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"Request a song, request a song, request a song!" Qu Cheng busied himself, "Let's eat and play at the same time!"
Tian Lei and Jiang Fanxing chimed in, and Xu Qingjing also went to the song request station, selected a song, and started singing while eating.
Shen Anxia had heard these people sing before, and they all sang quite well. They played and ate, and time passed quickly. Yang Zheng saw that it was almost time, picked up Shen Anxia's coat, and said goodbye to everyone: "Big brother, second brother, I'll take Anxia home. You guys go to Hai Tian Zhi Lian first, I'll go later."
Shen Anxia also stood up and said goodbye to everyone.
Ding Fei also instructed, "Anxia, I'll have Lao San take you there alone tomorrow. Have a safe trip."
Duan Lixing also said, "Have a safe journey."
Jiang Fanxing shouted, "Let's get together again next time we come back!"
Qu Cheng, Tian Lei, and Xu Qingjing also stood up to see them off.
Shen Anxia also said, "Take care, everyone, let's get together again next time."
It's less than a ten-minute drive from the branch to the Shen family's house. Yang Zheng was driving extremely slowly. Shen Anxia estimated his speed to be less than forty. She smiled and said, "There are still more than twenty minutes until ten o'clock. Why don't you find a place to stop?"
Yang Zheng felt like his thoughts had been exposed. He smiled sheepishly and said, "I originally wanted to spend today alone with you, but I didn't expect these people to be able to find this place."
Even as he said this, he still parked the car on the side of the road, which was only a five-minute drive from the Shen family's house.
“Let’s sit here for a while! I’ll take you back in ten minutes,” Yang Zheng said.
"Okay." Shen Anxia sighed, "Time flies, it's already been a year, and they're still as funny as ever."
“We’ve met nine times this year, which doesn’t even add up to twenty days.” Yang Zheng’s voice was a little downcast. “Anxia, we’ve been apart for too long. Even though you’ve allowed me to visit you in Xinfeng every week, I still feel like we don’t have enough time.”
“Hmm…” Shen Anxia calculated, “I can take my annual leave after June. The troupe won’t be busy then, so I can stay in Yi’an for a few more days.”
Hearing Shen Anxia say this, Yang Zheng's frustration dissipated. After all, Shen Anxia would never have said such a thing to him before. He smiled and said, "When you take your annual leave, I can take mine too, and we can go on a trip for a few days."
"Okay, I'll go with you. My parents agree."
These words were definitely a compliment to Yang Zheng, but he still asked, "What about you? Would you be willing to travel with me alone?"
Shen Anxia tilted her head to look at him: "Didn't we go to Pusu together before?"
"But it didn't last overnight."
"But didn't you stay overnight at my and Shanshan's house before? That was just staying overnight, right? I wouldn't do anything to you." Shen Anxia teased him.
Yang Zheng smiled and said, "I have to thank Miss Chen."
Looking at his watch, Yang Zheng realized it was almost time. He started the car, drove it into the residential area, and parked it, but didn't turn off the engine.
"Five more minutes," Shen Anxia smiled.
"Then sit for another five minutes."
"good!"
Five minutes later, Shen Anxia went upstairs and got home before 10 o'clock.
The next morning at nine o'clock, Yang Zheng was waiting downstairs at Shen Anxia's building again.
While fastening her seatbelt, Shen Anxia said, "Ayi complained that I'm not spending time with him when I finally come home."
"Haven't you been with him for over twenty years?" Yang Zheng joked as he turned his head.
"This child is too clingy." Shen Anxia also found it unbelievable.
"Take him with you next time," Yang Zheng said, not minding at all.
The two went directly to the Shengshi Commercial District, watched a concert, and in the afternoon Yang Zheng took Shen Anxia to the high-speed rail station.
"Then I'll take the high-speed train to see you next Friday night." Yang Zheng said reluctantly.
“Okay, Shanshan won’t be back until after the fifteenth, so you can stay at my place.” Shen Anxia had stayed with Yang Zheng for two days last time, so she felt that living together wasn’t unacceptable.
“Actually, I can see you off today and then take the high-speed train back tomorrow morning,” Yang Zheng said again, mentioning seeing her off.
