Chapter 136 Are you inviting me?

Wen Zhiyan lowered his head and saw Jiang Lan's photo album.

It is filled with pictures of him.

The top is a screenshot of Wen Zhiyan's latest appearance at a fashion show. There are many pictures, from getting off the car and entering the red carpet to being chatted with by the show models after the show.

There is a front and a back.

Further down, there are almost every scene of Wen Zhiyan appearing in public over the years.

Part of it is a video interception, and part of it is a photo taken by the media.

Unfortunately, the number is not large. After all, Wen Zhiyan is only the chief designer, not the model himself. The relevant videos and photos that can be found are very limited.

But Jiang Lan saved all the photos related to Wen Zhiyan in almost chronological order.

In some group photos, Jiang Lan removed other unsightly people, especially those good-looking and famous models, who were all covered with dog heads, leaving Wen Zhiyan alone.

The time the photos were kept in the album also shows that this was not something Jiang Lan made up for after meeting Wen Zhiyan again.

From three years ago to a few months ago, Jiang Lan had been paying attention to Wen Zhiyan.

Flipping to the bottom of the album, there are still a few photos from a long time ago. The quality of the pictures is touching, but each one is a memory.

Jiang Lan reached out and exited the photo album. The wallpaper on his phone showed a dilapidated small balcony.

The young man leaned against the door frame, looking sideways at the sunset outside the window. The shadow of the backlight obscured the young man's face. Only half of his profile and the small twitch on the back of his head could barely tell that it was Wen Zhiyan.

Wen Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his expression dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he pushed the phone back to Jiang Lan: "Aren't you afraid of being seen by putting my photo as wallpaper?"

Jiang Lan shook his head: "It's always been this one. It's too blurry. You can see my phone. There was no one else but Ji Wanxing, she always thought it was an internet picture I didn’t know where to find.”

The reason why Ji Wanxing never doubted the origin of Jiang Lan’s wallpaper was also because of Jiang Lan’s nostalgic and persistent nature.

They have known each other for five years. Jiang Lan has changed his mobile phone several times, but he has never changed his mobile phone wallpaper, but it is not just his mobile phone wallpaper that he has never changed.

Jiang Lan has not changed the aromatherapy, lighter, or razor.

There was also his thermos cup that had long been unable to keep heat well. The paint on the outside was peeling off in spots and there were countless small dents from stumbling.

Ji Wanxing gave Jiang Lan two or three new thermos cups, but Jiang Lan put them all in the cabinet with no intention of replacing them.

Ji Wanxing knew that Jiang Lan's financial situation was not very good before his debut, so he just thought that he was used to this situation and did not nag Jiang Lan about such trivial matters.

Wen Zhiyan was very calm about this. He didn't seem too moved or emotional. He gave Jiang Lan another chopstick of braised pork and said to him,

"Eat quickly."

Jiang Lan looked at Wen Zhiyan. Wen Zhiyan's attitude was somewhat unclear as he spoke calmly.

The atmosphere between the two fell into silence. Jiang Lan lowered his head to eat, and his thoughts began to fly around again.

Compared with Wen Zhiyan, during the years of separation, Jiang Lan seemed to have only tried to make his life better and make up for the past unwillingness. In addition to being pathologically persistent in retaining things related to Wen Zhiyan , and did not do anything of practical significance for the two to meet and reconcile again.

On the other hand, Wen Zhiyan did work harder than him and was more attentive than him.

Jiang Lan suddenly began to feel guilty, indebted, and unworthy of Wen Zhiyan's obsession with him all these years.

After a while, he put down his chopsticks, and said to Wen with some frustration and irritation: "Actually, these are meaningless."

After Wen Zhiyan heard this, he put down the spoon in his hand. For a moment, he didn't realize what Jiang Lan meant, and he raised the spoon. Looking at Jiang Lan: "What's meaningless?"

Jiang Lan pointed to the mobile phone at hand: "Storing photos actually has no practical meaning."

Except that it can prove that he has been thinking about Wen Zhiyan, it can't prove anything.

Jiang Lan felt that even those little star-chasing omegas had done far more than him.

He now felt that his behavior in showing Wen Zhiyan his cell phone just now was like a primary school student who was deliberately asking the teacher for credit after finishing his homework.

Taking things that should be done and doing them to cause trouble.

Wen Zhiyan looked at Jiang Lan and seemed to understand what he was thinking. He said, "Brother Lan, stop your thoughts. You have led yourself astray."

"It is a fact that we broke up. I left in vain. " It's true that you've been waiting for so many years."

"Logically, it makes sense for you to delete all my photos, throw away all the things I gave you, and start over with an omega."

He looked at Jiang Lan with some confusion . Flashing eyes: "What are you feeling guilty about? You are waiting for me and thinking about me. This means a lot to me."

Jiang Lan and Wen Zhiyan looked at each other: "But you have done so much... ..."

Wen Zhiyan interrupted Jiang Lan: "That was my choice, and it was my willingness. Just because I did something for you, it doesn't mean you have to give me the same reward."

We often don't understand what love is. What.

I love that you are beautiful, I love that you are rich, and I love that you can provide me with emotional value. These are all loves with additional foundations, and they are not pure enough.

What is pure, just like most parents love their children, no matter whether the child is beautiful or not, no matter whether the child has potential or not, they will love and give unconditionally.

Just like most scavengers, they love their furry children. They spend time, energy, and money taking care of these little animals, in order to bring them anything in return?

No, they just want them to be safe, healthy and happy.

Wen Zhiyan said: "I don't know how others view this matter, but Brother Lan, to me, love is unconditional giving, it is not a transaction."

Jiang Lan was speechless for a moment.

He raised his head and glanced at the carved plaster on the roof of the restaurant, sniffed, and said to Wen Zhiyan:

"Wen Zhiyan, you can only have this idea because you love me, otherwise you will definitely be deceived. There is not even one pair of pants left."

Wen Zhiyan said, "Brother Lan, it's not that I love you, but you taught me all this."

Jiang Lan didn't know when Wen Zhiyan started. It's starting to get so emotional.

He couldn't stand it. He felt like he would suffocate if Wen Zhiyan said a few more words that were so heartbreaking.

So he unlocked his phone, opened a certain music software, and randomly played a square dance song, trying to relieve the sensational atmosphere and his depressed and moved mood.

The two ended the dinner with the DJ version of "Drunken Butterfly".

Jiang Lan took the initiative to do the dishwashing and put the dishes and chopsticks into the dishwasher.

Wen Zhiyan poured Jiang Lan half a glass of whiskey, and the two leaned against the window and clinked glasses. Jiang Lan was in a really complicated mood. He drank so much that he felt dizzy within a few minutes.

He put down his wine glass and looked at Wen Zhiyan's extraordinarily soft face under the dim light, and the pheromones began to dissipate unconsciously.

Wen Zhiyan stood in front of Jiang Lan, breathing in the sweet smell of roses that filled the room, and asked him,

"Are you inviting me?"