Jiangxin Poplar

Yang Yulang turned on the computer, browsed the stock market trend, and then read the report sent by Huarong Company's marketing department. After putting down the report, he picked up the set of papers that Jiang Cheng had finished, flipped through the ten lines at a glance, and took a red pen to start grading. While correcting the papers, he also asked Jiang Cheng to recite English, so that he could accurately point out what was wrong and which word was pronounced incorrectly...

Jiang Cheng took a sip of bitter coffee after reciting, and felt that ordinary people would not be able to do such a smooth operation no matter how hard they tried. Yang Yulang is a master, and this person appeared in front of you for you to worship.

At noon, Aunt Li prepared lunch for the two of them to eat. When Jiang Cheng got up, his eyes were dark and his feet were staggering. He felt a bit of a headache early this morning, and his joints were aching. He thought it was caused by not resting well, but this Will be top-heavy and unstable.

Seeing this, Yang Yulang immediately pressed a cold palm to his forehead. Jiang Cheng wanted to hide, but couldn't move away. There seemed to be a piece of iron stamped on his forehead, and the blood in his whole body was surging. He dodged his eyes and only dared to stare at Yang Yulang. Look around the waist.

Yang Yulang touched his forehead, frowned and said, "You have a fever."

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, no way, he hadn't had a fever for many years, and he touched his forehead himself, er, it was indeed a little hot, but whether the hotness was caused by the fever or Yang Yulang touched it, he couldn't say for sure.

Yang Yulang pulled him back to the chair and sat down, took the thermometer for him, took a measurement, um, it was almost 39 degrees, he really had a fever, Jiang Cheng looked at the thermometer speechlessly.

"Go to the hospital."

"No," Jiang Cheng shook his head as soon as he heard the word hospital, "I'll just go to the pharmacy and buy some medicine, it's fine."

Yang Yulang pondered for a moment, without forcing, he walked out of the study, and Jiang Cheng hurriedly followed him when he saw him go.

Yang Yulang took out a medicine box, which was complete, except for various commonly used medicines, syringes and stethoscopes.

Yang Yulang took the antipyretic medicine and went to pour another glass of boiling water.

Aunt Li who came out of the kitchen saw that Jiang Cheng was taking medicine, and asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng waved his hand: "It's okay, I just have a little fever."

Yang Yulang glanced at him, "If you can't get back after taking the medicine, you still have to go to the hospital."

"Well," Aunt Li took off her apron, "you can't take it lightly, don't take advantage of your youth and not pay attention to your body." She wiped her hands, "I'm going first, you have a good rest."

"Goodbye, Aunt Li." Jiang Cheng greeted her with a smile.

As soon as Aunt Li left, Yang Yulang said: "Eat first, don't read after eating, go to bed and sweat."

Jiang Cheng scratched the back of his head: "I have something to do this afternoon."

Yang Yulang looked at him with gentle and firm eyes, and said softly, "Be obedient."

The simple two words were like the ripples caused by throwing a stone into a lake, rippling in Jiangcheng's heart. His legs softened, and he immediately said, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

He had a fever and lost his appetite for a table of delicious dishes. He forced himself to eat until he was full, but he didn't want to lie down on the bed after all. Where would he lie if he took it?

Yang Yulang saw his thoughts, pointed upstairs and said: "There is an attic above, it is very clean, you can go to rest there."

Jiang Cheng looked up and saw that there was indeed a ladder in the upstairs corridor. Since he had already talked about this point, it would be a bit hypocritical not to go, so he followed him up.

The attic space is small, and both of them are about 1.8 meters tall, so they can only bend over when they go up.Yang Yulang bent over to open a mattress, and spread it directly on the clean wooden floor. There was a cabinet by the wall, and a row of wooden shelves next to it, with some records on it, and a retro record player on a small table in the corner.

There is a long wooden table by the window, and there is only an open book on the table. Next to the table is a lazy sofa, which is soft and comfortable to sit on.

Yang Yulang took out the sheet, quilt and a soft pillow from the cabinet again, he made the bed calmly, and turned around to call Jiang Cheng to lie on it.

He didn't need help, so Jiang Cheng sat on the ground and watched the whole process. It was rare for his mother to enjoy such treatment. He took off his coat and climbed into bed.

The sky above the attic is made of glass as the outer wall, through which the gloomy sky outside can be seen.

Yang Yulang pressed the switch at the head of the bed, and the glass was slowly covered by the sunshade cloth. He tucked in the corner of the blanket for Jiang Cheng, "Lie down first, and get up after the sweat subsides."

Jiang Cheng glanced at the sky and asked him, "Do you usually come up?"

"Occasionally, it feels good to look at the stars here."

This place has a wide field of vision, and watching the stars and the moon at night must be so beautiful that it is not like the world.

The attic is like Yang Yulang's absolute private domain. Jiang Cheng doesn't know if anyone else has come up to it besides himself. Regardless of whether he has won the 500 million prize or not.

