Downstairs, Sheng Guangming did as Yan Shuang said, with long legs straddling the motorcycle and waiting for him with a helmet in his hand.
Yan Shuang was dressed thickly, and came down bouncing around, apparently in a good mood.
"Is it too cold to ride a motorcycle?"
Sheng Guangming agreed to Yan Shuang, and thought about it belatedly after returning home. Although he was worried, he drove the car early in the morning. He drove all the way back to the apartment building, and now he is steaming all over his body. .
Yan Shuang said: "Don't be afraid, I'll just hold you tight."
Sheng Guangming blushed a little, "You hide behind me, I will try my best to block you from the wind."
The winter sun was extraordinarily bright, as if it was much more docile than the summer sun. Yan put his arms around Sheng Guangming's waist tightly, and suddenly he said loudly: "Sheng Guangming—"
Sheng Guangming couldn't hear clearly with his helmet on, and the wind came from his ears in fragments, "What?"
He slowed down to listen to Yan Shuang.
"I separated from Qi Feiyun—"
The long sentence was blown by the wind. Sheng Guangming didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow. He was stunned for a long time, and then replied loudly: "Got it—"
The cold wind blew by, and the dark city elongated and passed by in sight. Sheng Guangming drove the car with another person on his back. He said loudly, "Sit still, speed up—"
The motorcycle parked at the gate of the campus, attracting the attention of many people. Sheng Guangming leaned against the car and said to Yan Shuang, "What are your plans next?"
Yan Shuang held the helmet with one hand and grinned, "Concentrate on studying and preparing for the exam."
Sheng Guangming was surprised and relieved to hear this answer. In fact, what he wanted to ask was of course about the relationship, but he was also thinking about it. If he separated from Qi Feiyun, do he have to find another one? Maybe Yan Shuang is tired of this relationship and wants to live a good life.
Thinking about it this way, Sheng Guangming felt happy for Yan Shuang from the bottom of his heart, "Come on, take the test hard, I believe you will be able to do it."
"Sheng Guangming, do you know which of your strengths is the most likable?" Yan Shuang said with a smile.
The tall man who was praised visibly seemed at a loss, Sheng Guangming grabbed his hair and said, "The cake is well done?"
Yan Shuang shook his head, "You always praise me."
Sheng Guangming smiled and said: "What kind of advantage is this? It is your advantage. You are worthy of praise."
Yan Shuang said: "No, this is your strength."
He put the helmet in his hand back to Sheng Guangming, "After class in the afternoon, I'll go to your store and clean it for you."
Sheng Guangming hurriedly said, "No, I can do it alone."
Yan Shuang reached out and thumped his chest, "Shut up, dead straight man."
He turned and walked for a while, only to hear a loud voice behind him, "I'll pick you up this afternoon—"
Yan Shuang waved his back to him.
Sheng Guangming hugged the helmet in his arms and smirked at the school gate for a while before stepping into the car. As soon as he turned around, he saw the dark car under the street lights last night again.
Sheng Guangming held the handlebar of the car and hesitated for a while before leaning over.
Leaning the motorcycle next to the luxury car and stopping, Sheng Guangming tapped on the window.
The car window slid down, revealing an unfamiliar face, wearing a suit and gloves, obviously the driver.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
Sheng Guangming didn't show any timidity, and said, "Is Ji Yao there?"
The other party smiled, and did not answer his question directly, but asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Sheng Guangming." Sheng Guangming said frankly. Of course he knew that Ji Yao was the son of a rich man, but he didn't feel that he needed to bow down because of this.
The driver said: "I'm sorry, wait for the idlers, our young master won't see you."
"Idlers?" Sheng Guangming raised his eyebrows, "Is he the emperor?"
The driver said, "Sorry."
Sheng Guangming really didn't understand what Yan Shuang liked about this person. In his opinion, this person was extremely annoying, even more arrogant than Qin Yubai.
"If you don't see it, don't see it," Sheng Guangming said, "Please tell him that some people he doesn't cherish are rare."
The driver kept a polite smile and watched Sheng Guangming leave on the motorcycle before rolling up the window. Whether it was to stop or press the window was ordered by the owner of the back seat, he was just following orders.
"That kid is quite popular." Ji Wensong smiled first, and turned his face to look at Ji Yao who was beside him. "If you can't put it down, it doesn't matter if you play with it."
Ji Yao's face was cold, "It's too dirty, I'm not interested."
Ji Wensong smiled, "You don't have to coax me, I know you still miss him."
Ji Yao's face was numb, "Whatever you say."
"It's fine if you don't admit it," Ji Wensong squeezed two gloves in his hands, lightly slammed them on his palms, and said to the driver in front, "Go in."
The school leader was very surprised, "Suspension?"
"Yes."
