The husband and wife of a wealthy school

"Why isn't it here?" Yan Cheng was puzzled, but he still subconsciously touched the pocket of his coat.

When he touched it, the expression on his face lit up, and his big beautiful eyes widened in disbelief. Not only did he find that the wallet was missing, but he also found that the bottom of his pocket had been cut.

Yan Cheng turned his head to look at the busy train station behind him, and then looked back at Zhao Yan, his tone full of innocence: "It's really gone, how do you know?"

Zhao Yan came over to check the opening at the bottom of his pocket, and found that the cut was very shallow, and only cut through his clothes. "There are many thieves in the train station. People like you are the most likely to be stolen. I didn't know you would go in."

Yan Cheng: "What's wrong with me?" He felt that he was discriminated against for no reason.

Zhao Yan was amused by his tone: "You look like a rich man, but you don't have any sense of defense."

Yan Cheng: "I don't have much cash, I just can't buy you coffee."

Zhao Yan felt that the "not much" in Yan Cheng's mouth should be understood as quite a lot, "Call the police, the police will contact you when they find it, although the chance of finding it is not high."

It was too cold outside, the two got into the car, Yan Cheng called the police:

"I don't know the exact location. I walked around the square in front of the train station and it disappeared. Yes, it's black. I don't know the cash. It's about five or six thousand, and there are six or seven bank cards. A few membership cards, nothing else."

Finally, I still don’t forget to say: “Trouble the police comrades.”

Yan Cheng hung up the phone, Zhao Yan said, "I remember you have a photo in your wallet."

"Did you see it last time? After the last incident, I found that the wallet was not safe, so I moved the photos to a safer place." Yan Cheng reversed the car out of the parking space in front of the train station and drove onto the road.

Zhao Yan sat in the co-pilot, looking through the windshield at the silver-white snowflakes in the night illuminated by neon lights and street lights.

"When was that photo taken when you were?"

Yan Cheng: "Eight years old, do you want to say that you are beautiful? Everyone says that."

Zhao Yan looked at Yan Cheng's side face, with a high nose bridge, a sharp chin, and a charming side face, "It's very beautiful. You were a little baby fat when you were young, and your face was still chubby."

Yan Cheng: "I haven't seen any pictures of you when you were young, did you have baby fat when you were young?"

"Every child should have some. When I was young, my family was very poor and I didn't take many pictures, but I did have a black and white photo. I will show it to you when I have a chance."

Yan Cheng turned his head, looked at Zhao Yan and smiled.

He controlled the steering wheel with his left hand, and stretched out his right hand to hold Zhao Yan's hand.

Yan Cheng's hand was very warm, holding it warmed his heart, and Zhao Yan felt the thin calluses on his fingertips.

"Is this made by playing the piano?"

Yan Cheng: "Is there? I didn't pay much attention, maybe."

After finishing speaking, Yan Cheng touched Zhao Yan's fingertips, "Sure enough, you don't have any, but you have calluses on your palm."

"When I was a child, my mother told me to study hard and not let me do farm work, but I still did farm work after school, maybe it was cultivated by doing farm work."

Yan Cheng: "Last time you said that Fengqiao Mountain is in your city, I'll help you book a ticket to Z city, when will you leave?"

"No, no, to be honest, I'm airsick. I'll buy a train ticket tomorrow."

In fact, Zhao Yan doesn't get airsick, he just wants the relationship between the two of them to be simpler and purer.

Yan Cheng thought of what he saw when he entered the train station just now. In such a cold day, there are all kinds of people.

"Why don't you leave later, I'm going to Fengqiao Mountain, we can go together."

Zhao Yan misses his mother and his family. When he was reborn, his mother had been gone for six years. Now he, his mother is still young and has not been ravaged by illness.The moment the class meeting officially announced the winter vacation this afternoon, he couldn't wait to go home.