Yang Yulang smiled gently at him: "You go to bed first, and you can call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

Yang Yulang went down, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. The quilt and mattress smelled like sunshine, probably because Aunt Li often flipped through the sun. He turned his head and saw the book open in front of the window. He took it and read it. It was "Yuefu Poetry Collection ", turned a few pages, there are some annotations made by Yang Yulang on the title page, but they don't look like annotations when you look closely, anyway, Jiangcheng can't understand what he wrote, for example, "Moshang Sang", he wrote "Jin Rushi" at the end of the article Three words, he couldn't think of the relationship between these three words and the article.

This book looks quite old, the cover is yellowed, and the corners are wrinkled. On the first page of the opened cover, there is a sentence "May the moonlight shine on you". The handwriting is stronger and more powerful, and the pen and ink penetrate the paper at the end of the pen. If the writing is like the person, then the person who wrote it is guessed to be an extremely confident and vigorous person.

He didn't want to sleep, so he just read page by page, reading each of Yang Yulang's impressions after reading the article. Although most of the content was unclear, he still read it with gusto.

After roughly reading it, he put the book next to the pillow and lay down on the pillow thinking about the problems that had been bothering him in recent days. While thinking about it, he heard a sound downstairs, and Yang Yulang came up to the attic.

He glanced at the ladder and quickly looked back, closing his eyes and pretending to sleep.

Yang Yulang walked to his bedside lightly, and touched his forehead, but he didn't cool down, and didn't see any signs of sweating, so he pulled the quilt up.

Jiang Cheng pretended to be sleeping well. At this moment, his appearance was no different from that of a deep sleep, but his heart was ups and downs, and he was not at all calm.

Yang Yulang covered the quilt and didn't leave right away. When he saw the book next to Jiang Cheng's pillow, his eyes lost focus for a moment, but it was only for a moment.He put the book back on the table, looking at the gloomy sky outside the window, thinking about something.

Jiang Cheng secretly opened his eyes and looked at his back. In the dim light, his straight back and the arm supporting the table were silently expressing a kind of unresolved depression.

Since the day we first met, Jiang Cheng could see through his eyes that there was something on his mind, but he never mentioned whether it was for work, life, body, or feelings.

Yang Yulang sat for a while and turned his head. Jiang Cheng closed his eyes as soon as he saw him move, and then heard Yang Yulang's voice coming downstairs.

He opened his eyes again, staring at the closed book on the table in a daze, until the effect of the medicine took effect, he fell asleep in a daze at some point, and when he woke up, he found that he was sweating and sticky. It was sticky and uncomfortable, but the pain in the joints of the whole body was gone, and the feeling of top-heavy was gone when I got up, and the fever seemed to subside.

He looked at the time, he didn't expect to lie down for a long time, and it was almost time for dinner.

He hurriedly took his coat and went downstairs, and saw Yang Yulang sitting on the sofa making tea, sitting next to a buddy he had never seen before, who was about the same age as Yang Yulang, white and clean, and any clothes on his body were big names that he couldn't recognize , wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, gentle.

Yang Yulang heard movement behind him, looked back at him, and beckoned him to come over.

Jiang Cheng walked up to him obediently, and saw that he naturally reached out to touch his forehead in front of outsiders, nodded and said, "The fever is gone, go take a shower, the clothes are all inside."

Jiang Cheng raised his head and glanced at the person sitting next to him, he didn't have any strange expression on all this.

Seeing Jiang Cheng looking at him, the man introduced himself, "My name is He Yunlin, nice to meet you."

Before Jiangcheng could answer, Yang Yulang continued, "This is the Jiangcheng I just mentioned to you." Turning his head towards Jiangcheng, "Yunlin is a good friend I grew up with, and we eat here together at night."

"Hello!" Jiang Cheng also greeted before going to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, it was only when he was getting dressed that he noticed the clothes Yang Yulang had prepared for him. From the inside to the outside, even the underwear was prepared, and they looked brand new.

After putting on the clothes and coming out, Yang Yulang took a look: "Does it fit?"

Jiang Cheng nodded.

He Yunlin also looked over: "It seems that you are about the same size, and Yulang's clothes can fit just right on you."

Jiang Cheng was startled, it turned out that these were not new clothes, they were all Yang Yulang's clothes!

Yang Yulang smiled slightly: "I only wear it once, if you don't mind this set, I'll give it to you."

Jiang Cheng was about to refuse, but he heard He Yunlin say, "Take it, Yulang has a lot of clothes, and he has to sort out a few boxes every year to send to charity organizations. If you accept it, it will save him a set."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

While chatting, Aunt Li had already prepared dinner, greeted Yang Yulang and left first.

Jiang Cheng looked at Aunt Li's back as she closed the door and asked in confusion, "Why doesn't Aunt Li eat here together?"

Yang Yulang said indifferently: "She will go back to her place to eat."

Seeing that Jiang Cheng didn't understand, He Yunlin explained: "Generally, the servants of wealthy families don't eat with their employers. Their meals are different from those of their masters."

Jiang Cheng probably knew about this situation, but Aunt Li didn't always look like a servant in his eyes. Her image and temperament were very similar to the wife of a wealthy family, so he couldn't accept it.

Yang Yulang scooped up a bowl of soup for each of them, put them in front of Jiang Cheng, and told him to take the medicine again at night.