Be at the same table with the rumored boss

Perhaps it was the hustle and bustle of the night, or the alluring moonlight, or both, that prompted Su Mianyang to make such a move.

He understands that everyone should have an appropriate degree of getting along with each other, and when he faced Xiao Lang, he had unknowingly surpassed that degree.

In other words, he liked Xiao Lang a lot, a little more than his usual friends.The approach of other people will make Su Mianyang unconsciously distance himself, but every time Xiao Lang approaches, his heart beats faster, and he even faintly looks forward to it in his heart. He doesn't understand what it means.

Su Mianyang, who was lying on the bed, stared at the ceiling and couldn't come up with an answer in the middle of the night.

Early the next morning, Xiao Lang packed his things and prepared to go home. At this time, Su Mianyang hadn't gotten up because of staying up late, and the shop was quiet, only Song Zhichun, who always got up early to prepare meals, was awake.

Seeing Xiao Lang tightly wrapped and carrying his luggage, Song Zhichun hastily put down the spatula in his hand, "Son, why are you leaving now? Mian Yang hasn't woken up yet, let's have a meal together before he wakes up." Do you want to go again?"

"No, thank you, auntie. Mom is going home this morning, so I have to wait at home." Xiao Lang smiled.

Seeing that Xiao Lang was going to leave whatever he said, Song Zhichun didn't want to keep him anymore. He took out a few buns from the steamer and packed them, and picked out a few tea eggs, packed them separately and handed them to Xiao Lang, "Put it away, Take it to mom to eat, or Auntie won't let you go."

Xiao Lang didn't refuse, and accepted Song Zhichun's gift.

"I really don't know what kind of soup to make for the two of you. It's hard for Yang to have a holiday. I want to make something for him to eat, but I really don't know what to do." Song Zhichun sighed.

"Do you have tremella at home?" Xiao Lang asked.

Song Zhichun replied subconsciously: "Yes, someone sent some dry goods before, and I was worried that I would not be able to eat them."

"Why don't you cook red dates and white fungus soup?" Xiao Lang paused and said, "The weather is dry in winter, and yesterday I heard from Mian Yang that my uncle is showing signs of getting angry, so I want to make some red dates and white fungus soup for my uncle."

"I already know the two of you. On weekdays, it looks like there is me without him, but in reality, blood is thicker than water, and I can't let go of my thoughts." Song Zhichun chuckled, "There is no overnight feud between father and son. .”

Xiao Lang followed with a smile.

Blood is thicker than water, father and son have no overnight feud, and understand the importance of each other even if they have a bad temper. This is a normal family.

When he was walking alone on the empty street, Xiao Lang was shivering from the cold wind, and there were clusters of unmelted snow on the side of the road.

In winter, the nights are long, and the streets and alleys are gloomy and cold, not to mention that it is still early, and the whole world is so quiet that it seems that he is the only one left.

He lied. It is impossible for Ms. Pan to come back so early. The reason for saying that is just to leave before Su Mianyang wakes up.

Xiao Lang turned his head and glanced at Su Mianyang's window not far away.

Probably the two will not see each other again before school starts.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that leaving without saying goodbye is a very hurtful thing, especially when the relationship between two people is heating up rapidly, but Xiao Lang still did it, just as he was good at in the past.

He greedily enjoys the sunshine brought by others, but is afraid of getting closer, so he runs away desperately. Probably, a person like him is only suitable for one person and does not deserve anyone's preference.

It was ten o'clock in the morning when Pan Xueying returned home. She made up her mind to give her son a surprise, so she walked lightly to Xiao Lang's bedroom and opened the door.

Xiao Lang was sitting on the bay window, with one leg bent, the arm on the same side hugging the leg, his chin resting on his knee, and the other leg drooping naturally by the bay window, reading a book with one hand.

The sun shone in through the window screens, and all the light fell on Xiao Lang's body, but it didn't distribute the warmth evenly to him.Xiao Lang's expression is always cold when he is not talking, and there is no warmth in his eyes, giving people a feeling that strangers should not get close.

The whole body is glowing, but there is no smell of fireworks.

Pan Xueying was a little taken aback.

"Mom? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were back." Xiao Lang didn't expect the door to be pushed open suddenly. He subconsciously stood up with the book in his hand, walked to the desk and put the book back on the shelf. He pulled away the stool in front of the desk, "Sit?"

