Jiangxin Poplar

Jiang Cheng didn't let go of his arms around his waist for even half a second. Yang Yulang tried several times to take his hands away, but failed.

There were people coming and going beside them, but because of the dim light, others didn't pay much attention to them.A new round of performances began in the middle of the stage, and two rows of beauties in sexy uniforms lined up, attracting cheers and whistles from all around.

Yi Feng passed through the noisy and excited crowd, and found Yang Yulang in the dark.

When Yang Yulang saw him, he motioned for him to get Jiangcheng out. Yi Feng quickly pulled Jiangcheng away, took out a mask for Yang Yulang to put on, turned around and set up Jiangcheng to go out.

Leaving Jiang Cheng in the back seat of the car, Yi Feng opened the passenger door, but Yang Yulang didn't get in, but opened the rear door and sat directly beside Jiang Cheng.

Yi Feng's expression changed. After starting the car and leaving, he watched Yang Yulang take off his mask through the central rearview mirror. Jiang Cheng tilted his head and leaned against the car window as if he had died of drunkenness. Yang Yulang helped him adjust his position with his shoulders. Comfortable posture.

Yi Feng held the steering wheel, and finally couldn't help saying: "In the future, you can call me for this kind of thing, and you don't have to run out yourself at all." He glanced at the mechanical watch on his wrist, "When you answer the phone at two o'clock in the morning, go here Running in a place full of fish and dragons and bacteria, and not wearing a mask, can you..." He tried his best to suppress the surging emotions, "Can you take care of your health?"

Yang Yulang glanced at him and remained silent.

Yi Feng glanced at the sleeping Jiang Cheng: "Such a person is worth what you do for him?"

"What kind of person?" Yang Yulang asked him back.

Yi Feng was silent for a moment, did not answer directly, but said: "Your routine physical examination in four days will be changed to tomorrow, and I will notify your doctor tomorrow morning."

Yang Yulang had no expression on his face, his pupils reflected the flickering lights, his tone of voice couldn't tell if he was happy or angry, he just said indifferently: "Xiao Yi, don't make arrangements without authorization."

Although Yang Yulang's tone was light, but Yi Feng, who knew him well, knew that his expression and tone contained anger, and there was a moment of coldness, before he said, "I'm sorry."

Jiang Cheng, who was pretending to be drunk, listened to the conversation between the two. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of their words, he knew that Yang Yulang's physical condition should not appear in a place like a bar, and he didn't notice that the time was already two o'clock in the morning. .

A soreness surged through his heart, and guilt, distress, and self-blame swept through his body.He really wanted to hug Yang Yulang and say sorry, but he clearly knew that he had already made a mistake, and he couldn't make the same mistake again and again. He and Yang Yulang were separated by a few light-years, unreachable.

They brought Jiang Cheng back to the apartment and slept on Yang Yulang's bed.

At first Jiangcheng tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, immersed in self-blame and couldn't extricate himself. Later, his eyelids became heavier and heavier. After almost two nights, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.

However, Yang Yulang lost his sleepiness and sat alone in the study until dawn. Before he left the apartment, Jiang Cheng was still asleep, so he left him a note.

When Jiangcheng woke up, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon, and the apartment was empty. He saw the note left by Yang Yulang, saying that he had gone to the company, and there was porridge made by Aunt Li in the kitchen. drink.

He held the note with mixed feelings in his heart, and something called warmth and caring gradually entered the atrium that had been surrounded by coldness for a long time.

The porridge is sea cucumber porridge that is not available outside. It is served with a few dishes of refreshing side dishes. He finished the whole pot of porridge in one go before sending a message to Yang Yulang:

"Brother Lang, thank you. I drank all the porridge. I'm sorry for affecting your rest last night. I won't do it again."

Not long after the message was sent, Yang Yulang replied to him: "You're welcome, it's okay." The words were concise and to the point.

