Nan Chen knew very well what it was like to wait for someone.

I wonder if Sikong Yan has also waited for her with such eagerness.

Since she was a child, her parents have been very busy, busy with business and busy with work. They seem to have endless things to do.

But Nanchen is not a pitiful and lonely child. She is very fond of having fun for herself. She has a group of playmates who hug each other. They often sit side by side on the wall and watch the sunset.

He was chewing bubble gum or licking popsicles in his mouth, laughing until his teeth were broken.

At that time, Nanchen didn't know what the distance meant.

In her young heart, her parents were far away.

A far away place that she has been waiting for but can never reach.

Parking the car in front of Qingyan's villa, she sent her a message:

I've arrived, come and pick me up quickly

Within minutes, Qing Yan opened the door and came out.

Her silver hair was still so shiny, she was wearing a black motorcycle suit and washed jeans, with one hand in her trouser pocket, leaning against the courtyard door, and curled her lips at Nan Chen.

A little cold. A little absent-minded.

"You are so energetic." Nan Chen smiled and walked closer. The next second, Qing Yan made a move that surprised her.

She raised her arms and put them around her shoulders. Just like two men, walking into the house arm in arm.

The curtains in the bedroom are open, and the sunlight illuminates every corner.

Nan Chen casually placed the bag on the sofa and asked, "What did you do today?"

Qing Yan lowered his chin towards the bookshelf. There were a few piles of books scattered on the ground, unfinished.

The upper floor was filled with dust, and a book was stuffed inside like an antique.

"How is he?" Qing Yan suddenly asked.

Nan Chen was startled, and then realized who she was asking.

"It's okay. Although it is inevitable to be sad when your beloved dog dies, he is a man after all." After a pause, "We have buried the little alpaca in the garden, facing the direction of the window of the villa, so that he can lift it up every day.

You can see the place where it sleeps through the curtains. Maybe it's a little sad, but he can't cry like us girls. Okay, don't be too concerned about it, it's not intentional."

Qing Yan said nothing, lowered his head and continued to sort out the books.

"He doesn't mind if you come to me?"

"Of course not." Nan Chen said confusingly while sorting out the books, "He is very supportive of my work. Not to mention it is such a meaningful thing. Don't think of him as being so stingy."... He is quite.

Stingy. "Every time I say I want to come see you, he always asks me to talk to you more."... He actually wants to turn you into a ball of air. "Men and women are different and don't get entangled in these trivial feelings.

."... He will only say 'I don't allow it' in a commanding tone. "So he is not as bad as you think."... His dark side is beyond your imagination. "I really hope that one day the three of us can become good friends.

"...This possibility is the lowest in the galaxy. "Maybe one day you will find that you and he can chat very well."...This is absolutely impossible to happen. "I believe there will be that day~ Come on!"

…I’m just daydreaming.

Qing Yan turned a deaf ear to her tirade.

Nan Chen shrugged and didn't stop looking for words. Thinking of Sikong Yan's 'little alpaca' that died in infancy, she still felt uncomfortable. Although Sikong Yan's face was calm, his tone when he said he was sad was as light as boiled water.

But judging from his brother Sikong Yun, he has a soft side and is an affectionate person.

"By the way, I still want to thank you for repaying the two hundred thousand for me. Although he confiscated it, I have accepted this kindness."

Qing Yan didn't seem to hear her words, stood up and inserted the neat books into the bookshelf.

Nan Chen stood on tiptoe to tidy up the top floor. He felt a little tired, so he moved a small stool and stepped on it. His field of vision suddenly widened, when a bottle wrapped in black cloth came into view.

The bottle was placed close to the wall in the innermost part, and the black cloth cover was covered with dust. Nan Chen stretched out his arm and took out the bottle. He was a little curious and glanced at Qing Yan, but she didn't pay attention to herself.

She hooked her fingertips down and opened a small piece of cloth cover, but what she saw immediately shocked her.

There are a few bones sealed in this ordinary glass bottle.

At first glance, it is difficult to tell what kind of animal bones it is.

Why does Qing Yan collect bones? Do these bones have special significance?

At this moment, she felt a cold gaze coming from the side.

For a moment, she felt panicked as if the teacher had caught her cheating on an exam, but she soon calmed down, turned her head, met Qingyan's gaze, and asked with a smile, "What kind of bone is this?"

Qing Yan raised his hand and snatched the bottle from her hand.

Her expression was ugly. This was the first time Nan Chen saw her showing such an expression.

It felt like being seriously violated and wanting to kill the other person.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and the sunlight seemed to freeze.

Qing Yan rearranged the black cloth cover, brushed off the dust on it, and then put it back to its original position.

Nan Chen was a little at a loss for a moment, but those three bones always made her feel weird.

Judging from the shape, it should be bones at the joints, but from the size, it doesn't look like a cow or sheep.

"I have something else to do today, so I'm going back first." She stepped off the stool and wanted to say something more, but her mouth seemed to be stuck with glue and she just smiled at Qing Yan.

Qing Yan didn't even look at her.

Nan Chen put on his coat, picked up his small bag, and walked out of the bedroom in a dull atmosphere.

After sitting in the car, she sent the message to Mr. Qing as usual, and he still transferred the money happily and thanked him.

Nan Chen stared at the payment record for a long time, then raised his eyes and looked towards the villa.

The windows on the second floor were empty.

Whenever she cared too much about Qing Yan's feelings, she would feel ashamed of Sikong Yan.

He gave her 100% of his love, but she was rude to another cold person.

Every time she sent a message to Sikong Yan, he almost always replied in seconds.

It was as if he had nothing to do all day long and was staring at her mobile phone to read her WeChat messages.

But the real situation is just the opposite. He is very busy, has too many things to deal with, and has such a huge group to take charge of.

Nan Chen knew this very well, and it also greatly satisfied her little vanity.

Cherish what you have.

She said to herself, shook her head vigorously, and shook her mind away from what she saw on the bookshelf of Qingyan's house.

It's really scary. She once watched a documentary called Rot Laboratory. Could it be that those three bones were...

She didn't dare to think about it any more, quickly started the car and drove home.

It was already evening when she got home, and she wanted to change her mood, so she called Li Fei and went to the bar together.

In the chaotic bar, there was watery desire, twinkling eyes, the girl's flower-like body, the man's hot fingers, instant games, and fleeting love. This place that once made her feel impetuous, now gave her an unprecedented feeling.

sense of security.

This is the hot, real reality.

Just after I drank half a glass of wine, my phone screen lit up with a message from Sikong Yan.

Sikong Yan: Why didn’t you go home?

Nan Chen was startled and looked around, couldn't it be such a coincidence that he was here too?

After a second thought, he immediately denied himself that Sikong Yan would never come to such a low-end bar.

Even if he did play, it would only be in his gorgeous clubhouse.

So she replied: How do you know?

Sikong Yan: I’m at your doorstep

Nan Chen didn't know why, but he smiled.

Nan Chen: Come to zero and let’s indulge together (turn in circles jpg.)

Sikong Yan didn't reply to her.

Li Fei turned her head to look at it and said, "My husband is so strict with me. It's really enviable. When will a man take care of me like this?"

"All the men who want to take care of you are lined up at the market entrance, okay?"

"What kind of stuff are they? I'll take ten of them and exchange them for a top one and a bad one. Can you do it?"

Nan Chen didn't say anything and raised his glass to drink. The words in his heart were: I won't do it.

Nowadays, her work-study character has been completely ruined, and it seems that even her original intention is not so clear.

I remember that two days ago, she was still very determined.

It's all Sikongyan's fault that the dog died.

I felt a little confused and drank a little too hard.
To be continued...