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The car stopped in front of a two-story villa. The villa was not very big, but the design was very exquisite.

There were some unknown species of bamboo and some flowers planted at the door.

Chen Ye guessed that this must have come with the villa when he bought it. Yan Yunchuan didn't look like someone who would take care of flowers and plants.

The door opened and Yan Yunchuan turned on the light. Chen could see the layout of the living room clearly. It was like an ordinary villa model house, just like Yan Yunchuan's room in the Yan family. Even here, Yan Yunchuan's residence did not have the atmosphere of home.

"There are guest rooms on the second floor, choose one for yourself."

Chen also chose the guest room next to Yan Yunchuan's room.

The guest room was very clean, probably because someone had cleaned it. Chen also saw a guitar in the corner of the room. He walked over, opened the guitar bag, plucked the guitar strings, and clear string sounds poured out.

This guitar should have been used by Yan Yunchuan before, but it has not been used for a long time.

Chen also learned to play the guitar. He thought it was very cool and asked his mother to hire a guitar tutor for him.

After learning for a short while, he lost interest and could only play a few simple songs.

Chen Ye sent a message to Yan Yunchuan asking if he could use his guitar, but Yan Yunchuan did not reply.

After a while, the door was opened and Yan Yunchuan was standing at the door. His hair was a little wet, probably because he had just taken a shower.

"You can play guitar? I don't remember you learning."

Chen Ye: "I've watched online courses online and know a little bit."

Yan Yunchuan didn’t know the previous Lin Xia, which is why Yan Yunchuan had no doubts about Chen Ye’s identity for so long.

In the past, Lin Xia was just a stranger who lived under the same roof with him.

"Would you like to listen to it, uncle? I'll play it for you."

Yan Yunchuan walked in and sat on the sofa. He crossed his legs, put one hand casually on the sofa, and looked at Chen Ye, "Play it."

Chen Ye lowered his head and began to play the guitar. Yan Yunchuan's eyes made him feel oppressive. He now felt like a primary school student reporting his achievements to his teacher.

The song he played was "Gardenia". The melody of the song was very simple and Chen played it a little awkwardly, after all, he hadn't touched the guitar for a long time.

After playing for a while, Chen Ye looked up at Yan Yunchuan, "How is it?"

The boy's eyes were bright and clear, as if he was expecting praise.

"What you said is true." Yan Yunchuan had a smile on his face. Perhaps it was because the atmosphere was so good at the moment, there was a gentleness in Yan Yunchuan's voice that he himself did not even notice.

Chen Ye: "Then play a song for me to listen to."

He handed the guitar to Yan Yunchuan.

Yan Yunchuan's slender and beautiful hands pressed on the guitar strings, and Chen Ye stared at his hands in fascination. Everyone likes to look at beautiful things, and he is no exception.

The beautiful music reached Chen Ye's ears, and Chen Ye could tell that Yan Yunchuan's guitar playing skills were much better than his. His eyes unconsciously stayed on Yan Yunchuan's face. Yan Yunchuan looked even more handsome when he was concentrating on playing the guitar, and he also looked a lot younger. It turned out that a serious man is the most handsome.

After Yan Yunchuan finished playing, Chen Ye asked him, "What song is this?"

Yan Yunchuan put away his guitar and said, "I wrote this myself when I was in college."

"So my uncle was so romantic when he was in college. Did he receive love letters from many people?"

Yan Yunchuan said calmly: "So what?"

Chen also sat down next to him, "I don't want my uncle to be with someone else."

Yan Yunchuan suppressed the emotions in his eyes and looked at Chen Ye with a calm but turbulent gaze. "Why?"

"Because you are with someone else and have your own life, you can't take me with you often. My uncle and I will definitely become estranged. We are the closest and eternal lovers in the world."

Yan Yunchuan chuckled, approached Chen Ye, and said in a low voice: "Lin Xia, you are approaching me just because of a favor? Why does my uncle think you have other ideas?"

Chen Ye looked at Yan Yunchuan with clear eyes, "What do you think, uncle?"

