After not seeing each other for six years, Cameron Yan discovered that the biggest change in Dominic Jiang was that he had become shameless.
When he was yawning and preparing to go to the breakfast shop at the entrance of the community to buy something to satisfy his hunger, he saw Dominic Jiang sitting in the breakfast shop.
When the latter saw him, he greeted him as if nothing had happened.
Cameron Yan ignored her as a matter of course and nodded to the lady boss: "Auntie, a basket of meat buns and a cup of sweet soy milk."
He comes here to buy breakfast almost every morning and has become familiar with the proprietress.
"So that handsome young man is your friend. He came very early and has been sitting here for more than an hour." The proprietress brought a tray of buns and placed it in front of Cameron Yan. She also kindly handed him an empty bowl. "The sweet soy milk is on the left. Just get it yourself."
Cameron Yan glanced at Dominic Jiang, who had been looking at him since he entered the door, and continued to ignore him, and reiterated to the proprietress: "I don't know him, please pack your things and I'll take them away."
The lady boss smiled apologetically: "I thought you knew each other and wanted to have breakfast together."
Cameron Yan paid the bill with a bad expression, carrying the steamed buns and soy milk, and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt even lower, trying to ignore Dominic Jiang's gaze.
However, some people don't know what's good for them.
Dominic Jiang followed behind and said in a low voice: "You didn't come yesterday."
Cameron Yan thought Dominic Jiang's words were a little funny, as he didn't say he would go to the coffee shop.
"Sister Ji Qiu said that you often come to this breakfast shop, so I came to try my luck." Dominic Jiang continued to speak, as if he could not understand Cameron Yan's signal that she refused to communicate with him.
Cameron Yan quickened his pace and walked towards the residential area. When he was almost at the entrance, someone suddenly grabbed his arm. The person's body temperature was very low, and his palms were cold, so cold that Cameron Yan hissed. This kind of temperature could only be felt by someone who had been outdoors for a long time.
But that's not necessarily the case, because Dominic Jiang might have transformed from a cold-blooded animal, so his body temperature remains the same all year round.
He looked back at the person holding him, struggled twice but failed to get free, and immediately got angry: "Are you annoying?"
Dominic Jiang didn't say anything, but looked at Cameron Yan with those confusing eyes, as if he was looking at someone he cherished very much.
Even though Cameron Yan was annoyed with Dominic Jiang, he had to admit that Dominic Jiang's face was indeed beautiful. In the past, his skin was just a little white and he looked a little delicate, but when he grew up, his facial features were so distinct that he looked like a mixed-race.
Dominic Jiang took out two unwrinkled tickets from his coat and stuffed them into his sweatshirt pocket: "Tickets for the concert. You can go with your friends. I wanted to give them to you yesterday."
After he said that, he loosened his hand, as if he was simply handing the two tickets to Cameron Yan.
Cameron Yan took out the ticket from his pocket and took a look. It was a ticket for a concert that was recently on tour. The orchestra had invited a famous pianist, so tickets for several concerts were sold out early.
He bought the tickets in advance, but the seats were not as close to the front as Dominic Jiang's two.
"No need." Cameron Yan handed the ticket back, but Dominic Jiang refused to take it.
"You can throw it away if you don't want it." Dominic Jiang said it calmly, as if the two flyers he gave Cameron Yan were two flyers he received on the road, and throwing them away was the right choice.
"...Who are you giving alms to?" Cameron Yan said this with gritted teeth. The front seat was indeed attractive to him, but he felt suffocated when he saw Dominic Jiang's face.
Dominic Jiang didn't answer, but suddenly covered his mouth and coughed, his thick eyelashes fluttered, his eyelids drooped slightly, he looked at him listlessly, and then smiled palely: "You can do whatever you want with it, I just want to give it to you."
Cameron Yan: ...
Why are you pretending? Such a tall guy looks like a dead person who has fallen ill due to the wind.
