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Zhou Yu'an took the initiative to bring the noodles made by Zhong Fuchu to the dining table, and moved the candles over.

He took out his mobile phone and took a photo, two bowls of noodles, two candles, simple and warm, and then sent the photo to Moments, without writing anything, as mysterious as a star poking love.

Soon there are comments:

"Hey, who are you having a candlelight dinner with?"

"When will you announce your relationship?"

……

Except Xu Xing sent a few shit emojis.

Zhou Yu'an couldn't help being happy, after the music, seeing that Zhong Fuchu hadn't come yet, he shouted: "Doctor Zhong, if you don't eat noodles, you'll be sick."

Zhong Fuchu packed up the kitchen and came out, seeing Zhou Yu'an holding his mobile phone with a smirk, and said, "You can eat first."

"Candlelight dinner is only meaningful if we eat it together." Zhou Yu'an said while turning on the music software on his phone, and picked a candlelight dinner BGM playlist to play, and the soothing music suddenly flowed out in the restaurant.

"..."

Seeing that Zhong Fuchu also sat down, Zhou Yu'an picked up the chopsticks. He held the noodle bowl and took a deep breath. It was so fragrant. There was his favorite tomato and an egg in the soup. He took a bite of the noodle and was satisfied. He squinted his eyes.

Zhong Fuchu glanced at Zhou Yu'an before bowing his head and starting to eat noodles.

"Doctor Zhong, are you going to work tomorrow?" Zhou Yu'an asked.

"must go to work."

Zhou Yu'an felt a little regretful, and said, "Tomorrow is still the weekend, and the job of a doctor is too inhumane. Why don't we open a noodle restaurant together? Let's call it...Chu'an Noodle Restaurant!"

Zhong Fuchu ignored his whimsy and said, "I'll be leaving early tomorrow, if you can get up, I can take you back by the way."

Zhou Yu'an's eyes lit up, and he immediately said: "You can wake up, you can wake up!" It would be nice to set a few more alarm clocks, and it happened that he was going to see Mingyan.

After the two of them ate the noodles, Zhong Fuchu simply cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, and was about to take a bath, but found that Zhou Yu'an had been following closely behind him holding a candle, almost burning his back. He was a little helpless, turned around and asked: " What's wrong?"

Zhou Yuan looked at the candle with a guilty conscience. He was really embarrassed to say that he was afraid of staying alone in a dark room, even if there was a candle, so he puffed up and said, "Just think of me as a mobile smart light bulb. alright."

While speaking, the candle light flickered slightly, and the flickering warm light fell on the eyelashes, casting trembling shadows. Zhong Fuchu glanced over his face, and paused, "Follow outside the bathroom at most."

Zhou Yu'an nodded hurriedly.

Outside the bathroom, Zhou Yuan squatted on the ground with arms folded, listening to the sound of water inside.The pattering, falling in his heart, made him less afraid, but he thought of some not-so-pure images, and his face turned red immediately.

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the door.

Messy thoughts were going up and down in his mind, and he didn't notice that the sound of water inside stopped.

The door opened suddenly, and Zhou Yu'an threw himself forward unsteadily, kowtowed firmly to Zhong Fuchu, and hit his forehead on the ground with a bang.

Zhong Fuchu picked up Zhou Yu'an from the ground, touched his forehead, and said speechlessly, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Yu'an wrinkled his face and said, "It hurts! Why are you taking a shower so fast?" He just finished washing after concentrating.

"After all, I don't sing." Zhong Fuchu put down his hands and said.

Zhou Yu'an's eyes widened, thinking of the song he sang before, his whole body was on fire.

Zhong Fuchu had already gone out, he burned for a while, and hurriedly followed, and found that Zhong Fuchu had brought him into the guest room.

He had long discovered that there were four rooms in Zhong Fuchu's house, a master bedroom, a study room, a guest room, and one room was locked, and he didn't know what it was used for.

"You'll sleep here tonight." Zhong Fuchu put the candle on the bedside table.

Zhou Yu'an's face collapsed, and he whispered, "Why did you buy such a big house, what a waste."

Zhong Fu looked at him at first, but didn't understand what he meant.

Zhou Yu'an lay down on the bed, his limbs stretched out, and the two pieces of nightgown slipped down softly, revealing a pair of thin and long legs. He was picky: "This bed is too hard, can you change to another room?"

That's almost a pea under the mattress.

Zhong Fuchu glanced at those legs, pulled the nightgown back for him, and said, "All the mattresses here are the same."

"...I feel that the ventilation in this room is not very good, it's a bit stuffy." Zhou Yu'an sniffed.

Zhong Fuchu folded his arms and said, "The living room is well ventilated."

Zhou Yu'an turned over and kicked his legs a few times, broke the pot and said, "I think your bed is pretty good!"

"No." Zhong Fuchu flatly refused.

"I have knelt down for you."

