Chapter 77: He's right here.

In the other business car, the man in the center seat was staring out the window in the same silence.

Chen Jingshen's first visit to the city was small and quiet, like the old street he had visited so many times.

As he glanced over each road, each store, he would silently fill his mind with people, wondering if any of the people he was thinking about had passed through here in the last six years, what had happened to them, who they had met.

Are you used to living here? Are you happy? Do you still fight and smoke? Do you think about him?

On a rainy day, the car was stopped at a long traffic light. Chen Jingshen stared at a newsstand for a long time, as if he saw the back of the half-kneeling camera in the window again.

She's skinny, six years older than she was in high school, and her face is all skinny and pointy. She still wore a cold and fierce expression, didn't speak to customers with much politeness, said less than before, and wore her hair very soft and long.

The car restarted and Chen Jingshen curled his fingers and turned his eyes back to the car.

The back of the room was buzzing with chatter.

"I just looked at the original movie, this photographer did a really good job, it's not worth it that I queued up for so long. I was going to ask him to follow me to the wedding tomorrow, but he said he doesn't do this kind of work, alas."

"Can there be anything wrong with my recommendation? This store is quite the internet sensation, as soon as you said you were coming to Ningcheng for your wedding I immediately thought of this store." The bridesmaid said, "The photographer is also pleasing to the eye, isn't he?"

The bride immediately nodded approvingly, "Too bad there's a girlfriend."

"What? How do you even know that?" Xin Lang, who was sitting in the center with Chen Jingshen, asked, frowning back.

"The reviews under their online store, I shared the store in the group before, didn't you click on it? They all said that he and the store manager are a couple."

Xin Lang leaned back in his chair, gave a long "oh" and exited the women's group chat.

He straightened his lapel and turned his head to the person beside him, "Brother Deep, isn't the company busy these days?"

"It's okay." Chen Jingshen said.

Xin Lang nodded his head and thought to himself, "This is really a man of God. He has a friend who works in the same company as Chen Jingshen, and when they met last week, his friend's dark circles were so scary that he could have carried them to the zoo, and he was really sweating to make money, and the other person even lamented that every time he went out to eat with Chen Jingshen, people would think that he was his uncle.

Chen Jingshen sat with his legs spread out, Xin Lang took a look at him and thought it was quite cool, so he followed suit and spread his legs out at the same angle.

"It's a good thing you came, or I wouldn't have been able to find anyone at the end of the year." Xin Lang asks, "But how did you become available again afterward?"

He had invited Chen Jingshen once before, and the other party refused, who thought that a few days later, Chen Jingshen suddenly called him again and took over the work of the best man.

"The project at hand is almost done, so I took the vacation time I had accumulated before along with my annual leave." Chen Jingshen replied lightly.

"......"

Xin Lang dumbfounded, after a long time before saying, "also, also do not need so many days, I, I this wedding just one day ......"

"I know." Chen Jingshen said, "Just happened to come over here for something."

"So ......" Xin Lang breathed a sigh of relief and casually asked, "Hey, it's not easy for you to take a vacation, why don't you bring your boyfriend along for the ride?"

The bridesmaids sitting behind him immediately pricked up their ears.

Chen Jingshen said after a moment of silence, "He's right here."

Xin Lang suddenly realized, gave a laugh, and asked him to bring the person tomorrow. Chen Jingshen perfunctorily made an excuse, and the topic was easily dropped.

The car soon began to talk about the wedding tomorrow, Chen Jingshen absentmindedly listen, pick up the phone a few random scratch, and then flipped to the circle of friends he saw a while ago.

It's from Wang Luan: [ah ah ah the end of the year why so busy! So want to go to Ningcheng! I want to hit someone!

Zhang Xianjing: [Eat more meat during this time, so that if you go over there and get beaten up it won't hurt too much.]

Zuo Kuan : [You hold back a little longer, I'm still on fucking vacation for half a month.]

When a string is taut, the slightest movement can pluck out a sound.

Chen Jingshen wasn't a sensitive person before, but when he saw this circle of friends, which seemed to be a riddle, he had a hunch that it might have something to do with Yu Fan.

