Jiangxin Poplar
Chapter 32 The First Smoking
Yi Feng came out of a certain director's office, got in the car and called Yang Yulang: "It's done, I've listed a bunch of charges, I'm an adult, I'll just wait for the jail time."
Yang Yulang said a faint "hmm" on the phone, and then continued: "Let his father suffer a little bit too."
Yi Feng was not sure about this matter, so he asked, "To what extent?"
"Don't be soft," Yang Yulang said, "let him taste what it's like to be alone in the end."
Yi Feng ordered: "Understood."
It was already 11:30 when Jiang Cheng returned to the apartment from Tang Yuan's. When he entered the door, he saw Yang Yulang took a shower and was sitting at the desk in his nightgown, reading documents.He said hello, sat down on the other side of the desk, took out a pen and paper, and lowered his head to write.
The two of them were busy with each other in such a quiet way. It was not until Jiang Cheng finished his English homework that Yang Yulang turned his gaze away from the computer screen. He took Jiang Cheng's homework and flipped through it, and then picked up the composition he had written before and briefly read it. , looking at Jiangcheng's fonts that have changed in recent days, and after a few careful glances, he asked: "You didn't write this word well before, why have you started to change your style recently?"
Jiang Cheng raised his head from the math textbook and glanced at it, as if he just knew it, "Is there?" He didn't say that the word was completely influenced by his beautiful Xing Kai with his personal style, so it was always intentional or unintentional. are imitating.
Yang Yulang didn't realize that he was imitating his handwriting at all, so he opened his physics paper after commenting on the composition.
During these times, Jiang Cheng put his heart into reviewing the questions, and did not make those low-level mistakes before, and the English composition he just finished had few grammatical errors, and the writing was fluent, which was completely different from the beginning.
He is already on the normal track, and the next thing to do is to play to his own level.
After finishing his homework, Jiang Cheng took out his timetable, previewed what he was going to learn tomorrow, and then glanced at the time. It was one o'clock in the night again.
Yang Yulang slept for six or seven hours in the afternoon, and he didn't feel tired at all by now. He was seriously watching the relevant content of the new product launch conference.
Jiang Cheng stretched his waist, and heard Yang Yulang say without raising his head: "It's time to go to sleep."
"What about you?"
"I'll be late." She still didn't look up.
"Oh." Seeing his seriousness, Jiang Cheng originally wanted to do more sets of papers, but he hasn't slept much these days, and his heart still hurts from time to time, and he can't hold it anymore.
When he was about to turn around and go to the attic, Yang Yulang called him, and took out a set of Five Three from behind: "Someone from Yunzhou sent it, I almost forgot."
He was stunned.
Han Yunzhou, you are really my brother!
Yang Yulang put things on the table: "Tihai tactics are not suitable for you, just choose what you like."
Are you sure you choose what you like and not what you don't?Jiang Cheng thought to himself: I only like multiple-choice questions.The papers, textbooks, problem sets, and extracurricular readings he did before this were all given by Yang Yulang, and some papers were written by him himself, and the difficulty exceeded the provincial point, so he did endlessly. A stack, when I took it, I had the illusion of darkness in front of my eyes.
It wasn't over yet, Yang Yulang turned his head and picked up two more boxes from behind, and took a closer look, one box of Anshen Tonic and the other box, uh, walnuts.
Well!
Yang Yulang said lightly: "This was also sent by someone from Yunzhou."
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng's drowsiness seemed to disappear instantly.
Yang Yulang pointed to Anshen Bunao Liquid: "Since it's all here, don't let him down, drink one before going to bed."
Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say for a long time, and scratched his head: "Brother Zhou is really...I'll go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette first, and then drink when I come back."
It was the first time to smoke at Yang Yulang's place. He pushed open the glass door of the balcony and looked at all kinds of unknown potted plants and succulents in front of him, some of which were still blooming with small flowers, exuding wisps of fragrance late at night.The balcony wasn't that big, and it was mostly occupied by these flowers and plants. He glanced at it, and squatted down on the ground to take out the cigarette case.
