The morning sun was slightly intoxicating, and the street food stalls had already set up their seats. Qi Yan came to his favorite breakfast shop and ordered side dishes and porridge, plus a snow-white and soft steamed bun, which was his breakfast.

Returning to a peaceful life, Qi Yan had to fight and work hard for himself.

Ning Jin and Wen Ruo lived happily together and often brought their children to see him, hoping to help Qi Yan in some way. But Qi Yan didn't need it. Even though he had been imprisoned by Feng Yangao for so long, he was full of hope for the outside world.

So what if he was a top student at A University? Qi Yan wouldn't care even if he was a waiter.

The purpose of life is to find a job that can support yourself, and then live a relaxed life.

After leaving the alley, Qi Yan got on the bus and prepared to go to work. He worked in an editorial department, doing typesetting and design, which was not a very important job. There were graphic designers above him and literary editors below him, so his typesetting work was the simplest.

Therefore, he did not earn much. After paying the rent, only 60% of his monthly salary was left.

Excluding living expenses, Qi Yan could not save much money every month, but he was very content.

Qi Yan felt that he did not need anything, and Feng Yangao would often send him some things, although he never showed up.

"Does he send you gifts every month?" Ning Jin poured a cup of tea for Qi Yan: "Don't forgive him."

Qi Yan drank the tea and said in a light voice: "How should I put it, I don't know what the situation is now."

"Feng Yangao is a selfish person. If it weren't for his selfishness, how could you--" Ning Jin finished speaking, and sighed deeply, replacing the words he wanted to say in his heart.

"Let's not talk about it." Qi Yan wanted to say that he had forgiven Feng Yangao, but he couldn't face it.

"Wenruo went to buy groceries and pick up the children. Let's eat here tonight." Ning Jin invited: "It's been a long time since we had dinner together."

Qi Yan smiled and said: "No, I have something to do tonight."

"What's the matter? Can I not eat?" Ning Jin tried to keep him.

"Yeah, we can't have dinner." Qi Yan also continued to talk along with his words. Ning Jin raised an eyebrow, looking as if she understood.

"That's just how you are. You don't want to trouble others. But we are a family now."

"Ning Jin, this is different." Qi Yan stood up and said goodbye: "I really have something to do. Let's have dinner together next time."

Ning Jin didn't want to keep him any longer, so she had to send him out of the house.

Qi Yan's days off were often spent on mountain climbing and sightseeing. He had visited almost all the attractions in this city in one day. There were a few places he particularly liked, so he went there every week. He used the camera he bought with his own money to take pictures of nature. One after another, beautiful and fresh pictures were developed and hung in his small rental house.

Qi Yan never felt how boring his life was. He felt that this was a different kind of fun.

But his heart still felt empty, not knowing what was missing or what part of his memory he had lost.

Qi Yan was not a person who liked to escape, but when it came to Feng Yangao, he chose to escape.

Feng Yangao also knew something, so he refused to show up and had been protecting Qi Yan in his own way.

In a flash, a year passed, winter went and spring came. The snow as white as cotton turned into a pool of clear water under the urging of the clouds, and the increasingly hot air evaporated them. Spring came just like that.

"Qi Yan, I'm sorry, my relatives came here from other places to live with us, and they have no place to live." The landlord said apologetically: "I may not be able to continue renting my house to you, I'm sorry."

The house was originally rented on a monthly basis, and there was no fixed-term contract. If the landlord did not rent it, Qi Yan could not say anything.

"It's okay, I'll look for another house."

"Well, you can stay here for a few more days until you find a new house."

The landlord was also very humane. I wonder where she plans to arrange her relatives in the next few days.

Qi Yan began to look for a new house. After sorting out and packing up his things, he packed all of them in a suitcase and a large box. None of the furniture belonged to Qi Yan. This move couldn't be easier for Qi Yan.

After searching for a long time without finding a suitable house, Qi Yan left his phone number and requirements with the rental agency, and waited while searching.

After a few days of fruitless work, Qi Yan sighed in disappointment. The date given by the landlord had expired. Qi Yan had no choice but to ask Ning Jin for help when he received a call from the rental agency.

A high-end apartment not far from the editorial office where Qi Yan worked was ready for rent, and asked Qi Yan if he was willing to rent it.

Qi Yan paused and told the rental agency about his salary situation, but the rental agency said it was no problem.

"The owner of the apartment seems to be a boss who is away from home all year round. He doesn't go home, and he thinks it's okay to leave it empty, so he rents it out at a low price, and someone can clean the room... But he won't take care of the water and electricity bills."

Qi Yan was ecstatic. He had to pay for the water and electricity bills himself, and now he could rent a better house with the original price, so why not?

Qi Yan quickly signed a contract with the rental agency, but the owner never showed up, so the rental agency had full authority to represent him.

It was a small, high-end apartment with one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. It was fully equipped with modern decoration, which was exactly what Qi Yan liked.

Qi Yan found several photo frames and photos in the house. They were all of a man and a woman in their forties, who looked like a couple.

This must be the owner of the house. Qi Yan thought about it, put the photo in the photo frame, and then wiped the photo frame clean and put it in the cabinet.

No matter what, you have to thank him.

To be honest, when Qi Yan knew that this high-end apartment was for rent, he thought that Feng Yangao was helping him behind the scenes. But now, he has given up his idea.

He doesn't want to owe Feng Yangao this favor, whether it's true or false.

He can still remember that Feng Yangao stood on the street and said to him, can I pursue you again?

Qi Yan agreed at the time, but later, he wanted to escape.

The trauma caused by one person to another can be healed, but not immediately.

Life was back on track. Feng Yangao still sent things every month, almost all of which were exquisite decorations and various delicacies and specialties. There was no romance, but it was very real.

Qi Yan collected them one by one and put them where they should be.

Another winter came, and Qi Yan welcomed his first Christmas in the new apartment.

Christmas happened to be a Saturday, Qi Yan put on his favorite dark green sweater, with a white collar, like a Christmas tree.

Just after tidying up the house, the doorbell suddenly rang in the silent house.

Perhaps, this is an opportunity.