The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

Two days later, He Lang's side was finally ready.

The essay was memorized, the handmade gifts were ready, and Li Li's flowers were planted—but He Lang didn't want them.The spring-like base in the neighboring province really delivered half a carload of "roses" to He Lang. The bright red and pink ones were crowded together, bustling with excitement.Although there are big and small, thick and thin, they can be regarded as good looking cut out of the flower fields that no one cares about.

That is to say, there are many flower growers in the province next door, otherwise he would not have the time to help him pack the half-carriage of flowers.

But there are really too many flowers. Even if others have helped to tie them in bundles with paper shells according to the standard shipment, it is tiring enough to take them all out.Especially when He Lang saw the number of flowers, he insisted on counting out 99 flowers, which made Bai Xiaoning go all over the base to find a former flower shop owner who could pack these flowers in a better way.

The rest of the flowers were all put into vases, more than a dozen large and small.The terrible thing was that these flowers could not be exposed in advance, so they were all stuffed into He Lang's room first, and the ventilation had to be ensured so that they would not be completely wilted.Seeing his head hurting, He Lang wanted to stuff some for Xia Hong.Xia Hong said that it was not given by her own man, no.

Oh, by the way, when it comes to Xia Hong, I have to mention that almost everyone in the room knows about He Lang's plan.

No way, with so many flowers coming in and out, everyone is not blind.Moreover, He Lang asked Lin Xiaoyong to process his handmade gifts, so this "biggest surprise" had already been exposed in advance.Bai Xiaoning still came up with an idea beside him, saying that he wanted to find an internationally famous designer to modify He Lang's gift, but He Lang sternly rejected it.

"No need, I basically made it according to Song Lin's previous one. Don't change it for others, he doesn't like it."

"Bah." Bai Xiaoning rolled his eyes, "Linlin's design is definitely a command that has been passed down for many years. It is very effective when you look at it. You can't draw a tiger like a dog. I am ashamed to say it is a 'tribute', but rest rest."

"I want to be like this, why?" He Lang raised his eyebrows, "Want to be beaten?"

Bai Xiaoning knew that he would not do anything, so he just talked about it, so he was not afraid, and said with disgust: "It's okay, it's your level anyway, Linlin can understand. By the way, have you memorized the short composition? I'll give it to you." Every word has been carefully considered, and it is almost as serious as my graduate thesis, if you don't recite it, I will really complain to Linlin!"

"It's over, it's almost done."

In this way, He Lang's action of preparing things changed from a quiet touch at the beginning to a vigorous one later.

So Song Lin was basically still lying on the bed, otherwise he would have to hit him face to face.

However, Song Lin is not stupid. How could he be completely unaware of such a big movement?

It's just that He Lang told him not to ask, but he didn't.And seeing He Lang running around with a mysterious look every day, exuding an aura of "Quickly ask me, I won't tell you if you ask me", Song Lin really didn't bother to talk to him. .

Finally, that night, while coaxing people to sleep, He Lang started to "release the notice" by himself: "Don't take a nap at noon tomorrow, I'll take you to play in the afternoon, huh?"

Song Lin looked at his hands and feet that were still in plaster, and raised his eyebrows: "What are you playing?"

"We'll know when the time comes." The corner of He Lang's mouth twitched, revealing a naughty smile, "Don't expect so much that you can't fall asleep."

"In the past few days, I've always been hesitant to speak, and it doesn't seem to be me." Song Lin replied lightly, "I just hope that nothing counterproductive will happen."

"No, everything will go well." He Lang seemed to be answering the young man, but also seemed to be cheering himself up, leaning over to look at the young man on the bed with his hands propped up, "You just need to be yourself, and I will handle the rest. Arrangement. Go to sleep, don't talk anymore, if you talk too much, you will think again."

"He Lang." Song Lin raised his uncast hand, grabbed his collar, and pulled him off.It might be inappropriate to say "pull", because Song Lin didn't use much force, and the man had already come down with his force.

There was a little smile in the man's deep voice: "Huh?"

Song Lin looked into his eyes: "I think you know...sometimes you don't need to be so fancy."

"I know, but I am willing. Sometimes some things are not necessary, but after a long time, looking back, you may find it quite interesting, don't you?" He Lang looked into those dark brown eyes and patiently accompanied him. He plays charades.After Song Lin had no source of magic power, his eyes were no longer the black they had intentionally turned into before, let alone the silver color brought about by powerful magic power.So every time He Lang saw Song Lin's eyes, he felt that it was reminding him of a very harsh fact.

This fact made He Lang feel bored and had nowhere to vent, but he would never show it in front of Song Lin.He always felt that Song Lin, as a person who had lost his magic power, would definitely have more distress to express.Even though the young man looks calm now, no one can covet the thoughts in his heart.He Lang was even afraid that when he woke up in the middle of the night and suddenly realized that his magic power source was broken, he would break down emotionally and then do something to vent his emotions.It's a small thing to vent, but a big thing to hurt him.So He Lang stayed by the young man's bed all night, and always put on an ordinary expression on his face, just not wanting to touch Song Lin's nerve.

Maybe He Lang was too fascinated, and his eyes revealed something, and Song Lin suddenly saw some expressions in his eyes.

