crush again

When Ye Lang came home, Huo Yang was repairing the car in the garage. Hearing the roar of the locomotive, he slid out from under the car and took off his oil-stained gloves, "Hey, you're back. Why are your clothes dirty?"

"I fell a little bit," the boy stretched his stiff and sore shoulders, lowered his head and took off his helmet, "I was playing around with Li Dongqian and the others. It's okay."

Huo Yang stood up and stared at him for a long time, which made him a little guilty.Ye Lang deliberately turned the other side of his face to him, pulled out the car key, and hurried to the house, but he grabbed his shoulder.

His brother suddenly asked, "What happened to your face?"

Ye Lang didn't turn his head back, "Someone molested Chu Zhongxiao, I got into a fight."

Before he finished speaking, the young man pinched his chin and twisted his face abruptly.Huo Yang looked at the light and saw clearly the bruise on his forehead and the broken corner of his mouth, a burst of anger immediately burned from his heart.

His family's pampered little wolf cub, no matter how bastard he is, he is the only one to take care of it, and it's someone else's turn to do it?

"Who did it?"

"I just said—"

Huo Yang interrupted him directly, "I ask you who made it!"

Ye Lang immediately made trouble, "Ye Mingguan! That idiot, hit my motorcycle with a sports car."

Huo Yang's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak for a long time, "I really don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth."

Ye Lang didn't know that he was talking about Ye Mingguan, but seeing that his face was sour, he dragged him into the room and changed the subject, "Don't you ask me if I won?"

"I didn't have a look of revenge on the society when I fell like this, and I didn't hit people with a wine bottle. I won at a glance." Huo Yang reached out to touch the corner of his mouth, seeing that he was obviously hurt by the touch, but he still looked at himself with a smile on his face. He couldn't help but sigh again, "You are really..."

"Do I have a legitimate reason to act like a baby?" Ye Lang hugged his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him, but Huo Yang blocked his face, and soft kisses fell on his forehead and cheeks, "Calm down, you .”

Ye Lang was turned around by him without any resistance, carried into the bedroom, and stripped off his clothes.The scent of the youth he liked fell on his shoulders, spread on his back, and lingered on his skin that was especially sensitive due to sweat, slowly calming down his violent and cold blood.

Huo Yang skillfully checked his whole body, probably because he wore a full set of protective gear this time, there were not many bleeding wounds, but there were large bruises, which still hurt a lot.He turned back and opened the closet, found out his change of clothes, "Go, take a shower, come back and apply medicine."

"You wash it for me," Ye Lang said, "I still have to dry my hair."

Huo Yang really wanted to ask if he wanted to warm up another cup of milk for you, but he glanced at Ye Lang's brightly colored body in the blink of an eye. He didn't take a few glances, but he was still defeated, "Bring you a change of clothes, hurry up. Erpilian. "

The boy is already as tall as him, and washing his hair is not as convenient as when he was a child. Fortunately, he is quite honest, but he stares at him unblinkingly with the eyes of a carnivore, which makes Huo Yang a little scalped I was numb, and when I was washing myself, I just dismissed it indiscriminately, and then I pushed open the door of the shower room and came out.

With a towel on his head, Huo Yang searched the guest room for a while, and came back with a yellowed sketchbook in his hand, and threw it on Ye Lang's knee, "Here, a birthday present."

"Huh?" Ye Lang opened the sketchbook, which were all sketches drawn with carbon pens, and he stopped on the first page.

On the front page is a ten-year-old child who is sitting in a chair in the study and writing, with his little hand holding the brush in a straight posture, and his elbow resting on the table.He lowered his head halfway, showing a childish earnestness and cuteness in the dim light and background.

In the lower right corner was written a line of dates, and some fine print: "Watermelon Juice War."

The second page shows him between the ages of ten and 11, holding a gift from his brother with a look of surprise on his face.On the second page, he is sitting under the quilt, holding a glass and drinking milk, looking very good.On the third page, he is standing in the hall of the current house, with workers bending over to carry things behind him, their silhouettes slashed and elongated.On the fourth page, he is wearing a school uniform and playing football in the yard... As the pages flip, the boy inside grows into a teenager, with gradually clear and profound outlines, showing his sharpness.

