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Before the meal was finished, Yang Ke received a call from Zhai Di, and went out again with a stinky face.

Yu Zhinian returned to the room and received a message from Shao Xilin.Shao Xilin said that he went to tidy up just now, showed Yu Zhinian his clean home, and told Yu Zhinian that his proposal was still valid, and he could still take Yu Zhinian in for a short time.

Thinking of what Yang Ke said "you can live until you find a house", and then glanced at the suitcase he left at the door of the room, Yu Zhinian hesitated for a while.

He thought about it, but he still didn't open the suitcase. He went to the study first to see what books he had in here.

The curtains of the study room were opened, and the green field and sky outside could be seen.

The day was sunny, and the afternoon sunlight shone on the light gray carpet in the study, making Yu Zhinian feel very warm, and his mood was not so bad for the time being.

The desk was already full of Yang Ke's things. He didn't approach, but stood by the bookshelf, recording the bibliography he kept on the shelf.

Some were bought at the original price, and some were bought with seniors and sisters, and they were all arranged according to the title of the category.

Yu Zhinian remembered it, and when he saw the "Inca Culture" that Yang Ke had taken yesterday, he took it out and took a look.

He opened the book and found that he had left many notes in the book, and for some unknown reason, he also drew some small Indians with strange postures in the place of the illustrations in the book.

According to Yu Zhinian's understanding of himself, he may have drawn it while waiting for the group meeting.

While flipping through the pages, he lamented that his notes were vivid and the Indian villain was cute, and he refuted Yang Ke's false evaluation of the book as "boring and hypnotic" in his heart, thinking that Yang Ke must have not read all the books on the bookshelf to read I find this the most hypnotic.

He read it so that he forgot the original purpose of coming, and before turning halfway through, the door of the study was opened.

Yang Ke walked in, saw him, was slightly taken aback, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Look at the books," Yu Zhinian said honestly, and couldn't help but ask, "Why is "Inca Culture" boring?"

Yang Ke glanced at him expressionlessly, closed the door of the study behind his back, walked to him, leaned against him not knowing how to keep a distance, read the book in his hand with him, and asked, "Isn't it boring. "

He raised his finger and pointed at the villain in Yu Zhi's New Year's painting: "I'm not bored, you are scribbling here."

"Is this graffiti?" Yu Zhinian retorted, "This is a supplementary illustration."

Yang Ke was silent for a few seconds, and said to Yu Zhinian, "You say yes."

He withdrew his hand, but did not walk away from Yu Zhinian, Yu Zhinian paused, and asked Yang Ke: "Are you going to work?"

"I thought you didn't come back so early." Yu Zhinian raised his hand and looked at his watch, Yang Ke only went out for more than an hour.

"Zhai Di asked me to meet an investor," Yang Ke said to him, "The new fundraising is about to close, and I'm a bit busy these days. They were eating, and I sat for a while and left."

Yang Ke rarely talked so much with Yu Zhinian before. Yu Zhinian was not used to it and didn't know what to say. He closed the book and asked Yang Ke, "Are you going to use the study?"

Yang Ke looked at Yu Zhinian, seemed to think about it, and said, "If you want to read, you can keep it."

Yang Ke's tone was very tolerant, even friendly and polite, which made Yu Zhinian stand still uneasy, not knowing whether to stay with the trend or leave wisely.

"Won't I disturb you if I keep it?" In the end, Yu Zhinian asked him unexpectedly.

The two of them stood very close. Yu Zhinian should not have dared to look at Yang Ke, but he still did.Yang Ke calmly said "no".

Yu Zhinian said: "Okay." He randomly picked up a book from the bookcase and sat down on the sofa opposite the desk.

Yu Zhinian slowly flipped through the book page by page, but he didn't understand anything. He just sat quietly near Yang Ke for a while.

In fact, Yu Zhinian and Yang Ke were never at war.It's just that from a certain moment, because of his grandfather's will and Yu Zhinian's liking that he couldn't hide, Yang Ke's special slack disappeared when he got along with him, and he became resistant and closed.

The atmosphere in the study that afternoon made Yu Zhinian feel that perhaps because the relationship between them had come to an end, Yang Ke was willing to let go of his unhappiness and resistance and give Yu Zhinian a peaceful farewell.

The room was quiet for a long time. Yu Zhinian was distracted, pretending to read a book, turned the book halfway through, and suddenly heard Yang Ke say, "Has Ning City changed a lot?"

Yu Zhinian raised his head and looked at Yang Ke. Yang Ke put the computer aside and looked at him.Yu Zhinian looked at him for a while, and said, "It's a bit big."

"How long has it been since you went back?" Yu Zhinian asked.Since college, Yang Ke and Yu Zhinian haven't gone back to see grandpa together.Yu Zhinian is always alone.

"Five or six years," Yang Ke said, "I forgot."

"I've only been to Xinshi a few times to see my dad." He said to Yu Zhinian again.

"Do you really dislike Ning City?" Yu Zhinian looked at Yang Ke and couldn't help saying.

Yang Ke looked at him for a few seconds, then suddenly looked away, and said, "No, I just don't want to see him."

