Chen Yang came back to his senses and his face turned green. Why did I tell Zheng Zhitan about the time when Chao Jian and I did things
Zheng Zhitan saw through his thoughts and said, "Forget it. I shouldn't have asked."
Chen Yang sensed something from Zheng Zhitan's words and demeanor, and his expression turned teasing: "Boss Zheng, you have to accept your age."
Zheng Zhitan smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deepened: "You won't be much better than me in ten years."
Chen Yang's rebuttal froze on his lips. Ten years later... I dare not think about it.
"Bang"
The sound of the door opening came suddenly. Chen Yang looked up and met Jian Wu's gloomy eyes. He stood up from the ground in a flash.
"Please sit down for a while." Chen Yang said hurriedly to Zheng Zhitan and strode into the room.
There was no light in the room. As soon as Chen Yang entered, he was grabbed by a force and thrown against the wall. His back did not hit the wall, but was supported by a hand.
Before he could speak, an anxious and possessive kiss fell upon him, from his brow down to his collar, leaving a burning sensation wherever it passed.
When Chao Jian stopped, Chen Yang felt dizzy and numb.
Chen Yang felt a pain in his collarbone and woke up a little. He hugged the head that was shaking in front of him and heard a hoarse and restrained voice: "Why haven't you finished talking yet?"
Chen Yang grabbed Chao Jian's hair and rubbed it. He had been chatting with Zheng Zhiqin for less than three minutes.
"It's almost there." Chen Yang said, panting.
Chao Jian pressed against him: "Then go ahead."
Chen Yang's waist softened, he calmed himself down and said, "Go take a shower first. When you come out, I will have finished talking to Zheng Zhitan."
Chao Jian was silent.
Chen Yang was about to change his method to comfort him when he heard him say, "It's less than three hours until dawn. You need to rest. I won't do it anymore."
Chao Jian pulled his hand away from the back of Chen Yang's head, turned around, went to the bed to get his pajamas, went into the bathroom, and glanced at him before closing the door.
"Although I'm not going to do it anymore, you have to touch me. Just wait until I'm done washing."
Chen Yang thought to himself as his heart pounded, Chao Jian, like Zheng Zhiqin, also had a strong night vision.
Zheng Zhiqin couldn't help but sigh when he saw Chen Yang coming out with a very happy face.
Chen Yang ignored Zheng Zhitan's penetrating gaze and handed him a can of beer: "Let's talk."
"You speak first." Zheng Zhiqin took the beer and looked at his neck ambiguously.
Chen Yang was too lazy to argue with Zheng Zhiqin, so he pulled up the collar of his sweater and briefly revealed something about the reset.
The living room is very quiet.
The subtle atmosphere lasted for a few minutes, and was broken by a "pop" sound. Zheng Zhiqin opened the beer, raised his head and took a few sips, his expression unchanged.
Chen Yang was eating an orange. If he didn't know that this was an audit task and that all those who came in had low enough thresholds to pass the test, he would have really thought that Zheng Zhiqin was very calm.
There are two types of people in the current team. One type will react strongly once provoked and cannot hide anything or endure it. The other type forces themselves to remain calm. To put it bluntly, this has something to do with personality.
Chen Yang belongs to the latter, and so does Zheng Zhiqin, who is even better at pretending than Chen Yang.
Zheng Zhiqin must have been in a state of confusion, but that kind of confusion was within his expectations; he had anticipated how things would turn out.
"The brief has been approved, right?" Zheng Zhitan said.
Chen Yang agreed.
"He's also my old teammate." Zheng Zhiqin scratched his eyebrows and laughed, "No wonder I think the way he beat people looks familiar."
"Any more beer?" Zheng Zhiqin reached for his glasses on the coffee table with one hand and put them back on his nose, with the lenses blocking his eyes.
Chen Yang stood up and took a can.
"Respect to my old teammate." Zheng Zhiqin clinked his beer with his.
Chen Yang took a sip of beer and it tasted a bit bitter.
"The scar on your left ear..." Zheng Zhiqin leaned against the back of the sofa, his drawn-out tone full of the charm of a mature old man.
Chen Yang urged him to hurry up.
"Why are you in such a hurry?" Zheng Zhitan said lazily. "In my dream, I asked you about the origin of your scar, and you said you got it when you were saving someone."
