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Huo Yang saw himself through the polished glass door, and his face was more embarrassing than he thought.

He looked like he had just been fished out of drowning, his nose and the corners of his eyes were red with cold, watching Ye Lang walk over without saying a word, he grabbed him and walked into the building.

Huo Yang was taken aback, "What are you doing?"

"There's a gym up there, and there's showers inside."

"How about a change of clothes?"

"I have, wear mine."

"Wait..." Huo Yang still refused to obediently follow him in, and leaned back under his strength, trying to scratch his hair, but found it was dripping wet, "My..."

"Traffic jams everywhere now." Ye Lang looked at him, "You can take a shower first, change your clothes, and leave when the rain subsides. What's the problem?"

Huo Yang stammered for a while, "That..."

"what?"

He took another look at the clean and clean ground in the building, seeing people coming and going in new clothes, he couldn't bear to look at himself, "I'm covered in water..."

Ye Lang didn't speak, his eyes slowly swept around him, and he narrowed his eyes, "Wet?"

"...Get lost!" Huo Yang's face turned red when he looked at his eyes, "Pay attention to your quality! I'm afraid I'll get the ground wet after I go in."

Ye Lang stopped talking nonsense with him, turned his head and said something to the guard next to him, and then dragged him directly into the building.Huo Yang shouted: "Hey hey hey hey - my little cock!"

He glanced at Huo Yang, and successfully shut him up, "I asked someone to drive you to the parking lot."

It was very dark outside, and the moment he entered the door, the bright and warm light from the large chandelier poured down from his head, as if he even made himself a little more human.Huo Yang's shoes were also full of water, and there was a creaking sound when he walked, and people along the way looked at him in surprise.After being dragged into the elevator by Ye Lang, he breathed a sigh of relief and took off his raincoat and hat.

Ye Lang led him to the first floor, turned around and entered an office in the corridor.After Huo Yang went in, he realized that he was stepping on a wooden floor, and quickly retreated to the mat at the door.

Ye Lang went into the inner room and came out with a set of clean clothes. Seeing him standing obediently at the door, he was stunned, "Aren't you coming in?"

Huo Yang explained: "The wooden floor will be damaged if it gets wet."

"It doesn't matter." He looked down at Huo Yang's shoes, "I don't have sneakers here, can you wear slippers?"

"Row."

Ye Lang then came out with another pair of slippers.A local tyrant is a local tyrant, and the style of the flip-flops is also good-looking, and they are made of genuine leather.Huo Yang caught the backpack he threw over and heard him say: "Clothes and bath liquid. The gym is on the ninth floor, and you're stuck on the outer mezzanine, just go in and swipe your card."

Huo Yang held the bag, but didn't move.

Ye Lang was a little surprised, "What's wrong?"

Huo Yang still didn't speak, just stared at him.Ye Lang couldn't help wondering if he hadn't pulled the chain of his trousers. He looked down and found nothing unusual.

"what happened to you?"

"It's nothing," Huo Yang said, "Did I... trouble you?"

He couldn't count the number of times Ye Lang helped him.From the moment we first met, I lent him a pencil case, directed a thesis, gave him a birthday cake, later gave him a mobile phone, and wrote music scores. Everyone paid attention to his active activities on stage, only he remembered to bring himself a dinner...

Unexpectedly, Ye Lang nodded simply: "Yes."

"..."

"Friendly reminder, I'm a bit of a clean freak." He pointed to the already soaked wool pad under Huo Yang's feet, "So you—"

"I'm going!" Huo Yang ran away immediately.

When he came back from brushing his hair, Ye Lang was sitting next to the desk with an eye-protecting lamp on, looking at the documents at a glance, and said "come in" without looking up.Huo Yang didn't leave immediately as he secretly decided while taking a shower, but walked in as if nothing had happened, closed the door quietly, moved in quietly, and then quietly sat... into the big sofa by the window.

The hair is not dry yet.He thought of an excuse in his mind.

Ye Lang didn't drive him away.After packing up his things, he stood up, took two glasses of water from the water dispenser next to him, and walked over to pass them to him, "I heard you say, you fell down?"

Huo Yang told the whole story.He scratched his hair, and reluctantly found that these two or three bristles were almost dry.After listening to Ye Lang, he asked: "Can't you report him? As long as you give the review, you will deduct money?"

"No." He took a sip of water, "Crowdsourcing platforms have a low threshold, of course there is no guarantee, unlike those professional companies. There was a customer who deliberately did not answer the phone before, just to get a red envelope for overtime compensation."

"..." Ye Lang frowned, "What's the phone number of that person?"

Huo Yang glanced at him, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"Talk."

Huo Yang laughed, "Look at your face. I will spray his phone on the wall in two days and write '□□'."

