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When he came out of Kwun Tong, Qiao Wen saw that it was still early and dragged Chen Canan to accompany him to the bookstore. On the one hand, he wanted to pick up some suitable books for Tang Xingwei, on the other hand, he also wanted to buy a few books for himself, and lastly, naturally, he wanted to buy two serious English introductory books for Chen Canaan.

Fortunately, Chen's father has read books and is a good father who respects learning, although his untalented son did not love to read since childhood, but under his chicken feather duster education, he still barely finished Form 2. Just see son is really not a reading material, only did not force again.

The popularization of education in Hong Kong City is not much better, the rich and the poor have a difference in the clouds, most of the rich family's young masters will go abroad to plating over the gold, while the bottom can rely on reading to get ahead, few and far between, can be like the original body to read through the fifth form is already very rare, the walled city is full of illiterate.

Although Chen Canaan read a sparse reading two or five eyes, but at least the words can recognize a basket, read a book to read a newspaper or no obstacles, the only deficiency is that the English language is really too poor, so far, only say hello three grams of oil Fark squid, and even one to twenty can not finish counting.

Qiao Wen also has a bit of a headache, after all, Hong Kong City is a colony, nowadays English is one of the official languages, if you have been at the bottom of the climbing, do not learn English is fine, but to move up, the simple English always have to know.

However, Chen Canaan this guy properly a college slag style, a bookstore, can not help but whisper thud: "So many books, fortunately recently did not play cards, or quasi-lost bottom pants are not left."

Jovian gave him a breathless look at the book he'd chosen and counted tucked it in his arms for him to hold.

Finally coming to the English bookshelf, seeing him pull out two English primers, Chen Canaan was like an enemy, but with his hands holding a stack of books, there was no way to empty them out to stop him, and he could only grimace and persuade, "Xiao Qiao Xiao Qiao, let's forget about this one, right? Aren't you teaching me two English words every day? I have memorized them properly, there's no need to buy me a book specifically for me, what a waste of money, quickly put it back!"

Qiao Wen glanced at him lightly, "It's fine, we're not short of money right now."

Chen Canaan could not cry, but could only harden his head and follow him to the checkout.

Out of the bookstore, this bastard is still a thief, want to take advantage of Qiao Wen's attention, quietly threw the two books into the trash can, but his little mind, Qiao Wen with his toes can guess.

Thus the two books arrived home safe and sound in the end.

Since moving into the high-rise apartment, everything is convenient for Chen Canaan, the only inconvenience is that there is no way to climb into Qiao's house at night by climbing through the window as he pleases.

He did go over the balcony once, which almost didn't scare Qiaowen half to death, and after scolding him angrily with a stern face, he ordered that he was not allowed to do this kind of dangerous behavior again. After that, he could only knock on the door honestly, laboring Qiaowen to open it for him.

At nine o'clock at night, Chen Canaan, who had taken a shower, wearing an undershirt and pants and slipping on his slippers, knocked on the door of Qiao's house. Speaking of which, since moving home, because he had his own bed, he came to rub up against Qiao Wen's bed even less. Half a year down the line, the number of times the two had shared a bed could be counted on two hands.

In the past two months, because they were busy dealing with reporters and all kinds of entertainment every day, the two of them had hardly spent any time together. Tonight was a rare occasion when they were both free, and tomorrow was Saturday, so he was ready to talk to Qiao Wen for a while.

Qiao Wen had also rinsed and washed up at this moment, accompanied Granny to watch TV for a while, and when he saw Chen Canaan coming over, he took him to his room.

Now that she had her own bedroom and a spacious Simmons bed, the quality of life had indeed improved greatly, and she didn't have to worry about being uncomfortable crammed in with Chen Canaan.

At the moment, someone followed him into the house and fell heavily onto his bed, his body bouncing half a foot high before giggling to himself with open limbs, "Xiao Qiao, we haven't slept together in a long time, and it's still weird to think about it."

