crush again

Early in the morning Ye Lang was woken up forcefully.

He was sleeping soundly on the bed, but suddenly he was dragged to the edge of the bed by a strong force, and the quilt disappeared, so he opened his eyes reluctantly, "...what are you doing..."

"Get up," Huo Yang stood on the edge of the bed, bent over and twisted his face, "Follow me to the construction site."

Ye Lang yawned and said vaguely, "I still have remedial classes in the morning..."

"Don't go, ask for leave." Huo Yang dragged him up and pressed him against the head of the bed, "Didn't you say yesterday that I was busy just to fool you? Go, I will teach you well."

Ye Lang glanced at his watch half asleep, it was not yet five o'clock, "Didn't you educate me yesterday..."

"For a stubborn person like you, verbal education is not enough." Huo Yang went to get his clothes, threw them on the bed, and saw that the young man had sat up, his upper body was naked, his brows were wrinkled, and his heart felt a little uncomfortable. hot.

He pinched Ye Lang's cheek again, "Baby, don't look at me like that."

Ye Lang turned his head and wanted to bite him, but unexpectedly Huo Yang withdrew his hand quickly, missed the opportunity, and closed his upper and lower jaw with a crisp "crack".He rubbed his numb chin, "You are like teasing a dog."

Huo Yang watched him turn over and get up, stand on the bed and put on his clothes, "Little wolf dog?"

"Strange," Ye Lang jumped off the bed, and walked into the bathroom without looking back, "I thought you were going to talk about Gong Teddy."

Huo Yang was overjoyed, "Hey! It's really valuable to have self-knowledge!"

After a simple wash, Ye Lang went downstairs to cook a pot of noodles.While slowly stirring the marinade with long chopsticks, which contained bell peppers, dried shiitake mushrooms and leftover chicken broth from last night, he called his tutor to ask for leave.Huo Yang, as always, leaned against the door to watch him cook, "Stop it, it's so hot, it would be nice to have an air conditioner at home. I can't even wish for it."

"The domestic college entrance examination is very difficult. My Chinese is not good, so I can't do without it." Ye Lang turned off the fire, took out two bowls from the cupboard, lifted the lid, and a smell of cooking came out. "Mathematics is more interesting. I'm going to compete."

Huo Yang watched him stir the noodles quickly, and then scooped them all up with a colander. He was very skillful, and then raised his head and raised his mouth at himself, "Centripetal force—I learned it by myself. I've read almost half of physics."

He took a bowl of noodles, inhaled the aroma, and sat down on the edge of the table, "I'm afraid you're too tired. Besides, don't you want to go abroad?"

Ye Lang lowered his head and took a mouthful of noodles, "Well, it's the same everywhere. Foreign countries are not necessarily better than domestic..." He raised his head halfway through eating, "You want to drive me away?"

"... Hurry up and eat you," Huo Yang pressed the boy's head back on the bowl, "don't cry hungry after work."

Huo Yang took him to a commercial street in the old town.There is a lot of traffic in front of the street, and there are old alleys and deep houses behind the street. These old buildings that have gone through a hundred years of wind and rain have been in disrepair for a long time, and they look particularly dirty and messy during the day.

After entering, Ye Lang saw that a lot of shiny boards, doors and windows, furniture, sockets, wires, etc. had been piled up here.Two other architects and several workers were already waiting there. Huo Yang went over to distribute cigarettes to the workers first, then greeted them, and introduced with a smile: "This is my brother, he is at home. I have nothing to do, pull him out to experience life."

The two young architects also greeted him with a smile, "Hey, handsome guy!"

Ye Lang's whole body went there, he didn't seem to come to experience life, but he seemed to come to shoot some idol drama, which was completely out of harmony with the messy scenery.He nodded politely, "Hello, uncle and aunt."

Huo Yang laughed loudly, "Good call! Good call!" Before he finished laughing, he was involved in a big fight, and his colleagues who had suffered severe hair loss from overtime work began to attack him personally.

Ye Lang avoided them, stood in an open space that was not so obstructive, looked up at the square sky, and the fat sparrows flying down from the telegraph poles.He didn't look at it for a long time before he was dragged over by his brother, "What are you doing standing there? Come and help!"

"Me?" He was puzzled.Huo Yang took his arm, looked around, and pointed to the board with distaste, "What do you want to do. Go over there to do odd jobs for Lu Gong, and tighten the screws."

Ye Lang replied to him: "Did I come here voluntarily?"

