The paranoid milk dog is actually me

It was inconvenient to talk in the corridor, so the two returned to the box.

"This is the USB flash drive." Xie Xingzhi moved the ashtray full of residues in front of Xie Anheng, "It has been completely burned, and it is impossible for anyone to threaten you with this in the future."

As he spoke, he turned his head to the side, and the people behind him were still hugging him like a large pillow, with their hands resting on his shoulders.

After listening to the explanation, Xie Anheng didn't seem to be too interested, so he let out a "huh" indifferently.

But whether he is interested in knowing or not, Xie Xingzhi still has to tell him the decision he made.

"I promised Xia Jiayu that I would not pursue what Shi Yao did, and I would also return the Xia family's property to him."

Xie Anheng still "hmm" for a while and didn't continue.

Xie Xingzhi continued: "Although that is also a valuable property, I am confident that the two of us will earn no worse than this in the future, what do you think?"

Xie Anheng suddenly frowned.

Before he could react what was going on, he let go of Xie Xingzhi, moved closer to the chair on the other side and sniffed.

Xie Xingzhi: "?"

Xie Xingzhi: "What are you doing, I'm discussing something serious with you..."

"So the smell on your body is left by Xia Jiayu." Xie Anheng turned around.

"..." Xie Xingzhi closed his eyes forcefully, "He will leave the country soon, and we may never see each other again from now on. He has gone through so many things during this period, and his family is almost ruined, so I agreed to let him hug--"

Xie Anheng pulled him towards him, Xie Xingzhi suddenly lost his balance, staggered and sat on his lap.

"you!"

Before the second word could be uttered, the latter hugged him almost completely.

Not only that, but also dawdling on Xie Xingzhi's right shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Xie Xingzhi's neck and chin rubbed by his short fluffy hair were all itchy.

Xie Anheng tried harder to prevent him from pushing away, and murmured in his ear: "Get rid of his smell."

The place where he rubbed was exactly where Xia Jiayu buried his head when he hugged him.

Xie Xingzhi couldn't bear it anymore, but Xie Anheng suddenly whispered again: "I had a nightmare again this morning."

"What?" Xie Xingzhi was immediately distracted by him, "What did you dream about?"

Last time in the hospital, Xie Anheng said that he dreamed of the scene of his death in the previous life, which he still hasn't forgotten.

Sure enough, as he expected, Xie Anheng said: "I dreamed that those bricks fell down again, hitting the back of your head and your arms..."

Xie Xingzhi tightened his five fingers on him.

"Anything else?" He asked, frowning.

"I also dreamed of Xie Weimao..." Xie Anheng let go of him slowly, and looked at him without blinking, "I dreamed that Xie Weimao hit me, but it was strange, I seemed to be in high school, and I was wearing the same The school uniform of No. [-] Middle School."

In this life, Xie Anheng was picked up by him as early as junior high school and transferred to No. [-] Middle School. Obviously this is impossible.

Xie Xingzhi covered his eyes.

"Also..." Xie Anheng said softly, "I also dreamed of a movie theater in the old town, and it snowed heavily, just like the day we went to the movies, but I was sitting alone outside the exit passage."

Xie Xingzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"I felt so cold, so cold, but I just kept staring at the reflection in the theater windows and just watched it like that for over an hour, watching the whole movie."

"I didn't leave until the other audience members came out. My fingers and ears were all frozen."

"Stop talking..." A painful memory that I hadn't recalled for a long time came to my mind.

Xie Xingzhi frowned even deeper.

But Xie Anheng's original intention was not in this.

He held Xie Xingzhi's hand: "That person seems to be me, his appearance and figure are exactly the same as mine, but I don't think he is me."

Everything that happened in this dream was exactly the same as the story Xie Xingzhi told him in the movie theater. Combined with the previous few dreams, Xie Anheng suddenly had an almost crazy idea in his mind.

"You just confused the two memories, the ones in the dream are all fake." Xie Xingzhi said with a sigh of relief.

But Xie Anheng still looked at him.

After a while, he scratched Xie Xingzhi's palm, as if flattering him: "But I know it's true."

"tell me."

"..."

There was a long silence in the box.

Xie Xingzhi was defeated in the end, but he was helpless and resigned to his fate: "There is nothing to hide from you."

He was just afraid that Xie Anheng would be unhappy if he found out that his initial approach had a purpose.

But Xie Xingzhi didn't expect that after he told everything, the eyes of the person holding him became brighter and brighter.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Xie Anheng couldn't even control his laughter, "Do you think I'll be unhappy if I hear that?"

Xie Xingzhi raised his hand and tapped the tip of his nose: "If it's the first time I meet you, I'll tell you this, and with your caring little temper, would you still trust me willingly?"

Indeed, if Xie Xingzhi had given him such an excuse when they met for the first time, the young Xie Anheng would probably find it unbelievable and think he was a liar.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

Xie Anheng threw herself into his chest and smiled softly.