"If you want me, spray 'Looking for Miss'." Seeing that Huo Yang couldn't stop laughing, Ye Lang hooked his lips, "Stop laughing, get up, and go home from get off work."

The street lights outside were turned on, and the high-rise buildings were gradually brightly lit.Huo Yang didn't want to leave, so he agreed, but he still nestled on the sofa.

Ye Lang keenly noticed his subtle emotions, "What's wrong, you don't want to go home?"

"No, I'll come back later." He thought about where he could go now, cafes, restaurants, cinemas, but he didn't want to spend money. Today's loss is big enough, and he will go home sooner or later, so he sighed. "Forget it, I don't want to go back..."

When Huo Yang thought of his dad's dog temper, he became worried, "My dad didn't support my part-time job in the holidays, and now I'm afraid that I can't help arguing with him when I go back. He actually asked me to study..."

"Do you not like studying finance?" Ye Lang said, "Every exam is like death."

"Yes, my dad gave me a major."

Ye Lang also sat down beside him, sank back into the sofa, raised his head, "Why did you ask him to report to you?"

He crossed his hands behind his head and tilted his head to look at the night scene outside, "I don't like anything."

"Really?" Ye Lang turned his head, "Didn't you like anything since childhood?"

"...Let's sing." Huo Yang was silent for a while, and said, "But I liked it for a short time, I only started to like it in high school, because I found that girls are more attracted to boys who sing well."

Ye Lang, "..."

Ye Lang said: "Then your only hobby is the opposite sex."

"What are you talking about? I also have ideals, I'm not a salted fish." Huo Yang briefly told him about his experience of being slapped by Teacher Yang Yin, and spread his hands, "So now I just like it, and I don't plan to rely on this Have a meal."

Ye Lang turned around suddenly, put his elbows on the back of the sofa, propped his head, and stared at his side face solemnly, "I have something to say."

Huo Yang also turned his head, "Huh?"

"I don't think this is your problem." He said, "Central Music specializes in Western music, and the entire college only recruits less than 1000 people each year, and the Department of Voice and Songs only recruits more than 30 people. It is very, very difficult to get admitted to Central Music. You are not the kind of person who practiced singing and singing since childhood, your father is not looking for you in the right direction, and the requirements are too high."

Huo Yang stared blankly into his eyes, "..."

"At your level, you can find a teacher to study hard for two years. You can take the Chuanyin or Shangyin exams. The environment is relaxed, and the things you learn are also to your liking. I know a Chuanyin student who is now participating in the audition. It's quite popular. You Dad may be too..." Ye Lang chose his words quite seriously, "I hope my son will become a dragon."

"I..." He swallowed, "I don't necessarily..."

Ye Lang seemed to have seen through his hidden thoughts, and his words were slightly sharp, "But you haven't considered whether it's your father's problem? You think it's better to continue to hang out like this, and it's more uncertain than walking away." Is the road better?"

"No." Huo Yang murmured, "I have thought about it, but my dad, he..."

Ye Lang stopped talking and looked at him quietly.

"My dad... he's quite used to me. He scolds me on the surface, but he seldom refuses any requests I make, and he always follows me. "

"He is a Beijing ruffian. Well, he was a gangster when he was young. He didn't go to school and didn't have much education. Later, he started to study by himself and was admitted to an adult school. He even learned a boiler major. There are not many boilers now, which is equivalent to studying in vain. He has done everything, and now he finally got out, working as an electrical engineer for the State Grid. He placed a lot of hope in me. I was the first in the primary school exam class. He cut the tofu."

"He just wanted me to be a tool." Huo Yang said, "But what kind of tool it is, he doesn't know. Maybe making a lot of money is considered a tool in his eyes, and the one who applied for me was the Department of Finance."

"Ideal?"

"Ideal?" He chewed these two words slowly, then turned his head suddenly, "Is it ideal to want to play?"

Ye Lang was noncommittal, "That depends on how you play."

"It's just for fun, whatever is fun. Future, family, it's nothing. I'll talk about it after I've had enough fun, otherwise life would be too boring." He stretched his waist, "I want to live a chic life One thing, I am especially envious of those who have their own aura, and never care about other people's eyes."

"Shameless is only one step away from being chic, come on." Ye Lang patted his head and stood up, "Are you going home or not? I'm really starving to death."

"No return, no return, I won't return!" Huo Yang tilted to the side, hugged the cushion and began to roll slowly, "Oh, your sofa, ouch...it's so comfortable..."

"Get out." Ye Lang kicked his ass, in exchange for the opponent to squirm a few times, and then collapsed again.

Huo Yang buried his face in his fur happily, feeling that he could lie like this all night.Then he heard him say behind his back: "Why don't you... come home with me?"