This is a typical gesture of entertaining guests. People usually don't stop their leisurely behavior in front of trusted and familiar people, but Xiao Lang put down what he was doing when he saw her for the first time.

Such unfamiliar and polite gestures made Pan Xueying a little embarrassed, and she thought that she was a guest at someone else's house and was taken care of by the master.

Pan Xueying subconsciously glanced at the bay window.

Pan Xueying has always known that Xiao Lang likes to sit on bay windows. When Xiao Lang followed them when he was a child, his family also had bay windows of this style. Next to the window was a layer of window screen, and outside the bay window was a layer of thick curtains.

Xiao Lang likes to sit between the window screens and curtains and do his own thing, reading a book obediently by himself, without crying or making trouble.

Later, Pan Xueying asked Xiao Lang why he didn't want to sit on a desk sofa, but Dudu liked to sit on the bay window.

At that time, he was still in elementary school, and the smile on his face had not completely disappeared. Xiao Lang answered her very seriously: "Because it is close to the sun."

Before entering elementary school, Xiao Lang didn't follow her and Xiao Ziqiang. The two of them were busy making money, so they fostered their son with their grandfather in their hometown.

Every time she went home during the Chinese New Year, she would see Xiao Lang standing at the entrance of the village waiting for her from a long distance away, and as soon as she saw herself, she would run over to take the big and small bags in her hands, but the little powder balls were still plausible : "Girls are not allowed to carry heavy objects."

And every time it was time to say goodbye, Xiao Lang would always send her to the intersection, and stand there until her car disappeared into the next intersection.

Once, Pan Xueying had already turned the intersection before realizing that she had forgotten her bag at home, and when she hurriedly drove back, Xiao Lang was still standing in the cold air at the head of the village.

So after she and Xiao Ziqiang settled down, the first decision Pan Xueying made was to bring her son back to her.

Probably because of his poor constitution, Xiao Lang was particularly afraid of the cold, and he was weak and sickly since he was a child.Every time the doctor who took the medicine saw her bringing the young Xiao Lang, he would say hello, "Are you here?" At this time, Xiao Lang always showed a sorry expression on his face.

Different from City K where Xiao Lang lived when he was a child, City Z has a low temperature and strong winds. There is no heating in the rented room, and the location is not good. The sun only shines in during a limited time in the afternoon.

Sometimes even Pan Xueying herself can't help complaining why she didn't rent a room with heating, but apart from the fact that she especially likes to sit on the bay window, Xiao Lang didn't show any signs of being afraid of the cold, and never took the initiative troubled them.

Obviously at that time, Xiao Lang would still take the initiative to hug her every time she came home, asking her if her work was hard, and occasionally showing the willfulness of a child, tugging at the corner of her clothes and refusing to let go.Since when did Xiao Lang treat her in the polite and respectful way he is today?

"The work ended early, I came back early, and I didn't tell you in advance," Pan Xueying leaned against the door frame, "I don't want to sit down, I just want to talk to you, and I have to go out later."

"Have you eaten yet? Do you want me to make something to cushion your stomach? There's still..." Xiao Lang said as he put his hands on the doorknob, and as long as Pan Xueying said yes, he would open the door to prepare meals.

"I've eaten, you don't have to worry about me," Pan Xueying hurriedly stopped Xiao Lang with a smile, "The aunt who was traveling with me said that her son was not worried, so I thought of you. Second-rate."

Faced with such a compliment, Xiao Lang didn't seem very happy, he listened quietly without saying a word.

"You don't know, the boy from the aunt's family didn't know whether it was a rebellious period or something, but he actually talked about a boyfriend." Pan Xueying saw that her son didn't care about her praise and was not discouraged. Auntie was so angry that she kept saying that she would sever the relationship between mother and child."

Xiao Lang naturally wouldn't sit when Pan Xueying was standing. He still stood with his hands on the back of the chair. After hearing Pan Xueying's words, he kept tapping his fingertips on the back of the chair. Concernedly asked: "Then what does mother think?"

"What do you think?" Pan Xueying was a little surprised that Xiao Lang would participate in the topic and asked her back.

"About that boy talking about his boyfriend." Xiao Lang said.

"What are you talking about?" Pan Xueying coughed, looking unnatural, "This...isn't this perverted? Homosexuality is against the general perception of society. It must be wrong. But it has nothing to do with us, other people's children Make as much noise as you like, as long as we don't touch this."

Xiao Lang didn't speak.

