Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Su Mianyang didn't know what it was like.

Since Ms. Zhao's death, no one has been able to tug at Su Mianyang's heartstrings like this, and no one has ever thought that he was a very good person like Xiao Lang.

Everyone thinks that there is no cure for him, and the only way to do it is to drop out of school and work as soon as possible, even he himself thinks so.

It is impossible to say that you don't regret the willful actions of the past, especially after you have personally verified the wrong choices.

Not all mistakes have the opportunity to make up, but life is always moving forward anyway.

Everyone has to be responsible for the past choices, not to mention that he met Xiao Lang in such a life, it is not too bad.

Like a wandering traveler in a winter night, he accidentally knocked over the lantern in his hand, and the red candle rolled and fell to the ground, but the candle flame clamored to burn another spring.

"We have been at the same table for so long, what are you doing at the same table?" It was enough to say this, and Su Mianyang took the initiative to pick up the topic.

"It's not unfamiliar or not, it's probably because I'm the only one who calls this title." Xiao Lang also followed Su Mianyang and interrupted the topic tactfully.

Xiao Lang prefers unique nicknames for the people around him. It is a precious thing for two people to meet in the vast crowd. The easiest way he can think of to prove the uniqueness of the people around him is this—to give each other a unique nickname. title.

Zhang Haichao and Su Mianyang have been at the same table for a long time, and have always called Su Mianyang Brother Yang, and would not call someone at the same table like him, so he continued to use this unique title.

Thinking of this, Xiao Lang paused slightly, "Or...do you also want to hear me call you brother?"

Before Su Mianyang could react, Xiao Lang called out hesitantly: "Brother Yang?"

Su Mianyang choked on the soup and couldn't help coughing.

This is obviously a title that has been heard countless times from other people, but it is different when it is read from Xiao Lang's mouth.

Xiao Lang's voice was always icy, but when he uttered these two words, it was like spring light caressing the thin snow on the grass, and water was about to flow out gently.

Su Mianyang couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, but he felt that his heart beat inexplicably quickened, and even his breathing became disordered a few times when he was inattentive.

"Forget it, you should call me at the same table." Su Mianyang said hopelessly.

Originally, they had to go back to their rooms to sleep after dinner, but Su Mianyang invited Xiao Lang to his bedroom under the pretense of studying. Xiao Lang had no reason to refuse, so he evened out one of his English papers and handed it to Su Mianyang.

Su Mianyang had no choice but to take over and do it honestly, and when he finally finished writing the last question, Xiao Lang had already finished two papers.

Su Mianyang said with emotion: "I think you must have a true love for English."

"Anyway, it's better to study when you're idle and bored." Xiao Lang said.

"Do you hear what you are speaking in human language?" Su Mianyang sighed, "English is too difficult to learn, but it is comfortable for me to speak Chinese, and my mother tongue can be learned even if I don't learn it."

"There are a lot of things to learn in Chinese." Xiao Lang turned the pen in his hand and looked at him, "For example, when you see a begonia blooming, you can only say 'this flower is so beautiful' if you don't recite ancient poems, but If you can recite, you can say 'Mochou Fendai is lazy at the window, Liang Guangdanqing is late'."

"...Did you chant some spell just now? Why didn't I understand a single word?" Su Mianyang was stunned when he suddenly heard a series of indigestible things, "It's too difficult for me. I must have been a Taoist in my previous life. .”

Xiao Lang bent his lips, and he asked with a smile: "You remind me, can "The Difficult Road to Shu" be memorized and silently written?"

Su Mianyang lowered his head and remained silent for a while, "I think I'm a little sleepy, why don't we go to sleep."

Seeing Su Mianyang's state, Xiao Lang also understands that it's good for people who are used to being wild on weekdays to learn for a while, but asking too much will be counterproductive.

He put the answer to the paper on Su Mianyang's desk, acquiesced to the other party's proposal, got up and hugged the pillow and quilt in his arms.

"Are you still going to the next door?" Su Mianyang said with a smile, "Even if the snow stops and the thunder stops, I will run away after you sleep, can't you, little classmate?"

