EBE Chapter 318
Chapter 318
Yan Congzhi stood there quietly. The night wind was like a gentle hand, creating subtle ripples as it passed by.
But the ripples circled the man's face several times, blowing away his loose hair and disturbing his flushed cheeks.
Ni Yangzhou opened his eyes wide and moved closer:
"Then what should I call you?"
"Continue to call me Master?"
"Or should I call you... Congzhi?"
Yan Congzhi's chest seemed to be empty and echoing, and the young man's smiling words were more pervasive than the night wind.
The man took the phone, didn't answer, but helped Ni Yangzhou push the door open.
With the help of some light from the living room, Ni Yangzhou saw that the man in front of him was blushing all the way to the back of his neck.
That piece of skin should be warm to the touch, with the heat of flowing blood.
The young man still had a smile on his face, but he only dared to breathe in the cool air slowly from his nose into his lungs. As he walked into the house, he hated himself for looking at things he shouldn't have.
Under the red neck is a white shirt, and under the white shirt is...
I am a big gangster.
Ni Yangzhou deleted all the distracting thoughts in his memory with one click, and felt that his once pure and simple self seemed to be gone forever with the revival of his memory.
This person who can't stand being teased can become so famous just by saying a few words. If...
……
I am a big gangster.
Ni Yangzhou didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore. He decided to quit while he was ahead. He stepped into the house, waved his hand and slammed the door shut.
The thin door closed, Ni Yangzhou closed his eyes, and the cell phone rang. Yin Yang Xiaoyu sent a string of numbers with Meng Tongfu's name on it.
Ni Yangzhou raised his head and leaned his head against the door, his eyes fixed blankly on the old ceiling.
Yan Congzhi's voice came from outside the door, through a layer of door panel, very close to the door.
"Good night."
"Zhouzhou."
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In the evening, when he had nothing to do, Ni Yangzhou rubbed his mother's shoulders and tapped her legs, and asked her many questions about Zhao Qing. He guessed that at this stage, the two of them only had some vague feelings for each other.
It is not necessarily the case that it is like an old tree in spring, with flowers blooming in the wind. It is just that in all the years in Ni Yangzhou, it is rare to see Ni Yangzhou's mother being nice to the opposite sex.
I went to bed a little late, but I didn’t expect that the next morning would be the same familiar routine.
When Ni Yangzhou woke up from the bedroom yawning, he saw his own mother sitting on the small sofa in the living room, drinking tea and chatting with the master who was sitting upright.
Sang Shulan seemed to have put on some makeup in advance, which made her look more serious and dignified. She was as beautiful as a white plum blossom on a branch.
"...Yes, children nowadays are not very mature." Sang Shulan put down the cup and said worriedly.
"I think Zhouzhou is steady and reliable. Auntie doesn't need to worry too much."
Yan Congzhi was still wearing a suit, his face was cold and pale, and he was holding a small plain teacup, as if he was holding some exquisite work of art.
"He's still a child, how can we not worry about him..."
"Oh, Mom, Teacher Yan was praising me."
Ni Yangzhou was afraid that the two would say something inappropriate, so he stepped forward to interrupt them.
"But I am still your child, your sunny, cheerful and caring big boy."
Sang Shulan saw the young man with fluffy hair coming out to greet the teacher and said quickly, "Go wash up first."
"Right away. I'll go right away."
Ni Yangzhou looked at his watch and it was already past eight o'clock.
Yan Congzhi turned around upon hearing the voice and exchanged glances with the young man. Ni Yangzhou quickly gave a flattering smile and rushed into the bathroom in two or three steps.
With a "click", Yan Congzhi put the teacup back on the table. Sang Shulan had asked him about his family situation clearly in the morning. He did not feel offended and answered all the questions seriously as long as he could.
Perhaps because she could feel the sincerity, Sang Shulan was not as anxious as she was last night. She just took another sip of tea, sat on the sofa and sighed.
Yan Congzhi listened to the sound of flushing in the bathroom and got up to refill Sang Shulan's glass of water.
The two men's eyes met, and the man did not avoid it.
After placing the teapot firmly and sitting down, Yan Congzhi opened his lips and said:
"Zhouzhou is a sincere, kind and filial person."
Sang Shulan looked at the smoke rising slowly from the teacup and heard Teacher Yan, who exuded an extraordinary aura, make a promise.
"I will protect him."
"Guard him."
"Until the end of life."
……
"you……"
Sang Shulan's words were interrupted by Ni Yangzhou who opened the door and came out. The young man finished washing up and changed his clothes in a hurry.
"Teacher, let's go."
The two of them left the house one after another. Sang Shulan came to the window and looked at her son who was striding forward with high spirits. In the end, she said nothing.
Ni Yangzhou, who was unaware of the serious conversation between the two men in the morning, was now full of anticipation.
Today, the master will start making paper figures for Master Meng Ling.
Several people drove back to the villa. The driver and Geng Yi were there. When they arrived, all the staff in the villa were given a holiday.
Geng Yi felt a little guilty about taking paid leave and tried to stay in the job but was sent off by Xiao Ni with a few words. He then thought he discovered that his boss and his classmate wanted to enjoy some time alone.
Therefore, Geng Yi took it upon himself to shoulder the responsibility of clearing the light bulbs, and also took away the driver, Master Chen, and the spiritualist who came from nowhere.
However, Ni Yangzhou was quick-witted and quick-handed, and saved Meng Tongfu who was almost taken away for no apparent reason.
The three of them came to the terrace on the second floor of the villa and began the task of making paper figures.
Meng Tongfu was filled with excitement. He had never thought that he would have the opportunity to exchange his old body for a new one: "Master Yan, when I was young, I was actually thinner than I am now."
Yan Congzhi lowered his head to mix the paste, while Ni Yangzhou watched from the side: "So, this body should be made thinner?"
Meng Tongfu was so happy that he felt embarrassed: "It would be better if the shoulders were wider."
Ni Yangzhou smiled, feeling that Meng Tongfu and he were of the same kind.
"I think it's OK, Master."
The young man prepared himself: "You can make Master Meng Ling thinner, taller, with broader shoulders and more handsome."
Meng Tongfu nodded vigorously as he listened.
Ni Yangzhou continued, "When I get my paper figurine, make it stronger, more handsome, more majestic, and taller."
The young man estimated the height with his eyes: "It would be best if it is one centimeter taller than you."
Yan Congzhi didn't say anything. He glanced over and Ni Yangzhou smiled shyly: "I also want to breathe the same air as Master."