Chapter 136 Who is Song Zhiyu?
In the early morning, birds perched on the eaves and chirped. There was no sound insulation between the inside and outside of the house, and the sounds from outside floated in through the cracks in the windows, mixed with the birds' calls.
Everyone was tired after a long day yesterday, and even the staff from the program team hadn't arrived yet.
The time had already reached half past ten, and the sound of the suitcase wheels colliding with the uneven ground outside the house was incessant.
Wake up people in rooms near the outside.
Zhu Yanshi opened his eyes and pushed away the hands on his shoulders and waist from both sides.
When he got up, all the bones in his body seemed to be torn apart and reassembled, and every time he moved, there was a series of creaking sounds.
The two people next to him were still sleeping soundly, and they were almost sticking to him in their sleep, causing him to be covered in sweat.
Even though the air conditioner in the room was on low, it couldn't withstand the scorching heat from the two stoves...
Zhu Yanshi pushed open the window and wanted to take a look at who was making such a loud noise outside.
The window opened, and the first ray of bright light from above shone on the boy's cheek, illuminating his hair, which was a little messy from sleeping, and his pair of sparkling eyes.
He squinted his eyes slightly, as if he couldn't immediately accept the bright light from the outside world. He paused for a long time until someone outside called his name in a familiar voice.
"Zhu Yanshi."
Zhu Yanshi opened his eyes slightly and saw clearly the figure of the man standing in the sunlight.
The other person was wearing a simple white T-shirt, and his skin was glowing white under the light. He stared at him with an aggressive gaze, and after a moment, a smile spread across his face.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"I still miss you."
The sound dropped and my heartbeat quickened.
Song Zhiyu has always been generous in expressing his longing for someone. They finally met again, and now they meet again after a long separation.
It’s only been over twenty days since the last time, but it feels like a whole year has passed.
He stood in the sun, the light fell on him, and the picture was frozen, like an oil painting with great colorful beauty.
Zhu Yanshi didn't say anything, but just raised the corner of his eyelids slightly. He closed the window, turned around and walked out of the room.
The man had already consciously stood in the shade under the eaves, pulled out a bamboo chair and sat down, then followed the local custom and grabbed the palm-leaf fan on the chair to fan himself.
The weather is hot and the wind is stuffy.
Zhu Yanshi opened the door, walked out and stood beside the other person.
"Why did you come here suddenly?"
"This isn't worth it... I'll be back in two days..."
Song Zhiyu turned the palm-leaf fan he was using to fan himself and gently shook it up and down towards Zhu Yan.
"I heard that there are a lot of people around you."
"If I don't come soon, I'll probably be kicked out of your ranking sequence."
He joked, tilting his head slightly to stare into the boy's eyes, a smile playing on his lips.
"I just saw a lot of people crowded in your room..."
"So many of you sleeping together?"
Temptation.
Zhu Yanshi snatched the palm-leaf fan from the other person's hand and blinked.
"My two childhood friends."
"Yuan Qing and that... 18th-tier guy?"
Song Zhiyu thought for a long time before coming up with this nickname.
Zhu Yanshi hit the other person's shoulder with the palm-leaf fan in his hand.
"Then what am I? An 18th-tier temporary assistant?"
Song Zhiyu laughed again. He suddenly stood up, grabbed Zhu Yanshi's hand that was fanning him with a palm-leaf fan, and circled his slender wrist.
His hands began to move, putting the object in his hand around the boy's wrist.
"A...meeting gift for you."
Song Zhiyu lowered his head slightly and carefully tidied the boy's clothes.
He stepped back, and Zhu Yanshi saw a watch on the other person's wrist. He couldn't tell what brand it was, but there was a string of English characters printed on the surface.
"You all like giving watches as gifts? Scolding me?"
Zhu Yanshi smiled and joked, wanting to take off the watch on his wrist.
"This thing isn't expensive. You're carrying it, a gadget worth a few thousand dollars."
Song Zhiyu held the other person's hand, as if afraid that the other person would not believe it, and showed the transfer page to Zhu Yanshi.
9999 yuan.
It's not just a few thousand...
Compared to the expensive watch Yuan Qing had given him before, Zhu Yanshi thought for a moment and accepted the gift as a matter of course.
Just consider it as a small compensation for the time when I was the other party's assistant and was picked on.
By the way...was Song Zhiyu picky at that time?
I don't remember Zhu Yanshi very clearly.
He turned his wrist to take a look at the details of the watch. Every detail was carefully designed and it was a great value for money.
The watch dial is inlaid with a circle of sparkling diamonds, and even the strap is decorated with diamonds.
Under the light, the whole watch is shining.
Zhu Yan sometimes picks out the eyes.
The stuff is not expensive, but it is really ostentatious.
Zhu Yanshi was very satisfied with this gift. The way he showed his satisfaction was that his eyes would occasionally linger on his wrist and then he would begin to appreciate it.
Ah, I guess I'm the only one who can make such a flashy watch look so luxurious...
Ah, it's really me...
Ah, a gift from God...
ah……
I never thought that this thing is not because the person wearing it is noble, but because it is very expensive.
Song Zhiyu told a little lie.
Afraid that the other party would not accept it, I deliberately left a balance and transferred it via WeChat.
