Given Chen Youhan's ability to hang out with a lot of smart people, he didn't even dare to say "yes".

Ye Tong chuckled twice, patted his shoulder meaningfully, turned and left.

As soon as he left, Chen Youhan relaxed, and then he found that his palms were numb, as if all his energy had been drained. He irritably drank a bellyful of ice water, and was so angry that he could set off firecrackers. But Ye Jin left his friends to say hello, and seeing that he looked bad, she asked with concern: "You look so bad, didn't you get enough rest?"

Chen Youhan almost gave up on himself and said viciously, "I didn't sleep much last night."

Ye Jin understood, and smiled ambiguously, "I saw Grandpa talking to you just now, what did you talk about?"

Chen Youhan couldn't tell the truth. He didn't know how much Ye Jin knew about this matter, and how much Ye Jin agreed with it, so he said vaguely, "Nothing was said. We just chatted casually."

Ye Jin brushed her hair, her eyes were charming, but her tone was casual: "What are your plans for the Spring Festival this year?"

Chen Youhan didn't answer, but asked: "Are you still going to Vancouver?"

Ye Jin smiled with a shallow dimple: "No, Xiaokai will go alone this year."

Oh my god. Chen Youhan felt lucky to have survived a disaster. He calmed down and pretended to be indifferent and said, "Sun Hao bought an island in the Indian Ocean. We are going to go and see it together."

The man surnamed Sun was not in the same circle as them, so Ye Jin really had nothing to say. He perfunctorily said with envy: "That sounds great."

Seeing that the audience was about to get bored, the host asked everyone to take their seats and prepare for the second half. Chen Youhan breathed a sigh of relief, took out a cigarette and gestured to Ye Jin, "Excuse me, I'll have a cigarette first." After that, regardless of Ye Jin's reaction, he pushed everyone away and walked towards the door of the banquet hall. The heavy soundproof door was pushed open, and Chen Youhan leaned against the wall as if exhausted, breathed a long sigh of relief, and put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Hello sir, smoking is not allowed here."

Chen Youhan stood up straight and tugged at his tie: "Please spare me."

Ye Kai took the lighter from him. It was hot, carrying the other person's impatient body temperature. He raised his hand, pressed the flame, and smiled softly: "I'll help you."

Chen Youhan lowered his eyes to look at Ye Kai's profile, his gaze deep, his heart filled with indescribable emotions. He half-held Ye Kai's hand, lowered his head, and took a deep breath from his flame.

...nicotine is addictive, addictive, and irresistible.

Chen Youhan closed his eyes and tilted his neck up, his face blurred in the mist, the curve from his jaw to his Adam's apple lost in the slightly untied bow tie. Ye Kai's hand was still half held by him, as if he had forgotten to let go.

A faint guest speech came from inside. Chen Youhan took out the cigarette and held it between his fingers. He opened his eyes and smiled at Ye Kai: "Have you been to the flower market?"

"……What?"

Chen Youhan took him by the hand and said, "Come on, I'll take you to the flower market."

Ye Kai staggered a step as he was pulled, "Now?"

"Now."

Ye Kaixin missed you so much that he went crazy. Grandpa's scolding, dad's teachings, mom's heartfelt words came to his eyes like fragments. Across the wall, the guest had already started the second half of his sharing. This was an economics professor from a top-notch university and an honorary consultant of Ningtong. Ye Kai still had questions to ask him. There were many guests at the dinner, and he had many uncles and elders to greet and pay tribute to... The dry and burning temperature came from the place where their palms were clasped. Ye Kai's heart was up and down, and he finally caught up with Chen Youhan's footsteps.

We didn't drive, but asked the concierge to arrange a special car to take us to the flower market. The road was smooth and it only took us half an hour to get there. The two of us got off the car, wearing high-end suits, handmade leather shoes and meticulous hairstyles, and looked like two cosplayers in the surging crowd.

People in G province are superstitious about heaven. Besides being a sea of ​​flowers, the flower market also has various trees, such as money trees, fortune trees, and kumquat trees. Everything related to wealth is welcome into the home. It was Ye Kai's first time visiting such an occasion. Everything he saw was new, and he immediately forgot all his guilt. Chen Youhan completely tore off his tie and threw it into the trash can. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and slowly walked one step behind Ye Kai.