He said so, but he still walked over to do chores for Engineer Lu.No one dared to arrange heavy work for him, so it was screwing, and Huo Yang was there with another male architect to lift up and down, pulled out several carts of garbage, and took care of all the rough and dirty work with the workers. The look of an intellectual.

Ye Lang looked at him and thought: "He always comes home after a day like this?"

Huo Yang stepped on a precarious ladder over there, and no one helped him.Ye Lang walked over and just caught up with him to get down, quickly reached out to stabilize the ladder, and carried a piece of glass, which was almost smashed by Huo Yang's sudden turn.

"Didn't I ask you to do chores for Lu Gong?" Huo Yang frowned, "Come here and grab some work."

Lu Gong is a female colleague, and there is no heavy work there.Ye Lang ignored him and walked forward with the glass on his shoulders. When he passed by, he vaguely left a word, "When you turn back, if you become tired like a dog, I will be the one holding back the fire."

Huo Yang was questioned by the kid about his ability, of course he refused to accept it, and chased after him for a few steps, "We adults are more motivated, and we don't use all our nutrition on the lower body."

Ye Lang: "Oh, we are all minors who have developed in an all-round way."

The two stood here and muttered secretly, at least they separated a second before being watched.The workers over there were chanting sports chants, and when they turned their heads, they found that the young boy who looked like a nobleman was helping him, and the phrase "big girl is beautiful, big girl waves" stuck in his throat.

Ye Lang carried the glass steadily, and pointed to the cutting machine over there, "Master, do you want to cut this?"

"No, put this one by the wall first, don't touch that machine." The worker waved his hand, saw that he put the glass as he said, and then turned around to pick up the plate over there, and he suspected that he was here to make trouble.

But he soon discovered that the kid was very smart and obeyed instructions, and the two of them actually set up the boards in the old house.When the master worker was laying the wires, he quietly took an Allen wrench and helped with all the trivial tasks, which was very worry-free.

He ate boxed lunch at noon, of course Huo Yang was reluctant to let his little boy eat those high-end waste oil set meals, and wanted to take him out to eat, but Ye Lang took the steamed buns and boxed lunch from Lu Gong without any complaints, and thanked him , I took the stool to the side and ate quietly.

Before evening, the four houses in one courtyard were almost cleaned up.Ye Lang stood in the courtyard and took a step back, looking at the bright lights in front of him: These old buildings are made of wood and stone, leaking wind and rain. When he stood in the house, he saw the old wooden beams on the roof.And what they did was not to tear down the old house and rebuild it, but to clean up the old paint and garbage, and built a new box-like house with light and strong composite sandwich panels inside the house, which not only withstands the beams and columns, but also retains the original juice. Original old building.

"This project is called 'Inner Box Yard'." An arm rested on his shoulders, pouring down a reassuring weight, and the heat from that person's body was also transmitted.Ye Lang turned his head and saw Huo Yang standing next to him, explaining to him for free, "It's just to build another house in the old house, like a box. These old houses are in disrepair for a long time, with poor lighting and no wind protection... Here, look at the roof." He pointed to the thick plastic roof with a lot of bricks on it, "It's easy to leak when it rains or snows. And it's impossible to lay additional urban pipelines, water, electricity, electricity, etc. Sanitary conditions are worrisome.”

"This inner box courtyard is actually a pre-installed module, which is easy to install, low in cost, and doesn't require the aborigines to move out." Huo Yang spread his hands, "Think about the high land price of this place, a courtyard house, near the Forbidden City. , it can be sold for a few hundred million if it is sorted out."

The sky is blue, and the lights in the inner box are harmonious. Among the mottled vermilion paint, it is a modern, bright and clean.The light shone on the young man's handsome eyebrows, and the long eyelashes seemed to be carrying countless fine spots of light, which made Ye Lang reluctant to look away, "Did you design this?"

"Don't make trouble, if I work on this project alone, I will be bald." Huo Yang touched his hair with lingering fear, "I am responsible for many products, such as composting toilets. Go and try the last one?"

"..." Ye Lang said, "Your talent is amazing."

"Actually, there are still serious things—" At this time, everyone else finished their work and was about to leave, waving goodbye to him. After watching them leave, Huo Yang stretched out his hand to Ye Lang's shoulders nonchalantly, "Septic tank, deal with life Sewage; retractable shower room, mainly to save space. Two days ago, we also helped to reinforce the old building, not to mention decades, it should be no problem to live here for ten or eight years. If there is a problem, it can only be an old house collapsed."

He turned his head, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What do you think?"

When Ye Lang met his gaze, he almost seemed to be burned, his pupils trembled slightly, "I think you are very powerful."

