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Ning Zhi, choose me.

The moment Ning Zhi saw this sentence, his mind went blank.

He exited the private message interface, clicked on the homepage of sarcophagi, and frantically scrolled down to refresh. His fingers moved faster and faster, and countless texts and pictures flew in his field of vision, forming a blurred band of light. Soon, Weibo reached the bottom, and Ning Zhi I swiped vigorously, but nothing came out, so I stopped.

He was dizzy, panting, hot, and generally miserable.

Sarcophagi's Weibo is extremely simple. Ning Zhi didn't find any clues. After thinking about it, he downloaded a subscription account assistant app in the app store and logged into the background of the WeChat official account.

His official account is also called "The Grape of Zeuxis". After his father passed away, Ning Zhi never updated the article. The last time he logged in was eight months ago. Everything was calm and lonely.

But this time it was different, something changed.

Ning Zhi picked an article at random, and scrolled to the end without looking at the content. In the appreciation list, the only user had a profile picture that Ning Zhi was very familiar with. For several months, he could always see it on WeChat, during sleepless nights , and sent harassing messages to the other party.

Sarcophagi turned out to be Jiang Chan.

Ning Zhi supported his head, trying to digest this unbelievable fact.

He doesn't understand.If they had a relationship long ago, why didn't Jiang Chan reveal his identity when they met for the first time?

He was thinking dully, his mood was ups and downs like a roller coaster, sad at first, excited for a while in the middle, and finally fell into a low ebb again. Facing the exquisite postcard, he had no inspiration at all, and he couldn't write the gorgeous and touching words in his imagination. A moving love letter.

"There won't be any secrets kept from me." Ning Zhi poked Jiang Chan's photo on the screen to vent his anger, and slowly lay down on the table.

The next day was Saturday, the sky was clear, white clouds were floating, the temperature was much higher than the previous days, and the mountains beside the road had completely lost their flowers. Everyone said that summer in Lujiang was coming.

Jiang Chan came out of the bathroom, his body was wet, his hair was still dripping, and he didn't wear shoes. He went to the kitchen barefoot, opened the refrigerator, took a bottle of sea salt soda, and drank most of it in one go.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room were brightly illuminated by the sun, and there was a bright and beautiful scene inside and outside the house. Jiang Chan wanted to find a dark place to stay. After looking around, only the shoe cabinet in the entrance barely fit.

He sat on the shoe-changing stool and kicked the elephant's trunk with his heel. From this, he remembered that Ning Zhi liked this cartoon stool very much, and would play with it for a long time every time he came to the house.

From last night until now, Ning Zhi hasn't sent him any messages, and the private messages on Weibo have not been read. He probably already knows that he and Sarcophagi are the same person.Jiang Chan didn't want to confess this matter at first, but when Tan Guangsheng appeared suddenly, he was caught off guard and could only play this card hastily.It's not very glorious, but it doesn't care about face.

If it doesn't work, he has other plans. In short, no one can take Ning Zhi away from him.

The phone rang, Jiang Chan glanced at it and picked it up: "How is it?"

"Mr. Jiang, I checked that person, and the specific information has been sent to your email. He arrived in Lujiang a month ago and is currently working in Ai Ying Securities Investment Company."

"Ai Ying..."

The assistant reminded at the right time: "You should have heard that their general manager Xiang Wenyang is an equestrian enthusiast and a friend of Chairman Jiang."

"What a coincidence." Even God was helping him.

The assistant didn't dare to say anything, but Jiang Chan was in a good mood: "I see, thank you for your hard work."

He opened WeChat, and the last conversation he had with Ning Zhi was his questioning: "Is it just a roommate?" Ning Zhi didn't reply.

Jiang Chan leaned against the cabinet and pondered, torn between returning to Xiyuan or calling his father, when he suddenly heard faint footsteps coming from outside the door, and the sound was getting closer and closer, as if he had stopped at his house the door.who?Jiang Chan frowned vigilantly.

A few seconds later, he saw a piece of paper slipped through the crack in the door.The size of a greeting card or postcard, with graffiti printed on it, like weeds growing from rocks, centimeter by centimeter, it is very difficult to drill into the house.

After it was half-stuffed, the postcard got stuck. The people outside tried several times, but couldn't squeeze it in, so they pulled it back in desperation.Jiang Chan curled the corner of his mouth and held back his laughter. He walked over quietly, opened the anti-theft door a narrow gap, then clamped the postcard between two fingers, quickly pulled it over, and slammed his shoulder to close the door.

"ah!"

There was an exclamation immediately outside.

Jiang Chan looked at the postcard in his hand. It had a Pop Art style painting on the front and a commemorative stamp on the back. A few lines of words were written in the blank space, neat and neat.

