Chapter 29 Chapter 29 I am not the same as you
It was already late when we arrived at Xiangsen Cemetery.
Cen Xue fell asleep halfway through the journey. The slightly vibrating car body was simply the most suitable cradle for an adult.
He opened his eyes drowsily, and Yan Zijiao was leaning over to him as if he was about to wake him up.
"...Mr. Yan?"
Cen Xue murmured, the car was so quiet that she couldn't help but lower the volume, with the rising tone that was unique to someone who had just woken up.
"woke up."
Yan Zijiao just nodded slightly, but did not stop. He walked over to help him unbuckle his seat belt.
The two people's clothes inevitably rubbed against each other. From Cen Xue's perspective, she could see the collar of his shirt buttoned tightly to the first button and his superior jaw angle. The tip of her nose could smell the faint scent of vetiver, which brought a hidden damp smell to the car interior, which was well-air-conditioned and relatively dry.
If he also entered the entertainment industry, the number one on the must-eat list might be someone else.
Cen Xue turned her head slightly and waited for the snap of the seat belt buckle to release.
Since we met, Yan Zijiao has never changed.
He is calm and direct, never smiling when talking about work, and has a cold restraint, which is completely different from the carnival atmosphere prevailing in the industry.
After all, it is hard to imagine him reviewing explosive entries such as celebrities' births, marriages, infidelity, and breakups.
But in private, he would be much more relaxed. The chuckle he gave when he first set off was the most emotional expression Cen Xue had ever seen from him.
Yan Zijiao said, "Get off the car."
The two got out of the car and took out two bouquets of flowers from the trunk. At first glance, the yellow and white colors looked like the common chrysanthemums, but a closer look revealed that they were chamomile and sunflowers. Cen Xue looked at Yan Zijiao in surprise and handed one of the bouquets over.
Yan Zijiao: "He is more suitable for this, isn't he?"
Innocence, love and loyalty.
Yan Zijiao was wearing a shirt and trousers, and seemed to have just come out of the company to pick up Cen Xue.
He rolled up his sleeves and fixed them at his elbows. The lines of his forearms became more profound as he held the bouquet. His watch flickered sporadically in the night. Cen Xue guessed that it was inlaid with diamonds and must be very expensive.
He looks a lot like—
The woman in the photo frame in Yan Pei's home just has more of a man's cold lines and demeanor.
After all, they are aunt and niece.
Although they are cousins, Yan Pei does not look like him. The former may be more like the Yan Sheng who left a message in the photo, his father.
Xiangsen Cemetery is built on the hillside of a mountain. On the back of the mountain is the largest lake in S City. It can be said to be a place with good feng shui, surrounded by mountains and water.
It’s just that the year is too early, and in order not to block the scenery, the tombstones are arranged in a stepped manner. When Cen Xue went to buy them, only the top ones were left. Every time she came, she had to climb the stone steps of almost a hillside.
From the parking lot, you need to walk uphill.
There were no people around at this time and it was completely silent.
Amidst the staggered footsteps, Cen Xue always kept a step behind him. Yan Zijiao seemed to sense the distance and suddenly stopped where he was for a moment. He turned around and said to him, "I was a little surprised that you took the initiative to look for me that night."
Taking a step forward, Cen Xue stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
Cen Xue breathed lightly and rested for a while. Yan Zijiao's words brought him back to the late night not long ago.
He also had to thank his two cunning predecessors, who were afraid that he would not be able to travel, so they wrote down all the access codes of the training camp on private notes, making it easy for him to go out.
He used cash to buy a bottle of water at a convenience store two blocks away, and then borrowed the boss's cell phone to make a call.
Although her cell phone was taken away by the program crew, Cen Xue still remembered three numbers in her mind.
One is my mother’s, and one is Yan Zijiao’s.
I called Yan Zijiao many times during a certain period seven years ago. The impression was so deep that I probably wouldn't forget it even after another seven years.
