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Some things, after thinking about it, are really much more comfortable than before.

For example, now, Yang Zichen was lying on the bed thinking about life, and felt from the bottom of his heart that he had wasted a lot of time by entanglement.

Yi Xian went to take a shower. The rooms in the hostel do not have separate bathrooms. There are only shared bathrooms for men and women at the end of the corridor. Fortunately, only one person can wash at a time, leaving enough privacy and not feeling offended.But the two of them decided to come here for the night temporarily, so they don't want to wear their own clothes, they can only wear the pajamas prepared by the hostel.

For male guests, there are simple blue plaid cardigan pajamas and short-sleeved shorts. The clothes have obviously been dried during the day, and there is still a smell of the sun on them, so there is no psychological barrier to wearing them.Yang Zichen rolled half a circle on the bed, seeing that Yi Xian hadn't come back yet, he decided to go to the vending machine at the front desk to buy drinks.

When he returned to the room with two cans of soda, Yi Xian had already returned.

"Are you back?" Yi Xian stood by the window and was wiping his hair with a towel, when he heard the sound of the door opening, he looked back at him, "I thought you were out."

"Buy something to drink."

Yang Zichen bent down and opened the drawer on the bedside table, took out the hair dryer and handed it to him, then "snapped" the pull tab of the can, and sat down beside him to enjoy the beauty blowing his hair.

Yi Xian hadn't had time to cut his hair last time, and after being wiped with a towel, it didn't drip any more, and it was wet and messy on his head. Paired with a short-sleeved pajamas with a wide open front, it didn't feel tempting to get wet.What is extremely disproportionate to this scene is the casualness with which he dries his hair. He only plugs in the hair dryer and blows it randomly, then shakes his head to shake off the remaining water droplets on the hair tip, which is considered to be the end of the blow-drying.

"... Is this the end?" Yang Zichen looked at his still wet head and asked.

"It will do it by itself."

Yi Xian put the hair dryer back to its original place, then took the remaining can of drink and his mobile phone and climbed onto the bed, and started to check Weibo.

He climbed onto the bed and sat next to him, Yang Zichen couldn't be bothered to drive people back to the stove to start blowing again, so he had to symbolically warn him: "Don't wet the bed for me, or you'll go down to make the floor at night. "

After getting used to Yang Zichen's temper, knowing that he can be aggressive casually, Yi Xian has learned not to take it seriously, and nodded obediently on the surface, then leaned towards him happily in his heart, then unlocked his phone and logged on Weibo.In fact, he seldom used Weibo before. It was only because he met a Chinese friend in school that he opened one at the suggestion of the other party. He has never had many followers, and Weibo itself has been neglected, with only a few posts.Recently, because of his sudden Internet celebrity, he occasionally went up to check it out—Yi Xian clicked on the notification bar and glanced at the new reminder number, almost thinking that his Weibo card had a bug.

There was a bubble saying "2+" floating in the notification bar, and Yi Xian opened it in a daze. With his doubtful Chinese reading ability, he finally found useful information from the overwhelming Ai Tri, and concluded: "Up The magazine I shot last time seems to be on the shelves, go back and buy it tomorrow."

"You've been watching for a long time, and you just saw this?" Yang Zichen took his phone helplessly, "Aren't you going to set up to block comments from strangers?"

"Huh?" Yi Xian looked blank, "Why do you want to block it?"

Yang Zichen: "...All right."

It took another half a minute to block him, and when he switched back to his personal page, Yang Zichen finally took a look at Yi Xian's Weibo name, and asked casually, "0909, what's your birthday?"

Yi Xian continued to nod blankly.

"Isn't it coming soon?" Yang Zichen glanced at the phone calendar, "It's the end of August, do you have to go back to class in September?"

"No, I took a little more credits last semester, and the courses I take for the new semester are concentrated at the end of the year, so there's no need to rush back." Yi Xian calculated the time, "Probably... go back in October? You can stay for a while longer."

Probably because the anticipation in his words was too obvious, Yang Zichen turned his head to look at him, and blurted out without much thought: "Then I'll celebrate your birthday?"

Because there was a wave of tidbits warming up, when F Miscellaneous actually went on the shelves, the popularity was not so explosive, and most of the reposts were netizens who had been amazed by the tidbits before.After all, this issue focuses on the new autumn products of major brands. Almost all of the shoots are professional models. There are no traffic stars to drive the popularity. Not everyone has time to wait for a fashion magazine for a little model that is not well-known in China.

However, the sales are still very gratifying, at least half of the previous sales with the same configuration, which is undoubtedly a good thing for the magazine and Yi Xian himself.

When Lin Qiao called Yang Zichen, Yi Xian was still sound asleep on the bed - he woke up too early to see the sunrise, and he started to sleep back in the cage after breakfast - Yang Zichen wanted to sleep at first, but he couldn't. , I was drinking the black coffee sent by the little sister at the front desk to reduce swelling, but I received this call at nine o'clock in the morning.

"Wake up so early?" Lin Qiao was surprised by the fact that he got up early, "I originally wanted to provide morning call service. It seems that you have a healthy schedule recently."

"It didn't light up once, so I can't sleep." Yang Zichen glanced at Yi Xian who buried his face in the quilt, got up and walked out of the room, and went to the balcony at the end of the corridor to talk on the phone, "Calling so early, what's the good thing?" ?”

