Being stared at with such affectionate eyes and blessed by a good skin, people with weak willpower can easily fall, let alone Jiang Qingyan who has long been deeply in love with him.

And Jiang Qingyan himself also likes to be watched by him like this, because it makes Jiang Qingyan have the illusion that he is deeply loved by him - Yan just wants to say that the person who wants to be with Ji Xingye has been changed. , he had no feeling for these eyes or even for Ji Xingye as a whole.

So he did not answer, but said decisively: "I am going to Kyoto with Shen Lanshu."

"Are you going to Kyoto with Mr. Shen?"

Ji Xingye's usually elegant brows darkened for a moment, and there was a complex look in his eyes, but he still pretended to be relaxed and asked: "Aren't you going? Why do you want to go again all of a sudden?"

"Because he gave too much."

This answer immediately stunned Ji Xingye.

He thought Qing Yan was reluctant to part with the man named Shen, but he didn't expect it to be for such a reason, which made him relieved: "What did he give you? Is it money?"

"It's work and the future." Yan said.

"I can also help you find a job." Ji Xingye thought that Shen would just spend money to buy Qingyan to go to Kyoto. He didn't expect it to be like this. He couldn't help but chuckled and said warmly: "I see you two I'm looking for a job today, so I went to see Lao Wang today. His company happens to be short of a director of the network information department, and I recommended you to him."

Lao Wang is Ji Xingye’s biological father.

She looked at him seriously and pointed out pointedly: "Do you think I, a newcomer who has only been studying software development for a year, is qualified for the position of director of the network information department?"

He hates pride but is proud of himself, but he is very self-aware of unfamiliar types of work.

The lazy guy has thought this through very carefully, because the personal secretary is just a job to serve the boss personally and does not involve the company, so what to do depends entirely on the boss's arrangements.

But Ji Xingye asked Lao Wang for a supervisor position.

Whether he is competent or not is another matter. If the people under him are not convinced and find something for him to cause problems in the company's network, can he get away with it?

Of course, Ji Xingye also had good intentions.

So after he finished speaking, he softened his expression, looked at Ji Xingye who pursed his lips, and continued: "I know you are thinking about me, but I only agreed to go to Kyoto after careful consideration."

With that said, he raised his hand and patted Ji Xingye's shoulder: "Don't worry, our relationship as brothers will not become estranged because of distance."

Ji Xingye opened his mouth, wanting to say that was not what he meant.

But he couldn't tell the specific reason - just thinking that Qing Yan would spend time with someone named Shen from now on, an inexplicable irritability came uninvited, disturbing him and making him unable to understand it. Clear your mind.

He looked steadily at the man with firm eyes, stood up silently, walked around behind the wheelchair, and whispered: "If you are not used to living in Kyoto, remember to tell me and I will pick you up."

"Okay." Yan said.

Yan and Ji Xingye were speechless.

But Shen Lanshu, who returned to the hotel, had an indescribable dream that night because of the spring light in the evening.

After taking a shower, he lay on the bed and could no longer fall asleep, so he sat up from the bed and lit a cigarette. The nicotine in the cigarette soothed his restless heart and gradually calmed down his chaotic thoughts.

Normally, men in their thirties have less desire for desire than young men.

When Shen Lanshu was young, he had no interest in desire. His only hobby was to make money and collect glitter. This was the first time he had an erotic dream, and the object of his dream was still a man...

Shen Lanshu held a cigarette between his fingers, lifted the quilt, held the ashtray, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He opened the curtains and saw the city's nightly lights. He overlooked the flashing neon lights downstairs and suddenly felt a little pain in his stomach. What hurt more was his face. He had just told Jiang Qingyan in the afternoon that he was not interested in men, and he had a nightmare at night. When Jiang Qingyan arrived, he still...

He put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

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At noon the next day, Yan, Ms. Ji, her son, and Shen Lanshu, who had arrived, went to the cemetery to say goodbye to Jiang Wai.

After coming back, several people gathered together to have a meal. Shen Lanshu yawned as if he hadn't slept all night. Ji Xingye was silent all the way. Ms. Ji looked at Yan first, and then at her son who looked unclear. He sighed and said nothing, but he felt tired of it in private after the meal.

"I still remember that when you and Uncle Jiang first moved here, you were so small that you were huddled in the wheelchair, neither talking nor eating, but your grandfather was very anxious. In the blink of an eye, Uncle Jiang was gone, and you were so big. He’s a man now.”

As he spoke, Ms. Ji bent down and patted his shoulder, with a look of relief on her face: "Originally, I was worried that you would not be happy living under someone else's roof in Kyoto. After all, you have the same temperament as a boring gourd, but fortunately, the child of the Shen family understands. Be sensible, Aunt Ji supports you, a good man has his ambitions everywhere."

Ms. Ji spoke cheerfully, but her eyes were still red.

