The national teacher dressed as a rich and noble son

Shang Yange glanced over the faces of Lu Ming and Shang Yanyu, and instantly understood that the one who is being followed and the one who is being followed are all the same thing!

He ignored the unreliable two, seeing Xie Yubo kept his head down, and asked, "You say I'm your enemy?"

Xie Yubo's eyes were in a daze, and the corners of his eyes became wet. When Shang Yange approached him and spoke softly, his voice was indeed like a tyrant.

He felt a cowardly feeling similar to being close to his hometown, and he didn't dare to directly unblock Shang Yange's face.

It's like scratching a life-long grand prize, scratching the edge of the paper with your fingernails, and you don't have the courage to look at the answer.

The sound is a little different.

What if the face looked a little different too?

It's different, so can he still be regarded as a tyrant?

But Shang Yange's name combined is a tyrant, he can't calculate the fate of Shang Yange, nor can he calculate the fate of a tyrant.

The tyrant has a younger brother named Shang Xu, and Shang Yange's cousin is very similar to Shang Xu.

Before that, Xie Yubo couldn't say that he didn't feel anything at all. Shang Yange and the tyrant gave him very similar feelings.It is he who deceives himself and others, stubbornly believes that even if the tyrant is reincarnated, he should be exactly the same.

He was too greedy and always wanted to find the same tyrant, so he ignored the people around him.

Shang Yange asked again: "What do you mean by enemy?"

There was grievance in Xie Yubo's voice: "Do you know who Shang Xu is?"

Shang Yange thought for a while: "My cousin's name is Shang Yanyu, not Shang Xu."

Xie Yubo's heart sank, and he no longer took chances. Shang Yange didn't pretend to be stupid on purpose, he really didn't know everything about the tyrant.

Now the oolong has become difficult to explain, Xie Yubo whispered: "Whoever forces me to write a report is my enemy."

Shang Yange rubbed Xie Yubo's head: "You have only written three of the thirteen reports, and I didn't bother with you. Does this make you an enemy?"

Xie Yubo didn't expect that this would not escape Mr. Shang's monitoring. This tone was half helpless and half doting, so familiar that it made his eyes warm.

Shang Yange: "Why are you chasing Shang Yanyu? Are you not hungry?"

Xie Yubo sniffed, and turned black into white: "I counted your brother going to the clubhouse to spend money, and wanted to stop him."

Shang Yanyu felt that he was more wronged than Dou E, "If you don't run after me, why should I hide in the clubhouse? Brother, you have to trust me, I'm not that kind of person."

Xie Yubo asked back: "Would you not drive the car into the police station?"

Shang Yanyu felt that these words were a bit familiar, and when he remembered that someone had said this before, he got into the car silently.

Innocent and pitiful, like a mentally handicapped child who can't call 110 in case of trouble, being ridiculed by two parents in turn.

The corner of Shang Yange's mouth curled up, feeling inexplicably happy, and explained to his cousin: "He can tell fortunes, but he may only count the results but not the process. Have you found a place to live? If not, go live with me."

"Fortune-telling?" Shang Yanyu was stunned. What kind of magical statement is this? Didn't his brother never believe it?

He remembered that Xie Yubo asked him if his name was Shang Xu, so when Xie Yubo didn't know him at all, he figured out that "Shang Yange's younger brother Shang Yanyu is going to the club" and mistook his name as "Xu". For his brother's face, save the young man who lost his way?

Amazing, right?

Shang Yanyu looked at this high school student with admiration, and couldn't help but doubt his relationship with his brother.

Looking at the hands the two held together, and seeing Xie Yubo discipline him as a matter of course, Shang Yanyu couldn't help but think of four words.

A sister-in-law is like a father.

Thinking of this, Shang Yanyu no longer dared to have any objections to Xie Yubo, and today he was just forced into the clubhouse. In the past, if the head wife treated his younger brother harshly, he could just drive him to sleep in the pigsty. There will be no objection, at most I will sleep with him in the pigsty.

