Han Yu

Chapter 84 Seems

Since the incident last time, although the kitchen was not damaged, Han Fang's eyes on Jin Jiyan have changed.

Jin Jiyan knew why.

Han Fang didn't have the heart to rub salt on his wound, because he found that the apron had disappeared in the evening, and Jin Ji asked him what he wanted to eat with a normal face.

Han Fang thought about it.

"If you cook, then give me a can of luncheon meat."

Jin Ji's face twisted for a moment, and he returned to normal and said, "Only canned vegetables."

Han Fang didn't look back, "I'm going to sleep."

Jin Jiyan: "..."

When the typhoon roars, the sound Qiao Yu hates the most. The wind blows up everything. Usually, there are few pedestrians on the road at this time, and there will be a few broken umbrellas in the trash can.

Qiao Yu had no choice but to stop his busy work.

He has to be busy, if he is not fulfilled, once he is empty, he will think of that person, that kind of miss seems to go deep into the bone marrow, every night when he closes his eyes, that face will appear, tossing and turning, restless until dawn.

It was only at this time that Qiao Yu realized that Han Fang had a lot of memories with him, whether they were good or bad, happy or indifferent, there was a layer of past between them, but no matter how many pasts there were, when this person was not around When he was by his side, he didn't even have a photo that he could recall when he missed him.

I can only lie on the bed, open my eyes to the dark night and the ceiling above my head until dawn.

Later, Qiao Yu learned to be smart, and being tirelessly busy could help him relieve this kind of longing. If he was tired and fell asleep, it would be a rare relief.

only……

"You hate me so much, you don't want to see me even in my dreams." Qiao Yu murmured in a daze, and the roar of the typhoon and the leaves blown by were heard in his ears again. rustle.

Qiao Yu stared blankly at the leaves that were blown down by the wind and slowly falling down.

is yellow.

It's already autumn.

It has been a few days since Han Fang left him, Qiao Yu didn't deliberately remember it, but he thought that it was already autumn.

How are you?

Qiao Yu got out of the car, and in front of him was the villa where he and Han Fang lived. He hasn't been there since Han Fang left.

There was the breath of their life there, Qiao Yu was afraid that thinking of things being different, he would be heartbroken, so it's better not to go, wait until he gets used to it and feel sad.

But for some unknown reason, he came back here again by a strange coincidence, as if he had nowhere to stay other than this.

The wind was really strong, and it was mixed with rain. It hurt a little when it hit your body, and it was a little cold when it was blown on your face. If you were caught off guard, you could make people shiver. Qiao Yu just wrapped his clothes tightly around him with a cold face, and walked even faster. sooner.

He didn't open an umbrella, and he felt that it was useless to open an umbrella. When he felt that it was useless, he would not do things that were meaningless in his eyes.

Useless things are always a waste of time.

Qiao Yu's brows were cold and hard, without the softness of hypocrisy in the past. He just opened the door and turned on the light. The rain dripped on the floor along with his movements. The furnishings of the house where the person lived remained unchanged, and Qiao Yu's heart felt a slight throbbing pain. He seemed to smell the traces and breath of this person still living here.

The cold wind outside the window came rushing in and knocked down the flower on the dining table. Only then did Qiao Yu recall from his trance that the window was not closed the day he left, so the blue curtain was blown up by the wind. When Yu approached, he could still feel the cold rain on his face, which woke him up a little, and he closed the window forcefully.

Qiao Yu wiped off the rainwater from his face. The wetness carried a fishy smell, and he walked slowly to the dining table. The flower rolled and fell weakly withered petals. Qiao Yu lightly touched the withered yellow petals, and then Gently and vigorously crushing, as if to crush the fragrance in between fingers, Qiao Yu raised his hand to sniff the faint fragrance, and then straightened the flower again, the lightning outside flickered flickering one time.

Qiao Yu suddenly thought of something, turned and went upstairs, he didn't turn on the light, and groped all the way to the room smoothly in the dark, even in the bedroom, he didn't turn on the light, he didn't want to see the empty room, the decoration was still the same as before, but One person's clothes were missing from the closet.

