crush again

In his previous life, Ye Lang was haunted all day long, spent his days drinking and drinking, he could comment on almost all the famous restaurants in the capital, and he was able to rank among the top in the professional exams, which seemed to have something to do with his father's will.

The luxuriant Ye family history can be traced back to the period of the Republic of China. From the extinguishing of the candles to the unparalleled scenery, it has gone through a hundred years of ups and downs.The ancestors of the generation that this family really started to prosper were overseas students in the late Qing Dynasty. Before that, they were just a dilapidated family, relying on scholarly culture and in-laws to barely maintain their dignity.The Ye family of that generation produced a large number of talented people. The elder brother was in the army, the younger brother was a Jia, and the youngest sister in the family was also a talented student of Southwest Associated University and a leader in the Peking student movement.After the start of the Anti-Japanese War, the Ye family devoted all their efforts to resisting Japan and saving the country, leaving a good reputation in both parties, military and civilians.But Yaomei resolutely dragged the whole family together to follow Marx, fought in the South and North, step by step, and entered the real real power of the party. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a high-ranking official and became famous overseas.

After the reform and opening up, the overseas branch of the Ye family returned to the country, and supported the family that was once dead in the country. In addition, with the help of redressing injustice and false mistakes at that time, the continuous flow of funds and support policies brought the Ye family back to life. .Today, its scale is unspeakable, and its industries are spread all over the world. These years, it has been hidden behind the scenes, and many family members are invisible rich people who can't see their heads and tails.

It is said that Ye Lang lost his father when he was young, and after inheriting a large amount of shares, he did not live a luxurious life of "buying two cups of soy milk and drinking one cup".As a child, whenever he had nothing to do, he was dragged by his family elders to attend meetings in the company, work as an assistant, run errands... the holidays that everyone looked forward to, in his eyes, were the days of working in the dark.

Of course this is what he said.At the beginning, Huo Yang didn't know anything, he just thought that this kid was a scoundrel in the academic world, a traitor among the rich second generation, and in his spare time, he would discuss with the academic bullies in the courtyard how to fly him to vent his personal anger.

You can see that he comes and goes like the wind all day long, he doesn't touch the ground in the dormitory, he is full of indifference to the people around him, and he doesn't even bother to talk to him; the professor is angry but he doesn't even call his name, and at the end of the semester, he quietly records a few absenteeism, Then my uncle drove the Land Rover and came to the door himself, and actually settled the matter; look at him making the bed like an iron plate, the clothes are as simple as A4 paper, and talking to beautiful women is full of emotions and desires. ...

What kind of fucking little princess is this?

There are four people in Huo Yang's dormitory, except for Ye Lang, there are three people, all of them are experienced pilots, secretly planning ten thousand kinds of positions.Why do a dozen people take turns on the bed, tied up, moron tram, uniform play; why roll around and eat on his bed, let him see the dignity of his bed and automatically fuck... Of course, they just thought about it.Who wants to provoke a fool who runs six laps?

Ye Lang didn't give them a chance in the first semester until the second semester.

On the first day after the winter vacation, Huo Yang and others were used to the "iron" beds in the dormitory, and whenever they had no intention of studying and indulging in games, they would gather around to watch them.

On this day, as usual, they tidied up the dormitory, cleaned it, made the bed, and went out for a meal together.

It was nearly ten o'clock after returning, everyone was hiccupping, and when they looked up, they suddenly found that the door of the dormitory was ajar, with a gap left, and the lights were brightly on.

The three stopped.

"Did you close the door?" "Closed."

"Have you turned off the lights?" "Turned off!"

"..." Huo Yang looked at the door of the dormitory hesitantly, and did not move for a long time, "Does our migrant workers' dormitory still recruit thieves?"

The man with glasses who is known as the Second Pao is a sleazy warmonger, immediately rolled up his sleeves, and rushed over, "Where is the monster, give me a shot! This——uh...brother?"

Huo Yang and Xiaopang exchanged glances in surprise, and hurriedly followed. When they entered the door, they found that there was someone sitting on the special bed for cultivation on the left side of the window.The man slid his headphones up his neck, and with a Mac on his lap, seemed a bit surprised, with "what's up with your girls bathhouse look" written on his face.

The four of them looked at each other in blank dismay, the scene was very awkward.

It was Huo Yang who broke the silence pretending to be natural, and laughed, "Hey, are you... come to experience life?"

Ye Lang took off the earphones and smiled, "No. You live much better than me."

"That's for sure, we are also the presidential suit in the migrant worker's shack." After the second artillery finished blowing this awesome sentence, it was silent for a while, and then laughed, "You stay for a while and leave or what? I don't think you have a quilt on this bed. "

Ye Lang said: "Sleeping here tonight, the quilt is in my closet. I should live on campus from now on. Running around all day is too time-consuming."