The watch was custom-made abroad, and Song Zhiyu was in charge of the entire process from the design draft to the final product.
I spent a total of less than 1,000w...
Song Zhiyu was not one of those young and impressive people with a net worth of hundreds of millions. This small sum of one thousand had cost him almost half of his net worth, and he only had a few hundred thousand left in his movable assets.
I'm not as rich as my dad, but fortunately my company is constantly generating revenue, so I don't really care.
Mainly from his point of view, the money was well spent, and he even felt that it was too little.
According to his family's philosophy, loving someone can be very difficult, but once you fall in love, you won't care about any cost of trial and error.
He likes her, so he wants to give Zhu Yanshi all the best.
Zhu Yanshi did not feel any psychological burden and dragged out a recliner from the house. The recliner was made by him and others some time ago.
It was quite sturdy, so he lay on it, fanning himself with a palm-leaf fan in one hand and tapping time on the armrest with the other.
"The program's largest investor... traveled thousands of miles to the mountain village to verify operations..."
"Brother is so dedicated!"
Song Zhiyu looked at Zhu Yan and said, "Of course I can't compare to you."
"I am the laborer, and you are the boss."
Zhu Yan is held in his hands from time to time.
Song Zhiyu stood up and patted the dust on his butt that had rubbed off on the chair.
"What are your plans for today?"
"I'm off today. No live broadcasts or work to do... I already told you you came at a bad time."
Her eyes and eyebrows are curved when she smiles.
"Then get up."
Song Zhiyu stretched out his hand and handed it to Zhu Yanshi.
"When I got on the bus just now, there was a market going on in the town below. Do you want to go shopping?"
The light illuminated the man's slender white fingers, and he moved his fingertips as if urging her.
Zhu Yanshi squinted his eyes and looked at Song Zhiyu who was under strong glare. After a moment of silence, he reached out and held the other's hand.
"I'm a little hungry... Let's go shopping..."
"Did you drive here?"
Song Zhiyu: "Otherwise? I can't have climbed up here, right?"
"Your legs are in good shape..."
The two of them laughed.
The relationship between them, perhaps because they hadn't seen each other for a long time, returned to its most comfortable state.
Zhu Yanshi sent a message to Yuan Qing and Chen Shiyi, saying that he was going to the town for a walk and asked them not to wait for him for lunch.
There was no reply from the other end, probably he hasn't woken up yet.
In the mountain village covered with yellow earth, the mud road was bumpy and strewn with stones, and a Brabus scratched past it.
Zhu Yanshi: "You drove such a nice car?"
"Isn't this a mountain road?"
Song Zhiyu raised his eyebrows.
The corners of Zhu Yanshi's mouth twitched wildly.
He couldn't stand it anymore. Sooner or later, he would fight with these rich people! !
The sun was blazing brightly, and the streets of the small town were lined with vendors coming to the market. A small road was only wide enough for one car to pass, and both sides were crowded with people. All kinds of strange things were piled on the ground.
They sell everything.
There are even some people who can break rocks with their chests... I don't know who in this mountain kaka is watching...
Song Zhiyu's car was having difficulty moving, so the two of them simply found a place, stopped the car, and walked around the market.
The villagers in the town all spoke their local dialect, and in the midst of the chaotic price war, they chattered so loudly that it was impossible to hear what they were saying.
The old men and women were always crowding together, and some were arguing loudly in the middle of the crowd, making it very lively.
Song Zhiyu had experienced this kind of market life during a trip before. It was quite pleasant and he was able to eat some snacks and delicacies that were not available in big cities.
He didn't have any serious illnesses, and even though he knew these things tasted good and would take a day to defecate after eating them, he was still willing to try them.
He took Zhu Yanshi to a stall. The stall was crowded with people. He let Zhu Yanshi take a seat while he went to the front to queue.
Zhu Yanshi grew up in such a life and was very familiar with some of the routines of going to the market, but he did not expect that Song Zhiyu was also interested in such culture.
He picked up a pot of chili oil on the table and smelled the scent of the chili oil.
This is a little trick he uses to judge whether the food is appetizing when he goes out to eat snacks. In their area, the fragrance of the chili oil determines the chef's skills.
After just one sniff, Zhu Yanshi felt relieved.
No wonder this shop is so crowded, the taste should be pretty good...
While sitting at the table waiting, the phone in my pocket started vibrating wildly, and a puppy's number kept calling me.
As soon as Zhu Yanshi answered the phone, he heard hysterical howling from the other end.
"Where have you been? I'm coming to find you!!"
"Didn't I just tell you yesterday...that guy surnamed Fu is no good! Why are you going to him again?!"
"Yuan Qing has already called a taxi... Please send me the address."
"It's really unnecessary."
Zhu Yanshi finally interrupted.
"It's not Fu Qi'an."
Only after he finished speaking did the other side finally quiet down, the sound of breathing constantly hitting the microphone.
Yuan Qing's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Who is that?"
Obviously much more rigorous.
Zhu Yanshi knew very well whose name he was about to reveal, and was hesitating as he was afraid that he would be torn into pieces by the two men.
Song Zhiyu, who happened to be carrying two bowls of noodles, came over from behind with a smile on his face and asked:
"Who's so annoying? They keep pestering me..."
Yuan Qing gritted his teeth and said, "Song! Zhi! Yu!!"
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