Chapter 135 I am different, Jiang Lan, I must be you.

"It's not a big deal. The original intention of doing this is just to get closer to you. Why should I care so much."

Wen Zhiyan said in a calm tone with his back to Jiang Lan.

Jiang Lan followed Wen Zhiyan into the door opposite.

The overall layout of his house looks similar, but everything is obviously one size larger.

The furniture and decoration are all brand new. It seems that no one has lived in it since the decoration was completed.

Except for the small incense burner lit on the small cabinet next to the coffee table, which exudes a faint scent of roses, there is no smoke and smoke. It is exquisite and clean like a model room built by the sales department.

But when Jiang Lan walked into the house, he felt an unspeakable feeling.

The decor here is familiar.

Whether it is the chandelier on the roof, or the design of the sofa, coffee table, or desktop, they all have many similarities with Jiang Lan's house.

Wen Zhiyan has never been to Jiang Lan's house.

Only Jiang Lan and Wen Zhiyan knew that the reason for the similarity was that this design was a home that Jiang Lan had personally drawn for them after spending half a month of effort many years ago.

Later, when Jiang Lan moved, because he was too busy with work, he just put some thought into choosing some furniture similar to the finished products he had painted.

But Wen insisted that this room was different.

In the living room, he restored Jiang Lan's painting.

Even the colorful woodpecker wood carving next to the gramophone by the window is exactly the same as in the painting Jiang Lan painted many years ago.

It is not difficult to see that all furniture and furnishings are custom-made.

Jiang Lan was speechless for a moment. He opened his mouth several times but failed to spit out a single word.

Wen Zhiyan asked him: "Do you like it?"

Jiang Lan's Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was dry: "I like it."

Wen Zhiyan said:

"Unfortunately, the house in your painting is too small, with only three bedrooms and one living room, and one floor. , these are the only things I can reproduce. The other rooms don’t have their own designers, so I can only put them together according to your style."

He said, tilting his head to look at Jiang Lan, and said with a smile, "I hope not. It's too inconsistent."

Jiang Lan was speechless.

He looked up at the chandelier that was more exquisite than his own home, sniffed, and said to Wen Zhiyan: "Wen Zhiyan, why did you steal my painting?"

Wen Zhiyan knew that Jiang Lan deliberately Shifting the focus is because his emotions are a little difficult to control.

He did not expose Jiang Lan, but only asked him: "Can we eat first?"

Jiang Lan said, "Okay."

Wen Zhiyan took Jiang Lan to the restaurant, and Jiang Lan saw the food already prepared on the table. Four dishes and one soup, Chinese food, still steaming, must have been freshly prepared.

Jiang Lan pulled up the chair and sat down, put a piece of braised beef into his mouth, and took two more mouthfuls of rice before he could barely suppress the shameful feeling that he had just been unable to hold back tears.

He calmed down and praised Wen Zhiyan nonchalantly: "Your cooking skills have improved greatly. Have you signed up for class? New Oriental?"

Wen Zhiyan served Jiang Lan a bowl of soup: "For things like cooking, as long as you have a little talent, you can do it. Just put some effort into research and do it often."

Jiang Lan asked, "When will you find time to teach me?"

Wen Zhiyan glanced at him and said, "As long as you can speak, open your mouth when you want to. "Say."

Jiang Lan chuckled and looked at Wen Zhiyan: "You haven't answered me yet. Did you steal my painting?"

Wen Zhiyan didn't answer directly. He asked Jiang Lan: "Where are your paintings?"

It was so long ago that Jiang Lan actually couldn't remember it. After Wen Zhiyan left, he moved several times and lost a lot of things.

But at this time, he did not admit that it was his negligence. He added, "Didn't you take it away?"

Wen insisted, "In addition to your book that wrote a hundred things that lovers should do, I I didn’t take anything.”

Jiang Lan didn’t believe it: “Then how could you restore the decoration of this house so well?”

Wen Zhiyan crossed his arms and looked at Jiang Lan: “Because you just threw the things aside after you finished painting. I will read it over and over again, and it will be so profound in my memory that I will never forget it."

When Jiang Lan heard this, he became silent again.

After a long time, he drank less than half of the bowl of soup and said to Wen Zhiyan: "I can see that you came back this time just to poke my heart."

Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan and clarified for himself:

"Brother Lan, you can forget everything, you can not care, you can choose to give up, I can understand you."

"Because you can't help it, I know, you don't know if we will have a future, and I don't know Will you come back? You are protecting yourself, forgetting me, forgetting everything between us, you can have an easier time, I understand."

He picked up food for Jiang Lan: "But I am different, I know. I will definitely come back, I know I must stand in front of you. "

"But time is so ruthless. I'm afraid that you will really forget me, and I'm afraid that someone else will appear in your life and take my place."

" So I dare not forget it for a moment, I can only hope that as long as no one in this world loves you more than me, then I still have a chance of winning."

Jiang Lan was speechless by Wen Zhiyan's words.

He was silent for a long time before finding his voice: "Wen Zhiyan, in fact, if it weren't for me, wouldn't you be working so hard?"

Wen Zhiyan shook his head: "Brother Lan, if it weren't for you, who would be the leader of the Wen family today?" It wouldn’t be me, I don’t have that kind of ambition.”

“But if you don’t have ambition, you can live a good life in peace, find an omega who loves you, marry a wife and have children, or if you don’t want to, you can still be a playboy. , a lot of omegas will love you,"

Jiang Lan teased without conscience.

Wen Zhiyan raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Lan: "Then why didn't you? Jiang Lan, you are rich and famous, and a lot of omegas love you, why didn't you get married and have children?"

Jiang Lan snorted.

He was embarrassed to say, because I'm waiting for you, and he was embarrassed to say, I can't fall in love with anyone else, let alone give in.

He said: "I haven't met the right one."

Wen Zhiyan knew Jiang Lan very well. He understood all of Jiang Lan's hard words and soft heart, his duplicity and his obsession with saving face.

But he won't be like Jiang Lan, who holds back what he wants to say and talks nonsense.

He stared at Jiang Lan's somewhat evasive eyes and said to him,

"I'm different, Jiang Lan. I have to be you."

In fact, as soon as Jiang Lan said the truth, he regretted it.

At this time, hearing Wen Zhiyan admit that he had to do it so openly, Jiang Lan felt that he was at a disadvantage again.

It was obvious that he also had to insist on Wen Zhiyan.

But the conversation between the two at this time sounded like he was a heartless man and a thin lover.

He gently kicked Wen Zhiyan's calf from under the table, took out his cell phone, pulled out his hidden photo album and placed it in front of Wen Zhiyan.

Then he rarely spoke the truth.

"I have never forgotten, Wen Zhiyan, I have been waiting for you for so many years."