"Oh?!"

But the three of them only heard the words "sleep here tonight".

Xiaopang is a thick and thin person, and his reaction is particularly fast. He immediately exchanged glances with the Second Pao, and then exchanged meaningful glances with Huo Yang; but Huo Yang and the Second Pao were too far away to see the Second Pao. Small eyes, but this does not affect the evil thoughts churning in their hearts.

"..." Ye Lang was baffled, feeling a little strange, after a pause, he said, "How about I—"

The three of them were so blessed that they yelled together with evil intentions: "Stop! The prodigal son will not change his money when he returns. You stay here tonight and don't go anywhere. Let's exchange feelings with each other."

Ye Lang looked at them, and they also looked at Ye Lang.In addition to embarrassment, this scene also had an indescribable atmosphere.

The bad consequences of not coming to the dormitory are now showing. Although Ye Lang feels that something is wrong, he doesn't know what kind of virtue these people are, and he doesn't know what they are playing behind their backs.He closed the book and was about to get out of bed to wash, the three of them thought he was going to run away; Huo Yang and Er Pao stopped him back on the bed, and Xiaopang turned around and ran out the door.

Seeing this, Ye Lang's doubts in his heart changed from two to three points to five points. He opened his mouth to ask, but Huo Yang suddenly started rambling, and the Second Artillery was in charge of applauding. sketches.The two chatted like beans, and there was no room for them to intervene.

Ye Lang was blocked by them on the bed///, staring at them suspiciously: "What conspiracy do you have?"

The Second Artillery reflexively grinned, "Since it's a conspiracy, how could it be possible..."

Before he could finish speaking, he received a severe elbow on his chest and bent down in pain.Huo Yang said kindly: "No, don't listen to his nonsense. I didn't mean anything just now... I just took you to play a game of exchanging feelings, Xiaopang went to call someone. You see, you happen to be here tonight, everyone knows each other. "

The other party didn't speak, just stood up, Huo Yang looked at him at the same level for the first time, and found that this guy was a little taller than himself.

Of course, just a little bit.Huo Yang firmly believes that with his millimeter-level vision, he is at most one centimeter taller than himself.

"what game?"

"Uh..." Huo Yang was stunned by him, and the Second Artillery was next to him, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, "Flying the plane is just lifting you up and throwing you into the sky, and we will catch you. Don't worry, Seeing how thin you are, we are getting stronger..."

No matter how pure-minded Ye Lang is, he also experienced high school life with Chinese characteristics, so he immediately ignored this nonsense.He was just about to speak, but when he turned his head, he saw that there were many people looking at the door at some point, and pairs of malicious eyes were as bright as searchlights.Among them were friends he knew, who were quietly taking out their phones with distorted expressions.

Ye Lang, "..."

Is this still empty?

After missing the good opportunity to escape, he looked at the Second Artillery and Huo Yang behind him.

Don't come when the opportunity is too late, everyone doesn't expect him to nod coldly and say "Yes, you are allowed to fuck me", but some big brother yelled: "Fuck him!" Everyone rushed forward, shouting up, like locusts in transit.

Fatty was pushed back a bit, and as soon as he said "Oops", the Second Artillery's excited shout mixed in with the chaos followed closely, "Get in the car! I'm getting in the car! Hahahahaha, get out and let me go first!" When a pillar—"

The beautiful Ye Nanshen has finally reduced from wallpapers, avatars, and pictures dedicated to talking about business, to emoticons.

In the morning of the next day, Huo Yang heard the door open and close softly, the sound of unhurried footsteps from far to near, and finally stopped at a certain position, with the sound of plastic bags being torn apart.

Wrapped in a quilt, he lazily turned over, opened his eyelids a little, and saw Ye Lang standing at the desk with his back turned to him, and took off the breakfast and porridge on his wrist.He wakes up very early even if he doesn't have classes, because he has the habit of running, San Pao and Xiaopang are always sluggish when they get up early, and their kidneys have been hollowed out by the glory of the king. soil.

Huo Yang is like a newly married man after the wedding night, he is refreshed and energetic, remembering what happened last night, he can't help but laugh.He has never posted a Weibo with more than a thousand likes in his life. The heavens have eyes and let him fulfill one of his great wishes in life.

The photographer is Ye Lang's "friend" - of course, after such a thing happened, they are probably not friends anymore - he is a great photographer who opened his own studio since high school, and he took very dynamic pictures of the plane that flew last night , not gif, better than gif.There is a photo taken from the side angle, deliberately made black and red, with blurred outlines and swaying shadows, only a small waist exposed under the hem of the T-shirt is clear, with thick flesh///sensation come.

