A few days later, Jiang Yimang took a leave of absence to come to S City again. He came by train. When Yi Hui learned that she was already halfway there.

When he received someone at the train station, Yi Hui couldn't help but nag, saying that his mother was here to take care of him, so that Jiang Yimang, a senior in high school, should concentrate on his studies, and don't always run around.

Jiang Yimang blocked him back with one sentence: "I miss you, and... I don't worry that you are here alone."

Ever since he found out that Yi Hui was entangled with Zhou Jinheng again, Jiang Yimang was heartbroken for his brother. He made three calls a day to confirm his safety. If he had nothing to do, he searched the Internet for fighting and grabbing videos and sent him to him, so that he could practice more.

Jiang Yimang has a good reason for this: "You also know that he started out by making action movies, but it's just for sure. After learning this, you can at least delay a little time, and you can exercise your body.

Yi Hui was humiliated by the "beating is just a sure thing". He opened his clothes in front of the mirror to find his confidence. Seeing that he had a thin body that couldn't dent any abdominal muscles, he was immediately discouraged and obediently clicked on the video to study.

He hid in the room and practiced, and once he hit the wall with too much movement, attracting Zhou Jinheng next door to knock on the door.

When he entered the room and saw the video that was still playing on the table, Zhou Jinheng smiled but did not laugh, he just raised his hand and gestured, saying, "This is not right, the neck and throat movement should be fast enough, and the defense and attack should be coherent. The arms are tight, not soft."

Even if Yi Hui didn't say who it was against, Zhou Jinheng probably knew it.

This made Yi Hui a little flustered, how dare he accept the guidance with peace of mind, but Zhou Jinheng really took the time to teach him a few tricks every night, which made Yi Hui speechless and embarrassed to the point of losing his memory.

Arriving at the hospital just in time for lunch, the mother and son sat down to eat together after a long absence. After chatting for a while, Jiang Xuemei began to talk again: "The big hospital is just different, even the food is better than the one in the town hospital, and the price is not expensive... ...Speaking of which, thanks to that Mr. Zhou, he also arranged work for Yihui to do at home, and next time he comes again, be sure to wake me up, and I will thank him in person."

Yi Hui almost bit his tongue, and Jiang Yimang, who was beside him, exchanged glances with him. The brothers and sisters answered in unison, "Well, yes, yes," and no one said that this Mr. Zhou was Mr. Bi Zhou.

After Yi Hui cleaned up the tableware, Jiang Yimang fetched water. After returning to settle down for Jiang Xuemei to take a nap, Yi Hui sat on the edge of the bed drowsily, flipped through his phone, and swiped the group of photos of Zhou Jinheng in a black dress, and he was instantly refreshed.

It's the one saw in the studio that day. This kind of mid-length men's dress is a little shorter and has a slightly worse body proportion, so it is difficult to wear it with temperament. However, Zhou Jinheng dressed the clothes as if they were made to measure. With the advantages of wide shoulders and long legs, the processed photos did not make much effort on the figure, which was exactly the same as what he saw at the scene.

The face didn't move much, and the scar under the eyes couldn't be seen clearly after applying some concealer. Most of this group of photos shows people in profile. Under the direct light of strong light, Zhou Jinheng tilts his head at will, glances lazily at the camera, and cooperates with the unbuttoned three-button shirt, exuding the unique decadence of a man of his age. with arrogance.

The next one turned his back to the light again, the three-dimensional features cast shadows on his face, only two light spots were reflected in the eyes as deep as ink, the thin lips were slightly pursed, and the expression was dark and unclear, like a wolf peeking at its prey in the dark.

Fans exploded again because of this group of photos. In the comments, they praised him for his good looks as always, and there were a lot of people lying flat and shouting "Brother, brother, come to me," Yi Hui was embarrassed.

He put the phone upside down on the table and lay down to take a nap.

I thought couldn't fall asleep, but as soon as closed eyes, that face appeared in front of me again, those who grinned wickedly, those who gritted their teeth fiercely, those who looked at him intently, and those who were crying in pain... Not acting, all of them are only The way he's seen alone.

Yi Hui held down his disobedient heart in the dream, and woke up to find that the fabric on his left chest had been wrinkled by himself.

Jiang Yimang poured him a glass of water. Seeing his soulless expression, he hesitated again and again and asked, "Brother, can't you forget him?"

Out of self-preservation, Yi Hui shook his head subconsciously. Once admitted and unforgettable, it is equivalent to overturning all previous efforts.

The air was quiet, and Jiang Yimang's mood became heavy.

But worrying still prevailed, she glanced at the photos on Yi Hui's mobile phone screen, and asked again tentatively, "Does that mean...you fall in love with him again?"

At this moment, Zhou Jinheng doesn't know what kind of turmoil has been caused on the Internet because of his magazine photos. He has already uninstalled Weibo, and after ① Xiaohui blocked him, now his official Weibo account is controlled by assistant Xiaolin. reason.

He has a bad temper, and he can't help but want to smash his phone when he turns to bad reviews. In the past, he frequently changed his phone, mostly because of this.

