, brother."
He didn't speak any more.
In the silence, Cheng Jian dialed the phone at home.
He remembered that his parents were at home today.
As soon as the phone was connected, Cheng Jian said, "Mom, Xiao Yuan was bullied. I'll take him home at night. I'll go back and tell Aunt Chen to buy a fish now."
Chi Xiaochi, who was quietly lying on the back seat, pursed his lips and smiled softly.
… done.