Jiangxin Poplar

In the apartment, Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa and recited words.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he stood up from the sofa and saw Yang Yulang's gloomy expression at a glance.

"Brother Lang." He called out in a low voice, and walked over to catch Yang Yulang's coat.

Yang Yulang responded, went to the refrigerator, opened and closed it.

"Jiangcheng, go buy me a few bottles..." He paused at this point, "It's not necessary, do you have any cigarettes on you?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed him one, "Did something happen?"

Yang Yulang shook his head; "It's nothing, I just want to smoke one."

Jiang Cheng helped him light a cigarette, and followed him to the balcony.

The night outside was dark and there was no starlight. Yang Yulang took a breath, choked suddenly, and then began to cough non-stop until the smoke fell from his fingers, so violent that he almost coughed out his lungs.

As soon as he started to choke Jiang Cheng, he immediately supported his waist and patted his back to stop his cough. It was clear that the last time he had a good convulsion, why did he cough so earth-shatteringly the second time?

It took a long time for Yang Yulang to recover, and he leaned against the glass door frame at the back exhaustedly.

Jiang Cheng stroked his chest gently, seeing him coughing like this, his heart throbbed with discomfort.

"I heard from Aunt Li that you have something to do at home recently?" Relieved, Yang Yulang patted the palm of his caressing hand, signaling him not to continue.

"Well," Jiang Cheng withdrew his palm, still staring at him worriedly, "My mother has a cough recently, and my grandfather is sick in bed and she can't take care of her, so I will go back to help more often."

"Did you go to the doctor?"

"Look, I'm taking medicine."

Yang Yulang nodded when he heard the words: "Then you are going back tonight?"

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng was really worried when he thought of his mother coughing non-stop.

"Okay." Yang Yulang nodded slightly, his eyes fell elsewhere, and he didn't ask any more questions.

The balcony was backlit, so Jiang Cheng couldn't see his expression clearly, he just felt a little sad and lonely in the "good".

"Actually, I can also..." Just as he spoke, Yang Yulang also said at the same time, "You go back." Yang Yulang walked in as soon as the words fell, "I'll watch TV for a while, and it's time to go to sleep, be careful on the way .”

Jiang Cheng stood in place for a while, wondering if he had misheard the sadness and loneliness just now, and after thinking for a long time, he packed up his things, put his bag on his back and looked at Yang Yulang who was on the sofa, "Then I'm going back?"

"En." Yang Yulang pressed the remote control and responded briefly.

Jiang Cheng had no choice but to go out the door with his bag on his back. While waiting for the elevator, he went through Yang Yulang's actions in the short time since he came back. Urge yourself home...

And did he open the refrigerator to find wine?

The elevator door was already open, but Jiang Cheng didn't go in. He took out his mobile phone and called his mother.

"Mom, I may not be able to go back tonight because of something, how is your side?"

"Today your aunt came to help, and I also took medicine, nothing to do, you can do your work, don't forget to go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cheng turned back directly.

Yang Yulang turned on the TV, but instead of sitting in front of the TV, he went to the collection shelf to get a bottle of red wine.He shook the wine in his glass, and his eyes lit up when he heard the sound of Jiangcheng pushing the door.

"Did you forget anything?" Yang Yulang turned to look at him.

"No." Jiang Cheng put down his backpack, "I'm not going back, I have my aunt at home to help."

Yang Yulang nodded, and continued to shake the cup in his hand, "Have a drink?"

"it is good."

It was already late at night, Jiang Cheng sat down beside Yang Yulang, and took a sip of the wine in the glass, which smelled sweet.

"The dry red wine from 05 was bought by Yunlin at an auction last year at a price of 68 yuan for two bottles. How does it taste? Is it worth the price?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He smiled dryly, licked the remaining wine on his lips with the tip of his tongue, and said, "It's... delicious."

Seeing his expression, Yang Yulang smiled a little. He took a sip of the wine in his glass and rubbed his temples, "Jiang Cheng, go to the medicine cabinet and get me some painkillers."

"What's wrong?" Jiang Cheng moved closer to observe his expression.

"It's a bit of a headache, it's okay, just take the medicine and you'll be fine."

Jiang Cheng was skeptical and wanted to persuade him not to take painkillers, but seeing that he knew what he was thinking, he didn't dare to object, and obediently poured water to watch him take a pill.

The two were nestling on the sofa with wine glasses. Yang Yulang asked him to switch the TV to the movie channel. The movie channel happened to be broadcasting a movie about a father looking for his relatives a thousand miles away. The two watched TV silently, watching the vicissitudes of life The father rode a motorcycle from place to place, struggling to find his child.

Jiang Cheng watched the movie for a while, then turned his head to look at Yang Yulang, reached out to touch his forehead, he didn't have a fever: "Is the headache better now?"

"Not that fast." Yang Yulang leaned back on the sofa, his body was limp, and his voice was faint.

Jiang Cheng moved his body and approached him: "Brother, are you in a bad mood today?"

"En." Yang Yulang responded lightly.

"What's wrong, can you tell me?"

