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On the way back to Lishu Village from the fresh food supermarket, Liang Yu sent Yan a message.

[Yan Qi, Xiao Xiao and I ran into a good friend from our senior classmate at the supermarket today, and we invited him to have a barbecue with us tomorrow. We've suddenly got an extra person, so I hope you don't mind.]

In Liang Yu's opinion, Yan Qi probably disliked socializing, just like her.

It would definitely be uncomfortable to suddenly have a stranger around, so it's best to let them know in advance to avoid making Yan Qi feel uneasy.

However, Liang Yu was unaware that the scene of her chance encounter with Zhou Yang at the supermarket had already been witnessed by Yan Qi, who was not far away.

Yan Qi replied to the message instantly.

I wouldn't mind.

The next morning, Lin Xiao and Liang Yu tidied up the yard and then ran hand in hand to their neighbor's house.

Liang Yu muttered to himself as he walked:

"Xiaoxiao, I'll be leaving everything to you in a bit. Just say whatever you want, and I'll repeat it."

Lin Xiao patted his chest and declared with great ambition:

"Don't worry, I've never messed up in this kind of thing. You don't need to say anything, just leave it all to me."

As they talked, the two arrived at the entrance of No. 29.

Lin Xiao stared at the door and muttered to himself:

"Xiao Yu, the front door of this house is exactly the same as your front door."

After muttering to himself, he reached out and pressed the doorbell.

The doorbell rang once, and the front door opened from the inside.

Kang Liang asked with a friendly expression:

"Ladies, what can I do for you?"

Lin Xiao stepped forward and introduced herself with a smile:

"Hello handsome, we live at number 28, we're your neighbors. My name is Lin Xiao," she said, pointing to the side. "Her name is Liang Yu."

"Are you the owner of this house?"

Kang Liang responded politely:

"Ladies, hello. My name is Kang Liang, and I am the owner of this house. How can I help you?"

Lin Xiao continued cheerfully:

"Hey handsome, you must have just moved here recently, right? The front door looks brand new to me. Actually, we just moved here not long ago either."

"They say a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative, so we came here today to get to know you. We'll be neighbors from now on."

"We're planning to have a barbecue with two friends in the yard today. Since we're neighbors, we came over to invite you to join us. If you don't have anything important to do today, would you do us the honor of joining us for the barbecue?"

Since they've put it this way, it's not easy for a neighbor to refuse.

Konka readily agreed, adding:

"I happen to have some fresh produce that I just bought yesterday. I'll bring it over in a bit, and we can grill it together."

Lin Xiao readily agreed and said cheerfully:

"Sure, that's great! Handsome, do you live alone? If there are other people at home, you can stay with us. It's more fun with more people."

Kang Liang replied with a smile:

"I live alone, I'm all alone in the house."

Lin Xiao followed up with:

"Then we should visit each other more often. This place is quite far from the city center. If anything happens in the future, we can lend each other a hand."

Kang Liang said "Okay," and then said:

"Then I'll come over and help you start the fire in a bit."

Lin Xiao replied happily:

"That's great! We'll go back and wait for you. See you in a bit."

Liang Yu finally spoke, following Lin Xiao's words:

"Mr. Kang, see you in a bit."

The two girls walked back hand in hand, beaming with joy.

Liang Yu then started talking:

"Xiaoxiao, you're amazing! When did you become so socially adept? You became familiar with people in just a few words."

Lin Xiao immediately said proudly:

"Of course, you can never leave me, no matter who else you leave, understand?"

Liang Yu nodded in agreement, saying:

"Absolutely. Without you, I don't know how I would survive."

The two of them went back to the house, exchanging compliments and praises.

Kang Liang watched the two enter the house, closed the door, and returned to his room to report to Yan Qi:

"Young Master Qi, I've already spoken to them. I'll go over and help them light the stove in a bit."

Yan Qizheng leaned back on the leather sofa with his long legs crossed, intently looking at the financial report on his tablet.

He stared at the tablet, didn't even lift his eyelids, gave a curt "hmm," and then made no further response.

Kang Liang, standing to the side, felt very anxious for Yan Qi.

Yan Qi may be invincible in the business world, but when it comes to matters of the heart, he is utterly hopeless.

He really didn't know what Yan Qi was thinking.

Why not just tell Liang Yu that he is the neighbor next door?

If he keeps hiding it like this, one thing after another will accumulate. Let's see how he explains it to Liang Yu later.

Kang Liang could only sigh silently to himself, then took the fresh food from the refrigerator and went straight next door.

When Kang Liang arrived at Liang Yu's house, the two girls were fiddling with charcoal.

Without saying a word, Kang Liang took over the task of lighting the stove and got to work.

While arranging the ingredients, Lin Xiao chatted happily with Kang Liang, using all the tricks she had learned to get information out of him, but she still couldn't get any useful information out of Kang Liang.

In the end, all I got were some random, nonsensical questions.

For example, where is Kang Liang's hometown? What do his parents do? What do they do now?

Kang Liang's hometown is Gangcheng. His parents have passed away, and he now works in investment.

Fortunately, Zhou Yang arrived in time, saving Kang Liang from being interrogated on the spot.

