After becoming the personal model of the boss

Zhou An is back.

At the dinner table, He Xiancheng brought vegetables to Zhou Shangan.

He Xiancheng's hands trembled a little, Zhou Shang'an looked at the scars on his hands and didn't speak.

It wasn't until He Xiancheng withdrew his hand that Zhou Shangan raised his eyes. He looked at the room nonchalantly, "Is it your shop?"

He Xiancheng responded, "Yes."

After a short pause, He Xiancheng said again: "I rented a house from an uncle's house here, and decorated it briefly."

"Business is good." Zhou Shangan deliberately avoided the wall with his portraits and photos.

He Xiancheng smiled, looked at Zhou Shangan, and said, "This location is good."

Zhou Shang'an knew about it all these days, and He Xiancheng told him all about it in the letter.

Zhou Shangan sat opposite He Xiancheng, and he stared at He Xiancheng.

Seven years is a long time, He Xiancheng seems to have changed, but it seems nothing has changed.

He Xiancheng went to pick up vegetables for Zhou Shang, and as soon as Zhou Shangan's hand touched the water glass, He Xiancheng filled it up for him.

He Xiancheng served Zhou Shangan a bowl of rice, and when he handed it in front of him, he said, "What are you thinking?" He found that Zhou Shangan had been looking at him.

Zhou Shang'an met He Xiancheng's eyes.

He Xiancheng's eyes were dark and his eyelashes were long. For a moment, Zhou Shang'an felt that the two of them seemed to have returned to He Xiancheng's small rented room. It was the first time they ate

rice.

He was stunned.

Without waiting for Zhou Shangan to continue, He Xiancheng turned his head and sat down opposite, "What's next? Where are you going?"

"Go home," Zhou Shangan lowered his head, looked at the rice grains in the bowl, and said calmly, "I'll be back in two days."

He Xiancheng nodded, he went to pick up vegetables for Zhou Shang, and replied: "Okay."

After a short pause, He Xiancheng said again: "It just so happens that I want to go back too."

Hearing this, Zhou Shangan's eyelids twitched, and he looked at He Xiancheng, who lowered his eyes and ate quietly.

Zhou Shang'an picked up the rice grains in the bowl.

Unexpectedly, meeting again was not as exciting as he had imagined, on the contrary, it was very flat, with many complicated emotions intertwined, and my heart felt a little dull, but things seemed to develop like this.

Zhou Shangan said softly: "Okay."

In the past two days, He Xiansheng took Zhou Shangan to visit the surrounding scenic spots.

It's funny to say that this is the first time that Zhou Shang'an has seriously appreciated these scenic spots after coming here for seven years.

He Xiancheng did not mention many places, but he is very familiar with them, he has seen them in those paintings and photos.

There is a snow mountain in front of me, the top of the mountain is covered with white snow, the clouds and mist shroud the top, and when the wind blows, the tip is exposed.

"When there is sun, it will be very beautiful." He Xiancheng looked at the top of the mountain and said, "It's a pity."

He Xiancheng sighed, "The weather today is not good, it is cloudy and there is no sun."

Zhou Shang'an stood a little behind He Xiancheng, looking at He Xiancheng's back.

He Xiancheng's hair was short, just covering his scalp, and there were some broken hairs on his forehead. When the wind blew, his hair swayed messily in the air.

Zhou Shang'an is a green stubble.

After not hearing Zhou Shang'an's words for a long time, He Xiancheng turned his head and saw Zhou Shang'an looking at him silently.

He Xiancheng smiled, approached, touched the green stubble on Zhou Shang Anqi's scalp, and asked, "Is it cold?"

Zhou Shang'an looked at He Xiancheng and said nothing, his nose was red, and he didn't know if it was cold.

He Xiancheng took out the hat from his bag and put it on for Zhou Shangan, "Wear it well, don't take it this time."

Zhou Shangan didn't want to wear a hat, so he put it on when he went out, but he took it off again on the way.

Zhou Shang'an still didn't speak.

There are many mountains here. When he was in the army, he saw mountains the most, with snow, with snow melting, and without snow.

"There is a lake in front," He Xiancheng looked into Zhou Shang'an's eyes, his voice was very soft, "Do you still want to see it? Are you tired?"

In the past, Zhou Shang'an would feel tired after walking a few steps.

Zhou Shang'an shook his head, then nodded again, "Let's go again."

He Xiancheng suddenly remembered that Zhou Shang'an had been in the army for the past few years, so he smiled to himself, his eyes were a little lonely, and it was fleeting.

"The past few years have been very tiring..."

Before He Xiancheng finished speaking, several human voices came from a distance, followed by several moving figures.People who come here to travel.

Until those figures walked away, Zhou Shangan turned his head and looked at He Xiancheng, "What did you just say?"

He Xiancheng didn't continue talking, he pulled Zhou Shang'an's hat brim to cover his slightly frozen red ears, with gentle eyes, he said: "It's nothing, just tell us when you're tired, and we'll go back."

Zhou Shangan lowered his eyes and nodded.

He Xiancheng stretched out his hand towards Zhou Shangan.

Zhou Shang'an was stunned for two seconds. He looked at the hand. He Xiancheng's hand had fine scars, which were the injuries he suffered when he was looking for him.

These seven years are very long, he was in the army, He Xiancheng was at the foot of the mountain, He Xiancheng wrote letters to him, seven years of letters, when he was discharged from the army, the letter paper was piled up as high as a hill.

He and He Xiancheng have been separated for seven years, but it seems that they have not separated. He knows what He Xiancheng has done in these seven years, and He Xiancheng has told him.

In the middle of the night, things from the past still popped up in his mind occasionally, but each time they became lighter. It's not that he didn't try to give up, but even so, it was He Xiancheng who remained in his memory and moved his heart.

Now he is back.

Zhou Shang'an raised his hand and held it lightly. He Xiancheng's palm was rough but warm.

Zhou Shang'an's hand was a little cold, and when he held He Xiancheng, He Xiancheng seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then He Xiancheng held his hand tightly.He Xiancheng's voice was a little hoarse, he looked down at Zhou Shang'an, his eyes were a little red, and said softly, "Let's go."

Zhou Shang'an looked at the hands that the two shook hands, without looking up, he responded softly, "Yes."

He Xiancheng rubbed the back of Zhou Shangan's hand with his fingertips, feeling at ease and satisfied like never before.

He thought that if he held on tightly this time, he would never let go again.

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It's late, I finally got free recently, there should be two extra chapters.