stray

After the last sentence was spoken, Yan Ruizhi became frank.

He saw that He Nian's expression changed again and again, but he opened his mouth and still said nothing.

The direction of the incident was beyond their expectations, Yan Ruizhi looked into He Nian's eyes indifferently: "Isn't it?"

He Nian faltered: "I, I..."

"You can refuse." Yan Ruizhi said indifferently.

The two were in a stalemate like this, until Yan Ruizhi drove the car over, and Yan Ruizhi heard He Qingnian say: "...OK."

The more Yan Ruizhi looked at He Nian's obedient appearance, the angrier he became, but he couldn't vent his anger, he just pursed his lips and didn't speak.

He Nian carefully opened the car door for him, and then sat in by himself.

This time the driver was a middle-aged man with a beard and a warm smile.

"It's a bit congested now, it may take half an hour." The bearded driver said.

"Yeah." Yan Ruizhi sat in the back row and didn't want to talk much.

And He Nian looked guilty, eager to apologize to him: "Mr. Yan."

"I said, I won't force you to ask those things anymore." Yan Ruizhi suppressed the unreasonable anger in his heart, "Tell me in the afternoon that you are going to be a tutor in the evening."

He sneered: "You teach students in this kind of place?"

Although the driver brother in the driver's seat didn't know what happened, he just glanced cautiously at the rearview mirror.

So the world of rich people is wonderful, but he is a substitute driver with professional ethics, calmly pretending to know nothing, but his ears are unconsciously pricked up.

Fortunately, the two people in the back row had no time to pay attention to what was going on in the front row. He Nian bowed his head and apologized: "I was wrong."

His voice was light and soft, and he was indescribably good-natured.

Yan Ruizhi thought, just now when He Nian was in the private room, he talked to people in such a nice voice.

He knew that he was only a little closer than a stranger to the present New Year, and he could not interfere with his choice and life at all.

but……

Yan Ruizhi's voice returned to calm: "When did you start doing this?"

The speed of the car slowed down, and there was a long congested road in front of it, the red light flickered endlessly, gradually lengthening the silence in the car.

After Yan Ruizhi asked, he felt that what he just said was ambiguous, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Is this the first time today?"

He knew that He Nian was looking at him.

After a while, he heard He Nian say, "Yes."

A brake interrupted the communication between the two, and the bearded driver in the front explained with embarrassment: "Boss, I'm sorry, the car in front suddenly slowed down just now."

His voice was still trembling, for fear of disturbing his communication with He Nian.

I guess I misunderstood something.

Yan Ruizhi didn't plan to communicate any more: "It's okay. We'll talk about it when we go back."

The second half of the sentence is about New Year's greetings, but Yan Ruizhi didn't say that, in fact, he has no right to tie up New Year's greetings, and if he doesn't want to, he can ask to get out of the car now.

Yan Ruizhi thought, even if he didn't have a deep friendship with He Nian, he didn't want to see He Nian appear in such a place again.

Fortunately, the traffic jam ended soon, and the substitute driver parked the car under Yan Ruizhi's apartment, and opened the door for him respectfully: "Boss, we're here."

It's just that there is a bit of gossip and novelty in the eyes of the two of them that cannot be hidden.

Yan Ruizhi didn't care, He Nian was still following behind him, neither of them spoke, but he still followed him upstairs.

He bought this apartment in the center of Anjing, where land is very expensive, on the 46th floor, a large flat floor of nearly 270 square meters, with a migratory entrance and [-]-degree panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, which happens to overlook half of Anjing City from an excellent height.

When the door was closed, Yan Ruizhi turned around again and looked at the person behind him.

Without saying a word, he took out his mobile phone, found the chat bar of He Nian, lowered his head and said, "Give me the mobile phone."

Yan Ruizhi didn't look at He Nian's expression, but simply transferred 10 yuan, then took his mobile phone, and transferred the money with one hand and received the money with the other.

He had thought about this number before entering the door, and it should be able to solve some urgent needs without hurting the other party's self-esteem too much.

He Nian didn't even have time to stop him, looking at the extra money on his phone: "Mr. Yan..."

"If it's not enough, just tell me, or you can tell me if you need help in other areas." Yan Ruizhi looked directly at him, "I'm a very talkative customer."

"But one hundred thousand is too much..." He Nian didn't dare to look at him.

The room was very quiet, and Yan Ruizhi could hear the breathing of New Year's greetings.

Why did it come to this point?

"Just treat it as me helping you." Yan Ruizhi said, "Don't take it to heart."

The light in the living room was not on, and He Nian was standing in front of him, but he was full of guilt, knowing that he had done something wrong, and would dodge his eyes if they bumped into him.

——But in the next second, you have to look carefully again.

Yan Ruizhi looked at him, inexplicably thinking of the white Samoyed squatting on the ground.

Then the next second, he heard a sound that symbolized hunger.

He looked at the sleepy person in front of him, his originally incomprehensible mood became brighter, and Yan Ruizhi changed the subject: "Do you want to eat something?"

He Nian gave him a pitiful look: "...no need."

Five minutes later, Yan Ruizhi changed his clothes and came out, and He Nian began to eat apples in the living room.

Yan Ruizhi stood by the wine cabinet, looked at the New Year greetings, and asked a repeated question: "Are you going to be a tutor tomorrow?"

Hearing his question, He Nian paused: "It should."

Yan Ruizhi looked at him condescendingly, and said, "Holic, don't go again."

He Nian nodded: "Okay."

"It's not necessary for the coffee shop, I can pay you separately."

"Tutor..." Yan Ruizhi deliberately slowed down his tone, reminding He Nian that he had lied to him.

He Nian raised his head resentfully: "Can't the tutor go too?"