Chen Yang’s first reaction was that the person he saved was Chao Jian.
"Who are the people involved in the mission in that dream?" Chen Yang couldn't help but lean forward a little, getting closer to Zheng Zhiqin.
"There are a lot of people here, but yours is not among them." Zheng Zhiqin had a sharp eye and saw through his thoughts directly.
Chen Yang could not hide the surprise on his face. It seemed that he didn't know Chao Jian at that time.
Then the scar on his left ear has nothing to do with Chao Jian
"Did I tell you when I injured myself while saving someone?" Chen Yang asked.
Zheng Zhitan: “When I was a child.”
Chen Yang frowned. When he was a child? He touched his left ear, and his fingertips rubbed the uneven scar. Now he was sure that this scar was not caused by Chao Jian.
After all, they are six years apart in age, and when he was a child, Chao Jian was not yet born.
Chen Yang touched the scar and thought, when the task is completed, he will be able to remember everything. He has been craving for this sweet treat for a long time.
Chen Yang was immersed in his own world. He didn't even know when Zheng Zhiqin left. When he came back to his senses, Chao Jian was squatting in front of him, with his dazed face reflected in his pupils.
"Why don't you blow-dry your hair?" Chen Yang picked up Chao Jian's dripping hair.
Chao Jian lowered his wet head and handed the towel in his hand to Chen Yang.
"When we first met, I asked you to team up with me." Chen Yang picked up the towel and covered his head with it.
"No." Chao Jian said, "This is our second collaboration."
Chen Yang was a little surprised.
"I completed several missions during that time." Chao Jian's eyelashes fluttered slightly, "But you, who have been gone for a long time, still say that I am still an insignificant newcomer."
Chen Yang wiped his hair: "Then I am quite crazy."
Chao Jian did not comment.
“By the way, are our ages real?” Chen Yang said.
"I was nineteen and you were twenty-six." Chao Jian's fingers stroked his waist.
Chen Yang: “…” Seven years apart?! He looked at Chao Jian with resentment, thinking of Zheng Zhitan’s vicissitudes.
When he is old, Chao Jian is still young.
Chao Jian put his five fingers on Chen Yang's waist and asked, "Brother, what are you thinking about?"
Chen Yang said: "I was wondering, after we get out, will our age return to its original state?"
"Is it important?" Chao Jian looked at him.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian and smiled, "It's not important." He rubbed Chao Jian's hair until it was dry and threw away the towel, "Go back to the room, wait for me to wash, I'll be done soon..."
Before he could finish his words, Chen Yang's hand was grabbed by Chao Jian.
"You wash later, touch me first." Chao Jian said to him uncomfortably, "Brother, touch me."
Chen Yang's mind buzzed. His younger brother was so good at acting like a spoiled child. He would even kiss her, not to mention touching her...
He caught a glimpse of his brother from the corner of his eye, his eyes widened, and he swallowed with his Adam's apple trembling.
No, not really!
The next morning, the team met again to the west of the memorial hall. Everyone had dark circles under their eyes and looked listless.
A Yuan confessed that he had found information during the search of Cheng Jin's house.
The group of people who went to Ye Yu's house did not find any clues in Ye Yu's room. They only saw Ye Yu's sister and brother-in-law sleeping in separate rooms. The couple were like roommates sharing a house and had no feelings for each other.
"The information from Cheng Jin alone is not enough. We need to at least find similar evidence from Guan Xiaoyun or Ye Yu, so that we can conclude that they were paid to do the job." Chen Yang said.
In the pale golden morning light, the teammates staggered here and there.
Chen Yang asked A Yuan to whistle. He looked at the people who were all annoyed and asked, "How is the management office doing?"
The people who were in charge of that place last night all shook their heads and said they did not go in.
"The medicine key there is kept by Liu Zhi. He is the one who opens and closes the door every day." said an old worker holding a thermos cup.
Chen Yang took a breath of the cool air. Liu Zhi couldn't be an insignificant person.
After a while, the team dispersed, and Chen Yang and Chao Jian went to Liu Zhi's residence. The door of his house was closed.
"Looking for Captain Liu, he's gone to work." The door next door was open, and an old lady came out pulling a tricycle. Sitting in the tricycle was her granddaughter, with her hair full of colorful clips.
