Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Mianyang didn't sleep well.

I don't know if it was because of a sudden change of environment, or because of the uncomfortable posture lying on the table, Su Mianyang suffered from insomnia again.

The torrential rain was accompanied by several incomplete scenes, entangled him like a spider's thread all night, causing the already unstable dreams to collapse several times.

Unable to tell whether it was a late-night fantasy or a dream, Su Mianyang saw Ms. Zhao smiling at him one second, and saw her pale face lying on the hospital bed in the next second, and her withered hands reluctantly touching him.

He wanted to reach out to touch it, but the picture was torn apart by the storm, and the wind and sand took him into the deep sea, surrounded by an infinitely extending darkness, and the light source was in the distance that he could hardly see clearly.

At this time, Su Mianyang heard the sound of the glass being gently pressed onto the table, and there was a soft "boom", which was not heavy but enough to arouse his attention.

Immediately afterwards, a warm hand touched his forehead, and the familiar scent of soap between his fingers was like petals that bloomed suddenly in the middle of the night, touching Su Mianyang's deepest memory.

Almost an instinctive reaction, Su Mianyang tightly grasped that hand.

As long as Su Mianyang could remember, Su Gu was busy with work and often didn't go home for three or four days. When Ms. Zhao got busy, she also didn't know what time she would get home. He was always alone most of the time in his memory.

When Su Mianyang was young, there was no one else at home. After school, he sat on the sofa at the door and waited for Ms. Zhao to come home. He didn’t turn on the lights when it was dark, and kept consuming it stubbornly until the urging of the biological clock made him lose consciousness.

Every time Ms. Zhao came home and saw her youngest son sleeping soundly on the sofa, she always put down her bag and carried her son to the bed.

In this way, Su Mianyang could feel the first time Ms. Zhao came home. He opened his eyes, then grabbed that hand, and the grievance and grievance that had been waiting for three or four hours in his throat disappeared.

In fact, Su Mianyang also wanted to lose his temper with Ms. Zhao, asking her why she came home so late like other children.

It's just that waiting for too long has already smoothed out the anger and anxiety, leaving only the cautious grievance. He dare not get angry, afraid that Ms. Zhao will not go home if she gets angry one night.

He always thought that as long as he was mature and well-behaved, Ms. Zhao would spend more time with him, but the fact was that no matter how hard he tried, there were always some things he couldn't grasp.

Perhaps it was because of grasping the hand in the dream, Su Mianyang's dream finally calmed down, there was no more storm and no more yellow sand, and stars all over the sky appeared in the quiet night, he just lay in the ocean and looked at the sky Fanxing lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I don’t know how long it had passed. Su Mianyang’s head was heavy, and his consciousness was not clear. He moved his sore limbs, leaned his arms on his head and looked at the glass of milk on the table for a long time before slowly recovering. Come on God.

He froze for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and smelled the palm of his hand, the looming scent of soap at the end of his nose made him unable to confirm the authenticity of the picture.

Su Mianyang looked up and saw Xiao Lang. He was sitting on the sofa spreading the paper on his knees to write questions, pressing the paper with one hand and writing with the pen in the other. Su Mianyang's eyes followed the beating nib to Xiao Lang's hand.

Xiao Lang's hands were thin and pale, and when he was concentrating on writing, his knuckles protruded obviously, and he could faintly see turquoise blood vessels, which Su Mianyang still called the most beautiful among so many people he had met.

He called Xiao Lang's name, Xiao Lang paused the tip of his pen, and looked up at him, "Are you awake?"

"Thanks for this glass of milk." There was no one else in the room, so Su Mianyang knew where the milk in the glass came from without thinking about it.

"No, just drop by." Xiao Lang glanced at the table again to signal him, "Here are the cakes and walnuts."

Su Mianyang followed Xiao Lang's gaze to look at the table. The cake on the table happened to be his favorite sauce-flavored cake, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

He nodded, remembering the hand that touched his forehead again, and couldn't help asking, "Are we the only two in the room? No one else has been here?"

It seemed that he thought his question was very interesting, so Xiao Lang paused before saying, "Maybe you can look under the bed tonight, it's not necessarily..."

"Stop it," Su Mianyang took a sip of milk, "I was dreaming and sleepy."

