howling breath

When Lin Lang woke up the next day, he wanted to kill himself.

This time without Tang Yushu's reminder, Lin Lang could clearly recall himself...drunk again last night.

Getting up from the bed, Lin Lang checked himself first as usual - no bedwetting.He looked at Tang Yushu's bed again - he was not in the dormitory.

The sunlight outside the window was too bright, very dazzling.

Lin Lang got out of the mosquito net with a head full of irritability, got out of bed, picked up his washbasin, took off the towel and walked to the water room.

After seeing Tang Yushu in the water room, Lin Lang's mood eased a lot.

He was wearing a casual suit today, which was completely different from the usual high school student's T-shirt and shorts.He didn't notice Lin Lang, he just straightened his hair in front of the mirror.

Lin Lang gave him a good review in his heart - sassy.

He only saw himself in the mirror when he placed the washbasin beside Tang Yushu, so he turned around and gave Lin Lang a smile on the outside of the mirror, "I... I am going to the company today, and I am going to talk to Chen Ni Meet a client."

"Oh."

"I... come back tonight?"

Lin Lang didn't understand the questioning tone at the end of his sentence—why don't you come back and ask me?But he didn't want him not to come back, so Lin Lang said: "Then I'll wait for you to have dinner together."

Tang Yushu continued to comb his hair, but did not answer Lin Lang's words.

Lin Lang didn't know whether his attitude was acquiescing or noncommittal...

When Lin Lang was brushing his teeth, Tang Yushu said "goodbye" lightly, then turned around and walked out.

Compared to the past... Lin Lang feels that today's state is similar to... "falling out of favor"?

The air pressure is not right.

After changing his skin, why doesn't he even look like Tang Yushu?

After washing and returning to the dormitory to put away his things, Lin Lang didn't rush to have breakfast, but stood by the window and watched for a while.

Until I saw Tang Yushu riding his beloved car out of the underground garage, and went straight out of the school through the north gate.

——"Heavy Rain, where have you been?"

——"The person you are looking for is not me."

He didn't use much strength, as gentle as if he was afraid of hurting himself.

Can be pushed irresistibly.

Lin Lang who woke up was startled.

Tang Yushu said: "Blame me for squatting for too long...you have fallen asleep. I was afraid of waking you up, so I turned off the lights and pads."

Lin Lang apologized repeatedly, and returned to his bed as if fleeing.

In the force with which he pushed himself away, Lin Lang even felt a trace of anger.

Lin Lang trusted his intuition - Tang Yushu must be angry.

Thank goodness——near noon, Lin Lang, who had been struggling for many days on the verge of food shortage, received an impromptu request for a manuscript from a magazine he had cooperated with: "A 4-word short story. Can you give it to us before [-] pm today?"

No matter how talented Ren Lin Lang was, he couldn't guarantee that the draft would be completed so quickly... But Lin Lang still flicked through his lagging computer first, and then gave the answer: "Yes."

I usually have the habit of recording fragments of inspiration, and I also like to practice by writing outlines in my spare time. Over time, many semi-finished manuscripts have piled up in the computer.Lin Lang took out an article to smooth out the plot and polish the writing, and sent it to the editor at 4 o'clock on the line.

After 10 minutes, the editor threw out a sentence of "Perfect pass!", and immediately transferred 1500 yuan of manuscript fee to Lin Lang in gratitude.

Lin Lang was taken aback and confirmed, "1500?"

The editor replied: "That's right, you can take it. Originally, this position was reserved for a popular S-level author with a salary of 300 thousand words, but she let me go again! She has let me go 8 times this year. 8 times! Originally, the manuscript was due to be delivered on the last day before the National Day, but I couldn’t contact her until this morning! The film will be released at 6 pm today, so I’m sorry I can’t accompany you!”

Lin Lang calculated two accounts:

The first is the budget for this column position of this magazine - 300 for a thousand words... so the ten thousand words is... 3000?Lin Lang not only sighed: When will I reach the status of S-level author?Writing two or three short stories a month can live a very nourishing life.

The second is the absenteeism frequency of this S-level author—in terms of the workflow of the magazine, the early release of film in October means the November issue. 10 out of 11 draft appointments?

The editor's anger was clearly not extinguished.Now that Lin Lang was caught, he simply spit it out: "This S-level author is not an S-level author at all! She didn't let me go in the March issue, but the manuscripts she submitted couldn't be used at all. I made some suggestions. She said that she couldn't understand the revision, and asked me to show her the revision—OK! In order not to delay the publication, I revised it, and I revised more than half of it! At that time, I should only settle 3 for her—more than half of it was written for her by me!"