Those eyes, the gestures he never noticed, were all secretly recorded by the person he likes.

"I wanted to draw it later and give it to you, but I accidentally forgot your birthday, so I have to take it out now." Huo Yang wiped his hair, reached out to pick his chin, the corners of his mouth curled up, "Make it up to you, do you want to do something?" What?"

Ye Lang pulled him to lie down beside him, wrapped his arms around his neck, looked at him sideways, "Are you tired?"

"It's okay." Huo Yang saw that he didn't pounce on him directly, so he threw the towel to the foot of the bed, climbed onto the bed, and leaned down beside him, "I've been busy all day... well, I have to go to work tomorrow. I don't want to go."

"Then go to sleep." Ye Lang stroked his cheek with the hand that was holding him, and opened the sketchbook with the other hand, "I won't bother you today."

"Okay." Huo Yang took advantage of the situation and leaned against his shoulder. From this angle, he could just see the boy's snow-white side face. His expression was very focused, a bit like Ye Qian was looking at a painting.

The kind of focus that seems to lose one glance at a glance.

Huo Yang was busy with work, and was usually very tired. He didn't lie down for a long time, and he snuggled up to him in a daze and fell asleep, snoring slightly.Ye Lang turned to the last page of the sketchbook, where he and the locomotive were close together and turned close to the ground. He couldn't help lowering his head and staring at the person who was so close to him.

He traced the angular lips with his fingertips and thought, no matter what happens...he will not let this person go.

But what he didn't know, and what he never expected to happen, was that Ye Mingguan came to find his brother in his sports car while he was not at home.

Huo Yang was at home this morning, inexplicably looking at the red Porsche with a rut from the front to the rear outside the door, which was badly bumped, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ye Lang's cousin, Ye Mingguan." The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes. He looks very young, but his manners are mature and polite. When he smiles, he is especially kind and beautiful. Give him a race, he wants this car, and I send it to him—don’t get me wrong, he made it himself.”

Huo Yang thought of those bruises on Ye Lang's body, and looked at the car again, even if he always helped his relatives, he couldn't tell who was more miserable.So he opened the door for him, walked out of the garage, looked at this young man named Ye Mingguan, came over and shook hands with him in a gentle manner, "My father is Ye Qijun, you should know him?"

"I know you." Huo Yang shook hands with him, politely invited him into the living room, and sat down before leaving.This person actually sat down cheekily, and chatted with him for a long time.

Ye Lang went home in the afternoon, relying on his mysterious but keen intuition like a beast, he felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere in his house.Maybe it's because his brother seems a little absent-minded, and didn't bother him when he was cooking, and he didn't bother him when he was doing homework; or it might be because he didn't work at the computer, but lay on the sofa Watching a football game, but staring at the TV for a long time without any response.

"Brother?" Ye Lang held a water glass, frowning and waved in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking?"

Huo Yang came back to his senses, picked up the remote control and changed the channel, and switched to Central News, which is very suitable for a daze, "Oh, thinking about the future and fate."

Ye Lang took advantage of the opportunity to sit next to him, drinking fruit tea, "Tell me."

Huo Yang was thinking about his own affairs, and opened his mouth to talk nonsense: "Our boss is an old virgin with a coffin face, he can't take half a grain of dog food in his eyes, and he has to beat mandarin ducks with a stick for a few words..."

"Huh?" Ye Lang turned his head, "Is he only targeting you?"

"No," Huo Yang casually watched the big stomach king competition on TV, and everyone ate so hard, "He attacks indiscriminately..."

Ye Lang leaned down, "You have been thinking for a long time, but you are thinking about that senior director?"

This kid usually eats too much vinegar, and Huo Yang didn't notice that his tone was wrong for a while, "The boss is so big, promotion and salary increase all depend on..."

"Brother," Ye Lang interrupted him suddenly, "do you want to work in that small studio all the time in the future?"

