Jiangxin Poplar

Jiang Cheng's birthday was approaching day by day, but he couldn't even meet Yang Yulang, let alone ask him if he was free.

The day before his birthday, Pan Jun, who had been on the train all night, arrived. At that time, Jiangcheng Tangyuan was still in school, so Zhuo Hai went to pick him up alone, and took him back to his shop to set up a barbecue table to catch the wind.

By the time the two people from the school arrived, they had already drank no less than ten bottles of beer, and they were all tongue-tied.

Pan Jun patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder: "I came back from all the way to celebrate your birthday. Are you surprised? Are you surprised? Are you excited?"

"Excited, almost fucking excited and crying." Jiang Cheng took the wine bottle in his hand without any expression, took a sip for himself, and then continued, "I'm so thin and drink so much, I won't go home in the afternoon to see?"

"No hurry," Pan Jun saw that he was in good spirits, his eyes were no longer gleaming, he was doing nothing and had no goals in life. He was relieved but said something that deserved to be beaten, "You first let my brother cry with excitement."

Tang Yuan took the wine bottle and touched Pan Jun: "Well, there is still one alive here, with two eyes stuck to Ah Cheng's body?"

Pan Jun: "Don't be arrogant and sissy, I will definitely pour you down tomorrow."

Not to be outdone, Tang Yuan said, "Waiting here, do you think I'm afraid of you?"

"By the way," Zhuo Hai propped his chin and asked Jiang Cheng, "Tomorrow, are we going to live in the old house or somewhere else?"

Jiang Cheng said, "It's an old house."

Pan Jun: "Do you want to order a cake?"

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "No, it's too sweet, no one will eat it."

Last time, Pan Jun also felt that no one would eat the cake, and he didn't engage in that formalism, so he didn't buy it either.

Tang Yuan said: "Then let's make a pot of longevity noodles. I'll serve you with two goose eggs, which are big and tasty, just like your birthday."

It's been a long time since Tang Yuan spoke yellow accents, and when they heard it, they all looked at Jiang Cheng with smirks.

Jiang Cheng sneered: "Two are enough, a bowl of noodles for one person needs eight eggs." He paused and said with a smirk, "Oh, by the way, you don't need goose eggs, just six quail eggs."

"Damn it," Zhuo Hai stood up and rolled up his sleeves, "You're looking for smoke!"

Pan Jun didn't talk nonsense and went directly to pull Jiangcheng's belt: "I want to see how big it is?"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble," Tang Yuan waved his hand, "The public should show some face."

After the trouble, Tang Yuan glanced at Jiang Cheng and asked, "Is Yang Yulang here?"

"Yes, he is your mentor, let's go to the old house together, anyway, he doesn't dislike it." Pan Jun thought of the boss with a little excitement.

"He's not free," Jiang Cheng said disappointedly, "I'm busy with company matters, and I haven't seen him for almost half a month."

"Have you called to ask?" Tang Yuan bit the stick with a serious expression on his face. He was the only one here who knew about him and Yang Yulang, so he took a snack.

"No, I don't want to disturb his work." Jiang Cheng spoke lightly, as if he didn't care or care on the surface, but he was extremely depressed in his heart.

Pan Jun nodded in agreement: "It's great that the big boss occasionally has time to sit with us, and he can still count on calling him every time. That's fine, let's entertain ourselves."

Tang Yuan wanted to say something, but Jiang Cheng changed the subject, and he turned to Pan Jun: "How are you doing outside?"

Pan Jun grinned and said, "That's it, the wind comes and goes in the rain."

Jiang Cheng: "Where's your girlfriend?"

Pan Jun: "What kind of girlfriend, it would be nice if she can support herself."

"Look at you, tsk tsk," Zhuo Hai pointed at the store unceremoniously, "Although my store is small, it's okay to make some money. When I earn more, I don't plan to be a partner. I will open a solo store." .”

