The clouds are getting closer and closer.

Before leaving, Chen Yanbai was worried that he would not be able to see the clouds at all when it snowed these days. Who knew that God was very proud of his face. The thick clouds were piled up one after another in the sky, and they gradually approached the place closest to the clouds until they reached out as if they could touch the clouds.

Chen Yanbai was quite sleepy at first, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but get excited, and increased his horsepower and rushed forward.

Jiang Zhongyu fell asleep, heading next to the window. When Chen Yanbai turned his head and wanted to say something excitedly, he saw the other person's sleeping face.

His head gently knocked on the car window because of the ups and downs of off-road, but even so, Jiang Zhongyu did not wake up.

So Chen Yanbai slowed down again, making the car more stable.

At the same time, he also glanced at Jiangzhongyu from time to time and observed the other party.

Jiang Zhongyu's complexion is still not very good. His lips are dry and pale, his cheeks are not bloody at all. His dark skin looks a little whiter. His delicate thin lips are gently pursed, his brows frowned, and he doesn't know what unhappy things he dreamed of.

Chen Yanbai thought it was unhappy because Jiang Zhongyu rarely had such expressions.

He glanced at the other person from time to time, and found a hint of shyness of peeking at the person he liked during his school days. His heart-warming feeling deepened day by day, making Chen Yanbai realize that he shouldn't have continued.

Because Jiang Zhongyu is different from him, Jiang Zhongyu will even feel troubled.

A corner appears in the village ahead when it turns.

As the turn became larger and larger, the corner gradually stretched out in front of me. The sky that had not yet been completely cleared was surrounded by white mist, covering the village. The cloudy clouds of various shapes were so close that they almost touched the eaves. From a distance, it seemed like a painting of ink painting that had just been painted and some parts were soaked ink. The cloudy day was like in Jiangnan in April, opening its heart gently and passionately, waiting to embrace people in their arms.

Chen Yanbai did not drive in directly, but turned around for several times, until an hour passed, when Jiang Zhongyu opened his eyes and woke up.

He looked at the time on his phone in a daze and said, "...It's not here yet?"

"It's almost done." Chen Yanbai accelerated his speed quietly and headed towards Soga.

Jiang Zhongyu half-squinted his eyes and said, "You're driving very slowly."

Chen Yanbai didn't say anything.

According to Jiang Zhongyu's command, Chen Yanbai parked his car in a courtyard with large yellow orchid trees planted.

There are no flowers on the tree, and Chen Yanbai judged its variety based on the remaining fragrance.

The yard is not big, with a table, a few stools and a rocking chair under the tree.

The house looks a bit old, like it was built many years ago, and some places have even fallen bricks and dust. Chen Yanbai unexpectedly saw such a house himself. After looking around, Jiang Zhongyu had already spoken: "It may not be very comfortable to live in my house. I told Cang La that you can go to live in her house."

Chen Yanbai said: "Am I very familiar with her?"

Jiang Zhongyu smiled and said, "You are her savior. What else can she do to you after staying in her house?"

Chen Yanbai felt uncomfortable because Jiang Zhongyu seemed to be driving people.

But he did not continue this topic, but expressed his attitude with his actual actions. He opened the trunk, took down his luggage, and asked Jiang Zhongyu: "Which room should I live in?"

Jiang Zhongyu had no choice but to bring him in.

The lights in the house are a little dim, there are few electrical appliances, and there is a damp and decay smell.

Chen Yanbai was indeed a little uncomfortable and was shocked that this would be Jiang Zhongyu's home.

Jiang Zhongyu temporarily put his luggage on the stool: "Maybe I have to clean up for you, wait for me."

Jiang Zhongyu said as he entered a small room.

Chen Yanbai found a stool and sat down in a daze.

He stayed for less than five minutes and heard the sound of a wheelchair creaking, which came in from outside the door. For some reason, the strings on his body tensed, and Chen Yanbai stood up suddenly.

A middle-aged and elderly woman who looked about fifty years old came in to push her cart in her wheelchair. Her face looked bad, her lips were pale, and there was a deep gully between her eyebrows, as if she had been born from her frown for years.

The moment she saw Chen Yanbai, she spoke vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Chen Yanbai was about to explain, when Jiang Zhongyu walked out of the room, holding a pillow in his hand, and said, "Mom, this is my friend, Chen Yanbai."

Chen Yanbai blinked.

In fact, Jiang Zhongyu’s mother still looks very similar to him.

Jiang Zhongyu didn't mention it, but after he mentioned it, Chen Yanbai felt that they were a bit similar everywhere, especially those slightly cold eyes. If they were not warm when looking at people, it would make people feel a little scared.

"This is my mother's surname, Ye." Jiang Zhongyu patted Chen Yanbai's shoulder.

Chen Yanbai thought about it, bowed with great confidence, and said, "Hello Aunt Ye."

Ye Jing looked at him with a cold look and replied faintly: "Hello." Then she waved to Jiang Zhongyu and said, "Push me in."

Jiang Zhongyu then stepped forward and pinched the other person's wheelchair handle and pushed her back to another room.

In fact, Chen Yanbai was a little surprised.

Because Jiang Zhongyu's mother was not as friendly and friendly as he imagined, but she looked cold and self-centered. How did such a mother raise Jiang Zhongyu like this?

Jiang Zhongyu came out soon after, gently put the door on, and explained: "My mother doesn't like to communicate with others very much, don't mind too much."

"No." Chen Yanbai shook his head.

"It's almost done, so you can sleep in this room." Jiang Zhongyu said.

"Where are you?" Chen Yanbai asked him.

Chen Yanbai glanced around the room and suddenly found that there seemed to be only two bedrooms here. If he occupied one of them, where would Jiang Zhongyu live?

"I can just find a place to pick it up," said Jiang Zhongyu. "It really doesn't work. There are many people I know in the village who can stay there."

Chen Yanbai looked at the room. The bed was very small, about 1.5 meters away. If you want to sleep with two big men, it would be too narrow. What's more, Chen Yanbai felt that it was not appropriate for them to sleep together in the current situation.

But the space on the ground is still very wide.

So Chen Yanbai spoke and suggested: "Do you mind hitting a floor?"

Jiang Zhongyu smiled and said, "You are really not polite at all."

Chen Yanbai didn't say anything, and sat on the bed holding the pillow, with a look of "This place belongs to mine."

Jiang Zhongyu didn't care much about him. After all, he had lived in a worse environment than this for so many years, and it was a good idea to use the floor shop.

Jiang Zhongyu took out a floor mat from the cabinet and spread it on the ground, then spread a thick quilt, and a thin quilt, which was considered a bed.

Chen Yanbai's thoughts were satisfied and his mood improved a lot.
Chapter completed!