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Not to mention how upset Yang Zichen was when he suddenly discovered this fact.He would be too lazy to talk to Yi Xian for a while, he said he would invite Xing Yue to dinner but he didn't, and ran away after saying that.

He came here by car at noon, and he didn't even go back to the city, so he took the expressway and went back to Fengshi.The parents who went on a trip still haven’t come back. Only the aunt who has taken care of their brother for more than 20 years is at home. I was a little surprised to see him running home suddenly.

"Didn't you play in Jiangcheng, why are you back at this time?" She was knitting a scarf for her little granddaughter, and when she looked up and saw that it was almost eight o'clock, she hurriedly asked, "Have you eaten, auntie will make you something to eat? "

"No, just cook a bowl of noodles for me." Yang Zichen threw himself on the sofa, lying arrogantly in a big character because no one cares about him——Auntie has a good temper, and has always been responsive to him, as long as his brother is not around since childhood , he is the little overlord in the family - I did not forget to add a sentence at the end, "Remember not to put chopped green onions, thank you auntie."

The aunt responded in the kitchen: "Remember, can you forget what you don't eat?"

Only then did Yang Zichen calm down, took out his phone from his trouser pocket and took a look, the notification bar was already crowded, except for Xing Yue who sent him a WeChat message after finishing work, everything else was from Yi Xian.

He felt troubled when he thought of Yi Xian, so he replied to Lao Xing first, and made an appointment to eat private food tomorrow, then ate the noodles cooked by his aunt, and ran upstairs to take a shower.

It rained on the way back to Fengshi, he parked the car in the yard without an umbrella and ran all the way into the house, somewhat wet.When he came out of the shower, the wind and rain outside intensified, even bigger than when he came back.

"Do you want some fruit, young master?" the auntie asked downstairs.

Yang Zichen lay on the bed and shouted, "No more, eat it yourself!"

After answering this sentence, he turned over and rolled around under the blanket.The temperature of the air conditioner is just right, and the sound insulation of the walls in the house is also very good. He can hardly hear the sound of wind and rain. He originally wanted to sleep with his head covered when he got home, but now the environment is too quiet so that he has no sleepiness at all, so he started to sleep involuntarily. have a bee in one's bonnet.

No wonder he is being sentimental, even he himself can see that the lighting engineer resembles him, and others will only find it more obvious. As for the lighting engineer himself, I am afraid that he will understand what is going on when he sees Yi Xian talking to him today .Yi Xian's little thoughts were almost on the bright side, and he didn't have the thick skin to hang around in front of the lighting engineer, so it would be easier to leave early.

The problem now is that he regrets getting involved with Yi Xian a bit.

To be honest, he didn't take the other party's statement of "I fell in love with you at first sight in Phuket when I was 15 years old" seriously before, but after this series of operations, it is difficult for him to look at Yi Xian with the same attitude as before.

If it was just casual talk to tease him, Yang Zichen would continue to play with Yi Xian for a while with the mentality that it's okay to play, but now it seems that even if it wasn't love at first sight, there must be some other reason.No matter what it is, since he didn't intend to be serious, it would be a bit outrageous for him to continue messing around with Yi Xian.

He was thinking about something messy, when the mobile phone left on the bedside table vibrated, and a new message popped up.

Yi Xian asked him, "Have you gone home?"

Yang Zichen didn't want to talk to him at first, but Lao Xing sent him a WeChat message after a while: "Are you home? Yi Xian asked me where you live, so I told him."

Yang Zichen: "..."

Xing Yue visited his home once a few years ago, and later sent things to his parents for him, so he naturally knew his home address.As for why he easily told Yi Xian, he could also guess the reason - not only Lao Xing, but the entire studio of Lao Xing felt that he and Yi Xian were already dating.

Up to now, he turned his head to look at the heavy wind and rain outside the window, and he could only take a little chance to think that Yi Xian wouldn't be so crazy and ran from Jiangcheng to Fengshi in the heavy rain to find him, right?

He lay on the bed in a daze for a while, but finally couldn't hold back, and sent Yi Xian a message back.

"Where are you?"

After a while, Yi Xian's message came back, and he sent him a location and a pitiful expression.

He is very familiar with the positioning location, even tens of meters away from him, it is the door of his house.Yang Zichen sat up abruptly from the bed, and pulled open the curtains - his room was at the end of the second floor, and he could usually see the gate of the yard from the window, but now it was raining too much, and he could barely see it through the fence of the garden. There was a man standing outside, almost as high as the guardrail.

His house has been around for quite some time. The fence in the yard is an old-fashioned metal fence with flower vines on it, and the top of the head is not covered. It is basically unrealistic to expect it to keep out the rain. Lightning struck.

I don't know if Yi Xian has an umbrella, Yang Zichen was a little worried at first, but after thinking about it, the act of running to Fengshi is already stupid enough, it doesn't make much difference whether he has an umbrella or not in this weather.

"Are you out of your mind?" He couldn't help but turn on the voice and cursed, "It's raining so hard, what are you doing all the way here?"

"You're angry," Yi Xian said in a low voice, with a very obedient tone, "I came here to apologize."

His voice was mixed with the sound of the rain, which sounded a little vague, and also mixed with the whistling wind.Yang Zichen stood by the window and looked out, and found that the rain was getting heavier while talking, and it might not stop for a while.

But he still hardened his heart and continued to ask: "Do you know what I did wrong?"

"..." Yi Xian didn't speak.

He held back, Yang Zichen also waited patiently - anyway, he wasn't the one who got caught in the rain outside the yard, he was such a big man, even a little rain in summer wouldn't hurt him.

He thought that Yi Xian really knew what was wrong with him, but he waited for a long time, only waiting for the other party's pitiful begging for mercy: "Brother, it's raining heavily outside, can I go in and say it?"

Half an hour later, after taking a shower, Yi Xian was wearing Yang Zichen's brother's sportswear, sitting on the sofa with a towel on his head, sniffing and drinking the hot ginger soup made by his aunt.

He also has blond hair and fair skin, and his aunt's eyes are not very good. At first glance, he thinks he is a foreigner, but it does not affect her exuding maternal love and chattering: "This child, it is still raining outside during the typhoon, be careful!" I have a cold."

Yang Zichen was still regretting letting him in for a moment of soft-heartedness, and subconsciously said: "Okay, you don't have to worry, he's pretty serious."

"If you catch a cold, it's going to be a disaster." Auntie didn't know what he was thinking, and told Yi Xian, "I'll put the medicine here, and I'll take another one later."

Yi Xian nodded obediently, and followed Yang Zichen to call her aunt: "Thank you."

According to her age, she can be regarded as Yi Xian's grandma. This aunt's yelling is really a bit too much. Yang Zichen's goosebumps are about to rise when he heard it. He gave him a white look, and pushed his aunt to the room: "We have something to talk about. , you should rest early."

When he came back after coaxing his aunt to sleep, Yi Xian had already wiped his hair half dry, and was sitting obediently on the sofa.Ginger soup was secretly placed on the corner of the table, and there was still half a bowl left to drink.

Yang Zichen raised his eyebrows, and said deliberately: "Finish the ginger soup."

Yi Xian raised his eyes and glanced at him quietly, seeing that he was not very happy with a straight face, so he had to pick up the bowl obediently and drank the remaining half bowl of ginger soup—the ginger soup made by the aunt adhered to the principle of keeping the cold out. I don't know how much ginger was used to make a small bowl. It was so hot that the fake foreign devil grinned, and looked for water everywhere after drinking it.

Seeing him deflated, Yang Zichen felt better, leaned back on another sofa, and asked him, "I haven't finished talking just now, what's wrong?"