Jiangxin Poplar

This summer vacation, Jiangcheng has a lot of filming work, and Yanying at home has a little cough these days, so he has to go back often to help take care of his grandfather, coupled with high-intensity studies, he is so busy that he is too busy.

He didn't get any news about Yang Yulang's party, but he didn't see anything unusual about Yang Yulang, so he temporarily put Cong Weijin behind him, but every time he thinks of the word "Jin Rushi", his liver hurts .

This day, he went home after filming and stared at Yan Ying, took medicine, wiped his grandfather's body, cleaned up the filth, and washed all kinds of clothes. It was already ten o'clock in the evening when he arrived at the apartment, but Yang Yulang hadn't come back yet.

He huddled in the study and did two hours of questions. He looked at the time and thought that Yang Yulang should be staying at home tonight.

He took a bath absent-mindedly, climbed up to the attic absent-mindedly, lay on the bed and watched the dark night, obviously very tired and sleepy but unable to fall asleep.

After tossing and turning in bed for almost an hour, he heard noises from downstairs.

Yang Yulang is back?

He quickly got up from the bed, went to the ladder and slid down, leaned on the railing and looked down, it was really him.

"Why haven't you slept yet?" Yang Yulang took off his coat and looked up at him.

"Not sleepy." Jiang Cheng strode down the stairs, "Why don't you stay at home when you come back so late?"

"The party was at the hotel, and I came back directly after the end. The villa is farther away." Yang Yulang took off his coat and was unbuttoning his shirt.

Jiang Cheng stared at his hands, "Shall I pour you a glass of water?"

"No need," Yang Yulang took off his shirt and walked to the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower."

Seeing him enter the bathroom, Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa, after thinking about it, he went to pour a glass of lemonade and put it on the coffee table.

Yang Yulang came out of the shower and saw Jiang Cheng was still there, and came over to see the lemonade on the coffee table.

"What, do you have something to tell me?"

Jiang Cheng: "It's easy to get dry mouth after taking a shower, drink some water before going to bed."

Yang Yulang: "Thank you!"

Jiang Cheng went back to sleep, he was really tired these days.

Yang Yulang went to the balcony to enjoy the summer night breeze, and remembered what Weijin had said to him when he found him on the phone from Weijin at the party a few days ago.

Cong Weijin said, "I regret it."

Yang Yulang twitched the corner of his mouth when he heard this, and snorted coldly.

Today, Yang Yulang received a message from Wei Jin:

"At seven o'clock tomorrow night, come to the Luoying Guild Hall, I have something for you."

Yang Yulang, who was in a meeting at the time, saw the message and ignored it. He glanced at it and threw the phone on the table.

After returning to the apartment the next day, when he was eating alone, he remembered again. He took out his phone and looked at it for a while, but then asked Aunt Li who untied her apron, "Hasn't Jiang Cheng come over for dinner recently?"

He is very busy these days, rarely going back to the apartment for dinner, and rarely seeing Jiang Cheng.

Aunt Li nodded: "Yes, it seems that there is something at home."

Yang Yulang was silent for a while, thinking about something, he didn't reply to Cong Weijin's message, he looked at the clock, the appointed time had already passed, but he still went out and drove to the Luoying Guild Hall.

The Luoying Club is actually a high-end club, a serious place that business people like.

But as soon as Yang Yulang went there, he saw an extremely unscrupulous scene.

The door of the private room was slightly open, I thought Cong Weijin was the only one, but there were quite a few people inside.

"A duck is a duck, even if I put on a gold-haired coat, you are still a duck, and you still want to climb the dragon bed, hahaha, come here, brother, I will give you a mirror to see what you look like... ..."

Yang Yulang felt nauseous for a moment, and almost subconsciously took a step back, but then he pushed the door open again.

Several people in the box looked up at the same time, and they all recognized that it was Yang Yulang, the boss of Huarong, who was sitting on the side in a relaxed posture. When Wei Jin saw him, surprise flashed in his eyes, and there was a hint of panic.

Yang Yulang took a glance, and there were a few rich second generations sitting on the sofa, and a handsome but pale young man in blue clothes stood beside him, he must be the person who was ridiculed and insulted.

"That's right," Yang Yulang said lightly, "Scum is scum, even if you wear gold clothes and sleep on the dragon bed, you are still a scum who can only play with other people's feelings."

