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Yang Zichen flew all the way back to China to see his parents, but when he got home, he was told by his aunt that his parents had gone on a trip and would not come back until half a month later.Only then did he realize that he had been tricked, and wanted to settle the score with his brother, but he had the heart but not the guts, and in the end he returned to Jiangcheng from Fengshi honestly, and continued to plan the advertisement that he hadn't even written yet. .

After Yi Xian, he continued to ask Yang Zichen out. He went several times, but his mentality was different—when he thought of 15-year-old Yi Xian, Yang Zichen felt like seeing his eldest niece, and his thoughts turned into uncle's kindness. .

His brother's daughter is 13 years old, isn't she just like Yi Xian back then.Yang Zichen brainwashed himself.

As for the fact that Yi Xian, who is now 19 years old, with a height of 192, and a standard model figure, is not a child at all, it is completely out of his consideration.

Yi Xian didn't notice this, and even asked Yang Zichen to play basketball once.Little did he know that after Uncle Yang saw him sweating his youth at the side of the basketball court, he felt that the generation gap was very deep, and he was too lazy to sit on the chair and didn't want to move at all.

"I can't run anymore, you can play by yourself." Yang Zichen leaned back in the chair, unscrewed the cap of the sports drink and gulped a few mouthfuls, then let out a long sigh of relief, "I haven't played golf in 800 years No, not as physically strong as you."

It's not that he doesn't know how to play basketball. In fact, Yang Zichen's basketball skills are passable, not too bad, but his height is a disadvantage in front of Yi Xian. One-on-one is basically guarded to death, and he has no chance to make a move.

He couldn't run and run, and his height and strength were not as good as people's. It was meaningless to fight, so he had no desire to win.

"It's only been half an hour." Yi Xian squatted in front of him and looked up at him. He stretched out his arms and took another bottle of drink from the side, but he didn't unscrew it to drink it himself. Instead, he took Yang Zichen's hand and replaced it with a cold drink bottle. The ice pack was stuck on the back of his hand that was a little red when it hit the basketball hoop, "Why don't you go swimming next time, I think you like swimming more."

"Swimming won't make you sweaty, and you won't feel any psychological pressure if you swim casually." Yang Zichen moved his fingers and pulled his hand out, "You think I'm a vase, and it will break if I bump it? My brother hasn't reached his bones yet." The age of laxity."

Yi Xian smiled and rolled his eyes, and then explained: "I'm just afraid that there will be bruises tomorrow, and it won't be there after applying it."

For the rest of the day, he seemed to have suddenly taken a liking to Yang Zichen's casually called "brother".If he was able to maintain a distance and call his name politely before, now he has climbed up the pole that Yang Zichen inadvertently handed out, occasionally calling out "Brother", as if there is some magical power——Yang Zichen thought desperately ——It makes people want to say no.

Yi Xian has a driver's license, but he prefers motorcycles to cars.On the second day after arriving in Jiangcheng, he got a scooter from nowhere, and has been using it for transportation since then. The few times Yang Zichen saw him, he also drove the scooter back and forth.

Yang Zichen doesn't have any special feelings about motorcycles, but it's summer now, he would definitely choose to sit in a car with the air conditioner on instead of riding a motorcycle under the scorching sun - that's what he really thought, but Yi Xian is a bit small holding the helmet Calling him "brother" pitifully, he gave up struggling and got into the car with goosebumps all over his body.

Yi Xian drove him a long way along the river, and when he was about to leave the urban area, he turned on a crumbling old bridge and went to the old city on the other side of the river.It has been renovated in the past two years, and now it has become a well-known tourist attraction. Many young people came to take pictures of the old houses by the river, and many handmade groceries and specialty snacks with Jiangcheng characteristics opened stores here.

Yi Xian parked the car on the side of the road and asked Yang Zichen to wait for him under the shade of a tree. He ran to buy a bunch of food and came back. Then he and Yang Zichen went to the milk tea shop next to him to order something to drink. They naturally occupied the corner without attracting people. Note that a two-seater.

"I've never eaten this, I've only seen it on food shows before." He used a bamboo stick to push the white and tender glutinous rice cakes, rolling them around on the peanut powder in the paper box until it was completely covered. I got up and took a bite, squinting my eyes in satisfaction, "It's delicious."