"Shave off that yellow hair of yours first." Tang Yuan glanced at him, "Look like a little boss."

Zhuo Hai patted his head: "It makes sense, I decided to shave my hair short."

"That's where it was released," Pan Jun disagreed, "Cut a rooster's head."

Jiang Cheng shook his head: "Let's cut a pot head."

……

The four talked and laughed all afternoon. After eating and drinking, Jiangcheng Tang Yuan returned to school and Pan Jun went home. The few of them made an appointment to have dinner, play games and chat together in the evening. At night, Jiang Cheng naturally agreed.

It was just that during class in the afternoon, he received a message from Yang Yulang, saying that he would go back to the apartment at night and asked him to have dinner together.

As soon as he saw the message, Jiang Cheng immediately abandoned the three buddies.

Pan Jun jumped up when he got the news, yelling that if he didn't give a plausible reason, he would definitely kill him.

Tang Yuan comforted Pan Jun, who was jumping violently, and said softly: "You don't understand, he must go, no matter for study or other things."

Zhuo Hai leaned against the wall and asked Tang Yuan: "Did you know some great secret but didn't tell us?"

Tang Yuan was startled: "Where is it?"

Seeing that his reaction was wrong, Pan Jun immediately grabbed him by the collar and forced him to confess and be lenient.

What kind of person is Tang Yuan? Although he is usually a bit of a sissy, he would never say such a thing without the permission of the person concerned.

Seeing that Tang Yuan couldn't pry his mouth open, Pan Jun was not annoyed, and planned to ask Jiang Cheng tomorrow after getting drunk.

Jiang Cheng rushed to the apartment in a hurry, but he didn't see Yang Yulang, only Aunt Li was busy in the kitchen, he rushed to the kitchen: "Auntie, where is Brother Lang?"

"I'll be back in a while," Aunt Li walked out with a bowl of sweet and sour pork just out of the pan, "Wash your hands first, you can eat right away."

Yang Yulang came back exhausted. After entering the door, he went to the bathroom to wash his face. After waking up, he wiped his face and looked at Jiang Cheng who was standing by the door and kept his eyes on him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Jiang Cheng didn't answer, took two steps forward, took the towel and hung it aside, then boldly reached out and squeezed his shoulder.

Yang Yulang smiled gently: "I'm fine."

"I'm so tired." Jiang Cheng looked at his dark circles, "Didn't sleep much?"

"The matter has almost been dealt with," Yang Yulang said, "I can take a good rest next time, don't stand still, and go to eat."

Aunt Li prepared a lot of meals, but there were only two people cooking six dishes and one soup. The soup was top-quality sea cucumber, and most of the dishes were nourishing qi and blood.

After the two sat down, Yang Yulang took the lead in pushing the sea cucumber soup in front of him: "Drink more."

It's been a long time since I had dinner with Yang Yulang, looking at his gentle face face to face, Jiang Cheng felt as if he had passed away.

Yang Yulang had been watched by him for a long time, so he said helplessly, "Have you seen enough?"

Jiang Cheng: "..."

These days, when he was busy, he didn't ask about Jiangcheng's academic affairs. In order to avoid Jiangcheng watching him endlessly, he changed the topic and cared about his study.Jiangcheng honestly reported the learning results during this period one by one. After listening to Yang Yulang, he asked him if he had any unsolved problems. Originally, Jiangcheng had always had the habit of accumulating problems and asking for advice together, but during this period of time, it was basically nothing. It was rare to be able to stop him, but Yang Yulang nodded eagerly when he asked this question.

Yang Yulang nodded: "Then go to the study after dinner."

Jiang Cheng had already prepared for this. He usually marked some difficult questions beforehand, and the accumulated questions were quite a lot, enough for Yang Yulang to stay with him in the study for an hour or two.

It would be nice to stay with him for a minute and a second!

When Yang Yulang was reading his compositions, Jiang Cheng looked at him with his chin resting on his elbows, and asked him, seemingly unintentionally, if he still had to work on weekends.