He angrily threw the ticket back at Dominic Jiang: "I am a beggar on the street? No need. If I see you downstairs of my house again, I will beat you up every time I see you."
Dominic Jiang looked at him, his expression unchanged, and nodded seriously: "Then be gentle when the time comes."
Cameron Yan felt that Dominic Jiang's shamelessness had been cultivated to a level where he was invulnerable. He was too lazy to say anything more to this idiot and quickly returned to the apartment with breakfast.
Thanks to the influence of his family education, Cameron Yan's life is ordinary and regular. He has neither the bad habit of skipping breakfast nor the habit of staying at home all day. Unless there is a heavy rainstorm like yesterday, he will go downstairs for a walk after dinner without fail.
Although this community is not located in the most prosperous area, it is close to the river and has a beautiful night view. It is only a short walk to the riverside park.
Cameron Yan was fine when he went out, but when he was halfway there, the wind suddenly blew towards him in gusts.
At first he thought it was just a normal river breeze, until tiny raindrops fell on his body, and then he realized that it was a sign of rain.
He put on his sweatshirt hood, put his hands in his pockets, and ran back to the apartment.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. By the time he reached the elevator, the fine rain had already wet the ends of his hair. Tiny water droplets hung on his head. He wiped them off and felt the coolness on his hands.
It is now the transition between spring and summer. Although the calendar has jumped to May, this southern city does not seem to know what spring is. The temperature fluctuates between short-sleeved shirts and sweatshirts at any time.
He hid his hands in his sleeves, folded his arms, swiped the card and pressed the floor number. After the elevator door opened, the originally empty corridor was suddenly filled with several boxes of things.
This apartment building has two units per floor, and the security guard said that all the houses on his floor have been sold. However, Cameron Yan has lived here for several years and has never seen the door of the next door open. He guessed that some family bought it for investment in retirement.
Now that there were finally signs that someone was about to move in, he couldn't help but slow down his pace and look at the boxes left next to the elevator and the open door.
The next second, an acquaintance walked out.
Cameron Yan felt like he was seeing a ghost. Or maybe it was because it was his birth year that he ran into Dominic Jiang wherever he went.
Dominic Jiang was holding a box in his hands, and when he saw him, he still greeted him naturally.
Not sure if it was because of the lighting in the corridor, but Cameron Yan felt that Dominic Jiang's face was even paler than in the morning.
However, Dominic Jiang's physical strength was average before, mostly due to physical weakness.
Cameron Yan did not dwell on this detail, but instead made a sullen face and tried to use a threatening look to drive away the people who were approaching him.
Cameron Yan's appearance was not that of a ferocious monster, but because of his thin eyelids, upturned eye corners, and the way he frowned and glared at people, he did have an aura that made him seem difficult to approach.
Dominic Jiang put the box aside and slowly walked towards him. Cameron Yan was surprised to find that he was actually taller than him. What's wrong with this guy? They were only a little bit apart before. Did he stay abroad for a few years and take growth hormones?
Seeing his shadow gradually covering him, Cameron Yan stopped him coldly: "What do you mean? Are you trying to pick a fight?"
Dominic Jiang stopped one meter away, turned his head and covered his mouth with his hands, coughed twice, and then spoke in a hoarse voice: "Didn't you say you were going to beat me up?"
He then took another step closer, his exposed skin appearing a cool white under the energy-saving light.
Cameron Yan glanced at Dominic Jiang's neck inadvertently and felt that the wind from outside seemed to come in through his sleeves, making him shiver with cold.
Hearing Dominic Jiang's open provocation, Cameron Yan couldn't help but raise his voice a little: "Do you think I don't dare?"
Dominic Jiang shook his head, and his tone became firm again: "I know you dare."
... Cameron Yan really wanted to sew his mouth shut. He had never seen anyone who deserved a beating so badly.