"Okay, you can do it if you want." Even though the young man was aware of He Lang's touch, he still couldn't figure out where the emotion came from, so he comforted him instead, "Don't look at me like that, I'm fine. .”

He Lang was brought back to his senses by his words, smiled, and lowered his head to touch his forehead: "I know you're fine, it's my glass heart."

Then the man held the hand of the young man holding his collar, and kissed the back of his hand: "The needle wound has almost disappeared, and other minor injuries on the body are also improving, and the internal injury is basically no major problem. After you remove the plaster, You can go out slowly and aboveboard."

What he was saying was that Song Lin's plaster cast hadn't been removed yet, so it was inconvenient to go out and be seen by other people who didn't know.After all, most people don't know that Song Lin has experienced life and death, let alone that he was seriously injured and passed out.If Song Lin went out with a tragic appearance of being unable to move, it would definitely cause panic.

In order not to cause panic among the public, even if Song Lin has a wheelchair, he can only walk around the house, and it is not convenient for him to go out dignifiedly for the time being.

"I don't think I'd feel aggrieved staying in the house. I have a history of staying at home for decades, don't forget." Song Lin replied lightly, "Don't think too much, what should I do? Sample."

"If you don't feel aggrieved, then I will aggrieve for you." He Lang replied, "You can't pretend that nothing happened just because you don't feel it. You can't miss what you should have, and I'll give you what you don't have Fight for it. What you have done, others don’t know, I know, I will not pretend that I don’t know. There are people above, they also know your narrow escape, I will not let them pretend that it didn’t happen.”

Song Lin froze for a moment.

He subconsciously wanted to say "no need", but after thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is not bad.

It's not that he cares about the result, it's just that there is someone working hard for these things, Song Lin can't be indifferent.

"Okay." Song Lin smiled, "That's up to you."

"Well, rely on me, rely on me more." He Lang touched his lips and coaxed him again, "Go to sleep, it's getting late, I'll still watch over you, good night."

"Good night."

***

The next afternoon, He Lang came back in his black off-road vehicle to pick him up.

The man first put the wheelchair in the car, then went home and changed Song Lin's clothes for going out, carried him out the door, put him in the passenger seat, and then got into the driver's seat.

Song Lin looked at Mo Ruqing and Yu Wenyang who deliberately came out to "see them off", raised his eyebrows at He Lang and said, "Just the two of us?"

"Ah." He Lang responded, turning his head and reversing the car while replying, "Otherwise? Who else do you want to take with you?"

Song Lin said: "Mo Ruqing winked at me, so you told everyone about it, and you just kept it from me?"

"They're all guessing. In fact, no one knows." He Lang retorted confidently, "Even if it's after today, God knows you know me, and no one else knows."

Song Lin stopped talking and looked out the window, silently looking at the outside of the Qinghe base that he hadn't seen for dozens of days.

The greening of the base has been worked hard last year. Rows of green trees pass by, and in the background is a blue sky that was hard to see a few years ago.

Song Lin kept looking out the window until the black off-road vehicle left the base and drove to the suburbs, surrounded by green trees and green hills.

He Lang asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Look at the scenery." Song Lin looked outside motionlessly, "It feels like the clouds are very low."

In one sentence, He Lang once again felt that he had been bored at home for too long.

Before Song Lin left Qinghe Base to go to the "Magic Sand Capital", all he saw was yellow sand and dust.Even if you come back and wake up, you can only stay at home.Now that he finally came out, even the scenery he was accustomed to in the past has become a scene that he can't take his eyes off.

But thinking about it, He Lang still replied: "Because the weather is good, the sky is very blue, and there are no other buildings nearby, so you think the clouds are very close."

"The weather is very good." Song Lin thought for a while, "Have you seen the weather before?"

"Of course it depends. On days when it's inconvenient to go out, it's better to stay at home." He Lang said with a smile, "I'm going to go up the mountain road later, if you're sleepy, go to sleep. There's motion sickness medicine in the front drawer."

"It's just that the magic power source is broken, not the peninsula tube, and I won't suddenly start getting motion sickness." Song Lin replied calmly, "Let's drive you."

That's what I said, but when the car turned on the winding mountain road, because it was a bit boring and He Lang played music in the car, Song Lin still fell asleep with a little wind blowing.

Song Lin didn't wake up suddenly until the car stopped.

"It's here...?" The young man suddenly opened his eyes and found himself covered with a thin blanket.He Lang was getting out of the car, and while getting out of the car, he said, "Here we are, sit still, I'll put the wheelchair down for you before I carry you down."

Song Lin looked out the window and found that the car was parked on the side of the mountain road, leaning against the side of the mountain.The other side should be a hillside, but a place like a viewing platform has been built on the other side of the road, and you can see the railings at a glance.

...and some popping reds, magentas.

Song Lin had a guess.

He Lang put the wheelchair away, carried him off, and slowly pushed him onto the platform.It is said to be pushed, but it is actually sent by the wind.The road leading to the platform is a stone road, and the wheelchair will be bumpy, so He Lang simply "lifted" the entire wheelchair.

As the wheelchair gradually got on the platform, Song Lin's vision suddenly opened up.

The mountains and plains are full of colorful flowers.

—The rhododendrons are blooming.

[The author has something to say: The mountains are full of flowers~Yingshanhong~]