Jiangxin Poplar

Jiang Cheng said hello casually, fixed his eyes on Yang Yulang's increasingly pale and thin cheeks, and called out "Brother" softly as if choked up by his tired and sad eyes.

Yang Yulang's cold fingers slid across his cheeks: "Jiangcheng." As soon as he opened his mouth, Jiangcheng realized that his voice was hoarse and weak. He approached Jiangcheng, put his forehead on his shoulder, and called out "Jiangcheng" again in a low voice. .

Jiang Cheng was stunned by his intimacy, calling Jiang Cheng twice was like a hard blow to the softest part of his heart, making his heart sore, soft and painful.

He tentatively put his arms around Yang Yulang's waist, and Yang Yulang hugged him following his movements.

Yi Feng quietly entered his apartment.

After a long time, Jiang Cheng, who was almost in a daze, took Yang Yulang back to the room with one arm around his waist and one hand on his shoulder, helped him take off his coat, carefully covered him with the quilt, and then closed the curtains.

Yang Yulang watched him finish all this before saying, "Jiang Cheng, stay with me for a while."

Jiang Cheng felt heartbroken when he heard his hoarse and depressed voice, and he answered "Yes" before taking off his clothes and getting under the covers.

The two lay facing each other. Yang Yulang stretched out his hand, stroking Jiang Cheng's thick dark circles with his cool fingertips: "You haven't slept all night?"

"Can't sleep." Jiang Cheng grabbed the hand he was about to withdraw, covered it with his palm, and pressed it against his fiery heart.

Yang Yulang lowered his eyelids, feeling the powerful beating and hot temperature coming from his heart, the heat was transmitted little by little, his whole body gradually warmed up, and the coldness before was gone.

"I'm sorry." Yang Yulang said suddenly.

Jiang Cheng was stunned for a moment before realizing that he was talking about his birthday, so he tightly covered his hand: "What are you talking about, you have nothing to be sorry for me."

Yang Yulang said, "Choose a day and I'll make it up for you."

"It's okay." Jiang Cheng looked into his eyes, "It's just a small matter, and my friends have already helped me."

Yang Yulang looked at him for a while, didn't say anything, moved his body forward, and buried his face into his chest in a snuggling position.The moment he approached, Jiang Cheng's body tensed up suddenly, he opened his eyes wide in disbelief, his free hand clenched and then loosened, loosened and then clenched again, until it rested tremblingly on his body for a long time.

"I am responsible for Jingshu's kidnapping." Yang Yulang said in a dull voice, "If something happens to her this time, I..."

Yang Yulang continued after a long time, "Fortunately, nothing happened in the end."

"What happened? Who did it? She wasn't hurt?"

Yang Yulang sighed: "You may not have imagined that the one who kidnapped her was not an outsider, but our cousin, Yang Yanwu."

Just the culprit of the accident that caused Huarong's stock price to fall.

Yang Yulang felt that his handling was too tough. Kicking Yang Yanwu out of the board of directors and dismissing his entire family was equivalent to driving his uncle's family out of Huarong. Not only that, Yang Yanwu had to bear due legal responsibilities and face ruin. Maybe it was because he didn't give him a little bit of leeway that made him jump over the wall in a hurry.

Yang Yulang has been reflecting on himself these days.

Yang Jingshu, who was rescued, saw him but said: "It's not your fault, I would have dealt with it the same way as you, and he can do such a thing today just shows that your handling is right, leaving him in Huarong It’s just a time bomb.”

Yang Jingshu was very calm when she said these words, fearless and fearless, she became courageous after being kidnapped once, and she was not frightened at all.

Yang Yulang just felt tired. He had done too many things to save Yang Jingshu these days, and he hadn't closed his eyes very much. Now when he lay down, he felt his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain.

"Go to school." He said to Jiang Cheng.

"No." Jiang Cheng picked up the phone from the bedside table with one hand, and dialed it directly. After he got through, he said to the person on the phone, "Mr. Tang, I can't go to school today, I want to ask for leave, study... no Worry, I'm here with my mentor."

Mr. Tang agreed as soon as he heard from his mentor. Can you not agree? It is all thanks to that mentor that Jiangcheng is today. Although he has never seen what kind of person this is, he has been fascinated for a long time, and he wishes to meet up to see Tan Tan Who the hell is it? It made Jiangcheng regain his fighting spirit as soon as he made a move, and his performance is still improving by leaps and bounds.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Cheng immediately turned off his phone, and put his hand on Yang Yulang's shoulder: "Brother, you can sleep."

Yang Yulang looked up at him, then closed his eyes again, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Cheng boldly hugged him into his arms, stretched out his hand to caress the hair on his forehead, and kissed his brows that couldn't be stretched...

He could imagine how sad Yang Yulang was these days. Although he was not familiar with Yang Jingshu, he could probably see that their brother and sister had a good relationship.

He had checked Yang Yulang's information, and knew that his mother had passed away early when he was a child, and died of leukemia. He thought that this disease would not be inherited, but both of them got the disease at about the same age, so it is difficult for people not to inherit it factor.After his mother passed away, Yang Chongyuan married another person just a year later, that is, Yang Jingshu's biological mother, so Yang Yulang and her are half brothers and sisters.

Jiang Cheng didn't know how their family got along, but during the days when Yang Yulang was hospitalized, only Yang Jingshu came, and his stepmother and father didn't show up, so the relationship would not be very harmonious.

Yang Chongyuan is domineering and violent, his stepmother doesn't care, and his younger sister grows up like a princess without any burden.

