Chapter 53
So she rejected him because she had someone to accompany her?
The frown between Pei Yanhe's brows grew deeper and deeper. The scorching sun above his head seemed to burn him through, and the air around him became thinner.
He couldn't think, and the remaining rationality in his mind was about to disappear.
"Why are you standing here in a daze?" Chen Jinyang saw that he had been out for a long time and had not returned, so he chased him out and stood next to him.
Curiously, I followed his gaze and naturally saw the peaceful scene under the pavilion.
"Hey, aren't you the one who usually accompanies Chen Yizhi in sketching?"
Chen Jinyang knew how to pierce his heart. He crossed his arms over his chest, with an expression that looked like he was enjoying a good show.
Pei Yanhe glanced at him sideways, "Are you free?"
"It's okay," Chen Jinyang said leisurely, "but I guess you must be busy."
Pei Yanhe still had that indifferent expression on his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. When he heard his words, he just raised his eyelids lazily without saying a word.
"Do you need my help?" Chen Jinyang kicked the gravel under his feet as if nothing had happened, and tilted his head to look at the low-pressure young master beside him.
Pei Yanhe's eyes were fixed on the distance, and he said lightly, "No need."
"Are you sure?"
Chen Jinyang remained skeptical.
He hasn't confessed his feelings for all these years because he's afraid of losing her.
Just like he said last time.
——"He doesn't dare to gamble"
But this time, he met the first person who made him feel a sense of crisis.
During the five years when she was studying abroad, he didn't know what she did every day, which restaurant she liked to eat at, or her joys and sorrows.
The only way to find out is to refresh her circle of friends again and again.
And someone took his place in this vacancy.
Pei Yanhe's eyes were dark and cold. After a long moment, he spoke calmly.
"I believe that even if I'm buried, my name must be engraved on the grave."
After saying this, he walked straight towards the Deer Viewing Pavilion.
Leaving Chen Jinyang standing there looking at his back, he couldn't help but rub his arms and hissed softly.
This sentence is quite eerie.
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While Jiang Chi Nan was guarding Shen Yizhi, he was not idle either. He stared at the time on his mobile phone and calculated carefully.
Until the alarm rings in twenty minutes.
He raised his phone and placed it in front of Shen Yizhi.
His sight was blocked, Shen Yizhi paused, and looked at him with a moment's blurred brow.
Jiang Chi Nan said word by word: "The time has come, you should rest."
He picked up the tea he had just cut from the side and handed it to her, "It's freshly brewed, have a sip."
Before Shen Yizhi could take it, a hand crossed over his side, the veins extending from the forearm to the back of the hand were slightly bulging, and the slender finger bones were clean and distinct.
At the same time, that slightly magnetic voice sounded above his head.
"She doesn't like green tea."
Pei Yanhe took the cup of green tea and poured it into the grass, and the rich tea fragrance in the air was completely washed away.
Jiang Chi Nan glanced at his slightly cold expression, then put on an aggrieved face, "Sorry, Azhi, I didn't know."
Shen Yizhi didn't care, "It's okay, I just hate the taste."
However, Pei Yanhe's appearance surprised her a little.
"Why are you here?"
Pei Yanhe leaned lazily against the pavilion pillar with his long legs, his hands folded in front of his chest, his dark eyes without a clear cloud.
He said expressionlessly, "Only he is allowed to come, but not me?"
Shen Yizhi's beautiful eyes flashed with confusion, and she felt the momentum in his words, so she had to explain.
"I didn't ask him to come."
Pei Yanhe's tone was as hard as his expression, and he was about to get stuck in a rut, "But you agreed to let him come."
Shen Yizhi didn’t understand why he was talking so much today, so she put down her paintbrush, faced him, and said helplessly, “Then I agree to let you come now.”
"No, that's not what you said yesterday." Pei Yanhe raised his eyelids, his deep brown pupils were like a deep pool, bottomless.
Jiang Chi Nan sensed that something was wrong in the atmosphere.
It seems that Pei Yanhe doesn't know that Azhi's hand is injured, so Azhi doesn't want him to accompany her to sketch.
Then this matter became a secret between him and Azhi.
"Pei Yanhe, why are you so stubborn?" Even if Shen Yizhi didn't have a temper, he would be irritated by him. He spoke so coldly at the beginning, was he deliberately making things difficult for someone?
That's right, why was he angry with her?
Pei Yanhe's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his gloomy eyes gradually gathered, allowing reason to take the upper hand again, and he spoke slowly.
"It's okay."
He stood up, walked to the tea table, and brewed a new pot of tea using the untouched tea on the side.
He learned the art of tea making from Grandpa Pei when he was young. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, dignified and graceful, and extremely pleasing to the eye.
It was also at that time that Shen Yizhi became infatuated with the aroma of tea. From time to time, he would sit next to them and quietly appreciate it, and occasionally help to taste it.
Soon, a faint fragrance filled the air.
Pei Yanhe took a cup of tea and handed it to her, "Cold brew jasmine, your favorite."
Although it was not said explicitly, the gesture looked very much like an apology.
Shen Yizhi took it with peace of mind, took a sip, and the familiar jasmine fragrance returned to his mouth, "Not bad."
She accepted his apology.
"If you two have nothing to do, just go away," Shen Yizhi thought of the unfinished painting and started to chase them away.
Jiang Chi Nan glanced at Pei Yan He, who showed no intention of leaving, and did not move. "It's okay, you can draw yours. I won't make any noise to disturb you."
After a pause, he turned towards Pei Yanhe and said in a friendly manner, "Even if we really have to leave, it should be you, Master Pei, who should give up your seat."
After all, isn't he the one who loves to argue with Shen Yizhi the most?
Pei Yanhe slowly pulled over a wooden stool, leaned back, and glanced at him from the corner of his eye. His tone was flat, "Oh, really?"
Jiang Chi Nan was clearly standing there looking down at him, but the young master's inherent arrogance made him feel that he had no chance of winning.
"Okay," Shen Yizhi couldn't stand their inexplicably sarcastic conversation, "If you don't want to leave, then don't talk."
In the end, the medium-sized Deer Viewing Pavilion successfully accommodated three people.
Shen Yizhi sat in the middle of the red brick and black pillars. Her palm-sized face was plain, with a natural charm and agility.
I should have been fully immersed in the painting, but the sights on both sides were so eye-catching that I couldn't ignore them.
On the left, Jiang Chi Nan stood leaning against a pillar with one hand in his pocket. His slightly curly hair gave him a wild and unruly look with a touch of spirit. His dog-like eyes stared at Chen Yizhi without blinking, like an obedient puppy waiting for its master to take it.
On the right, Pei Yanhe sat on the wooden stool beside her with his long legs crossed, his head slightly raised, his parted hair hanging down in front of his eyebrows, and he looked at her directly and aggressively.
He exuded a sharp aura, as if everything around him was invisibly possessed by him, even the branches.
The third time.
Shen Yizhi tried to ignore their gaze for the third time, but still failed. She took a deep breath and simply compromised and began to wash the paintbrush.
Pei Yanhe had been accompanying her in sketching for many years and knew that she was about to finish her work, but the painting on her drawing board was only half finished.
He frowned and asked, "Why don't you paint anymore?"
Jiang Chi Nan stood up straight immediately, and said faster than his brain: "It can't be——"
Shen Yizhi glared at him, and when he realized what was happening, Jiang Chinan swallowed the second half of the sentence.
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