When chatting with Yi Hui in Dora Hem's skin, occasionally swiping his name several times in the popular list is annoying. Now that Dora Hem has been blocked, he has completely lost his ability to click on Weibo. 's motivation.

And the phone he's using now is a treasure, the only one in the world, so it can't be dropped or touched. Last week, I accidentally fell into the water while filming a variety show. Xiaolin wanted to help him get it repaired, but he refused to do so. He drove himself to find the most reliable shop, and stared at the repairman the whole time, so scared that he could not hold the screwdriver firmly. I was afraid that the sharp-eyed customer wearing a mask would smash the store unhappily.

Repair is repaired, but it is not as sensitive as before, and the sound of the speaker has become muffled. But the photos are all there, including the wallpaper that Yi Hui secretly set for him when he didn't pay attention more than a year ago. When he opened the phone, he could see the smiling face that only belonged to him. Every time Zhou Jinheng saw this, his heart would fly, and he wished to take a rocket home immediately.

For example, now, in the face of Zhou Huarong's brainwashing gushing, he goes in from his left ear and right out, holding his mobile phone to edit text messages, all his thoughts are on how to quietly find out what the little fool wants to eat. He was forced back into his thoughts by the sudden clapping of the table.

Zhou Huarong angrily said, "Did no one tell you not to play with your phone when talking to your elders?"

Zhou Jinheng raised his head and glanced at him, then moved his gaze back to the phone screen: "No, my mother left early."

His authority as a father was blatantly provoked. Zhou Huarong's forehead twitched with blue veins. Thinking of the purpose of calling someone, he took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and said solemnly, "I'm talking to you about business, don't always hold on to it. If you don't let it go, bet it won't do you any good."

"I'm not angry." Zhou Jinheng said, "My mother did leave early, otherwise I wouldn't be left unattended, raised like an animal, and given a little value and exchanged."

It was too direct, Zhou Huarong's face was not good-looking, and he defended: "I know you hate me for the past. But when you think about it, the engagement with the Yi family will be voided before you reach the age of marriage, and you will come after you. They are also good children with good net worth, did Dad harm you? Dad is all for your own good."

Zhou Jinheng was tired of hearing the high-sounding "for your own good", he put down his phone, leaned back on the seat with his arms folded, and said coldly, "No, not only do I hate you for bringing me and Yi Hui together, but also Thank you for letting me meet him."

Hearing this, Zhou Huarong's expression softened a little: "It's good that you can understand Dad's good intentions. Yi Hui's child is good in everything, but he is not very smart. In fact, he is treated as a child and raised in our house. It's not impossible for a lifetime. I heard that you recently got a boy who looks like him as a lover? You must be a little careful when you grow up. If you don't want to get married, you don't have to fight against me like this. When you get help, take over The company, want to support a few..."

"I haven't finished speaking yet." Zhou Jinheng couldn't listen anymore and interrupted him rudely, "I thank you for letting me meet Yi Hui, but it doesn't mean I don't hate you."

Zhou Huarong held up the teacup's hand for a while.

"I hate that you treat my mother as a tool for profit, and then throw it away cruelly after you use it up. I hate that you go out and mess with your morals, which indirectly caused my mother to commit suicide in depression. I don't feel that I am wrong to this day."

Having said that, Zhou Jinheng stood up, put his hands on the table, leaned forward, and stared at Zhou Huarong with an absolutely oppressive attitude.

"I also hate that you are blind and arrogant, incompetent and irritable, and you have infected me with this bad habit..." As if to verify the authenticity of this statement, Zhou Jinheng's eyes were fierce, showing a kind of deep rooted in his bones than heredity madness.

But the destructive storm soon died down. He sat back, his eyes dropped, and he whispered, "Otherwise I wouldn't let him lose his life, or he wouldn't even recognize his own name."

Zhou Huarong was frightened by his actions just now. In the past, he thought that this kid had the air of fearlessness in his youth, but now, seeing him go crazy recklessly, he was only frightened, for fear that he would do something that would damage the Zhou family's face by flipping the table in public.

"When you bullied Yi Hui, didn't you feel very happy when you bullied Yi Hui? Find someone else who can let you coax like him?" Zhou Huarong put down the teacup, eager to suppress Zhou Jinheng's arrogance, his tone was even more serious, "Who is infatuation for now? In the world, sticking to the love of children is destined to be no big deal."

Zhou Jinheng didn't get angry after hearing this, and there was no sign of softening at all. He sneered, stood up and said, "I'll leave it to a heartless person like you. I'll take a step first, and don't call me out in the future, busy."

Zhou Huarong didn't expect that the aggressive method would not be effective, so he got up and said anxiously: "If you dare to go out from here today, the Zhou family's property will not be worth a dime of yours. Let's see how you can eat, drink, and have fun, and how to raise your little lover!"

Zhou Jinheng paused and turned around, but there was no nervousness and fear on his face as Zhou Huarong thought.