Jiang Chan: I love you.Like Monet's water lilies, Cézanne's apples, and Van Gogh's sunflowers, you are my endless source of love and beauty, and the ultimate destination of all my enthusiasm.I am willing to take risks for you.

At the signing place, a little turtle was lying on all fours, with a few small characters written on its stomach: Can you forgive me?

"Jiang Chan!" The mysterious visitor finally came to his senses, knocking on the door angrily.

Jiang Chan unlocked the door, and Ning Zhi rushed in, blushing and snatching the things in his hand: "Give it back to me!"

Relying on his height, Jiang Chan raised the postcard above his head, resisted Ning Zhi's attack with only his left hand, and said with a smile, "Isn't this for me? My name is still written on it."

"No, I'll take it back, take it back!" Ning Zhi fought with him on tiptoe, the two of them tripped over each other and fell on the sofa together.Jiang Chan lay on the floor and let out a cry of pain. Ning Zhi hurriedly got up, ignoring the rush, and asked nervously, "Are you all right? Where is the pressure?"

Jiang Chan winked downward.

Ning Zhi regarded him as a hooligan and glared at him, but he didn't dare to be reckless anymore, and sat down peacefully beside him.Jiang Chan was half lying down, his bathrobe was loose, revealing a part of his chest. He knew that Ning Zhi was peeping, so he didn't tie it up. Instead, he read the contents of the postcard slowly: "Jiang Chan, I love—"

"Hey!"

Some love words written on paper are very romantic, but reading them in person is very embarrassing. Ning Zhi couldn't sit still, so he rushed to grab the postcard. He grabbed his wrist and pulled it in front of him.For the next ten seconds, none of them spoke, their bodies were close together, the tips of their noses were two centimeters apart, their cheeks were warmed by the other's breath, Ning Zhi observed Jiang Chan with unprecedented seriousness, his slightly raised eyebrows The bones, the raised nose bridge, the tiny bit of teeth exposed between the lips, and even the movement of each eyebrow.

"Do you really love me?" Jiang Chan stretched out a hand and stroked Ning Zhi's hair hanging on his forehead.

Ning Zhi blinked shyly, his eyes averted a little, but his tone was very sure: "Yes."

"What you said before... the future is unpredictable, the deeper the love, the greater the harm, don't you care?"

Ning Zhi scratched Jiang Chan's collarbone, and acted unskillfully: "If I were with you, I would be willing to face those bad things."

Jiang Chan let out a low "oh", pressed the back of Ning Zhi's head, moved his neck forward, and touched his lips.They kissed briefly, then parted, staring at each other in silence.Jiang Chan's fingers inserted into Ning Zhi's hair, they were dry and warm, light and soft, just like the feeling Ning Zhi had always given him.He looked at Ning Zhi for a long time, then approached him again, and kissed him deeply and for a long time.

The sun was still very strong, shining unscrupulously in the living room, Jiang Chan put his arms around Ning Zhi, hooked his fingers a few times, as if unintentionally lifted the hem of his clothes, and touched the smooth and warm skin.

Ning Zhi leaned on Jiang Chan's chest, panting and said, "I didn't intend to lie about Tan Guangsheng, and it's not a good memory for me either. Jiang Chan, can you forgive me?"

Jiang Chan didn't answer right away, which made Ning Zhi very uneasy. He moved and knocked Jiang Chan's chin, and quickly leaned back to avoid it.

"Be careful," Jiang Chan clasped his shoulders, rubbed Ning Zhi's forehead, and said with a smile, "Who can not forgive the little turtle."

Ning Zhi also laughed, embarrassingly buried his face in Jiang Chan's open bathrobe, because it was buried tightly, he was a little short of breath, I don't know which tendon was wrong, he suddenly licked Jiang Chan's chest .

Immediately after the world was turned upside down, the positions of the two were quickly switched. Jiang Chan pressed Ning Zhi, kissed his browbones, eyelids, nose tip and lips. Ning Zhi was dizzy, and by the time he realized it, Jiang Chan was about to strip his pants .

"Hey!" Ning Zhi quickly grabbed his wrist, secretly sighing that the warm time is always so short, "It's daytime."

"What's the matter during the day?" Jiang Chan acted as if it was a matter of course, stroking Ning Zhi's thigh impatiently.

"Jiang Chan, let's exchange secrets." Ning Zhi sat up, took the initiative to kiss him, and said, "I'll tell you about the grievances between Tan Guangsheng and me, tell me how you met me, and everything else... matter."

He has sincere eyes, a stubborn expression, and a wonderful fragrance exudes from his body, like lotus seeds that have just been peeled off in a summer evening.Bewitched by Ning Zhi's voice and smell, Jiang Chan couldn't help pecking his lips several times, and said softly, "Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know."