After driving Ye Chang away, Yan Yixie felt much better, and the breath that was stuck in his heart was slightly relieved.
No matter what purpose Jiang Ning came to approach him this time, at least in her heart, he is much more important than that senior brother.
But then he realized that he was jealous of such an ordinary passer-by, Yan Yixie's face became worried again.
Jiang Ning sent Ye Chang away, and turned around to see Yan Yixie still standing at the door, staring at him coldly with folded arms, not knowing what he was thinking, his face was clouded, and his expression was unpredictable.
Jiang Ning hurriedly said: "The place I lived before was going to be renovated, and I had to find a new place to live, so I..."
This excuse is not very good.
There is almost no difference between making excuses and not making excuses.
Jiang Ning simply dropped the jar, and said bluntly: "I want to see you, but you don't want to see me, so I have to move next to your house and annoy you every day."
She talked like this a lot, like a wolf coming, Yan Yixie just ignored it, and didn't even lift her eyelids.
Jiang Ning said again: "It's past seven o'clock, have you had dinner yet? If not, can I treat you to dinner? I know there's a new restaurant nearby..."
"Jiang Ning." Yan Yixie glanced at her with dark eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said sarcastically: "Do you think that if you send a bunch of text messages, please have a meal, and show your kindness, I will be like the old man again?" To be so devoted to you, to be held in the palm of your hand?"
After the reunion, Yan Yixie kept talking with guns and sticks, and Jiang Ning was used to it. It's better for him to talk to her than to pretend he doesn't know her and shut her out.
"A bunch of text messages?" Jiang Ning keenly grasped the key words.
Yan Yixie: "..."
Jiang Ning blinked and leaned over, his body temperature was about to take over Yan Yixie's body: "You've seen it all? Why didn't you reply to me? Then would you like to have dinner together? When are you free? You—"
Jiang Ning asked repeatedly, but she was answered with a "bang", Yan Yixie turned and went in, and the door closed in front of her.
Jiang Ning touched his nose, couldn't help touching the tip of his nose, and went back to pack his things.
Although Yan Yixie still treated her indifferently, he didn't seem to have the intention of moving away just because she moved here. Jiang Ning was slightly relieved.
In this way, Jiang Ning begged for nothing and lived next to Yan Yixie's house.
Although they live on the first floor and seem to be close at hand, it is actually very difficult for the two to meet.
Jiang Ning has more morning classes, and usually has to leave early in the morning. After she leaves, Yan Yixie will drive out of the community. Jiang Ning came back earlier at night, but often she couldn't bear it and fell asleep on the sofa, and there was no sound of opening the door from the opposite side.
However, although it is rare to meet people, at least he knows that he is on the opposite side and has not disappeared, which somewhat gives Jiang Ning a reassurance.
…
A few days later, Yan Yixie found that the opposite house was quiet. Although she didn't see much of Jiang Ning's people during this time, she would try to create a sense of presence in front of him every day. But today, she didn't move at all.
... This is the way to go
Yan Yixie tried his best not to pay attention to Jiang Ning's whereabouts. If he didn't want to repeat the same mistakes, he had better stay away from her. But for two days in a row, Jiang Ning didn't come to knock on the door like he did a few days ago, and he started to feel very bad again...
Yan Yixie rubbed his eyebrows, picked up his coat, and planned to go out.
As soon as the door on his side opened, the door on the other side was just pushed open, and a figure in a jersey came out with a garbage bag.
Jiang Fan's eyes fell on Yan Yixie, and he paused suddenly: "Brother-in-law?"
Yan Yixie: "..."
Did not expect to meet here.
After three years, seeing his old friend again, Jiang Fan felt as if he had been in a trance for so many years.
Three minutes later, the two sat down at Yan Yixie's house.
The matter between Yan Yixie and Jiang Ning has nothing to do with others, and he has no hatred for Jiang Fan. He casually poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of Jiang Fan: "When did you come here?"
Jiang Fan just stared at Yan Yixie.
When Brother Yan was still in a wheelchair three years ago, his flawless facial features could not be ignored.
I haven't seen him for three years, but his legs have healed. Now his tall figure is a bit taller than his own, and his noble aura is even more fierce, which makes people feel inexplicably stressed.
Hearing Yan Yixie asking him, he suddenly came back to his senses: "I came here this morning. My sister has gone back to her hometown. Let me clean up for her. Brother Yan, what's wrong with your legs..."
Yan Yixie didn't intend to talk more about this matter, he just said indifferently: "It's a long story."
Jiang Fan didn't dare to ask more questions.
He didn't know why Jiang Ning and Yan Yixie separated back then, but knowing that his sister had brought up the breakup and that Yan Yixie was the one who was dumped, Jiang Fan felt guilty for no reason.
He just said that Jiang Ning was hot for three minutes... He was going to chase him very well, but after he chased him, he suddenly dumped him before the college entrance examination. Who can't bear a grudge for a lifetime after this change
Holding the tea, Jiang Fan carefully glanced at Yan Yixie's expression, and said, "Jiang Ning said last week that she was going to move, so I thought she was looking for someone else, so proactive, but it turned out that it was you, Brother Yan, who came back to China …”
"Again?" Yan Yixie asked calmly, his face hard to hide becoming a bit ugly.
Jiang Fan: "..."
Originally, he planned to flatter, but accidentally slapped the horse's leg.
"No, I mean, she has liked you for so many years, no one else."
Yan Yixie flicked the rim of the cup and sneered: "Isn't Xu Mingyi a human being?"
The atmosphere became tense again.
Jiang Fan coughed and quickly changed the subject: "Although I don't know what happened to you at that time, my sister was also very uncomfortable during the period before the college entrance examination."
Rationally, Jiang Fan stood up and thanked him, but emotionally, Jiang Fan was Jiang Ning's younger brother, so he must be crazy to say good things for Jiang Ning.
He said: "At that time, she had been suffering from repeated fevers for more than a month. After the college entrance examination, she gradually recovered her body, but her mental state has not been very good."
Yan Yixie frowned slowly: "Jiang Ning never said anything about it."
He asked someone to investigate Jiang Ning's experience in the past three years, and in the report he submitted, he did not mention that Jiang Ning had a serious illness.
"Brother Yan, I didn't lie to you. You know that I would blush when I lied." Jiang Fan said truthfully: "Of course my sister won't tell. Indeed, I almost thought that my sister was going to fail the college entrance examination, but luckily... "
"I don't mean anything else when I say these words. I just want to say... I think my sister is serious about you."
"Seriously?" Yan Yixie sneered, noncommittal.
Jiang Fan scratched his head, not daring to say anything more.
Yan Yixie lowered his eyes, staring at the tea leaves suspended in the teacup without blinking, the emotions in his dark eyes were complicated and difficult to discern.
If what Jiang Fan said was true, then he couldn't understand what Jiang Ning was thinking. If she was really heartless and turned a blind eye to his pain at that time, how could she be like this after playing with him
If it was pretended, but at that time he had already left the country, why did she need to pretend
Or is it just because of guilt that the low fever keeps coming
After sending Jiang Fan away, Yan Yixie got up, with a gloomy expression, and made a phone call.
"Book me a plane ticket for tomorrow morning."
With the curtains half drawn, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at the completely dark sky and the lit Wanjia lights, his eyes were dark and complicated.
He lit a cigarette, took a puff, but didn't continue to smoke, and his slender fingers flickered.
After a while, he stubbed out his cigarette, picked up his coat and went out, and redialed the phone number just now: "Change to tonight's flight."
He has to figure out one thing.
Not tomorrow, but now.
For three years, he couldn't wait for a moment.