Maybe Yang Ke really seemed to be talking to him for the last time. Yu Zhinian didn't control himself well, and then said, "You don't want to see me either."

He saw Yang Ke froze for a moment, looked up at himself, and after a while, said in a low voice, "No."

"I told you," Yang Ke said after a pause, "Don't think too much about it."

Yu Zhinian stopped talking.

They didn't talk any more, they stayed in the study until five o'clock, Yu Zhinian went back to his room and changed into a suit, and followed Yang Ke out for dinner.

The restaurant is in the center of Rosser District, it should not be opened yet, it is very newly decorated, and only received two of their guests.

The chef introduced each dish and paired the dishes with different wines.

Yu Zhinian's drinking capacity is okay, but Yang Ke's is not very good.Yang Ke usually doesn't touch alcohol, but this night, for some reason, he drank some. When the meal was over, Yu Zhinian felt that Yang Ke had drunk a little too much.

Because when the chef asked about the situation of the dishes, Yang Ke gave each dish a score coldly, which he usually would not do.

Seeing Yang Ke drinking too much, Yu Zhinian wanted to laugh, so he lowered his head and smiled for a while, but when Yang Ke found out, Yang Ke was very dissatisfied and said, "What are you laughing at?"

Yu Zhinian immediately said: "No, I didn't laugh."

It was already dark when they walked out of the restaurant, and the driver was waiting outside the gate.

After getting in the car, Yang Ke leaned back on the back seat and closed his eyes.

Relying on Yang Ke's inability to see, Yu Zhinian boldly looked at Yang Ke's face carefully in the dim light.Yang Ke doesn't look good when he drinks, and if it wasn't for the obvious change in his demeanor, Yu Zhinian wouldn't be able to tell that he drank too much.

Yang Ke breathed evenly, as if he was asleep, and he didn't look so unapproachable.

Yu Zhinian looked at it for a while, wondering if Yang Ke's face was hot. He looked up at the rearview mirror. The driver was driving seriously and couldn't see what was going on in the back row, so he carefully stretched out his hand and touched it with the back of his hand. Yang Ke's face.

Yang Ke's face was warm, neither hot nor cold, normal body temperature, just as Yu Zhinian felt that he was about to withdraw his hand, Yang Ke opened his eyes and looked at Yu Zhinian expressionlessly.

"...There is something dirty on your face," Yu Zhinian said nonsense, "I'm cleaning it for you."

Yang Ke looked at Yu Zhinian quietly, and after a few seconds, he said, "Have you erased it?"

"Erase it." Yu Zhinian said quickly.

Yang Ke said politely, "Thank you."

Yu Zhinian almost laughed, but held back, looked out of the car window, pretending nothing happened.

The car was very quiet. Yu Zhinian looked at the neon lights on the street, street lights, and the dark night sky. After watching for a while, he suddenly thought that today might be the last time he sat with Yang Ke like this.

I don't know who Yang Ke will drink too much in front of or go to the restaurant with in the future—Yu Zhinian forced himself to think of this and stop thinking about it.

They passed a bridge and would soon arrive at Yang Ke's house.

When Yu Zhinian heard Yang Ke calling his name, he turned his head to look.

Yang Ke's face was in the dark, and he asked him in a tone without much emotion: "Do you think you can't bear this kind of life?"

Yu Zhinian didn't know what Yang Ke meant, so he said "ah".

"It's not bad for you to accept the trust," Yang Ke said, "You won't be able to earn the shares and money he gave you in a few lifetimes."

He asked Yu Zhinian: "Why don't you?"

Yu Zhinian looked at Yang Ke, but still didn't understand whether Yang Ke was laughing at him for not being able to make money, or simply curious about his motive for rejecting trust.

"Why?" He asked again, as if he must ask Yu Zhinian for an explanation today.

Yu Zhinian felt a little helpless, and guessed that Yang Ke might really be drinking too much, and he couldn't figure out how to tell him. If he wanted to make it clear, he should find an excuse at will to fool the problem.

When the car drove into the gate, Yang Ke suddenly seemed to give up asking. He approached Yu Zhinian, held Yu Zhinian's arm, and slowly put his head on Yu Zhinian's shoulder.

His forehead was against Yu Zhinian's shoulder, and his hair was tied to Yu Zhinian's neck and chin.

Yu Zhinian didn't know if this was a farewell ceremony. He smelled the perfume that belonged to adults, work, and success on Yang Ke, not the laundry used by the nanny in their childhood villa in Ning City. Aromatherapy smell.

This smell made Yu Zhinian feel very strange, a little dazed.He felt that the current Yang Ke was taller and more difficult to reach.He could no longer catch up.

"Yang Ke." Yu Zhinian called his name.

Yang Ke gave a low "hmm" on his shoulder.

Yang Ke's voice was like electricity, as if passing through the shoulder skin to Yu Zhinian's brain and heart.

So Yu Zhinian didn't say anything anymore, it was very useless, he felt like a despicable, law-abiding, self-aware thief, using the arm that was not held down by Yang Ke, very lightly resting on Yang Ke's back , leading to the full embrace he never had.