two quarters

There was a brief moment of silence.

"I'm not."

The man lowered his eyes, the slender fingers holding the doorknob tightened for a moment, and then quickly let go.He stepped sideways to make way.

"Come in and talk about something."

……

It's the guy on the phone.

When the other party spoke, Yuan Zhuohui recognized the voice.After seeing that the man looked exactly like his lover passed away, he began to look carefully at the man in front of him.

The appearance is indeed very similar to Yan Jia, but the temperament of the two looks completely different. The young man in front of him should be three or four years older than Yan Jia.If Yan Jia is a dancing flame, then he is ice.

The flat voice is without any emotion, and the expression is strange and alienated.

It took Yuan Zhuohui three seconds to determine whether the other party's display of not being close to strangers was due to his loathing for him.But when the young man turned sideways to get out of the way, Yuan Zhuohui met the man's eyes.Those eyes were so dark that they were almost pure, but there was no trace of warmth in them.

Suddenly, Yuan Zhuohui responded, and then walked into the house.

·

The furnishings in the house look similar to those left by the youth, with a simple and elegant design in black, white and gray.There wasn't much furniture, but some unexpected gadgets placed in the corner broke the overall coldness, showing a bit of playfulness instead.

Yuan Zhuohui's gaze paused for a moment on the fluffy pink pig head pillow on the leather sofa.He remembered that Yan Jia added a similar pillow to his study before, and couldn't help laughing when he saw it.But due to the presence of outsiders, he restrained all his emotions, and at the same time, the doubts in his heart deepened.

The young man noticed his gaze, and only handed the warm water in his hand to Yuan Zhuohui.He didn't say much, and sat on the side sofa with a mug in his hand.

"You know Yan Jia?"

Yuan Zhuohui looked at the person who was sitting quietly and seemed to have no intention of speaking. After waiting for a while, he took the initiative to ask this question.

"Relative." The young man lowered his head and took a sip of the water in the quilt, held the warm liquid in his mouth for a moment before swallowing it, and then continued, "Distant relative. My name is Wen Ziyan."

Having said that, Yuan Zhuohui realized the identity of this person.Yan Jia often talks about "brother", and it's hard not to notice it.Out of politeness, he introduced himself, "Yuan Zhuohui, Yan Jia's..."

"I know, he told me." Wen Ziyan interrupted Yuan Zhuohui.His tone was still very light, as if an order to expel him would be issued in the next second.

Yuan Zhuohui made a slip of the tongue for a moment, and this sudden and abrupt visit to the home of his "natal family" made him a little embarrassed.He thought about it carefully, and guessed that Wen Ziyan's indifferent attitude towards him might be because of some actions he didn't intend to make Yan Jia angry, which made him sue his cousin?

While distracted, he saw the pattern exposed between Wen Ziyan's fingers, which looked like a chubby gray cat, which was not the style the other party would like at all.Reminiscent of the relationship between Wen Ziyan and Yan Jia, Yuan Zhuohui can probably guess that this should be written by Yan Jia.

After confirming that the other party knows the whereabouts of the lover, the following conversation will be much more straightforward.

"Then when will Yan Jia come back?" Thinking of Yan Jia who had lost contact for a long time, Yuan Zhuohui couldn't help but bring the topic back.

Wen Ziyan glanced down at the mug in his hand, and silently turned the mug in his hand, "About two or three days."

"About two or three days?" Yuan Zhuohui frowned, and subconsciously repeated what the other party said, still having doubts.

Immediately, he realized that his tone was too harsh and disrespectful.Leaning forward, fingers crossed on his knees, he explained, "I just...he hasn't contacted me for a month, no calls, no texts. I'm a little concerned."

Wen Ziyan looked up at him upon hearing this, and asked, "Didn't he leave a note for you?"

"I don't think that looks like his handwriting." Yuan Zhuohui followed Wen Ziyan's words. After speaking, even he himself laughed amusedly, "Maybe it's because of concern that it's messed up."

There was silence for a while, and when Yuan Zhuohui was hesitant to say something more, Wen Ziyan answered, "I will warn him when he comes back." The back slid down, concealing half of his side face.