He read the message, took his clothes and went back to the old house. Because of this, he was even less interested in doing anything in the next few days. For a lot of time, he lay straight on the floor, thinking about being in the bar. For those pictures that cannot be shaken off, what he holds in his hand is the crumpled note that he grabbed.

Day and night, the window outside the window changed from early morning sunshine to night crescent moon, the old house was silent everywhere, and few people passed by outside, it was really deserted, desolate and miserable.

During the period, Yang Yulang sent him a message, and he only said that he didn't have time to go to the apartment because of his family's business these few days.

Pan Jun and the others also called him, but he prevaricated them one by one.

It wasn't until Tang Yuan also came to the old house that he found him nesting here alone. There were some unthrown fast food boxes and instant noodle buckets on the dining table, and the room smelled strongly of cigarettes.

"Why are you lying in the room in broad daylight?" Tang Yuan sat on the ground beside him, "You've been very busy these days, and you said you're going to take pictures today, right?"

"The filming is over, I just came back not long ago." Tang Yuan opened the window, and Jiang Cheng thought it was too bright, so he covered his head with the quilt.

"Get up," Tang Yuan threw off his quilt, "what time is it, I don't feel so tired taking pictures, get up quickly."

"Don't pull me." Jiang Cheng shook off his hand irritably.

"What's bothering you?" Tang Yuan saw that he was really in a bad mood, so he didn't touch him again, "It's your old man again? Don't worry about it, isn't it just to make yourself feel guilty for annoying him?"

"No." Jiang Cheng didn't want to say more, and covered his head with the quilt.

Tang Yuan thought for a while, could it be caused by what happened that day?After that day, they later asked Yingying about Zhao Yu and Jiangcheng on the sidelines, and Yingying said directly that Jiangcheng was not good.

The three Tang Yuan and the others almost dropped their jaws when they heard this answer, and told them not to talk nonsense on the spot. They turned around and asked Jiang Cheng, but Jiang Cheng kept silent about the matter, and couldn't even ask the fart. It's a bit embarrassing, maybe it's true...

As soon as Tang Yuan uttered these words, Zhuo Hai immediately objected: "How is it possible, we have watched the film together several times, you can tell me when he was soft, and the one who lasted the longest is not him?"

Pan Jun nodded: "There must be other reasons that night."

Thinking of this, Tang Yuan carefully considered his words before saying to Jiang Cheng, "You can tell me if you are unhappy or can't figure it out. When you get out of here, I guarantee that no one else will know. It will make you feel better if you say it."

"It's okay." Jiang Cheng's voice came from under the quilt, muffled.

"Hey hey—" Tang Yuan patted the quilt, "Don't be bored, it's still early, let's go play together, just the two of us." Seeing that there was no movement in Jiang Cheng, he said again, "I'm also troubled today, I will go out with my mother in the morning When I was shopping for clothes, I ran into those bastards on Anhe Street. He was so bald. He actually took a skirt and threw it in my face in front of my mother. Open a ladle, anyway, this matter is difficult, I must make him look good!"

Hearing that Jiang Cheng took off the quilt: "Go and kill him now!"

"Don't, don't," Tang Yuan held him back, "He's all in the mahjong parlor now, are we looking for death?" Knowing that Jiang Cheng's temper is hard to take back, he said, "Don't worry, a gentleman will have revenge for ten years It's not too late, and I don't want to beat him up, I have plenty of ways to deal with him, it's just not time."

Only then did Jiang Cheng sit back. Tang Yuan saw that his face had softened a bit, and asked, "You've been here for a few days, and the takeaway boxes outside have already given birth to a nest of cubs."

"In a few days," Jiang Cheng stood up, "I'm going to wash my face and play ball together."

Tang Yuan then grinned: "Hurry up."

The two went to the stadium, ran wildly for several hours, lying on the lawn dripping with sweat, Tang Yuan turned his head to look at Jiangcheng, he knew that although this buddy didn't say anything, he was already in a much better mood than when he was in the old house.

