Jiangxin Poplar

The model was destroyed, and the last thin thread of the past in the depths of my heart was snapped.

Yang Yulang leaned on the seat, staring at the lights outside the car window. The model is a lead, pulling out some things that he has gradually forgotten or buried in his heart over the years. , It's like past life and present life.

He thought he had let go of it long ago, but now the faint impatience clearly told himself that he hadn't completely let go of that period of the past.

After all, he really liked Cong Weijin very much!

His thoughts turned and flew, and he let himself sink and float in the memories, frowning and relaxing between his brows.

Yang Yulang was only 17 years old when the relationship was confirmed.

The Yang family and the Cong family were family friends, and both parents saw Cong Weijin's ability and knowledge. Yang Chongyuan wanted to let Cong Weijin mention his son, so he asked Yang Yulang to learn from Cong Weijin several times during the dinner.

Every time at this time, Cong Weijin always smiled and said: "Yu Lang is a talented person, there is no need to learn from me."

Congfu waved his hand when he heard the words: "Don't be overly modest, it's because Yulang is smart, smart people can collide with each other more sparks, besides, not only teach him one, but my brother Wei'an also needs to be reminded. "

Yang Chongyuan echoed: "Yes, let's teach together."

The two parents reached a consensus, no matter whether Cong Weijin and Yang Yulang wanted it or not, they would start spending two hours at Cong's house every day.

Although it was agreed that one would teach two, since Wei'an's time, he loves to play and is addicted to playing with cars. He often sneaks out to play, and even asks his brother and Yang Yulang to help him cover.

As soon as he left, only he and Yang Yulang were left in Weijin's personal study.

Yang Yulang has always admired Cong Weijin, so when he was with him, he studied seriously and focused, and his attitude and thinking were extremely correct and rigorous.

When the three of them were together, the atmosphere was normal, purely professional learning, but when Wei An was not around, the atmosphere would be different, and Yang Yulang didn't realize the reason at first.

He lowered his head to write, and Cong Weijin would reach out and stroke his forehead lightly, saying that it was dusty.The villa is sanitized every day, and the floor is wiped clean, where does the dust come from?But Yang Yulang didn't think much about it, he said it was there.

He plays the piano, Cong Weijin sits next to him, plays with his four hands, or teaches him when he hears something wrong, but in fact, it only takes one sentence, but Cong Weijin insists on holding his hand teach.

The aunt brought up snacks for the two of them. When he watched Yang Yulang eat and drink soup, he would suddenly reach out to wipe the soup stains off his mouth. Obviously he could pass a tissue or just say it, but he likes to do it every time.

He had been sitting for a long time, and Cong Weijin would stand behind him caringly, rub his shoulders and press his shoulders and neck, tell him to combine work and rest, and then let Yang Yulang play Scrabble or chat with him.

As time went on, Weijin got closer and closer to him, and often put his shoulders and necks in a very intimate way, or sat on the sofa and leaned directly on his shoulders.

Cong Wei'an gradually realized that the two were closer than himself, he looked at Cong Weijin dissatisfied: "Who is the real brother?" Then he turned to Yang Yulang, "Who is your best buddy?"

After all, he didn't really take it to heart.

One day, Cong Weijin came back from drinking outside, instead of going back to the bedroom, he went to the study, where there was a tatami mat, on which he lay.

Yang Yulang poured water for him, and asked him if he needed hangover soup, and asked his aunt to cook a bowl if he needed it.

Cong Weijin looked at him with blurred eyes, didn't say yes or no, just stared at him.

Yang Yulang felt terrified at the sight, but just as he was about to turn around, he was pulled forcefully by a sudden hand, unsteady on his feet, and threw himself on Weijin.

Cong Weijin hugged him tightly, breathing heavily on his ears, numb and itchy.

Yang Yulang wanted to get up, but Weijin refused to let him go, and whispered in his ear: "Yulang, I'm not in a good mood, please stay with me for a while."

Yang Yulang struggled to get up: "I don't want to leave, let me go."

"No," Cong Weijin hugged him more tightly, "Just stay with me like this for a while."

Yang Yulang was accused of being trained as Huarong's heir since he was born. Yang Chongyuan was extremely strict with him and asked him to develop the aura that a leader should have. Regardless of how old he is, he was not allowed to cry when he was wronged, but he was told over and over again that a man must be strong, and that he bleeds, sweats and does not shed tears. Therefore, in his life for 17 years, he only studied and studied, without entertainment or games. However, his friends are limited to the rich kids in the circle. Although there are countless girls chasing him at school, he has never really come into contact with them.

Most of the time, the first sign of love is ruthlessly snuffed out by his father. He has plans for Yang Yulang's future marriage and life, and he has already made plans to send Yang Yulang to study abroad when he is full. He wholeheartedly trains his own son to be a perfect successor in the future. people.

Yang Chongyuan never thought about whether this is the life his son wanted. Is it right to do so? From the beginning to the end, he stubbornly asked Yang Yulang to follow his life path according to his setting, and controlled him almost morbidly. Before that, it can be said that she was completely uninitiated, and she was in a state of pure ignorance about feelings.

He didn't know why Huihui Cong Weijin's casual teasing would make his heart beat faster, and he didn't know why Cong Weijin hugged him like this would make his heart beat like a drum, almost suffocating.