"Ah?" He didn't expect Ye Lang to say that, and he almost agreed right away.After hesitating for a while, I tried to ask, "Your parents don't necessarily agree?"

This kind of problem would not be established on Huo Yang, his parents are volcanic hospitality, they like to chat with boys and girls, to absorb the power of youth, but this may not be true in Ye Lang's house—— He looks decent at first glance, and his family is strict, unlike his family, which looks like a farmhouse.

But to be honest, he really wanted to meet Ye Lang's parents.The young man is so handsome, how good are his parents' genes?The whole family sits at the same table, who wants to eat...

"..." Huo Yang didn't hear his voice for a long time, turned his head, and heard Ye Lang suddenly say: "My parents passed away early, I was raised by my grandparents."

His face still remained unchanged, Huo Yang sat up suddenly after being dumbfounded for two seconds, "Wait a minute, see your grandparents? Then I...I have to..."

"No, no, no." Ye Lang quickly waved his hands, "I usually live alone, and if I don't live with them, I feel uncomfortable when I go to see them."

"Oh, I was shocked." He breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't let your grandparents find out that you are making friends with a two hundred and five."

"You have self-knowledge." Ye Lang clicked his tongue, "Go! There's so much nonsense."

It's already raining outside.The night sky is clear.

The subway line [-] in the CBD is very scary. Huo Yang and him squeezed in the subway until they grinned, and the distance was so close that they could count their eyelashes. "Brother, why don't you have a car?"

Ye Lang is used to this kind of situation. He grabbed the railing of his face, and he was out of breath, so he answered concisely: "Driving in a traffic jam. Cycling to inhale the smog."

"You have a big heart..." Huo Yang frowned, pulled out the clothes on his back from the subway door, and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck, you're all gone."

After being squeezed like this for more than half an hour, Huo Yang's body was almost soaked again.After getting out of the subway station, he followed Ye Lang for a walk, and found that it was an art business district, filled with brightly lit restaurants, bars and cafes remodeled from old factories, as well as very literary art galleries, exhibition centers and so on.Huo Yang found some lofts and single apartments, but he didn't quite believe that Ye Lang would live in such a place, but there seemed to be no other residential areas here...

"Here we are." Ye Lang stopped.

"Are you there?" Huo Yang took a few steps back and looked up to see the high red brick walls on both sides.Ye Lang took out the key, opened a heavy wooden door in the middle, and turned on the light.

"You live in this place?" He took a step back suspiciously and looked around. This is a commercial street. "If you don't get emptied by thieves, you'll have to be noisy to death."

Ye Lang glanced at him coldly, and Huo Yang rushed in a second before he closed the door.

When he stepped in, turned around, and saw the whole picture here, he couldn't help but let out a low "ah".

Entering the door, there is a small courtyard of about [-] square meters, with cobblestone paving, flowers and grass, lazy chairs and coffee tables, a lattice shelf hanging on the red wall, and lush honeysuckle and green radish inside, and large groups in the corner Cloudy yellow daisies.

And in front of him was a snow-white building, sandwiched between high walls on both sides, with six floor-to-ceiling windows that were as warm as daylight.

If the whole street is like a compact piece of music, this place is a quiet rest in the music, an endless blank space, only echoing your own voice bit by bit.

After Huo Yang went in, he found that the house was not big, only two floors, and the color tone was gray and white of the cast-in-place structure.

There is very little furniture, a sofa and a table are placed on the first floor, and the kitchen is at the end; the second floor is the bedroom, which is separated from the space below by a curtain.There are no decorations here, except for the Japanese maple planted by the kitchen, which is bright red and sharp, poignant and beautiful like blood, leaning against the white wall weakly and sadly.

When he turned around, he saw a wall full of records and books on the left hand side, densely packed, some scattered on the floor, and quite a few upstairs.

There is an indescribable atmosphere everywhere, which makes people's heart throbbing for an instant. Huo Yang thought about it for a long time, and only came up with the vulgar word "romantic".

Ye Lang was also looking up, noticing Huo Yang's gaze, he turned his head and raised his brows, "Collection. It's not for display, it's all unpacked."

Huo Yang couldn't speak, he could only point to the upstairs, Ye Lang said, "Go and see", before he walked up the stairs.

Warm and lazy.The double bed is big and soft, with four or five pillows and cushions on it.The closet door was half open, and the clothes inside were also neatly arranged. On the floor was a large piece of soft wool carpet like the one in Ye Lang's office. Looking up, there was a home theater opposite the bed.

He couldn't say how it made him feel here.

Probably the lifelong dream of a literary single dog is to live in such a house and pet a cat one second before the end of the world.

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This is only chapter 42

Feels like I've been writing forever...