Huo Yang has been busy all day, and he feels good about himself. Now he is educating teenagers and talking endlessly, "There are too many amazing people. I like this job and these projects, so no matter how busy I am, I go to the construction site and eat box lunches." I have no complaints - what I brought you here is a new project. The private clubhouse under construction is a real construction site. It is dry and dirty. Every time I do surveying and mapping, I can’t wear my shoes after walking around. The choice of occupation is It’s a very prudent thing, if you become an animal because of something you don’t like at all, what would it be like to live in darkness?”

"Going to college is to determine your ideal, to determine that it is worth your life's effort, and to ensure that it brings you more enjoyment than any other field... Don't make a decision on a whim."

"I want you to go where you want to go and do what you want to do." Huo Yang gently pulled his shoulder, "So, think about going to college in China, okay?"

"..." The boy lowered his eyes.

He didn't answer right away, as if he had listened to Huo Yang's words, and was seriously considering major events in life.

But the answer is ready to come out.

He had no special interest since he was a child, nor did he have a strong motivation to yearn for anything.When he was still young, with the extremely rich resources given by his family, he was fortunate to have access to the paths leading to all aspects of society, but at that time his direction was fixed.Those flashes of inspiration have long since disappeared, and they have to use the strength of digging diamonds in the garbage mountain to find them back.

Over the years, he has walked steadily on the road paved by his family. According to the so-called excellent standards, he climbed up the mountain as he did back then. His six roots were clean, and he was almost blinded by this glamorous skin.

In his short ten years, the obsession that has haunted his soul and dreamed and almost melted into his flesh and blood... There is only one.

So many dreams, desires, expectations.What he said was written in one stroke; what he didn't say was carved in his heart long ago with blood.

Only that one.

"I'm not crazy." Ye Lang finally said.

The boy's pupils were deep and quiet, and every word was very clear, making people wonder whether to call him childish or to be serious, "Grandpa talked to me about you. He thought you might want my money." , I said, it’s okay if you want my life.” He grabbed Huo Yang’s wrist on his shoulder, dropped his hand, and interlocked his fingers tightly, “I’m just like this. You let me Do what I want to do, but I can't do without you now."

He shook his brother's hand like a fool, "You said it last night, I'm still young and ignorant. I'll talk about other things later, I don't want to think about anything else."

It took Huo Yang a long time before he raised his hand to touch his head. He couldn't tell what it was like, as if he had eaten a handful of glass slag rolled over honey.

"I seem to... spoil him," he thought, "so dependent on me."

In the end, Huo Yang stopped the remedial class.He promised Ye Lang that he would consider going abroad for further study, but he had to get busy for a while first.Ye Lang didn't want to stay at home with nothing to do, and the final result of the discussion was to finish this issue first.

At the same time, he also figured out some things.He couldn't be like a dodder, pining his brother for the rest of his life. Such a sacrifice would be difficult once or twice. If he forced his brother to sacrifice like this all the time, it would exhaust his patience.

He also has a little selfishness.Every time he sees Huo Yang being tired of trifles, trapped in the web of favors and relationships, and going to social gatherings that he doesn't even want to go to, Ye Lang will especially want to grow up, take care of himself as soon as possible, at least share with him—but Huo Yang didn't even ask him to block a drink.

His brother's answer to this question was very simple and rude.

"Do you think it's that simple?" Huo Yang lay next to him that night, rubbing his abdominal muscles every day for fun, "Three for one for wine, 53-degree sauce with lemon maotai, beer mug. If it's so easy, who would play in person?" , I will take a plastic bag with me in the future, and whoever toasts me will pour it in by himself."

Ye Lang dutifully made his pillow and cat litter, took a bunch of grapes, or peeled them to feed him, "Can't you pretend to be sick?"

"Well, this one is sweet." Satisfied with being served, Huo Yang stretched out his arms to scoop it up, hugging her warmly and warmly, and even turned his phone to silent, "Okay, don't think about it. You don't want to give people face." , who will give you face. Those things that can be done or not done depend on face."

The boy didn't speak.

Huo Yang thought he was ignorant of the world, so on a whim, he opened a private school again, talking nonsense about money supremacy, nepotism, and the darkness of the world. The middle-aged and elderly leaders have a virtue.

Ye Lang was forced to listen to the dross, and after hearing it, he couldn't bear it and moved his hand.Uncle Huo was still immersed in his old-fashioned official airs, when suddenly his pajamas were stripped of a row of buttons, and he was so frightened that he immediately withdrew his magical powers.