Ji Wensong didn't intend to do this kind of trivial matter in person, but he was afraid that Ji Yao would play tricks, so he took the trouble to do it himself.
His son is now more and more able to hide things. Ji Wensong is both gratified and fearful. He has painstakingly cultivated an heir for more than ten years, so there is nothing wrong with being cautious.
The school leaders didn't say anything, and immediately sent someone to handle the materials.
"Mr. Ji, please drink tea."
"Thanks for your hard work," Ji Wensong bowed slightly, took the tea and put it on the table, and said to Ji Yao who was sitting on the side sofa, "I'm leaving the campus soon, do you want to say goodbye to your classmates?"
Ji Yao said coldly: "You don't have to test me so eccentrically, I said I'm not interested, but I'm not interested."
Ji Wensong fiddled with the glove in his palm, shook his head and smiled, "Why do you always think of my father so badly?"
"Then why do you always think of me so stupidly?"
Ji Wensong was not angry when he got the rebuttal, "I hope you can learn to be smarter when you go there this time."
Ji Yao said indifferently: "You can rest assured that I won't be beaten like you."
"I'm really relieved," Ji Wensong sneered, "You are indeed much better than me at that time in terms of being jealous and fighting with others."
When the school leader came back, the atmosphere in the office was almost freezing. After Ji Yao finished signing, he said impatiently to Ji Wensong, "Can I go?"
"Stupid words," Ji Wensong stood up, flicking his gloves lightly, his whole body relaxed, "The legs are growing on your body, can I not let you go?"
Ji Yao immediately left.
Ji Wensong smiled, with a spring-like smile on his face, he exchanged pleasantries with the school leaders and left the office.
The driver of the car was standing at the door of the office, "Master, go back to the car first."
"I know," Ji Wensong said leisurely, "I forgive him for not being able to escape."
Ji Yao sat in the car. The building where the school leaders stayed was some distance away from the teaching building. He hardly saw the students in the car, and there was only the quiet winter scenery outside.
Ji Wensong returned to the car and asked Ji Yao again, "Aren't you going to take a look? You will be very busy during this time, and you will go there after the Chinese New Year, but you won't be able to come back for a year. If you don't look today, you will go later." No chance."
Ji Yao looked out of the car quietly and said, "Drive."
The driver didn't move, and saw Ji Wensong's agreeing eyes in the rearview mirror before driving.
Ji Yao noticed this clip, but he didn't care anymore.
The reality is before his eyes, he is just a marionette held by his father now, his life path of joy, anger, sorrow and joy are all controlled by his father, there is nothing wrong with admitting it.
In Ji Yao's mind, the sentence he heard just now while sitting in the car - "Some people he doesn't cherish, some people are rare".
The hands beside him slowly curled up.
Who doesn't cherish whom? Who in the end trampled on whose mind repeatedly
The people in the window are like beautifully packaged commodities, they look gorgeous on the outside, who knows what is inside
But even so, whenever he recalled the scene of Yan Shuang being with others, he would still feel a dull pain in his chest.
It's like "phantom limb pain", it's clear that I've given up, but I still feel the inexplicable pain from the wound, and I don't know when the dull pain will stop.
After Yan Shuang finished his class in the afternoon, Sheng Guangming came to pick him up as scheduled, but he didn't drive a motorcycle. "It's cold at night, so let's take a car."
Yan Shuang had no objection, opened the car door, and couldn't help laughing when he saw the helmet on the driver's seat, "What do you mean?"
"If you want to go for a ride, put on your helmet, and the wind will blow as soon as you press the window." Sheng Guangming said with a smile.
Yan Shuang picked up the helmet and turned it upside down in his hands. Only a small piece of his face was exposed, and he said to Sheng Guangming, "Are you handsome?"
"Handsome, so handsome." Sheng Guangming gave him a thumbs up.
After getting into the car, Yan Shuang took off his helmet. When he was playing with the helmet, he found that the word YS was engraved inside the helmet. He turned to look at Sheng Guangming who started the car, "YS? My initials?"
"That's right," Sheng Guangming drove the car, "How about eating hot pot at night? My friend owns a hot pot restaurant. It's not a high-end restaurant, but it's delicious."
"I can do it," Yan Shuang said, "Why do you want to engrave my name?"
"You wear it, why don't you engrave your name?" Sheng Guangming glanced at him with a smile.
Yan Shuang rested his chin on the smooth helmet and said, "Then I won't wear it anymore?"
"That's yours too."
"Is it all mine that I've used?"
"That's not true," Sheng Guangming said with a smile, "Helmets are quite personal, and it's normal to engrave names on them."
"I think it's good," Yan Shuang smiled happily, "I like these things to have my name engraved on them."
