The Antelope and Night Wolf

Sender: Ironman (Iron Man · I haven't played for a long time, my brother is very lonely), letter area: Homosexual Title: Happy New Year!

Sending station: Yanshan University Centennial Tree People BBS

The new year is coming, friends, do you want to get together and say goodbye to the old and welcome the new?

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Sender: Antelope (little antelope and night wolf), letter area: Homosexual Title: Re: Happy New Year!

Sending station: Yanshan University Centennial Tree People BBS

You are happy too XD

I guess everyone is busy with exams, let's get together again when school starts!

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All colleges and universities have officially entered the exam week. During the busiest period of each semester for science and engineering students, the number of online swordsmen is pitifully small. Liberal arts students like Xu Xian also temporarily AFK from the game, working hard from morning to night.In contrast, most of Ling Yang's professional courses are written papers, and he can copy and paste occasionally. His life is a little more nourishing than others, but he often has to go to the library.

Ye Lang borrowed a book from a certain classmate during class that day, and returned it to him in the other's dormitory at night, only to find that he was wearing a strange thing on one arm.

"What are you wearing?"

"Cotton sleeves, my mother sewed them."

"What are you wearing this for?"

The classmate rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, "I was naughty when I was young. I climbed up a tree to play and fell down. I didn't dare to tell the adults. I didn't know if I broke a bone. When I grew up, I realized that the bones were in the wrong place when they healed themselves." , and the root cause of the disease is that my bones hurt in winter, so my mother sewed this for me to keep warm."

Ye Lang nodded thoughtfully.

The next day, Ling Yang moved a stack of books from the library and ran home. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ye Lang there, complaining repeatedly about how cold it was.

Ye Lang went over and touched his hand, it was as cold as ice, he picked up his coat and pulled him outside without saying a word.

"Where are you going?" Ling Yang was passively dragged away by him.

"shop."

"what?"

Ye Lang put Ling Yang's left hand in his pocket and covered it all the way, which surprised Ling Yang. He thought Ye Lang would be very resistant to intimate contact with him in public, after all, many innate comrades can't do this Ye Lang, a man who cares about his face, is even more so. I didn't expect Ye Lang to be able to care about others' eyes for him.

Ye Lang brought Ling Yang to the shopping center in the business district. Men's so-called shopping is different from women's. He went straight to the glove counter on the first floor with a clear purpose, and the salesperson greeted him with a smile. "

The salesperson understood and immediately recommended several styles to him. Ye Lang chose a brown suede one for Ling Yang to wear, the size was just right.

When the salesperson saw it, he immediately praised, "This student fits well. These gloves are made of sheepskin, and they are very effective in keeping warm."

Ling Yang laughed out loud when he heard this, "The antelope wears sheepskin, so why bother with each other?"

Ye Lang nodded to the salesperson, "That's it."

Ling Yang was left speechless by the speed of his shopping, "If you take girls out shopping, they will definitely be thrown into the husband's locker."

He thought again, "You don't even need to be present, as long as you get the card."

The salesperson opened the receipt, and Ling Yang was about to reach out to pick it up, but Ye Lang had already taken it. When Ling Yang wanted to express his opinion again, the other party had already walked a long way in the direction of the checkout counter, and was held alone at the counter. Ling Yang looked annoyed and funny, why can't this male chauvinism be changed?Besides, I'm not a woman at all, okay?

The salesperson wrapped the gloves and handed them to Ling Yang, "The way you get along is very interesting."

Ling Yang could fully guess her subtext. These days, out of ten women, nine are corrupt, so he quickly changed the topic to talk about something else.

It took only 10 minutes for Ye Lang to return after paying the money. Ling Yang had already become a friendly sibling to the salesperson. Before leaving, the salesperson still stuffed a handkerchief in the glove bag as a gift.

Seeing Ye Lang turn around to go out of the shopping mall, Ling Yang hurriedly stopped him, "Here you go, let's go to the second floor for a stroll."

Ye Lang never went shopping aimlessly, but seeing what Ling Yang said, he followed him up to the second floor.The main items on the second floor are men's and women's shoes and bags. Of course, Ling Yang took Ye Lang all the way to the men's shoes area.

"You want to buy shoes?"

