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It was Ye Lang's word-checking pen that dragged Huo Yang back to his sanity.

"Eveninggown, ladies evening dress." The word search pen read ruthlessly, "The result of the word search comes from the Longman Dictionary."

Just when Ye Lang put the pens back into the pen case one by one in order, he suddenly became suspicious. He always felt that there was something wrong with the few words he just changed, so he took out the word search pen.

As a result, this investigation turned out to be a big deal.

Before Huo Yang could stop him, he saw Ye Lang poke towards the next word expressionlessly, "Pillow, pillow."

And under that, "Fatigue" was written prominently in red pen.

"Hey, no, it's human nature to make mistakes, you can't ignore me..." Huo Yang hurriedly defended, and then saw the child swipe across the paper viciously, and with a stabbing sound, a big gash appeared.

Huo Yang, "..."

He felt that he couldn't grasp Ye Lang's heart at all.

Huo Yang coughed, trying to shift to a topic that suits the man's interest, "Who was that just now, your little girlfriend?"

"Her name is Chu Zhongxiao, Roselyn, and she is the daughter of the Minister of Commerce." Ye Lang said coldly without raising his head, "It's not my girlfriend."

But the grown-ups say that the family is right.He swallowed the words back.

"Very good." Huo Yang nodded approvingly, "What kind of relationship are you talking about? Study hard, love the country and the party."

Ye Lang ignored him, apparently not realizing that he would be a disaster when he grew up—in fact, he was now—a scourge.The science man just corrected all the mistakes in the book, and then put everything in an orderly manner.During this period, Huo Yang kept looking at him with a smile, staring at him uncomfortably, and turned his head violently unbearably.

Huo Yang quickly looked away, whistled as if nothing had happened, and finally pretended to be casual, and glanced at him with a smile, "Look at it casually, no money will be charged."

Xiao Yelang held back for a long time, her face turned red, "Why do you always look at me? I'm a boy."

"I just like cute little boys."

"..." Ye Lang held the homework paper to be handed in, and grabbed the schoolbag strap with the other hand, and was silent for a while, "Mamamadeadisastermistake.Youaredefinitelyapedophilia (My mother made a big mistake. You must be a pedophile)."

"Ah? Ah?" Huo Yang was confused, "What are you talking about?"

Ye Lang had already put his schoolbag on his back, and left the turkey behind without looking back.

In the next 10 minutes, Huo Yang, who was a local turtle in this life and previous life, thoroughly understood the daily life of the noble school.The elementary school is not very big, but it is very high-end, multi-building buildings, and the distance is short, probably for the convenience of children.

Ye Lang met many classmates and teachers along the way, and he greeted them politely, but if Huo Yang lowered his head and asked him "who is this", Ye Lang would always answer "don't know" or "not familiar with"; He is acquainted, and he doesn't have any special attitude, just nodding his head as a greeting.Huo Yang looked at him, and suddenly he didn't really want to know how he was raised with such a harsh upbringing.

His parents, or his family, trained a ten-year-old boy into a precision instrument. Huo Yang can fully imagine how he would drink soup quietly when eating, how to use a knife and fork from the outside to the inside, and listen to the lectures. How to take notes seriously when I was young, and how to listen to my parents' teachings after returning home, is enough to satisfy all adults, except that I don't look like a child.

He seems to be adhering to some life creed, and scrupulously implements these codes of conduct—except when facing his own mother.

When Ye Lang came out of the teacher's office, Huo Yang stood in the corridor, reading the celebrity introductions hanging on the wall one by one, "Sir Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill...is this your alumni?"

He took two more steps down the corridor, "Nehru, King of Jordan... Benny?"

Ye Lang chatted with the teacher for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he walked to the vending machine, "Yes."

"When do you think I will be able to find you here?" Huo Yang looked at his back from a distance, and smiled, "Baby, let's get a chairman."

There was no answer there, only the sound of ding ding dong dong when coins were inserted.After a while, a short shadow elongated a bit—maybe he stood on tiptoes, leaned forward slightly on the cabinet, and patted the window in confusion.

But the vending machine didn't respond.

Huo Yang secretly smiled inwardly, kept silent on purpose, pretended to be concentrating on looking at the wall, and from the corner of his eye, saw Ye Lang paw and pull in the backpack a few times, almost stuffing his head into the bag, and finally found some coins, Jumped in with hope.