At first the young man thought he was scolding himself, but after listening to it, he realized that it was the sitting people who were scolding, and he was a little stunned for a while.

Several people also froze when they heard the words, but the uninvited guest in front of them was at least two rich fathers who were sitting, including the one who just uttered the unreasonable words, so no one dared to refute for a while.

Cong Weijin smoothed things over: "Just kidding." He waved his hand and let the young man in blue leave the box first, then stood up and introduced to Yang Yulang, "These are friends, come on, Yulang, let me introduce you one time……"

"No need," Yang Yulang said coldly, "You know the purpose of my coming here."

Everyone here knows that the two generations of the Cong family and the Yang family have always had a good relationship, but they don't know why Yang Yulang's attitude is today?

Although Cong Weijin was a little embarrassed, her face was watertight, and no one could see anything. She still looked at Yang Yulang with a smile, "I know." He turned to his friends, "You guys are just playing, I'm sorry." After finishing speaking He walked out of the box first, followed by Yang Yulang.

The few people in the back looked at each other, none of them understood why, only the rich second generation who was bumped into and ridiculed by Yang Yulang had a very ugly face, wondering if this would cause any trouble for his company.

"I've been waiting for two hours." Cong Weijin waited for Yang Yulang to approach, looked around and said, "I thought you wouldn't come."

Yang Yulang ignored him.

"I'm sorry," Cong Weijin apologized, "They are always like this, I have some projects to cooperate with them, so..."

"No need to explain." Yang Yulang said coldly, "It's none of my business."

Cong Weijin was helpless, "I just hope they don't affect your mood," paused, "I'm really glad you can come."

They went to the parking lot, and Weijin opened the car door to invite Yang Yulang to get in the car.

Yang Yulang stopped a few steps away from him: "Give me the things."

From Weijin's visual observation of the distance between the two of them several times and Yang Yulang's refusal to see others, the hurt in his eyes could not be concealed: "Yulang, can you stop being so estranged?"

Cong Weijin is four years older than him. Yang Yulang has called him brother with Cong Wei'an since he was a child, and this person has shown his extraordinary talent since he was a child. He is as good at learning, decisive and intelligent. He is a role model for all major families to educate their children by coming up with ideas to help the family survive the financial crisis, and he is nearly 13 meters tall and has a handsome face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. All in awe of him.

I don't know if it's the tradition of the Cong family, the two brothers of the Cong family are the cold and arrogant type, even the best friends are reluctant to show more expressions.But these two people are different only to Yang Yulang. In his youth, Cong Weijin gave him almost all his smiles and tenderness, and Cong Wei'an was the only one who could open his heart to Yang Yulang.

Seeing that Yang Yulang still refused to lift his foot, Cong Weijin called out: "Alang—" his voice was soft, but his call, which was always tough, still contained a faint pleading.

Yang Yulang's heart moved, but there was still no emotion on his face, he just said coldly, "Where are you taking me?"

Seeing that Yang Yulang's attitude had softened, Weijin was overjoyed, but she answered the question: "It won't take you a long time."

He had something to say to himself, Yang Yulang knew this very well, and he wanted to hear what he had to say, so he didn't refuse this time and got into the car.

After Weijin grabbed the steering wheel and drove away from the parking lot, gradually getting away from the hustle and bustle, he turned his head to look at Yang Yulang, "I didn't expect you to speak so directly now."

What he said was of course Yang Yulang's words against the second generation of the rich, which is indeed a little bit for a businessman. In the past, under the earnest teaching of his family, he was neither sad nor happy in his life, and he never showed his emotions No matter who or what he is facing, he is calm and mature, and never blames anyone in public. For this reason, Cong Weijin used to tease him for being too old and too young. boring.

Yang Yulang didn't speak, still looking out the window.

"I'm getting a divorce." Cong Weijin said this again after a long time.

Yang Yulang finally looked at him in surprise after hearing this sentence, but he only glanced at him: "Oh."

From Wei Jin's perspective, his reaction was very frustrated: "You guessed it a long time ago?"

"Yeah." Yang Yulang remained indifferent.

This conversation cannot continue.

All the way to the destination in silence, when he got out of the car, Yang Yulang realized that he brought him to his private villa.