Most of the flowers in Ning City come from local areas and Yunnan. They are all fresh and juicy, and some have not yet dried their dewdrops. Ye Kai was dazzled. He asked about sunflowers, baby's breath, roses, and bubbles. It was all nonsense to ask questions because he would pay for them anyway. He was just shocked by the prices. He pulled Chen Youhan's arm and whispered, "Do you know how much Aunt Jia budgets for flower arrangement every year?"

After saying that, he cautiously made the number five.

Chen Youhan smiled and took the sunflower from his hand. "They are produced in different places, don't compare them blindly."

The sunflowers were in full bloom, and the stall owner had wrapped them up in old newspapers. At the moment, Chen Youhan was holding him in his arms, and his white shirt and black clothes were shining brightly in the sun. Ye Kai's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he raised his phone.

Chen Youhan stood lazily sideways, her long legs attracting attention, and smiled jokingly: "You will be fined for secretly taking photos."

Ye Kai put away his phone and said, "Okay, punish me with nine sunflowers."

Chen Youhan lowered his head and counted, "One missing."

How is that possible? Ye Kai approached him suspiciously. Although it was only a matter of a few dollars, if there was really one missing, he would have to find the stall owner. However, Chen Youhan raised his hand and embraced him: "Oh, I forgot there is another one here, now it's complete."

Ye Kai's eyes were in a panic, and he buried his face in the huge champagne roses that looked like brocade clouds. With the corners of his red eyes, he saw the flower-wrapped newspaper headline: Congratulations on your golden wedding anniversary!

Under the huge title, there are two lines of small black vertical characters:

Look at the peach blossoms on this day, it is a perfect day for a family.

I predict that in the coming years your descendants will continue to prosper and flourish.

Ye Kai was stunned on the spot, his heart was made transparent and clear by the sunny sunlight.

He raised his eyes, his eyes were bright, and his tone was brisk: "Brother Youhan, remember to return this newspaper to me."

"What?"

Ye Kai lied, "This is the first bouquet of flowers I bought myself. I want to keep it as a souvenir."

He was full of hypocritical young master syndrome. Chen Youhan stuffed the sunflower back into his hand and said, "Okay, you can serve it yourself."

In addition to flowers and plants, there are many fun things in the flower market, such as beautiful lanterns, various handicraft stalls, selling real and fake vintages, and singing stalls. A wooden guitar plucked a string of clear notes, in harmony with the faint African drums in the distance. Although it was close to sunset, Ye Kai's face was still red from the sun. He had already taken off his suit and threw it on Chen Youhan's shoulder along with his own.

Chen Youhan was used to seeing him in school uniforms and T-shirts, and when he first saw Ye Kai in a shirt, he couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and then he said, "You'll be one year older after the New Year."

"Yeah, seventeen."

Chen Youhan felt dazed. He always felt that the short-legged Ye Kai was still dangling in front of him. He was younger than the young Alaska at home, but in the blink of an eye he had grown into a teenager who could wear a white shirt very well.

Ye Kai always annoyed him for treating him like a child, but in fact, those details of his childhood have gradually faded from Chen Youhan's memory. He forgot how he learned to speak, how his face was covered with ice cream, and how he went to school with his schoolbag on his back. Chen Youhan was not a person who could remember things, and his heart could not hold a lot. If some things were forgotten, it must mean that some things had squeezed in.

It is the image of Ye Kai crossing the road in a T-shirt and canvas shoes, the image of Ye Kai wearing a white jersey and a baseball cap and hitting a baseball, it is the body temperature when he is close to him, the faint fresh breath, the slender and white finger bones, the delicate and thin outline, and the developed Adam's apple of a teenager.

Stop, stop now.

Chen Youhan was faintly in a state of collapse, but Ye Kai was completely unaware. He fiddled with a small pot of succulents on a stall not far from him and shouted, "Chen Youhan, give me this!"

Chen Youhan moved closer to him. Ye Kai was still growing and there was nearly ten centimeters difference in height between them. Chen Youhan put his hand on his shoulder and had to lower his head.

This little thing doesn't cost much, so Ye Kai has the nerve to ask for it. Chen Youhan looked at the short and fleshy leaf, hummed, and stretched out his index finger to hook it, "It has the charm of your childhood."