Light one, take a deep breath and then slowly exhale, exhaling the indescribable feeling in my heart like a smoke ring.
Han Yunzhou never expressed his expectations for himself when making up lessons. Although he took this matter seriously, his relationship with him was not close, just like other teachers. I didn't expect him to care about me.
Before Yang Yulang appeared, in fact, he hadn’t received much recognition and concern for a long period of time. After studying hard and living hard since he changed his mood, it seemed that many things around him were developing for the better. I saw a motto in the book, "If the flowers are in full bloom, the breeze will come." Now that I think about it, this sentence is quite appropriate.
Anyway, this feeling is really good.
He was only halfway through smoking a cigarette when the glass door behind him was opened again. Looking back, Yang Yulang also came out. He walked to Jiang Cheng, looked down and squatted down.
"Give me one too."
Seeing that he was not joking, Jiang Cheng slowly took out one and handed it to him, "Do you know how to smoke?"
Yang Yulang said frankly: "No." He took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and before Jiang Cheng could take out the lighter, he leaned over and lit his own with the half-puffed one in his mouth.
The sudden approach made Jiang Cheng's whole body stiff, and he stared blankly at him as if he had been stabbed. He couldn't slow himself down until he lit the cigarette and returned to the original distance.
At the beginning when Yang Yulang came out, he thought that this brother might persuade him to quit smoking, but he never thought that he would become a smoker. Such a fairy figure on the cloud in his heart was brought into the mortal world by him.
A sense of guilt welled up in him.
Since it was the first time he smoked, it was inevitable to cough for a while. Thinking of this, he moved his fingers, ready to give Yang Yulang some comfort if he coughed.
But Yang Yulang took a breath very slowly, then parted his lips slightly and slowly exhaled the smoke without even coughing.
This guy is really careful not to advance too aggressively.
Yang Yulang felt it for a while before raising the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "It's almost as I imagined."
Jiang Cheng coughed dryly: "Why do you suddenly want to smoke this thing?"
"Seeing that you smoke very vigorously," Yang Yulang turned to look at him, "I just want to try what it feels like."
"Just try it once." Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered, "It's not a good thing either."
Yang Yulang took another breath and exhaled the smoke, and smiled at him in the dense smoke.
Under the dark night sky, the cold wind blows the coolness, the curling smoke, the faint fragrance of flowers on the tip of the nose, and the peerless face with a hazy smile in front of me...all these are so unreal, as if falling into a dream, with invisible tentacles.
"When did you start smoking?" Yang Yulang unskillfully dusted the soot into the flowerpot.
Jiang Cheng thought for a while: "Back in the third year of junior high school."
"Fifteen or sixteen years old," Yang Yulang looked at the night sky, "I also tried drinking for the first time when I was 15 years old."
"How does it feel?"
"I probably drank too much that day," Yang Yulang twitched his lips slightly, "I don't really remember what happened. The wine was brought by Yunzhou, and the alcohol was a bit high. The four of us drank a bottle and found out when we woke up. All asleep on the grass."
"Did you drink outside?"
"Yes, camping outside," Yang Yulang thought it was interesting when he recalled the past. "Actually, Wei An didn't drink too much. He saw that we were all sleeping outside, so he didn't want to go to the tent by himself."
Jiang Cheng imagined the scene of a few people sleeping on the ground, a little envious, "Have you guys always been on good terms?"
"Well, it's good." Yang Yulang paused and continued, "As long as the conflict of interest is handled properly, there is no problem in maintaining this friendship."
Jiang Cheng was puzzled: "Your four industries are completely different, so there is no competition, right? Is there any conflict of interest?"
Yang Yulang looked at him, his eyes seemed to draw a gap between the adult world and the child between the two.
Jiang Cheng was embarrassed and stopped asking.
Yang Yulang squatted with numb feet, said "Go back to sleep" and stood up. The moment he straightened up, his eyes turned black, and he almost lost his balance.
Jiang Cheng hurriedly got up to help him, "What's wrong?"