"Look." Ling Yang's gaze has long been attracted by all kinds of men's boots. It's winter, and it's the season when boots are on sale.

Every time Ling Yang saw a pair he liked, he imagined how it would look on Ye Lang's feet, and his mood was turbulent.

Seeing Ling Yang studying those boots with great concentration, Ye Lang didn't expect that the other party was masturbating himself, and thought that he was choosing carefully.

"Are you going to buy boots?"

"Huh?" Ling Yang came back from the fantasy world.

"Never seen you wear it."

"Ah, I never wear them." Ling Yang replied without thinking.

"Then what do you see it doing?" Ye Lang was puzzled.

"I'll wear it for you," Ling Yang rolled his eyes, "how about trying these pairs, hubby?"

Ye Lang was stunned by the address of the other party, Ling Yang always called him Brother Lang when he was outside, and there were almost no cases where people called him "husband" like now.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Ling Yang raised his voice to call the salesperson, "Take a pair of 43, please."

"How do you know I'm wearing 43?" Ye Lang asked puzzled.

Only then did Ling Yang realize that he had made a mistake. Could he tell the other party that his ability to visually measure the size of feet is as accurate as some people's ability to visually measure the bust?

"Well, I guessed, you should be one size bigger than me... Am I right?"

Ye Lang reluctantly accepted this explanation.

The salesman brought a pair of size 43 from the storeroom. After Ye Lang took it, he realized that what Ling Yang was looking for was a pair of dark brown high-top pirate boots. Pirate boots are generally cumbersome in design and have many laces and leather buckles. It's just pure decoration, it's not easy to tell.

After Ye Lang put on the boots, he was still researching which one was the real belt and which one was the decorative belt. Seeing this, Ling Yang knelt down on one knee. Ye Lang was taken aback, but saw that Ling Yang had already neatly arranged the complicated leather buckles , fasten the shoelaces, and finally align the metal decoration of the pirate skull on the top.

Seeing this, the salesperson handed over the other one, "You need to wear a pair of boots to try out the effect."

This time Ye Lang stretched out his foot in front of Ling Yang naturally after changing it, and Ling Yang helped him fasten it again, Ye Lang got up and went to the mirror to have a look, the effect was really good.

The salesperson also expressed his sincere admiration, "Handsome guy, your figure is really suitable for wearing boots. Not everyone can wear these tall men's boots. Many people have tried these boots. I still think they are more suitable than you." I've never seen it before."

Ling Yang was also tilting his head to look at it. He didn't feel at all that the salesperson was just complimenting the customer. The effect of these boots, Ye Lang, on his feet was even more beautiful than he imagined. .

"Is it the right size?"

Ye Lang walked a few steps and nodded.

"I want this pair." Ling Yang turned to the salesperson and said, the salesperson happily went back to issue tickets.

This time Ling Yang took the payment slip ahead of Ye Lang, "You gave me the gloves, and this is my gift to you."

Just as Ye Lang was about to speak, Ling Yang interrupted him, "I know, you want to say that it's only natural for a man to pay for a woman, first, I'm not a woman; second, isn't it your birthday tomorrow, just treat it as me Buy your birthday present, OK?"

Ye Lang couldn't refute him, so he had to let him go.

The salesperson found out the shoe box, "Do you want to wear it?"

Ye Lang thought it would be troublesome to take it off again, so he nodded.

The salesperson put Ye Lang's shoes together and handed them to him with a pursed mouth, "Your way of getting along is very interesting."

Ye Lang didn't know how to answer the conversation, so he had to turn his head aside.

Ling Yang and Ye Lang came out of the shopping center, Ling Yang's gaze drifted down from time to time, the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, he didn't miss it, Ye Lang was indeed the most suitable person for wearing boots among the people he knew, he could be a Boot mold.

Ye Lang noticed his reaction, "You like boots very much?"

"I quite like it."

"Why don't you wear it yourself?"

"I don't look good in clothes." Ling Yang said casually, as for the real reason, of course he couldn't tell the other party.

Ye Lang recalled the past when Ling Dang'er used unscrupulous means to force Ye Lang to wear military uniforms, "So you just like to see others wear them?"

"I like to see your husband wearing it the most."

"What kind of strange hobby is this?"