Sheng Guangming said: "Okay, when I order the tableware later, I will order a set of signatures for you, and you can also design your own signature."
"real?"
"Of course, bowls, chopsticks and spoons... you have everything you want, including a fire stick. Do you know what a fire stick is?"
"Of course I know. When the orphanage used to use clay stoves, we took turns lighting the fire. I did a good job."
"Really?" Sheng Guangming praised, "Smart people can do everything well."
Yan Shuang touched the helmet, "You praised me again."
Sheng Guangming said: "You say that this is my strength, so I must carry it forward." He turned his face, with a warm smile on his handsome face, "Praise you more."
Yan Shuang chatted with Sheng Guangming all the way, holding the helmet engraved with his name, watching Sheng Guangming talking to him.
Chatting with Sheng Guangming is very comfortable. He will listen to what you say very carefully, and then answer your questions sincerely and naturally. Sincerely.
"Me?" Sheng Guangming stopped the car, "Although I dropped out of school because of boxing, to be honest, I didn't learn well in school, and my brain didn't work well."
"But you're good at boxing and cake making."
"Smart people know everything." Sheng Guangming got out of the car and turned to open the door for Yan Shuang. "For a stupid person like me, learning these two things will make him a god."
"I think it's quite remarkable to be able to concentrate on doing a certain thing well like you." Yan Bilateral got out of the car and said.
Sheng Guangming held the car door with his arm, and smiled when he heard this, "Thank you."
Yan Shuang hid his chin into his cotton coat, "Don't thank me verbally, just treat me."
The hot pot restaurant was opened by a friend of Sheng Guangming, who reserved a seat for the two of them. It was a private room with a simple decoration inside. As Sheng Guangming said, it is not high-end, but it is clean and tidy, and the aroma of hot pot is also very strong.
The boss came to say hello in person, and Yan Shuang sat next to Sheng Guangming and concentrated on cooking. Sheng Guangming didn't ask him to get up to say hello, but he just greeted his friends on his own, but the boss became curious, "Who is this?"
Sheng Guangming glanced at Yan Shuang and said, "Friend."
After the boss went out, Yan Shuang picked up a piece of fat beef with his chopsticks, and said indifferently, "Friend?"
Sheng Guangming was about to sit down, but when he heard that Yan Shuang's tone seemed wrong, he didn't dare to sit down again, he said, "Am I not right?"
Yan Shuang glanced at him, "Is it embarrassing to like me?"
Sheng Guangming's eyes widened slightly, "I didn't mean that."
"Then why do you say we're friends?"
Sheng Guangming was confused, "Aren't we friends now?"
Yan Shuang gave him a blank look, "Forget it."
For the next time, Sheng Guangming was on pins and needles. He didn't know what he said wrong. Could it be that he was a boyfriend? But Yan Shuang didn't like him yet, their relationship was not that good, if he said that, wouldn't he make Yan Shuang angry
Sheng Guangming quietly took out his mobile phone and asked his agent for help outside the venue.
The agent came back rather quickly, "You two are on good terms?"
"No, it's just that he broke up with the doctor next door."
"Fuck, it's fine, you, I underestimated you."
"It has nothing to do with me."
"Whoever believes is an idiot."
"Whatever... You first help me analyze why he is unhappy?"
This time the manager didn't reply right away, and Sheng Guangming glanced down at the phone from time to time.
"Who is chatting with, and you don't even care about eating?"
With black eyes staring at him faintly, Sheng Guangming quickly put away his phone, "It's the manager, I won't chat anymore, let's eat first."
The two finished their meal in silence. Sheng Guangming was chatting with Yan Shuang, and he was able to cooperate very well. He was not very good at asking him to initiate a topic, so he could only talk less and make fewer mistakes. He took out his wallet, and took out his mobile phone by the way. The agent on the mobile phone had already replied to him.
"According to my experience, the most important thing in chasing someone is attitude. You have to put your attitude there. What kind of status is a 'friend'? Who knows whether the relationship is deep or shallow? You have to express your attitude and show that you love him. Let others know that this is not an ordinary 'friend', but a 'friend' that you care about."
"What are you looking at?" Yan Shuang pretended to be savoring, "Isn't it enough to talk all night?"
"No..." Sheng Guangming first swiped his card to sign the bill, and after signing, he glanced at Yan Shuang beside him. Yan Shuang was eating plum candy in a small bamboo basket. Sheng Guangming turned his face and said to the boss who came to pay him in person, "Isn't this my friend."
Yan Shuang raised his face, and the boss was a little confused by the sudden declaration of breaking up the relationship, "What?"
"He is someone I value and care about very much." Sheng Guangming turned his face away and looked at Yan Shuang, who was a little boyishly cute with one cheek pushed up by plum sugar, with a steady gaze, "I'm chasing him."