Jiangxin Poplar

Yang Yulang slept until nine o'clock in the evening, and when he woke up, it was already dark, and there was only a dim yellow lamp in the room.

He rubbed his eyes, and saw Jiang Cheng standing by his side, sitting on the ground looking at him.

He turned over and faced Jiang Cheng, his voice was lazily hoarse: "What time is it?"

"It's just after nine o'clock."

Yang Yulang was slightly taken aback, "It's so late, has Aunt Li been here? Have you eaten yet?"

Jiang Cheng said, "Come on, I didn't let her in, the dinner is still hot in the kitchen!"

Yang Yulang raised his head when he heard the words, and said in surprise, "You made the dinner?"

"Ah."

Yang Yulang stared at him for a while with gradually clear eyes, "Then you turn on the light, I'll go wash my face and come have dinner with you again."

When he came out after washing his face, Jiang Cheng had already brought two big bowls of beef noodles on the table, with a shy expression on his face, "I don't know how to do anything else, the only thing I can get out is noodles, I don't know if I can still do it after so long Eat, would you like to try it first?" He actually tasted it just now and dared to bring it out when he thought it was okay, but as soon as Yang Yulang said no, he would immediately re-cook it.

Yang Yulang looked at the two bowls of noodles on the table. His own bowl was obviously richer in ingredients. The stewed beef slices were arranged in a beautiful fan shape. It can be seen that he did it with great care, and his heart was warm. After sitting down, he picked up a chopstick and put it in his mouth.

Seeing him chewing carefully and swallowing it, Jiang Cheng asked nervously, "How is it? Can I eat it?"

Yang Yulang nodded: "It's okay."

This evaluation is neither against my will nor forced, it is indeed okay and quite satisfactory.

Looking up, Jiang Cheng was still standing there, "Sit down and eat together."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng was very happy to see that he was willing to eat.

Yang Yulang looked at the sea bowl in front of him again, got up and went to the kitchen.

"What are you going to do?"

Yang Yulang explained, "There are so many noodles that I can't finish them all, so I'll get some in a bowl."

Jiang Cheng said casually: "You don't need to take the bowl, you eat first and give me the rest."

Yang Yulang paused for a while while holding the hand on the table, and sat back silently.

Jiang Cheng's appetite has always been good, and Yang Yulang was full after eating half a bowl. He sat on the dining table and watched Jiang Cheng finish his own bowl, then picked up his bowl, and emptied the remaining half of the bowl.

Yang Yulang unconsciously drew circles on the table with his fingers, watching Jiang Cheng clean up the table, "Have you finished the movie? How is it?"

"Quite good looking."

"When did I fall asleep?"

"I fell asleep within a few minutes of the movie." Jiang Cheng took the empty bowl into the kitchen and asked him back, "Have you watched it yourself?"

"No," he rubbed the sore back of his neck, "tell me what happened."

Jiang Cheng pondered for a while, "It's that little boy from—" Thinking of something, he changed the topic, "Did you know that people like Einstein, Tom Cruise, and Da Vinci have dyslexia?"

"I know about Einstein and Leonardo da Vinci," Yang Yulang propped his jaw, "does Tom Cruise have one too?"

"Yes," Jiang Cheng said, "I checked it online."

"Well," Yang Yulang looked at him, "what does this have to do with movies?"

"That little boy is also dyslexic." Jiang Cheng recalled his helpless look. "At first, no one knew about it, so it was very difficult. Later, a new teacher noticed his problem, and he was very attentive when he visited his home. It taught him to overcome difficulties, and helped him discover his own potential, so he could draw a good painting."

"Sounds good," Yang Yulang said, "I'll read it again when I have time."

After going to the study, Yang Yulang flipped through his several sets of papers, and the number of wrong questions has been decreasing. It seems that he has never slackened in his studies during this time, and Han Yunzhou's teaching achievements are also obvious.

"Yunzhou praised you." Yang Yulang looked at the notes he made and said, "More than once."