The message notification of the mobile phone's ding dong drew Su Mianyang's attention back, and he clicked into the group message.

The most handsome study committee member in the world: The rain stopped, let's go to the entertainment area, brothers come out to play.

Monitor: I am the first to agree.

You Yanye: The squad leader said so, of course.

Where's my knife: Where's Brother Yang? @sy, Xueba, are you two going?

sy: Shouldn't you ask Xiao Lang directly?

My knife: No, I dare not ask, you two have a good relationship, brother, I leave it to you.

When Liu Xiaodao said that the relationship between the two was good, Su Mianyang relaxed his brows, moved his fingertips but did not refute anything after all.

In front of other people, Xiao Lang is probably still that indifferent and taciturn top legend, but he has already met Xiao Lang who no one else has seen, and they even skipped class together just yesterday.

This feeling of being an exception is amazing.

The result of wearing a thick quilt in the morning was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Su Mianyang didn't care much at first, until he smelled some unusual smell.

Su Mianyang frowned, his nostrils moved slightly, and caught the faint soap scent.

That warm and cool hand felt so real, it was hard for Su Mianyang to convince himself that it was a dream, but there was no third person in the room except him and Xiao Lang, so it was impossible for anyone else to touch his head.

unless...

Su Mianyang looked up at Xiao Lang.

It was not for nothing that Xiao Lang was feared when he first entered the class. He looked cold and didn't like to take the initiative to talk. Frost.

Just looking at this face, Su Mianyang's heart skipped a beat.

This magical reality is clearly impossible.

"Squad leader organizes the whole class to go to the entertainment area together, pack up your things and don't be late." Su Mianyang was selfish when he said the words - assuming he told the truth that this is not a mandatory activity, according to Xiao Lang's personality, there is a high probability will refuse.

Xiao Lang responded without looking at his phone to confirm the message a second time.

This made Su Mianyang heave a sigh of relief, and turned around to send an "ok" emoji in the group.

When Su Mianyang passed the balcony with the cups, he suddenly saw the familiar clothes on the clothesline. He stood there for a few seconds before realizing that the two clothes on the line were changed by them yesterday.

Su Mianyang glanced back at someone on the sofa, "You...did you do the laundry early in the morning? And help me by the way?"

"Mine was supposed to be washed, but I wore your coat yesterday, so it should be done after washing it." Xiao Lang replied without raising his head.

Su Mianyang originally wanted to say something else, but the scent of soap that diffused under the sun made his words choke in his throat. He approached his clothes, lowered his head and sniffed, and indeed he smelled the same scent of soap as the hand in the dream .

Su Mianyang didn't speak, and went into the bathroom with his cup.

The No. [-] Middle School is usually strictly controlled, so if there is a chance to come out to play, a group of people are screaming and hooking their shoulders, wishing they could jump to the sky.

This is what Su Mianyang and Xiao Lang saw when they arrived at the entertainment area.

It was as if they had entered a mental isolation area. Su Mianyang felt ashamed just by looking at them, and wished he could just turn around and go back to his room.

"Brother Yang! Father Lang!" Zhang Haichao shattered his fantasy with such a loud voice.

Su Mianyang didn't feel that before, when he and Xiao Lang were called together, he felt like he was being taken advantage of, and somehow he was inferior in front of Xiao Lang.

However, Zhang Haichao didn't realize anything at all, he hadn't gotten out of his excitement yet, "I really didn't expect Lang Dae to come out to play with us ordinary people, it seems that it is right for Brother Yang to call you out."

"Gouzi, do you know that there is a saying that silence is golden." Su Mianyang's expression was slightly cold.

Zhang Haichao was stunned.

Fortunately, the protagonist didn't have any special reaction after hearing this. Xiao Lang's face remained normal, and he even followed Zhang Haichao's words, "Today's weather is good, suitable for private visits."

Zhang Haichao didn't know how to answer the conversation for a while.

Su Mianyang smiled without straining her face.

Su Mianyang did not play less in entertainment facilities such as pirate ships. Although he still had a physiological reaction of heart acceleration, he was still much better than his delirious classmates.

At this time, Jiang Yu came over, "Brother Yang, let's go to the haunted house together, take courage."

