Jiangxin Poplar

It was late at night, Yang Yulang returned to the room, Jiang Cheng also climbed up to the attic, lying on a comfortable and soft bed, with his eyes closed, but his mind was still clear, alcohol did not affect his thoughts, and he just said what he had been inhumane for so many years When I came out, my heart became clearer.

Yang Yulang was lying in the room below, separated only by a wooden board. He stretched out his hand to touch his scar. After such a long time, his forehead seemed to still have a slight warmth from his fingers.

After tossing and turning for a long time, I fell asleep with the pillow in my arms.

Waking up like a dream, he heard intermittent breathing.

who is it?

There seemed to be a cloud of fog in front of him, hazy, and the voice was close at hand.

He cleared the fog little by little, and the scene in front of him gradually came into view.

The fine sweat on the side of the man's face gathered into drops under the dim light, and then slid down his cheeks.

Jiang Cheng felt that his throat was so dry that he was about to burn, every pore in his body was screaming, and sweat dripped down his forehead at some point.

The gasping in the ear seemed to come from the person lying down, and it seemed to come from himself.

The man raised his head, and Jiang Cheng suddenly found that it was Yang Yulang's face, which was different from what he usually saw. At this moment, his face was flushed, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of his eyes.

His eyes were directly on Jiang Cheng.

"Huh" Jiang Cheng woke up suddenly, and started looking for someone on the bed for two seconds, but there was no one else, this was the attic of the apartment, and he was sitting on the bed alone like a sand sculpture.

After being dazed for a few minutes, he realized that it was dawn, and then he realized that everything just now was just a dream. He beat the bed with his fists, fuck, it was just a dream.

How dare you have such a dream!

It's just a dream!

With a roar in his heart, he lay down on his back like a dead fish.

Yang Yulang got out of bed at some point, and when Jiang Cheng finally calmed down, when he went downstairs, he saw him sitting on the armchair in front of the French window, flipping through a book in his hand.

Hearing the sound behind him, Yang Yulang turned his head: "Wake up, Aunt Li made breakfast, it's heating up in the pot, go eat."

Jiang Cheng hastily turned his head to the side after his eyes met for half a second. Although he had done a long time of psychological training, he couldn't control the replay of the scene in his dream when his mind was full.

In order not to think too much, he quickly sat down on the dining table, bowed his head and ate violently.

Here, I usually study and eat. Occasionally, Yang Yulang will make some coffee for him. This is the first time to stay overnight. Except for sleeping more, nothing has changed.

He enjoys VVIP-level treatment with his boss and tutor, and he feels sorry for him every day. In order to show that he is not so brazen, he always rushes to help Yang Yulang with things, such as watering flowers, cleaning dishes, tidying clothes, making tea and washing As for the cup, as long as Yang Yulang needed it, he would immediately let him do it.

After a few times, Yang Yulang saw his thoughts, patted him on the shoulder and told him that he didn't have to do these things, just do his own thing well.

Yang Yulang has never been short of bodyguards or servants. To Jiangcheng, he simply supports a person who changes his mind and pursues his dreams. As the top leader of a listed company, he admires most those who have ideas and are willing to work hard.

Jiang Cheng understood, and his uneasiness has not diminished after doing these things, but if he is asked to stop disturbing here, he will definitely not be able to do it.As long as he can, he wants to see Yang Yulang every day.

Yang Yulang urged him to learn not to think too much about useless things. After finishing today's task in the textbook, he has to translate two English manuscripts and do a post-production set of photos.

Jiangcheng felt that time was not enough.

Sitting at the desk during the busy time reminded him of some of the past. His grades were very good in elementary school, and he would never fall out of the top three. In junior high school, he was also okay. The homework was relatively simple. He didn’t know those dog friends. I couldn't find any other way to decompress, so I have always been highly valued by the teachers. It was not until the second semester of the third year that I became confused about life and lost interest in learning. It was like losing faith, and everything around me became completely indifferent.

At the beginning, his grades became stagnant, and the teachers were impatient, and they took turns to talk to him, but nothing came of it. So the high school entrance examination fell from the stable No. [-] middle school, and finally got into No. [-] middle school, which is not treated well. At the school I saw, a group of teachers felt overwhelmed, it's a pity for this good seedling.

It was difficult for him to go to high school, and he was not in the mood. After a day, he couldn't understand everything, so there was no end to making up lessons.

But he doesn't feel tired at all, as long as Yang Yulang is by his side, no matter what he does, he is full of energy and efficient.

Love can make people blind, but love can also make people progress. If you like the right person, you will work harder and harder, and your ideological realm will become higher and higher.

Yang Yulang was very strict with him in terms of study. At the beginning, seeing that he couldn't sit still and calm down, he repeatedly gave him extra time.