"I brought you here before, remember?"

How could he not remember what the two of them did when they came here? Yang Yulang will never forget in his life, and he finally knows why Cong Weijin brought him here.

Following him into the villa, Weijin took off his coat and went to get a bottle of red wine and two glasses. He poured wine into both glasses and served them to Yang Yulang who was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking out at the garden.

Yang Yulang didn't reach out to take it, so Cong Weijin had no choice but to hold it in his hand, standing beside him and looking out the window together.

"It's been these years that I realized that I was really wrong." Cong Weijin looked away with sadness, "It's been ten years. Surrounding my wife and children, I can't...not think about you."

A wave of fluctuation flashed in Yang Yulang's eyes, and he quickly regained his composure: "We are all adults, and you have to bear the consequences when you make a choice."

Cong Weijin smiled sadly: "Yes, I have already tasted the bitter fruit. There is no love between husband and wife, and there is no support for family interests, so I can't make it go on." He lowered his head, "She has someone outside."

His head was green. From Weijin, he couldn't tell whether he was more angry or more sad, but when he brought up the matter with his wife and filed for divorce, he felt a faint sense of relief deep in his heart.

He drank the wine in his glass: "I know, I'm not qualified to come back to you, but—"

Yang Yulang interrupted him: "I don't want to hear you say this."

Cong Weijin remained silent for a while, then turned around and poured himself a full glass of wine, and stood in front of the long table watching Yang Yulang's back in silence.

"Do you like him?" Weijin asked, "That high school student, do you like him?" He has been following Yang Yulang, so he is very clear about Jiang Cheng's appearance until now.

A butterfly flies past the floor-to-ceiling windows, fluttering its colorful wings under the warm yellow light.

Yang Yulang stared at the direction where the butterfly disappeared, and replied, "I like it."

Since Weijin sighed, he had already guessed it, he leaned against the edge of the table: "He likes you too?"

Yang Yulang: "Yes."

Cong Weijin: "Are you two together?"

Yang Yulang: "It's none of your business."

Cong Weijin approached him: "Yulang—"

Yang Yulang didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and directly asked the purpose of the trip: "What do you want to give me?"

Cong Weijin was sad, and turned around and entered the study after a long time.

There is a model ship about one meter long on the desk in the study.

As soon as Yang Yulang saw the model, he stopped in his tracks. It took him more than two months to complete the work. The parts were small and complicated, and the assembly was extremely difficult. Wei Jin helped a lot, so Yang Yulang always regarded this work as the joint work of the two.

He walked slowly to the desk, caressed the hull of the ship as he did when he made this model for the first time, and his mood was as difficult to calm down as seeing a child who had been separated for many years.

Before he saw it, he had almost forgotten that there was such a thing, and that there was such a period of relative days.

It has been ten years, and the model has hardly changed from that year, which shows that Weijin has preserved it very well.

Yang Yulang's heart fluctuated violently at the beginning, then gradually eased down, and then gradually turned into heart-wrenching sadness. He forced himself not to look at Cong Weijin's eyes that exuded strong expectations and deep emotions.

He stretched out his hands to hold the model, turned around and said, "I'm leaving."

"Yulang," Cong Weijin stretched out his hand to grab his wrist in a hurry, "You just left?"

Yang Yulang didn't look at him, but said, "What else do you want to say?"

Cong Weijin muttered, a sentence was stuck in her throat and she didn't know how to express it so as not to make him angry, but she didn't loose her grip on his wrist at all.

Seeing Yang Yulang's impatient expression appear again, he finally let go: "I just want to say, I'm sorry."

Yang Yulang didn't ask him what he was sorry for, and walked out of the study as soon as he let go.

Yi Feng sat on the driver's seat and waited outside the door. When he saw Yang Yulang coming out holding the model, he immediately opened the car door and went up to him.

"Shall I hold it for you? Put it in the trunk?"

Yang Yulang didn't speak, he walked to the trash can and paused, staring at the dark grove in front of him under the night, after a long time he looked down at the model in his hand, without any further hesitation, Feishou threw it into the trash can.

"Bang bang" twice, he heard the sound of the model breaking.

Cong Weijin who came out from behind: "..."

Since Weijin was still in shock, Yang Yulang got into the car and drove away.