Qiao Wen looked at him and smiled, "Nan, it's still early, don't go to sleep yet."

Chen Canaan rubbed himself upright, "Well, I'm just looking for you to say something."

Jovian sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him with a grin, "That's what I thought."

Chen Canaan crawled up to him and was a bit excited for some reason, joyfully meeting his eyes.

Busy actually okay, once idle, lonely men and women share a room, he to Qiao Wen that a little crooked heart, can not help but begin to move again.

Especially when his eyes landed on the other man's slightly opened lips, the yellow waste that had been dormant in his head for so long popped up again.

Just that he didn't have time to mess around and think too much, the smiling Qiaowen, suddenly took out a book from behind him, "It's rare that there's still so much time left in the night, so let's take our time to talk about the study program for this book, right?"

The book was clearly the one that he had bought back from the bookstore in the evening, "Thirty Days of English for Beginners", Chen Canaan instantly wailed and fell heavily behind him, "Xiao Qiao, will you let me go?"

Qiao Wen held his hands and pulled him up, softly coaxing, "Nan, I read this book, it's very simple, learn two sentences a day, you'll be able to have a simple conversation in a month, I'll teach you sentence by sentence."

Chen Canaan fell over like a ball of mud, closing his eyes and saying, "I know vernacular Mandarin and I can also listen to some Southern Fujianese, isn't that enough? Why do we have to learn English? I don't see the point!"

Jovian laughed, reached out and stroked his head, cursed him in English, and then asked, "Do you know what I'm talking about?"

Chen Canaan lifted his eyelids and shook his head, "I don't know."

"I'm scolding you." Qiao Wen laughed, "Look, if you don't understand a bit of English, and someone laughs and scolds you to your face, and you think people are praising you, do you feel like a fool?"

"That's true." Chen Canaan nodded and thought for a moment, "Then you can teach me the words to curse, as long as I can understand when people curse in English."

Qiao Wen: "......" He thought for a moment, sat cross-legged face to face with him, and said, "Nan, I know you are not willing to learn, let's take our time, every night you come to me, I'll teach you a little bit, and I promise it won't be hard. "

Chen Canaan lifted his eyelids and asked, "Teach me every night?"

Jovian nodded, "Well, studying before bed helps with memorization."

It had to be said that sleeping in the same bed with him every day in name only was still very attractive to Chen Canaan, who hesitated for a moment and feigned a reluctant nod, "Alright, I'll try."

Qiao Wen sighed as he heard him agree and smiled openly with his brows arched, "Then today I'll teach you the simplest two sentences first."

Chen Canaan changed his position, lying on the side of his legs, watching his fingers tadpole like English on the book, parroting and reading along. Just read not a moment, the head a little bit, clearly to go on a date with the Lord of the Week.

After a few more moments, the head was buried in the side of Jovian's leg, and he didn't raise it again, leaving only a deep breathing.

Seeing this, Qiaowen called to him twice, and when he didn't move, he sighed helplessly and put the book on the nightstand, then moved the sleepy guy upright and leaned against the bed himself, ready to read for a while before going back to sleep.

It's just that the breathing beside me seems like it's right in my ears, and somehow it's a little hard to look away.

He turned his head to look silently at the sweetly sleeping fellow next to him. The warm yellow light of the incandescent lamp struck his honey-colored, polished face with a rare calmness and docility.

Jovian involuntarily curved the corners of his mouth and subconsciously reached out to touch his forehead.

About being disturbed, the sleeper murmured and rolled over, peeling off the hand that had made a mess of his face and clutching it in his palm.

Jovian laughed softly and turned off the light with a backhand, laying down and leaning against him as he fell asleep.

That night, Chen Canaan had a long dream.

In his dream, Jovian, carrying a suitcase, came to say goodbye to him.

"Nan, I'm leaving."

"Where to?"

"Go home."

"Isn't this where your home is?"

"No, my home is not here, my home is far away."

"I won't let you go."

