The weather was bad the day Yan Mu came back. It was raining heavily and even an umbrella couldn't cover him. When he opened the door and came in, he was soaked by the rain.
Jiang Zhihuo took Yan Mu's bag, raised his head and kissed Yan Mu's lips. It was too cold outside, Yan Mu's body and lips were cold. Jiang Zhihuo bit his lower lip again and rubbed it with his teeth: "Brother Yan, go take a shower first, don't catch a cold."
"Okay, wait a moment." Yan Mu rubbed Jiang Zhihuo's hair and went into the bathroom.
When he came out of the shower, Jiang Zhihuo was curled up on the sofa with a pillow in his arms. His fingers were sticking out from his long sleeves. When he saw Yan Mu coming out, he waved to him and said with a smile, "Brother Yan, how about having omelette rice tonight?"
"Okay." Yan Mu said, "It's up to you to decide."
"That won't work." Jiang Zhihuo said, "It's up to you. You come and cook."
Yan Mu: “?”
Jiang Zhihuo: "How about I do it?"
Yan Mu pursed her lips: "I'll do it."
Jiang Zhihuo chuckled. No one dared to let him touch the kitchen. He sent all the tutorials he had collected to Yan Mu, and bought all the necessary materials on PuPu.
It doesn't rain often in Lincheng in winter, but once it starts it doesn't stop. It's already cold, and the air is damp and sticky after the rain, freezing cold to the bone, and no matter how thick your clothes are, they can't keep out the cold.
The ingredients were delivered half an hour later. Jiang Zhihuo poured the young man a cup of warm water. The young man drank it quickly and continued to deliver to the next house. Jiang Zhihuo brought the things in, and they prepared the ingredients together in the kitchen.
The phone thrown on the dining table kept vibrating, and messages kept popping up in the class group.
Everyone gets lazy. On the first day of the holiday, the top students didn’t want to think about anything and took a bunch of test papers home. Now they are all thrown into their bags and no one has taken them out. Now they are all chatting in the group.
-Ah, the winter break for senior year is only two weeks! Two weeks!
-I looked at the calendar and it only showed the third day of the Chinese New Year!! I have to go to school on the fourth day! What did I do on the fourth day of the Chinese New Year in the past few years
-Stop talking, stop talking. Can we finish the test in just ten days
-Stop, there are not more than ten days, you have to go back to school one day to get your transcript!
-I don’t want to hear about the test paper, so I suggest you block it.
-Anyone want to join me in picking up Picku? The brothers are so handsome, I found several treasures, please give me a thumbs up! [Link]
Jiang Zhihuo happened to see it, clicked on the link, liked Yun Xiaoxu and a few other familiar faces, and replied: I clicked.
-What is Jiang Zhihuo doing now
Jiang Zhihuo took a photo of himself preparing the ingredients and sent it to the group.
Jiang Zhihuo: Prepare to cook dinner.
Tang Anmiao, who had been lurking the whole time, immediately popped up several exclamation marks when he saw the picture.
Tang Anmiao: !!!!!!
Tang Anmiao: Brother Huo, is that piece of clothing the Yan Shen
Tang Anmiao: This is... home! Are you at Yan Shen's house? !
Jiang Zhihuo: Hee.
It was as if he had said nothing. Jiang Zhihuo threw his phone aside and washed his hands after replying.
The ingredients for omelet rice are not difficult to prepare. Just dice the vegetables and beat the eggs. Then you have to wait for the rice to be cooked.
Jiang Zhihuo lowered his head and paid attention to the chopping board. While cutting vegetables, he talked about the picture that was just posted in the group: "I took a picture and posted it in the class group just now. No one was in the picture, but Tang Anmiao asked me who that piece of clothing was, and whether it was you. Damn, girls have very sharp eyes. I zoomed in several times before I saw the black spot in the corner of the photo."
He talked a lot, but Yan Mu behind him didn't make a sound. Jiang Zhihuo stopped and turned around, only to see Yan Mu knocking two eggs into the bowl, stunned and motionless.
"Brother Yan?" Jiang Zhihuo called again, and Yan Mu finally responded.
"Sorry, I was distracted." Yan Mu said.
Jiang Zhihuo smiled lightly, not caring, and asked, "What would you like to drink later? How about milk tea?"
Yan Mu said "hmm" absentmindedly, concentrating on the movements of his hands. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Actually, I... went to visit the graves today."
Jiang Zhihuo was slightly startled, then smiled and hugged Yan Mu with his clean hand: "Yeah, I remember."
He remembers.
He knew that Yan Mu would be a little grumpy and unhappy these days, so he didn't ask anything.
Yan Mu also raised his hand.
He felt Yan Mu's arms seemed to relax slightly, and he hugged him, stroking the back of his head with his palm.
Yan Mu said: "Xiao Zhou, I may have to go back for a few days."
There was a loud crash outside the window.
The sky became increasingly gloomy, the rain was getting heavier, the raindrops were hit on the glass by the wind, accompanied by faint thunder.
Jiang Zhihuo lowered his eyelashes, but a smile still hung on the corner of his mouth: "I'll wait for you to celebrate the New Year together, Brother Yan."
Jiang Zhihuo was still sleeping when Yan Mu left the next day. He got out of bed quietly, put something next to Jiang Zhihuo's pillow, took nothing with him, and closed the door quietly.
The door was locked with a very light and tiny sound.
Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes.
Next to the pillow is the mind map that Yan Mu had organized.
It was not a glorious thing, and Yan Mu didn't know how to tell Jiang Zhihuo.
But he didn't want to hide anything from Jiang Zhihuo.
Jiang Zhihuo opened the curtains. It was still raining outside. The sound of the heavy rain had not stopped since last night.
Jiang Zhihuo flipped through the mind map, which clearly described what happened at Yan Mu's home - it was the same thing as the document that Li Hao had given him yesterday, except that Yan Mu had told him in more detail.
Yan Mu told Jiang Zhihuo everything.
His father, his mother, why he hated Yan Buwei so much that he couldn't even bear to hear the name "Yan Buwei" in the past few days, and what he had been doing and what he was planning to do now.
And why he couldn't touch anyone.
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