Lin Lang was puzzled: "Then why do you insist on making an appointment with her?"

"It's well-known, the background is strong, the editor-in-chief asked for it by name! It's funny to say, do you know why this author is so popular? Plagiarism! Plagiarized a cartoonist's story, changed the character's name, and washed the lines again, So I sent it to the competition, and won the newcomer award of the year! Even if the judges of the organizing committee are well-versed in poetry and books, there is no way to guarantee that they have seen the original work—besides, they plagiarized across circles. The cartoonist later put The author was sued, and unfortunately, he lost the case - because it was true that none of the words matched. As a result, the public opinion finally became a cartoonist who debuted for three years under the backstage capital marketing of this newcomer author. Bullying newcomers in the literary world'—this author is so popular...instead, the cartoonist is not popular, and was blocked by half of the industry's resources...I heard that now I have to seal my pen and go to work."

Lin Lang had heard about this incident, and knew who this "kuang worker" was.As for the "unlucky cartoonist" in the incident, Lin Lang had also met Lu Li.

"Hey, I won't chat with you anymore, I have to follow up with the follow-up work. In short... I remember that I gave you the manuscript fee for a C-level author before I asked for a manuscript--50 thousand words, right? From now on, you will be here with me Write a manuscript, and I will directly give you an A-level quasi-thousand character 150! For nothing else, I will fight the fire for you today!"

Lin Lang was grateful to Dade: "Thank you!"

After replying to the editor's message, Lin Lang transferred the manuscript fee from WeChat to the bank card.

After thinking about it, he still transferred the last 200 yuan owed to Tang Yushu.

——The main reason was to test Tang Yushu's attitude towards him.

As soon as the screen displayed "Transfer successful", Tang Yushu opened the door and entered.

Lin Lang glanced at the time, it was a few minutes away from six o'clock - I don't know if he was so punctual, just a coincidence, or he was really keeping the "dinner" appointment on purpose.

Tang Yushu began to take off his clothes as soon as he entered the door. He tore off his suit and shirt, then sat on the bed and took off his trousers and socks. "I want to eat rice noodles."

"Okay." Lin Lang agreed, got up and walked over, took out the ointment from the storage box on top of Tang Yushu, and urged him by the way: "Don't throw your suits everywhere, hang them on hangers."

Tang Yushu put on a pair of light sweatpants and sneered, "We are like Hiroshi Nohara and Miyu."

"Who?" Lin Lang didn't know.

"I don't know, and I won't tell you!" Tang Yushu smiled and refused to explain, but turned his back to Lin Lang.

Naturally... as if nothing had happened.

So much so that Lin Lang began to wonder if he was worrying too much - this person is heartless, since he didn't mind...for him the first time, then this time...he shouldn't mind, right? ——Although I really have to pay attention to my wine in the future.

But when applying the ointment for him, Lin Lang still felt that he should say: "I was really sorry last night..."——If someone was passing by, it would be fine to whitewash the peace; but if it was Tang Yushu, he didn't want to stay rift.

"Oh...it's okay."

"I won't drink with you anymore."

Tang Yushu turned around: "Why are you still angry?"

Lin Lang tapped him on the back to show "don't move around", and told him: "I'm not angry. I'm afraid that I drank too much... I will cause you trouble."

After saying this, the two were silent for a moment in tacit understanding.

The bruise on Tang Yushu's back has completely come out, and it should get better soon.Turning around, the spot on his forehead was just a slight bump, but it has disappeared now, but it is still slightly yellow.

It was Tang Yushu who couldn't help but said, "Do you have a friend named Da Yu?"

"Ah."

"Where is he...?"

"Let's go." Lin Lang said concisely.

"Gone? What...what do you mean?"

"Gone, gone, no longer in this world."

"Ah..." Tang Yushu lowered his eyelids and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

Lin Lang didn't speak.

This guy pondered for a moment but then asked again: "Did he...was a man or a woman?"

Lin Lang laughed "puchi": "Will it change during life and after life?...a man."

Tang Yushu didn't have time to care about Lin Lang's ridicule at him, but continued to ask his own question eagerly: "What relationship do you have with him?"

"Friend." After applying the medicine, Lin Lang screwed on the cap, "What's wrong? Are you curious?"

"No." Tang Yushu pretended to smile lightly, and after a moment of dry laughing, he confessed again: "Well... I'm a little curious."

"Just friends... nothing else."

There was a brief moment of silence.

"Then I won't be angry with you anymore. He's gone... You should be thinking about him."—Sure enough, I admitted that I was angry.