Huo Yang looked at him helplessly, "...that's really not a small studio."

"Brother Xue Yuan said that you are more talented than him. When you were a sophomore in college, you participated in the design drawing of the competition and won the top five in the East Asian competition. What foreign companies will come to recruit you." Ye Lang said, "Are you willing? Record data every day in that studio, do odd jobs and make posters?"

The child's family environment is too good, and God rewards him with food, so he is a little ignorant of the world.Huo Yang had nothing to say, he could only say "huh".

"I've grown up, so you don't need to worry about it anymore." Ye Lang held a hand with knuckles beside him in his palm, "Isn't Ye Qian good at drawing? There must be a way out. Don't you want to Do you want to study abroad?"

Huo Yang didn't answer him directly, "Do you want to go abroad to study?"

"I think." Ye Lang admitted frankly, "It has nothing to do with my grandfather, I just think that the academic environment abroad is better, and I have always received Western-style education."

Ye Lang thought that Huo Yang would be shaken by what he said, but he didn't expect that he just let out a long sigh as if he had a headache.

"Hey..." Huo Yang put his other arm behind his head, didn't look at him, but just looked at the ceiling, "I'll think about it again, okay? Don't worry about it yet."

Ye Lang stopped talking, lowered his eyes, and stroked his fingers.The fingers were sharpened and strong, with thick and hard calluses, and the palm was still warm, making people nostalgic.

But at this moment, he suddenly had doubts... Huo Yang didn't seem to be so attached to him.

"By the way," the hand in his palm suddenly pulled him, he raised his eyes, and heard the young man ask, "Are you in your teens now?"

Ye Lang looked at him with elusive eyes, and answered after a long while: "Seventeen."

Huo Yang was taken aback, "...It's seventeen now? Is it real or not? I'm so busy and stupid." He thought about it carefully for a while, and was a little puzzled, "I gave you a car last year. At the time, you were not ten..."

"Sixteen." The young man suddenly leaned over, pressed in front of him, stretched out his hands and pinched his cheeks, "What's the matter with you, I haven't settled the account I said the day before yesterday."

When Ye Lang scratched his waist, Huo Yang yelled happily and struggled vigorously, but after all, Ye Lang was not the IQ who was tricked into kissing him when he was ten years old, and his poor acting skills were quickly seen through.

The boy narrowed his eyes: "Are you pretending to be itchy?"

"No, no, genetic mutation..." Huo Yang couldn't stop him, he was pushed into the sofa, and he only had time to say his last words, "Hey! The blueberries are spilled!"

After turning off the lights at night, Ye Lang hugged him to sleep as before, but Huo Yang broke away after holding him for a while.

"It's already May, it's hot." He turned over, closed his eyes and said in a daze, "Honey, you're like a big stove."

Ye Lang frowned, "Who claimed to be the one who grabbed the claw machine last time?"

"It was winter at that time." Huo Yang gradually became sleepy, and wanted to rub his soft hair. As soon as his fingers were inserted, he was exhausted from sleepiness, "Young people are full of anger..."

His arms were empty, and Ye Lang's heart was also empty.His possessive desire began to haunt him again, and even gave birth to inexplicable doubts.

Until the final exam, Huo Yang didn't come to pick him up several times. When Ye Lang asked, he only said that he was busy with work.

"Shall we go out to play this year?" Ye Lang sat cross-legged on the bed, watching him frantically flipping through a lot of red line charts, "Staying at home all the time, it's so boring."

"Okay," Huo Yang agreed without looking back, "Where do you want to go, domestic? Abroad?"

"Abroad, I want to go to Europe." Ye Lang looked at his well-proportioned back muscles, Huo Yang is a rough old man by nature, he would drink cold beer as water at home in hot summer, and wear big underpants.He usually wears a T-shirt, and occasionally wears a vest. Ye Lang thinks that it is not good for him to sit in the office and turn on the air conditioner all day long, so he is not allowed to turn on the air conditioner at home. Same as Dinghaishenzhen.

