No matter how beautiful the journey, it must come to an end, and every trip has a return date. Even if the entire process was exciting and exhilarating, after taking a shower and lying on the bed, Qin Fang still felt sore all over, as tired as a weary dog.

Xing Yan didn't look tired, but he was already asleep by the time Qin Fang returned from his shower. Qin Fang basically fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

The two of them slept through the morning and woke up after 11 o'clock. Qin Fang grabbed his phone and saw that there were three missed calls from Jian Muyang.

Qin Fang glanced in Xing Yan's direction and saw that he was not up yet. He put on his slippers and went out to return Jian Muyang's call.

Jian Muyang answered quickly, but Qin Fang frowned almost as soon as he heard his voice.

"What's wrong, Yangyang?"

Jian Muyang called out "brother" and his voice sounded nasal. "Dad and Mom had a fight."

Qin Fang asked softly, "Did you cry?"

"Yeah," Jian Muyang sniffled. "They fought quite fiercely and I was a little scared."

"Don't be afraid," Qin Fang comforted him. "It's normal for adults to quarrel."

"But Mom looked very strange. She's never been like this before," Jian Muyang said in a small voice, probably in his own room. "She kept crying and then fell asleep."

"It's okay," Qin Fang repeated. "Don't be scared."

Qin Fang didn't know why Jian Mingtao and Dong Yin were arguing, nor was he interested in knowing. It could just be due to emotional fluctuations from pregnancy. But Jian Muyang crying to him on the phone still made Qin Fang's heart ache a little. Jian Muyang rarely cried and was a cheerful kid.

Jian Muyang asked in a muffled voice, "Brother, when are you coming back..."

Qin Fang glanced at the date on his phone and told him, "Soon."

"Then when you come back, come home," Jian Muyang said softly. "I miss you, brother."

"Okay," Qin Fang promised him.

After going out to have fun for a few days, his phone was basically out of contact during the day. Those who looked for him generally didn't have anything important. He would reply when he saw the messages if it was necessary, otherwise he wouldn't respond.

After a few days, his phone had accumulated a bunch of messages. Qin Fang took a rough look and they were all miscellaneous.

When he came out of the bathroom after washing up, Han Xiaogong happened to come downstairs.

"Oh, you're back?" Han Xiaogong strolled down the stairs with his hands in his pockets.

"Good morning... afternoon," Qin Fang greeted him, with some water droplets still on his head.

Han Xiaogong yawned and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"Just got up," Qin Fang said. "Not yet."

"Perfect, let's go together then," Han Xiaogong took a piece of toast from the coffee table and took a bite. "I'm hungry."

When Qin Fang went in to change clothes, Xing Yan was still sleeping. He changed quietly and went out to eat with Han Xiaogong.

During the meal, Han Xiaogong asked Qin Fang if he took photos. Qin Fang nodded and they added each other on WeChat. Qin Fang sent him the photos.

Han Xiaogong's avatar was a shade of gray, close to black. This was quite unexpected. Qin Fang originally thought his avatar should be his own photo, or if not a photo, it shouldn't be this style.

Han Xiaogong flipped through the photos. "Not bad. Hey, you guys all like this, wild stuff."

Qin Fang was eating and didn't say anything.

Han Xiaogong drank his clay pot porridge while selecting a few photos and directly posting them on Weibo. He laughed, "The photos are awesome."

The photos had Xing Yan's side profile. Han Xiaogong handed the phone to Qin Fang to let him see the comments. Some comments said Xiaogong finally remembered he still had a Weibo account that needed updates. Most others were praising how handsome he was.

The comments grew quickly. Qin Fang was quite surprised that Han Xiaogong's Weibo had so many followers. He took a look and saw over 2 million.

Qin Fang didn't pay much attention to these things. Most of the people he followed on Weibo were friends he knew.

"Young girls also like big motorcycles," Han Xiaogong closed Weibo and continued eating. "Yan-ge is very popular on my account."

"You've posted his photos before?" Qin Fang asked.

"Yeah, many times when I don't want to take photos myself but have to post something, I just post whatever is around me," Han Xiaogong said.

Qin Fang was quite surprised. "He lets you post them?"

"Yeah," Han Xiaogong smiled. "Post whatever."

Qin Fang really didn't expect that. Based on his understanding, Xing Yan wouldn't like these things. Han Xiaogong said, "He doesn't care about this."

That made sense. Qin Fang nodded. Han Xiaogong continued, "Do you care?"