"Are you so happy?" Xie Xingzhi was also infected by his joy.

"Yes." Xie Anheng hugged him tighter again, "I always feel that we are not close enough, and I want to be closer to you."

His brows are curved, and his pure black eyes are shining like stars: "But if this is the case, I will be the closest person you have in this world."

This is the unique and irreplaceable bond between Xie Xingzhi and him.

"..." A big stone in Xie Xingzhi's heart finally fell to the ground, and he was amused by his silly look, "Why are you so..."

Forget it, Xie Anheng's thinking is very different, and it's not the first day he knew.

As long as it makes him happy, all the better.

Xie Xingzhi looked down at him, his heart moved, he held the back of his head and pressed his lips against it.

a few months later.

Xie's company's top-level president's office.

Xie Anheng was carrying two bags of warm desserts, and as soon as he got out of the elevator door, he was pushed to the wall by Cen Xiangyang who was waiting for him.

The latter gritted his teeth: "Brother Xingzhi is almost thirty! He's not like you, he's just in his early twenties, so why can't you feel sorry for him? How many times is this the first time?"

When he came here this morning, he felt that Xie Xingzhi's voice was not right, and sure enough, he also looked tired on his face.

The weather was getting warmer, he didn't wear as many clothes as usual, and he couldn't wear a scarf as a cover. Cen Xiangyang even caught a series of suspicious marks on the back of his ears.

A series of ah!That's a string!The back was blocked by the collar, but he could assure that the sight would only get worse.

Dogs don't chew bones like this! !

He hardly had to think about it to understand what was going on.

Since this kid succeeded, he has become more and more presumptuous.

Just as Xie Anheng was about to speak, the door of the office opened.

The protagonist of the conversation between the two coughed and hoarsely said: "An Heng."

Seeing Xie Xingzhi's exhausted appearance and still supporting his waist, Cen Xiangyang gave Xie Anheng an even more vicious look.

"Xie Anheng." Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, Xie Xingzhi raised his hand to wave at him again, but he couldn't say much, and lowered his head and coughed violently again.

Xie Anheng's expression was cold: "You should think about how to tell your parents about your affairs."

Cen Xiangyang was angry: "You fucking..."

Leaving this sentence behind, he quickly followed Xie Xingzhi and helped him into the office.

The moment the door closed, Cen Xiangyang saw through the gap that Xie Anheng carefully helped Xie Xingzhi onto the chair, and then fed the sweet soup in his hand to his mouth.

He turned his head and cursed: "You son of a bitch!"

When it comes to stabbing a knife into a person's heart, Xie Anheng's skill can be regarded as perfect.

He and Zhao Zhiyin have not dared to disclose it so far, and this is also the most annoying thing for Cen Xiangyang, not one of them.

On the one hand, Zhao Hongjun reacted too violently when he learned that Xie Xingzhi was with Xie Anheng, which really frightened him, so he didn't dare to tell the old man.

Although Zhao Zhiyin said he didn't mind, Cen Xiangyang still planned to take it easy.

On the other hand...

Cen Xiangyang's parents are both traditional small businessmen, and he is even more afraid because he is the only junior in the family.

It is reckoned that it would be good if this matter is not broken.

He was humming in anger because of Xie Anheng's words, and suddenly the lounge next to him was pushed away, just in time for Zhao Hongjun and Zhao Zhiyin to come out of it.

Cen Xiangyang was puzzled at first - why are these two people in the lounge and when did they go in? Why didn't I see it...

Immediately afterwards, it turned into panic—too bad the conversation just now could not have been overheard.

Zhao Hongjun interrupted his train of thought: "Why did you tell your parents about the two of you? Xiao Cen is also looking for a partner?"

"..." Cen Xiangyang heaved a sigh of relief, faltering, "Yes."

"Hey, it's been a few years now, even the older generation like me don't pay much attention." Zhao Hongjun didn't know the seriousness of the matter, so he smiled heartily, "Little Cen, you don't have to think too scary, Parents, they just want their children to be happy, as long as you like it and love each other sincerely, they will definitely accept it, right?"

Cen Xiangyang was about to break out in a cold sweat: "That's right...that's right."

While nodding, he quickly glanced at Zhao Zhiyin who was standing behind, and hinted with his eyes that he should find a solution for Lao Tzu!

Zhao Hongjun patted him with a smile: "Don't be afraid, take your partner back bravely, and make sure your parents won't object. A boy as good as Xiao Cen must have good eyesight. If they don't agree, come find me! "

Cen Xiangyang: "..."

Zhao Zhiyin finally spoke: "Dad."

His own son even spoke, Zhao Hongjun smiled and shook his head: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything, you young people are thin-skinned and don't talk about it, look, my son is not happy when I say you, Xiao Cen."

Cen Xiangyang could only smile awkwardly.

"He's just been told by his mother to find a partner these days, and now he can't hear any topics in this area." Zhao Hongjun quickly shifted his firepower, pointing at Zhao Zhiyin, "Look, Xiao Cen has it all. I have a date, and you are still single, and I don't care about you at all."

