The Fragrant Romance of the Abandoned House

After Qi Jingzhi's arm healed, he returned to the company and continued to work. Everything was still the same, except that he could no longer see the familiar cold face that occasionally passed by the minister's office.

The days are still passed in the same ordinary way as before, but without Song Yi by my side, I always feel that time passes a little slower than before.When Song Yi was still in the company, the two of them stayed together when they saw Tian'er, and their homes were so close to each other, they hardly ever saw each other.

Habit is really a terrible thing. Once it is broken, it becomes inevitable to be at a loss.Having been with Song Yi day and night for a long time, I gradually felt that it was natural for him to stay by my side, and I never thought that it would be so hard to be separated.

During the lunch break, Qi Jingzhi was lying on the desk, holding the recording doll in a daze.

He squeezed the doll's head.

【This thing really goes well with Qi Xiaogou...】

If Song Yi was accidentally recorded before, the sound would be like electricity, and it is a bit different from Song Yi's original sound, but it can alleviate a little bit of missing.

Qi Jing slammed his chin on the table, tilted his head and looked at the phone.

Today is Christmas, and the employees in the office seem to be very excited. Various Christmas decorations have been made in various places in the company as early as Christmas Eve, and the atmosphere is full of festive atmosphere. Willing to work hard for this holiday.

Qi Jingzhi doesn't have any special feeling for Christmas, he still likes the legal holidays like National Day and Labor Day, and it's wonderful to have a long holiday for the universal celebration.

However, it didn't matter before, but now it does. Christmas is no longer just Christmas, it's also Song Yi's birthday.

Song Yi didn't mention this matter, I don't know if he didn't mention it on purpose, or he didn't remember it at all.But he didn't forget it, he remembered it from the time when the plaster hadn't been removed, and he remembered it until now.

When Song Yi got off work, he met Ren Han at the gate of the company, leaning sideways on a silver sports car, apparently waiting for him.It was getting dark, and he was wearing a pair of sunglasses, full of arrogance.The car was parked, and those who didn't know thought the company was run by his family.

"What are you doing here?" Song Yi walked over.

Ren Han raised his head, "Why are you leaving get off work so late?"

"I'm not like you, a freelancer." Song Yi squinted at him, "This company is not run by your family, is it?"

"Ah? How is that possible?"

"Your car is parked, where do people go?" Song Yi turned to look at the company's gate.

"Why don't I just leave now, let's go, get in the car, brother will take you somewhere." Ren Han opened the car door.

"Where?"

"You'll know when you get there." Ren Han pushed Song Yi into the car.

Song Yi looked at the gallery in front of him, then turned to look at Ren Han, "Art exhibition?"

"Well," Ren Han nodded, "The painter you like the most."

Song Yi was a little surprised, "Really? He came to China?"

But what surprised him even more was that Ren Han still remembered that the painter he liked back then was a painter from a small country, and he was not well-known.It's just that he personally admires that person's painting style. There is no reason, he just likes it.

Although it has been a long time since he has been in touch with painting, he still likes the artist's works very much, and has been paying attention to his new works every time.

"No one came, but there was an art exhibition." Ren Han took off his sunglasses, "Let's go in and have a look."

It may be that it is getting late, there are very few people in the art exhibition, and there are only a few sparse ones, but it may also be because the works are too unpopular.

It has been many years. The painter Song Yi has liked since he was in college has been tepid for many years and has never been famous.

Song Yi looked up at the works on the wall with a focused expression as if he had sunk into them.

After all, the real thing is more attractive than the picture.

Ren Han turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "I didn't understand why you liked this person's paintings so much before, but I didn't expect that you still like them now."

Song Yi didn't take his eyes off the painting, and replied: "You don't need a reason to like it."

As soon as the words fell, he froze for a moment.

Ren Han saw that he was in a daze with his head down, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Song Yi shook his head, looked up and continued to look at the painting, "If you like it, you like it, why are there so many?"

"Anyway, I can't appreciate it." Ren Han looked at the work in front of him and clicked his tongue, "I can't breathe when I look at it, it's too depressing."

"Then you're still here?"