"Why, aren't you still afraid of the dark?" Xiao Lang blocked Su Mianyang with a single sentence. According to his short-term understanding of this tablemate, Su Mianyang is thin-skinned, and the other party probably has nothing to say when he says this up.

It's not intentional to make people angry, but Xiao Lang always feels that he and Su Mianyang are too close. This realization makes him feel strange emotions from the bottom of his heart, and he can't help but want to distance the two of them.

He is always like this, longing to have someone close by his side, but once this person appears, he can't help but want to stay away, lest he will covet more favors.

"What if... I say yes?" Su Mianyang asked.

Xiao Lang didn't expect this answer. He was stunned for a while, holding the things in his hand and looking at Su Mianyang, not knowing what to say.

After saying this sentence, Su Mianyang was also stunned, and his intuition told him that this sentence was inappropriate and he had to find a reason to remedy it.

Su Mianyang smiled, "I'm just kidding, look at you, don't you take it seriously? If I'm afraid of the dark, how can I live so long, and can't sleep every night? Go and wash up."

Xiao Lang didn't say anything else, and left the room with the pillow and quilt in his arms.

After the room fell into dead silence again, Su Mianyang lay on his side on the bed, picked up his mobile phone and saw the news sent by Liu Xiaodao and Zhang Haichao not long ago.

Where is my knife: Why don't you play games with us at home, come and rank @sy

The most handsome study committee member in the world: Brother Yang became a monk?No one was there.

sy: Xiao Lang is at my house, I want to accompany him, not to fight.

Where is my knife: Hey, I forget the old love when I have a new love.

The most handsome study committee member in the world: I only hear newcomers laughing, but not old ones crying.

sy: ...No, what's the matter with your tone?

My knife: Oh, I understand, I like the new and dislike the old.

The most handsome study committee member in the world: Oh, I get it, so love will disappear, right? Let's start to be perfunctory.

Su Mianyang felt a little funny.

sy: Is any of you good-looking?Do any of you have good grades?Are any of you soft?Can I examine myself three times?

Where is my knife:?

The most handsome study committee member in the world:? ? ?I understand the truth, so why do you know that people are weak?

sy:.

Group message prompt: sy has quit the group chat.

The most handsome study committee member in the world: Knife, I think... Is there something tricky between them.

What about my knife: Be confident and remove the "I think".

The most handsome study committee member in the world: I am not as good as Lang Dae!Brother Yang actually abandoned us for studying!

My knife: Then I will give you an analysis. First of all, it is Chinese. How can you be [-] points behind others when you speak your mother tongue?Shame on you, and math, I don’t even bother to compare, let alone English, tsk tsk tsk.

The most handsome study committee member in the world: Get lost!I was purely emotional, and I didn't let you analyze it!

After coming out of Su Mianyang's room, Xiao Lang saw an unexpected person in the corridor, and suddenly entered the darkness. The strong smell of cigarettes made Xiao Lang subconsciously hold his breath.

He opened his eyes and looked at it for a while before he got used to it. Su Gu was sitting on the stairs in front of the room smoking a cigarette, the whole person was hidden in the shadows, only the sound of breathing from time to time still showed his existence.

"...Uncle?" Xiao Lang called out hesitantly, "Are you looking for Mian Yang?"

Seeing Xiao Lang coming out, Su Gu put out the cigarette, and after seeing the person clearly, his shoulders relaxed, as if his nerves that had been tense all the time were relaxed.

After that, he sighed again in disappointment. Su Gu stood up while holding the escalator. His legs were a little stiff, and it got better after a little movement. study?"

With the light behind him, Xiao Lang saw a layer of soot falling on Su Gu's side, and two glasses of milk were placed on the steps next to him. There were many drops of water on the glass, but the mouth of the glass was no longer steaming.

"No. Just now I saw that Mian Yang made a set of papers, and the writing was quite good." Xiao Lang said.

"It's just smart, it's not worth mentioning," Su Gu's tone was obviously a bit proud after hearing this, he seemed to be eager to say something, but instead affected the mouth ulcer, he gasped and said again, " This kid has been smart since he was a child, but he just didn't want to spend time on his studies. I have called Teacher Liu for countless times, but nothing has worked."