Chen Yang was surprised: "So early?"
"Be diligent." The aunt pressed the button on the tricycle, and super loud electronic music started playing.
Chen Yang wanted to take the milk slices, but considering that it was unsafe for the child to eat them, he gave him a piece of bread: "Captain Liu, you have to go alone."
"Yeah." The aunt chatted with him enthusiastically, "She said she's used to it."
"At such an old age, it would be great if there was someone at home to help with the cleaning. We don't have to worry about it." The old lady pushed the tricycle with her legs and let her granddaughter play on it. "Several girls like him. He often hangs around in the alley."
Chen Yang said, "Captain Liu is a pretty good guy."
"More than good, he is tall, energetic, and has a sense of responsibility. It is hard to find him even with a lantern. Some tourists even chased him to the door." The aunt suddenly asked, "Are you here to participate in the tourism festival?"
"No, I live here." Chen Yang gave the approximate address.
The aunt said, "Ah," and said, "Then you must not go out very often."
Chen Yang nodded.
"I told you, no wonder you look unfamiliar." As the aunt was speaking, the electronic music from the tricycle stopped and her granddaughter started crying.
The old lady pressed the button of the tricycle again and left with her granddaughter. Before leaving, she did not forget to take another look at Chao Jian beside Chen Yang, with a curious expression as if she wanted to know whether the face under the mask was handsome or not.
Chen Yang thought about what the aunt said. When he turned his head to look at Chao Jian, his eyes swept across the small window on the wall and his eyes were slightly deep.
The houses in the bungalow area are separated by alleys in front and back, just like Liu Zhi's house, where the front door faces the wall of the neighbor in front.
"Let's go take a look at this one." Chen Yang pointed to the wall in front of him.
Chao Jian's voice came out from the mask: "Okay."
Chen Yang said as he walked: "You can't participate in the review task, you can only accompany me. If I go in the wrong direction, will you be very anxious?"
"I'm used to it." Chao Jian uttered these three words.
Chen Yang: “…”
There was an old man living in the house in front of Liu Zhi's house. When Chen Yang and Chao Jian went there, he was basking in the sun in front of the door.
The old man looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He was not as enthusiastic as the auntie. He might not be able to answer even one out of ten questions, and was very difficult to talk to.
Chen Yang didn’t have that much patience for this mission, so he had to leave.
Chao Jian was walking a little slowly, so Chen Yang turned back to pull him and accidentally caught a glimpse of a small piece of something in the broom in the corner of the old man's living room.
Chen Yang stared at it for a while without making any expression, and when he found it was paper money, he stopped and said, "Uncle, my brother has a stomachache, can you give us some hot water to drink?"
Chao Jian let out a painful groan in time.
Chen Yang touched his forehead worriedly: "You have a fever."
"I told you to eat less cold food, but you didn't listen. I'm your brother, how could I lie to you? Now, you tell me whether you deserve it or not..." Chen Yang kept complaining and looked at the old man with a pleading look, "Uncle, look..."
The bamboo chair made an old wheezing sound, and the old man finally got up and walked into the house with his hands behind his back.
Seeing this, Chen Yang quickly pulled Chao Jian in.
Chao Jian stopped and extended a hand to Chen Yang.
Chen Yang leaned forward, gave her a kiss, and touched her twice: "Okay, let's check for clues first."
"Brother, what are you doing? I asked you to help me." Chao Jian glared at him.
Chen Yang blushed and scolded him, his eyes wide open: "Then why don't you just say it straight?"
Chao Jian: "..." He twitched his cheeks and lowered his eyes: "I was wrong."
"I forgive you." Chen Yang helped him into the house.
The old man poured a bowl of water for Chen Yang.
Chen Yang asked Chao Jian to cover for him, and he took the opportunity to remove the broom in the corner of the main room and saw an old porcelain basin on the ground. There were some ashes in it, mixed with some small pieces of paper money.
There was still some residual warmth at the bottom of the ashes, which meant it was either burned early in the morning or near dawn.
Qingming Festival hasn't arrived yet, why are we burning paper? Is it the day to commemorate our relatives
After Chen Yang inquired from the people around him, his speculation was no longer valid. The old man had never married or had children in his life. He had always lived alone.
So who is he burning paper for