Jiangxin Poplar

Jiang Cheng lay half prone on the sofa and asked Yang Yulang to apply medicine to his back.

To apply the medicine, you need to maintain a certain strength and rub it evenly to promote absorption. There are many bruises and purple spots on his back. Yang Yulang can make him twitch in pain with a little force, but he is very tolerant, no matter how painful it is. Not a sound came out.

Yang Yulang knew that he had been gritting his teeth and enduring it all the time, so his movements became more gentle, sliding his fingertips over the hot skin and kneading in circles again and again.

Jiang Cheng suddenly discovered that the pain gradually disappeared, and the senses of sight, hearing, touch, and smell were all magnified multiple times. In the vision, it was the corner of Yang Yulang's nightgown that he could see with his eyes down; the hearing was the sound of Yang Yulang's breathing and heartbeat; the sense of touch came from All the movements of Yang Yulang's fingertips on his back; the sense of smell is the faint fragrance after bathing from his body.

He heard the sound of his heart beating faster, and then his whole body began to feel hot, and the blood quickly gathered in one place...

Uh, it's over!

What I said at the beginning is like calm water, no distracting thoughts, no other distractions, it's useless, why don't you just take medicine, why don't you just rub your back, this hasn't touched your neck and chest yet, why is the little brother coming out in such a hurry to join in the fun?

"Okay." As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiang Cheng realized that his voice was a little hoarse.

"Are you sure you don't need my help elsewhere?"

"No, I really don't need it." Jiang Cheng took back the ointment from his hand, "Go to sleep quickly, I'll do it myself."

Yang Yulang stood up, "Then I'll pour you a glass of water and take your medicine."

"I applied the medicine and poured it myself," Jiang Cheng said without tears, "Go to sleep, really, leave me alone."

"I have a few words to ask you." Yang Yulang didn't leave, but sat down again, "Don't lie on your stomach, answer me while applying medicine."

Lying in a trough!Why didn't you ask when you just took the medicine?

"Me, me, me, I'll lie down for a while and let it absorb." Jiang Cheng tried not to look at him, "If you have any questions, why don't you ask them tomorrow, you see it's so late now."

"Just a question or two."

Jiang Cheng immediately said: "Then you say it."

Yang Yulang took out a tissue and slowly wiped off the ointment left on his fingers, and asked, "How could your father hit you so hard?"

With such a serious and serious question, Jiang Cheng was speechless at once.

"Do you hate him?" Yang Yulang thought for a while, then changed the phrase, "Or do you want to stay away from him?"

Jiang Cheng glanced back at him, then immediately turned his gaze back, thought for a moment before saying, "Hate, I've been praying for my mother to divorce him every day since I was sensible."

Hearing this, Yang Yulang threw away the tissue to wipe his hands, stood up and said, "I'm going to bed first, you should get it done as soon as possible and go to rest."

Seeing the back of him going upstairs, Jiang Cheng's mind full of desires increased a bit, and there was no sign of suppressing it because of the brief conversation just now.

After taking the medicine in a hurry, I still have to meet my physiological needs.

In the next few days, Yang Yulang was busy with the new product launch, Jiang Cheng went home, Yan Ying was not there, and Jiang Chi didn't know where to go to play games, Jiang Qingli and a bunch of poker friends were at home, the smell of tobacco and alcohol filled everyone In the corner, he entered the room, took two pieces of clothes and left immediately, not wanting to stay any longer.The old man has become more and more disregarded of his family these days. In the past, even if there were endless quarrels at home, he would not bring people home for a game of poker every day. Now the house is full of smog, and even cockroaches don't want to stay longer.

Forget it, don't go back at all, out of sight is out of mind.

Dabai's gang didn't come to make trouble again, Jiang Qingli thought he had already dealt with it, so he didn't bother to ask again, but he didn't know that when they went to find Dabai's troublesome cousin Sun Zhongming two days ago, they didn't find anyone. He was going back to his own side to deal with the store business, it seemed that the industry and commerce came to him.

Zhuo Hai looked depressed: "Why is there no chance for me to play?"

Tang Yuan also wondered: "How did it go so smoothly? God is helping us."

Jiang Cheng shook his coat: "Remember it first, and then I'll take it easy with them later."

In school, during recess, Jiang Cheng lay on the table and looked at his phone, and clicked on the news section to find the news about Huarong Jewelry's new product launch.

The lineup of the press conference was very strong. Twenty or thirty international models were invited to wear the latest season's new design products on the catwalk. Major media TV stations and industry giants were invited to the conference.

He wasn't interested in anything else, he rummaged through the parts describing Yang Yulang and the photos of him, looking at them one by one, carefully and carefully, not letting go of any change in his expression, and then returning to save the pictures after reading them.

The front table turned around to interrupt his rhythm of looking at the photos: "Brother Cheng, please do something to me!"

"What's the matter?"

He approached secretly, and said in a low voice: "I've fallen in love with a girl in the class next door, please help me write a love letter in English to her!"

"Why do you write love letters in English, pretending to be aggressive?"

"correct."

"I'm not free." Jiang Cheng continued to look at the photos without looking up.

"Don't worry, big brother, no matter how you say it, I will help you once for the sake of providing you with books and pens and ink services every day. If it becomes an invitation to treat you to a seafood feast."

Seafood dinner, this sounds very tempting.