Yang Zichen sat next to him, watching him try one by one, eating happily, and thought it was a bit cute.

In fact, he has been strict in his family since he was a child, and he has never eaten these, but he is far less interested in driving to the old city to eat like Yi Xian.He had no pursuit of eating, but seeing the other party eating with gusto, Yang Zichen, who had no interest in it, poked a glutinous rice cake and tried to take a bite.

Yi Xian bought two kinds of glutinous rice cakes, one is stuffed, covered with shredded coconut, and filled with slightly sweet red bean filling; It also tastes delicious.Yang Zichen poked a stuffed one casually, took a bite and found it a bit sweet, and frowned - he doesn't like sweet things.

Just about to put it down, Yi Xian suddenly said: "I'll change it with you."

Then he stretched out a bamboo stick, poked away the one with bean paste filling, and pushed the box without filling in front of Yang Zichen: "You eat this, it won't be too sweet if you add a little less flour."

Yang Zichen glanced at him, but didn't move.

"What's wrong?" Yi Xian asked.

"I didn't say anything, you know I don't like sweets?"

"Your expression tells me so." Yi Xian looked innocent, "Isn't that why you look unhappy?"

...He didn't look unhappy.

Yang Zichen swore that he just frowned, as for how Yi Xian could tell that he was unhappy, this was beyond the scope of his detection.

He didn't comment on Yi Xian directly poking away the glutinous rice cake he had bitten. He took a sip of the drink brought by the clerk, but found that the latter didn't walk away after delivering the drink, and stood there hesitantly, as if he had something to say explain.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Unexpectedly, he would turn around suddenly, the clerk was stunned for a moment before realizing it, and nodded cautiously: "Well... I want to say that you are the 88th table guest this week, and the store will send a small gift, I hope you can Take it."

Yang Zichen looked back at Yi Xian, who raised his head and smiled at the clerk, and asked nicely, "What gift is it?"

After a while, the clerk put a stack of vouchers and a piece of cake on their table—it was not easy, because Yi Xian piled up all kinds of food on the table—and then asked for their opinions with a little blush: "Yes Can I take a picture of you? It's okay if it's inconvenient."

"sure."

Yi Xian hugged Yang Zichen who stood up to avoid the camera, and asked her to take a contrasting photo: Yang Zichen obviously didn't want to, but he smiled happily.Although the photo was taken in a hurry, but because the protagonist has a good appearance and a natural expression, this somewhat blurry photo is much better than expected.

"Can you post it on our store's Weibo?" the clerk reconfirmed.

Yang Zichen originally wanted to refuse, but after taking a look at Yi Xian, he agreed.

After all the photos are taken, it’s okay to post it. Anyway, the Weibo of this small shop probably won’t get too many people’s attention. How much impact can a group photo have?The kid is happy, let him go.

Yi Xian was inexplicably looked at by him, and asked in confusion: "Brother, what's wrong?"

"..." Yang Zichen looked away, poked a glutinous rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth, "It's nothing, let's eat yours."

After a few days, Yang Zichen came to a conclusion: Yi Xian didn't seem to be maintaining his figure. He should eat and drink, and he felt that he had gained a lot of weight. This little bastard has not changed at all, he is still a paper figure, Thin is thin, no muscle loss at all.

Uncle Yang, whose metabolism speed can't keep up with young people, is mentally unbalanced.

He rejected Yi Xian's dinner invitation, and went to the gym by himself for an afternoon and an evening. When he was exhausted and returned to his room, he received a call from Lao Xing.

"Is it ready?" He slumped on the chair and asked listlessly, "Okay, then I'll ask someone to draw up the contract."

After Hu Chihai drank for a few days, he almost forgot why he went to play with Yi Xian--things haven't progressed yet, he himself gained five catties first, what kind of operation is this?

But since there was no major problem with Lao Xing, Yang Zichen felt relieved to talk to Yi Xian.

In fact, he is not very interested in shooting commercials, but his brother wants to train him in this direction. This time he is just trying his hand. If the shooting is good, I am afraid that more similar jobs will be dumped on him in the future. .But he didn't dare to refuse in front of his brother, so he took the task recklessly, and was kicked back to the country, only in time to move two rescuers, Lin Qiao and Lao Xing, to help him.

In any case, it is good enough not to be a bare-bones commander.