Jiang Cheng looked at the sky full of colorful clouds like brocade and rainbow, and thought to himself: "What's the use of thinking so much, just be normal." So he decided not to avoid avoiding it anymore, and went to the apartment once, but Yang Yulang was not there, and all the time Asked to know that he went home.

He can only go back to his own home and stay for several days.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and one night, snowflakes floated down silently.

Yang Yulang woke up early in the morning and stood on the balcony, the cold wind was blowing, he looked down at a snow-white garden, and saw thousands of miles of snow drifting as far as the eye could see.

His younger sister Yang Jingshu found him on the balcony after looking around. She held two cups of freshly brewed Junshan Yinzhen, handed him a cup, stretched out a hand to catch the fluttering snowflakes, and said: "This time There was a lot of snow."

Yang Yulang took a sip of tea, staring at the snowflakes flying in front of his eyes.

Yang Jingshu stretched out her hands to gather his coat: "It's so cold, don't stay outside, let's go in together!"

He withdrew his thoughts, looked at Yang Jingshu's eyes with a little worry and concern, and nodded. He was as weak as him, and he couldn't stay in such cold for long. Once the wind and cold entered his body, he would die in a hospital bed.

"Brother, I made porridge for you." Yang Jingshu pointed to the dining table, "You have to go to the company later, drink first and then go."

Yang Yulang rubbed her hair, "Thank you, wake up early in the morning and make these for me."

He was just looking at Piaoxue in a daze, thinking about what Jiang Cheng said in the bar. Although he didn't hear all of it, he could probably guess what it was.

Getting drunk in a bar, telling your heartfelt feelings after drinking, feeling lost, confused, worried and afraid, this is the bitterness that cannot be loved.

Thinking of this, he sighed slightly, and lowered his eyes to hide his thoughts that were not revealed at all.

Although he is not in the apartment, Jiangcheng is allowed to enter there. The temperature in the apartment is constant all year round, and it snows. Jiang Qingli has asked a poker friend to play mahjong at home. Yang Yulang said that he wanted to study in the apartment.

Yang Yulang replied briefly "Yes", and said that he would return to the apartment after work at night.

When he came back from the company, Jiang Cheng had just finished a set of papers. When he came out of the study, he saw him walking in in a suit and leather shoes. He began to untie his tie and take off his clothes when he entered the door.

The two looked at each other, and Jiang Cheng immediately turned his eyes away when he saw the movement in his hand, stared elsewhere and called out: "Brother Lang."

Yang Yulang looked him up, nodded slightly, and said softly: "I haven't seen you for a few days and you've become so thin. Haven't you slept all this time? The dark circles under your eyes are almost as big as the national treasure."

Jiang Cheng rubbed his eyes, looked at the coffee machine and said, "I didn't sleep well, can I make some coffee?"

Yang Yulang finished taking off his coat in front of him, and went upstairs: "I changed my clothes and came down to cook."

Jiang Cheng couldn't help looking at his back as he went upstairs, even though he had already entered the room and couldn't see anything, he didn't look away, just waited for Yang Yulang to come out, and immediately turned his eyes away when he came out.

Yang Yulang went downstairs and went directly to the coffee machine, and asked him what flavor he would like to drink.

He approached slowly, propped his hands on the table and said, "Whatever you want, as long as you can refresh yourself."

Yang Yulang took a can of coffee beans and poured it in, and soon a pot of fragrant coffee was brewed. He poured a cup for Jiang Cheng, without sugar or milk, Jiang Cheng frowned bitterly.

Seeing that Jiang Cheng drank half of it, he picked up the pot for him to refill, looked at the handsome face in front of him that had suffered a lot, and rubbed the corners of his eyes: "Why don't you go to lie down first, black coffee like this is not enough. I can’t help you, and you’ll get sick easily.”

Jiang Cheng froze as soon as he reached out his hand. For a moment, he felt that his tongue was straight. He lowered his head and took a sip of black coffee, slurring his words: "I have missed a lot of classes due to other things these days, and now I don't have to It's okay to be sleepy."

In this way, Yang Yulang could only sit back at the desk with him.