"No."

Zhou Yu'an gave up and snorted: "I'll ignore you."

Zhong Fuchu drew the curtains, said "Go to bed early", and left without mercy.

Xu Xing arrived at the Zhenqin Terrace on time in his sports car, and when he got out of the car, he felt that something was wrong. The people who came to the concert were either elderly or full of ink. He looked like he was here to rob .

Some little girls looked at him and talked quietly, but he didn't care, and walked into the theater with a cigarette in his hand.The staff at the door reminded him of the no-smoking policy, so he casually stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can, standing near the theater door, as if waiting for someone.

The number of people coming in gradually increased, and there was not much time left before the start, but he still didn't see Zhou Yu'an, nor Ye Lang, and suddenly felt a little inexplicably irritated in his heart, so he simply called Zhou Yu'an, but was rejected again. Zhou Yu'an, who was out of tune, was so angry that he was even more irritable.

"Xu Xing?" A woman called him.

He turned his head and looked at a tall woman in a light-colored cheongsam. He thought for a while, this seemed to be his ex-girlfriend, who graduated from the Conservatory of Music, who had greened him, what's her name?

"It's surprising that you will come to this kind of concert." The woman looked at him with an expression of "I knew you still couldn't forget me".

Xu Xing's heart became even more angry, but he raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "The taste in music is the same as the taste in people, don't you have to improve it?"

The woman froze for a moment, her delicately made-up face was stained with anger, and just about to say something, Xu Xing suddenly looked towards the door, his expression suddenly relaxed.

"Doctor Ye!" Xu Xing shouted when he saw Ye Lang walking in with his head down.

Ye Lang looked up in panic, only to find him, and walked over at a faster pace.

Xu Xing's ex-girlfriend left, he didn't take it seriously, Ye Lang's presence really made him a lot happy, he smiled and said, "You won't be working overtime tonight?"

Ye Lang looked around and said, "Find someone to replace me, but I still don't think I can waste the tickets you gave me."

Xu Xing felt that he was hiding from someone, but he didn't ask any further questions, and joked, "It would be a waste for me to come there."

Ye Lang smiled and shook his head, looked around again, and then sat down with Xu Xing.

The theater is not big, but the seats are quite full. Xu Xing and Ye Lang are sitting next to each other in the first row. He wanted to find a topic to talk about, and after holding back for a long time, he asked:

"Doctor Ye likes Guqin?"

Ye Lang smiled subconsciously, and said softly: "I can't say I like it very much. I learned it with my friends when I was young, but I didn't learn it as well as him, so I gave up later."

This "friend" seems to have a story, Xu Xing raised his legs, propped his chin with one hand, and asked, "Is that the friend you originally planned to come with?"

Ye Lang nodded, but didn't speak.

After Xu Xing pondered for a while, he roughly understood the purpose of Ye Lang's coming here tonight.

Presumably Ye Lang likes that friend, and there is a high probability that that friend is a man. Ye Lang hides his thoughts very well. Seeing that his friend has someone close to him, he still has no intention of taking the initiative. It's not for fighting, but for letting myself completely stop thinking about it.

Xu Xing actually doesn't quite understand Ye Lang's thoughts. He and Zhou Yu'an are the same kind of people. If they like it, they will chase after it vigorously. Those who silently contribute and quit are boring. He thought for a while, and said to Ye Lang:

"Actually, you could have told your friend directly that maybe he would reject the previous agreement because of you. There is no need to hide and hide while watching a concert like this."

Ye Lang was stunned, as if he didn't expect Xu Xing to say such a thing, he smiled and said softly: "He hardly has any friends, now someone can ask him out, I think it's a good thing."

Hearing this, Xu Xing felt a little nervous. He turned his head and saw that the white casual shirt Ye Lang was wearing today was lowering his head at the moment, with his hands clasped tightly, revealing his slender and fair neck, which looked a little weak.

It's hard to imagine that Ye Lang is an orthopedic surgeon. After all, in Xu Xing's perception, orthopedic surgeons do carpentry.

"Okay, if you think it's a good thing, then it's a good thing." Xu Xing thought to himself that this is someone else's business after all, and he has no right to say anything.

Ye Lang looked at him and said with a smile: "Anyway, thank you."

The concert finally started, and an old man with a fairy spirit came on stage. He didn't know what he was playing on it, and he didn't have any energy at all. Xu Xing tried his best to listen with his eyelids open. He didn't want people to think that he was a person who didn't understand art. , but couldn't control his physical reaction at all, and still couldn't help but yawned a few times. Someone next to him looked at him frequently, and he stared back.

Ye Lang listened very seriously, but he didn't know what to think of, and his face seemed to be lonely.

In the end, Xu Xing was woken up by Ye Lang. Most of the people in the theater had already left. He wiped his face and stood up, a little embarrassed, and said to Ye Lang: "I slept too late yesterday."

