Eight wind does not move

Zhou Hang pushed open the iron gate of the pasture alone, and saw two people standing not far away, one was Bai Guangpin, his thin back could be recognized at a glance, and the other had broad shoulders, holding Xiao An, talking about something with Bai Guangpin, Bai Guangpin smiled easily.

"I said, Bai Zi, why is your skin still so good?"

"Natural beauty."

"busy?"

"same as usual."

Zhou Hang could vaguely hear what they were saying, which were all bits and pieces of recent developments.

"Are you really not going to stay for a few more days?"

"I don't think someone Jiang wants to see me."

"You don't have that kind of thought, maybe he doesn't want to see you." Bai Guangpin folded his arms on his chest and turned his face: "Doesn't he care about this kind of...Xiao Zhou?"

Seeing Zhou Hang approaching, Bai Guangpin frowned slightly, and pointed to the person beside him: "Let me introduce, the photographer Fang Shunjie."

"I thought we would meet again soon, how are you?" Fang Shunjie gently put Xiao An on the ground and stared at Zhou Hang.Zhou Hang also looked at the other party. He had been sitting next to him before, and he was not interested in observing the other party. Now that they were face to face, Zhou Hang could clearly see Fang Shunjie's appearance. He was half a head taller than himself, and his hair was slightly longer but not decadent. , the eyes are very bright, and the smile is very polite, but it is a kind of cold politeness.

If you want to say what impression Fang Shunjie left on Zhou Hang, he is calm, cautious, and without edges.

"You guys know each other?" Bai Guangpin was surprised.

"Coincidence." Fang Shunjie replied.

"That, Afang, he..."

"Jiang Yu's ex-boyfriend?" Zhou Hang interrupted Bai Guangpin, and looked up at Fang Shunjie: "I guess it's not a coincidence that we met..."

Wen Ming was taking care of the lamb nearby, obviously heard everything, was startled by the breaking news, covered his mouth and raised his head to look at them.

"You know." Bai Guangpin scratched his head, and asked jokingly with a serious face: "I'm a little afraid that you guys will fight in place, or should I avoid it first? Call me after the fight?"

"Why are you still like this..." Fang Shunjie shook his head helplessly: "So? Who are you from Jiang Yu now?"

"Current boyfriend." Zhou Hang bit the words viciously.

Wen Ming took in too much information, and accidentally let go of his hand, and the bamboo frame holding the baby bottle fell to the ground, and the baby bottle rolled all over the ground.

When Fang Shunjie left, Zhou Hang said he wanted to see him off. He didn't really want to see Fang Shunjie at first, but this person just has a unique temperament that people can't hate.

Fang Shunjie was a little surprised when he saw Zhou Hang coming to see him off.

"The private matter you're talking about means reuniting with Jiang Yu, right?"

"What's the matter? Want to find a place where no one is around and punch me?"

Zhou Hang shook his head: "I just want to ask you something."

Fang Shunjie nodded and signaled Zhou Hang to continue.

"I let you down."

He could guess what Fang Shunjie was thinking, Fang Shunjie was a good-looking talent, he put in so much effort to get in touch with him, and was willing to come here, he must be unwilling.

"That's not true. I just think it's not like someone Jiang Yu would like at all." Fang Shunjie didn't shy away from it at all, staring into Zhou Hang's eyes and said, "Jiang Yu's taste has suddenly changed."

"What does he like?"

"He Muqiang." Fang Shunjie's tone was flat.

"Then I think his taste has not changed." Zhou Hang kept the same smile on his face: "Come again when you have time."

"It's really a fruitless trip." Fang Shunjie continued to smile: "You know what I'm talking about, Zhou Hang."

"At least this time the photo was taken well. Go back early and participate in the exhibition early to win the prize." For the first time in Zhou Hang's life, he realized that he could still speak in such a weird way.

The expression on the other party's face was still cold and polite.

They looked at each other for a long time, and Zhou Hang felt a little tired with his neck up. Finally, Fang Shunjie lowered his gaze.

"It seems that I'm late." Fang Shunjie's expression seemed a bit regretful, Zhou Hang smiled as politely as possible, and finally squeezed out a smirk that couldn't be more forced.

He realized that it is impossible for a person to be great, and seeing Fang Shunjie's expression, he had to say that he was a little bit relieved.

"It's okay. If it's for the promotion of the Hoh Xil Reserve, it's never too late." Zhou Hang replied, after thinking about it, he added, "Thank you for your contribution."

Although Fang Shunjie comes here mostly for personal purposes, and his works are mostly used for personal purposes, but his works do play a certain role in publicity. There are unimaginable hardships behind the freezing of each photo.

Thinking of this, Zhou Hang expressed his sincere thanks.

As if feeling the sincerity of the last sentence of gratitude, Fang Shunjie looked back at Zhou Hang, and then sighed: "To be honest, I am not reconciled."

"You've always had him in your heart, haven't you?"