The next afternoon, when Ye Lang finished his class and came out of the building, he saw a silver-gray Rolls-Royce Silver Angel on the driveway, with a license plate he was familiar with, waiting for someone.

After a cold war for a month, after Ye Lang had a showdown with his grandfather, he resolutely blocked all the temptations of his family members.His brother Mingyuan and sister Qingsang have the ability to intervene, but they also silently blocked the smog.Ironically, this period of time was actually the cleanest day he lived.

He was steaming in the sweltering heat at four o'clock in the afternoon, and thought about it from Huo Yang's point of view, "Uncle Zhong went on a trip, and he took a taxi when he got home. This car can stretch its legs, has air conditioning, and it doesn't cost money...it's not free." I'm sorry my grandpa."

He opened the car door calmly, and the cool air-conditioning wind came blowing in, and Mr. Ye suddenly appeared with gorgeous hair.

——Why did you come here in person!

"..." Ye Lang maintained the posture of pulling the car door, "If you didn't come to take me back to my home, I would have left."

He also deliberately emphasized the word "my family".Of course Ye Heling didn't want to compete with the rebellious boy of sixteen or seventeen for such a provocation. He sat by the car door with a hoarse voice, "Get in the car."

"Where?"

Ye Heling raised his eyes coldly, "To see your grandma."

"Grandpa," the young man bent down slightly, and said softly, "If you want to take me back to punish me and beat me in the temple of my hometown, then you don't have to waste this time. What am I?"

"When did I ever whip you?" Ye Heling leaned slightly, resting on the tip of a nanmugen cane, "Come up, go to Babaoshan." Seeing that Ye Lang didn't move, he added with a blank expression, "Sweeping!" After the tomb, I don’t care where you want to go.”

Although his grandfather was iron-blooded and ruthless, he never broke his promise to the younger generation, and even spit blood on the ground to make a hole.Ye Langyang threw away his schoolbag and happily stepped into the car.

Ye Heling is used to dissatisfaction. Ye Lang once thought that if technology allowed, he would definitely change himself from the inside out and continue to do harm to the world.But today he asked someone to drive the car into the cemetery.

The two, one old and one young, supported each other and walked to the columbarium where the founders of the Republic were sleeping.

Ye Chongzhi had a heart like a mountain before his death, and he also lived on the remaining veins of the Western Mountain after his death, like a long, thick and fascinating legend.Ye Lang walked slowly with him, wiped the ashes wall with a silk cloth, and went to the cemetery outside.

"Son," Ye Heling patted his hand, "Let's take a walk."

"En." The boy replied, holding his arm firmly and cautiously.In the eyes of outsiders, this is a pair of close relatives with very core values, Sun Xiaozu, Zuci, who came out to digest food together.

Ye Lang has worshiped Ye Chongzhi's tomb and the tablet in his hometown temple at least a dozen times since he was a child, and he has heard stories of various revolutionary martyrs for countless times.When he was preparing to regenerate a layer of cocoons in his ears, Ye Heling said unexpectedly: "Do you blame me?"

Ye Lang thought he was talking about the New Year's quarrel: at that time Ye Heling was so angry that he even raised his cane suddenly, if Ye Qijun and the others tried their best to dissuade him, that stick would have beaten him until he vomited blood.He replied politely, "No wonder."

"I'm talking about your mother."

Ye Lang was silent for a while, "..."

Ye Heling didn't ask him if he knew, but walked slowly while holding his hand, "Sometimes, I push you too much."

"No wonder." Ye Lang finally said.

"Don't blame me." Ye Heling patted him on the back lightly, "You have a strong heart, I hope you... willpower is firm. Don't rely on this to go your own way."

He coughed a bit, and there was a heavy wheezing sound in his chest, with the peculiar turbidity of an old man, "Grandpa... living to this age, I have long forgotten about myself. As for your uncle and the others, they are too busy and have mixed thoughts. You can't educate children; your brother and sister are too young to take care of themselves, so it's pretty good."

As dusk approaches, there are few people in the cemetery, except for the distant chirping of birds.

Ye Heling sighed, "A person like your grandma... Probably only one can come out of a family."

"Grandpa, I can't be her." Ye Lang said, "You may be able to hold me for a few years, decades, but it's not a lifetime. Your will is imposed on me, no matter how much I follow it, it's not the same. My own will. Wouldn’t that be a problem? Apart from himself, what else can drive him to live his whole life? External force is not stronger than internal force.”

The more experience, the higher the knowledge, the fewer shackles that can hold this person, and he will become more and more aware of the hatefulness of these shackles.On the day when he couldn't bear it anymore and showed his sharpness, there was absolutely nothing that could restrain him.