Su Mianyang didn't have any objections, but he was never keen on this kind of thing, so he subconsciously glanced at Xiao Lang.

"Can you do it?" Receiving Su Mianyang's gaze, Xiao Lang thought about it, and then asked him this question.

"A man can't say no." In order to prove that he is not only good, but also very good, Su Mianyang responded directly.

When Su Mianyang and the others walked outside the haunted house, the group of people inside just rushed out from the exit. The leader was a guy in his [-]s and [-]s. After seeing them, the guy's face was blushing, as if he felt a little ashamed, "We Go in again, this time it will definitely work.”

The young lady in overalls at the door smiled, "Little brother, you have been in and out like this three or four times, let them in first."

The guy seemed to lose face, and snorted unconvinced, "I bet, within five minutes, they will have to scream."

"Look at it, we will definitely come out with a smile." Su Mianyang is really a person who can't be excited, and he led a team of them into the haunted house without much hesitation.

The haunted house occupies a large area, and the lighting is low. It is so dim that Su Mianyang can't see the way ahead. He is indeed not afraid of ghosts, but this does not mean that he will not be nervous.

Everyone was cautious in the dark, every sound would be infinitely amplified, and even a few timid girls screamed in fright when they saw the props, and refused to go any further.

Su Mianyang didn't get distracted by the situation behind him, and focused on entering the next room.

This is a dormitory-like house. It can't be said that there is anything special, but it really has a weird atmosphere with the dim lights.

Su Mianyang didn't think too much and stepped in directly. The touch of his feet on the thick soft carpet in the next second made him stagger, almost kneeling on the spot.

It turned out to be cloudy.

The reason for saying it was close was that Xiao Lang was standing behind him, seeing that he was out of shape, he helped him in time, and after saying "be careful with your feet", he took the initiative to take over the job of the pathfinder, and walked to the in front of him.

Smelling the familiar scent of soap in front of him, Su Mianyang felt relieved, but when he recovered, he was a little unconvinced, "I'm not afraid, I just didn't expect the ground to soften suddenly."

Xiao Lang seemed to be in a good mood, and his usually indifferent voice softened a bit, "Is this also the reason why you are shaking?"

"...I'm freezing. Why do you turn on the air conditioner in the haunted house in winter?" Su Mianyang looked around and saw a vertical air conditioner in the corner. He stepped forward and thought about turning it off. It was quite cold, "Just turn it off."

While Su Mianyang was fumbling for the air conditioner switch, a "corpse" lying on the bed next to him suddenly sat up, "Don't turn it off, it's hot!"

I don't know who took the lead in screaming, everyone was in a mess, no matter what 21 [-] dragged the people around them crazy and ran towards the exit.

In the end they came out screaming.

After running all the way, a few people were still panting when they came out, Su Mianyang recovered, and thought of what the "corpse" said, he thought it was a little funny, he couldn't help laughing, which attracted Zhang Haichao's attention Looking sideways, "Brother Yang, what are you doing? Holding Dad Lang and smiling so happily."

After being told by Zhang Haichao, Su Mianyang remembered that he was still holding Xiao Lang. After realizing it, he let go of his hand hastily, his chest still heaving up and down uncontrollably due to panting.

He dragged Xiao Lang and ran all the way again, which was embarrassing.

Su Mianyang raised his head and took a sneak peek at Xiao Lang, who was still very calm and hadn't said a word since just now.

"Brother Yang is gone, we are going to buy some milk and rice to drink." Jiang Yu waved to them.

Su Mianyang was a little strange, and subconsciously asked, "Why are you buying milk? Isn't the accommodation area for food?"

"The dormitory area does not provide milk. After passing this village, there will be no such store. If you buy it again, you will run far away." Jiang Yu shrugged his shoulders shruggingly, "Brother Yang has no common sense in life at first glance. Don’t you want to have nightmares at night? Milk calms the nerves and is good for sleep, and longan, walnut and lotus seeds also have the same effect.”

Jiang Yu also said something else, but Su Mianyang couldn't hear a word.

Milk, walnuts, and the smell of soap, all the dots were connected into a simple line, linking up an answer that he thought was the most impossible, but also the most reasonable answer that he thought of now.

It turns out that the phrase "Can you do it" is really not a sarcasm.