He was no longer the boy who had nothing back then, nor would he obediently give in because of a threat and be pushed to the gambling table as a bargaining weight.

Four years are enough for him to accumulate strength and enough for him to grow.

Zhou Jinheng said slowly: "I'm so big, the only thing I'm glad about is that emotionally I'm like my mother, not like you."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued towards the door, took two steps and then turned back, shaking the car key in Zhou Huarong's expectant gaze, and said, "Whoever wants your broken company will inherit it, and I won't make any money. Little, there will be no problem raising him for a few lifetimes."

When the moon rose, Yi Hui, who had a full dinner, shared a piece of moon cake with his mother and sister.

After coming out of the inpatient building, he looked up and saw the full moon half hidden in the clouds, smacking the sweet taste left in his mouth, Yi Hui took out his mobile phone and sent Ye Qin a text message wishing a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

He could feel that his brother and sister-in-law had guessed who he was, but he didn't want to pierce this layer of paper.

He also knew that this was a pointless struggle, but he hadn't thought about it yet, and he couldn't pass the invisible and intangible level in front of him.

After sending it, he switched back to the address book, and when he saw Zhou Jinheng's name, Yi Hui hesitated, clicked on the text message interface, and then exited, feeling that no matter what he sent, it was inappropriate.

Zhou Jinheng has a pair of eyes that see everything, so he never has any secrets in front of Zhou Jinheng.

This used to be his greatest fear, he didn't want to be seen through, he didn't want to be attracted. It's enough to do a somersault, and it's a fool to fall again in the same place.

But today's moon is so round and bright, which made him impulsively want to do something several times.

Can't make calls or send text messages, Yi Hui was walking on the road restlessly, when he suddenly thought of a good way to open Weibo and let Dora Hem out of the blacklist.

He wouldn't send himself any more messages anyway, Yi Hui exhaled and felt relieved.

When walked to the door, looked up and saw the person standing under the street lamp, and body that had just relaxed was tense again.

Yi Hui walked over slowly, stopping just in time before the familiar figure approached, just to create a proper social distance between the two.

It was Zhou Jinheng who spoke first: "Passing by, I'll pick you up by the way."

He didn't move forward, as long as Yi Hui didn't want to, he wouldn't move even a bit. This is a promise he made and must be strictly followed.

Yi Hui was noncommittal to his flawed "by the way", just like he said to Zhou Jinheng, "I won't enter your room without your permission". He nodded and went to the parking lot alongside Zhou Jinheng.

It was a cool autumn night, and halfway through, Zhou Jinheng finally handed over the paper bag he was carrying: "I saw something I bought casually on the way, you might need it."

Inside the paper bag lay a blue scarf.

Yi Hui hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to pick it up, thinking that he would help him take it for a while, and then just like before when he got home, just put it wherever he wanted.

He can't take his things, can't go back to the old ways.

Unexpectedly, as soon as took it, nose was itchy, and sneezed without warning.

Yi Hui was busy rummaging through tissues in his backpack, not paying attention to what Zhou Jinheng was doing. When he finished blowing his nose, he turned around and was wrapped around his neck and most of his face by a fluffy woolen scarf.

Pulling his nose out of the scarf with difficulty, Yi Hui raised his eyes and unexpectedly met Zhou Jinheng's focused face who was sorting out the scarf.

Zhou Jinheng is much taller than him, which is his accustomed angle. However, today is different. Zhou Jinheng deliberately bent down and lowered his head so that he could clearly see the whole face, the sharp jaw, the beautifully curved lips, the high nose bridge, and the flowing lashes that were mostly covered by the thick eyelashes. tender eyes.

Zhou Jinheng's appearance is domineering, plus he is violent, impatient, and he acts vigorously and informally. But now Yi Hui has confirmed it countless times, from his eyes to his movements, he can only use this word to describe it.

It seems that he has hidden all the characteristics of the whole body that may frighten him, and has accumulated little by little the gentleness that he has just learned and is not very skilled, and left it all to him.

After fiddling with it for a long time, finally tied a beautiful bow.

Seeing Yi Hui's small face wrapped in layers of tangled wool, with only two watery eyes showing, Zhou Jinheng's dull mood brightened for a long time. He felt that he had just driven here after arguing with that old man Zhou Huarong. It was the best decision today.

He wanted to pull Yi Hui's hand, but when he was about to touch it, he suddenly remembered his promise and took it back.

"Come on, let's go home."

Maybe it was too hasty, or the moonlight was too dark tonight, and he didn't notice that the hand he almost touched also stretched forward.

Yi Hui's heart was still beating loudly until the car ran smoothly on the road.

But this feeling is not unfamiliar, so there is nothing to fear.

The only difficulty to overcome now is to take off the scarf that has been stained with body temperature when we get home.

He said that he would not collect anything from Zhou Jinheng. Even if he accidentally collected it, he would pick it up again, pack it up and throw it out.

Yi Hui raised his hand and touched the scarf, flicking his fingers through the thick and warm fleece, lingering on the fine weaving thread.

Before he got home, he was already reluctant.