Frank and strict

Unexpectedly, just as He Lang turned his head, he saw Yang Juan standing behind him.The latter was taken aback by his movement of holding the wine bottle, and subconsciously stepped back.

He realized in an instant that Shao Ye was deceiving himself on purpose. The veins on his forehead were twitching, but his face acted as if nothing had happened. He opened the bottle of wine in his hand, bent down, took the glass in front of Shao Ye, and poured it for him. The cup was full, and then he put it back on the table heavily, gritted his back molars, and said word by word: "Give me a drink."

Shao Ye endured the pain with a smile, and took the wine to drink with a relaxed expression.

Only then did He Lang put the bottle of wine back on the table, turned his head and frowned and asked Yang Juan, "Why? Aren't you having dinner with your important friend?"

Yang Juan couldn't help explaining to him: "I'm sorry, he is my college roommate, and he is usually very busy with work, so I think—"

"Okay, don't talk about it," He Lang didn't seem to want to hear his explanation very much, he waved his hands at him perfunctorily, "Go and eat your own food."

Yang Juan snorted, quietly raised his eyes to see his expression, then turned and left.

He Lang really didn't want to hear it very much, but this time it had nothing to do with Yang Juan, it was his own problem.He sat back on the sofa with a solemn expression, and began to replay the actions he had just made in his mind.

Knowing that Shao Ye was deceiving himself, he still jumped into the pit with a feverish brain.He Lang realized that his behavior was abnormal, and knew that something was wrong with him.But what exactly is the problem, He Lang squinted his eyes and thought about it, but he still couldn't figure it out.

In the end, instead of trying to figure it out, I actually felt sulking.

He Lang drank the wine with a sinking face, and Lao Chen was stunned by the side, turned his head for a while, and asked the two people sitting opposite: "I'm a little confused, is it me or him who is arguing with my girlfriend?" ?”

The fourth child didn't really understand, but He Lang's drinking capacity was not bad, so he didn't say anything.

Shao Ye laughed and said lightly, "Isn't this just right? Someone is drinking with you."

Lao Chen closed his mouth suddenly, took the glass and began to pour himself wine.

Yang Juan had a meal with Zhou Xuan, and Zhou Xuan had to go home in the evening to make preparations for his business trip, so he didn't have time to stay and take a walk with Yang Juan to reminisce about the old days.There are too many students on this street, the driver's car can't come in, so he can only park at the intersection. He hooked Yang Juan's shoulder and walked out of the shop, "Send me to the intersection?"

Yang Juan did not refuse, "Okay."

Zhou Xuan joked with him again: "Why don't you take me home again, and then I ask the driver to drive you back?"

Yang Juan was silent for a second, then shook his head firmly: "No, I have something to do tonight."

"What's so important?" Zhou Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Yang Juan said hesitantly: "I didn't go to dinner with my friend, so he is very angry now."

Zhou Xuan was at a loss for words. After a while, he recalled it, stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his neck, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes, "Jujuan, are you looking for a girlfriend?"

Yang Juan blushed suddenly, quickly shook his head and said: "No."

Zhou Xuan stared suspiciously at his face for a long time.However, Yang Juan was originally prone to blushing, Zhou Xuan looked at him for a long time, but couldn't see any clues from his face.

When they reached the intersection, Zhou Xuan said goodbye to him and got into the car.Watching the car drive away from his field of vision, Yang Juan turned around and walked back.

He Lang and the others were still sitting in the Hunan restaurant.There were already many empty wine bottles on the table, most of which were drunk by Lao Chen.The other party was obviously drunk at this time, lying on the table with the bottle in his arms, calling his girlfriend by her nickname in a delirious manner.

Shao Ye got up to pay the bill for him and came back, he and the fourth child picked up Lao Chen from the seat, and went out to get Lao Chen a taxi.During the few minutes when the three left, Yang Juan also returned to the place where they ate.

It was too dark on the side of the road at night, and Yang Juan was thinking about He Lang's anger again, so he went straight into the shop without seeing the three people waiting for the bus by the side of the road.

He Lang drank not too much, although he was obviously a little drunk, but his mind was still clear.He sat on the sofa with his head down and played with his mobile phone, waiting for Shao Ye and the fourth child to come back.