Zhou Yang quickly became familiar with Kang Liang. After they lit the fire and set up the grill, they started skewering the meat with Lin Xiao.

Liang Yu provided logistical support, delivering items to the three of them and organizing ingredients.

Every time Liang Yu handed something to someone, his hands trembled incessantly, but Lin Xiao and Zhou Yang kept quiet about it.

Liang Yu was quite frank with Kang Liang, saying:

"Mr. Kang, this is a lingering effect of a car accident I had six years ago. I hope it hasn't caused you any discomfort."

Kang Liang quickly said:

"Miss Liang, how could I possibly feel unwell? I admire your courage in facing this situation."

Kang Liang truly admired Liang Yu.

That year, when Liang Yu was in a car accident, Yan Qi accompanied him day and night from abroad to visit Liang Yu in the hospital.

He also accompanied Yan Qi to Haicheng every year, watching Liang Yu do hand rehabilitation training without giving up, even when his hands were bleeding.

Kang Liang had personally witnessed Liang Yu's hands bleeding profusely, his arms twitching uncontrollably, and his whole body trembling with pain, yet he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Liang Yu is the most persevering girl Kang Liang has ever met.

Liang Yu smiled and thanked them. After asking everyone what they wanted to drink, he went inside to pour them juice.

The juices on the table were all in large bottles, and the people selling skewers outside didn't have enough hands to handle them. Liang Yu wanted to open the juices and pour them into glasses to serve to everyone.

She was holding a large bottle of orange juice and tried to twist the cap off with all her might. Her hand was shaking so badly that her fingers were burning with pain, and she couldn't open it in the end.

Liang Yu put the orange juice back on the table, his hand, which was twisting the cap, resting on the back of the chair, still trembling.

Liang Yu was somewhat disappointed.

After six years of rehabilitation training, he still can't open a bottle cap.

Suddenly, a hand with clear lines and distinct knuckles reached out from beside her and silently picked up the orange juice she had just put down.

With a slight exertion of the wrist bone, a few beautiful blue veins appeared on the arm as he easily unscrewed the bottle cap and silently poured the orange juice into the glass.

Liang Yu looked up along the strong, muscular forearm.

The sweet scent of orange juice mingled with the delicate fragrance of flowers on the table, washing away the lingering gloom that permeated Yan Qi's demeanor.

A look of joy instantly spread across Liang Yu's face.

She said happily:

"Yan Qi, you're here."

Yan Qi hummed in agreement and asked in a low voice:

Would you like some peach juice?

Liang Yu nodded with a smile, and replied:

"Yes, I like peach juice."

Then, before turning around, he reached out and picked up the tray, saying to Yan Qi:

"I'll go deliver some orange juice to them. Help yourself to whatever you'd like to drink, don't be shy."

After saying that, he took the tray and went to the yard to deliver the juice.

The living room fell silent instantly, save for the chirping of cicadas outside the window, one chirp after another, drifting into the room.

Yan Qi stood by the dining table, watching Liang Yu walk into the courtyard, his gaze then drawn to the easel by the living room window.

The sunlight from the window fell directly onto the easel, illuminating the stretched canvas.

Yan Qi couldn't help but walk towards the easel.

He stood in front of the easel, his eyes lowered, his gaze sweeping over the canvas inch by inch.

The drawing paper is covered with many densely packed folds.

The lines are crisscrossed and twisted, like a casually sketched draft. The lines appear haphazard, varying in thickness and density.

Yan Qi stretched out his slender fingers, his fingertips gently stroking the folds, as if trying to sense the emotions contained within them.

Several pencils, sharpened to a fine point, were placed on a low stool next to the easel.

Yan Qi picked up one at random.

The pencil has a clear wood grain and a slightly rough texture when held in the palm of your hand.

He lowered his eyes, looking at the messy lines on the drawing paper. He gently turned his wrist, and the pencil tip fell on the paper, making a soft "shush" sound.

He didn't draw any patterns; he simply traced the folds that were already on the paper.

Yan Qi's wrist movements were slow and gentle, as if he were using a pencil to smooth out those messy, disordered lines.

Sunlight fell on his profile, outlining his hard jawline, and his long eyelashes drooped, concealing all the emotions in his eyes.

The faint, damp woody scent emanating from Yan Qi, mixed with the cedar scent of pencil, permeated the air, creating a fragrance reminiscent of orchids glistening with dew.

When Liang Yu returned from the courtyard, this was the scene that greeted him.

Yan Qi stood in front of the easel, his back to her, the sunlight slanting down on his tall and straight figure.

The sleeves of the black shirt were rolled up to the forearms, revealing smooth, hard muscle lines.

Yan Qi held a pencil in his well-defined hand, his wrist turning gracefully, the rustling sound of the pencil tip hitting the paper particularly clear in the quiet living room.

Liang Yu paused subconsciously as he looked at Yan Qi's back, which was bathed in sunlight.

However, Yan Qi keenly sensed Liang Yu's presence behind him.

He turned around gracefully, his gaze meeting Liang Yu's eyes.

Those dark eyes, filled with damp mist and like a deep pool after rain, locked onto Liang Yu.

Yan Qi lowered his voice, his tone slightly hoarse and magnetic, "Come here."