Man is the smallest force in nature, but the most turbulent social variable.

The old man suddenly stopped panting and coughing, and his eagle-like eyes were like a sea of ​​rippling blades, which were so translucent, "Then tell me, do you have an ambition?"

This question was once again placed in front of Ye Lang.Just a few days is not enough for him to think about a lifelong career, he can only be speechless.

Ye Heling said: "Without ambition, you are like a boat without a rudder and a horse without a title. You don't have to be like me. You don't have to be like me, do business all your life, go everywhere, and dedicate yourself to this family. You can pursue it as much as you want. But if you have no ambition, you just don't have it." A backbone."

"I lived like this, not for the country or my family, and not to be manipulated by others. You are only restricted by me now. In the future, there will be many people, powerful or not, coincidental or non-coincidental, all will come to restrict you You, can you resist? When you don't have the strength to resist, you will not be far from death."

He said such a long paragraph in one breath, his heart and lungs were already protesting wildly, and he was about to go on strike.Just like the autocratic family back then, this ancient old man suppressed his weak body and calmly endured the sharp pain protruding from his chest, "Think about these things carefully, and then discuss with me about giving up..." He panted He took a deep breath, "I will not give up my inheritance rights."

Ye Lang was quiet for a long time this time.

Ye Heling didn't urge him, and he didn't want to ask him to help him to rest, and continued to exhaust his energy with the young man.Naturally, he couldn't rest while walking, until his eyes were almost dark, he was suddenly turned around slightly by his shoulders, pressed down, and his buttocks landed on the hard stool unexpectedly.

The boy's voice came from above his head, "Grandpa, I still don't want to hear from you."

"..." Ye Heling leaned on a cane.

"I understand what you mean." Ye Lang bent down and helped his cane that almost fell over. "I also... agree with a part. Some of the things you taught me when I was young are quite useful."

The former business tycoon who gave everything he had, really had nothing to say to this crazy "some".

Ye Lang was not afraid that he would beat him up now, so he sat down next to him and began to talk about his thoughts frankly: "I thought about it, and there is nothing I particularly like, what I am good at... is what you taught me, business, Management. Business is like a spider’s thread, which can connect many fields, and I still find it very interesting. Start a business, or enter a family company.

Ye Heling asked: "Do you still want to go to school in China?"

Ye Lang originally wanted to say "I want to go abroad, mainly depends on my brother", but considering his grandfather is a cruel old stick, he just gave it a small stick, "It's fine, just look at my brother."

Ye Heling fell silent.

The grandfather and grandson coincidentally looked at the quiet twilight among the layers of dense forests. The sun had already turned to the other hemisphere, leaving only a thin layer of late orange.

"You two are not biological brothers." The old man said lightly, "Anyway, if you are, I can't stop you. Am I right?"

Ye Lang hooked the corners of his mouth, folded his arms, and didn't speak.

Although the young Ye Lang was well mannered like a dog and looked like an elegant villain, Ye Heling could see the twisted energy in his bones at a glance, extremely cold and fierce.When the 12-year-old boy embarked on the journey to the snow-capped mountains, Mr. Ye would sit in the temple of his hometown at eleven o'clock every day, put on reading glasses, and carefully copy a few pages of scriptures.He even invited a few strings of Buddhist beads, and told Steward Ma and other servants to wear them.

As for why he chose to copy the scriptures at noon, it may be because...he thought it was the warmest and safest time in the snow-capped mountains.

He lost his eldest son, and sent his only child to die.The home he worked so hard to maintain was not a clean and sunny place, surrounded by wolves and people's hearts.

Why give the child to the young man?Why did he make such a promise?

Rebellious children are always passionate, not afraid of pain, and don't understand why the older generation always makes compromises in family disputes.Little do they know that the old people have also gone from rebellious teenagers to the age of their parents, and they understand the pain of new wounds and old wounds.

In a family, blood is thicker than water, and what is written down is just a sentence of "peace and joy".

"Bring him during the New Year..." Leaning on a cane, Ye Heling slowly uttered the second half of the sentence, "Let's go home together."

The author has something to say:

①Inner box yard: contracted and designed by the public architectural firm.A long-term project in Beijing's Dashilar Renewal Plan, won the ArchitizerAAwards "Low Cost" Jury Award and the "Small House" Most Popular Award.Its shape is a modular inner box that can be assembled quickly, stuffed in the original old building, it is real~

②The whole sentence of Grandpa’s words: “Without ambition, it is like a boat without a rudder and a horse without a title.

From "Biography and Xilu", Wang Shouren.