Frank and strict

After a long silence during his question, He Lang snatched the watch from his hand with a dark face, and explained calmly: "Really? I don't remember."

Such words are not enough to answer Yang Juan's confusion, he tilted his head, "But—"

Fearing that he would say something surprising again, He Lang quickly stretched out his hand to push him, and asked in a low tone on purpose, "How long do you want to sit on me?"

As expected, Yang Juan's attention was diverted. He crawled down from He Lang's arms with a flushed face, and squatted on the ground instead, looking for the phone he had thrown on the ground.He Lang didn't stand up immediately.

From the beginning just now, he has noticed that something is wrong.At this moment, Yang Juan got down from his arms, but he breathed a sigh of relief, and only after the upwelling of blood calmed down, he supported the ground with one hand and stood up.

Turning around, he noticed that Yang Juan seemed to be still squatting on the ground, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Why are you still squatting on the ground? Invisibility has fallen out again?"

Yang Juan buried his head, and the voice came from below: "Look for the phone."

He Lang turned on the light in his phone to illuminate the nearby ground for him.A light appeared in the field of vision, and Yang Juan quickly found his mobile phone.Thinking that his movements were slow, He Lang bent down without saying a word, pinched his wrist, and pulled him up from the ground.

Looking at the slender fingers holding his wrist, Yang Juan held his breath lightly, as if he was afraid of waking up the person in front of him, he hung his wrist limply and did not dare to move it, and turned the phone over with one hand to operate it, wanting to turn the phone over. lights on.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the lock screen with his fingertips, a low-battery notification sound came from the phone, echoing clearly and loudly in the entire silent corridor.Yang Juan didn't look at the remaining battery on his phone, but immediately turned his attention to his pinched wrist.

The few fingers on his wrist did not let go, but He Lang lowered his head and asked: "Is the phone dead?"

Yang Juan regained his composure, and hummed lightly in a hurry.

"Trouble." He Lang clicked his tongue softly, and handed him his mobile phone, "Take it."

Yang Juan accepted it obediently, but he didn't quite understand his intention of doing so.

"Put your phone away and use my phone to guide the way." He Lang said.

Yang Juan looked slightly hesitant, "What about you?"

"Me?" He Lang looked at him in the dark in disbelief, "Of course you came to help me take pictures, so is it possible that you still want to occupy my phone by yourself?"

After speaking, the other party dragged his wrist and walked steadily towards the stairs ahead.

Yang Juan was dragged behind him, dutifully holding up his mobile phone to light the way for him in the stairwell.From the corner of the eye, he occasionally glanced at He Lang's hand holding his wrist, feeling the slight temperature spreading from the wrist, and didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

He has never felt like today that the stairway after the power outage is so short.In just a few moments of distraction, they had already descended from the sixth floor to the first floor.

After the power outage, the door of the laboratory building could not be opened.The two were trapped in the laboratory building, and when they were about to call someone, a call came from the school.After coming out of the experimental building smoothly, the two walked back to the school on the same road, and then separated in the middle of the back door of the dormitory area.

At this time, the access control time of the dormitory has passed, He Lang stood on the steps outside the door, and called the fourth child to ask the dormitory auntie to come out and open the door.A few minutes later, the fourth child called him back, and the auntie in charge was taking a shower, and he might have to wait another 10 minutes.

He Lang didn't have the patience to wait, he wandered out slowly from the back door of the dormitory area, and walked to the vending machine by the roadside to buy something to drink.

Yang Juan, who was standing on the balcony looking around after going upstairs, saw him come out not long after he went in. After standing on the balcony for a while, as if thinking of something, he turned around and quickly entered the bedroom, taking his ID card , ran down from the dormitory upstairs.

When he appeared at the intersection, He Lang was putting his hands in his trouser pockets, bending over and staring at the products in the vending machine, as if he was thinking about what to drink.

Yang Juan unconsciously slowed down his steps, walked over without saying a word, and stopped behind him.

Noticing the black shadow cast by his feet, He Lang turned his head.When he saw Yang Juan's face, he casually withdrew his gaze and asked, "What are you doing? What do you want me to do?"

Yang Juan nodded, but his attention was drawn away by the vending machine in front of him, "Do you want to buy a drink?"

He Lang sneered, "Isn't this something that anyone with a discerning eye can see?"

Instead of being angry, Yang Juan raised his head and smiled at him, "What do you want to drink? I'll treat you."

As if caught by the smile on his face, He Lang tensed his face and turned away, "I need you to invite me?"

Yang Juan said sincerely, "As a thank you for driving me back this afternoon."

He Lang's expression didn't improve, but he became even more displeased, "I'll drive you back, but how many dollars are you going to pay me for drinks?"

Yang Juanci opened his mouth poorly, not knowing how to cheer him up, and finally asked tentatively, "Then shall I treat you to dinner?"

He Lang paused slightly, neither saying yes nor bad, his eyes lightly fell in front of the vending machine, as if he didn't take his words to heart.

Seeing that he didn't refuse immediately, Yang Juan felt a little happy, and asked vigorously, "What do you like to eat?"

He Lang reached out and pressed the button next to the vending machine, raised his mobile phone to scan the QR code to pay, as if he hadn't heard his words.