His explanations are top-notch. Those teachers couldn't understand what Jiang Cheng didn't understand, but he understood it completely in a few clicks. I don't know if it's the power of idols or the school teachers are too weak. Anyway, his comprehension ability and speed of solving questions In leaps and bounds.

Right now, he was doing a math paper, and at the end of the big question, he was still confused after thinking about it for a long time, so he had to ask for advice.

Yang Yulang took the paper, glanced at it and said, "Your thinking of solving the problem has gone astray. Look, the key point is here..."

Jiang Cheng looked at his slender fingers, and then looked up at his delicate but pale side face like a jade carving. Unconsciously, he played back the almost real dream at night over and over again in his mind. His throat moved, and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Since he affirmed his intentions, he can no longer focus on Yang Yulang. As long as the distance is close, it will easily affect his mood. For this reason, he can only try to distance himself as much as possible, and then force himself to immerse himself in his studies.

"Do you understand?" Yang Yulang put down the problem set and turned to look at him.

Jiang Cheng was shocked violently, and forced himself to calm down: "Understood."

Yang Yulang patted him on the back of the head: "If you don't understand, you pretend to understand, where were you staring at just now?"

"Uh..." He was thinking about something shameful just now, his face was blushing, and he lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I... I was distracted... I promise, I won't make an exception."

Yang Yulang didn't pay attention to his expression, he just said: "Be serious."

In the afternoon, Yang Yulang made a pot of flower and fruit tea, and sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows to sip it, while Jiang Cheng sat in front of the computer and worked hard to translate an English manuscript.

While looking through the dictionary, I heard Yang Yulang answer a phone call.

The other party seemed to be a partner, and Yang Yulang said in his usual calm tone: "Is there a merger and acquisition plan? I know, I asked my assistant to book a plane ticket, and I will go directly to Thailand to talk to them in a few days. You will draw up the details and contract information." Ask your assistant to bring it over before you leave."

Isn't it the Chinese New Year in a few days?

Seeing that Yang Yulang hung up the phone, he couldn't help asking: "Brother Lang, do you still have to work during the Chinese New Year? Won't you spend time with your family?"

"That's how things are in the business world. You have to seize the opportunity. If you miss it, it will be ruined. Even during the Chinese New Year, you can't delay it."

This is the so-called gain and loss, and there are many people who are struggling in their jobs during the Chinese New Year.

Yang Yulang took a clean scented tea cup and poured him a cup, and put it on the table in front of him.

"Where are you going in Thailand?"

"Bangkok."

"Then how long are you going?"

"It's hard to say, let's see the specific situation of the negotiation."

"Oh."

Jiang Cheng bit his pen, thinking that he would feel melancholy if he didn't see him this year.

Yang Yulang saw that his expression was downcast: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Cheng glanced at him and then lowered his head.

Yang Yulang thought for a while and asked tentatively, "Do you want to go together?"

Jiang Cheng raised his head quickly, flattered in astonishment: "I can go too?"

"As an employee of my company, it's normal to take you on a business trip in the name of an assistant, but don't you need to spend the New Year with your family?"

Jiang Cheng's excited fingertips were trembling slightly, and he explained with disgust: "My family celebrates the New Year just like usual, just as noisy, and I usually spend New Year's Eve with friends outside."

He never said that the New Year was more noisy. Once relatives and friends came to visit, Dad would open the poker table.

Yang Yulang nodded: "That's fine, you go with me."

"Really?" Jiang Cheng still found it unbelievable that he could go out with him so easily, "I don't have that passport or anything."

"Don't worry, I'll let someone take care of it."

When I went back and talked about this with Yan Ying, she only said that I was traveling with my friends, and didn’t say where I was going. Wear warm and so on.

Jiang Cheng didn't take her money, he had enough on hand, besides, Yang Yulang took care of the air tickets, hotel and urgent passport, so he couldn't pay much, and as long as he was with Yang Yulang, he didn't let him take out his wallet.

In this way, he thought that he had always accepted everything Yang Yulang gave him unconditionally. He ate, drank and lived in his house, provided study materials, and made up lessons for free, taught photography and retouching... He suddenly felt shameless. It's as thick as a city wall.

But I don't even know what disease he has, so what can I do if I know?

Sometimes he would see Yang Yulang take out a flat metal box, and when the lid was opened, there were compartments inside, each compartment containing pills.

He eats one at a time, and puts the rest in his pocket, which he carries with him.

The medicines were prepared, and there was no way to see anything from the medicines he took, and there was no laboratory test report at home. If it weren't for his pale snow-like skin, everything else would look like ordinary people.

He would not deliberately conceal his illness from others, but he did not want to talk about the details.

Maybe this disease can be controlled with drugs, and it won't be too serious.

This question cannot be thought through carefully.