It was not yet six o'clock when Xiangdong came with breakfast. As soon as he entered the room, he found that the atmosphere in the room was a bit subtle.
And something is wrong with Chen Yang.
Xiangdong put the soy milk and fried dough sticks on the dining table: "Where is that?"
"Still sleeping." Chen Yang didn't look at Dong when he spoke. He looked at his hands, but his pupils were unfocused. It was obvious that he was in a daze.
The dripping underwear on the balcony was bathed in the morning light, chattering silently.
Chen Yang's eyes focused. He glanced at the underwear, then turned his head away as if stung, and covered his forehead with his hands.
During this time in the morning, men will stand up unconsciously. This is a very common and normal phenomenon and a sign of health. It’s nothing, really nothing.
But…
Chen Yang collapsed on the sofa, and the scenes of him being treated like a doll replayed in his mind.
At that time, he was about to break free from Chao Jian's restraints when he suddenly found that the other party stood up.
Just like a little child who wants a reward from his parents, his head is slightly bent and his body is straight.
No, not a child, not at all.
I don't know what it eats to grow up, but it's very solid.
Chen Yang did not admit that he was shocked, nor did he admit that his shock was mixed with a bit of envy. As a man who was six years older than him, he knew very well that morning excitement was a behavior that was not controlled by the brain and did not contain any color.
So he didn't think much about it... No wonder.
After living together for such a long time, this was the first time that Chen Yang saw Chao Jian's younger brother so lively. The visual impact can be imagined.
This is not the point, the point is later...
Chen Yang had a headache, but the important thing was that he also got up.
At that moment, Chen Yang was inexplicably nervous and flustered. He covered himself with the air-conditioning quilt, thinking he might as well take the opportunity to do something. However, the terrifying thing was that when he was in a hurry to get out of bed, he accidentally stepped on Chao Jian and fell down.
Chen Yang's reaction was quick. He supported himself in time and did not fall directly on Chao Jian. However, Chao Jian suddenly changed from lying on his side to lying flat on his back. He was frightened and shook violently, and passed out in his underwear.
Thinking back on it now, I still feel extremely sad.
Chen Yang took his feet out of his slippers and curled up on the sofa. He must have been holding it in for too long, coupled with the live broadcast in the bathroom yesterday, these two factors combined to make him do that.
Didn't it get on Chao Jian's pajamas? Chen Yang stared at the back of the sofa. His underwear was made of cotton and absorbent, so it should have been caught.
But he became uncertain again. He had a lot of...
Chen Yang's vision went dark.
Looking east, he saw Chen Yang curled up like a quail, giving off a listless aura as if he had lost all hope in life. His eyelids twitched violently. Was he fucked
Oh shit, no way
Xiangdong strode forward and grabbed Chen Yang's waist. Instead of trembling with pain, the other party even had the strength to kick him.
"You scared me to death." Xiangdong took Chen Yang's kick and smiled like a gentleman with his lips curled.
After Chen Yang kicked Xiangdong, he put away his messy thoughts and said, "How did you get here in such heavy rain?"
Xiangdong sat down and said, "Drive."
Chen Yang looked at the water stains on the balcony glass window: "The one at the rest stop last time?"
"Another one." Xiangdong pulled the fruit plate on the coffee table. He couldn't buy one worth millions, but one worth hundreds of thousands was no problem.
Xiangdong saw Chen Yang's surprised expression. He crossed his legs and said, "What are you looking at? Don't I deserve to have two cars?"
Chen Yang looked him up and down, his eyes fell on the scratch on the side of his neck: "Are you being kept by someone?"
Xiangdong took an exaggerated breath, and he moved closer to Chen Yang, breathing ambiguously: "You are so concerned about my private life that you even know that I am being kept by someone. Do you have a crush on me?"
“…” Chen Yang got up and went to the kitchen.
"Xiao Yangzi, just cook three or five dishes. Brother Dong is not picky, so don't be polite." Xiangdong shouted at Chen Yang's back. He shook his legs and supported the back of the sofa with his elbows. He sat comfortably and showy.
