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"I thought your father was in the capital at the time, but I found out later that he had gone to Country R..."

"Then you went abroad to find him?" Jiang Shiye interrupted impatiently, frowning and humming ironically, "You are so fucking affectionate."

Yi Min was speechless for a while.

All that could be heard was the sound of sniffling again and again.

"I came back to look for you later, but I heard that you went to the capital, and no one could contact you. I'm sorry Shizai, I know you want to find me..."

"Thinking too much." Jiang Shiye replied without emotion, "I don't need to find you."

This is half true.

There are so many cities in the country, it is not good for him to run away from home at the age of 18, but he only chose the capital because he subconsciously remembered that Yi Min said that she would also go to the capital.

He was so young at that time, and he said he wanted to make a good appearance by himself, but he was also lucky that he might be able to find his mother and find a place to rely on.

But the latter is really unnecessary:

He met more important people in the capital.

Someone picked him up and said to take him home, he had the support he wanted, and he didn't need a mother who didn't take himself seriously.

So at this moment, Jiang Shiye's feelings are really weak, there are not too many disturbances, this is not forbearing or pretending, he really doesn't care.

Listening to the sobbing on the phone, he thought that he might have inherited Yi Min's affectionate problem, that he would completely throw himself on him when he liked someone, so that he could do anything with all his heart, so naturally,——there was no room for him in his heart.Others are gone.

Affectionate people are also ruthless.She had no place for her son back then, and now he has no place for his mother.He could have asked her a lot of questions, asking if she had found her lover, how she was doing now, she gave birth to him at the age of 22, and he is only in his forties now, why he looks so old.

But he didn't ask anything, just said:

"I'm fine now, and you should be able to tell. I'm very happy, and I'm not short of money. If you want to ask me for money, I can call you, but you—"

"I want to see you." Yi Min said quickly in a low voice, "Shizai, let me meet you."

Jiang Shiye narrowed his eyes slightly.

He rubbed the back of his neck, and the swing chair creaked.

After a long time, he sighed.

"Okay, tell me the time and place."

Back in the bedroom, Jiang Shino's annoyance that had been pent up all day was much less.

Just a little tired.

He looked at Cen Si who was deeply asleep, lowered his head and gently kissed the mole in his eyelid folds, Cen Si turned over sensitively, and grabbed his hand.

Jiang Shiye paused, and suddenly thought of——

perhaps,

That health variety show was not a coincidence, it was something I wanted to do.

His mother, Yi Min, was someone who dared to go out to find his lover even when he went abroad.

And he lost Cen Si's contact information at that time, and he would never sit still.

Lu Ou said that he took the initiative to contact him after being out of touch for a long time, and Jiang Shiye flashed a scene in an instant——

He saw the notice on the Internet that Cen Si was going to participate in the health-preserving variety show, and saw the filming location that had been exposed in advance, so he went.

He just wanted to see Cen Si.

By chance, the owner of the head spa, which is just one of the venues of the variety show, was born on his own, not their encounter.

Reunion after a long absence is inevitable.

That's the logic.

This epiphany made Jiang Shiye heave for no reason, as if he was going to survive a catastrophe.

He got up from Cen Si's arms again.

There was an extra phone note in his hand.

But today his thoughts were really distracted, when he crushed the note and threw it into the trash can, he suddenly remembered that Cen Si also left a note when he left.

Tucked into his fencing national team jacket.

Oh right, what about that dress?

Jiang Shiye decided to look for it at home.

As a result, wandered through various rooms, but found nothing.

It's not just the jacket of the fencing national team. Except for the small piece of PVC sports floor, this home has no traces related to fencing players.

"What are you doing."

A soft male voice cut through the quiet night, startling Jiang Shiye.

Why is this person sleepwalking...

He stepped forward and hugged Cen Si: "Why did you wake up suddenly, are you uncomfortable?"

Cen Si rubbed the tip of his nose against his neck, did not answer this question, only asked: "What are you doing, I have been looking for you for a long time."

"I'm looking for the national team jacket you left me before, and I don't know where it is, you know."

Cen Si froze.

"...Why are you looking for that one?"

"Just want to see."

"Oh, there's no need to look for that." Cen Si said vaguely, rubbing the back of his head, and took his hand back to the bedroom, "Go back to sleep."

But Jiang Shiye suddenly became very persistent: "But you left it to me before, and you even wrote it."

"Baby, didn't you understand what I said?" Cen Si pinched the back of Jiang Shiye's neck very hard, with a somewhat unhappy tone, "If you want, I can also leave you a coat to write a note.That's fine."

"……Why."

Cen Si looked at him darkly:

"Because I'm not in the national team anymore."

I don't know if it's because he didn't wake up and was confused, but his eyes looked a little gloomy and hostile, terribly strange.

Especially when he said calmly: "So I burned that clothes, there is no ashes left, you can't find it."

Jiang Shiye's eyes widened.

Like falling into an ice cellar.

He was frightened by the person in front of him, and subconsciously squeezed his hand tightly.

"Four boys..."

"So let's go, go to sleep." Cen Si interrupted, and walked directly.

Jiang Shiye didn't know what to say again.

"……Um."

After going to bed, Cen Si fell asleep almost instantly, Ben spread out his arms and legs, and soon curled up again.Jiang Shiye came closer and smelled him, and the hand he was holding just now.

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