Yang Yulang kept his eyes on the notebook, and gave a soft "hmm".

"Are you busy all day?"

"There is a meeting, and there are some people to meet. It's hard to say how long it will be." After saying this, his eyes still did not leave the notebook.

Jiang Cheng couldn't hide his loneliness and lowered his eyelids.

After reading the composition, Yang Yulang said to him, "Your composition can barely score 10 out of 5."

"Uh..." Jiang Cheng moved his head closer, "You won't digress, will you?"

"I ran away," Yang Yulang rubbed his forehead, "I didn't run too far, but the central idea was off, and there were typos, rewrite."

"Oh." Jiang Cheng listlessly took the notebook and prepared to rewrite the idea.

Yang Yulang took another composition and continued to read it.

Jiang Cheng was holding a pen in his hand, but he had no good ideas. A pen was spinning around in his hand, and the pen slipped into the air unintentionally.

Yang Yulang glanced at him, feeling that he was a little absent-minded tonight, so he didn't say anything.

After the two of them sat for half an hour, Yang Yulang felt his shoulders were sore and rubbed them with his hands. Jiang Cheng raised his eyes and said immediately, "Are you tired? Let me massage your shoulders for you." Before he could agree, he got up and went around When he got behind him, he stretched out his hand and began to press.

When he put his hands on his shoulders, it was unexpectedly professional. Yang Yulang looked back at him in surprise: "You know how to massage?"

"Well," Jiang Cheng said not proudly, "I learned it for my grandfather before. His muscles became stiff after lying down for too long, and he needed to press it frequently."

Feeling much more comfortable being pressed by him like this, Yang Yulang squinted his eyes slightly, and murmured, "I can't tell."

Jiang Cheng was tickled by his soft murmur, so he stopped beating around the bush and asked directly, "Brother, can you spare an hour for me tomorrow night?"

"What, are you okay?"

"No, I have learned a few dishes from my mother during this period. I will cook tomorrow night. Will you come back for dinner?" Jiang Cheng blinked, leaned closer to his ear and asked repeatedly, "Is it okay?"

These words and expressions are not the same as those in Jiangcheng on weekdays. Yang Yulang raised his eyebrows and thought for a while. Tomorrow, September 28, is not a holiday, nor is it his birthday, nor is it an anniversary. His thoughts changed, and he looked up at him : "Tomorrow is your birthday, right?"

This sentence uses a declarative sentence, which shows that Yang Yulang is very determined in his heart.

Jiang Cheng didn't expect him to be able to guess all this, so he could only nod his head, put his hands on his shoulders, and said in a pitiful tone: "So you can come back for dinner tomorrow night, right?"

Yang Yulang understood: "If I remember correctly, tomorrow is your birthday?"

"Yeah." Jiang Cheng nodded with bright eyes.

"I'll try to get back from work as early as possible tomorrow. Do you want to live here? Or go back to your house to be with your mother and grandpa?"

"It's right here," Jiang Cheng grabbed his shoulder excitedly, "Aunt Li doesn't need to come over tomorrow, just leave it to me."

Yang Yulang smiled helplessly: "It's hard for you to find time to learn how to cook when you're so nervous about your studies."

"I don't learn much, just a few home-cooked dishes," Jiang Cheng said shyly, "Just don't dislike it when the time comes."

"Is there a gift you want?"

"No." Jiang Cheng didn't care about the gift, as long as Yang Yulang was free to accompany him, he felt that this birthday was complete.

"Let me order a cake, and someone will deliver it tomorrow." Seeing that he had no objection, Yang Yulang asked, "Do you need some friends to accompany you? Your friends can come here too, I don't mind."

"No need," Jiang Cheng shook his head, "Everyone is very busy, there is no need to call for a small birthday, just the two of us have a meal and cut a cake."

"it is good."

At this time, Pan Jun, who was playing with his mobile phone at home, suddenly felt tight and felt tight in his chest.