In fact, Lin Qiao had nothing important to do. He just called to chat and told him that the magazine was selling well. By the way, he mentioned the photographer who was in charge of taking pictures that day, and said that the other party also praised Yi Xian a lot in private after work.

"Wait, why are you telling me this?" Yang Zichen interrupted him inexplicably.

Lin Qiao was even more baffled than him: "Xing Yue told me that you two are on good terms, didn't you?"

"..."

Yang Zichen angrily clarified for himself: "No!"

"So Yi Xian is chasing you?" Hearing that there was room for turning around in his tone, Lin Qiao naturally began to use his imagination, "Not bad, don't you like this type?"

The ghost knows why Lao Xing is such a badass, let it be a joke on the shooting scene, let it be fine to leak his home address to Yi Xian, and even tell Lin Qiao that there is no shadow at all.Yang Zichen suspected that he had made friends carelessly, and began to think seriously about the possibility of wearing shoes for the advertising director, only to find that he still had to wait for the eighth woman to cut his film for him, and he had no choice but to take him for the time being.

"I have my measure."

He could only prevaricate Lin Qiao like this, and made an appointment to go back out for a drink. Just as he was about to hang up, Lin Qiao keenly caught the loophole in his words: "Are you not in Jiangcheng?"

"It's on the mountain." There's no need to hide it from him, Yang Zichen said bluntly, "It's the reserve that I visited with you before."

"Oh..." Lin Qiao dragged his voice and asked again, "Are you with the kids?"

Yang Zichen subdued his eighth wife and friend duo, made Lin Qiao feel comfortable right and wrong, and then hung up the phone.

Then he angered the kid in a disrespectful manner: It's all Yi Xian's fault for being courteous in front of Lao Xing, if this goes on like this, sooner or later even his brother will know about it.

He thought about pinching Yi Xian's face to vent his anger when he went back, but when he returned to the room, Yi Xian, who was still sleeping just now, had already woken up, and was lying on the bed with his pillow in his arms while talking to someone on the phone in English, with a soft voice There was still a bit of a nasal sound, obviously not waking up.

After listening to a few words, Yang Zichen seemed to be his mother, so he didn't go any closer to listen, and turned to the front desk to ask them to deliver the laundry, planning to go back after Yi Xian finished calling.Fortunately, the weather was good. After the laundry was dried in the middle of the night last night, it was still able to bask in the sun in the morning. When I got it back, it was warm. Yang Zichen closed the door and changed clothes next to the cabinet. As a result, not long after the phone call, the clingy man heard He didn't stop when he entered the door.

"Brother." Yi Xian called him in a daze on the bed.

Yang Zichen answered while buttoning the button: "Huh?"

"I want to eat hot pot." Sticky said.

It's just hot pot, and it's not a big deal, Yang Zichen readily agreed: "Okay, hot pot for lunch."

Satisfied, Yi Xian got up happily, took off his shirt, and came over naked to get a change of clothes.

The curtains in the room had been pulled back by Yang Zichen long ago, and the sunlight was pouring into the room, it was a bit dazzling when he took it off.Yang Zichen took a look and then turned his eyes away, looking for something to say: "Who did you call just now, family?"

"Well, my mother." Yi Xian changed his pants first, and then said while putting on a T-shirt, "Ask me if I will go home for my birthday this year."

Yang Zichen had long been regretting that he was going to celebrate his birthday because he was so hotheaded, so he hurriedly encouraged him: "Then why don't you go home?"

Yi Xian shook his head firmly.

"She has celebrated my birthday for 18 years, but this is the first time you have celebrated my birthday."

Well, more persistent than he imagined.

In Yang Zichen's conception, celebrating birthdays is quite casual. He usually invites a few friends to drink and have fun on his own birthdays. It's not very interesting, and he often wakes up with a hangover and headache the next day.But Yi Xian's birthday can't be done like this. First, he doesn't know what he can do if he and Yi Xian get drunk together. Second, according to the laws of Yi Xian's birthplace, he hasn't reached the point where he can drink legally. As for his age, even if he is in China now, it is not easy for Yang Zichen to make him break this exception.

So the choice suddenly became lackluster. He thought about it for a while, and even used the almighty search engine. In the end, he successfully passed out, and asked the child in a broken jar, "Going to Disney?"

Yi Xian: "...Huh?"

There is no Disney in Jiangcheng, but there is in Fengshi, and the area is not small.Yang Zichen took his niece there before, and the little girl liked it very much. From his point of view, it was okay except the food was not tasty.The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the idea was good, and he asked again: "There is Disney in Fengshi, where can I celebrate your birthday?"

Yi Xian probably really didn't think it was a good idea at first, but when he hesitated, he thought of something, his face turned bright, and finally he agreed.

"Then I'll ask someone to book a ticket."

Yang Zichen felt that he was wise, so he didn't care how strange it was for two big men to go to Disney for their birthday, so he called his assistant and asked him to book a package ticket.

In his opinion, Yi Xian, who is so coquettish and clingy, should learn what it means to be sensible from real children - even his eldest niece is not clingy, so it's time to take the opportunity to get rid of it.