There was another brief moment of silence.

"Can I still ask?"

"Ask." Lin Lang smiled and nodded.

"You used to... ah... uh..." Tang Yushu put his arms on the T-shirt a little clumsily, turning various tonal particles in his mouth, and only asked the second part in a low voice when his head was stuck inside the clothes. Sentence - "Will you kiss him?"

"Ah."

It took a long time to have the courage to ask, but Lin Lang didn't expect Lin Lang to answer so frankly...

"Oh... no wonder..." Tang Yushu laughed a few times in embarrassment, "That time in the hotel you called me 'heavy rain' and kissed me...it was again last night——fortunately I urinated, otherwise I almost You are so scared that you want to pee your pants. You don't know - you are like an octopus, entangled me, screaming 'heavy rain', and come to eat me."

Lin Lang threatened him without changing his face: "If you describe it more carefully, I will commit suicide in shame and anger."

"Then I won't describe it." Tang Yushu confessed, "The first time I thought you were calling me, I thought you were kissing me. But when I saw you like that last night... I knew: you called me That 'heavy rain' is not me - how is his name written? Which rain is it?"

"It's raining rain." Lin Lang was puzzled: "Your name is Tang Yushu, and his name is Da Yu. How can they be confused?"

"Oh... the rain of the rain." Tang Yushu repeated it like a murmur before raising his head and explaining to Lin Lang: "I am Feather's Yu—I am also called Dayu, really."

Lin Lang was stunned.

"Before I changed my name, my name was Tang Yu. When I was a child, I grew big again, so everyone called me Dayu—it seems because something happened to me when I was young, when I was six or seven years old... I almost died at that time. Yes, the fortune teller told my grandfather..."

"Stop." Lin Lang stopped Tang Yushu, who was pulling the topic further and further: "Even if your name is 'Da Yu'...but how can I know what your nickname is?"

Tang Yushu was stunned by the question, he thought for a moment, turned his blushing face away: "I thought you were secretly asking me..."

Lin Lang felt that when he was with Tang Yushu, he often felt out of strength.

One pot assorted rice noodles.

Halfway through eating, Tang Yushu's cell phone rang.

Glancing at the caller ID, "It's my sister", Tang Yushu pressed the speakerphone to answer.

The girl on the other end of the phone cut straight to the point: "Brother, the teacher wants me to call my parents... Tomorrow - can you come?"

"What hammer did you do again?" Tang Yushu asked as he slammed the ribs into Lin Lang's bowl.

"Puppy love... was caught."

"What?" Tang Yushu's eyebrows twitched for a moment - Lin Lang secretly observed his expression.

On the other end of the phone, the younger sister said in a low voice: "I was walking hand in hand with a male classmate at the night market at the back gate of the school, and was bumped by the teacher..."

Tang Yushu confirmed it seriously: "It's really... just holding hands?"

"real."

"You show that kid a photo of me—the one with the shirtless shoulders showing the muscles, and tell him that I know how to do Muay Thai."

"Seduce him? You want to chase him?"

Lin Lang also laughed.

"What a mess—I want you to tell him: My brother is very fierce!"

The younger sister was overjoyed on the other end of the phone: "I took the initiative to lead him...you just say you are coming or not?"

"Okay, okay! I'll be there tomorrow afternoon." Tang Yushu was dejected.Before hanging up the phone, she cursed: "Mei Gua..."

Tang Yushu seemed to be still distressed after hanging up the phone.

Lin Lang spoke up: "So you still have a younger sister?"

"Yeah, my name is Tang Qingyang." Tang Yushu briefly introduced: "It's very skinny!" - the words on his mouth were scolding, but his face was full of smiles.

Lin Lang was quite envious of their brother-sister relationship, so he couldn't help saying "That's great".

Tang Yushu glanced at Lin Lang: "If you are envious, you can ask me for help, and I will be your brother."

Lin Lang ignored him.

"Anyway, you're thinking about the heavy rain, and I happen to be called Dayu too."

Lin Lang drank the soup.

"Don't dislike it, just use me as a substitute."

Lin Lang choked.

"What are you doing so weirdly?" Lin Lang took the tissue from Tang Yushu and wiped his mouth clean, and asked him dumbfounded.

But Tang Yushu looked serious: "I mean it. You need me—didn't you say so?"

"When did I say that?" Lin Lang tried to recall.

"Chapter 13, section 2, penultimate paragraph 6, don't retract the confession, all the fairies in the sky are watching!" Tang Yushu was extremely firm.

The author says:

The stalks played in Chen Tan are played again in the wail...[doge]