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"Are you awake?" A voice brought Huo Yang back from the unbearable memories. Ye Lang turned around, took a sip of soy milk and asked, "I brought you food. There is nothing delicious in the cafeteria. Crab roe dumplings Looks okay. Are you hungry?"

"Hungry, hungry, thank you parents for food and clothing." Huo Yang stretched out an arm from under the quilt, and spread his hands shamelessly, "How much is it? I... wait a minute, why have I never eaten crab roe. What you bought is not The Xiaolongbao on the second floor of Meiyuan Restaurant, right?!"

"Ah."

"..." Huo Yang swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and silently touched the wallet of the person beside the pillow who was thinner than Huang Hua.The name of that Shanghai Xiaolongbao is "Shijia". futures.If a girl wanted to eat enough, she would have to order three or four baskets, and this price was enough to go out and eat a decent western meal.

Damn it, it really is a disaster for local tyrants to bring food.

Ye Lang didn't seem to notice Huo Yang's secret sadness. After finishing his breakfast, he turned around and turned on the computer, called up the document, thought for a while, and started typing.Huo Yang finally got out of bed, wearing only a pair of shorts, went to the bathroom to wash up, and then came back to eat.

He stood at the table by the window, took a sip of tofu nao, and accidentally caught a glimpse of Ye Lang's computer screen, which clearly reflected his half-naked shadow.

Huo Yang admired it enthusiastically for a while, posed a few poses of bodybuilders, and commented very modestly in his heart: "It's not bad, it's a little worse than Wu Yanzu."

Ye Lang's typing sound was uninterrupted, and the rhythm was always uniform, as if he was not writing a document, but using a typing software.Huo Yang listened for a while, and couldn't help but wonder what the great god was writing, so he swallowed the bun in his hand and walked over to have a look.

Just as Huo Yang walked to his side, Ye Lang suddenly leaned back, leaned on the back of the chair, and let out a long breath.Huo Yang moved closer to his face and saw that he was pressing the delete button for a long time, "Why did you delete everything?"

Ye Lang stared at the computer intently, and said concisely: "Wrong."

"Did I make mistakes in such a long paragraph? No way, do you have obsessive-compulsive disorder?" Huo Yang glanced at the content of the document, and found that he didn't understand, so he read a few lines sentence by sentence, and finally began to read word by word, Muttered, "What the hell did you write..."

"The impact of financing constraints, financing channels, and political connections on corporate performance." Ye Lang looked a little annoyed, as if he had encountered some bottleneck, and while speaking quickly, he stood up and packed his things.

Huo Yang was dumbfounded when he heard that, "Brother, aren't we in freshman year now?"

"This is not a homework in school. My uncle asked me to write it. The time limit he gave me is coming soon." Ye Lang moved very efficiently. He had already put on his bag while speaking, and strode towards the door without delay. .Huo Yang hurriedly blew back the half-sucked tofu brain, and only had time to howl the moment he opened the door: "You wait!"

Ye Lang still had one hand on the doorknob.He turned his face sideways and looked at Huo Yang.

He was wearing a simple and loose black and white sportswear, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing a fleshy and well-proportioned forearm, and the side profile left for Huo Yang was so beautiful that it could kill people.From the brow bone and eye socket to the bridge of the nose and chin, the outline is fine and delicate, and the complexion is white, which sets off the thick eyebrows and deep eyes like a landscape painting, dripping with color.

Huo Yang looked at him, still biting the straw in his mouth, "I haven't given you the bun money yet."

Ye Lang didn't change his face, "Oh, fifty."

"..." Huo Yang wished he could slap himself twice.You want face, you want face!

Of course, with his personality, even if the meal cost five thousand, he would grit his teeth and open his wallet, pretending not to care at all, and say, "Oh, no wonder it's so delicious, let's go next time. "

When Ye Lang took the money, he raised his eyebrows and laughed, "Then I'll bring it to you tomorrow morning?"

"No, no, I'll buy it myself." Huo Yang said with a dry smile, "I'll buy it myself, I won't bother you, President."

He sent Ye Lang away with a smile on his face, watched his figure disappear behind the corner, leaned on the door frame, and made up his mind to get up at five o'clock tomorrow morning.

The author has something to say:

About the healthy national activity of flying an airplane:

The general gameplay is that a group of people hugs and lifts a boy, pulls his legs apart, and another boy acts as a "pillar" and bumps between his legs. The "pillar" can be used in turn.There are also some that hit trees or pillars after being pulled away, but they are a bit cruel, not as good as "human pillars"...

As far as I know, this game is popular all over the country, so it should be called differently.At least every student from our school will come here every two days...