Yang Juan stopped in the aisle next to him, and noticed the dimming of the light in his field of vision. He Lang raised his head from the phone, and when he saw clearly that it was him, he couldn't help but sneered in surprise, "Isn't it to hug your important friend?" Did you hug the ground and leave? Why are you coming back?"

Alcohol somewhat interfered and paralyzed the mind, just like now, He Lang's speech became obviously unrestrained.However, he himself was not aware of this problem at all, and even frowned casually thinking about how the wine tasted sour in his mouth.

Yang Juan defended in a low voice: "There is no cuddling and hugging, just ordinary shoulders."

He Lang patted the table with displeasure and said: "Hooking shoulders and backs is just a hug with me, don't argue with me."

"Okay." Yang Juan obediently stopped arguing.

He Lang's mood didn't improve at all, and his mouth became sour. He reached out to touch the kettle on the table.Yang Juan picked up the kettle faster, poured him a glass of water, and turned to look at the empty wine bottles placed side by side on the table.

Mistakenly thinking that He Lang drank these, Yang Juan frowned worriedly, "Drinking so much wine is not good for your health."

After He Lang drank the glass of water, he mocked unceremoniously: "It's quite lenient."

Yang Juan didn't speak, turned his head and looked around, "Where's your friend?"

He Lang originally wanted to say that they would be back soon, but when the words came to his lips, somehow it became: "Let's go."

"Leaving?" Yang Juan showed astonishment, "How do you go back alone?"

He Lang's tone was impatient: "It's not that I don't have long legs."

"But you drank." Yang Juan said.

He Lang propped his head up and raised his face, he stretched out his hand abruptly and pulled Yang Juan towards him.The latter was caught off guard, and sat down on the edge of the sofa with his strength.He put one hand on the sofa, leaned closer to Yang Juan, stared at his face closely for a moment, then slightly narrowed his eyes, and let the strong smell of alcohol spray on his face when he spoke On: "I'm not drunk."

Yang Juan's tense facial expression suddenly relaxed, and the memory of the other party avoiding physical contact with him many times emerged in his mind. When He Lang was sober, he would never take the initiative to get so close to him.

"You're drunk." He reminded softly.

He Lang irritably retorted: "I'm not drunk."

Yang Juan stood up and said, "I'll take you back to the dormitory."

He stretched out his hand to hug He Lang's arm, and helped He Lang up from the sofa.The temperature belonging to him transitioned to the surface of He Lang's skin, his body felt his soft and dry palm, and the emotion on He Lang's face calmed down strangely,

Yang Juan dragged his arm, and helped He Lang, who was taller than himself, walk out of the store.

Shao Ye and the fourth child, who were standing outside the shop observing, turned sideways into the nearby milk tea shop.

The two left the Hunan restaurant and walked towards the school.Not far away, I passed a narrow alley, and a girl on the side of the road was on the phone with her boyfriend, complaining that he let her pigeons at night.

Hearing what she said, He Lang suddenly stopped and stopped walking.

Yang Juan could only stop, turned around and asked him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

He Lang pulled out his arm involuntarily, "What's the matter?" He reminded Yang Juan in a deep voice, "I haven't settled with you yet for letting me go tonight."

Yang Juan confessed to him honestly: "I'm sorry, I will make it up to you."

"Compensation?" He Lang's voice sounded unmoved, "How do you want to compensate?"

Yang Juan was silent for a while, but didn't think of any good way to make up for it, and finally asked tentatively: "Shall I treat you to dinner again?"

"It's eating again." He Lang pulled his face down, with a little sullen tone in his tone, "Do I look like someone who is so short of food?"

Yang Juan muttered in embarrassment: "But I don't know what you lack."

When He Lang heard the words, he fell into deep thought.After a while, he came back to his senses and found that he was not lacking anything, so he kept a straight face and kept silent, his lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, and he was sullen.

When Yang Juan remembered his undergraduate studies, when the boys in the next dormitory bet with each other, they often used laundry and socks as bets, and then hesitantly asked: "Shall I wash your clothes for a month?"

He Lang frowned and vetoed without thinking: "This is all a mess."

"Don't boys often bet like this?" Yang Juan whispered.

Before the words finished, He Lang's face darkened, "Have you ever washed clothes for others?"