Wen Ziyan said firmly, "Three days at the latest."

Yuan Zhuohui let out a long sigh of relief.A stone fell from his heart, and his tone of voice became lighter.Yuan Zhuohui looked at the pillow on the other side of the couch, trying to liven up the atmosphere with teasing, "Is this pillow bought by Yan Jia? He likes such little things."

"Ah."

"Yan Jia often mentions you. What is your occupation?"

Wen Ziyan tucked his drooping hair behind his ears, "Writer, write something."

Yuan Zhuohui thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that the author of a recent popular mystery novel was also named by this name.He wasn't sure, "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.It was from assistant Xiao Liu.Yuan Zhuohui didn't want to discuss business when he was a guest at the other party's home, so Yuan Zhuohui hung up the phone directly.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Yuan Zhuohui smiled apologetically, and just about to say something, the bell rang again.

I think there is something urgent.

Having said that, there will be no other information if we continue to talk. Yuan Zhuohui weighed the two and prepared to leave.He stood up from the sofa, "Sorry, there are still some things in the company that I need to go back and deal with."

"...It's okay." Wen Ziyan replied, his lips opened and closed for a while, but he didn't say anything.He held the handle of the mug with one hand, put the other hand in his trouser pocket, and followed behind Yuan Zhuohui until he saw Yuan Zhuohui had reached the entrance, then he asked aloud, "Do you want to stay for dinner?" ?”

"No need." Yuan Zhuohui smiled, "I won't bother you this time, I'll come with Jiajia later." Then he walked towards the elevator.

Wen Ziyan wanted to keep up with the mug, but was stopped by Yuan Zhuohui.Yuan Zhuohui saw the pair of cotton slippers on his feet and persuaded, "Go back first, there is no need to send them away."

Yuan Zhuohui undoubtedly has a good impression of this "brother-in-law". As for the indifference shown by the other party, it may be because he is not good at expressing.

Seeing this, Wen Ziyan no longer tried to persuade him to stay, but only said politely, "Be careful when driving on the road."

……

The sensor lights in the corridor went out because of the long silence, leaving only the light from the room with the open door.

Wen Ziyan stood in the corridor, watching the figure of that person disappear behind the gradually closing elevator door.

There was a long silence.

"...He called you Jiajia."

·

When Zhao Yuze rang the doorbell of Wen Ziyan's house, he was a little surprised at how quickly the door opened.

"Yan Jia?" He stretched out his hand to rub the other person's head, but stopped in the cold gaze of that person.Wen Ziyan ignored him, left the door open and turned back to the room.

Wen Ziyan and Zhao Yuze are university roommates, except that it is annoying that this person often comes to him for dinner, other things are pretty good.

Zhao Yuze looked at the back of Wen Ziyan who turned around sharply, shrugged helplessly, closed the door for him, changed his shoes and entered the house, followed behind him and laughed, "Don't look at me like that, who told you to open the door so quickly, I thought it was Yan Jia... Hey, what about him?"

Wen Ziyan stopped when he heard that, turned his head and gave him a sideways glance, "Sleeping."

Zhao Yuze felt a little resentful at this glance, knowing that Wen Ziyan didn't want to mention this now, so he had to change the subject.When passing by the living room, he noticed the chunky white porcelain teacup on the coffee table. "I'm waiting for a guest." He elongated the sound meaningfully, and asked again, "Who is it?"

"I'm looking for Yan Jia."

Wen Ziyan dropped these words, and was about to close the door of the study after speaking, but Zhao Yuze stretched out his hand to hold it back.

"It's that person—" Zhao Yuze, whose gossip spirit was blazing, didn't care, he smiled narrowly, "You two have a showdown with him?"

……

"……No."

"...I haven't figured out how to say it yet."

It was rare for Zhao Yuze to see other expressions on Wen Ziyan's face other than the expressionless one, and he cried out in surprise from the bottom of his heart.Just when he was about to step forward and ask a few more questions, the door panel was right in front of his eyes, and it closed with a bang.

The thick wooden boards managed to prevent the reddish ear tips from being exposed.