Jiang Cheng swiped his pen immediately: "Success, I'll write it for you, and you can copy it after you finish writing it."

"Got it!"

Nowadays, writing something in English is almost as good as writing, and it didn't take long to write a page in a profuse manner, and I could turn over the back and continue writing.

After taking over from the front desk, I looked at many places for a while but didn't see what was written. I turned around and asked, "Brother, can you learn from the scarlet letters on the paper, who can recognize what you wrote?"

Jiang Cheng looked at his own handwriting, then looked at Yang Yulang's red pen marking on the paper on the table, and asked in a rare questioning tone: "You said I can write such a handwriting now that I start practicing?"

The front table paused: "Don't practice, just tell me what this word is?"

"affection, open your little eyes to see clearly! Don't make me copy wrong and embarrass myself." He pulled the paper angrily, and said in his heart, "You think I can't write such words, but I just wrote it for you .”

In fact, he has been imitating Yang Yulang's handwriting for some time. Of course, it is not easy to change the established style at this time, but he believes that in time, he will be able to match him.

After school that day, Tang Yuan came to look for him.

"Go to my place, my mother made pickle cakes today."

The pickled vegetable cakes made by Tang Yuan's mother are truly unique. He knows that Jiangcheng loves them, so every time he makes them, he will ask him to eat them together.

Sure enough, as soon as Jiangcheng was mentioned, he agreed without hesitation.

"Do you ride a bike?" The motorcycle in Jiangcheng has been repaired several times, and it is basically scrapped, and he is too lazy to ride a bicycle.

Tang Yuan threw up the key of the electric car in his hand: "You take me, the wound has healed up a lot these days, but it still hurts to move."

"Okay," Jiang Cheng took the key, "Is our mother's cake in the pan? I can still catch up with the hot ones by riding faster."

"Jiangcheng, you are really good," Tang Yuan gave him a contemptuous look, "If you have milk, you are a mother!"

When the two arrived home, they grabbed a cake from the dining table without bothering to wash their hands. Tang Yuan took a bite and suddenly jumped up: "Hot, hot, hot..."

Tang's mother came out of the kitchen with a spatula and took a look: "You are just greedy, there are a lot of them here, can't you eat slowly?" Looking at Jiang Cheng again, "Ah Cheng, auntie made a lot today, you should eat more. Take a few dollars back to your mother later."

"Well," Jiang Cheng said vaguely while eating, "Thank you, Auntie."

Not long after, two plates full of more than a dozen pickled vegetable cakes entered their stomachs. Tang Yuan rubbed his round belly and watched his mother put another plate on the table. Go to Brother Lang? Do you want to bring him two to try?"

"I don't know if he's here," Jiang Cheng took out his phone, "I'll send a message to ask."

Not long after the message here, Yang Yulang came back.

Tang Yuan moved his head closer: "It's back, what do you say?"

"He said he has already returned to the apartment," Jiang Cheng glanced at the cakes on the table, and said loudly to Tang's mother in the kitchen, "Auntie, I'm not going home, I have to make up lessons, just bring two to my tutor."

Tang Ma took a paper bag and put five in it, "Bring more, your mentor has done a lot, let him eat more."

Tang Yuan often talked about Jiang Cheng with her at home. Not only did she know that he had obtained a great tutor, but she also knew that his grades improved steadily every time. With a proud face, he told his mother how much Jiangcheng had improved and how many opponents he had crushed, so that he might be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

Jiang Cheng thanked him, went out with pickled vegetable cakes, and rode Tang Yuan's electric scooter, "I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

Tang Yuan waved his hand, "Go."

Jiang Cheng put the biscuit in his clothes, zipped it up and went to the apartment as quickly as possible, and took it out while it was still warm, so he excitedly took it to the small study and handed it to Yang Yulang: "Taste it while it's hot, this biscuit is delicious. "

"I've eaten." Having said that, Yang Yulang still took the bag from him.

"Just try one, it's really delicious, it's made by Tang Yuan's mother."

Seeing Jiang Cheng's expectant eyes, Yang Yulang couldn't bear to let him down, so he took out one and took a bite.

"How about it?"

"Yeah," Yang Yulang chewed it very gracefully, "It's very fragrant."

Jiang Cheng grinned contentedly, watching him eat the whole pie before preparing for today's task in a happy mood.

In the past few days, he had accumulated many problems to ask for advice, so he pulled the chair inside and sat side by side with Yang Yulang, and first showed him a composition he had written.

He reads the composition on the other side, and on the other side he opens a May [-]rd book and starts to do the questions.

Before finishing the two questions, Yang Yulang had already read his composition. Pointing to the ending, he said, "This ending doesn't summarize well enough, and the key points of the story are biased. You see..." When it came to the middle part of the quotation, he Remembering that there were some materials on the bookshelf at the back for reference, he half- got up and took out a book from the back, opened it, and found the content and handed it to Jiang Cheng, "These contents can be properly quoted to fit the topic better, and there is another book, I will also bring it to you. Take a look."

He half got up and took it from the bookshelf again, and before sitting down, he opened it and found the place he saw before and pointed it out to Jiang Cheng. Caibing's lips were still slightly oily, moist and plump, and they were so close that they could stick to those two lips with a slight lift of the chin.

At this moment, not only did he think so, but he also did so, his brain completely lost track of his actions.