The vending machine still didn't respond.

"..." Ye Lang couldn't help looking back, and found that the young man was standing motionless in front of the wall, carefully studying the fire extinguisher in front of him, and didn't even look here.

He waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for Huo Yang to come over to help him out of trouble. He had no choice but to shout angrily, "Brother Huo Yang!"

Huo Yang agreed very happily this time, "Hey! Here we come!"

Ye Lang fought and failed repeatedly today, the more he thought about it, the more angry he was, he bitterly grabbed the schoolbag strap on his shoulder, almost twisting it into two dried plums.He stared at the young man's brisk steps, rolled up his sleeves, and stood in front of the vending machine.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything outrageous this time, "Have you invested money before?"

Ye Lang's voice was muffled, "...um."

Huo Yang moved closer to the glass, scanned up and down, and found that the valve of a bottle of freshly squeezed juice was opened, but there was still no response after pressing the buttons on it.

The younger brother then made a big news: he held the two corners on the top of the vending machine, and pushed hard in his direction, directly tilting the thing at an angle.

Ye Lang was shocked, "What are you doing?"

Juice rolls down the pipe.Huo Yang shook it vigorously as if no one was there, the unmanned vending machine burst out with flashing red lights, and the alarm sounded crazily.

Several bottles of fruit juice rolled out of the exit for picking up the goods below, and Huo Yang snatched them all, grabbed Ye Lang, picked him up and ran away amidst the piercing siren, "Here, take it!"

Ye Lang was about to die of anger, and struggled desperately, "There is a camera on it, are you sick! The teacher will call my parents if he sees it!"

Huo Yang clicked his tongue impatiently, "What's wrong with calling the parents, you let me go in the future, and I promise to tear your teacher into a pig's head."

The two escaped from the teaching building all the way, and finally they could not hear the siren.Huo Yang put down Ye Lang, who suddenly fell silent, and felt his thin back heaving violently.He was really uncomfortable holding a half-sized child, but he didn't complain, he squatted down on his knees, and unscrewed the bottle cap for him.

Ye Lang suddenly said: "Why should I let you go?"

He looked up in surprise, "Nonsense, I'm your brother."

"But brother Mingguan won't let me go to him, neither will brother Mingyuan." Ye Lang said, "Elder sister Ye Qingsang doesn't say such things—why are you different from them?"

Huo Yang pretended not to hear the hostility and doubts implied in it, stretched out his hand and shook his head gently, "Little brat, what are you talking about? I'm not from your family, of course I'm different from them."

Ye Lang looked into his eyes silently, still clutching the backpack strap with both hands, not taking his juice, this was a subconscious defensive action.The boy's eyelashes were thick and curled up, which reflected like fan bones in his translucent eyes, and his complexion was like glaze, which set off the thick and colorful eyebrows and eyes.When he didn't speak or smile, he was so handsome that he was almost melancholy.

Huo Yang sighed, picked him up gently, and looked at his face, "Ye Lang, if you believe that some things are all a result, then it's useless for me to say anything. If I were your brother, then You will feel that I come close to you with bad intentions; if I am not, then you will also feel that my purpose is not pure. Thinking about these things every day, are you tired?"

"If you don't believe me, you can guard against me." Huo Yang said, "But you have to trust your parents, and your grandparents, they won't harm you. Lang Lang, you can't trust no one. Use the most vicious thoughts to speculate on others and push yourself into a corner."

You should not be such a person.

You are still so young, there will still be green mountains and rivers, light and hope in your life... Don't go on that dead end again.

Ye Lang gave a low "hmm", and didn't know whether he listened or not, but hesitantly took the juice.

He took a sip, it was sweet orange juice, and the taste spread on the tip of his tongue, relaxing his stiff cheeks a little.A corner of Huo Yang's heart softened, and he patted the back of his head with his free hand, "I'm not scolding you, what should you say, don't be so obedient. Didn't you have a vicious tongue just now, huh?"

Ye Lang nodded obediently.He thought for a while, "Then don't touch my head."

Huo Yang's hand stopped in mid-air, "..."

"Don't touch my face either," Ye Lang added, "Your hands are too dirty."