"Didn't I come here with you? Without me, would you know that there is his painting exhibition here?" Ren Han glanced at Song Yi with disgust, "With your virtue, you are ashamed to say that you like his works. I don’t even know he’s here to hold an art exhibition.”

Song Yi smiled, "That's what I do."

"Tsk, all right, take your time, I'm going to smoke a cigarette." Ren Han said, "I'll wait for you outside, come out and find me after you finish reading."

"Ah."

Ren Han leaned against the car and lit a cigarette. It was very cold at night. He shrank his neck from the cold, raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the moon in the sky, and spit out white smoke from his mouth from time to time, blurring his vision.

"Ren Han?!"

A familiar female voice came into his ears, Ren Han turned his head with a cigarette in his mouth, Yue Lin left the people around him, and walked towards him quickly.

Yue Lin was the woman who blocked him in the company before.

Ren Han frowned, pinched out the cigarette in his hand, and was stopped by Yue Lin just as he was about to get in the car.

"What are you doing again?" Ren Han shook off her hand and turned to look impatiently at the woman in front of him.

"Ren Han, are we getting along well? I have heard Zhang Yi say that there is no one else around you, why are you lying to me?" Yue Lin took Ren Han's hand, "I know you are Don't be angry, okay?"

Ren Han closed his eyes, the expression on his face became more and more impatient, he took a long breath, turned his head and smiled, "I'm not angry, really, we've already passed, don't pester me."

"No, we can't get along, I can't live without you, I can't live without you..."

"Whether you can survive or not is none of my fucking business!" Ren Han shook off Yue Lin's hand vigorously. He was annoyed when he raised his eyes to see Song Yi coming out of the inside, pushed Yue Lin away and walked towards him.

Ren Han put his arms around Song Yi's shoulders and said to Yue Lin: "Who told you that there is no one around me? Didn't you see such a big living person?"

Yue Lin frowned, "Don't lie to me."

"Lying to you?" Ren Han smiled, turned his head and kissed Song Yi on the face, "You see, I not only cheated, but also came out of the closet."

Yue Lin's eyes widened in disbelief, Ren Han put his arms around Song Yi and continued, "Look, people can get what they want, they are much prettier than you, don't twist your ass and take yourself seriously ..."

Before she finished speaking, Yue Lin suddenly walked towards Song Yi, and Song Yi grabbed her hand as soon as she raised her hand, Yue Lin looked at him angrily, "A big man still grabs a man from a woman, are you disgusting? "

Song Yi pushed her hand away, and replied coldly: "A woman can't even grab a man from a man, are you trash?"

"You..." Yue Lin stared at Song Yi.

"Wow..." Ren Han turned his head and glanced at Song Yi.

"Sorry, we still have something to do, let's go first." Ren Han walked away from Yue Lin with Song Yi in his arms, and when he was about to get in the car, he turned to her and said, "I'll say it one last time, don't bother me again."

Yue Lin watched the car driving further and further away, and slowly squatted down.

The person who was beside Yue Lin came over, looked down at the person squatting on the ground, and said, "He is like this, do you still like him?"

"I just like it, can you control it?" Yue Lin looked at the man in front of her displeasedly, "I said earlier that I only like Ren Han, I'm not interested in you, don't follow me like a pervert."

The man pursed his lips, and muttered in a voice that only he could hear clearly: "Then why isn't he here..."

"The reaction is fast enough, and the mouth is poisonous enough." Ren Han turned to look at Song Yi with excitement.

Song Yi wiped his face, "Is it possible to give a notice next time? If I didn't know about your urine, I would have punched you."

"Hey, I didn't make any moves out of desperation. That woman has been pestering me for a long time. I didn't play seriously with her. It's annoying to death."

"Why do you still have the same virtue as when you were in college?"

"I'm just like this, and I can't change it." Ren Han knocked on the steering wheel, "That woman is not a good bird herself."

"Come with me somewhere." Ren Han said.

"Where are you going?"

Ren Han didn't speak, he turned the steering wheel and drove on a small road.

The car drove to the suburbs and stopped in front of a bungalow.

"Where is this place?" Song Yi got out of the car.

"Where I live." Ren Han pushed open the iron gate of the yard.

"You live here?"

"Ah."