Yang Yulang pressed his shoulders to slowly see the world in front of him. He shook his head: "It's nothing, anemia, dizziness after squatting for a long time."
Seeing his pale face, Jiang Cheng suddenly asked, "Moderate or severe?" His mother Yan Ying fainted due to anemia the year before last, so he had a general understanding of it.
Yang Yulang paused for a moment before saying: "Moderate." Looking at Jiang Cheng's gloomy eyes, he said again, "It's true that my health has not been very good these years, and the anemia has been good and bad, but I pay attention to it. It’s also well taken care of, it won’t affect you, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
"Then go in quickly." Hearing what he said, Jiang Cheng guessed that he was downplaying the seriousness of the situation, so he stretched out his hand and pushed open the glass door, with one arm on his waist and the other on his shoulder.
Yang Yulang said helplessly, "There's no need to do this."
"Let's go." Jiang Cheng half-pushed and half-supported him to bring him inside, "Stop working, I'll help you go upstairs."
Yang Yulang looked towards the study, "There is still a contract that I haven't read."
"Let's see tomorrow." Jiang Cheng believed in his work efficiency, and also believed that he would definitely get up early tomorrow morning, so he was not worried that it would delay his work.
"Don't be in a hurry," Yang Yulang held his wrist that was supporting his shoulder, "It's time for you to take the medicine again, and by the way, I'll help you apply the medicine before going to bed."
"No need," Jiang Cheng looked at the wrist he was holding, but said, "I can handle it myself."
"You can't see where the injury is in the back," Yang Yulang said, "Even if you can see it, you may not be able to reach it."
Jiang Cheng still wanted to shirk, but Yang Yulang pushed him to sit on the sofa: "Where's the medicine?"
"Uh, it's in the schoolbag." He immediately stood up, "I'll get it." After taking the ointment back, he said, "You can help me apply the ointment on the back, and I can do the rest myself." If you let Yang Yulang apply the ointment , he was worried about skin contact, even if it was just the touch of his palms and fingertips, he could harden himself indistinctly. If he really hardened under his nose, it would be too embarrassing!
Yang Yulang said a faint "hmm" on the phone, and then continued: "Let his father suffer a little bit too."
Yi Feng was not sure about this matter, so he asked, "To what extent?"
"Don't be soft," Yang Yulang said, "let him taste what it's like to be alone in the end."
Yi Feng ordered: "Understood."
It was already 11:30 when Jiang Cheng returned to the apartment from Tang Yuan's. When he entered the door, he saw Yang Yulang took a shower and was sitting at the desk in his nightgown, reading documents.He said hello, sat down on the other side of the desk, took out a pen and paper, and lowered his head to write.
The two of them were busy with each other in such a quiet way. It was not until Jiang Cheng finished his English homework that Yang Yulang turned his gaze away from the computer screen. He took Jiang Cheng's homework and flipped through it, and then picked up the composition he had written before and briefly read it. , looking at Jiangcheng's fonts that have changed in recent days, and after a few careful glances, he asked: "You didn't write this word well before, why have you started to change your style recently?"
Jiang Cheng raised his head from the math textbook and glanced at it, as if he just knew it, "Is there?" He didn't say that the word was completely influenced by his beautiful Xing Kai with his personal style, so it was always intentional or unintentional. are imitating.
Yang Yulang didn't realize that he was imitating his handwriting at all, so he opened his physics paper after commenting on the composition.
During these times, Jiang Cheng put his heart into reviewing the questions, and did not make those low-level mistakes before, and the English composition he just finished had few grammatical errors, and the writing was fluent, which was completely different from the beginning.
He is already on the normal track, and the next thing to do is to play to his own level.
After finishing his homework, Jiang Cheng took out his timetable, previewed what he was going to learn tomorrow, and then glanced at the time. It was one o'clock in the night again.
Yang Yulang slept for six or seven hours in the afternoon, and he didn't feel tired at all by now. He was seriously watching the relevant content of the new product launch conference.
Jiang Cheng stretched his waist, and heard Yang Yulang say without raising his head: "It's time to go to sleep."