Jiang Cheng scratched his head in embarrassment, "I've been looking for him many times during this time, brother, how do you think I should thank him?"

"Take him to dinner." Yang Yulang said without thinking, "He's easy to pass, and the Beijing roast duck in the city center is his favorite."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng thought for a while, he knew about the Beijing Roast Duck in the city center, but it seemed that he couldn't afford that place, uh, it was a bit embarrassing.

Yang Yulang knew what he was thinking, and said with a smile: "Be in debt first, don't rush to thank, some favors are better in debt."

Jiang Cheng is a little unclear about this, but if the candidate is replaced by Yang Yulang himself, he will agree very much. It is best to keep owed the favors that are owed to him, so that there will always be a bond between the two. In the future, when he is capable enough You can invite him to eat and play every three days for the reason of repaying the favor. Of course, the favor is never exhausted, so even if he has someone else or the child's family around him in the future, I can still see him occasionally.

At that time, it would be a long-cherished wish to see each other.

Holding the pen in his hand, he pondered for a long time before saying: "Brother, I'm afraid I will never pay back the favor I owe you in this lifetime."

"How come?" Yang Yulang directly denied, "You are a talent, and what I lack the most is talent." He looked into Jiang Cheng's eyes, "I just want to ask, after you have learned something, are you willing to work in my companies? ?”

"Of course." Jiang Cheng said without hesitation, "I can't ask for it."

Yang Yulang smiled brightly, "Then you have to work hard, I have high demands on my subordinates."

"Well," Jiang Cheng assured himself and him, "I will do my best."

The next day, Jiang Cheng called Tang Yuan and said that after school he would visit him who had taken leave of absence and was lying dead at home.

Tang Yuan said: "No need, I'm fine, you go read your book."

"I'm leaving from Anhe's side, and I'm going to pack the fried noodles. You can't make it spicy, can you?"

"How can I eat without adding spicy food?" Tang Yuan immediately said, "Add more spicy food for me, add green onion and coriander." At the end, he added, "Hurry up, you're telling me I'm hungry."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

Tang Yuan got up from the bed, put on his coat and sat on the sofa in the living room. Not long after, he heard a knock on the door. He couldn't help but secretly rejoiced. He didn't expect Jiangcheng to be so fast.

Unexpectedly, when the door was opened, it was Zhuo Hai standing outside.

Zhuo Hai's face was dark, and as soon as the door opened, he punched Tang Yuan directly on the shoulder, affecting the wound on his chest, and Tang Yuan hissed twice in pain.

Zhuo Hai: "Why don't you hurt yourself to death? You're promising. Don't call me brother if you have something to do."

Tang Yuan smiled sheepishly: "Don't blame me for this matter, really, the incident happened suddenly, that's what Ah Cheng meant too." At such a time, the brothers are just using it to drag you into trouble.

If so, Zhuo Hai became even more furious when he heard this, "Call him over, I will ask him face to face if he still treats me as a brother."

"Ahem, no need to call, I'll be here soon."

When Jiang Cheng came, he met two faces, one black and one white. The moment Zhuo Hai saw him, he shot several eye knives, which made Jiang Cheng's cheeks hurt.

Before Jiang Cheng could open his mouth, Zhuo Hai barraged, "Who the hell are you? Brother Mao, look at your own face, and look at Tang Yuan's death, those who don't know think I'm dead."

Jiang Cheng ignored his anger, put the oil-splashed noodles and a few biscuits on the table, pulled up a chair and sat down, "Let's eat first, and we'll talk about these things after eating."

Zhuo Hai said angrily: "Eat your sister, speak clearly, brother recognize it or not, if you don't recognize me, leave immediately."

"Have you eaten the first bucket?" Jiang Cheng endured the pain in his heart, "This matter is not over yet, so don't worry about not having a chance to play?"

"What's going on here, let's explain clearly."

Jiang Cheng glanced at Tang Yuan with a headache, "Say what you say."

Speaking of which, this was originally Tang Yuan's business, so he explained the process without hesitation and stated that he would have a way to solve it in the future.