He opened Wang Luan's dialog box and hesitated for a long time, then suddenly remembered that his friend had invited him to a wedding a few days ago, which seemed to be in Ningcheng, so he opened the discussion group that his friend had dragged him into and took a look at it, and saw the photography studio store that the bride had shared with him, as well as the sentence, "The photographer is so handsome, he has long hair, and there are two moles on his face".

Chen Jingshen Clicked in and saw that the person he had been looking for for six years was already someone else's boyfriend in the comments with the picture of the tripe.

Although the rain has stopped, the sky of Ningcheng is still covered with dark clouds, and it looks like it is about to blast off a second one at any time.

So we all arrived at the place and started shooting in a hurry. The location is not as limiting, and it was quicker than the studio, so it didn't take long to finish the group photos, leaving only the last Xin Lang photos of the bride to be taken individually.

Chen Jingshen sat under an umbrella and waited, and Wang Yue handed him a bottle of mineral water.

He put down his cell phone and took it, saying thank you.

"You're welcome." Wang Yue casually scanned his cell phone, then froze, "You've seen this shitty movie too?"

"What?"

"Summer, Full Moon and You, that super bad movie that imitated popular movie titles to rub off on people in 17 years, isn't your phone wallpaper a scene from it?" Wang Yue laughed, "Yu Fan has the same wallpaper as you, you're the only two around me who fell for that crappy movie."

Chen Jingshen gripped the bottle of water in his hand, the knot in his throat rolled several times, and finally there was only a vague, "Uh-huh."

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The photos were taken in time for the rain, and everyone ran in unison to the parking area, clutching their stuff.

Yu Fan held the umbrella and escorted Wang Yue to the driver's seat, the rain slamming loudly on the surface of the umbrella, and when he opened the passenger door he couldn't help but twist his head to look into the back of the car, where the gray suit had already stomped on the car.

"What's going on? It's raining in my baby's car!" Wang Yue yells at him.

Yu Fan returned to his senses and quickly collected his umbrella and got into the car.

When he arrived at the studio, Yu Fan wiped the water droplets on his black jacket with a piece of paper and sat down at his desk to start retouching today's drawing. After just a couple of fixes, he had to tilt his head and look at the door.

After waiting for a long time without seeing anyone, Wang Yue passed him by and he asked, pretending not to notice, "Where are they?"

"Dinner's ready." Wang Yue replied casually.

Yu Fan nodded and continued to bury his head in retouching the picture.

After an hour, Wang Yue was ready to leave work and saw Yu Fan still sitting downstairs.

"Why don't you go back?" She said in surprise.

Yu Fan rubbed his neck, "Wait for them to come back and look at the chart."

"They're not coming back. It's raining, and they're getting married tomorrow, so how can they make a special trip back to look at the drawings again? Just email or WeChat directly to the client."

Yu Fan held a movement for a long time, repeating stonily, "Not coming back?"

"The bride said she'd come by after the wedding to get the pictures."

"......"

Yu Fan had rehearsed many times in his dream the lines he would say when he and Chen Jingshen reunited, cold, apologetic, passionate, sad, but he never imagined that when they actually met, they wouldn't say a word.

It took him a long time before he spoke in a muffled voice, "That dress ......"

"Oh, I forgot. You're not classmates, just talk about returning it."

"I ...... don't have him on WeChat."

Wang Yue gave the other party a call, then doubled back, "Asked, said to stop by in a few days when the bride gets her photos. You just put it in the store."

"...... I'll bring it back." Yu Fan said, "It's wet from the rain, so wash it and bring it back."

Wang Yue nodded, "That's fine."

The torrential rain passed, and at this time, the demonic winds of Ning City were in full force, and it was cloudy and rainy.

It was raining lightly, and Yu Fan usually didn't bother to hold an umbrella in this kind of weather, but today he borrowed one from the studio, and walked towards the apartment with one hand folding his clothes.

It wasn't until late at night that Yu Fan remembered he was missing a meal tonight.

He gulped down a couple of crackers and knocked back some stomach pills, stripped off his clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

Ningcheng is wet and cold, the winter is not long, but once the temperature drops it is freezing to the bones. Yu Fan set a t-shirt out feel bad, open the closet in the jacket pick and choose, and finally turned his head silently, glanced at the black jacket just hung up by him.