"What about you?"
"I'll be late." She still didn't look up.
"Oh." Seeing his seriousness, Jiang Cheng originally wanted to do more sets of papers, but he hasn't slept much these days, and his heart still hurts from time to time, and he can't hold it anymore.
When he was about to turn around and go to the attic, Yang Yulang called him, and took out a set of Five Three from behind: "Someone from Yunzhou sent it, I almost forgot."
He was stunned.
Han Yunzhou, you are really my brother!
Yang Yulang put things on the table: "Tihai tactics are not suitable for you, just choose what you like."
Are you sure you choose what you like and not what you don't?Jiang Cheng thought to himself: I only like multiple-choice questions.The papers, textbooks, problem sets, and extracurricular readings he did before this were all given by Yang Yulang, and some papers were written by him himself, and the difficulty exceeded the provincial point, so he did endlessly. A stack, when I took it, I had the illusion of darkness in front of my eyes.
It wasn't over yet, Yang Yulang turned his head and picked up two more boxes from behind, and took a closer look, one box of Anshen Tonic and the other box, uh, walnuts.
Well!
Yang Yulang said lightly: "This was also sent by someone from Yunzhou."
Seeing this, Jiang Cheng's drowsiness seemed to disappear instantly.
Yang Yulang pointed to Anshen Bunao Liquid: "Since it's all here, don't let him down, drink one before going to bed."
Jiang Cheng didn't know what to say for a long time, and scratched his head: "Brother Zhou is really...I'll go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette first, and then drink when I come back."
It was the first time to smoke at Yang Yulang's place. He pushed open the glass door of the balcony and looked at all kinds of unknown potted plants and succulents in front of him, some of which were still blooming with small flowers, exuding wisps of fragrance late at night.The balcony wasn't that big, and it was mostly occupied by these flowers and plants. He glanced at it, and squatted down on the ground to take out the cigarette case.
Light one, take a deep breath and then slowly exhale, exhaling the indescribable feeling in my heart like a smoke ring.
Han Yunzhou never expressed his expectations for himself when making up lessons. Although he took this matter seriously, his relationship with him was not close, just like other teachers. I didn't expect him to care about me.
Before Yang Yulang appeared, in fact, he hadn’t received much recognition and concern for a long period of time. After studying hard and living hard since he changed his mood, it seemed that many things around him were developing for the better. I saw a motto in the book, "If the flowers are in full bloom, the breeze will come." Now that I think about it, this sentence is quite appropriate.
Anyway, this feeling is really good.
He was only halfway through smoking a cigarette when the glass door behind him was opened again. Looking back, Yang Yulang also came out. He walked to Jiang Cheng, looked down and squatted down.
"Give me one too."
Seeing that he was not joking, Jiang Cheng slowly took out one and handed it to him, "Do you know how to smoke?"
Yang Yulang said frankly: "No." He took the cigarette and put it in his mouth, and before Jiang Cheng could take out the lighter, he leaned over and lit his own with the half-puffed one in his mouth.
The sudden approach made Jiang Cheng's whole body stiff, and he stared blankly at him as if he had been stabbed. He couldn't slow himself down until he lit the cigarette and returned to the original distance.
At the beginning when Yang Yulang came out, he thought that this brother might persuade him to quit smoking, but he never thought that he would become a smoker. Such a fairy figure on the cloud in his heart was brought into the mortal world by him.
A sense of guilt welled up in him.
Since it was the first time he smoked, it was inevitable to cough for a while. Thinking of this, he moved his fingers, ready to give Yang Yulang some comfort if he coughed.
But Yang Yulang took a breath very slowly, then parted his lips slightly and slowly exhaled the smoke without even coughing.
This guy is really careful not to advance too aggressively.
Yang Yulang felt it for a while before raising the corner of his mouth slightly and said, "It's almost as I imagined."
Jiang Cheng coughed dryly: "Why do you suddenly want to smoke this thing?"
"Seeing that you smoke very vigorously," Yang Yulang turned to look at him, "I just want to try what it feels like."
