Chapter 17
The cool breeze is faint, and there is a street lamp every other section, mixed with light and dark.

This section of road is the plank road leading to the villa.

Tang Zhichu put his hands in his pockets, and Chen Siyang waved his arms leisurely.

On this date, Chen Siyang felt a lot more relaxed.

"This road is similar to the road in my hometown." Chen Siyang broke the short silence.

Tang Zhichu didn't answer, but asked instead: "How is it, are you happy today?"

"Be happy."

"What is happiness, hurt."

"Then do you think I'm happy?" Chen Siyang turned to look at Tang Zhichu.

Tang Zhichu nodded: "It must be happy, at least there are many smiles."

"I also think, that's why you are quite charming. You need to talk more, you need to chat more, and when you lie down in the soil, you won't be able to talk if you want to." Chen Siyang laughed.

Tang Zhichu: "Thank you."

Chen Siyang also followed Tang Zhichu's example and abducted him with his arm, then happily ran over to the villa.

When I got to the door, seeing that Tang Zhichu hadn't followed, I turned back and waited for him.

"Hurry up, Old Tang."

"Old Tang?"

"Well, you don't talk much and still look slow, who is not old if you are not old?"

"It's better than some people suffering all day long."

Chen Siyang stared: "Who is suffering?"

After Tang Zhichu approached, he snatched the fisherman's hat from Chen Siyang's head, and then put it on his own head. When he lowered his head, passers-by could see a nose at most.

After finishing all this, Tang Zhichu raised his head again, and looked at Chen Siyang through his nostrils: "How about this look? Does it look like you are bitter and bitter?"

Chen Siyang burst out laughing, then punched him, and said with a smile: "I'm cool, you are seriously ill."

"We are the same, if you say that I am sick, then you are also sick."

"Bah, you are sick!"

The two chatted for a while, then pushed open the door.

After changing his shoes and entering the house, he found four pairs of strange eyes.

Everyone is in the living room, looking at the photos taken by Huang Zejun together.

They heard Tang Zhichu and Chen Siyang's fight.

It's really weird to look at Tang Zhichu and Chen Siyang from the perspective and cognition of the rest of them.

Chen Siyang's appearance without a hat has greatly improved, and he fully deserves the words "skin white and beautiful", and he is a little more kind and energetic.

However, Chen Siyang's hat was actually on Tang Zhichu's head.

"You are all back, good evening, then I'll go upstairs first." Sensing something was wrong, Chen Siyang ran up the stairs quickly, and when he reached the stairs, he turned his head and glared at Tang Zhichu.

Tang Zhichu shrugged, feeling nothing.

Why, my old Tang is not worthy of chasing goddesses?
The four pairs of eyes first followed Chen Siyang upstairs, and then looked at Tang Zhichu together after Chen Siyang went upstairs.

They have all noticed the change in Chen Siyang's state, he is not as cold as before, and has more vitality that should belong to this age.

"Where did you go?" Yang Jiaxing asked blankly.

Tang Zhichu poured himself a glass of water, and replied casually, "I just watched a movie."

Yang Jiaxing: "???"

Just watched a movie?

Can a movie change Chen Siyang's state so much?

And put her hat on your head?
The eyes of several people became even more strange.

Tang Zhichu didn't talk much at first, he didn't seem like the kind of joker.

He said watching a movie, that should be watching a movie.

This is also in line with his personality, this guy looks like he doesn't know how to please girls.

But this effect is too good, right?
Yang Jiaxing rubbed his temples, feeling a little blocked in his heart.

Huang Zejun always felt that he had overlooked something. At this moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his heart, and he looked at Tang Zhichu in disbelief.

Tang Zhichu receives text messages every day, who sent them to him?

In the past, Huang Zejun thought it was Zhou Yun, because Zhou Yun was okay with everyone, but Zhou Yun always chose Yang Jiaxing during the critical period.

That is to say, is there a possibility that the text messages Tang Zhichu received were actually sent to him by Chen Siyang?

Huang Zejun, who had figured this out, suddenly realized.

So that's why he stood up yesterday when everyone wanted to hear Chen Siyang sing?
Huang Zejun suddenly felt that this person surnamed Tang seemed a little unfathomable, and only in this way could he explain Chen Siyang's changes.

Watching a movie is indeed cliché, but it is new if two people are interested in each other.

"Old Six." Huang Zejun complained in his heart, he was shocked, and also felt a little uncomfortable, feeling like he had something to do.

"Watching a movie? Guys, did you see 10:30?" Huang Zejun interrupted.

Yang Jiaxing looked at Tang Zhichu again, wondering what he was thinking.

Zhou Yun was thoughtful, but did not speak.

After Jiang Lan was surprised, she looked gossiping. This female star and the owner of a small restaurant?

It's so interesting!
Late at night, in the male dormitory.

Yang Jiaxing and Huang Zejun didn't sleep, both of them suffered from insomnia.

Huang Zejun felt that he had little hope of chasing Chen Siyang, so he turned his gaze to Jiang Lan, but his heart just felt bad.

If he loses to Yang Jiaxing, whom he has always regarded as a competitor, he will be fine.

But it's so uncomfortable to be preempted by that surnamed Tang who doesn't talk much and looks a little inferior.

"Hey, are you asleep?" Huang Zejun looked at Yang Jiaxing.

Yang Jiaxing was annoyed, and said angrily, "Sleeping."

"Hey, what do you think of Jiang Lan?"

If Yang Jiaxing heard this question before tonight, he would be very interested.

However, at this moment, Yang Jiaxing felt that it was meaningless, so he responded, "It's ok, Sister Lan is beautiful and a strong woman."

"I also feel that we texted each other today."

"Oh, then congratulations."

After being quiet for a while, Yang Jiaxing sat up suddenly, wait, did Brother Jun and Sister Lan send text messages to each other?
Yang Jiaxing was upset and didn't think as much as Huang Zejun, but when Huang Zejun reminded him, he understood.

So, Sister Lan has been sending text messages to Brother Jun?

Yang Jiaxing was not sure before, but Zhou Yun said when playing today that all her text messages were sent to him.

So Chen Siyang has been sending it to Tang Zhichu?

What the hell!

Damn this guy!
Seeing Yang Jiaxing rubbing his temples again, Huang Zejun felt a little more at ease.

sleep.

The next day, Tang Zhichu didn't go out until 08:30.

There is news from Wang Jun that the aunt's family is coming over today.

As the second son of Tang, and Tang Zhichu is the only son, it is unreasonable not to welcome him.

Tang Zhichu took a taxi to the restaurant.

The restaurant has two floors, with a signboard with the four characters of Old Tang Sichuan Cuisine.

After Tang Lao Er fell ill, Wang Jun took care of the kitchen.

There are not many people in the back kitchen, including Wang Jun, there are only four people, and one was added recently.

When Tang Zhichu arrived, he happened to see Wang Jun getting off a van.

"So early?" Wang Jun also saw Tang Zhichu.

"Brother Jun, why are you still here to open the door?" Tang Zhichu asked.

He didn't tell Wang Jun when he set off, but he just wanted to see in advance what the situation of this restaurant built by Old Tang was.

Wang Jun opened the trunk of the van and replied, "I was thinking of stewing some pigeon soup for my second brother, and then sending it over at noon, and by the way, I went to the vegetable market to buy some hard-to-buy ingredients."

The hard-to-buy ingredients in Wang Jun's mouth are more expensive ones, such as beef ribs and the like.

These make it easy for the market to give away others as shoddy products, and it is difficult to control the quality.

Tang Zhichu nodded, and moved things with Wang Jun.

(End of this chapter)

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