"Alright," Shen Anxia coaxed Yang Zheng softly, "We'll see each other again in five days."
Yang Zheng also comforted himself: "That's true, it's much better than the six months before I didn't contact you."
Shen Anxia nodded: "Tickets have been checked. I'll text you when I arrive."
"good."
After passing through security, Shen Anxia turned around and waved to Yang Zheng with a smile.
As Yang Zheng watched Shen Anxia's figure disappear, the image of her resolute back as he saw her off at the high-speed rail station a year ago gradually surfaced in his mind. Thinking that they were in the same place again today, he was certain that Anxia had feelings for him. Yang Zheng took a deep breath and then exhaled softly. The tension that had been building up over the past year finally eased. He raised the corners of his mouth and turned back.
The second Friday happened to be the Lantern Festival. Yang Zheng said he would go home to have a meal first and then catch the last high-speed train to Xinfeng. After Shen Anxia finished her performance and returned to her rented room, Yang Zheng had not yet arrived.
She checked the time; Yang Zheng had gotten off the high-speed train about ten minutes ago.
She wanted to take a shower first, but she was afraid that Yang Zheng would suddenly knock on the door while she was showering.
I sent him a message: "Yang Zheng, where are you?"
Two minutes passed, but Yang Zheng still hadn't replied.
"Never mind, I'll take a shower when Yang Zheng arrives!" she muttered to herself.
Shen Anxia tidied up the room briefly. Around 11 o'clock, Yang Zheng called: "Anxia, open the door for me."
Shen Anxia put down the rag and ran to the door to open it. She saw Yang Zheng carrying a bunch of things in large and small bags and a backpack on his shoulder.
"Why are you carrying so much stuff?" Shen Anxia stepped forward to take the bags from his hands.
"It's too heavy, I can carry it." Yang Zheng casually put the bag on the ground and noticed that Chen Anxia was wearing a spring/autumn style loungewear. "I'm covered in cold air, you should move over here."
Shen Anxia handed Yang Zheng a pair of men's winter slippers, and Yang Zheng exclaimed in surprise, "I have my own slippers now?"
"Okay, give it a try."
Yang Zheng put it on and it fit perfectly: "It fits me so well?"
“The thin-soled leather shoes I saw you wearing last time were about this size, and I thought they were about the same size as slippers. They really fit you well.” Shen Anxia was very happy; she now knew Yang Zheng’s shoe size.
“Indeed. You can sit on the sofa for a while.” Yang Zheng felt quite content.
Yang Zheng casually placed his backpack on the sofa, took off his coat, rolled up the sleeves of his black sweater, and then picked up two other oversized bags and put them in the kitchen. Shen Anxia followed behind him and saw that he had bought rice, flour, cooking oil, fresh fruits and vegetables. Finally, he took out two large boxes of fresh milk, wrapped them up one by one, and placed them in the refrigerator. He put the rice, flour, cooking oil, and other items into appropriate storage bottles. After tidying everything up, he took out some of each type of fruit, washed them, and put them in a fruit bowl.
As he did these things, Shen Anxia quietly watched him, watching his 185cm tall, broad-shouldered, and slender waist bend down to wash fruit for her. Suddenly, Shen Anxia wanted to rush up and hug him.
When she realized what she was thinking, her face flushed slightly, and she unconsciously cleared her throat, inwardly despising herself: Had she really harbored such filthy thoughts about Yang Zheng?
Then she thought of something terrible: they would be living under the same roof tonight, and the thought that Yang Zheng might also take a shower in her bathroom later... Shen Anxia unconsciously swallowed.
Just then, Yang Zheng finished washing the fruit. He turned around with the washed fruit in his hand and saw Shen Anxia shaking her head vigorously twice, looking puzzled: "What's wrong?"
Shen Anxia: "..."
As Yang Zheng passed by, he grabbed her wrist and led her into the living room. This time, Shen Anxia didn't hesitate and immediately grabbed Yang Zheng's hand in return.
Yang Zheng paused, turned his head to look at the snow-white and slender hand that contrasted sharply with his large hand, and his heart was suddenly shaken.