"You go back first, let auntie cook whatever dishes you want, and order today."

Shang Yanyu felt that his brother looked much more pleasant today, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it, so as not to disturb the world of the two of them.

Lu Ming accidentally scolded Shang Yange, and kept pretending to be a transparent person. Seeing Shang Yanyu leave at this time, he quickly found an excuse to escape together.

Shang Yange dismissed the two people who were in the way, and led Xie Yubo to his car.

He was really in a good mood, because Xie Yubo took the initiative to take care of his affairs and treated Shang Yanyu as his younger brother, so he chased him for two hours.

Xie Yubo wanted to withdraw his hand several times, but the tyrant pressed him even tighter. After the oolong crisis was resolved, he fell into the tangle of unblocking the sky eye again.

He shook his head, he would go crazy if he didn't see the answer.

With trembling fingers, Xie Yubo slowly climbed up Shang Yange's sleeve and grabbed him like he was holding light, "Can I touch your face?"

Seeing too fast with the eyes of the sky, he was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the impact.

Shang Yange was a little puzzled by this request, but Xie Yubo was interested in his face, did it mean that he cared more and more about himself?

Mr. Shang has always felt that he has a handsome face, but his voice is not very good, and Xie Yubo is blind, his eyes are not good enough, his external conditions are a big disadvantage for Xie Yubo, it is not as good as his appearance singer and presenter.

Xie Yubo was interested in touching his face, that's really... great.

Shang Yange grabbed Xie Yubo's hand, and leaned closer to his cheek: "Yes."

Mr. Shang tried hard to think about what expression would make him feel more handsome under the sense of touch of a blind person.

It's a pity that he didn't check the information in this area in advance, so he had no choice but to remain expressionless.

The appearance of a tyrant, Xie Yubo has long engraved in his heart so deeply. When he stroked Shang Yange's chin with his fingers, and touched the familiar corners and arcs, his heart beat suddenly like a shore being beaten by the tide. Take a few shots.

The fingertips moved minute by inch, and slowly climbed up the brow bone carved like a chisel.

He has touched this place many times in his previous life. When he was practicing calligraphy, the tyrant would always stand behind him and watch, Xie Yubo covered his eyes rebelliously, and pushed the tyrant out, "I haven't practiced well yet, Your Majesty is not allowed to watch. "

Xie Yubo's fingers froze. The tyrant's cursive script had been praised by many famous calligraphers. He learned cursive script from the tyrant, and he took pictures of cats and tigers. He only had the shape but not the spirit. The tyrant praised him as "unique character".

The Chinese teacher had attended calligraphy appreciation and gave the example of the cursive sage. Xie Yubo finally understood that the cursive script that is not magical is graffiti.

The tyrant lied to him.

Shang Yange held Xie Yubo's wrist, fearing that he would get tired if he held his hand for too long. Two minutes later, Xie Yubo's fingers were still resting on his brow bone.

He felt that Xie Yubo might have to touch it for 10 to [-] minutes, and he was afraid that Xie Yubo's hands would get sore, so he bent down and hugged Xie Yubo to the hood, so that Xie Yubo was half a head taller than him.

Xie Yubo sat in front of the windshield, lowered his head slightly, brushed Shang Yange's deep eyebrows and high nose with his fingertips, and finally stayed on his lips, his cheeks were also very close, and his breath smelled.

It's too close, Shang Yange's Adam's apple rolls up and down, the distance that can be kissed by raising his head, the most suitable kissing posture, he can even create countless accidents, let them kiss inadvertently.

But Shang Yange didn't move, he didn't want the first kiss to be just a superficial accident.

Reason is like this, but it does not prevent Shang from always imagining scenarios in his mind. People's thinking leaps in this aspect are always amazing and uncontrollable.

Xie Yubo's fingers suddenly slipped from the side of his face, hugged Shang Yange's head tightly, and buried his face on his shoulders and neck, huge tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, making the scene in front of him gradually blurred to the extreme, unprecedented clarity .

Shang Yange is the reincarnation of a tyrant!

