Just as the Lin brothers were thinking about how to give their old man a ride, Yan Xianjue was holding up his mobile phone to show Shen Fangli the ceramic figurine he had placed on the bedside.
Shen Fangli had just come out of the bathroom. Because she was lazy, she didn't blow-dry her hair. She just wiped it half dry with a towel and came out.
She sat on the sofa with her legs curled up, looking at the two ceramic figurines placed neatly on the bedside table opposite her.
"Why did you bring it to the villa again? I remember you put it in your collection room before."
At that time, Yan Xianjue even took a photo of her.
It looked very cheap when placed among Yan Xianjue's pile of expensive brooches, with a golden bear as a backdrop.
Yan Xianjue raised his eyebrows: "Will it gather dust in the collection room?"
His fondness for the two little figures was quite obvious: "Of course they should be placed where I can always see them."
The young Shen Fangli was holding a lazy leopard in her arms, and the young Yan Xianjue was holding a pear that looked fresh and juicy in his arms. Anyone who saw them could easily tell that they were a couple.
Yan Xianjue was half lying on the bed, his bathrobe hanging loosely on his body.
He complained, "What a shame, our vacations don't overlap this time."
Shen Fangli's military training started two days earlier than his, and naturally ended earlier than his as well.
There are two days of vacation after the military training.
It was just at that time that Yan Xianjue's military training ended. When Yan Xianjue went on vacation, Shen Fangli had already started classes.
It’s no wonder Yan Xianjue was unhappy, this arrangement was completely wrong.
Chen Fangli counted on her fingers: "But Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon, and after Mid-Autumn Festival it's National Day. National Day gives us seven days off, which is several days longer than in my senior year of high school!"
Yan Xianjue thought about the squeezed vacation time they had during their senior year of high school and admitted that what the other party said made sense.
But: "I just miss you, okay?"
Yan Xianjue spoke confidently, and Shen Fangli quickly responded: "So this isn't just to keep you company. My roommate asked me to play games together today, but I didn't agree. I came back here specifically to video chat with you."
She blinked at Yan Xianjue with one eye: "Well, do I love you very much?"
Yan Xianjue also perfunctorily made a heart shape with his hands: "I love you."
Shen Fangli nestled in the sofa and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, how are you going to plan your rest in the next two days?"
Yan Xianjue: "What's wrong?"
Shen Fangli shook her head: "No, I just asked casually."
Yan Xianjue nodded. "My second sister's vacation is almost over. I originally planned to go burn paper for my grandfather before school started, but my father said there's no need to bother making two trips. We can go together after the Taoist temple is repaired. My grandfather will have set up a separate tablet there by then."
But the name written there is Changshengzi instead of grandpa’s real name.
"They've been busy with this over there recently. If I have nothing to do during my vacation, I'll probably go over and take a look."
Shen Fangli listened carefully, nodding from time to time to show that she was still listening.
In this case, there is no need to rush her affairs, so let Yan Xianjue do his work first.
Just as he was thinking about it, Yan Xianjue suddenly yawned.
Shen Fangli suddenly laughed out loud: "Why are you so sleepy?"
Yan Xianjue curled his lips: "I don't want to do military training, it's so boring."
It’s not that he’s tired. He was much more tired when he was learning fighting with Yan Ci.
Although their family created a good environment and conditions for them, the fatigue of learning fighting was no less.
Uncle Lu was very strict when he was a teacher. When he was a child, he and Yan Ci often played pranks on Uncle Lu.
It just hasn't succeeded even once.
After hearing this, Shen Fangli laughed even more happily. Obviously, she also knew why Yan Xianjue was so stubborn and refused to ask for leave.
On the one hand, it is because he has been regarded as a typical example and has become a hot topic.
On the other hand, the reason Yan Yian gave him for leave was too outrageous.
Yan Xianjue was a man of dignity, so he would not show off his sick leave note due to malnutrition like his classmates did.
Skip the note saying he's weak.
Shen Fangli imitated the tone of netizens and recited a comment that had received a lot of likes.
This comment even received more likes than the comment from the online community accusing him of showing off his wealth: "Master, don't open the window. The air outside the car is all poor."
After reading it, Yan Xianjue had no reaction, and Shen Fangli fell on the sofa in joy.
Yan Xianjue snorted heavily to express his dissatisfaction.
It took Shen Fangli a long time to sit down again, and Yan Xianjue's screen finally stopped showing the wrinkled sofa blanket.
"You don't have to be so stubborn about not taking time off just to get some online reviews. If you're tired, just take a break. Don't all your classmates do that?"
Shen Fangli herself is a serious person, whether in studying or acting, but when it comes to Yan Xianjue's turn, her standards always unconsciously begin to lower.
Our classmate Xiaoyan goes to school well every day, what else do you want, Shen Fangli thought righteously in her heart.
Yan Xianjue curled his lips: "It's not about that, I just don't think there's any need to ask for leave."
"It's just so boring."
Shen Fangli had just gone through military training, and it was indeed very boring. She clenched her fists and made an emoji-like gesture of encouragement: "It's the last two days, and we'll be liberated soon! From now on, there will be no more military training."
Yan Xianjue nodded: "That's true."
On the computer on the other side of him, he flipped to the calendar interface: "Are you coming back for Mid-Autumn Festival? Or will your dad go?"
Yan Xianjue must stay at home on the Mid-Autumn Festival. If Shen Fangli doesn't come back on the Mid-Autumn Festival, he will fly over on the other two days.
Shen Fangli: "Of course I'm going home for Mid-Autumn Festival! I just don't know if it's easy to buy a plane ticket or a high-speed rail ticket."
There was absolutely no way she could drive back anyway. She was afraid that three days wouldn't be enough for her to get stuck in traffic.
No, no ...
Yan Xianjue: "No need to buy a ticket, I'll send someone to pick you up."
He raised his eyebrows smugly: "Don't leave large aerial toys at home where they gather dust."
Shen Fangli: “Pfft.”
Shen Fangli: "Okay."
After getting Shen Fangli's accurate answer, Yan Xianjue made a color mark on the calendar.
Then he asked, "Do you want to go to the Taoist temple?"
Shen Fangli was really surprised this time: “Can I go too?”
She hesitated for a moment, they were just boyfriend and girlfriend.
Although everyone in the Yan family knew her, and both of them had dinner with their parents.
Yan's mother directly exposed her little secret, but that was when they went to the grave.
Yan Xianjue: "We're just going to a Taoist temple, not to worship our ancestors."
"Also, my parents said that it's just a place for pedestrians to rest and provide free tea and water. They won't hire any more Taoist priests. It's all maintained by the villagers on their own."
Shen Fangli nodded then: “There’s no problem on my side.”
Their plan was a good one, but unfortunately there is a timeless saying that goes, "Plans cannot keep up with the speed of change."
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