In fact, since Wei Jin didn't drink much, the two were so close to each other, he quickly felt the change in Yang Yulang, and this change made him very excited, so he hugged him even tighter.

Yang Yulang buried his face in his chest in embarrassment, the more he struggled, the more Weijin refused to let him get up.

After hugging for a long time, Cong Weijin felt that Yang Yulang's rationality would be overwhelmed if he continued to hug him, so he let go of him. As soon as he let go, Yang Yulang fled in despair. When he ran out, he bumped into the aunt who was going upstairs because of nervousness.

Since then, Weijin's actions towards him have become more and more daring. Sometimes Yang Yulang would unscrupulously half-hug Yang Yulang's waist from behind while sitting in front of the computer and reading materials.

One night, there was a violent storm, and although the two families were not far away, Cong Weijin insisted on letting him stay here overnight, and even called Yang Chongyuan to report.

The torrential rain was raging outside the window, but the room was lit with warm yellow lamps. Cong Wei'an yawned a few times, and said to Yang Yulang, "It's almost there, let's go, I'll get you a set of pajamas."

Yang Yulang closed the page and said good night to Cong Weijin.

Cong Weijin smiled harmlessly, his brows and eyes were full of tenderness.

Yang Yulang took a shower in the guest room, put on the pajamas he brought from Wei An, lay down on the bed and turned off the lights.

The cold wind was howling outside the window, the raindrops were beating against the windowpane, and the crackling sound made Yang Yulang unable to fall asleep at all.He pressed his heart, there was some restlessness coming from nowhere.

In fact, this restlessness has started since Weijin hugged him tightly on the tatami that day, and it has been increasing day by day.

He tossed and turned many times but couldn't relieve the restlessness that could not be relieved, and felt that the sound of raindrops outside the window was too annoying, so he just sat up and lowered his head, thinking whether to turn on the light to read a book or go to Cong Weijin.

When he was struggling, the door of the bedroom clicked without warning, and someone opened it from the outside.

Since Weijin didn't knock on the door, he just opened the door without permission and came in wearing a nightgown. After entering, he even locked the door behind him. He glanced at Yang Yulang who was sitting on the bed, and said with a smile, "Are you waiting for me?"

Yang Yulang: "..."

Seeing him approaching step by step, Yang Yulang became nervous for no reason, "You locked the door?"

"Yes," Cong Weijin sat on the edge of the bed, "I want to sleep with you, is that okay?"

Yang Yulang's face turned red quickly because of his words, and he twisted the quilt with both hands, "Can I say no?"

"No." Cong Weijin smiled softly, full of confidence and confidence in his laughter.

Yang Yulang didn't speak, and watched Cong Weijin throw off the quilt and lie down.He hesitated for a while, and finally lay down too, turning his back to Cong Weijin in extreme anxiety, his uncontrollable heart beating faster.

Just when he was still feeling uneasy, Cong Weijin stretched out his hand to grab him from the edge of the bed, and slammed him straight into his arms.

Cong Weijin hugged him tightly, pressed his lips against his ear and whispered, "Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Yang Yulang's mouth was dry, trembling nervously: "No...no."

"Then why are you hiding so far away?"

Yang Yulang tensed his whole body: "I have never slept with anyone else."

Hearing this, Weijin smiled, and turned him over to face herself: "Then I will be the first."

Yang Yulang moved back impatiently, and was pulled back from Weijin again, this time closer, almost touching his body.

Yang Yulang's neck instantly turned red.

From Weijin feeling his rapid and unsteady breathing and the sound of his heart beating so fast, he put one arm around Yang Yulang's waist, the other stroked his hair, and asked him softly: "Yulang, do you like me?"

Yang Yulang shuddered and stammered, "Hi...I like it."

Cong Weijin hugged him tightly: "Then can I kiss you?"

"What?" Yang Yulang was shocked, and stepped back, "No, it's not that kind of liking, I just admire you very much, no...no other meaning."

"But I do," Cong Weijin approached him, "I like you."

"What?" Yang Yulang was completely dumbfounded.

Cong Weijin said seriously and sincerely: "I said I like you, and I have liked you for a long time. I didn't dare to think about it, let alone do anything to you, as long as I can see you often, but your father insisted I want to send you to me, so that I have no idea but have an idea."

"But," Yang Yulang paused for a long time before saying, "Didn't you have a girlfriend before?"

"I don't reject women either," Cong Weijin said, "but what I like is you, and that kind of liking is different from liking girls."

Yang Yulang looked at him blankly: "Why is it different?"

Cong Weijin thought for a while: "You are very special. During this time, I have been thinking about you almost every day. Sometimes I don't see you. I think you will go crazy thinking about it. I am very happy to be able to spend two hours with you every day now. But this time is not enough, I want to be with you all the time."

Yang Yulang was stunned.

"Can I kiss you?" Cong Weijin asked again.

"Uh... I don't know." Yang Yulang was so dazed by his love words that he had already forgotten who he was and where he was.

"Then try it." Cong Weijin supported the back of his head with one hand and his chin with the other, and covered her lips with a slight tilt of her head.

As soon as his lips touched, Yang Yulang's psychological defense collapsed, and he finally knew where the restlessness in his heart came from, and it was at that moment that he ushered in the first love in his life.