"Mianyang should be fine now, do you want to go in and look for him?" Xiao Lang understood after seeing the milk cup. It seems that Su Mianyang's duplicity has been taught by Su Gu, and the father and son prepared a night meal for their father in silence At night, one sat in the cold air for most of the day to deliver milk to his son.

They clearly care about each other but are unwilling to give in, and the truth can be clarified in one sentence, but neither of them is willing to sit down and explain clearly.

Su Gu sighed deeply, he subconsciously touched the lighter at hand, and let go of his hand as if thinking of something after lighting it up, "No, good boy, do uncle a favor, send another glass of milk in Just tell that brat that Aunt Song brought it up."

"..."

Su Mianyang was a little surprised when the door of the room was knocked. Although they were all boys, Xiao Lang's bath time was too fast. He said "here we are", and walked over with his shoes and turned the doorknob.

Looking at Xiao Lang with dry hair outside the door, Su Mianyang didn't react yet, but then he saw the milk cup in Xiao Lang's hand, showing a clear expression.

"Did you meet Aunt Song?" Su Mian twitched her nose, "Strange, did you smell it? Is there a smell of cigarettes in the corridor?"

"I see," Xiao Lang said again, "because the milk was delivered by uncle."

Su Mianyang paused when he took the milk cup.

"He smoked at the door for a while, and he opened the window because he was afraid of the bad smell of smoking. This is a cold air vent, and he will probably have a headache tomorrow." Xiao Lang didn't intend to help Su Gu hide the truth, the father and son could speak a word Things don't have to drag on.

Su Mianyang has a stubborn temper. If Su Gu still refuses to lower his stance, he doesn't know how long this cold war will last. "The two people have each other in their hearts. Why is neither of them willing to back down? Sit down and talk carefully." open?"

Su Mianyang looked away, "He asked you to tell me this?"

"On the contrary, my uncle told me to keep it a secret, lest you would refuse to drink the milk if you knew he brought it up." Xiao Lang paused and said, "Brother Yang, you are already very happy."

"Is this called happiness? He never understood my thoughts. I still want to be admitted to the conservatory of music. When he came up, he scolded me and told me to study hard. Don't think about what I have."

Su Mianyang drooped her eyelashes slightly, showing a bit of loneliness, "My mother is also from a conservatory of music. Is it because he hates my music study so much because he has forgotten my mother?"

After saying these words, Su Mianyang felt a great grievance. He wanted to keep more traces of Ms. Zhao in this family, but his father erased these traces bit by bit. Talking about love, but just forcing something self-righteous to him.

So before Su Mianyang hated the night, Nightmare would look back over and over again on the day Ms. Zhao left, and never let him go.

Su Mianyang lowered his eyes, and he thought of the ghost in his dream again.

There is a warm ring coming up.

Xiao Lang put the milk cup in his hand on the window sill beside him, and slowly hugged Su Mianyang into his arms.

The body temperature belonging to Xiao Lang invaded Su Mianyang's senses with the scent of soap, and his brain became sluggish, unable to make any decisions for a while.

"I can't participate in your past, so I can only choose to hug the present and even the future you," Xiao Lang's voice fell in his ears, "This is the method you taught me."

"Treasure the present moment, don't wait until you lose it to feel regretful, hold on to the precious person, life is too short, how can you waste it so easily?"

After saying this, the two were silent for a long time.

The night made all senses more sensitive except eyesight. Xiao Lang heard the sound of the cold wind outside the window, accompanied by Su Mianyang's fiery breathing and someone's violent heartbeat.

Su Mianyang seemed to be making a difficult choice, his chest heaved greatly, and finally he slowly wrapped his arms around Xiao Lang, and said in a very low voice, with a little trembling:

"Is it like this?"

"This time, I hold you tight."

A belated hug that should have been there a week ago.

He didn't have the courage to jump out of the car that time, but the opportunity came a second time, and Su Mianyang had no reason to miss it again.