The call was connected, and after a brief ring, a strange voice answered it.
"Hello, I'm Cindy, Mr. Yan's secretary. May I ask who you are?"
"I am..." Glancing at the gossiping boss waiting, Cen Xue turned her back and said, "Please tell Mr. Yan that Cen Xue is looking for him."
Cindy agreed.
After a while, a car came to the convenience store and took Cen Xue away.
So that night—
Yan Pei thought he met Lu Yanxi.
Fu Rouyun was suspicious between Yan and Lu.
Lu Yanxi knew nothing and took the initiative to help take responsibility for the lie.
The three men were suspicious of each other, but Cen Xue hadn't seen anyone. There were two choices, and she never said she had to choose only one.
"Luckily you didn't change your phone number," Cen Xue smiled, "otherwise I would have made this trip in vain."
He met Yan Zijiao.
At night, two people holding flowers stood there, but this was a cemetery, and there was nothing but the chirping of insects in the bushes, which was a bit too discordant.
After answering this, Cen Xue continued to walk forward. Yan Zijiao caught up with him calmly and walked side by side with him again.
"Mr. Yan lent me two things at the time—one was a cell phone. I'll return it to you on my way back, but as for the second one... I might not be able to do it."
Cen Xue spoke incoherently.
"Because I have finished taking the liver protection tablets, the effect is quite good."
"That was originally a gift for you," Yan Zijiao answered the previous topic, "You can call me seven years from now and I'll still be able to get through. I won't change my number."
He continued, "What about the cake?"
Cen Xue: "...cake?"
Yan Zijiao: "How does it taste?"
Cen Xue: "..."
Something is not good.
Cake? He had no idea what it looked like, let alone the taste.
Because it was pitch dark, all the liquid went into Fu Rouyun's stomach.
"It's pretty good," Cen Xue desperately searched her memories of that night, roughly quoting Fu Rouyun's evaluation. "The filling is generous, sweet but not greasy. However, it would be better if the chocolate chips could be replaced with dark chocolate. The hazelnut ones are a bit too heavy."
Yan Zijiao listened carefully: "I didn't expect you to know something about desserts."
Cen Xue laughed dryly: "Haha, yes."
This scene is really weird.
After borrowing another person's answer and handing it in, Cen Xue felt inexplicably ashamed, after all, the cake was prepared for him by Yan Zijiao.
Unexpectedly, Yan Zijiao said, "It just so happens that I have another one in the small refrigerator in my car. If you like it, take it."
Cen Xue subconsciously said, "How can this be good..."
Yan Zijiao: "Cindy waited in line for an hour to buy it today."
Thank you for your hard work, Cindy.
Cen Xue still remembered that she helped connect the line, and choked up, "Okay."
"It just so happens that it's not the chocolate chip kind. Why don't you try something new?" Yan Zijiao seemed to be thinking about it. "Or is it because you need to manage your body for work?"
"Body management?"
Mentioning these words, Cen Xue felt even more ashamed.
In order to recuperate, he lay down for more than a month. Fu Rouyun packed meals from the most famous local restaurant every day to nourish himself. Now, not to mention regaining the weight he lost in the draft, he is even one or two pounds heavier than when he was in the Fu family.
You can even pinch flesh out of your face.
He laughed at himself: "That's not the case. I'm not a star."
"Really? I thought you were going to continue."
Yan Zijiao said seemingly casually.
"After all, you know, very few people actively ask to expose information, and the person being exposed is usually the most famous one."
When he said this, under the dim yellow light of the street lamp, one could see a rare smile on his face.
Like a crack in an iceberg, what surges out is not coldness, but unexpected warmth.
You never know whether there is just a wisp of hot wind passing through under the iceberg, or an endless raging fire.
He will only let you see the part that he wants you to see.