Pan Xueying felt that something was wrong. Knowing her son is better than her mother. She knows her son well. Xiao Lang has never been such a gossip person. There must be an incentive to ask such a question, "You...have no puppy love, have you?"

Xiao Lang tapped his fingertips on the back of the chair for a moment, and he looked away calmly, "No one will like me."

"...Sorry, Mom didn't mean that." Knowing that her question was inappropriate, Pan Xueying hurriedly ended the topic.

She no longer knew how to chat with her son, for fear that any wrong sentence would touch his secret.

Xiao Lang is no longer that little fan, she is no longer young, and if something is missed, it will be difficult to make up for it. This is a painful experience given to her by the facts.

Pan Xueying looked at Xiao Lang, but finally left the room without saying anything and closed the door.

Xiao Lang stared at the door for a long time without regaining consciousness, until the vibrating mobile phone attracted his attention.

It was already ten o'clock when Su Mianyang woke up, and the rare insomnia made him stay in bed. After a quick wash, he went downstairs, but he didn't see any trace of Xiao Lang.

"Aunt, where is my classmate?" At this time, there are very few people in the breakfast shop. Song Zhichun is sitting behind the counter sorting out the sundries. The breakfast shop cannot be separated from people. If Xiao Lang went downstairs and asked Song Zhichun, he must be right. of.

"That kid has already left," Song Zhichun said with a smile, "I wouldn't even keep him for dinner, saying it's his mother who came back, and he looked very anxious."

Thinking of his outrageous behavior last night, Su Mian raised his eyebrows. He probably knew the reason why Xiao Lang left without saying goodbye.

"Hurry up and try the red date and white fungus soup that Auntie made. Since you suggested to drink it, you have to evaluate it, right?" Song Zhichun moved quickly, and filled a bowl of porridge from the pot behind him.

"I propose?" Su Mianyang was a little surprised.

"This kid doesn't want to admit it anymore. My aunt understands. There's no need for father and son to be angry. If you didn't say that Lao Su was a little angry, I wouldn't know."

Su Mianyang was taken aback for a moment and then said, "What did Xiao Lang say?"

"Well, don't blame other people's children. If he hadn't said it, I wouldn't have thought you would be so careful." Song Zhichun said with a smile.

Su Mianyang looked at the bowl of red dates and white fungus soup without saying a word.

After returning upstairs, Su Mianyang looked at the message prompting "I'm home" for a long time, but he still couldn't resist clicking on the input box.

"Are you there?" In fact, Su Mianyang regretted it when the message was just sent out. He didn't know what the meaning of the message was. When he was considering whether to withdraw it, he caught a glimpse of an extra line under "Answer". "The other party is typing".

Su Mianyang's eyelids twitched, and then he received Xiao Lang's reply.

Answer: What's wrong?

Su Mianyang was a little annoyed.

"No, I just miss you a little bit."

After typing these words, Su Mianyang felt that he was a little hypocritical. He just saw it yesterday, how could he say such a thing today? Thinking about it, he deleted these words and typed "It's nothing, just thinking about you The brother who called me yesterday."

Xiao Lang didn't reply.

Su Mianyang also felt that what he said was strange. He threw away the phone in annoyance, took a deep breath, opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling for a while, Su Mianyang picked up the phone again, and prepared to say a few words to perfunctory.

He saw the voice message sent by Xiao Lang.

Su Mianyang's breathing even paused for a second, remembering that the earphones had been thrown on the table by himself, he got under the covers and put the phone against his ears, turned the volume to the lowest level before turning on the voice.

"Brother...Brother Yang." Xiao Lang deliberately lowered his voice, his voice was exhaling heavily, and the tone at the end was still trembling slightly, he could even feel Xiao Lang's breath spraying on his ears .

Su Mianyang had already guessed the content before clicking on it, but his body still couldn't help trembling slightly because of the surprise. A small possibility flashed through his mind, but it disappeared before he could grasp it.

Su Mianyang still couldn't hold back.

sy: Why did you leave without saying goodbye?

He urgently needs an answer now, an answer that is enough to calm all his emotions.

After waiting for a long time, Xiao Lang replied.

Answer: Sorry.

All the questions and grievances disappeared after this apology, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time were vented. Su Mianyang put down the phone and looked at the ceiling.

He originally thought that he had to get some kind of guarantee to calm down his anger, but the fact is that Xiao Lang's simple word "sorry" made him unable to get angry, and all the sharp emotions dissipated so easily.

Su Mianyang felt like a psychopath.