"But ...... there's no reason for me to stay here."

"No, I won't let you go."

The next morning, Qiao Wen was woken up by the feeling of suffocation, opening his eyes, he found himself wrapped up in Chen Canaan's hands and feet, and his neck was even strangled so tightly that even breathing became difficult.

He reached out to pick at Chen Canaan's sturdy arm and spoke with great effort, "Brother Nan, let go!"

However, Chen Canaan didn't react half-heartedly as if he was caught in a nightmare, and instead, he hooped even tighter.

Qiao Wen held his face red and couldn't speak. This guy obviously wasn't a big guy like Jiang Yu Feng, but he was somehow so strong. His own milk strength was used up, but he didn't succeed in escaping from his shackles.

Seeing that he was going to be hooped into fainting, Qiao Wen really couldn't take it and could only raise his head and use the back of his head to vigorously slam into the bridge of his nose.

Only hearing an ow, Chen Canaan finally turned around and woke up amidst the pain in the bridge of his nose.

When he opened his eyes and saw Jovian, who was struggling with a red face in his arms, he suddenly snapped back to his senses and hurriedly loosened his iron-clamp-like arms.

Qiao Wen, who had gotten a respite, took a big gulp of fresh air and said in a mute voice, "Nan, are you trying to kill me?"

Chen Canaan immediately patted his back and helped him smooth out his breath, saying sheepishly, "Xiao Qiao, are you alright?"

It was easy for Qiaowen to slow down, shake his head, and turn around to ask, "Nan, did you have some kind of nightmare?"

Chen Canaan froze, nodded, and said in a muffled voice, "I dreamed that you were leaving again and said you wanted to go home, and I didn't want you to go, so I hugged you tightly."

When Qiao Wen sniffed, he simply cried and laughed, reaching out to punch him on the shoulder, saying, "Isn't this my home? Where else can I go back to?"

Chen Canaan shook his head, looked into his eyes, and said seriously, "You said in your dream that this is not your home, that your home is far away."

This time it was Qiao Wen's turn to be slightly stunned for a moment before he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Where is my home if not here? This dream of yours is really strange." Saying that, he sat up and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry I'm not going anywhere, but you just barely strangled me to death, you have to make it up to me."

Chen Canaan immediately felt weak and distressed, and immediately doggedly reached out to press his neck, "I'm sorry Xiao Qiao, I didn't mean it. Let me help you rub it?"

Qiaowen, however, brushed his hand away, "No need." He reached for the English primer on the nightstand and said, "You'll be best compensated by learning two new sentences with me."

Chen Canaan said weakly, "Can we do it another way?"

"No."

Chen Canaan could only sigh in resignation, "Fine."

Qiao Wen didn't work on Saturdays, but the martial arts center was open for business. So after successfully learning two new sentences, Pretty Boy Nan pestered Qiao Wen to go to the martial arts center with him.

As the head of the martial arts school, Chen Canaan did not directly teach the apprentices, but only took the brothers to practice kung fu every day. The trainees are the responsibility of Howie and a few of his younger brothers, so although he is in the martial arts center, he is not really busy.

After he finished a set of punches with Jovian watching, he ordered a table of refreshments and pulled the man into the lounge to watch TV.

The TV is staging a new drama of Li Xing Chen, as a TV one, Li Xing Chen has long been famous in Hong Kong, counting, in addition to the two events of the Dream True Dress, Qiao Wen has not met with him in the past half a year.

In the new drama, he plays the same nobleman-type character, but more than earlier, the kind of depressed color in his life can't even be completely concealed in the drama now.

Qiaowen furrowed his brows and looked at the handsome young man in the screen, casually asking, "Have you seen Li Xingchen lately?"

Chen Canaan shook his head, "I just got out of the detention center don't remember the night of the first few days, he came to the martial arts center once, said to see how I was doing, and quickly left. It's already rare for someone who is a big star and busy person to remember to come see me."