"You're not done yet, are you?" Ye Kai blushed for a moment, and turned sideways to counterattack. Who would have thought that Chen Youhan would get so close to him, and when he turned around, their noses were almost touching, and their lips were almost touching. Their eyes met, one was faintly flustered, and the other pretended to be calm. Chen Youhan straightened up, raised his eyes and said to the stall owner: "How much?"

Ye Kai wanted to pick something else, but now he lost interest. He took the small paper box tied with hemp rope with a dull look, and walked two steps away from Chen Youhan. His mind was more confused than the draft paper he had written for the competition questions. The atmosphere was awkward. Ye Kai stepped on Chen Youhan's shadow without saying a word. As he stepped on it, he bumped into his back. He groaned in pain, covered his nose and said angrily, "What are you doing?"

Chen Youhan stopped halfway not to wait for Ye Kai, he knew Ye Kai would catch up with him anyway. There was only one reason why he stopped.

Ye Kai held a bunch of flowers in his arms and poked his head out from behind Chen Youhan. He could clearly see a person standing in the backlight in front of him. He was tall and holding a pot of money tree in his hands.

It’s Wu Sijiu.

Wu Sijiu laughed dryly: "Brother Youhan."

Chen Youhan hummed and said indifferently, "What a coincidence."

Wu Sijiu pointed to the potted plant in his hand and said, "I just found one of the pots fell when I got home, so I ran back to get it."

Chen Youhan nodded: "Then go back quickly."

When Wu Sijiu passed by, he turned his head to look at Ye Kai. This was the second time he saw the two of them together. Last time at Marriott, he had planned to go up to Chen Youhan for a drink, but he ran into the two of them dancing in a mess, and then this time. Chen Youhan said in the morning that she had not visited the flower market, and in the afternoon she appeared here with Ye Kai.

Only when he looked at him closely did he feel that Ye Kai was so annoying.

It was a cold look, and she nodded to him proudly, her whole body exuding a calm and noble temperament that he could never reach.

From junior high school to high school, everyone in Tianyi knew Ye Kai. He was the young master of Ningtong Commercial Bank, the beloved son of Qu Jia, the chairman of Tianyi, an excellent student with brilliant results in competitions, the center of attention, and a child of destiny. From beginning to end, not a single bad word was heard about him. Someone like him... should not hang out with Chen Youhan in the hotel.

Wu Sijiu stopped and asked, "Are you Ye Kai?"

Ye Kai did not react, but Chen Youhan vaguely blocked him to the side, frowned and said to Wu Sijiu: "Do you know each other?"

Wu Sijiu smiled: "Everyone in Tianyi knows him."

"Hello." Ye Kai spoke.

His voice is also so nice, which matches his appearance, temperament and status. Even the most sophisticated instruments have their parts that can go wrong, but the Creator has made him so perfect that there is not a single mistake.

"Nice to meet you." Wu Sijiu said these two words lightly, as if they were spoken with the tip of his teeth, and then said to Chen Youhan: "Brother Youhan, Happy New Year."

After his back had gone far away, Ye Kai said, "I always run into him at school, but this is the first time I say hello to him."

"Why do you want to greet him?" Chen Youhan took a few bouquets of flowers from his arms, sneezed due to the pollen, and said hoarsely, "Go back, the dinner party is about to start."

"You're still attending even though you're in this state?"

His tie had been thrown away, his carefully groomed hair was hanging down in two strands, his shirt had become limp and shapeless due to sweating, not to mention his suit, which had been tossed around like pickles. If he dared to show up at the banquet hall like this, Chen Fei would probably lose his mind and chase him and beat him up.

"My young master, how dare you say that to me?" Chen Youhan poked his forehead, "It's like you've been playing in the mud all afternoon."

Ye Kai couldn't help laughing. When he was a kid, he loved to be Chen Youhan's little tail. He often pestered him to take him out to play. Every time he came back, he had to be put in solitary confinement, and Chen Youhan couldn't avoid being beaten by Chen Feiyi with a feather duster. Ye Tong even forbade Chen Youhan to visit him at one point, but his grandchildren were all treacherous and money-losing.

A subtle feeling flashed through Ye Kai's mind. Seventeen years old, he was about to turn seventeen. After seventeen, it was eighteen, and eighteen was adulthood.

"Brother Youhan, I will be eighteen years old next year."

"Um."

"I can fall in love when I'm 18, right?"

Chen Youhan glanced at him and cursed, "Ask your mother!"