"Xiao Cen, you have experience, give him more advice, and teach him the secrets of chasing girls."

Just as Cen Xiangyang nodded, he didn't expect Zhao Zhiyin to say coldly: "He didn't chase girls."

His eyes widened immediately, silently sending out death rays with his eyes.

Zhao Hongjun: "What?"

Zhao Hongjun: "Oh! The girl is chasing after him. He is good enough, so there is nothing to make a fuss about."

When he was finally called away by other staff in charge of the project, Cen Xiangyang pulled Zhao Hongjun past him and lowered his voice.

"Are you crazy!"

"Why am I crazy?" Zhao Zhiyin looked at him with downcast eyes, "I'm not wrong."

Cen Xiangyang: "Is this a wrong question? What if he finds out..."

"When I found out, I found out. At worst, he kicked me out of the house. It's not like I can't live without them." Zhao Zhiyin interrupted him, and walked away with his hands in his pockets as if he didn't want to talk more.

Cen Xiangyang was taken aback.

He instinctively felt that Zhao Zhiyin was angry, and it seemed that he should follow up and say something at this time.

But Cen Xiangyang opened his mouth several times behind his back, and his mind suddenly became a mess.

"Damn it." He finally cursed in a low voice, and quickly chased after Zhao Zhiyin's back.

In the afternoon, Xie's company successfully won the general project of the shanty town.

Under Xie Anheng's persuasion, Xie Xingzhi insisted on coming to the small bungalow to take a last look at the old site.

This place has been demolished into ruins in the blink of an eye, and the originally narrow path is much wider, and the stretched luxury car can barely drive in.

Through the car window, the two held hands in the back seat and looked towards the place where they first met.

"Stop the car, I'll go down and have a look." Xie Xingzhi held his hand to the door switch.

Xie Anheng held him down: "There's nothing to see, it's cold outside, and your cold will get worse later."

His cold looked scary, and everyone around him seemed to be extremely nervous, especially Xie Anheng.

But in fact it was not as serious as he thought, and it had nothing to do with Xie Anheng.

It was because Xie Xingzhi himself was lazy and didn't want him to help clean it, but because he was too tired, he accidentally fell asleep in the bathtub, and when Xie Anheng noticed something was wrong and knocked on the door, he had already caught a cold.

Xie Xingzhi reached out and tore off the thin scarf hanging around Xie Anheng's neck and wrapped it around himself, then looked up at him: "Is this enough?"

Xie Anheng: "..."

Xie Xingzhi opened the car door: "I'm not made of paper, I won't be blown away by the wind."

Xie Anheng had no choice but to get out of the car with him.

It had rained a few days ago, and the mud on the ground was mixed with bricks, which creaked when stepped on.

For Xie Xingzhi, the small bungalow was indeed nothing to see, and his destination was not here.

Xie Anheng didn't react until he walked to the old playground.

This is the construction site in his dream.

"It's all over." Xie Anheng held his hand, wanting to give him strength to make him rely on and feel at ease, "These things will never happen again."

Xie Xingzhi looked very calm, silently glanced at the playground that was also razed to the ground, turned his head and smiled at him: "Well, I know."

"Thank you sir!"

Suddenly someone shouted from behind.

Xie Xingzhi and Xie Anheng turned their heads at the same time, both of them were about [-]% to [-]% similar in their attire, at first glance they looked like twins, and the little assistant who ran towards them was stunned for half a second.

Xie Xingzhi raised the corner of his lips slightly: "Which Mr. Xie are you looking for?"

The little assistant quickly responded: "Looking for you! Mr. Xie, there is an urgent email saying that it must be handed over to you personally."

It is an international express, in the shape of a cylinder.

Xie Anheng wanted to reach out to pick it up, but Xie Xingzhi had already taken it.

He tore open the package easily.

The paper inside flattened down with a "swish"——

is a painting.

There is no signature, but with just one glance, Xie Xingzhi can tell that the person who sent it to him must be Xia Jiayu.

The person in the painting is him.

The background is the bar where they met.

It seems to be Xia Jiayu's perspective, through the bustling crowd and the mixed light and shadow, he is sitting on a chair, sipping the fine wine in his glass.

"You said you would never have any contact with him again." Xie Anheng's sour voice rang in his ears as his waist tightened.

Xie Xingzhi gently rolled up the painting and returned it to the assistant.

Then she turned her head, regardless of the crowd on the street, grabbed Xie Anheng's collar and printed it on his lips.

"I asked him to buy a painting, but not this one. He sent me a sample first to see the effect."

Xie Anheng's gaze fell straight to his lips, and it took several seconds before he remembered to ask, "What painting?"

Xie Xingzhi lowered his head, touching his forehead in the red glow of the evening, behind him was the ruins when they came.

The breeze puffed up each other's sleeves, and the two identical dark blue gemstone cufflinks shone brightly.

He said, "Draw me and you."