Yan Zijiao casually quoted the hidden rules of the circle: "Generally speaking, we will only reveal it to Lu Yanxi first, and then offer him a price to buy it, or sell it to his opponent. And the price of this level is not something that ordinary people can afford."
"But you didn't sell it to Lu Yanxi or his rivals, and you didn't take a penny from me."
Finally reaching flat ground, Cen Xue slowed down her pace, holding sunflowers and chamomiles in her arms.
"Mr. Yan said he would help me, and he will definitely help me."
With a bit of smug confidence, Cen Xue's eyebrows were curved, and her lovable appearance made her smile naturally attract favor.
Leaving this sentence, without responding to the other party's temptation about future plans, Cen Xue quickly took a few steps and jogged towards the middle-aged woman who had been waiting at the foot of the stone stairs.
"Mother!"
Seeing them, Cen Jing also smiled and waved.
Her hair was gray and she was dressed in black. Logically, she was only in her fifties and should not look so tired. However, she had suffered too much in her youth and could no longer make up for it.
Fortunately, like Cen Xue, I have a new life.
Yan Zijiao stood there in a daze for a few seconds, with a look of helplessness on his face as to what he could do to him, and then he strode after him.
When he was about to reach Cen Jing, Cen Xue's broken leg and ankle went weak and he almost fell down. Fortunately, Yan Zijiao arrived in time, supported his arm and lifted him up.
"Be careful."
Cen Jing made a series of sign language gestures.
Yan Zijiao looked at Cen Xue in confusion.
"My mom said she was so embarrassed," Cen Xue asked her mother to thank her on her behalf. "Please bother driving me here so late."
"Don't bother. I haven't been here for a while."
Cen Jing smiled gently, and her mouth couldn't help but utter unclear syllables.
Cen Xue continued to translate, "It's been almost three years now. She still remembers that the flowers you gave her were also sunflowers... She said, 'Thank you for remembering him.'"
Today is his memorial day.
His tomb was in a very high place, which meant one had to climb about six floors in one breath. The stone stairs had no uniform standard, with some steps higher and some lower. Cen Xue supported Cen Jing, but he was still a little weak and started panting after a few steps.
Yan Zijiao slowly changed his position and walked to the other side of Cen Jing to support her.
He gestured: "Be careful."
Cen Xue let go without worry and went to grab the railing for leverage.
After finally climbing up, the three of them arrived in front of the tombstone. The stone tablet was newly carved in recent years and showed few signs of wear. Compared with the surrounding neighborhood tombstones, it looked very new. However, the memorial year engraved on it was different.
They all turned around at the same time and looked in the direction the tombstone was looking at—
Let out a sigh.
Without any obstructions, the city's night scene is clearly visible.
The stars and lights form a galaxy-like light spot, which is bustling and lively, but there is no sound, and it is quiet and remote.
There was a flickering light source moving beside the stone steps. It was the grave keeper patrolling at night.
*
On the other side, the teahouse.
A pot of bitter tea was brought up, and Fu Rouyun, with a dagger in his smile, enthusiastically poured tea for the two of them.
Yan Pei: "How do I know if you will do anything?"
"This is the difference between me and you," Fu Rouyun said, hinting, "I never do anything that Cen Xue doesn't like."
Lu Yanxi didn't care. He loved drinking tea, otherwise he wouldn't have invested.
The bitter taste spreading in his mouth actually helped to suppress his restlessness.
"It's just as well. He's not here, so we can talk about other things."
Yan Pei looked at Fu Rouyun's wary expression, shook his teacup, and said with ill intention.
"You spend every day together, didn't you notice when he looked at you—"
"Like you're looking at someone else?"
Fu Rouyun paused.
"So what?"
Without the expected disappointment, shock or surprise, he broke the cookie that came with his tea in half.
He smiled his most familiar smile, which was so pure and innocent.
"It's a pity that you and I are not of the same type."
Even if she wanted to see something through herself, the person Cen Xue wanted to see would never be you.
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