Yang Yulang turned his head to look at him and then turned his eyes back. At this time, the movie started to be interrupted. He picked up the cup on the coffee table and drank the wine in the cup. Throw away the things you like."

That model, in fact, can’t be described as liking it very much. If you really say that dropping that thing is equivalent to cutting a piece of Yang Yulang’s heart.

He seldom owned things he really liked since he was a child. Most of his hobbies were worthless in the eyes of Yang Chongyuan. Yang Chongyuan repeatedly deprived him of his hobbies and took away his things, including books, comics, etc. that he thought were inappropriate. Musical instruments, handicrafts, etc., so the model made by himself has a profound meaning to him. What's more different, that model also represents the years he spent with Wei Jin.

Thinking of Weijin getting divorced and coming back to find him, he felt very angry.

He said that he regretted choosing to get married. In fact, even if he went back in time, he would still choose to get married at that time. Although he chose the marriage partner based on the interests of the family, he would still get married.

Yang Yulang put the cup back on the table, the commercial was over, Jiang Cheng waited for him to continue, but he closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa.

Wei Jin had already decided to marry someone else before they were together, and later dated Yang Yulang behind his back. Yang Yulang didn't know until they were engaged, and the news came from Wei An.

Yang Yulang couldn't be described as angry at that time, he really wanted to kill Cong Weijin at that time, but he didn't do anything.

He chose to avoid Cong Weijin, not because he didn't want to see him, but because he was afraid that he would kill him on the spot.

He couldn't believe that Cong Weijin was such a person who didn't know what he was doing. What was even more hateful was that Cong Weijin found him after knowing the truth and told him that he would have to get married and have children sooner or later, even if he didn't. I have to go on this path for myself and the family, and I also suggest that the two get married separately and maintain a lover relationship in private.Yang Yulang's heart was shattered by his three views, and his whole body was bruised.

A person who had known him for more than ten years fell from the altar to the quagmire with just a few words.

At that time, when he heard Cong Weijin's words, he punched him on the spot.

Cong Weijin was punched so hard that his mouth was full of blood, but he said: "You can hit me, as long as you don't avoid me, you can hit me however you want."

Yang Yulang strangled his neck, said coldly with red eyes: "Do you believe that I can just strangle you to death?"

Cong Weijin grabbed his wrist: "Why can't we continue to be together, I treat Zheng Ru completely differently from you, she and I are just a couple of interests, I am sincere to you."

After hearing this, Yang Yulang really squeezed his neck tightly with all his strength, but in the end he let go before Cong Weijin could barely breathe, and he said: "Cong Weijin, you really are a fucking bastard!"

"Get out!" This was the last word Yang Yulang said to him.

Sometimes, it is not easy to completely separate from a piece of the past. Even though he has almost put on the posture of never seeing Cong Weijin again in the past ten years, he still cannot avoid the various intersections between the two families. It's a day of family gatherings.Only a few people know about this relationship that has only lasted for nearly a year. The parents of the two families have no knowledge of it, so they often let them participate in various activities together, and even promote some business cooperation between them. Cong Wei'an messed up the pornography, so that in the eyes of the adults, Cong Wei'an became an ignorant, vexatious, careless big boy.

Yang Yulang, who came back from the memory, picked up the wine bottle and poured himself another glass, but was snatched away by Jiang Cheng who had been waiting for a long time but couldn't wait for the next sentence, "You can't drink any more."

Yang Yulang pressed his temples, and said helplessly, "I have a headache and can't sleep, you won't let me drink, so I can only go to the medicine box and get me sleeping pills."

"Didn't you take painkillers?" Jiang Cheng took the bottle away, "I can't sleep and I will chat with you."

Yang Yulang smiled wryly: "You have to drink this wine as soon as it's opened, don't waste Yunlin's hundreds of thousands."

Jiang Cheng's face changed when he finished drinking the word: "If I don't come back, are you planning to finish this bottle by yourself?"

Yang Yulang pressed his temples, but did not speak.

Jiang Cheng instantly burst into anger. He used to drink a little when he didn't know what disease he was suffering from. Now that he knows, how can he stand by and watch? Besides, he used to be very measured, just order a drink or two. , Today is the rhythm of letting go of oneself?

But what can he do?And you can't get angry with Yang Yulang, even if you want to get angry at a time like this, you have no position!

He had no way to vent his anger, and the corners of his eyes were red.

Yang Yulang raised his eyes and saw him like this, and compromised: "I won't drink, and I won't take sleeping pills, just watch TV and chat, okay?"

Jiang Cheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stuffed the cork into the mouth of the bottle, and put the wine back on the shelf.

"Brother, tell me, what's the matter?"

Yang Yulang thought for a while, then talked about the ship model, and detailed the process from seeing it to assembling it, skipping the part where Cong Weijin participated.

After Jiang Cheng heard it, he didn't understand: "How can you just throw away something that means so much to you? Where did you throw it away?"

Without Cong Weijin's part, he doesn't know that this thing has long lost its original meaning in the eyes of Yang Yulang today.

Yang Yulang said indifferently: "I just let some people know that the past is the past after all, and if you hold on to it, you will only ask for trouble."