Jiang Cheng could imagine Yang Yulang's loneliness and pressure in this home.

But all he could think of were superficial phenomena. In the Yang family, the stepmother was actually very dissatisfied with Yang Chongyuan passing all the power to Yang Yulang, and she also wanted to share a piece of Huarong's big cake.

The stepmother was born in an ordinary petty bourgeoisie family, and she had known Yang Chongyuan before Yang Yulang was born. Since Yang Chongyuan was married, she had no extravagant expectations at first, but as soon as Yang Yulang's mother passed away, she let go and chased after Yang Chongyuan.

In less than a year, she succeeded, and then gave birth to Yang Jingshu in the second year. Yang Jingshu was only allowed to be born because she had been tested as a girl. This was because Yang Chongyuan had many brothers in his generation. After here he no longer allowed such things to happen, so only one son was born.

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Yang Yulang slept until the afternoon. After waking up, he didn't bring up the kidnapping incident again, but it was probably because the matter was not finished. He was very busy during the next half a month, leaving early or returning late.

He no longer deliberately avoided Jiangcheng, and would always be with him as long as he was free.

What happened to Yang Jingshu made him change his thinking. There are only a handful of people and things he likes and cherishes in this world. In the limited life time, he doesn't want to suppress himself so much anymore.

But even though he knew Jiang Cheng's intentions, he didn't intend to reveal the matter, let alone take that step on his own initiative.

In the blink of an eye, it was November, and Jiangcheng was busy with Yang Yulang in the study as usual, one was looking at the stock chart on the monitor, and the other was struggling with various problems in the chemistry paper with his head down.

Aunt Li came in with snacks and fruit, put them lightly on the solid wood desk, and said to Yang Yulang, "I've prepared the supper. It's in the kitchen. You can warm it up in the microwave later and eat it."

Yang Yulang nodded: "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Cheng also raised his head and smiled at Aunt Li: "Thank you, Auntie."

Aunt Li nodded and left with a smile. Jiang Cheng turned his head to look at Yang Yulang. He turned a pen in his hand and saw a roll of rice paper next to the pen holder next to Yang Yulang's computer. Vigorous and vigorous brushwork oozes out of the back of the paper.

He pointed to the roll of rice paper: "Brother, what is this?"

Yang Yulang followed his gaze and cast a glance: "A casual message from a calligrapher."

"The calligrapher gave it to you?" Jiang Cheng was a little surprised, "Which calligrapher, can I have a look?"

"Let's see." Yang Yulang watched indifferently as he stood up and spread the rice paper on the table.

There were eight big characters on the paper, Jiang Cheng glanced over and his face changed color.

"What's wrong?" Yang Yulang saw that his expression was wrong.

"Are you sure this is for you?" Jiang Cheng said dissatisfied, "Who would give someone such a word? Damn, there is also a signature. This signature is Xiaozhuan. I don't understand. What is the name?"

Yang Yulang looked at the horoscope on the rice paper, "A deep love will never last, and a great wisdom will hurt": "What's wrong with this statement?"

Jiang Cheng pouted.

"That calligrapher is my friend for many years," Yang Yulang explained, "He gave me this character just to persuade me that life is rare and confused, don't be too obsessed with some things, and don't think too long-term about everything. Please God, he meant well."

It made sense to say so, and Jiang Cheng realized that he had misunderstood what he meant, and suddenly felt that he was not transparent enough.

Yang Yulang said again: "This calligrapher is now the number one in the world of calligraphy and painting. Others can't ask for a piece of his calligraphy and painting for a thousand dollars. He should be happy if he is willing to give it away for nothing. If he falls down in the future, he can return it with this calligraphy. It can sell for a lot of money, can't it?"

Hearing Yang Yulang's low smile, Jiang Cheng realized that he was seriously joking: "It's not so, let's talk about how much it can sell for."

Yang Yulang said: "One of his calligraphy was sold for 200 million at the Singapore auction last month."

Jiang Cheng didn't respond.

Yang Yulang added: "U.S. dollars."

Jiang Cheng slipped his hand and dropped the pen.

How come this word is worth so much money?

He rolled up the calligraphy and painting and put them away carefully: "Don't you want to frame them?"

Yang Yulang found it funny seeing his changes: "Let Xiao Yi frame it."

No longer talking about calligraphy and painting, Yang Yulang asked him: "Are you free on weekends?"

Jiang Cheng said without hesitation: "I'm free." No matter what Yang Yulang wanted to do, he was always free, and if he wasn't free, he had to make himself free.

"I'll help you make up your birthday that weekend."

Uh, it's been more than a month, why did you mention this again? Jiang Cheng looked at him deeply, thought for a while, and said, "Okay."

"Don't you like the backpack I gave you last time?"

"No, I like it very much."

Yang Yulang said "Hmm", "But I haven't seen you use it before."

"I'm not willing to use it." Jiang Cheng said this sincerely, he was really reluctant.

"Buy another one when it's worn out, why leave it alone?"

Jiang Cheng pinched his pen: "A bag of more than 2 yuan, how can it be so easy to break? Besides, I'm not afraid of breaking it, but I just don't want to use it."

Yang Yulang was silent for a while, instead of taking up the topic, he asked him how he planned to spend the weekend.

Jiang Cheng had no idea at first, but suddenly a thought flashed through him, and he felt excited: "How about going camping?"

"Camping?" Yang Yulang pondered for a while, "Okay, let me arrange it."