Ling Yang smiled and didn't explain, the word conspiracy theory came to Ye Lang's mind, he must have something to hide from me.

As Ling Yang walked, he also had doubts. After a period of contact, he found that Ye Lang was also a boot controler. He often saw the other party wearing all kinds of boots, and he never repeated them... ...but the problem is that boots take up a lot of space. He has been to Ye Lang's dormitory. Although it is spacious, it is limited after all. So where did the other party store these boots?

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Dinner at Ling Yang's house is a little earlier than usual tonight because Bai Long is going to meet a friend later.

"What friend are you going to meet?" Xu Xian asked at the dinner table.

Bai Long looked at Ling Yang meaningfully, "Meet an old friend of mine and Ling Yang."

Ling Yang gave his hand that was chopping the rice a meal, and then his expression returned to normal, "He's back?"

"Well, it's the end of the semester, and the group of people who went to other places for internships are all back."

From the expressions of Bai Long and Ling Yang, Xu Xian could probably guess who the old friend they were talking about was, but Ye Lang didn't know about it at all, "It's your old friend, don't you want to see him?"

Ling Yang shook his head, "No."

The division of labor in Ling Yang's family is that Xu Xian cooks and Ling Yang washes the dishes. Although he doesn't like washing dishes, Xu Xian can't do all the housework by himself.

Ling Yang had just finished washing a bowl when Ye Lang walked over, put his hand under the faucet, and immediately frowned, "Why do you use cold water?"

Ling Yang felt that this was perfectly normal, "This kind of old-fashioned residential water heater is also very old, and the dishes are washed when the water is hot."

"You can't use cold water either."

Ling Yang couldn't help laughing, "You treat me like a girl and come to be your aunt? You can't touch the cold water yet."

Ye Lang wanted to say that it would be easy to cause the root cause of the disease, but after thinking about it, he decided not to mention Ling Yang's hand injury, "Go, I'll wash it."

Bang--crash--the sound of porcelain breaking.

When the two looked back, it turned out that Xu Xian accidentally knocked over the bowl when putting it away, and it was broken into several pieces on the spot.

At this moment, Xu Xian was also extremely shocked. He couldn't believe it. That patriarchal Ye Lang, who always believed that doing housework is a woman's duty, would ask to wash the dishes?Is he still the Ye Lang that he has known since he was a child?

Xu Xian squatted down bitterly to pick up the debris on the ground, but Bai Long grabbed his wrist, "Don't move, I'll come."

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The next day was New Year's Day, the first day of the new year, and also Ye Lang's birthday. Ling Yang proposed to go swimming to celebrate.

Although everyone generally thinks that it is stupid to go swimming in this kind of cold winter weather, Ling Yang, who has just overcome water sickness, can't stop Ling Yang, so he really packed up and set off to an indoor swimming pool in the city that is open all year round. .

The conditions of this swimming pool are good, there is a jacuzzi and a hot spring, and there are few people in winter, they went there in the morning, almost as if they had reserved the place, and everyone immediately thought that Ling Yang's idea was very good.

The four of them stayed from ten o'clock in the morning until three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Ye Lang was the first to walk out of the swimming pool, and saw a person standing under the streetlight across the street.

The man was leaning on the street lamp with his hands in his pockets, his head half down, his feet crossed, his whole body weight was concentrated on his right foot, and his left foot was on the ground. His seemingly casual movements had an indescribable flavor.

It stands to reason that a passer-by would not attract Ye Lang's attention, but that person was very eye-catching, a three-color desert camouflage outfit that is not common in the city, and khaki desert boots. With a wild temperament, Ye Lang couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

He thought that if Ling Yang saw it, he would yell that those boots belonged to him.

Or consider buying a pair yourself?

Hearing a familiar voice behind him, he turned around and saw Ling Yang and Bai Long coming out arguing. Bai Long was the first to spot the person across the street, patted Ling Yang on the shoulder, and gestured with his chin. Signal him to look over there.

Ling Yang took advantage of the situation to look over, and the person under the streetlight also raised his head to look in this direction, and the eyes of the two met.

The two were separated by a road, neither of them spoke or moved, just staring at each other from a distance.

There was a strange feeling in Ye Lang's heart, he felt that something was wrong.