Xiangdong ran into his old lover last night and found that her waist had become thinner and her eyes were more watery. He wanted to have some sex to relax and reminisce about the past, but as soon as they entered the hotel room, she started crying and scratching him.
Xiangdong had just finished a mission and had no patience to coax anyone. He was so annoyed that he pulled up his pants and was ready to leave. When the other party saw his request, he immediately howled as if his parents had died and scolded him like shit.
"Damn it." Xiangdong scratched the scratch on his neck with his fingers. His ex-girlfriend was his only serious ex. They started dating when he was ten years old. He remembered that he controlled his lower body and did not mess around during the period of their relationship. He did not expect that he would be evaluated as "talking nonsense", "heartless and ungrateful" and "heartless".
Xiangdong became angrier and angrier the more he thought about it. He was a fool, but that was only when there was no one around him. If there were people around him, he would be able to behave himself.
The bastard face of his ex-lover flashed through Xiangdong's mind. He cursed, stood up and walked to the kitchen: "Chen Yang, what kind of breakup do you think would make your ex say to you again, 'Long time no see, how are you doing?' instead of 'Why aren't you dead yet?'"
Chen Yang was blanching tomatoes. He felt that this question couldn't be simpler: "Since he is your ex, why bother about what he thinks? What's important is your current partner."
Xiangdong stopped taking out a cigarette, walked to the side of the sink, lowered his head to Chen Yang's eyelids, and looked at his face carefully: "You really haven't been in a relationship?"
Chen Yang didn't even think about it: "No."
Xiangdong lay on the table, twisting his neck to look at her: "Why do I feel like you've had an unforgettable love?"
"Am I mentally retarded? How can I not remember what we had talked about?" Chen Yang poured out the water in the bowl, took out the hot tomatoes and put them on the chopping board.
"Okay, go away, don't stay here..." Chen Yang stopped walking eastward and looked towards the living room.
Xiangdong also looked back. The boy was not using crutches. He was standing by the dining table, wearing a set of white pajamas, with messy chestnut hair, and a perverse aura surrounding him.
"Goodbye." Xiangdong waved the hand holding the cigarette.
Chao Jian stared at Chen Yang. He seemed not to have slept well and his eyes were a little bloodshot.
"Go brush your teeth and wash your face." Chen Yang peeled a tomato. "I've put the new toothbrush on the table for you."
Chao Jian then turned and left.
I went east to the bathroom and saw that all the daily necessities inside were for two people.
The cozy atmosphere of Chen Yang and Chao Jian living together made his veins jump.
Xiangdong saw Chao Jian open the toothbrush packaging, take out the blue one to use, and put the remaining bright yellow one into the drawer. He had to admit that the method he used in the rehabilitation center to get Chen Yang was wrong, very wrong.
To deal with someone like Chen Yang, you can't just use a violent storm like that, you can only water him slowly with the gentle spring breeze and drizzle.
This is a very clever move.
This kid Chao Jian is infiltrating into Chen Yang's life in every possible way.
By the time Chen Yang came to his senses, it was already impossible to get the other person away.
Xiangdong was one step behind in his chess game, and he was extremely unhappy. He snorted in a sarcastic tone and suddenly twitched his nose: "You just came out after playing in the room?"
Chao Jian squeezed the toothpaste without any expression on his face.
"You didn't fucking do that by lying on the place where Chen Yang slept?" Xiang Dong kicked Chao Jian's left leg. He did hit it with quite a bit of force, but the opponent didn't lose his balance and fall to the ground, but stood steadily.
Xiangdong narrowed his eyes. When he kicked him just now, he clearly felt the condition of the muscles in Chao Jian's left leg. It didn't look like he had been injured recently.
Was the reason why I couldn't walk before psychological
Depend on.
Xiangdong thought Chao Jian would kick him back, but the other party was brushing his teeth leisurely. His eyebrows throbbed, knowing that this green tea girl would definitely not give up.
After a while, Chao Jian spat the toothpaste foam into the sink. He put the toothbrush aside and went to the kitchen without rinsing his mouth or washing his face.
The pajamas were white, and the shoe prints on the left leg were very obvious.
Chen Yang saw it at a glance. He frowned, turned off the fire, and went out to get angry with Xiangdong.