Huo Yang noticed an arm around his chest, grabbed his hand, and continued to mark with a pencil, "Go and see the air ticket hotel, don't book it first, please wait until I'm done working for a while. Let’s talk about it later.”

"Okay." The young man hugged him without moving.

Huo Yang was already used to his clingy behavior. He just felt that the bare, naked skin was sweating, hot and sticky. He moved to the side and said tactfully: "Don't pick and choose." Hotel or something?"

He wants to drive me away.Ye Lang suddenly had such a thought in his mind.

He was making an excuse—to get me out of his way.

Huo Yang found that he was still sticking to his back, and sighed helplessly, so he had to convince himself to have a fireplace in the midsummer night.As soon as he picked up the pen, his scorching breath suddenly landed on his sweaty back.

The hot tip of his tongue landed on his shoulder, followed the shoulder bones and neck line, and licked his earlobe. Huo Yang's hand holding the pen trembled uncontrollably, and then he was pressed down on the table.

"Ye Lang..." In the middle of his words, he was bitten on the back of his neck and his breathing became tight.Xia Tian didn't wear much clothes, Ye Lang's other hand wandered down without hindrance, reaching into his pants.

He only had time to grab Ye Lang's hand, but failed to stop his movement.

Ye Lang raised his head and stared at his sweaty temples, his lips fluttered under his own movements.Huo Yang frowned, and didn't make any other sound except panting, and kept staring at the blueprint on the desktop. The arm veins of the hand he was pressing protruded, as if trying to suppress something.

Huo Yang didn't reject him, but his attitude clearly meant rejection.

After Ye Lang took out the paper, he hesitated for a moment, then handed him some papers, "Wipe off your sweat."

He took it over, wiped the sweat off his face and neck casually, without saying a word, buried his head and continued to work without even looking at Ye Lang.

The cool night wind seeped in from the window, bringing with it a moist and fresh smell of grass and trees, but it didn't cool Huo Yang. Under his agitation, the hot sweat on his body kept breaking out layer by layer.When it was twelve o'clock, when Huo Yang stood up and turned off the lamp, he pulled his trousers, feeling that the trousers could squeeze out salt.

As long as he closes his eyes, the picture of the lifeless Ye Qian being imprisoned in a mental hospital pierces his temple like a needle.

At the beginning, Huo Yang declared with the professional vision of an architecture graduate that Ye Qian's paintings were of artistic value. He dared not say, but this painting talent was absolutely top-notch.Ye Jingzhi and Lin Zhi believed his words, ran around, and finally found a way to open a solo exhibition for Ye Qian.

Under the persuasion of his family, Ye Qian handed over the paintings without saying anything, and followed them to meet teachers, investors, and curious reporters, and watched his paintings hang on the wall of the gallery one by one .

He has been behaving normally, successfully letting down the vigilance of the whole family.

The art exhibition ended very successfully, many people showed their interest, and the works of this psychotic painter began to be circulated online.As a result, on the third day, Ye Qian was driven mad by a pestering photographer, and then he locked the door and locked himself in the room for a whole day.

He actually cut his wrist.

Now, after taking a shower, he was lying on the bed, still restless and unable to calm down, he closed his eyes and let out a long breath.

"What's the matter with you recently?" Ye Lang stretched out his hand and twirled Huo Yang's black hair scattered on the pillow.

Hearing his calm tone, Huo Yang thought about it, and told the truth: "Ye Qian has entered the mental hospital, and he committed suicide by cutting his wrists a while ago, so busy. Now... well, I don't know what to do next. "

Ye Lang let out a soft "Oh" and was silent for a while, then said again: "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I think you're not in a good mood recently, so I don't bother you." Huo Yang opened his eyes, "Ye Heling has been looking for you twice this month, what's the matter?"

Ye Lang lowered his head and raised the corner of his mouth, "You want to know?"

This smiley, ignorant person has an unfathomable aura for no reason, Huo Yang looked at him for a while, and had a bad feeling, "If you don't want to say it, just..."

"It's nothing." Ye Lang lowered his eyes, his tone was casual, as if he didn't take it seriously, "He just said you are my brother."