The Strategy of Washing Clean a Slag Shou

The young boy in the mirror has exquisite facial features, and his dark eyes are as bright as obsidian. It should be a very beautiful picture, but the appearance of crying with his face covered is really ridiculous. Huo Sini is not used to seeing such a son as soon as he enters the door. .

In the past, Su Yang regarded self-cultivation as his food, and he had to maintain a perfect side no matter when and where, making people impeccable, regardless of whether people were the same, but because of this, they lost the vitality and vigor of young people, at least Huo Sini I have never seen my son behave inappropriately.

She remembered that a media once commented on Su Yang, saying that although he looked perfect, it was just so perfect that it was unreal, like a well-built machine, no one could see through the real him.

Huo Sini had to admit that even if it was her own son raised by herself, she couldn't accurately figure out Su Yang's temperament and preferences, because he was not as well-behaved and sensible as a boy of this age.

But now, looking at her son who was making faces in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile knowingly. The accident was a blessing in disguise. Many gratifying changes have taken place in this child, especially since he no longer rejects his grandfather. Huo Sini was particularly pleased.

She reached out and knocked on the door, Su Yang turned around and called sweetly: "Mother, good morning."

"Good morning, my baby." Huo Sini walked up to him, straightened his messy hair, and asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Su Yang nodded again and again, he is used to sleeping in his lover's arms, and he hasn't had a good night's sleep since returning home, finally saw Xi Yi last night, and he was sure that he was the person he was looking for, so he naturally slept well Very sweet.

He said, "I slept the best last night."

Huo Sini accurately grasped the key words in his words and asked: "Did anything special happen last night? I asked the driver to pick you up after you left the reception, but I couldn't find you. When I got home, I found you lying on the bed , how did you come back?"

This question is really embarrassing for Su Yang. He only remembers that he and Xi Yi were being foolish, and because of the familiar reassuring aura on the man, he let go of all his defenses. After a while, he completely lost consciousness. How did he come back? do not know either.

But he must never tell his mother about such a mysterious and embarrassing thing.

He made a gesture of reminiscence, and said slowly: "Last night... I seemed to be drunk. A kind fan saw that I was not feeling well on the side of the road, so he dropped me back on the way. I slept well, probably because I was drunk. Because of some wine, it seems that I should drink a glass before going to bed in the future, it will help sleep."

Huo Sini didn't doubt it, and said: "I don't think it's the same way. I must have taken you back after such a long journey. You should thank them well."

Thank you...Su Yang's mind quickly emerged some unharmonious images, and last night's spring dream, his cheeks were unconsciously stained with blush, he swallowed, and said unnaturally: "Okay, I will Thank him very much."

Huo Sini frowned, stroked his forehead, and asked, "Is it still uncomfortable? Why is it so hot?"

Su Yang: "...I seem to be sick." Lovesickness.

After finally coaxing his mother away, he patted some water on his hot cheeks and said, "Cheer up, we can meet tomorrow."

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Just when Su Yang was suffering from lovesickness, the high-level conference hall of the military headquarters was shrouded in a low air pressure, and everyone sat upright, not daring to breathe.

The four federal marshals sitting at the top all looked worried, and one of them looked particularly young, about 30 years old. He squinted his long and narrow eyes and repeated lightly: "So many people, but no one Can you answer my question?"

The annual high-level meeting is a routine practice of the military department, discussing the gains and losses of the past year, and making practical plans for the coming year, but this year is special. Sudden trouble at the end.

Xi Yi said coldly: "Since it is a plan, it should be detailed, not a grand blueprint. What I want is what efforts you will make to achieve the goal of this plan. I don't want to hear this kind of talk on paper again. Let's break up the meeting."

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The people in the conference hall dispersed one after another, and the three high-ranking elderly people were still sitting there. One of them took out a heart-saving pill from his pocket and took it, saying: "Didn't you say that the treatment was good last time? Why don't you feel like it?"

"Boy Yin said it all," another gray-bearded man said, "He's not there, just call him over and ask."

There was another person who didn't say anything from the beginning to the end, but silently winked at the guards on the side.

Yin Heng, who was about to rub the soles of his feet with oil, was forcibly brought here. Facing the highest-ranking commander of the Federation, he saluted with a playful smile, and said, "Hi, sirs!"

"Don't be serious, tell us what's going on with Xi Yi."

Yin Heng scratched the back of his head, smiled heartlessly and said, "He's in a bad mood."

The three looked at each other, and after a while the bearded man asked, "Why is he in a bad mood?"

Yin Heng couldn't help rolling his eyes, and muttered in a low voice, "I'm not the roundworm in his stomach, how could I know the reason?"

"Although you are not the roundworm in his stomach, you are his attending physician. Now that your patient's condition is abnormal, how can you say that you don't know the reason?"