"Just try it once." Jiang Cheng's eyes flickered, "It's not a good thing either."
Yang Yulang took another breath and exhaled the smoke, and smiled at him in the dense smoke.
Under the dark night sky, the cold wind blows the coolness, the curling smoke, the faint fragrance of flowers on the tip of the nose, and the peerless face with a hazy smile in front of me...all these are so unreal, as if falling into a dream, with invisible tentacles.
"When did you start smoking?" Yang Yulang unskillfully dusted the soot into the flowerpot.
Jiang Cheng thought for a while: "Back in the third year of junior high school."
"Fifteen or sixteen years old," Yang Yulang looked at the night sky, "I also tried drinking for the first time when I was 15 years old."
"How does it feel?"
"I probably drank too much that day," Yang Yulang twitched his lips slightly, "I don't really remember what happened. The wine was brought by Yunzhou, and the alcohol was a bit high. The four of us drank a bottle and found out when we woke up. All asleep on the grass."
"Did you drink outside?"
"Yes, camping outside," Yang Yulang thought it was interesting when he recalled the past. "Actually, Wei An didn't drink too much. He saw that we were all sleeping outside, so he didn't want to go to the tent by himself."
Jiang Cheng imagined the scene of a few people sleeping on the ground, a little envious, "Have you guys always been on good terms?"
"Well, it's good." Yang Yulang paused and continued, "As long as the conflict of interest is handled properly, there is no problem in maintaining this friendship."
Jiang Cheng was puzzled: "Your four industries are completely different, so there is no competition, right? Is there any conflict of interest?"
Yang Yulang looked at him, his eyes seemed to draw a gap between the adult world and the child between the two.
Jiang Cheng was embarrassed and stopped asking.
Yang Yulang squatted with numb feet, said "Go back to sleep" and stood up. The moment he straightened up, his eyes turned black, and he almost lost his balance.
Jiang Cheng hurriedly got up to help him, "What's wrong?"
Yang Yulang pressed his shoulders to slowly see the world in front of him. He shook his head: "It's nothing, anemia, dizziness after squatting for a long time."
Seeing his pale face, Jiang Cheng suddenly asked, "Moderate or severe?" His mother Yan Ying fainted due to anemia the year before last, so he had a general understanding of it.
Yang Yulang paused for a moment before saying: "Moderate." Looking at Jiang Cheng's gloomy eyes, he said again, "It's true that my health has not been very good these years, and the anemia has been good and bad, but I pay attention to it. It’s also well taken care of, it won’t affect you, so you don’t have to worry about it.”
"Then go in quickly." Hearing what he said, Jiang Cheng guessed that he was downplaying the seriousness of the situation, so he stretched out his hand and pushed open the glass door, with one arm on his waist and the other on his shoulder.
Yang Yulang said helplessly, "There's no need to do this."
"Let's go." Jiang Cheng half-pushed and half-supported him to bring him inside, "Stop working, I'll help you go upstairs."
Yang Yulang looked towards the study, "There is still a contract that I haven't read."
"Let's see tomorrow." Jiang Cheng believed in his work efficiency, and also believed that he would definitely get up early tomorrow morning, so he was not worried that it would delay his work.
"Don't be in a hurry," Yang Yulang held his wrist that was supporting his shoulder, "It's time for you to take the medicine again, and by the way, I'll help you apply the medicine before going to bed."
"No need," Jiang Cheng looked at the wrist he was holding, but said, "I can handle it myself."
"You can't see where the injury is in the back," Yang Yulang said, "Even if you can see it, you may not be able to reach it."
Jiang Cheng still wanted to shirk, but Yang Yulang pushed him to sit on the sofa: "Where's the medicine?"
"Uh, it's in the schoolbag." He immediately stood up, "I'll get it." After taking the ointment back, he said, "You can help me apply the ointment on the back, and I can do the rest myself." If you let Yang Yulang apply the ointment , he was worried about skin contact, even if it was just the touch of his palms and fingertips, he could harden himself indistinctly. If he really hardened under his nose, it would be too embarrassing!
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