He opened the drawer, and the sketch was quietly lying in the drawer, but Qiao Yu didn't take it out, because the sky had quickly become dark due to the weather, he could only rely on the slight light to look at the blurred picture. A portrait is a person's profile, his profile.

He didn't dare to take it out, and he didn't even dare to look at it more. The person he wanted to miss was not in this portrait, and he didn't want to see things and think about others to deepen that deep-seated miss, so he didn't take this portrait with him when he left. portrait.

When he saw this portrait, he felt a kind of secret complexity in his heart.

Both joy and deep sorrow.

Han Fang gave him an empty joy, just to never see him again.

That is impossible.

He is also not allowed.

Qiao Yu's fingertips moved, and there was still a pencil lying in the drawer, which was used by Han Fang.

Qiao Yu picked up the pencil, turned the picture over and spread it on the table. His eyesight was a little dim, but it didn't hinder him. He seemed to know what he wanted and what he was drawing, so he wrote it the same way. The strokes of the portrait seemed to outline the face in his heart, so he didn't see him stopping for a moment.

He knows what he wants.

He knew it in his heart.

Waiting to stop writing, Qiao Yu put down the pencil in his hand as if feeling something, stroked the painting, and evoked a long-lost smile these days.

Now, so they're together.

Even if it's an illusion, Qiao Yu can still deceive herself into being happier.

Suddenly there was a noise in the room.

Qiao Yu tensed her body vigilantly. The more she heard the sound, the more she felt that something was wrong... It sounded familiar like the sound of an animal climbing.

He suddenly turned around to find the switch and turned on the light.

The culprit was struggling to climb in the tank. Qiao Yu looked at the two turtles who were so hungry that they didn't care to love each other for a while, and reached out to take the feed next to them to feed them.

Both he and Han Fang seemed to have forgotten the existence of these two turtles.

Still alive.

Qiao Yu thought blankly, let's raise him until Han Fang comes back.

He walked back to the desk again, looked down at the painting, Han Fang's outline was vaguely outlined with a few strokes but clearly visible, Qiao Yu's expression softened unconsciously, and whispered softly: "Wait for you to come back Let's take a picture later, shall we?"

He brushed his fingers over the painted lips, and then imagined those soft lips, his tone was soft and made people tremble unconsciously, "Hey, you have to say no when the time comes."

Because they are going to take wedding photos.

After all, the ring I bought was not dusted.

Qiao Yu rubbed for a while, as if she wanted to imbue the fragrance of crushed petals on it, and then she reluctantly put it back in the drawer. When she turned her head, the sound of climbing was heard again, Qiao Yu He frowned, thinking that maybe the feed wasn't enough, or the tortoise wanted to be free too much.

Walking back again, he suddenly noticed something, which was not easy to detect in the cracks, but beside the feed, it was just too easy to be ignored, and it was ignored by Qiao Yu just now.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it out, it was...

"Han Fang!"

He gritted his teeth and chewed the name over and over again.

He knew beforehand that sex is Han Fang's property, so he didn't think much about moving it, and the profit is probably not bad, but Qiao Yu doesn't care about this, what he cares about is... Han Fang put this store assigned to him.

What does it mean.

Qiao Yu's face was gloomy, and he suddenly broke into a sneer, with tangled complexities, "... If you want to settle with me, there is no way."

At the end, the tone was a bit fragile and tremblingly sharp.

Han Fang wanted to get rid of him.

His heart suddenly seemed to be tightly clenched by something, and he was so anxious that he couldn't wait to find this person. He even thought a little bit blankly, what should he do to keep this person Woolen cloth.

The tortoise made a sound as it climbed again, Qiao Yu looked up a little disappointed and thought, forget it, those who can't keep him will first keep his tortoise temporarily.

Wait for these few days to pass...

Qiao Yu's eyes became cold.

There was a common noise from downstairs.

It's actually the sound of cooking.

Han Fang said in pain: "Hurry up and block it."

[Without this function, you can choose to go downstairs to stop it. 】

"I don't want to see his face."