Xiangdong was scolded bitterly. Why did I get up so early and drive all the way here? I was asking for trouble.
"Woof!"
Xiangdong's trouser leg was bitten out and he was so angry that he almost died. Even the dogs bullied him.
"White-haired dog, are you kidding me? It's your father who is bullying me, why are you so fierce?" Xiangdong picked up the puppy and flicked his kicking short legs.
Xiangdong held the dog and asked Chen Yang: "I didn't see it so energetic when I came here last time. What's its name?"
Chen Yang flipped the scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the pot and put them on a plate: "03."
"Why did you give it such a name?" Xiangdong said with a teasing expression, "It starts with 0, isn't it the same as your ID number?"
Chen Yang was preparing to cut cucumbers, and almost dropped the kitchen knife when he heard this. He looked at the puppy held in Xiangdong's hand, and a strange thought flashed through his mind.
"His owner gave him the name," Chen Yang said. "I am in temporary custody of the dog. I will take him away when his owner returns."
"I think San'er is living very comfortably with you, right, San'er?" Xiangdong was being affectionate with the puppy, "San'er? San'er!"
Chen Yang: “…”
Since there was one more person at home, Chen Yang added a dish of spicy and sour shredded potatoes.
Xiangdong ate like he was snatching food. Before Chen Yang and Chao Jian finished their first bowl of porridge, he had already finished most of the second bowl.
"It's better to come back." Xiangdong picked up the scrambled eggs with tomatoes, put some into the bowl with chopsticks, and slurped it into his mouth. He said in a vague voice, "In the mission world, even the Manchu and Han banquets are not delicious."
Chen Yang peeled the eggshells: "There is no full banquet for you to eat in the mission world."
"Really." Xiangdong emptied the bottom of his bowl. "I have a mission in a castle halfway up a mountain. The table is so long that twenty-five people can't even sit at it."
He picked up an artemisia cake and started to eat it: "Every day there are delicious dishes, alternating between Western and Chinese cuisines."
When Chen Yang thought of the castle, he came across the vampire. He asked Xiangdong if the mission was related to that.
"Vampire shit." Xiangdong said, "The task is for everyone to play a ghost once... This cake is delicious, where did you buy it?"
"My friend's grandparents gave it to me." Chen Yang handed the peeled eggs to Chao Jian.
This was not the first time Xiangdong saw Chen Yang taking care of Chao Jian like a baby. It hurt his eyes every time he saw it: "He is nineteen, not nine months old. Do you still need to peel eggs?"
"Even Baba can't shut your mouth." Chen Yang peeled another egg and casually asked Xiangdong if he wanted one.
Xiangdong, who just a moment ago was still looking down on Chao Jian as a giant baby, said, "Yes."
Chen Yang threw the eggs into Dong's bowl, and peeled his own last: "I have an appointment with the painter to meet at ten o'clock, are you going?"
"Go ahead." Xiang Dong proudly shook the egg at Chao Jian from an angle where Chen Yang couldn't see. "When I was on a mission, he gave me a diamond as a favor. I came back and touched my pocket and it was gone. Damn it, I have to ask him to give me another one."
Xiangdong was unbelievable that Chen Yang actually contacted the painter.
Chen Yang felt heartbroken when he thought of his handful of diamonds. He was too embarrassed to ask the painter to give him more. He couldn't bring himself to say it out loud. There were so many, not just one or two.
The chair next to him was pulled away, and Chen Yang looked up at Chao Jian: "Are you not going to eat anymore?"
Chao Jian went to the balcony without saying a word.
"Let him be." Xiang Dong walked away angrily from Chao Jian, feeling relaxed all over. "What a bullshit temper he has in the morning. He is spoiled. He can eat or not."
Chen Yang said: "Your tone is very similar to his father's."
"Then you are his mother." Xiang Dong raised his chin with a rogue smile.
"Puff." Chen Yang spat a mouthful of porridge onto the ground. He cleaned the ground with a dark face and went to the balcony to coax classmate Xiao Chao.
As soon as Chen Yang approached Chao Jian, he knew that he was restraining himself.