【Want to be with me, like me. 】

Yan Yunchuan's thoughts made Chen Ye smile. After a while, Chen Ye said, "Whatever you think I think, that's what I think."

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Yan Yunchuan lowered his eyes to hide the look in his eyes, not letting the ambiguous atmosphere in the air continue to rise. He stood up and said, "Go to bed early."

Chen Ye pulled Yan Yunchuan's sleeve and said, "Let me give you a massage before you go to sleep. You've worked all day today and you must be very tired."

Pausing in his tracks, Yan Yunchuan told himself that it was Chen Ye who took the initiative to keep him, and as an uncle he couldn't afford to offend the younger generation.

Chen Ye said that he was giving Yan Yunchuan a massage, but in fact he had no method at all and his movements became more and more random.

He was also thinking about waiting for Yan Yunchuan to fall asleep so that he could read a novel.

The last time he was reading a novel, he was interrupted by Lin An. He was at the climax and hadn’t yet caught up with the rest of the story.

Yan Yunchuan closed his eyes, his thin eyelashes looked like small fans. Chen Ye felt it was magical. It was the first time he saw a man's eyelashes so long and thick.

He released his hand from Yan Yunchuan's temple, got out of bed quietly, and took out the novel from his backpack.

The bedroom light was turned off. Chen Ye walked out of the bedroom and went to the living room. He turned on the light in the living room and read a novel.

After finishing the novel, he curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. It was summer and the weather was hot, so he wouldn't feel cold even without a blanket.

In the room, Yan Yunchuan frowned. He always felt empty around him, and there seemed to be a hole in his heart. There was nothing to fill it. The endless feeling of emptiness filled the hole in his heart.

He opened his eyes in the darkness, and Chen Ye was not beside him. He stood up and looked at the sofa through the moonlight, but there was no sign of the boy there either.

Yan Yunchuan felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He opened the door and found that the light in the living room downstairs was on. From his perspective, he could see Chen Ye lying on the sofa. Chen Ye's posture was very strange. He was lying on the sofa with his face unclear. One leg was raised on the back of the sofa, and the other leg was dropped to the ground.

Yan Yunchuan walked downstairs and stood in front of Chen Ye. His tall body almost blocked all the light. Chen Ye was sleeping soundly and showed no signs of waking up.

Yan Yunchuan saw a book on the coffee table next to him. He took the book in his hand and saw the name of the book clearly: "Ghost Talk at Night".

I'm not very courageous, but I like to watch strange things.

After putting the book back on the coffee table, Yan Yunchuan picked up Chen Ye from the sofa and took him upstairs.

The young man in his arms had a peaceful expression and a smile on his lips, as if he was having a sweet dream. After Yan Yunchuan put him on the bed, he saw the boy's lips moving as if he was talking in his sleep.

Yan Yunchuan approached Chen Ye and heard Chen Ye talking in his sleep, "Brother..."

Yan Yunchuan froze. His face was frighteningly cold at this moment, but Chen couldn't see it.

This was not the first time that Chen Ye mentioned this "big brother" in front of him, but Yan Yunchuan didn't pay much attention to it before.

After thinking about this title, Yan Yunchuan found that there was no one around Chen Ye who fit this title.

So who is the big brother that Chen Ye is referring to?

Yan Yunchuan stretched out his hand and pinched Chen Ye's face. The force was not strong, more like a gentle pinch, with a hint of ambiguity.

Yan Yunchuan brushed his fingers across Chen Ye's soft lips and pressed harder, "Who are you calling?"

Chen Ye in the dream seemed to have heard something, and he whispered, "Uncle."

Yan Yunchuan withdrew his hand, with Chen Ye's saliva still on his fingertips. He frowned and went into the bathroom to wash his hands.

It was not because he disliked Chen Ye’s saliva, on the contrary, it was because he did not feel rejected.

Although he had not fallen in love for twenty-eight years, Yan Yunchuan now realized that his feelings for Chen Ye had gone off track and were heading towards an unknown distance.