Yang Juan looked distressed, so he had to ask another way: "Can you eat spicy food?"

The drinks on the shelf rolled down, He Lang didn't rush to pick them up, but finally turned his head mercifully, frowned and said to him: "You don't even know if I eat spicy food, but you still want to treat me Have a meal?"

The tone of the other party sounded as if he was restraining and forbearing his anger.

Yang Juan was silent for two seconds, and suddenly remembered that when they were playing games, they often reported to each other what they had for dinner.He closed his mouth in shame and guilt, and began to search in his mind for any popular shops near the school.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a long time, he mistakenly thought that he had really forgotten, a nameless anger suddenly rose in He Lang's heart, he didn't even want to take the drink that fell at the delivery port, and turned around with the depression all over his body. , striding towards the dormitory area.

Yang Juan was at a loss for a moment, and his thoughts slowly caught up with the emotions emanating from He Lang's body. He quickly bent down to pick up the bottle of drink, ran forward quickly to hold He Lang, and nervously defended himself: "I am Remember, don't be angry."

He Lang's obviously relaxed face gradually became irritable when he heard the second half of his sentence, and he insisted on dragging Yang Juan to speak clearly: "Which eye of yours saw me angry? I How the hell can you be angry about such a trivial matter?"

Yang Juan lowered his head obediently, and after a while, he lifted it up quietly, glanced at his face, and finally whispered quickly: "I see with both eyes."

He Lang: "..."

He was so angry that he wanted to swear.

For some reason, Yang Juan felt that his appearance was a bit cute.He tried hard to control his facial expression, but the small dimples at the corners of his mouth completely exposed him.

He Lang dragged him over angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

Yang Juan blinked obediently, and changed the subject without answering: "Then when are you free?"

He Lang narrowed his eyes tightly on his face, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

This fool learned badly, and knew to change the subject in front of him.

He snorted coldly to himself, and answered in a neutral tone: "The night after tomorrow."

Yang Juan's eyes lit up, "Then the night after tomorrow—"

He Lang crossed his arms, stared at him condescendingly, and interrupted deliberately in a bad tone: "Although I'm free the night after tomorrow, I didn't say that I promised to have dinner with you."

Yang Juan's dark and bright eyes dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the lost emotions overflowed from his eyes, and poured into the night air in large swaths.

Even He Lang noticed it clearly.Slightly pierced by his disappointed eyes, as if infected by him, He Lang's heart gradually became a little heavy, and even unconsciously gave birth to a bit of regret.

He didn't know what to say, so he finally chose to change the subject bluntly: "You haven't told me yet, what can you do when you come down to find me?"

Yang Juan also quickly adjusted his mood, took out his ID card, handed it to him honestly and said: "I promised you, I will show it to you."

He Lang looked slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect that Yang Juan would remember the request he made casually so clearly.After a short silence, he reached out to take the ID card, and glanced at it a little casually——

Then his eyes fixed unconsciously.

The photo on his ID card shows him about sixteen or seventeen years old. At that age, Yang Juan has short hair, uneven hair in front of his forehead, a pair of dark and round eyes, and a pure and innocent face. tender.

He Lang rolled his Adam's apple slightly, staring at the photo in a daze.

Yang Juan stood by the side, puzzled and strange. After a while, he finally couldn't help asking him: "Are you watching?"

The latter reacted suddenly, put the ID card back into his hand with a somewhat concealed expression, and answered in a rough voice: "I have already seen it."

Yang Juan gave him an oh no doubt, and didn't speak again.

He Lang didn't speak, put his hands in his trouser pockets, turned his face away in silence, and looked elsewhere.

The sudden ringtone broke the silence between the two of them, and He Lang took out his cell phone to answer the call.The voice of the fourth child came clearly from the other end of the phone: "Brother Lang, the dormitory manager has finished taking a shower, you can go back to the dormitory now."

He Lang hummed in a low and short tone, then hung up the phone.

The fourth child spoke loudly, and Yang Juan could hear him clearly through the phone.He returned the drink in his hand to He Lang, took two steps back slowly, raised his face and said to him: "I'm going back too."

He Lang frowned lightly, watching him without speaking.

Having gotten used to him not answering, Yang Juan finally smiled at him, then turned and walked back.

He Lang couldn't help calling him from behind, and unconsciously frowned even tighter, "Is there nothing else you want to tell me?"

Yang Juan stopped, and after thinking about it, he shook his head hesitantly, "I don't have any."

He Lang's face was not very good-looking and he said: "You go."

After finishing speaking, before Yang Juan could turn his head, he himself angrily walked in the opposite direction.

Unable to figure out what was going on in his mind, Yang Juan stood there in a daze for a moment, but finally chose not to catch up and turned back to continue walking towards his dormitory area.He hadn't gone far when the sound of approaching footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

The sound of that step was urgent and heavy, enough to imagine the annoyance mixed with the mood of the owner of the step at this time.In the next second, someone caught up with Yang Juan's arm and clasped it tightly.

He Lang stood behind him, cursing in a low voice, "If you don't tell me the exact time and place, how will I go the night after tomorrow?"

The author says:

The night after tomorrow, Lang Ge, who was put on pigeons, was angry and booked