...... It's not taken to the dry cleaner until tomorrow anyway.

The jacket had been blown by the sea breeze for most of the day, and the smell of mint on it was already very faint. Yu Fan sat on the sofa with her legs bent, smothering her nose in her clothes to fix today's picture.

After finishing the others, he moved his mouse to Chen Jingshen's face, stopping for a long time without moving.

I should have known to say a word today.

Say anything, like it's been a long time, like how are you doing, like do you have a new boyfriend, like when did you come out for him ......

Thinking a word his stomach pumped in protest, Yu Fan licked his lips, tempted to go downstairs and buy cigarettes.

Strange as it may seem, Chen Jingshen told him to quit smoking, but every time he saw Chen Jingshen, he wanted to smoke. Yu Fan lay on the sofa for a while and realized that he might not be addicted to cigarettes, but to Chen Jingshen.

How did Chen Jingshen come out? Does Ji Lianyi know? Did Ji Lianyi agree? If it was a good guy, Ji Lianyi probably wouldn't have reacted so strongly.

What does he look like? Chen Jingshen. Do you like him?

Must like it a lot or why would you come out of the closet and go to it every holiday.

Yu Fan, his stomach numb with pain, pulled Chen Jingshen's face on the screen into a prototype, tuned it back in, over and over again, and finally rubbed his face, covered the computer, casually grabbed a pillow and put it on the back of his neck, curled up sideways to the couch and closed his eyes.

Yu Fan couldn't remember when he fell asleep, his mind was muddled when he was woken up by the knock on the door.

He stared at the back cushions of the couch for a moment, lifting his head to get up before realizing that he was a bit unable to make it up.

It did seem a bit much for a six-foot-eight man to be nestled on a narrow couch all night, and he closed his eyes for a moment to slow down, bracing his hands to stand up, his legs and arms numb.

The eyelids and head were heavy and a little dizzy. Yu Fan knocked a few times to his head, gripped a handful of his sleep-flecked hair as he opened the door, and asked irritably, "Who ......"

Seeing the person outside the door, he immediately stood rigid, his hand trapped in his hair not moving again.

"I'll get the clothes." Chen Jingshen said.

The wedding was over by noon, and he'd changed into a dark blue sweatshirt and black sweatpants, so clean and fresh that he seemed to have pulled himself out of his adult mode again, still the same cold and reserved grade one he'd been before.

Yu Fan gripped the doorknob in a daze for a long moment before re-collapsing his eyelids and responding, "Oh."

"Wait, I'll get ......" Yu Fan said and then stopped violently.

Chen Jingshen looked down at the clothes he was wearing, and Yu Fan followed suit, his eyes pausing for a long moment on the black coat Chen Jingshen had come to find.

"......"

So humiliating. I want to die. Why is he sleeping in Chen Jingshen's jacket?

Yu Fan's scalp tingled for a long time before he squeezed out through his teeth, "I don't have any other coats, I've washed them all."

He said he wanted to take off his jacket, and in the process his arm touched the door, which swung toward Chen Jingshen and was about to close.

Yu Fan subconsciously tried to grab the door handle when the door panel was stopped by a large hand.

"Then you wear it first." Chen Jingshen lowered his eyes at him and whispered, "It's been a long time, so you won't invite me in?"

Yu Fan's hand was still gripping his jacket, a little sluggish from the numbness in his hands and feet and the stomach pain. He paused for a moment and subconsciously recalled his home, he hadn't eaten last night so the house didn't smell much, and the garbage had been thrown out yesterday before he left the house ......

Chen Jingshen waited quietly for a long time, his jawline tensed for a split second and then loosened. Finally, he said, "Forget it."

After saying that he turned to leave. Just after taking a step, his clothes were tugged hard behind him.

Yu Fan was in such a hurry that he almost grabbed a handful of fabric, and the sweatshirt behind Chen Jingshen's back was torn for a long stretch.

Seeing him turn back, Yu Fan pushed the door open with his other hand and said stiffly with a wooden face, "Come in."