As if his brain had crashed, he mechanically followed the breathtakingly beautiful hand upwards until he saw the owner's eyes, which were smiling and as bright as stars.
He finally got to hold the hand he had always dreamed of holding.
Seeing Yang Zheng stop and look at her, Shen Anxia's smile spread wide. She took the initiative and pulled Yang Zheng forward, leading him to sit down on the sofa. She took the fruit plate from his hand and placed it on the coffee table, then let go of his hand.
Unexpectedly, when Yang Zheng saw that she was about to let go, he quickly pulled her back forcefully. Shen Anxia was caught off guard by the sudden force and was pulled backward, her left shoulder bumping into Yang Zheng's right chest.
Yang Zheng turned around, grabbed Shen Anxia's hand with his right hand, and braced his left hand on the back of the sofa, encircling Shen Anxia between himself and the sofa.
The two were so close that they could clearly see each other's eyelashes, feel each other's breath, and even seem to hear each other's rapid heartbeats.
The ambiguity gradually intensified.
Yang Zheng felt his desire reach its peak in an instant. The pink lips in front of him made him want to kiss them deeply and feel the taste of lips touching. However, the remaining rationality made him realize that if he did this, the so-called promise of the future would become worthless. He would become a beautiful beast who could possess a girl without making a promise to her.
After holding back for a while, Yang Zheng's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "An Xia... do you know... that holding hands between opposite sexes is different from other things?"
Shen Anxia's heart was pounding wildly. In that instant, she thought she was about to lose her first kiss, but she also seemed to have some expectations. However, she was also a little scared because what might happen after the kiss was something unpredictable and uncontrollable, and these things shouldn't happen now.
"Could you... get up a little... before you speak..." Shen Anxia found that she couldn't even finish a sentence properly.
She could feel Yang Zheng forcefully suppressing his uncontrollable impulse during the long struggle, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
How could Yang Zheng be willing to let her go? Looking at the girl in front of him who seemed like a bewildered little deer, Yang Zheng was extremely glad that he hadn't done anything out of line.
His forehead slowly lowered and rested on Shen Anxia's left shoulder.
“Anxia,” Yang Zheng’s voice was still hoarse, “I was really slow to realize it.”
Shen Anxia didn't know what he was talking about, and didn't know how to respond.
After a while, Yang Zheng said again, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have gone six months without contacting you."
Shen Anxia finally understood what Yang Zheng was still struggling with, and she said softly, "Yang Zheng, I was the one who said goodbye first, so whatever you do is right."
She felt Yang Zheng shake his head on her shoulder, and he said to her in a hoarse voice, "It's my fault that you haven't had a good six months." After saying that, his arm slowly pulled her into his embrace.
Shen Anxia suddenly felt like crying again.
These arms finally embraced me again.
This moment, which she couldn't believe, was afraid to remember, and dared not recall, confirmed once again the feeling of liking someone.
At this moment, Shen Anxia was certain that she truly, truly loved the person beside her.
Her tense body relaxed, and she hugged Yang Zheng back, burying her head deeply in Yang Zheng's neck.
She heard Yang Zheng chuckle softly in her ear.
Shen Anxia wanted to look up and ask him what he was laughing at, but he pulled her back into his arms.
After hugging for a long time, Shen Anxia nudged Yang Zheng and said, "It's almost midnight."
Yang Zheng hummed in agreement, but still didn't let go.
Shen Anxia nudged him again: "I haven't washed up yet."
Yang Zheng then let go of her: "Try the fruit first, then go wash up."
Shen Anxia nodded, took a big strawberry, took a bite, and handed one to Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng glanced at Shen Anxia's already flushed and beautiful face, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.
Seeing Yang Zheng's endless laughter, Shen Anxia guessed that she must be feeling hot and bothered. She felt she couldn't stay there for another minute, so she said "I'm full" and hurried back to her bedroom. After a while, she came out with a quilt and quickly told Yang Zheng, "I washed this quilt that my dad used during the New Year. You can use it tonight."
Without waiting for Yang Zheng to express his opinion, he went straight back to the bedroom.
Watching her jog back and slam the door shut, Yang Zheng smiled gently, took a bite of the strawberry in his hand, and thought, "Mmm, it's really sweet."
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