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Chapter 432
That day, the two of them left Lu Zheng's house, and Ni Yangzhou felt very relaxed when he went downstairs.
Yan Congzhi followed behind him, and all the way he just watched a strand of hair on the young man's head swaying in the air bit by bit.
There was no traffic jam on the way back, and the road was deserted in the middle of the night. Ni Yangzhou drove neither fast nor slow. The wind blew in his face, causing the young man's short bangs to be blown back, revealing his smooth forehead.
When it was time to go to bed at night, Yan Congzhi stood at the door of the master bedroom, hesitated for a long time, and finally made up his mind to push open the door, but there was only a young man who was already fast asleep on the big bed.
Yan Congzhi silently gathered up his bathrobe, which was open to reveal his waist and abdomen, and tiptoed onto the bed. He lay down but didn't want to close his eyes. He just looked at the person next to him from the side for a long time.
It was so long that the clock passed midnight again and Yan Congzhi fell into a coma.
Ni Yangzhou slowly opened his eyes in the darkness.
The moon was dim and he could see the blurry silhouette of the person beside him.
Time passed bit by bit.
At five in the morning, Yan Congzhi woke up.
Ni Yangzhou talked to Lu Zheng in the system for almost the entire night. Even when he was lying down, he felt numbness in his hands and feet. If the breathing around him changed slightly, Ni Yangzhou would wake up immediately.
He made an appointment with Lu Zheng to meet several days later, slowed his breathing, and tried to calm his heartbeat.
The breathing of the person beside him became heavier and then lighter, and Yan Congzhi woke up.
The mattress was pressed into small wrinkles, and an inexplicable heat pressed against my front.
Ni Yangzhou is grateful for his experiences in so many worlds, which have enabled him to successfully acquire acting skills like an actor.
There was a long silence afterward, and that feeling of being scrutinized returned. Having experienced it several times in the past few days, Ni Yangzhou had become almost immune to it.
The person next to him seemed to raise his hand to touch Ni Yangzhou's face, but for some reason, he put his hand down again. If the air in the room was replaced by water, Ni Yangzhou believed that there would be layers of ripples around him.
The culprit got out of bed with light steps, and the bathroom door opened.
The man found the mirror.
The face does not belong to me, the home does not belong to me, the body is not my own, there is no spiritual power in my body, and the jade pendant on my neck is missing.
But there is a familiar person lying next to me.
The man's tears fell, and the tall and serious man in the mirror also had red eyes.
He lowered his head, trying to control the violent beating of his heart in his chest, and placed his hands on the edge of the marble table.
Looking up at the mirror again, he saw that the beard on his face had grown into short stubble after a night.
They are no longer the same age.
The man closed his eyes tightly to stop the tears, and began to carefully search the bathroom to see if there was anything that could scrape off the unsightly things on his face.
Finally, in the side cabinet door, the razor was pressed under a stack of useless instruction manuals. The man took out the instruction manual, frowned as he looked at the pile of miscellaneous items, picked up the instruction manual, and when he put it in, he saw a note hidden at the bottom.
I don't know where it was torn from, it's just a few lines of words.
"Yan Congzhi, Egnima, is in estrus and needs to be given an inhibitor, otherwise it will hurt him. The inhibitor is in the study on the first floor. The information on the phone can be used in an emergency.
Do as I say, I am you, don’t doubt it.”
After reading the note, the man stood there for a long time. The face in the mirror was realistically attached to his face. It was a real, living face.
The note was put back, and a pile of instruction manuals were deliberately put back in disorder.
The man walked around the bathroom, took out the clothes from the washing machine, and found the second note in the bottom pocket of the clothes. The handwriting on this note was sloppy, as if it was left in a hurry.
"You must take the inhibitor!"
Yan Congzhi put the note back and piled the clothes back.
Looking around, the simple and clean furnishings left no room for hiding anything. The washing machine was originally just there to facilitate the young man's habits. Apart from that, there was nothing else that looked unusual.
The man checked himself and walked out of the bathroom.
The person on the bed seemed to still be sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling, lost in a sweet dream.
He wanted so much to rush over and hold the person tightly in his arms, but as soon as the thought came to his mind, wildfire spread like wildfire, which was unexpected.
Those thoughts that had been suppressed in the corner of my mind began to stir again.
That person is always like this, looking cheerful and contented, always smiling at everyone, but even though he has made promises, he always leaves alone.
He is the only one left, only him.
If only he could never leave again...
The man's clenched fists creaked, and the person on the bed seemed to be sleeping uneasy and turned over unconsciously.
His clenched fists were immediately loosened, and the mobile phone on the bedside table was put into his pocket in the dark.
The man walked down the stairs quietly.
The study was easy to find. After the suppressant was taken, the heat that was clamoring to tear people apart finally subsided slowly. The man's palms were already sweaty. After cleaning up, he walked to the central hall on the first floor.
There was a light on in the middle hall, and next to it was a low cabinet with several game controllers piled together haphazardly.
The man walked to the side, but before he could do anything, he heard a rustling sound in the utility room. A fat orange and white cat walked slowly towards him, obviously not yet awake. It walked closer, looked up, sniffed the scent, and then twisted its butt back again.
The man sneezed, turned back to put the controllers away, and searched the controller box for allergy medicine and another note.
“His clothes are in the third room on the second floor. The weather is cold these days, so we can’t let him go out with his arms exposed.
If the food in the kitchen is not complete, call the secretary.
If you can't drive, don't drive, he can drive himself.
Don’t cause him any trouble.”
The man took the allergy medicine and put the note back into the handle box.
The medicine shell had to be thrown away. There was no trash can in the living room, so the man walked towards the kitchen.
The kitchen trash can was full but had not been emptied yet. The man lifted the entire bag and found the last note.
"Pay attention to Guo Mengling and Lu Zheng."
The man put everything in order, stood up, found the ingredients from the refrigerator, and started cooking for the people upstairs.
He couldn't remember the last time he cooked for her, he only knew that such a scene had appeared in his dreams thousands of times.
The man steamed the buns skillfully and took out the soy milk maker from the cupboard. The vibrating machine hummed. While waiting, he tore off the kitchen paper and walked to the refrigerator, thinking about what clues he should leave.
At this moment, footsteps were heard on the stairs behind me.
The man turned around and looked at the young man holding the railing, watching him run down a few steps and throw himself into his arms.
He was knocked back against the refrigerator shelf, the cold food pressed against his back, and the person in his arms was warm.
Ni Yangzhou took several deep breaths, raised his head from the increasingly tight embrace, covered the other person's face with one hand, and raised the two notes in his hand with the other hand.
The young man smiled as if holding a sincere heart.
"No need to hide."
The redness in Ni Yangzhou's eyes was not only due to the bloodshot from not being able to sleep for a long time, but also due to the uncontrollable longing for someone who was separated by time and space.
The young man's voice was slow and soft:
"I accept everything about you."