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When the fish is stewed, it is time for meal.

Intoxicated and smelled, woke up "in due time".When he opened the door and came out, Liu Heng had just brought the fish to the table.

Yan Mingyang leaned against the glass door beside him, wearing an apron printed with roses outside his gray apricot trousers, as if he had knocked over the palette on a vivid line draft.

Liu Heng claims that cooking fish is based on feeling, taste and seriousness, and there are no fixed and lifeless rules. Yan Mingyang thinks that Liu Heng is talking nonsense.

Yan Mingyang has an excellent memory, and he wrote down a precise and demanding list by observation, down to minutes and seconds, and how many grams of something he put in.

"Are you awake?" Hearing the sound of the door opening, he put down his phone and looked up, smiling, "The fish is ready."

Shen Zui nodded.He rubbed his eyes, as if he had just woken up.

"I want to make rice with fish soup."

Although Yan Mingyang is not good at cooking fish, he can still serve rice.He served Shen Zui half a bowl of rice and poured thick white fish soup on it.

Liu Heng glanced at the time, "Then I'll go first, I have something to do tonight."

Shen Zui, who had just sat down, put down the bowl in his hand and raised his head.

"It's true." Liu Heng clicked his tongue helplessly.He patted Shenzui's shoulder, "I originally made an appointment in the afternoon to talk about things, but I changed it to the evening."

"...Oh." Shen Zui picked up the bowl silently, and continued to pick up the rice bit by bit, "Bye bye."

Yan Mingyang just took off his apron.He hung the apron on the back of the chair and smiled gracefully, "I'll give it to you."

"No need." Liu Heng didn't bother to greet Yan Mingyang at all, "Free things are the most expensive."

Yan Mingyang: "..."

"Did you buy this fish?" After Liu Heng left, Shen Zui asked indifferently.

Yan Mingyang was a little embarrassed, but fortunately he was always good at dealing with all kinds of occasions, so he pulled out his chair and sat down, "Yes."

"The fish seller recognized Liu Heng and wanted to give it away for free."

"I also want to avoid risks. What if the boss uses this for publicity in the future? A fish is not worth the publicity fee."

Shen Zui pursed his lips.He had finished grilling half of the rice, and was picking a piece of fish meat.

"So all your kindness to others is waiting to be rewarded one day—it's like an investment."

Yan Mingyang was stunned for a while before picking up his chopsticks, and said frankly, "Most of them are."

"Interacting with people is also very tiring. I'm actually very introverted."

Shen Zui seemed to have heard some bad joke from hell, and put down the half-bone fish, "What?"

Yan Mingyang knew that Shen Zui didn't believe it, so he smiled nonchalantly.

"To judge whether a person is introverted, it is not by whether he has social skills, but by whether he is happy or depleted in getting along with others."

"Ability can be learned, but character is hard to change."

"Are you going to wear out too?" Shen Zui's expression changed slightly.

"Of course." Yan Mingyang added a spoonful of soup to Shen Zui, "I'm not a god."

"Although I am very talented, most of the things I can do are acquired through unremitting efforts."

Shen Zui didn't speak, he lowered his head and took a sip of the warm fish soup, licking his lower lip habitually.

"What I'm really good at is complex but regular and pure affairs. I hate all useless, inefficient, superficial and lengthy things." Yan Mingyang paused, "Such as socializing, such as giving and receiving without knowing the truth or falsehood." goodwill."

"When I get along with everyone, I'm essentially consuming energy." Looking at Shen Zui, he seemed to think about it for a moment, and decided not to mention Liang Ce's matter for the time being, "Except——"

"Except for me?" Shen Zui raised his head nonchalantly.

Yan Mingyang was taken aback, and said decisively, "Yes."

"I know it's a vulgar line, but I mean it when I say it."

Shen Zui finally picked out this piece of fish.He slowly put the fish into his mouth, chewed and swallowed before opening his mouth, "It may not be vulgar, it just doesn't suit you."

Yan Mingyang took a small bite of the fish.Liu Heng's recipe may have been adjusted by intoxication, and it is very Qishi's style.

"Like "Xia Ke Xing"?"

Shen Zui pursed his lips.He put down his chopsticks, and stared at Yan Mingyang's still-marked cheek for a while, "I heard that Li Bai's life was not very good."

"He was neither smooth nor chic."

Yan Mingyang kept his eyes fixed slightly, belatedly realizing that intoxication was comforting himself.

"The crown is all over the capital, and the man is haggard alone." Yan Mingyang murmured, mocking himself, "Maybe I'm too afraid of falling into a situation that I can't control."