"No, I haven't washed it." Yang Juan quickly shook his head in denial, and finally asked, "Then I'll give you breakfast for a month?"

He Lang opened the corners of his lips lukewarmly, "How do I deliver it? Every morning to my classroom? When there is no class in the morning, send it to my dormitory?"

"Yes." Yang Juan quickly agreed, "Can you send me a copy of your class schedule?"

With Lao Chen's conclusion first, He Lang is particularly sensitive to what he said at this moment, he narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, and the fish in his heart began to gurgle again, "I want my timetable what?"

Didn't he ask him to deliver breakfast to the classroom where he was attending class?Yang Juan was puzzled by his question, "I—"

He Lang pulled him to the wall in the alley, and by the light from the alley, he lowered his head to look at him with a confused expression, "You promised to give me a month's breakfast?"

Yang Juan couldn't keep up with his train of thought, his eyes were full of doubts, "Didn't you ask me to give it to you?"

"If I ask you to send it to you, then send it? If I ask you to do other things," He Lang's eyes were tightly locked on his face, "Will you do it?"

Facing his probing eyes, Yang Juan replied truthfully: "If it's not something beyond the moral bottom line, if it's not something I can't do, I can do it."

The speed of the fish spitting bubbles became faster and louder, and the bubbles filled his heart, floating up and down leisurely and joyfully.Suppressing the corners of his mouth that were about to rise, He Lang raised his hand to his ear, approached him without warning, and asked in a low voice, "If you listen to me like that, don't you mean to chase me?"

But Yang Juan seemed to have heard something terrible, so he quickly pushed him away, shook his head like a rattle, and assured him nervously, "No, I never thought of chasing you." His voice gradually became softer , "Everything I do has no other meaning, I just want to make up for you..."

He Lang's face froze for an instant, and the bubbles exploded one after another with bangs, and finally shattered into a mess all over the floor.Embarrassment and anger intertwined and surged in his eyes, and alcohol penetrated into every nerve in his brain, catalyzing his emotional fermentation to the extreme.

He heard Yang Juan's implication.What the other party said was not only the meal, but also the deception in the game.He clasped Yang Juan's wrist tightly, led him out of the dimly lit alley, and dragged him back with his face sinking like water.

Yang Juanxuan stood behind him, carefully reminding him: "You are going the wrong way, this is not the direction to go back to school."

He Lang's steps were striding like meteors, and he turned a deaf ear to his reminder.The profile of the profile occasionally swayed through the dim yellow street lamps, looking sharp and cold.

Yang Juan closed his mouth without saying a word.

It wasn't until He Lang pulled him to the roadside parking space not far from the Hunan Restaurant that Yang Juan recognized the car He Lang was driving.Seeing that the other party let go of him and reached into his trousers pocket to find the car keys, Yang Juan hurriedly raised his hand to stop him, and still insisted emphatically: "You can't drive while drinking."

He Lang hooked his back collar, slipped him away from the front as easily as a chicken cub, quickly took out the car keys, and opened the trunk of the car expressionlessly.

Yang Juan froze on the spot without knowing why, and raised his eyes to look at him.

He Lang didn't look at him, walked over and grabbed his collar, and led him to his trunk.When drinking with Lao Chen at night, he didn't patronize anger and doubt.He actually thought for a long time about the changes in himself and where the problem was.

After drinking the wine, he finally came to a more logical result.But as far as the current situation is concerned, this result is just his guess, and he doesn't have enough evidence to prove it.

The churning thoughts in his heart stopped suddenly, He Lang stretched out his hand and pushed Yang Juan to the open trunk.Yang Juan didn't have time to bend down to dodge, and the top of his head hit the roof of the trunk.

The expected pain didn't come, and the top of his head touched He Lang's dry and slightly hot palm, Yang Juan froze again.

With a cold face, He Lang withdrew his hand on the top of the box, passed him and took out the courier box inside, then leaned over and approached him.

Yang Juan retreated and sat on the edge of the trunk, glanced at the familiar cardboard box beside him from the corner of his eye, and quickly realized what was in the box.

He Lang supported him with both hands, kept leaning over to wrap him in front of his chest, and raised one hand to open the courier box next to him.

Familiar skirt fabric emerged from the box.

"Don't you want to make it up to me?" He Lang stared at him with deep eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Then show me the skirt."