"Yes, I talked about it a few times afterwards, but every time I have sex with other men, even if they are very good men, the last thing I think of is Jiang Yu's face and Mount Everest prayer flags."

He put the luggage in the trunk, closed it, and got ready to get in the car.

Zhou Hang smiled and nodded: "Understood."

"It's okay, I don't want to think about it in the future, it's over..."

The driver in the car urged Fang Shunjie to leave, Fang Shunjie said please wait, and continued to tell Zhou Hang: "I am not a stalker."

Zhou Hang: "This is the best."

"By the way." Fang Shunjie took out his mobile phone from his pocket as if thinking of something: "I also want to delete some photos, but I think you might like them."

He slid his finger, sent a few pictures to Zhou Hang, then turned around and picked up the large box of equipment and got into the car.

"Goodbye, Zhou Hang,"

Zhou Hang felt the mobile phone in his pocket vibrate twice. When the car drove away, he took out his mobile phone again and saw that Fang Shunjie had sent himself three photos.

The backgrounds of the three pictures are all clear and clean blue sky, and a man in a dark green jacket occupies half of the picture.

It's Jiang Yu, but the Jiang Yu in the photo is obviously much younger, the line of his jaw is softer, and he looks like he is in his early twenties.

In the first picture, Jiang Yu is smoking a cigarette, and is slowly exhaling a stream of smoke towards the sky. The posture of raising his head is exactly the same as now.

In the second picture, he turned his head back, as if he was a little surprised to find that the other party was taking pictures of him, and the shutter caught Jiang Yu's slightly dilated pupils.

In the third picture, Jiang Yu put away his surprised expression and smiled at the camera, with a cigarette in his right hand and a very silly scissors hand in his left hand.

His smile is very innocent, different from the present smile, more mischievous, and has a kind of wicked handsomeness.

But the smile wasn't directed at him.

Zhou Hang looked at it for a long time, and realized that he was also laughing. Jiang Yu from five years ago made him feel strange and familiar, but he still wanted to laugh just looking at it.

Zhou Hang realized that he was really greedy. Whether it was five years ago or ten years ago, he wanted to get to know Jiang Yu. He regretted that he missed Jiang Yu's growth and frustration, and he wanted to participate in everything about Jiang Yu too much.

He replied: Thank you.

The message window flickered.

Fang Shunjie: I have deleted this photo, it is yours now

Zhou Hang: Yes

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Hang took another look at the young Jiang Yu smiling, and then tapped the delete button lightly.

"Finally gone."

It was Jiang Yu's voice. Zhou Hang raised his head and saw Jiang Yu wearing a peaked cap and standing behind him. He might have been standing there for a long time, but neither he nor Fang Shunjie noticed.

Seeing Jiang Yu, Zhou Hang felt that his mood, which was not going well just now, was mostly relieved.

"Aren't you going to send it?"

"I won't send it off." Jiang Yu shook his head: "I don't really want to see him."

Zhou Hang shook his head: "Do you think I will praise you?"

"Isn't it written on your face now, you've done a good job."

"Self-motivated."

After the words fell, Zhou Hang laughed, which made Jiang Yu laugh too, and the two laughed face to face for a long time.

"Baby, childish." Jiang Yu barely stopped laughing, stretched out his hand and hugged Zhou Hang into his arms, Zhou Hang naturally put his chin on Jiang Yu, took a deep breath, the smell of tobacco on Jiang Yu was very light, mixed with Refreshing shower gel scent.

"What were you looking at just now?"

"It's nothing."

"Huh? I want to see it too."

"deleted."

"Why?"

"Someone else's stuff." Zhou Hang said, putting the phone back into his pocket. His hands were exposed just now, and his joints were red from the cold. Jiang Yu took his hand and squeezed it tightly.Jiang Yu's body temperature is always higher than his own, which makes people feel at ease.

"You said that you missed it with Afang five years ago because you were not mature enough."

"Yes."

"What about you now? Are you mature enough?"

Jiang Yu smiled slightly, lowered his head and kissed Zhou Hang's forehead, and said after a while: "He came late, there is no chance."

If it was me, and I met Jiang Yu from five years ago, maybe they wouldn't start at all, maybe they would part ways hastily,

Because it is precisely this time, and it is precisely this person.

The message that Fang Shunjie sent him earlier is still on the window—now it's yours.

No, as a piece of the past, it still belongs to you, just like every piece of memory is an objective existence, has its meaning, along the way, until it becomes what it is now, and meets the most right person.

Is Jiang Yu the right person for him?

Time has its own answer, and no one else needs to answer it.

"I don't need you to give it to me, I have mine." Zhou Hang thought, leaning his head gently on Jiang Yu's shoulder again.

The author says:

Looking at the feedback, I feel that these two chapters may not be written well, and some of the things I want to write seem to have not been expressed. I will fix it when I have time. qwq In short, the couple quarreled and reconciled. This dish is chicken first... let's finish this week's list first...