Director, I know your secret

When An Zhenyuan returned to the apartment, the room was in darkness, he threw the key on the shoe cabinet, dragged his tired body and lay heavily on the sofa.

An Zhenyuan saw Peng Yan's passion for work with his own eyes.He is not afraid that the young man will lose his job because of the exposure of his homosexuality. He can find them again, and he believes that the other party will not care about them. But when he heard that Wei Yiming ruined him and left him with nothing, he was a little scared.

Peng Yan was not crooked in the first place, it was his own wishful thinking that dragged him into the water, maybe Yuan Qing's precedent was enough for grief, he didn't want Peng Yan to be like that, even he was afraid that Peng Yan's father would tell the young man that he was not allowed to wear filial piety.

An Zhenyuan would feel distressed, sad, blame himself, and feel deeply guilty.

The sudden ringtone made An Zhenyuan startled. He determined the direction of the sound source, then got up and walked to the bedroom. After seeing a series of strange calls, he hesitated before answering, "Hello, who is there?"

"Brother Yuan, I'm a small group."

"Xiaoqun," An Zhenyuan showed a little joy, walked to the shoe cabinet, took off his shoes and put them on the shoe cabinet, "Let me guess, have you passed the exam?"

Zhou Qun smiled shyly on the other end of the phone, "Brother Yuan, you are amazing, you can guess everything."

An Zhenyuan smiled, "You don't need to guess, you have the strength yourself."

"Thank you," Zhou Qun was silent for a second or two, then said cautiously, "Brother Yuan."

An Zhenyuan could hear that the other party hesitated to speak, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I, I miss you a lot," Zhou Qun paused, and tried to say, "Can I go to your house and identify you?"

An Zhenyuan chuckled, "Why not? Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'm at the school gate."

"Wait a minute, I'll be right there."

"Okay."

An Zhenyuan hung up the phone, and found that there were more than 20 missed calls, and the battery of the phone was out of shock. He shook his head and smiled, thinking that it must be Zhou Qun, a brat.

He went to the bedroom and connected the charger.

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After working overtime for a while, Peng Yan felt like returning home. He first went to the hospital to visit Yuan Qing, said something, and the atmosphere was a bit cold, so he said goodbye awkwardly. He learned from Wei Tao that An Zhenyuan had already returned home up.

He bought some ingredients on the road, called An Zhenyuan, but found no one answered, guessing that the other party hadn't arrived home yet, so he sent a WeChat message, saying that he would arrive at the apartment in a while.

He was going to cook a meal for An Zhenyuan. These days, he found that the other party stayed up late and lost weight.

Carrying two bags of vegetables, Peng Yan threw off his shoes, turned on the light and went straight to the kitchen. After walking two steps, he turned back and arranged the shoes neatly.

He ordered some of the dishes he bought, and thought out a few recipes in his mind, and then realized that An Zhenyuan likes sweet food, so he changed the braised pork ribs into sweet and sour pork ribs.

When Peng Yan was making corn soup, he heard the sound of the door opening. He did not turn his head while he was thickening the corn soup, and said to An Zhenyuan who was behind him: "Xiao Shanzi, you are lucky, I will cook for you today. .”

An Zhenyuan looked at Peng Yan's busy back, felt sour in his heart, and didn't answer immediately. At this time, the young man who didn't get a response turned his head in doubt.

"Hey, Le is so stupid..." Peng Yan held up the shovel, saw An Zhenyuan and Zhou Qun standing together, unable to say anything later, he smiled stiffly, "Yo, who is this?"

Zhou Qun raised his eyebrows, snorted quietly, then put on a pure smile, tugged at An Zhenyuan's clothes, and waited for the introduction.

"Oh, this is Zhou Qun," An Zhenyuan changed his shoes, walked to Peng Yan, and took the shovel from his hand, "Get tired, let me come."

"You can start the pot with a flower, don't overdo it," Peng Yan was happy, leaning against the wall with his arms folded, "Stir-fry the rice and sausage later, it will be ok."

"Well," An Zhenyuan replied sullenly, and then said to Zhou Qun: "Xiaoqun, this is Peng Yan, just call him Brother Yan."

"Brother Yan." Zhou Qun called obediently, flattening his sleeves, "Brother Yuan, is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's over, it's finished, Peng Yan is done, I'll just fry the rice, you go," An Zhenyuan turned off the natural gas, saw that Zhou Qun was not moving, and stood at the door with Peng Yan, with a pair of couplets As if, he handed the bowls and chopsticks to Zhou Qun, "Yes, set the bowls and chopsticks."

After sending Zhou Qun away, An Zhenyuan pinched Peng Yan's nose, "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

Peng Yan rolled his eyes straight, feeling as if his credit was being robbed, so he lazily walked to the living room and sat down on the sofa.

An Zhenyuan looked at the young man's back, and he blinked, feeling as uncomfortable as if a big rock was blocked in his heart.

Zhou Qun placed the table and chopsticks, Peng Yan crossed his legs, and pressed the remote control. This point was basically news, and finally it was fixed on the movie channel, and the remote control was thrown aside.