Having no experience in coaxing people, especially the elders who expressed kindness to him, she was a little at a loss. Ms. Ji suddenly rolled her eyes, took out a card from her pocket, and stuffed it into his hand without giving him a chance to react. Holding his hand, he said: "You are unfamiliar with the place in Kyoto, and you have to spend money everywhere. Treat this money as being lent to you by Aunt Ji. When you make a lot of money in the future, you will pay it back to me with interest." "

Ms. Ji did not remarry after her divorce.

However, she has a lot of boyfriends. She is a local, owns a house and a car. When they divorced, she also received a large amount of property from her ex-husband, making her a rich woman hidden in the market.

Ji Xingye doesn't believe in love, maybe because of his parents' emotional influence.

But his romantic energy may have been inherited from Ms. Ji who liked to have pretty boys when she was young.

The hands that were tired of resisting stopped when Ms. Ji's words came out.

He looked at Ms. Ji, his eyebrows curved, and his eyes showed some sincerity: "Thank you, Aunt Ji."

"You call me Aunt Ji, and you're still polite to me?"

Ms. Ji stared with beautiful eyes and said with an angry smile: "Okay, you go and pack your luggage. You don't need to bring more things. Just buy them when the time comes. If it's not convenient for you to take away your grandfather's relics, just put them in the house first and wait later. Once you've settled in, I'll send it to you."

Grandpa Jiang doesn't have many things.

Apart from his clothes, he only had a cigarette that he kept with him all year round. He didn't have anything to bring with him, so when Ji Xingye came over to help him gather his things, he packed everything.

It was just that Ji Xingye was stunned for a moment when he entered his room and saw that the photo frames on the computer desk and bedside table were gone.

At noon the next day, Shen Lanshu's luxury car appeared at the entrance of Rongshu Village.

When Ji Xingye went to see off Yan, when he saw Shen Lanshu in a neat suit getting out of the car, taking the wheelchair from his hands, and bending down to hug Yan, he felt as if he had lost something important, but he couldn't figure it out. What exactly did he lose? He just felt empty in his chest, which made him feel unspeakably uncomfortable.

This emotion filled his heart and persisted for a long time, prompting him to want to say something.

But he opened his mouth and didn't know what to say. He could only watch Qing Yan being carried into the car by Shen Lanshu, and then watching Shen Lanshu close the car door, blocking the figure that he thought would never leave him. .

A dull pain spread from the bottom of my heart, and gradually intensified.

It was as if his heart was grasped by an invisible hand. The pain made his eyes sore and his vision became blurred. At this moment, the car started.

He pursed his lips and looked at the back seat with the windows closed, and the scenes of getting along with each other for more than ten years slowly emerged in his mind.

Frame after frame, it was presented with incomparable clarity, until the scene stopped at the night of his eighteenth birthday, when someone said in his ear when he was drunk: "Axing, I like you."

Like me?

Ji Xingye's brain exploded with a buzz, and before his slow heart could react, his legs had already chased after him. But the car had already driven some distance, and the tail of the car slowly disappeared around the tight corner amidst his calls.

He quickly took out his cell phone and dialed the number breathlessly.

The phone only rang once and was answered.

He couldn't even take a breath and said anxiously to the person on the other end of the phone: "Qingyan, can you not go to Kyoto?"

Yan here took out his phone and looked at the caller ID.

After confirming that the word 'A Xing' was displayed on the screen of his mobile phone, he raised his eyebrows. Shen Lanshu, who was sitting next to him, glanced at it from the corner of his eye. As soon as he raised the corners of his lips, he heard another voice coming from the phone. The voice of the surname Ji——

"Qingyan, don't go, I, I..."

"Ji Xingye!" Yan seemed to know what he was going to say, so he quickly interrupted him and said softly: "You will always be my good brother! This is what you said, and this is what I am thinking now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly.

There is nothing wrong with being emotionally insensitive.

What's wrong is that he is no longer the person Ji Xingye wants.

Jiang Qingyan has never expressed his feelings to Ji Xingye.

The only time it was revealed was on the night of Ji Xingye's adult birthday. Ji Xingye drank too much. Jiang Qingyan leaned in Ji Xingye's ear and said, "A Xing, I like you" - was Ji Xingye really drunk and didn't hear it or was he just pretending? I didn't hear it. Only Ji Xingye knows about this.

However, he turned around and introduced an extremely beautiful girl to Jiang Qingyan, saying that she was his girlfriend, and Yan thought he heard her.

"Did that clingy bamboo horse of yours call?" Shen Lan asked casually.

But when it reached Yan's ears, there was an inexplicable sour smell.

He collected his thoughts, put away his phone and glanced at him with his peripheral vision, and saw that his eyebrows were lowered unconsciously, and the curve of the corners of his lips was even more forced. After a change of thought, he said: "Do you remember when we had dinner the day before yesterday? Is that what you said?"

"What?" Shen Lanshu didn't react for a moment.

"You said you are not interested in men." Yan Yan's lips curled up slightly and he said with a half-smile, "I hope you will keep this sentence in mind so that I can have a good working environment."

Yan is no longer the straight man he was when he first entered the world.
Chapter completed!