Zhuo Hai asked him, "What can you do?"

Thinking of the dead bald head, Tang Yuan snorted coldly: "I have a handle on him, I will go to him tomorrow, and I will definitely treat him to obedience."

"Let's go together." Zhuo Hai could not refuse.

"All right, all right," Tang Yuan knew that he was still angry, and there was nothing wrong with bringing more people around for this kind of thing, "Let's all go together."

Seeing that the two had reached a consensus, Jiang Cheng interrupted: "You can eat now, if you don't eat, you will starve to death."

Tang Yuan walked to the table, opened two copies, none of which were spicy, and immediately pulled his face: "Where's the chili pepper?"

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, "Be honest if you don't want the wound to get infected."

"Don't care." Tang Yuan got up and went to the kitchen to get chili sauce, but Zhuo Hai snatched it away, and he went to get a small bowl, and ordered, "Both of you give me two chopsticks each, and two biscuits for me. indivual."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng shared half with him, shook his head and said, "Here comes a food snatcher."

Tang Yuan ate the noodles without chili in depression, and watched the sand sculpture video on his mobile phone.

"Ding dong", when a message came in, Tang Yuan opened it and immediately dropped his chopsticks and shouted excitedly: "What's going on? The dead bald head was arrested?"

Jiangcheng Tang Yuan Qiqi looked at him: "Where is the news?"

Tang Yuan didn't have time to answer the two of them, so he immediately dialed a number and asked as soon as he got through, "Is the news true?"

The other party roughly explained, and after hanging up, Tang Yuan immediately said to the two: "My friend, who lives in the same block as Chen Bo with the bald head, said that he saw him arrested with his own eyes. The reason is that he was reported to be hiding drugs at home."

"Damn, is it true or not?" Zhuo Hai was puzzled, "I never heard that he was good at it."

"You can hear about this?" Tang Yuan said regretfully, "I haven't released my trump card yet, so why was I arrested at this time?"

Jiang Cheng asked him, "Who reported it?"

"How do I know this?" Tang Yuan said, "I heard it was anonymous, and I don't know if it's true or not about drug possession. Let's see the follow-up."

Jiang Cheng felt that this matter was a bit strange, the timing was a bit of a coincidence, and he was arrested just when he was arguing with him?

"Don't worry," Tang Yuan said, "Remember this hatred first, and let him look good when it comes out." After thinking for a while, he said, "His cousin, Sun Zhongming, is still active, so he dares to blackmail Blackmailing you? Go to him tomorrow to settle the score."

Zhuo Hai heard it: "This time you two dare to put me aside and try again?"

Tang Yuan cupped his fists: "Don't worry."

Jiang Cheng disagreed: "How good is it to fight? Keep going, can you manage your small shop well?" After a pause, he continued, "That guy is weak, he doesn't fight at all, he doesn't need you On the court, Tang Yuan could beat him all over the place with injuries.

Some time ago, Zhuo Hai raised some funds and opened a barbecue restaurant together with others, and the business was pretty good, but he slapped the table immediately after hearing this, jumped up and punched Jiang Cheng in the chest, "Damn you! Think of me as a brother, right?"

Jiang Cheng glared at him, "Who doesn't treat you as a brother anymore, isn't your shop very busy?"

"What are you busy with? I can still stay in the store after these things happen? Don't talk about me, listen to what Da Pan said for yourself?"

"Why did you tell Da Pan?"

Zhuo Hai ignored him, and turned on the voice directly, and Pan Jun's voice came from the phone: "Ah Cheng, you bastard, if you have something to say, everyone will talk about it together, did you rush me into the sewer?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, okay, I won't ask you to live broadcast and cut JJ next time when we charge into battle."

Zhuo Hai was so angry that he was amused by his words: "You said this, let me remember it clearly!"

Tang Yuan smirked for a while: "I will testify."

After eating, Zhuo Hai went back to prepare the ingredients for tomorrow, and Jiang Cheng also went back to the apartment. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Tang Yuan not to touch the wound with water, and to take good care of it.