Jovian: "That's true, when you went in, he even offered to call and ask for a loan to ransom you."

"Yeah? Then we'll buy him dinner later."

"That depends on whether he has time. Speaking of which, there were quite a few people who wanted to give me money to save you in the first place, and Zhou Sir found Zi Hui, who was going to send me a check that night."

Chen Canaan snorted in disbelief, "Count on Four Eyes Boy having a bit of a conscience."

Qiao Wen laughed, "Brother Feng asked his little brother to put together two hundred thousand dollars, a big bag of money delivered to the door."

Chen Canaan said, "Brother Feng that's nothing to write home about."

Jovan: "And Brother Zenbo, also said he would lend us money."

"Didn't this stupid young master sue his housekeeper's family before? He lost a lot of money. He won't be cheated out of it again, will he? Can he still have money to lend us?"

Jovian lost his smile, "You don't know that yet, do you?"

"What?"

Qiao Wen said, "Other young master Guan is a big writer now, rumor has it that he wrote 'Bravely Breaking Into the World', which is based on you."

Chen Canaan knew about this popular novel because it had been mentioned when the reporter interviewed him, but given that he was dizzy with words, he hadn't been much interested in paying it a visit. At this moment, when he heard that it was Guan Zhenbao's masterpiece, he couldn't help but be shocked: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't even look, what's the point of me telling you?" Qiao Wen laughed, "Besides, he didn't tell me that he was Guan Zhen, it was my own guess. But there shouldn't be such a coincidence under the sky. It's rumored that Writer Guan now pays a dollar a word, and if he writes tens of thousands of words a month, that's tens of thousands of dollars."

Chen Canaan let out a wow, "I can't see that this silly young master is so powerful!" Saying this, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "You said that the people we've known outside the Walled City in the past year, how come every one of them is great? Originally, I thought it was already unbelievable for Four Eyes to become a big boss, and this silly young master who was almost cheated out of all his possessions has become a big writer in just over half a year."

Qiao Wen patted his shoulder, "So what, you need to read more, with your Pretty Nan's skills, sooner or later, one day, you will also be brilliant."

Chen Canaan thought about it and muttered in a small voice, "Actually ...... I think opening a martial arts school now is quite good."

Qiao Wen was amused by him, "Nan, is it so hard to get you to read some books?"

Chen Canaan nodded like garlic, "Yes it's kinda hard."

Qiao Wen sighed, and as the two of them were talking, a junior outside came in and handed over an envelope, "Brother Nan Ah Wen, someone sent an invitation, saying it's for you."

Chen Canaan casually took it and opened it, the red invitation inside was very exquisitely crafted, with Chen Canaan's and Qiao Wen's names written in flowing handwriting on top, and the following two lines were an invitation for the two to attend a charity reception tomorrow night.

The final signature was Zhou Chaozheng, and the invitation was accompanied by this Mr. Zhou's business card.

Chen Canaan eeped, "Who is this person? Do we know each other?"

Jovian shook his head, "Don't recognize it."

In fact, to say that he didn't recognize it wasn't quite true, Qiao Wen had been in this world for more than a year, and thanks to the newspaper industry, he was basically no longer a stranger to the city's powerful families and magnates.

This Zhou Chaozheng was the youngest son of the Zhou family, a powerful family in the city, in his thirties, had been self-supporting for many years, and was a well-known talent in the city's business community.

Chen Canaan, however, knew nothing about it, and only wondered, "Since we don't know each other, why did you send us an invitation? Can't it be that it's because I've recently become famous that I'm looking for you?" After saying this, he frowned again, "No, the ones who were looking for me to go to dinner before were inviting me alone, this invitation has your name, so it's definitely not because of me."

Qiao Wen pondered for a moment with the business card between his fingers and said, "This Zhou Chaozheng isn't one of those small chamber of commerce bosses who invited you, he's a serious son of a powerful family. Although we don't know why he invited us, since we sent out invitations, let's go and meet the world."