"Is this also Li Bai's poem?" Shen Zui asked.

"Du Fu's." Yan Mingyang smiled, "Du Fu wrote Li Bai's."

Shen Zui nodded thoughtfully, lowered his head and continued to eat fish.

Yan Mingyang paid attention to the intoxicated appearance.He thought for a while and said nothing.

After eating, Yan Mingyang put all the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher.He dawdled and waited for the dishwasher to finish, and he couldn't find a reason to stay there.

Shen Zui has been leaning on the sofa, not knowing what to watch on the tablet.He didn't say anything to drive Yan Mingyang away, but he didn't pay much attention to him.

Yan Mingyang sat about one meter away from Shenzui.Even though he has always been good at dancing, he couldn't resist the embarrassing atmosphere in the living room.

He brought a computer, but he didn't want to work in front of Shen Zui.

A job is a job, a small dodder is a small dodder, and the two should be separated.If you have to compare, it is obvious that the small tu is more important.

"Thank you for enlightening me today." The intoxicating reading came to an end.He stood up and poured a glass of water, "However, are you still leaving?"

"You passed out during the day," Yan Mingyang looked at the time, thinking it was still early.

He once again had the idea of ​​talking about Liang Ce with Shen Zui.Of course it's not about why Shen Zui broke up with Liang Ce, but why Shen Zui didn't tell himself.

"Huh?" Maybe it was unintentional, and Yan Mingyang gave Yan Mingyang a drunken look.He is an outstanding performing artist, his eyes are lively and energetic, as if he can see through the soul.

"Uh," Yan Mingyang felt that the time was not ripe when he got to the point of his mouth, and stopped talking for a long time, "It's okay."

"Are you going to have a meeting with Pei Yan tomorrow?"

Shen Zui nodded, and sat back on the sofa with a water glass in his hand, "Listening to the leader's painting is the inescapable fate of every employee."

Yan Mingyang frowned, "Pei Yan is not your leader."

"Neither are you." Shen Zui said casually.

"You just passed out today, and you're going to work tomorrow?" Yan Mingyang said in a serious tone, "Although it's just hypoglycemia, your body is important after all."

"When you're not feeling well, do you stop working?" Shen Zui flipped through something and asked flatly.

Yan Mingyang rolled his eyes and thought about it seriously, "Theoretically I can ask for leave, but actually I haven't."

"And I'm different from you." Shen Zui picked up the tablet and got up from the sofa, looking like he was rushing away, "You need work, I love work."

"........."

Yan Mingyang couldn't find a reason to stay any longer.The future is long, and he left without much refusal.

Yan Mingyang slept deeply that night.He had a dream.

In the dream, he was in Qi City, which seemed to be the summer when he first met and was intoxicated, but it didn't seem to be the same.

The hot river wind blew the sunset, Yan Mingyang stepped on his bicycle and led Xiaotu home for dinner.

His parents are usually very busy at work, but they went to the Jiangbian Seafood Market to buy a new fish.

Xiaotu looked timid, and ate the whole bowl of rice with fish soup without saying a word.

He pulled Yan Mingyang's sleeve and whispered that he couldn't understand many questions.

In the dream, Yan Mingyang spent the whole summer vacation tutoring intoxicated with homework, but never demanded that he be admitted to a key high school.

...

Summer days are always bright.

In the early morning of the next day, Yan Mingyang, who had just finished explaining the three simulation papers for the senior high school entrance examination to Xiaotu, was woken up by the alarm clock. It was time for him to work.

Before going out, Yan Mingyang stood in front of the mirror and thought about it seriously.

He didn't intend to interfere with Shen's work, but he was still somewhat uneasy.

"Mr. Yan." Sang Lili waited at the door like every working day.She seemed to have something to say, and was shocked when she saw Yan Mingyang.

"It's okay to be drunk." After Yan Mingyang got into the car, he found that Sang Lili's eyes were still looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.

Oh, because of that slap.

Yan Mingyang looked frank, as if nothing had happened.

"Go and follow up on Pei Yan's new project," Yan Mingyang said as he turned on the computer. The work he had accumulated yesterday hadn't been processed yet.

"Director Pei's new project?" Sang Lili didn't know this information either.She was admiring the red marks on Yan Mingyang's face, and the graceful and slender shape looked like Teacher Shen's fingers.

"Yes." Yan Mingyang gave Sang Lili a warning look, and said calmly, "If there is any progress, please report to me in time."