Since Dominic Jiang made such a perverted request, Cameron Yan didn't mind fulfilling his wish. After all, it wasn't the first time he had beaten him.
Cameron Yan clenched his fists in his pockets, glanced at Dominic Jiang who really seemed to have no intention of dodging, and punched him.
Dominic Jiang did not dodge and was knocked to the ground by his punch. He then started coughing and his face turned a little red.
Cameron Yan was stunned for a moment, looking at the person sitting on the ground. He wondered how Dominic Jiang could fall down like a scarecrow when this punch was not as powerful as the last kick.
"...Don't pretend." Cameron Yan looked away, his tone unfriendly, "I didn't kick you to the ground last time with such force."
Dominic Jiang looked up at him, still smiling, and said, "Sorry, I have a fever today. I will try to stand more steadily next time."
This man was indeed sick. Cameron Yan was upset. On the one hand, he regretted that he had argued with a sick person, and on the other hand, he was annoyed by Dominic Jiang's sickly look in front of him.
"Don't hang around if you have a fever. You look so ugly, be careful to get put in a sack and beaten up." Cameron Yan said this, pressed his fingerprint to open the door, and then slammed the door. The voice-controlled lights in the corridor lit up, and no one knew what he was angry about.
Cameron Yan did not enter the room immediately after entering the door, but sat on the sofa to calm down. He did not know whether his emotions were due to Dominic Jiang's appearance or his frivolous attitude, but every word of Dominic Jiang made him feel irritated.
This irritability made him forget to find out why Dominic Jiang moved here.
No matter what he thought, Dominic Jiang obviously failed to notice his mood and tactlessly rang his doorbell.
Cameron Yan stood at the door, and Dominic Jiang's face appeared on the video intercom screen, but he waited until the screen went black and the call was not connected. But Dominic Jiang quickly pressed the second and third button.
...Really annoying.
Cameron Yan pressed the answer button. After a brief pause, his impatient warning came through the receiver: "What are you pressing? Do you believe I will sue you for disturbing the public?"
Dominic Jiang looked at the screen, as if he was looking at the owner inside: "Do you have any antipyretic medicine at home? I just moved here, there is nothing at home, and it's raining outside."
His eyes were gentle and his tone was sincere, as if he could not find anyone who needed help more than him. If anyone heard his request, even if there was no medicine, they would reply with an apology because of his handsome appearance and good attitude.
Cameron Yan stared at the intercom screen without saying a word. He snorted coldly and decisively hung up the intercom.
Cameron Yan curled up on the sofa for a while, his mind was in a mess. Dominic Jiang had never had good living habits and hardly cared about his illness. What if he got stupid?
He couldn't tell what was going on in his mind. He turned around, rummaged through the medicine box, and picked up a few boxes of antipyretic drugs.
When the door was opened, Dominic Jiang was still slowly moving those heavy-looking storage boxes. His complexion was indeed not good, and his slender figure was wrapped in a sweater, so it was hard to tell how his muscles were. Cameron Yan guessed that he must not have exercised much, otherwise how could he have a fever after being blown by a little cold wind.
He almost threw the plastic bag in his hand into Dominic Jiang's arms, and then said with disgust: "Don't spread germs everywhere. You have no sense of public morality at all."
He kicked the only remaining cardboard box next to the elevator, then winked at Dominic Jiang: "I won't bother with you today. See that box? That's what you'll have to pay for harassing me again."
Dominic Jiang looked at the box that just stopped at his door and nodded: "Thank you, I don't have to move it to the door."
Cameron Yan glared at him fiercely and slammed the door and went home for the second time in one day.
He walked on the carpet and crawled back to his sofa, turning up the TV volume to a level that was loud enough to cover up the noise outside, trying to suppress his inner restlessness.
Something is wrong. There is something completely wrong with Dominic Jiang. Has his brain become damaged after spending so many years abroad?
He just couldn't speak before, but now he seems to have really become a psycho.
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