"Huh?" Qin Fang asked. "Care about what?"

Han Xiaogong said, "Posting photos."

Qin Fang shook his head. "I don't get it anyway. Doesn't matter to me."

"Then I'll post you next time," Han Xiaogong looked at him. "Do you want to become famous? I can help you gain some followers."

"I don't," Qin Fang laughed. "What would I do with followers?"

When Qin Fang returned, he also brought lunch for Xing Yan. As he entered, Xing Yan had just gotten up and looked like he had just washed up.

"You sure can sleep," Han Xiaogong chuckled. "Like a pig."

Xing Yan ignored him. Qin Fang put the food container on the table and said to Xing Yan, "Come eat."

Xing Yan sat down and asked Han Xiaogong, "What's up with Zhou Siming?"

Han Xiaogong said, "Don't know, maybe he went crazy."

Xing Yan looked at him. Han Xiaogong spread his hands. "I really don't know."

Zhou Siming had just bumped into Xing Yan downstairs. He glanced at him without a word and left, his face sullen. Xing Yan also didn't speak to him. The two of them didn't talk much to begin with.

Han Xiaogong leaned on the sofa and slowly said, "Someone asked him for money. I gave him money and he returned it to me."

Qin Fang raised his eyebrows looking at him. Xing Yan also looked over.

Han Xiaogong closed his eyes and continued, "He cursed at me, so I cursed back at him, and then he left. I really don't know what happened after that."

After a while, Xing Yan grunted and asked, "What about Si Tu?"

"Also don't know," Han Xiaogong said. "Maybe he went somewhere to write songs."

During the days Xing Yan and the others were away, Han Xiaogong basically didn't see the other two much either. He didn't know anything when asked. But it was quite surprising to hear him say someone asked Zhou Siming for money.

This was also the first time Qin Fang heard them mention "money". These few people didn't seem to lack money. Xing Yan could afford to play with motorcycles, Si Tu played with flowers and plants and didn't seem to worry about making a living. As for Han Xiaogong, it goes without saying. Qin Fang didn't know much but knew from seeing his Weibo with over 2 million followers just now that he couldn't possibly lack money.

Indeed, compared to these few, Zhou Siming was quite ordinary. His clothes and belongings were at the level of a regular student.

Whether he got into trouble or owed debts for someone to come to the door asking for money, it was hard to say.

Qin Fang didn't think too much about this matter, it had nothing to do with him anyway. He and Zhou Siming weren't close enough to care about each other, and if you really think about it now, they could still be considered half enemies. Although Qin Fang had turned the page on their chapter, Zhou Siming's cheap mouth was endlessly annoying.

More than half of the holiday had already passed. Taking out the few days of returning early, there weren't many days left.

The typhoon came, and it had been raining for the past few days, with strong winds blowing. Except for Zhou Siming, the remaining few people rarely stayed in the house and went nowhere, each doing their own thing every day and having simple chats when they met.

The rain was heavy, and the second floor started leaking again. Han Xiaogong took his pillow to sleep in Si Tu's room at night. Normally, Zhou Siming should have stayed in Xing Yan's room, but Qin Fang occupied a bed, so Zhou Siming had been sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

Qin Fang didn't want to take up someone else's place, so he booked a room.

Xing Yan didn't let him go out: "Don't make a fuss, he won't come in even if you leave."

"Why?" Qin Fang raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Stubborn," Xing Yan said, "You two might have a chance to fight during this time."

Qin Fang laughed: "I don't want to fight."

"Just talking to him makes you want to," Xing Yan stood by the window looking at the rain outside, "Whoever talks to him wants to hit him."

"His mouth is indeed quite punchable," Qin Fang nodded.

Zhou Siming's frowning state continued. Every time he saw Qin Fang, his eyes seemed to express displeasure, but Qin Fang didn't want to fight with him when the holiday was about to end, mainly because he was afraid of making others uncomfortable, so he didn't talk to him.

He and Xing Yan were very familiar with each other now. Qin Fang jokingly asked him, "If I fight with him now, will you still help him?"

Xing Yan was sitting on his own bed reading a book at the time. Hearing this, he looked up, thought for a moment and said, "I'll watch the show."

"Too cold," Qin Fang said, "We've been in the same car for so many days after all."

Xing Yan lowered his head and continued reading, saying, "He can't beat you."

Qin Fang touched his stomach with his hand, looked at Xing Yan, laughed and slowly said, "Then how did I get the short end of the stick?"