"How can a meal ruin your mood?" Chen Yang glanced at Chao Jian's hanging hands, which were shaking violently. He raised the clothes drying rack and asked, "Tell me about it?"
Chao Jian brought his shaking hand to his mouth, biting the joint of his index finger between his teeth, and his teeth rubbed the flesh nervously: "It's my own problem."
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian's shoulders and back, which were stretched to the extreme, and seemed to see his gray world, the dark and cold feeling without light materializing and spreading.
"What's the problem? Tell me and I'll help you find a solution." Chen Yang said softly.
"I can't change it. Don't worry about me." Chao Jian squatted down and looked at his flower pot. Nothing could grow in it. His expression was gloomy, but he said, "I want to eat eggs."
Chen Yang: “… I peeled it for you, but you didn’t eat it.”
Chao Jian's voice was low and muffled: "I want to eat now."
"Then you wait here." Chen Yang touched the boy's head, "I'll get it for you."
Xiangdong was full and lying on the table, looking lazily at Chen Yang coming in from the balcony: "Chen Yang, don't you think you..."
Don't assist, and be careful with your choice of words.
Xiang Dong said, "Don't you think you were too impatient when you were with Chao Jian?"
Chen Yang picked up Chao Jian's bowl and chopsticks, put the eggs in his bowl, and gave him some shredded potatoes: "Are there any?"
"Remove the word 'ma'." Xiangdong was very disappointed with his friend.
"That means he is still a child," Chen Yang said this, remembering the scene in the morning. He felt inexplicably uncomfortable. A child not that old looked much stronger than him. It was really true that comparison makes one feel dreadful.
"As long as we have a life and death relationship, small things don't matter." Chen Yang said.
Xiangdong's face was pitch black. Do you not care? You have been invaded by Chao Jian's virus, you fool.
The puppy came over wagging its tail. Xiangdong wanted to break off some mugwort cakes to feed it, but Chen Yang stopped him, saying, "It only eats bread soaked in milk."
Xiangdong: “…”
He rubbed the puppy's fluffy white fur with his foot and said, "Why call him 03? Just call him Milk Bread. He'll make you fat to death."
At around eight o'clock, Chen Yang received a text message from the painter.
The content was not to remind him that he had an appointment today, but to ask if he had any food restrictions and whether Cantonese food was okay.
Chen Yang got a clue from this message that the painter had already arrived there. After he asked the two people at home, they replied to the painter: No, Cantonese food is okay.
The painter did not return.
Chen Yang tried to look at the dinner from the painter's perspective, which should be a painter's attitude of taking it seriously but also of fearing that others would find it annoying, so he carefully controlled his sense of propriety.
"Let's go early." Chen Yang put his phone in his pocket and said to Chao Jian and Xiang Dong who were sitting at the two ends of the sofa.
"Sure, I have no objection. Every time I go out on a mission I just eat, drink and sleep." Xiangdong fed a piece of candy to the beautiful boy in bunny costume in the mobile game and quit the game.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian: "What about you?"
Chao Jian got up and went to the room. Soon he came out carrying Chen Yang's bag and bringing his crutches.
Xiangdong clicked his tongue: "Isn't your leg healed? Why are you still using crutches?"
"It's not completely healed yet. You can walk for a while, but not for too long, and you can't run yet." Chen Yang kicked eastward, "Don't lie there, pack up and leave."
He stretched to the east and went to the entrance to change his shoes lazily.
Chen Yang put on Chao Jian's bag and said to him, "Your clothes and shoes are all sports styles, why don't you try other styles."
"One is enough." Chao Jian adjusted the crutch.
Chen Yang looked at the young man twice, his eyes unconsciously glanced down, and he slapped his head hard.
Chao Jian glanced at him: "Why are you hitting yourself?"
He deserves a beating, Chen Yang said in his heart.
The car driving east was a Land Rover, which was well maintained and had a minty smell.
Chen Yang and Chao Jian sat in the back seat.
"Won't a dog rebel at home?" Xiangdong turned the steering wheel with one hand and touched the cap of the lighter with the other hand to light a cigarette.
"No, it's very well behaved." Chen Yang leaned back in his chair, looking at the blurry scenery through the blurry car window. Probably because he was going to meet the painter, he went over the whole process of the fifth task again.