He is a medical student, so he knows that uremia is not formed overnight, it is a symptom of chronic kidney disease developing to the end stage.He thought about taking his mother to the hospital in the city for a physical examination as soon as he went back, early detection and early treatment, and he just saved some money by working part-time.

Zhao Yan: "I'm sorry Yan Cheng, I want to buy the earliest ticket and leave as soon as possible."

"Then I'll find someone to help you buy a train ticket," Yan Cheng said, putting his left hand on the steering wheel, and taking his right hand out of Zhao Yan's hand, picked up his mobile phone and dialed the number, and the call was made within two or three taps, "Uncle Zhong, Please help me buy a train ticket, not mine, my classmate’s, tomorrow’s, soft sleeper, ID card? I’ll send the ID number to your phone later.”

Uncle Zhong is Yan Cheng's father's secretary.

Yan Cheng gave Zhao Yan his mobile phone and signaled him to enter his ID number, "You know that your refusal is invalid now, so don't refuse it. I will give you the ticket when I get it tomorrow morning."

"Who said I'm going to refuse, I don't have to queue up to buy tickets, I wish for it." Zhao Yan said with a smile, and then generously took the phone that Yan Cheng handed over.

There is a KTV in front, and the three letters of KTV are particularly eye-catching, and the colorful neon lights flashing on the letters can be seen from a long distance away.There are four words before the three letters, but the distance is a bit far, and it is not clear what the words are.

"Yan Cheng, where are we going?" Zhao Yan asked Yan Cheng.

"Prosperous Qingcheng, I have dumplings at home, let's cook dumplings."

Zhao Yan thought, I also know that your dumplings are filled with lotus root and pork. They look terrible, but they taste really good.

Zhao Yan said: "I'll count to five with my eyes closed, and we will go wherever the car goes, how about that?"

Yan Cheng smiled, he likes this method, because it is unknown, so it is both romantic and exciting.

"Okay, I'm ready, do you want to start now?"

Zhao Yan closed his eyes and began to count down at a constant speed: "Five, four, three, two, one"

As soon as the word "one" was exited, the black BMW braked suddenly and stopped on the side of the road, the sky was full of wind and snow.

Zhao Yan opened his eyes and looked out through the car window. The three letters KTV flashed in colorful neon, and the four characters in front were now clearly visible - M-Zone, M-Zone KTV.

Zhao Yan smiled and turned to look at Yan Cheng: "M-Zone, let's go and sing."

Yan Cheng: "I'm penniless now, you have to pay for it."

Zhao Yan patted the cloth bag on his body, it was the blue and white rag bag that Yan Cheng said had a national and bohemian style, which meant that there was money in the bag, "It's rare that Young Master Yan is rich and penniless." When writing, let's go, I sing very well, let you see it for free."

Many people called him Young Master Yan, but when Zhao Yan said these three words, Yan Cheng inexplicably felt a very different feeling, a very kind feeling, which made him want to kiss him very much.

The two entered the KTV, opened a small room, served a few bottles of beer and a few plates of fruit.

Yan Cheng walked to the computer where the song was ordered, and asked Zhao Yan, who was sitting on the sofa eating cherry tomatoes: "What are you singing? I'll help you order songs. I'm waiting to see it."

There was indescribable provocation in his tone.

Zhao Yan poured himself a glass of wine and said, "I'll drink a glass of wine to moisten my throat, and you can play a song first to warm up the scene."

Yan Cheng smiled, and he clicked a song. The picture on the big screen changed, and the prelude to "The Old Man and the Sea" slowly sounded in the room, and the music filled the room.

Yan Cheng stood on the singing stage in front of the big screen, picked up the microphone, looked at Zhao Yan, and said seriously: "The song "The Old Man and the Sea" is dedicated to the most honorable and unique audience in this room, Zhao Yan, if he Give me a drink if you can."

The sound is amplified by the speaker, and it has a special texture, as if it has its own electric current, which can easily penetrate the hard skull and reach Zhao Yan's cerebral cortex, causing an invisible chemical reaction.

Zhao Yan laughed, there are prerequisites for presenting a song.