Because of this "obedience", until the driver drove back to Ye's villa, Huo Yang didn't come within ten centimeters of him.

In the back seat of the Rolls-Royce, the two were at the head of each other; when they walked into the long garden and driveway of the Ye family, the two were in front of each other.Huo Yang didn't know why he initiated the juvenile madness, but he still played this boring fighting style with confidence and interest.

Just like now, ever since he sat on the sofa in the living room, he would never move his nest if he said that he would never move his nest. In the end, Ye Lang had to come forward in person to coax this old boy swallowing his anger.

"Don't you believe me, be on guard! Lock your study room, any important documents, as long as they are related to money, put them away quickly, and don't let me look at them." Fang Qiu, "I see that there is a camera in your living room, so let me sleep on the sofa, and watch the surveillance at night if I have nothing to do. Or should I go out and stay in a hotel?"

Ye Lang, one head and two big, couldn't get along with him at all, so he simply grabbed his arm with both hands, trying to pull him up forcefully.In the end, he not only failed to pull Huo Yang, who had a heavy butt, but was grabbed by the wrist instead.

An irresistible force pulled him forward, Ye Lang was caught off guard and fell directly into Huo Yang's arms.

The heat of the youth's body can still make people feel warm and fresh through the fabric.He easily restrained Ye Lang's embarrassing struggle, and said maliciously: "Baby, you have to learn to overcome this big weakness of ticklishness."

Then Ye Lang, who kindly came to ask him to eat, was scratched to death.

How could his young master have ever been bullied like this, he immediately became a gourd, he just buried his head in the food on the dining table, and he couldn't even fart with three sticks.But Huo Yang is a master at coaxing children, so after the meal he carried him to the study room, used two pieces of rice paper to paste a flat peach, and successfully conquered Ye Lang's heart.

Ye Lang lay on the table, watching him color with watercolors intently.Coral-colored paper peaches, emerald-green paper leaves, and a bug-bite scar that was lightly drawn with a brush, are so lifelike that they make people want to lick them.

Huo Yang dismantled another amulet prayed in a Buddhist temple, drew the woven bag into a very long silk thread, and wove autumn grasshoppers and golden carp.Of course he wouldn't say that this was a job he learned in the orphanage, he threw the pile of gadgets in front of him, and said with a smile, "Here, I'll see you off."

Ye Lang raised his head abruptly, with a big movement, almost bringing an unbelievable surprise.

He stammered a bit and said, "This, can you give it to me?"

Huo Yang squeezed the tip of the peach again, and shaped it, "Well, it's a bit rough... If you don't like it, just take it, and I'll make it for you another day."

Ye Lang carefully held the paper peach under the lamp, the thin rice paper dimly turned into a ball of soft and beautiful colors under the light, so beautiful that it seemed to be broken at the touch of a finger.After looking at it for a while, he stood up suddenly and ran to the front of the bookcase.

The entire western wall of the study room is filled with books, and each floor and column are movable bookshelves. If you want to get the topmost thing, you have to go up the spiral staircase.I saw Ye Lang running up to the top, found a big heavy box out of nowhere, and ran down again.

Huo Yang probed his head and looked, his eyeballs almost popped out: it was an antique made of rosewood wood, with gold-covered corners, and silk carvings everywhere. It was unknown when it was an antique.I saw Ye Lang opened the brass wheel code lock on it, and was about to put the paper peach and rope grasshopper and rope fish in with a solemn face, but he was caught by the arm all of a sudden.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Huo Yang's expression was weak, "You are, are you going to use it as a family heirloom..."

Ye Lang hesitated for a moment, "I think your work looks very good...I really like it."

"I see," he sighed a long time, "but baby, toys are for playing with, not for storing and displaying."

Ye Lang watched him stand up, put the sandalwood box back on the bookshelf, then took his hand and walked out the door, "From now on, I will make toys for you every day, you won't be able to put them in, and you can hide them when you get tired of playing." Put it in a box. Not playing with a toy is too much."

The boy was a little dazed, "But Dad said—"

"Children don't have to be obedient, you can be disobedient with me." Huo Yang said, "Of course, when you grow up, you don't have to listen to anyone."

Although he said so on his lips, when he held that little soft hand and walked down the stairs step by step, what he thought in his heart was that you should never grow up.