Jiangxin Poplar

In a blink of an eye, the winter vacation is halfway through, and the New Year is getting closer and closer.

Tang Yuan: "I'm bored, I don't want to celebrate the New Year at home, brothers, is there any place you want to go, let's go together."

Zhuo Hai: "Go to hell, do you have money?"

Pan Jun: "I don't want to go, anyway, I go to play games and go clubbing, and I have made up my mind, I will go to a big northern city next year, and a distant cousin over there will do some business, and it seems to make a lot of money. I will go to sports car .”

Tang Yuan Zhuo Hai Qiqi looked at him: "Damn, when did you think about it? Why didn't you say it earlier?"

Pan Jun: "It was only decided in the past few days. Don't worry, brothers will always be brothers. I made a lot of money and came back to treat you to delicious food and spicy food. You can also watch naked/models on the spot."

The brother wants to go out to start a career, and being a buddy naturally can't hold him back, and he should be sent happily, but Tang Yuan and Zhuo Hai can't be happy, the small group is just a few people, Jiang Cheng is obsessed with learning, he I have to go again, and I won't be able to get the number of people in a fight against landlords in the future.

So depressing.

When Jiang Cheng came in, he saw the three of them in a daze, so he pulled up his chair and said directly, "We were struck by lightning as a group?"

Tang Yuan gave him a white look.

Jiang Cheng waved his hand and made an expression like you're about to fart.

"Da Pan is leaving after the next year. Go to the north to give his cousin a sports car. Before leaving, let's find a time to have a meal for my brother to practice."

Jiang Cheng turned to look at Pan Jun: "Seriously?"

Pan Jun nodded.

Jiang Cheng was silent for a while, looked at the front and said in a low voice, "That's right, I have to go out more to see the world, and learn more while I'm young. It's not appropriate to hang out here anyway. A man's ambition is everywhere!" He said this His demeanor is a bit like Yang Yulang's, with the look of seeing far away.

Zhuo Hai looked at him and found that his clothes seemed to be stained with blood: "Ah Cheng, what's the matter with your clothes?"

Jiang Cheng said indifferently: "It's nothing. The old man went crazy because I didn't get over the incident that I hit him on the head last time. I had an argument with him and got punched in the nose. It's just a little nosebleed. It's nothing serious."

"Your old man is really..." It hasn't stopped for more than ten years.

Tang Yuan asked suspiciously: "So you came to us instead of going to study with Yang Yulang, because you are afraid that he will find out?"

Jiang Cheng rubbed his temples, and said weakly: "I always feel that he can guess everything with just a quick glance. The key is whether he sees it through or not, so that others have no idea." I don't want him to see the relationship with his family. Conflict is one of them. What's more important is that when you are with him, you are always thinking wildly. If you think too much, your body will react, and you can't control it at all.

"Then you're not going today? Let's go out for dinner."

"Well, let's go."

They went to the small restaurant they frequented, and ordered hot pot beer in the cubicle, but Jiang Cheng was a little bit out of his mind the whole time, they bragged and toasted as usual, maybe because Pan Jun will leave soon, so they drank heavily , It didn't take long for the two boxes of beer to bottom out.

After drinking so much, the three of them were staggering, only Jiang Cheng still kept his sense. He hailed a car and took the three of them home. Then he stood in the cold wind, not knowing what to do.

He didn't want to go home, and he didn't want to go to the old house. Several people were sent back home. The old house was deserted. He suddenly realized that he was very afraid of loneliness, afraid of loneliness.

Thinking of Yang Yulang's attic, but it's eleven o'clock at night, Yang Yulang probably has already rested, can you go to find him?

He wandered the streets for a long time, but finally couldn't help it, and took a taxi to go there.

He hesitated at the door of the apartment for a while before mustering up the courage to ring the doorbell.

Not long after, Yang Yulang, dressed in a white nightgown, opened the door. His hair was neat and his eyes were clear, as if he had gotten up from the bed.

He glanced at Jiangcheng: "You know the password, why don't you open the door yourself?"

Jiang Cheng faltered: "I came here so late, I don't know if you're asleep, but if you don't mind, come in by yourself..."

"Come in, don't stand at the door."

Jiang Cheng lowered his head to change his cotton mop, and heard Yang Yulang say in front of him, "Have you been drinking?"

Jiang Cheng scratched his head, "Drink... drank a little."

Yang Yulang didn't ask any more questions, and sat back on the sofa to read some documents. Jiang Cheng sat down next to him to see that he was working overtime.

He quietly watched Yang Yulang read one document after another, and then signed it with a pen.

When he finally finished signing all the documents, he looked up at Jiang Cheng and looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Jiang Cheng thought that his expression should be "What do you want from me? Why don't you talk about something? You came here to study, so why don't you go to study?" These are the meanings.

However, Yang Yulang said, "Go take a bath first."

Jiang Cheng: "..." He drew circles on the palm of his hand with his thumb, as if hesitating to speak, Yang Yulang was not in a hurry, he just waited for him to speak out anyway.