It seems to be asking for Yan Ruizhi's opinion. If Yan Ruizhi disagrees, he will definitely agree.

But Yan Ruizhi let go, and smiled: "Whatever."

He Nian said "Oh": "Then I will try to reduce the class hours as much as possible."

Such a submissive appearance dissipated Yan Ruizhi's smoldering anger. He thought, to put it meanly, he didn't really want to control the New Year, but it didn't seem like a bad thing to have such a position.

"Go back." Yan Ruizhi said after seeing He Nian finished eating an apple.

The other party stopped before standing up: "Mr. Yan?"

Yan Ruizhi looked at the current New Year's greetings, and suddenly felt that the 10 yuan just now was not in vain: "What's wrong?"

"You... aren't..." He Nian hesitated to speak.

"Oh, you said that." The two had a charade-like conversation, Yan Ruizhi didn't care much, "I said I was helping you."

"Then I can't take this money." He Nian said suddenly.

Yan Ruizhi said that the self-esteem of college students is really unpredictable: "It's not necessary."

But He Nian's gaze was very serious: "I thought that was what you meant when you pulled me out."

"And I don't have much capital now, you helped me last time, how can I do it again and again—"

"Happy New Year." Yan Ruizhi interrupted suddenly.

Wearing a loose and soft nightgown, he walked to the sofa and sat down, asking him, "Have you ever talked about a girlfriend?"

The other party didn't know why he asked such a question, but shook his head and said, "No."

"I told you as early as the second day I met you, I don't care if you have a chick plot or not, it has nothing to do with me." Yan Ruizhi was not emotional when he said this, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter .

"But we just got to know each other. Now that you have helped me, I have nothing to repay."

Yan Ruizhi picked up the warm water on the table and took a sip, moistening his throat before putting it down.

He looked at New Year's Eve, behind him was the lights of the whole city, his silhouette was covered in it, obviously it was his first time here, but there was no sense of abruptness.

"Happy New Year."

Yan Ruizhi opened his mouth.

His voice is slightly cool, matching the night, clear and nice.

"Then listen carefully." He looked at He Nian, the other's face was reflected in his dark pupils, and said.

"First of all, I am an out-and-out gay. But you are different. You have never been in a relationship, you have never had a girlfriend, you just slept with me once." His voice was moistened by warm water, so it was not so cold .

"Secondly, I don't have any moral values. I didn't intend to maintain this relationship with you just now. I just thought you were young and unstable."

"I don't want to force you. You are too young and haven't experienced too many things. I don't want you to start swaying because you like someone and have a love mind. It will increase your sense of moral guilt. I will find it very troublesome. "

His tone was a bit rambunctious: "What's more, I don't like any noble dramas with grass and rings, so I don't reject having a fixed and paid bed partner."

"Of course, the main reason is that you are really talented." Yan Ruizhi finally added lightly.

He stood up, not expecting He Nian to give any answer soon: "Remember to close the door when you leave."

But just as he turned around, he heard He Nian speak in a slightly hoarse voice, "—-Okay."

He was a little surprised to answer so quickly, Yan Ruizhi looked back at him.

He Nian's eyes are very bright, like some kind of precious gems.

Yan Ruizhi couldn't see his expression clearly.

"That's what you said." He Nian also stood up and looked at him. Maybe he was too tall, and the light in the living room was too dark, so Yan Ruizhi felt a little oppression, "I promise. Do you want to sign an agreement?" ?”

"No need." Yan Ruizhi didn't avoid his eyes.

It's just inexplicably hot.

"Then count from now?" He Nian asked.

Yan Ruizhi knew how much he was drinking, and it was impossible for him to be drunk with that glass of wine at night, but it seemed that the belated drunk came up, Yan Ruizhi thought, otherwise, in a different environment, maybe he would not say what he said today .

But he heard his own voice: "Okay."

"correct."

Seeing He Nian approaching, Yan Ruizhi felt that he had to remind him again: "This relationship is not ashamed to me, and you don't have any burdens. But... if you have any love for other people I plan to say it as soon as possible, so that we can clean it up and not delay you. I find it annoying."

"Mr. Yan..." He Nian's voice was slightly lowered, "Then if you have—"

"My side is naturally the same as yours." Yan Ruizhi understood what he was going to say, and interrupted, "Of course, but the situation you assumed will not happen."

His voice was contemptuous: "I don't have any concept of love, and I don't know how to fall in love."

"I see." He Nian said.

"That's good." This time Yan Ruizhi slightly raised the corner of his lips, "Since everything is explained..."

"Are you going to think again, or are you going to stay tonight?"

"—but I only have one set of washing tools at home."

The late spring in Anjing finally lost some residual chill.

It rained heavily at night, but Yan Ruizhi didn't notice it.

His nightgown was soft and light, as if it could be shattered with a flick of the palm of your hand.

He clearly remembered that the city was always dry, but at this moment, there was always thin, dense, inexhaustible perspiration on his body. He was a little irritable and uneasy, but just as he frowned, someone gently rubbed his brows away.

This apartment is too high, and when looking down, there is always a sense of emptiness and panic, and the center of gravity of the body seems to have only an illusory point, and it is almost impossible to find support.

But fortunately, He Nian's fingertips are warm.

He was salvaged and hugged, and there was only unsteady breathing in his ears.

The night was as deep as the sea, and he was overwhelmed by the undulations of the tide.

When the rain outside the window gradually stopped, he sank into the damp bedding and heard another person's voice.

He Nian held his butterfly bone in his hands and asked him: "Mr. Yan, if you give me money, will I also call you Mr. Yan like those people?"

Yan Ruizhi's tone was hoarse, his eyes were buried in the other's shoulder, and he said in a muffled voice.

"……up to you."