He picked up the beer bottle, poured half a glass of wine into Yan Cheng's glass, picked up the glass and walked towards Yan Cheng.

The lyrics were already displayed on the screen, and the singing sounded, but Yan Cheng hadn't started singing yet.He hooked his lips and smiled slightly, watching Zhao Yan approaching him holding on to the wine glass.

He took the wine glass and drank the beer in the goblet in one gulp. Zhao Yan watched closely his sharp chin raised, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled twice.

After drinking the wine, he took away the half-eaten cherry tomatoes from Zhao Yan's hand.

"The autumn night withers in the fallen leaves,

The yellowed world drifts away bit by bit with the wind,

The winter snow whitens you and my Valentine,

......"

It was the first time for Zhao Yan to hear Yan Cheng sing. It was a popular song. Anyway, he felt that Yan Cheng sang very well.

After singing, Yan Cheng put down the microphone, walked over and sat next to Zhao Yan, "How is it? Can I sing well?"

The air conditioner was turned on in the room, Zhao Yan drank some beer and ate some fruit, his face and lips became rosy.In Yan Cheng's eyes, those lips were so delicate and glamorous.

Zhao Yan: "Good!"

"This song is sung by men and women. After you learn it, we will sing it together someday."

"Okay," Zhao Yan said after thinking for a while, "If I can sing better than you, then you can sing the female voice and I can sing the male voice, how about it?"

"If it's just the two of us like today, then we can do anything," Yan Cheng smiled provocatively with his brows crooked, "You're very confident, I'm looking forward to it, it's your turn."

Zhao Yan stood up to leave, but Yan Cheng suddenly pulled him onto his lap as soon as he straightened up.Yan Cheng lightly bit the corner of his mouth, Zhao Yan was not convinced, bit back, Yan Cheng dodged slightly, and bit his chin.

Standing up from Yan Cheng's lap again, Zhao Yan took off his coat, and Zhao Yan was wearing the off-white V-neck sweater that Yan Cheng gave him underneath.

He went over and ordered a song, then went to the singing stage in front of the big screen and picked up the microphone, imitating Yan Cheng's serious tone just now: "A piece of "Listen to Mom Talking about the Past" is dedicated to the most beautiful person in this room. Honorable and unique listener, Yan Cheng, if he offers me a glass of wine."

At first, there was a low prelude to the song, but Yan Cheng didn't recognize which song it was, until the title of the song was displayed on the screen, and then Zhao Yan said the title of the song.

Yan Cheng almost burst out laughing, if he knew right, this seemed to be a nursery rhyme.

He took half a glass of wine and walked towards Zhao Yan while smiling.

Zhao Yan took the microphone and said, "I know what you're laughing at. This is not a nursery rhyme. This is a post-80s red classic."

Then he imitated Yan Cheng's action just now, and drank the wine in the tall glass in one gulp.

The singing sounded like water, gushing out from the stereo and echoing in the small room.

"The moon walks through the white lotus-like clouds,

The evening wind blows a burst of joyful singing,

Mine sits beside the tall grain-heaps,

Listen to my mother tell the story of the past,

......"

Zhao Yan's mother often sang this song when he was a child, so he was familiar with it.

Yan Cheng felt that this song, sung from Zhao Yan's mouth, could give people a very different charm.Zhao Yan's singing voice is clear and slow, which reminds people of unpretentious mountains, unpretentious people, and the feeling of unpretentious home.

Zhao Yan sang, but his heart was full of memories.

After singing, Zhao Yan put down the microphone, walked over, and asked Yan Cheng, "How is it?"

Yan Cheng: "I think he can sing better than me."

Zhao Yan smiled: "Will you bet and admit defeat?"

"Yes, but you know, although I can't sing very well, I can dance absolutely well. If you don't believe me, I will show you a jazz dance. I went to the United States that winter, and on Thanksgiving, I danced in front of the church. A group of people were dancing jazz, and I learned it after just a few glances."