Jiang Cheng's heart sank, and he said, "Brother, I don't want to go home today, can I stay with you, I, I won't disturb you, just sleep on the sofa."

Yang Yulang smiled slightly, his eyes filled with tenderness: "Why do you think I told you to take a bath, you wash off the smell of alcohol first, and the attic has been cleaned up for you, what kind of sofa are you lying on?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

When he got up, Yang Yulang glanced at his blood-stained clothes, and asked lightly, "Did you fight with someone?"

Jiang Cheng grabbed his clothes unnaturally, "No, it's me...I accidentally bumped my nose."

"Let me see."

Jiang Cheng touched his nose: "It's okay."

Seeing that he was cramped, Yang Yulang nodded, "Go take a bath."

After he took a shower and put on the nightgown that Yang Yulang brought him, Yang Yulang was still sitting on the sofa reading a planning book.

He also went to sit on the sofa, Yang Yulang turned his head and saw a twisted scar on his forehead, which was usually covered by hair, but after washing his hair tonight, the wet hair was brushed to the side, and only then did he see it.

"How did you get the scar on your forehead?"

His tone was soft, and he couldn't hear much emotion.

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment, and then said indifferently, "My dad dropped it when I was young."

Yang Yulang didn't say a word after hearing this, and the eyes that looked at Jiang Cheng seemed to take his whole body into it.

Jiang Cheng smiled at him, he didn't want to recall the past in his heart, and he didn't want Yang Yulang to know these things, but for some reason, he couldn't hide something in his heart when he looked into his eyes.

Yang Yulang saw that there was a bit of bitterness hidden in his smile, he just pretended to be indifferent to deceiving others, maybe he had been pretending for a long time, so he thought that he really didn't care.

Yang Yulang didn't want to force it, and if Jiang Cheng didn't want to ask, he wouldn't ask too much.

But the other end of Jiangcheng began to talk about things he had been reluctant to say.

He leaned back, hugged a pillow into his arms, looked at a certain place without focusing his eyes and said: "I have heard people say before that when my mother was young, she would be a rare beauty in the town, with countless suitors." , I don’t know why she chose to marry my dad in the end. Although my dad looked pretty good when he was young, he has a bad temper, smoking, playing cards, drinking and gambling. As long as I can remember, I remember that he likes to swear , Beating people, throwing pots and pans, tables and chairs at home, and sometimes even my mother would beat me when the fire broke out."

Yang Yulang looked at him quietly, Jiang Cheng's expression was the same, as if he was telling someone else's story.

"As long as I was young, there was only one disappointment, and it was indispensable to serve with sticks. I was also beaten, too lazy to cry, and that time he beat my mother when he drank too much. I went to pull him, and he hit him on the corner of the table. When it was broken, my mother cried and sent her to the hospital, and after she recovered, she left this scar."

Yang Yulang leaned over, stretched out his hand to touch the scar, Jiang Cheng subconsciously wanted to dodge it, but said indifferently, "It's been gone for a long time."

Yang Yulang sighed lightly: "How old were you then?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while before answering: "I should be eight years old."

He didn't say how his father treated Jiang Chi, who was three years younger than him. Both of them were his children, but he hated him like his mother's illegitimate child. It made him uncomfortable to favor one over another, and he would always only buy food and drink for Jiang Chi alone. Jiang Chi could beat and scold him, and he got a fat beating in exchange for fighting back.

At first, he thought it was because he was not doing well, his grades were not good enough, and he didn't do enough housework, so he studied hard, went home to sweep the floor, cook and wash clothes, but what he got in return was more and more dissatisfaction and ridicule , Slowly he gave up.

He didn't like to go home more and more, and met Tang Yuan, Zhuo Hai, Pan Jun and others during his wandering days, and then became a new group of delinquent teenagers with them, learning to smoke, drink, play cards and fight.

In his heart, he hated himself for being like this. This appearance was no different from that of the old man in the family. Sure enough, the son of a mouse could make holes, and there was nothing missing in his blood.He felt tired and confused his original intention, and had no expectations for the future, so he gave up on himself, thinking that this life was nothing more than that, until he met Yang Yulang.

In fact, Yang Yulang had already guessed the general situation. Most of these children became like this because of their original families, but the specific situation of each person is different.

Looking at Jiangcheng, he felt a little pain in his heart, but there was no expression on his face, he just said softly: "In life, there are ups and downs, ups and downs, but the order is different. You have tasted the bitterness when you were young, and you will have the days when the bitterness comes. "

Jiang Cheng looked at his increasingly handsome face under the light, and thought to himself: "That's right, you are the sweetheart who comes through all hardships."

Yang Yulang stretched out his hand to touch the scar on his forehead again, and said softly: "Since you have grown up, no one can bully you casually, live the life you want, do what you want, just do whatever you want. "

His fingertips lightly slid across his forehead, it was warm, and even the cold part of his heart melted away, raising a little temperature, and the scar he touched felt faintly hot, looking at his time A little longer, the hotness on his body came out unconsciously, and Jiang Cheng, who was nervous, hurriedly looked away.