"No abnormality, no abnormality," Yin Heng quickly explained: "Marshal Xi Yi's emotional indicators have returned to normal, and the extreme emotions that often appeared in the past are almost unobservable. I dare not say anything else. I can guarantee this. His current emotional changes belong to the category of normal people, so don't be too stingy."

After getting his assurance, the old men were relieved, but they still added: "Follow-up observations need to continue. Matters related to Xi Yi must not be neglected. You know, his bloodline is..."

Yin Heng's eyes turned cold, but he still smiled and said, "I know, don't worry."

Back in the command room, the panic-stricken man was leaning on the back of the chair, raised his eyes lightly and said, "They're looking for you."

Yin Heng raised his lips and said: "You are so abnormal today, no wonder they feel strange, I haven't asked yet, who offended Lord Marshal, it's really a skill."

Xi Yi fiddled with the chess game with lowered eyes, and said after a long time: "He is a very strange child."

Yin Heng raised his eyebrows, "Yo, there really are."

Ignoring his teasing, Xi Yi said: "He said that I was his dream girl, which means literally, it refers to the person he fell in love with in his dream."

"Heh, Su Yang, Su Big Star."

Xi Yi frowned: "Why do you know?"

"Pfft...Because Star Su's live broadcast video had over [-] billion hits that night, no one in the entire galaxy didn't know about it, oh yes, you are the exception, no matter how hot the news is, it can't reach your ears inside."

Xi Yi gave him a cold look, and Yin Heng quickly shut up, saying that you keep going.

"I met him that night, and he said that he was looking for Xi Yi. Maybe I have the same name as the person in his dream, so he took me as that person."

The corners of Yin Heng's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "Could this be the reason why you're in a bad mood?"

Seeing that Xi Yi was silent and just lowered his head to fiddle with the chess game, Yin Heng already guessed that it was close to ten, he went to sit down opposite Xi Yi, and said, "You two just met last night, so you're interested?"

Xi Yi shook his head, said with a sigh: "No, I just can't figure out why I feel so at ease in front of him, and... I can't refuse any request from him."

"..." Yin Heng looked at him like he was looking at a fool, and felt that he was at ease and he was the only one who was kind to him. This was not Shangxin.

It's just that he was happy to watch this man's good show, so he only hooked his lips and said: "Oh~ so it's like this~"

Xi Yi glanced at him lightly, then pointed to a stack of documents on the table, "I'll leave it to you."

"Hey... just kidding..."

Xi Yi patted him on the shoulder, turned around and entered the training room, the thick metal door completely blocked someone's wailing voice.

He stood in front of the white light screen and clicked the play button, and soon the boy's immature but clear singing voice echoed in the closed training room. It was Su Yang's solo single when he was 16 years old. The pure singing voice is like the sound of nature.

Some people say that this is the voice closest to an angel in this century.

The smiling teenager on the screen had the corners of his mouth curved just right. For some reason, Xi also felt that this was wrong. This kid's smile shouldn't be like this.

The boy's smile should be more mischievous, he should not be well-behaved and sensible, he should be like a proud prince, as if the whole world should follow his will, just to make his smile last longer.

He turned off the screen and listened intently to the boy's singing, maybe he didn't even realize that since the meeting that night, this young man named Su Yang has entered his life since then, and he can never go out again, flooding his life. everywhere he lives.

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In the early morning of the next day, Su Yang arrived at Huo's house. Before Mr. Huo got up, he squatted in the greenhouse by himself to look at the precious flowers that his grandfather bought with a lot of money. It is said that these seeds were collected from the mother planet, and there were only a few of them in total. However, the price is enough to buy a luxury villa.

Su Yang squatted in front of the obviously underdeveloped flower, curled her lips and said, "So it's a rose."

The gardener at the side said in surprise: "Young master, you know roses. We have never heard of this flower, let alone take care of it ourselves. No, it is about to wither."

"What's so difficult about it," Su Yang said, "I'll teach you how to raise it."

He picked up a brush and wrote down a whole page of precautions for caring for roses, handed the pen and paper back to the gardener, and said, "If you follow this, there will be no problems..."

He raised his eyes inadvertently, and saw a man in military uniform standing outside the transparent greenhouse. He was wearing a straight uniform, full of chilling intent. Su Yang's heart beat faster, and he stretched out his hand uncontrollably to the stunted wild rose.

When he was in a trance, he had already tore off this rare and precious flower, and the eyes of the gardener next to him were about to pop out. Xi Yi just walked up to him and asked, "Why are you here?"

"Because of me, I want to see you..." Su Yang blocked the residual flower in his hand and said shyly, "Do you like roses?"

Xi Yi was slightly startled, reached out to take it, looked at it twice, and said, "I've never seen this flower before."

Su Yang pursed her lips, and said in a low voice: "Its flower language is I love you. It is said that in the distant mother planet, people use it to woo you. Accepting the flower is equivalent to accepting love. You can't go back on your word."

Xi Yi: "..."