His room was still left at home, to be precise, the room of him and Cheng Boyu. After he moved out to live there himself, his mother cleaned and organized every day and never touched the things in the room.

Cheng Boyan opened the wardrobe and took a set of pajamas. Nothing in the things in the cabinet was moved. There were even several sets of Cheng Boyu's sportswear hanging on one side of the cabinet.

When he took a shower and lay on the bed, he felt a sense of being familiar with him, and the memories that were as light as smoke would still make people trance.

The phone rang, and Cheng Boyan took it over and looked at it. It was actually a text message from Xiang Xi.

Have you been sleeping? Send me a few words to chat.

Cheng Boyan looked at this sentence in surprise, but there was no typo. He smiled and replied: Progress is a bit fast, there is no typo.

Show you the words I wrote.

Following Xiang Xi's text message, a photo was sent. The notebook was full of pages, Cheng Boyan, Dr. Cheng.

The first few lines of words were written in big and messy, and they could be tilted to the previous line even if they were written in a grid. After half a page, it became much better. Cheng Boyan looked at it carefully and dialed Xiang Xi's phone with a smile.

"Hey, don't you say you're sending a text message?" Xiang Xi answered the phone and said.

"How did you write my name? There shouldn't be any in "I accompany my mom to the supermarket"," Cheng Boyan said with a smile, "I will only accompany my dad to the supermarket."

"You can't take all the advantage!" Xiang Xi shouted, laughed for a long time before saying, "I asked the student next door."

"Have you even gone to ask someone?" Cheng Boyan said.

"Well, I just want to practice calligraphy anyway. At least I will practice calligraphy smaller. I will remember your name and think about how to tell people. As a result, people wrote it out as soon as they heard it," Xiang Xi said a little excitedly, "I also taught me a sentence, Music Boyan!"

Cheng Boyan was stunned when he heard this: "Is this a sentence?"

"Half sentence, I can't remember it later," Xiang Xi said with a smile indifferently, "I have written it for me, but I can't understand it even after reading it. I don't know all the words. Let's talk about it later."

"This is not bad, you learn quite quickly." Cheng Boyan praised him. Xiang Xi was very smart. As long as he could persist, he should learn to recognize words and other words quickly.

"When I practice my name, I will sign you as a souvenir." Xiang Xi said happily.

"Okay, how do you plan to sign?" Cheng Boyan asked with a smile.

"Write first, cleanliness is not a disease, it is really fatal to be clean, and then write it down below, Xiang Xi's question." Xiang Xi said while laughing.

"You are so impatient with cleanliness?" Cheng Boyan said in his tone, "You will know if you want to see your true cleanliness."

"What is the real cleanliness like?" Xiang Xi asked.

"My aunt," said Cheng Boyan, "wipe the floor seams with cotton swabs every day..."

"...I'm hissing!" Xiang Xi was stunned for a moment, and he bit him the next word.

"Change your problem, you can't speak without dirty words?" Cheng Boyan sounded a little funny.

"That's good. I'm trying to change it," Xiang Xi said, "If I had a chat with Mantou before, you had to pick the main content of a sentence from the dirty words, just like picking beans."

Cheng Boyan was quite helpless. While trying to educate Xiang Xi, he wanted to be happy.

"I'll try my best to change." Xiang Xi added.

"Come on." Cheng Boyan said seriously with a smile.

I originally wanted to ask Xiang Xi about the reporter, but Xiang Xi kept talking happily and chatting for more than ten minutes and said good night. Cheng Boyan couldn't find the right opportunity to speak.

Xiang Xi was very excited about studying for two days. Every day, he would send Cheng Bo a piece of the words he wrote in his notebook. Cheng Boyan was tired and busy on duty, so he didn't find any chance to talk to him in detail.

He called Song Yi and Lin He out for dinner on the weekend, thanking Song Yi for taking care of Xiang Xi, and also planning to learn about what happened with Song Yi first.

"It's been three days," Song Yi held his cigarette in his mouth and stretched out three fingers at him. "That person is more on time than my employees every day. The car parked across the road, and the windows were cracked."

"You didn't go up and catch him out and beat him up?" Lin He asked.

"I think," Song Yi smiled, "Didn't you not figure out what's going on? You have to get angry with Bo Yan first. Xiang Xi is so sensitive, what if he is really a friend."

"I have become more and more steady in the past two years, and I'm almost missing you." Cheng Boyan gave him a thumbs up.

"It's enough." Lin He said while eating.

"It's not enough, it's not your turn." Song Yi said, turning his head to look at Cheng Boyan, "Did you ask Xiang Xi about this?"

"No, I didn't find any chance." Cheng Boyan took a sip of tea.

"Hmm?" Song Yi was stunned.

Lin He also looked up at Cheng Boyan: "This is not your style."

"So I'll say it," Song Yi pinched off the cigarette and said with a smile, "You must have an idea. Even if you haven't thought about it all, there will be signs."

"Is this the point?" Cheng Boyan smiled.

"Okay, the point is what the relationship between this reporter and Xiang Xi, is it a trouble, right?" Song Yi said.

"You just think you are a reporter?" Cheng Boyan looked at him.

"He took the camera," Song Yi raised his hand and drew it, "It's so big and so long, if I didn't see it clearly, I would have thought he was going to blow up my shop."

"Camera?" Cheng Boyan looked up suddenly, "Why didn't you say it at the beginning?"

"...There are too many key points to come one by one?" Song Yi said, "Why, do you know this person?"

"I probably know." Cheng Boyan frowned.

Not probably know.

Yes sure.

When Cheng Boyan heard that he had a camera like a cannon, he immediately met the number. This person was the photographer Xiang Xi mentioned.

What is this person doing?

Thinking of the photos I saw on this person’s blog last time, a not-so-pleasant idea popped up in Cheng Boyan’s mind.

After dinner, Cheng Boyan went home directly, took a shower and sat in front of the computer.

He no longer remembers the man's name, he only remembers the word Yin.

After staring at the computer for a long time, he only thought of Tang Yin. He tsk, clicked on the browser, and searched one by one in history.

When Xiang Xi talked about this person, he didn't remember it, he only remembered the general range and could only read it.

He remembered Xiang Xi's previous words, how old are you, your brain is so thin...

It’s true that I’ve been busy these days, and it seems that I’ve become much more busy again.

After reading through history for more than ten minutes, Cheng Boyan's eyes were dazzled, and he lamented how many pages he had turned into every day when he was idle.

Finally, I saw an address with a blog, and he clicked on it.
Chapter completed!