"Hey!" Peng Yan raised his chin to Zhou Qun.

Zhou Qun looked up at Peng Yan, a little impatiently, "Why?"

"Have you ever had sex?" Peng Yan bared his teeth and smiled, not to mention his bad expression.

Zhou Qun didn't expect that Peng Yan would ask so directly, so unscrupulously, "swipe", his face was as red as a steamed shrimp, dripping with blood.

"Looking at your bearish appearance, I guess you don't have one." Peng Yan picked out his ears and licked his teeth, "You live like this at night? If you do, let me tell you, if you hear any movement in the bedroom in the living room at night, don't make a fuss." How are you!"

After Zhou Qun knew what Peng Yan was referring to, his angry eyes could eat people.

Peng Yan laughed heartlessly, "Boy, you are so funny!!"

Zhou Qun sneered, and quickly regained his composure, "Are you showing that you are not confident? Everyone is an imaginary enemy? It seems that Brother Yuan doesn't like you very much either."

Peng Yan shrugged, "That's right, I've only been waiting for me for 20 years."

Zhou Qun looked at Peng Yan's face and thought for a while, then heheed twice, "Oh, so you are Neibai Yueguang?"

"What's the matter?"

Zhou Qun said "go", then turned around and went to the kitchen to serve the dishes, "So it's not so good!"

Peng Yan was taken aback by what he said, and Mimi cursed in a low voice towards the kitchen, "You are not so good!!"

After eating and letting go, Zhou Qun reluctantly said goodbye. Before he left, he firmly held Peng Yan's hand, "Brother Yan, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Peng Yan remained calm, he didn't take it back, thinking that it's a child, it's not up to him.

When resting at night, Peng Yan came out of the bathroom and found that An Zhenyuan was leaning against the head of the bed a little depressed, his eyes didn't know where to focus, and the cigarette in his hand almost burned his fingers.

Knowing that he was worried about Uncle Yuan, Peng Yan didn't say anything, walked over to sit by the bed, took the cigarette butt from his hand and pressed it out in the ashtray.

An Zhenyuan came back to his senses, looked at the shirtless young man, and his eyes fell on the Buddha's head on his chest. He raised his hand and touched the writing on the back, feeling uncomfortable for a moment.

Peng Yan suddenly remembered the matter of Yuan Qing and Yuan Chu. He patted An Zhenyuan's hand and said, "Have you met Wei Yiming's wife?"

"Ah."

"Tell me, is Yuan Chu the younger sister of Uncle Yuan?"

An Zhenyuan stiffened for a moment, he withdrew his hand and lowered his head, not wanting the other party to see his panicked eyes, "How is it possible, if yes, we will recognize each other on the spot."

"That's right." Peng Yan nodded, and he patted An Zhenyuan's shoulder, "It's okay, isn't the effect of chemotherapy now okay? We still have hope."

An Zhenyuan smiled reluctantly, he rubbed Peng Yan's face, trying to engrave the person in front of him into his bones, "Ask you a question."

"You said."

"Why don't you recognize your father?"

Peng Yan was taken aback, then scratched his hair, "The child has no mother, it's a long story."

He lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and flicked the ash, "My mother's suicide was related to him. He had an affair and made his belly bigger. I almost chopped him to death when I found out. Pressure, the two of them failed, that's it."

"What about that child?"

"It's said that she had a flow," Peng Yan put out the cigarette butt. "At that time, the woman said she was pregnant. I don't know if she was pregnant. I probably didn't. I also moved, and I don’t need him for a penny. He apologized to me later, but I didn’t accept it. What’s the use of telling me, can my mother live? It’s ridiculous.”

An Zhenyuan rubbed Peng Yan's hair, and pulled him into his arms, "But I think he still loves you, and you still care about him."

"Hey," Peng Yan sighed, "Who said it wasn't, the last time I saw his white hair, I felt pretty good and couldn't bear it, but when I thought about all the things in the past, I just couldn't forgive him."

An Zhenyuan smiled and patted him on the back, "Fool, are you tired?"

Peng Yan put his chin on An Zhenyuan's shoulder, and smiled helplessly, "Actually, I am quite envious of Uncle Wei and Uncle Yuan. Although it is not easy for them to be together, they have stayed together for so many years."

Peng Yan pushed An Zhenyuan away and looked at him, "Hey, do you think we will do the same in the future?"

"What?"

"Grow old slowly!!"

An Zhenyuan's heart froze, he looked at Peng Yan affectionately, he raised his hands heavily, and kissed him gently as if holding a precious gift.

"can you?"

"I hope so."

That night, An Zhenyuan did it again and again, as if it would never be enough, he didn't say obscene words while being gentle and considerate as usual, he just pushed hard, piercing through the youth, with a hint of despair .

In the middle of the night, Peng Yan fell asleep tiredly, feeling drowsy that water was dripping on his neck, he wanted to reach out and touch it, and the next moment, An Zhenyuan branded a nostalgic kiss.