【...What a simple and rude excuse, you are too lazy to leave. 】

Han Fang looked at the weather outside. The glass is sound-proof, so when the raindrops outside hit the glass, the sound is very slight. He watched quietly for a while and thought, why is the door not sound-proof? , and then went barefoot to close the curtains, he somehow saw that the raindrops outside the window were not pleasant to the eyes.

Then just let him disappear in front of his eyes in an unpleasant way, no matter what the method is, to escape or cover.

The blanket under his feet made his feet itchy and soft, and Han Fang pulled up the curtains when Jin Jiyan's voice came from behind, "Want to sleep?"

A sudden sound from behind frightened Han Fang's hand holding the curtain, and the beautiful pendant under it collided with a crisp sound, which was extremely moving.

Han Fang broke out in a cold sweat, dissatisfied with Jin Jiyan, "Are you only used to sneaking up behind other people's backs?"

Unexpectedly, Jin Jiyan just smiled, he was naturally handsome, and such a soft smile was gentle and charming.

Han Fang stared at him and thought coldly, he was a gentle scum just like Jiang Mo.

Why is it that all he meets are scumbags.

Jin Jiyan took a step forward, and Han Fang noticed that there was no voice, "I've made ribs, do you want to go down and try them?"

Han Fang suddenly felt creepy for no reason, he even had the urge to take a step back, but just looked up at Jin Jiyan calmly, the latter raised his eyebrows slightly and wanted to take a step forward At that moment, I heard Han Slowly say: "It's time..."

Jin Jiyan paused.

"If something goes wrong, the ambulance may not arrive in time."

Jin Jiyan: "..."

He seemed to be complaining about it again invisibly.

In fact, Jin Jiyan was still a little irritable. The communication with Jin Youwei just now was not harmonious at all. He really didn't expect that the other party was really determined to put Jin Jidong in the company, and he was firm. Even he couldn't stop him, so Jin Jiyan wondered what Jin Jidong would do when he was out eating, drinking, and messing around, so he came here to make sure he could help, and then Jin Youwei asked him to teach his younger brother well.

So Jin Jiyan exhaled and hung up the phone.

Anyway, in this weather, it is enough to say that the signal is not good.

So Han Fang actually heard not only the sound of cooking, but also the sound of smashing the pot.

Han Fang didn't know why Jin Jiyan insisted on making him a plate of... pork ribs.

Who is this competing with?

If he dares to do it, he dare not eat it.

However, Han Fang still ate it, and at this juncture when there was no canned luncheon meat, he didn't pick anything.

Jin Jiyan followed him downstairs, Han Fang didn't know why an ominous premonition suddenly flashed in his heart.

...It feels like black and white impermanence is following behind me.

As soon as he went downstairs, he smelled a scent. Han Fang smelled the scent of the long-lost food, and his stomach suddenly felt like a world away.

Jin Jiyan was not the same as before, reading the newspaper with an elegant posture, but sitting at the dining table watching Han Fang eat, his bulging cheeks...

Jin Jiyan's fingers were about to move, and then he thought of another headache, Jin Jidong's troubles with him had not been dismissed yet.

"Is it delicious?"

Jin Jiyan seemed to be careless, but actually asked with anticipation.

Han Fang didn't answer him.

He just doesn't want to praise him.

Jin Jiyan lowered his eyes, "Do you know what a few days will be like?"

Han Fang stopped and looked up at him, "Your funeral?"

"……Valentine's Day."

Jin Jiyan's heart suddenly rose, his fingers tightened secretly, and his tone seemed casual: "Are you interested in celebrating Valentine's Day in England?"

Han Fang didn't answer.

He kept holding that heart, beating faster and faster.

Until the person in front of him suddenly smiled and said absent-mindedly, "Okay."

He smiled casually, "If there is no typhoon that day."

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Yes, I forgot...

【Small spicy strips】

No spicy sticks today, huh.

[The author has something to say]

It seems that there is nothing to say, but in fact there is.

I love my little angel, oh, it’s a bit troublesome to everyone, I’ll cry for a while