Ge Fei used Lao Wu's name fish to conduct an experiment, and then used his body to cover himself. Lao Wu died at the hands of Ge Fei. Ge Fei injured Qian Han. In order to protect herself, Zhu Zhu pushed Big Eyed Girl away, resulting in the other party being cooked.
In order to get revenge and survive, Qian Han forced Ge Fei to take Zhuzhu's life.
Chen Yang sorted out the whole thread and let out a long breath. Each mission was a temporary team formation, and there would be undercurrents between teammates. The fifth mission was the one with the most fierce undercurrent.
There are also the Qian brothers. They are both very good at finding loopholes in missions and are very sensitive to that aspect.
Chen Yang didn’t know how far the pair of brothers could go, he only knew that if he could keep going with them, they would meet again, sooner or later.
The further down you go, the higher the repetition rate of your teammates.
Chen Yang was thoughtful. All tasks were not dead ends. The existence of loopholes revealed a message—the rules did not want the taskers to be wiped out.
It hopes someone will find a loophole and get out.
"If you have anything to say, come on." Xiangdong answered the phone in front of him, "What dinner? If I'm not going, just say his dad, I don't have time..."
Chen Yang's thoughts were disrupted by Xiang Dong's arrogant voice. He moved his butt and his arm touched Chao Jian. Just as he was about to ask the other party if he wanted to listen to music, a pair of headphones was handed to him.
"I don't want to listen." Chen Yang said this, but he took the earphones and put them into his ears.
Xiangdong glanced through the rearview mirror. This girl was making love in his car. She wasn't even afraid that he would mistake the accelerator for the brake in anger. If that happened, it wouldn't be a group to eat Cantonese food, but a group to go to the underworld.
Ten or twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside Mingyu Pavilion.
Xiangdong was the first to unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car. He strode towards the painter standing at the door and gave him a hug.
The painter didn't hide away, nor did he use spray to disinfect. His whole heart and soul were focused on these two life-saving straws.
Chen Yang in the car noticed the painter's burning gaze and stopped himself from opening the door. His backpack did not contain the incense that the other party longed for.
That was Chao Jian's thing, and Chen Yang had no say in the matter. If the painter wanted it, he could only negotiate with him.
Chen Yang looked at Chao Jian, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.
Chao Jian rolled up the earphone cord and asked, "How is the food at Mingyu Pavilion?"
"I haven't eaten it." Chen Yang said, "It's very expensive."
Mingyu Pavilion is the most famous restaurant in the entire northern suburbs, a place where people with style and money eat.
"Then eat more at noon." Chao Jian put the headphones into his backpack.
When Chen Yang saw Chao Jian open the car door and go out, he quickly swallowed the words on his lips and followed him out of the car.
The painter was wearing a milky white silk suit, which looked very cool and comfortable. He had his long hair tied on his shoulders. Although he was very thin, his eyes were bright and energetic.
"Did the journey go smoothly?" the painter asked, suppressing his excitement.
"It went quite smoothly. This place is not far from where we live." Chen Yang went in and found out that the painter had booked Mingyu Pavilion. There was a smell of disinfectant in the air.
This was not Xiangdong's first time here, but it was his first time to enjoy the grandeur of booking the entire place: "Painter, why didn't you invite us to your house to broaden our horizons?"
"All my houses are far away from the northern suburbs," the painter said, "I'm afraid you'll find it troublesome."
For this reason, he called the housekeeper after he finished talking to Chen Yang on the phone last night, and asked the housekeeper to find a place not far from Sanlian Bridge where he could sit down and have a meal.
The words "all" and "all" made Xiangdong stagger.
Chen Yang's steps also paused. Although he had known for a long time that the painter was very rich and had many diamonds, he still couldn't remain calm.
Beijiao is the poorest district in Qingcheng. The housing prices there are much more affordable than in other districts, but his savings are still far from enough to buy a kitchen.
As for other areas, I don’t dare to think about it.
"Next time," the painter said, "if you are willing, I will send a car to pick you up and visit my home."