Ye Lang didn't poke him, but said sweetly, "Then go back and rest early."

The two walked outside the theater, Xu Xing said: "Doctor Ye, shall I take you back? Anyway, I'm fine now."

"No need, there is a direct bus here, I can go back by myself." Ye Lang politely refused.

The irritability in Xu Xing's heart rose again. He didn't want to be polite anymore, so he put his hands on Ye Lang's shoulders, pushed him towards the parking lot, and said without a doubt:

"I have to take you back today. If you don't take it for nothing, why bother taking the bus?"

Ye Lang was a little staggered by Xu Xing's push, he opened his mouth, but he still didn't refute, and thanked him again.

As soon as he got in the car, Xu Xing turned on the music and turned the volume to the highest. The rumbling rhythm made the car vibrate.

"Doctor Ye, do you mind?" Xu Xing touched a cigarette, thought about it and put it back.

"It's okay, it's fine." Ye Lang said with a smile, clasping his hands together.

Xu Xing glanced at his hand, suddenly turned off the music again, then started the car, and drove forward abruptly.

Ye Lang couldn't help frowning at the extremely fast speed, he hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "Slow down, it's easy to get into trouble."

But Xu Xing directly parked the car by the side of the road, turned his head and said to Ye Lang: "Doctor Ye, you should be like this earlier, just say if you like it, and say it if you don't like it, there's no need to wrong yourself."

Ye Lang subconsciously said, "I haven't."

Xu Xing said again: "Look, I just spent one night with you, and I found that when you said something against your will, you would hold hands together. Doctor Ye, are you being polite, or are you used to it?"

Ye Lang let go of both hands quickly, not knowing how to put them down for a moment, her head also drooped.

Seeing his panic-stricken look, Xu Xing felt that he was probably sick tonight, why was he so obsessed with other people's personalities?He shook his head and started the car again, this time at a much slower speed.

The car drove to the side door of the community where Ye Lang lived, and Ye Lang said thank you a few more times before getting out of the car.

Xu Xing thought for a while, and still said to Ye Lang: "What I said just now is all bullshit, I didn't mean you to be sorry, don't worry about it."

Ye Lang smiled sincerely: "Actually, what you said makes sense. No one has ever told me about it."

Xu Xing raised his eyebrows, and finally put the cigarette on. The side door was a bit desolate. He was worried that Ye Lang, who had delicate skin and tender flesh, would be targeted, so he reminded: "Doctor Ye, pay attention to safety, gangsters have been active in the city recently. Very, be careful."

Ye Lang nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, thank you, I will pay attention."

Xu Xing has always been not afraid of these things, and no one who is not good-looking dared to provoke him.He waved at Ye Lang, and drove back. Before he had gone far, he looked in the rearview mirror and saw two young boys blocking Ye Lang.

Bah, what kind of crow's mouth is this.

He stopped the car suddenly, backed up at a fast speed, jumped out of the car and slammed on the door with a bang.

In the end, it turned out that the two Maotou were lying together and rolling, with their right arms hanging limply on the ground, screaming louder and louder.

Ye Lang squatted aside, clapped his hands, looked up, and said with a smile, "Why are you back again?"

Xu Xing stood stiffly on the spot, originally wanted to say "Are you okay?", but pointed to the hairy head on the ground, and asked: "Are they okay?"

"It's okay, I just took off the arm." Ye Lang said with a smile, grabbed a yellow hair from the ground, put it back with a click, and then grabbed a red hair, and put it back with a click.

The two Maotou got up from the ground, didn't dare to stare, and ran away like shit.

Ye Lang stood up, smiling a little shyly: "I'm sorry, the security here is really not very good, it scared you."

Xu Xing finally recovered from his stupefaction, and said with a dry smile: "It's okay, it's fine, you're fine, I, I'll go back first."

"You must pay attention to safety when you go back, be careful." Ye Lang said with concern.

"Okay, I'll pay attention." Xu Xing took the key and returned to the car bitterly, bidding farewell to Ye Lang.

What is weak?How could he forget the first time he and Ye Lang met three years ago.

Three years ago, his ex-girlfriend, yes, finally remembered what her name was, her name was Hu Yunqi, and she gave him a green pass, and got him together with a rich second generation in Wenhua City.

He ran to fight with the rich second generation, but the rich second generation didn't abide by fairness and called a bunch of gangsters to help. In the end, he was beaten with multiple fractures and was sent to the hospital in the middle of the night.Two gangsters got red eyes and chased him to the hospital. He was holding him on the stretcher and wanted to continue beating him, but Ye Lang, who was rushed over, fell to the ground after a few strokes.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't see it clearly. Someone told him about it later, but during the hospitalization, he remembered Ye Lang's face clearly, always with a gentle smile, and looked weak, so he didn't believe it at all. , only as a friend talking nonsense.

Now that I think about it, Ye Lang really has that ability.