Xie Yubo secretly wiped his tears on his shoulder, and when he raised his head, he completely unblocked the sky eye and opened it to high definition.

His eyelashes were wet in clusters, his eyes were dark, and he stared at Shang Yange's face as if he couldn't get enough of it. If it wasn't for the blind man's massage, he should have seen it long ago.

Except for the different hairstyle, Shang Yange's appearance was carved out of the same mold as the tyrant.

Xie Yubo touched Shang Yange's hair, why didn't he notice it, they even have the same hair quality.

Xie Yubo pulled President Shang's hair. Knowing that this person is a tyrant, he naturally couldn't treat him like a guardian.

There is still a bad debt between them.

The native teacher is the creditor.

"Have you finished touching it?" Shang Yange couldn't stand being stared at by Xie Yubo. He knew that Xie Yubo couldn't see him, but he couldn't help but want to interpret the meaning in his gaze.

"It's not good." Xie Yubo angrily stretched out his hand to hook his Adam's apple. It's all to blame here. The similarity between Mr. Shang's voice and the tyrant's voice is about 80.00%, which misled the national teacher.

He was inexplicably angry, but he didn't dare to let Shang Yange see it. He moved so fast that he was a little frivolous.

Shang Yange: "..." He didn't know how many times he suspected that Xie Yubo had teased him on purpose.

But Xie Yubo's expression was very pure and innocent, sometimes it was even opposite to his actions, such as now, he looked a little annoyed.

Anyway, I didn’t dare to ask, I just endured it until I graduated.

Shang Yange carried Xie Yubo off the hood and put him in the passenger seat, "Go back to dinner, Yan Yu should have dinner ready."

My cousin is just a tool for ordering food.

Xie Yubo casually asked: "Do you have some strange dreams?"

Shang Yange was puzzled: "No, for example?"

Xie Yubo: "For example, you broke the law and committed a crime." Imprison the national teacher.

Shang Yange: "I obey the law and pay taxes on time."

He used to have some dreams. In the dream, he was always furious for no reason. When he woke up, he could still feel the helplessness of being trapped in the rage. Under the intervention of the psychiatrist, Shang Yange had less mood swings.

He originally thought that all his emotions were used to fight the manic depression, and it was difficult to pay attention to other people.

Xie Yubo broke this cognition, like a clear spring suddenly appearing in the desert, making him stop and indulge, with lively mood swings like spring water.

After meeting Xie Yubo, he didn't have that kind of dream, so he didn't plan to talk about it.

However, the Great Master was not very satisfied with Mr. Shang who "obeyed the law". If he was the only one to remember some things, no matter how great the grief and indignation would be, it would be wiped out.

He saw an oil-based pen on the center console, and asked intentionally, "Is there a pen?"

Shang Yange handed him the pen, Xie Yubo grabbed his hand, bit off the cap of the pen, and wrote the words "dragon, flying and phoenix dancing" in the palm of Shang Yange's hand.

In Tyrant's exclusive cursive script.

Xie Yubo looked at Shang Yange nervously and expectantly: "What did I write?"

If, if Shang Yange can't recognize him, he will get out of the car!

Shang Yange's eyes were fixed, and he looked at Xie Yubo. He finally knew why he recognized the words on the talisman when he saw it at Wang Fuyang's massage parlor.

At that time, the four characters were stacked together, and he recognized them intuitively. Now that Xie Yubo took the four characters apart and wrote them again, Shang Yange was very familiar with them.

It was similar to the handwriting when he wrote calligraphy.

Shang Yange was surprised that the cursive script he wrote casually was the same as Xie Yubo's handwriting when he was blind, as if it was destined by heaven.

Xie Yubo: "Do you recognize him?"

Shang Yange: "...a stupid tyrant."

Xie Yubo's eyes widened, and he finally opened his face: "Say it again."

Shang Yange gathered his palms together to cover the four words, and said flatly, "Don't speak foul language."

"I'm not scolding you, I want to listen to it again, okay?" Xie Yubo begged.

Shang Yange: "..."