He actually hoped that they could come to his house, but he was afraid that they would feel uncomfortable getting along with each other because they had never met in real life and their relationship was not that deep.
Chen Yang looked at Xiangdong silently.
Chen Yang: Are you going? It's not appropriate.
Xiangdong: Of course I will go. We are here to fulfill our mission. We may come back alive this time, but not necessarily next time. From the painter’s perspective, this may be the highlight of our lives.
Chen Yang twitched his lips. He listened to Xiang Dong's response to the painter, and Chao Jian's voice rang in his ears: "Are you poor?"
"Am I not poor?" Chen Yang asked in surprise.
Chao Jian hit him with his cane and told him to walk slower: "There's so much money in the card, and you say you're poor after spending only a little."
Chen Yang and Chao Jian were walking at the end. He whispered, "That card is yours, not mine."
Chao Jian suddenly asked: "What is the password of the card?"
Chen Yang thought for a moment: "012322."
Chao Jian looked at Chen Yang, his expression becoming increasingly cold: "I will supervise you playing the escape room game this afternoon."
The confusion in Chen Yang's eyes disappeared instantly, and he said with a smile: "Why do you bring that up..."
"You're stupid." Chao Jian gritted his teeth.
This encounter is of great significance to Chen Yang. It foreshadows that there will be more encounters in the real world in the future, and more taskers will be involved.
As long as the notebook is not lost.
The painter did not order any food in advance. The main purpose of his coming here was not to eat, but to save lives.
From the moment he sat down, the painter's urgency spread silently, filling the elegant private room.
Chen Yang moved closer to Chao Jian and asked tentatively in a low voice, "I'll order food with Xiangdong, and you can talk to the painter alone?"
Chao Jian looked at him: "Don't order anything I don't like."
"Don't worry, I know what you like to eat." Chen Yang said with a smile.
Chao Jian said "hmm" vaguely, then he stood up with his crutches and walked out of the private room. The painter immediately followed him.
In the private room, old man Xiangdong sat in a chair and said, "That incense must belong to Chao Jian."
Chen Yang nodded. He still didn't understand the identity of the woman in the clinic, where the incense came from, and why she could give Chao Jian a bag.
At first he thought that incense was just for helping with sleep, but he didn't know that it was a good medicine for the mental trauma of the tasker, and even a rich painter couldn't get it.
"The painter must be both happy and sad." Xiang Dong said, "The happy thing is that his life was saved and he can finally live a normal life. The sad thing is that incense is not yours. If he wants it, he has to communicate with the extremely difficult Chao Jian."
Xiangdong saw the painter's pain and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he didn't need that thing, otherwise he would have to bow his head to survive.
Chen Yang flipped through the exquisite menu, looking for dishes that Chao Jian liked.
Xiangdong put his arm on the table, approached Chen Yang and asked, "Guess what the painter used to bribe him?"
"I don't know." Chen Yang was telling the truth. He thought about it again and again but couldn't come up with any result. There was nothing that Chao Jian particularly liked.
It would probably be difficult for the painter to make a deal with Chao Jian.
In the corridor, Chao Jian faced the painter.
After two missions, the painter fully understood how much Chao Jian cared about Chen Yang, and also knew that Chen Yang liked sparkling diamonds. He did not say anything empty and directly took out a red diamond: "This is passed down from my ancestors, and its name is sei unico, which is Spanish..."
Chao Jian interrupted, "Address."
The painter's tense and thin body suddenly relaxed: "Give me some time, I'll come and get it myself."
Chao Jian took the red diamond and rubbed it for a few times: "Two days later at eight o'clock in the evening."
"Okay." The painter really wanted to get the incense right now, but since he had a request to make and it was a matter of life and death, he had no idea.
Besides, the source of the incense is probably not simple, and Chao Jian will need time.
"And this one," the painter took out another blue diamond, "I got this from an old collector in England. It's called Desperate Love. It and the red diamond are both unique. There won't be another one in the world."
Then he handed the diamond to Chao Jian and observed his expression: "I will inform you as soon as I have high-quality diamonds in the future."
Chao Jian put the two diamonds in his pocket and said, "Add me on WeChat and let me know when you run out of incense."