howling breath

Lin Lang was really surprised at his gaffe.

I never knew I couldn't laugh, but I never knew I could cry.

Realizing that he burst into tears abruptly because of someone's nonsensical words, Lin Lang was so frightened that he avoided Tang Yushu's gaze, and quickly splashed cold water on his face.

sentimental.Not a good sign really.

After washing up, Lin Lang went back to the dormitory.

After drying the blanket by the window sill, he put on his earphones and started working quietly.

Lin Lang recently took on a job: editing teaching aids; one manuscript costs 100 yuan.

One article is 1500 words. After writing one article, submit one article for review. If there is no problem after review, the manuscript fee for one article will be paid.

It's not something advanced, it's just a "proposition composition" in the literal sense; the boss sorts out and summarizes the Chinese composition topics for the college entrance examination in each province, and Lin Lang is responsible for writing them according to the proposition requirements.In the end, it will be collected and typed together, and the cover will be bright red and green, with a small "teach you how to write an essay" and a big "College Entrance Exam Composition" as the title; it will be printed into a book and distributed in various places. Road bookstore channels.

It sells well.

The job is not something that can be put on the table, but the boss is very nice.

Although the jobs I took over from this boss were quite cheap, at least they were paid promptly.

If he hadn't known him, Lin Lang estimated that he would still not be able to complete his undergraduate degree because of arrears of school tuition fees.

This morning when he was dealing with work, Tang Yushu didn't make any more noise; it seemed that he was lying on the bunk watching a drama, and then fell asleep after watching it.

Lin Lang peeked at him a few times on the way - through the mosquito net, Tang Yushu was lying on his side inside; the T-shirt obediently stuck to his back, outlining an arc.

For a moment, Lin Lang felt that the lines were very familiar... like a certain fragment in a dream.

Lin Lang frequently dreamed of a scene in his dreams - he was lying on the back of the heavy rain, and the two sat quietly back and forth, looking up at the night sky as if they were waiting for something...

The place where he was sitting was vague, probably on top of a wall, or on a horse.

The waiting scene is also vague, maybe it is Fengyue, maybe it is fireworks.

After watching for a long time, Lin Lang suddenly had an illusion: as if the person leaning against the door and smiling at him last night was Heavy Rain; or as if the person standing on the high wall in the dream was Tang Yushu.

After thinking wildly for a long time, Lin Lang realized that his work status was not good.

It was as if something had been taken away from his consciousness... and it seemed that something had occupied his entire consciousness.

After stabilizing his emotions, Lin Lang continued to code.

Tang Yushu woke up from his nap at the beginning of 12 o'clock, feeling a little hungry.

Lin Lang was still working - Tang Yushu propped up his body and looked back secretly at his side.

Tang Yushu remembered that the "single bedroom" at the end of the corridor was originally a utility room when he was an undergraduate.

This year, several majors have expanded their enrollment, so the poor alma mater tried its best to develop all the space available, and forced two bunk beds into the utility room at the end of each floor to make dormitory for students—four-person dormitory also There are two bunk beds, this "single bed" is also two bunk beds, but the utility room is half the size of a normal four-person bed, and the space seems a bit cramped.

But the advantage is that there are fewer people.

The reason for applying for this special dormitory is not really because Tang Yushu "doesn't like crowds", but Tang Yushu currently works in an advertising company and feels that he may occasionally have to stay up late and work overtime for fear of disturbing others.

For convenience, Tang Yushu slept on the lower bunk of his bunk bed; on the upper bunk were scattered suitcases, clothes, and a washbasin with toiletries.

Usually in the four-person dormitory, everyone adheres to the first principle of "getting the lower berth first".

But when no one was fighting for it, Lin Lang took the trouble to choose the upper bunk on another bunk bed.When the lower berth was vacant, he lifted the bed board to the height of the table, and there were a laptop, some books and stationery on it; the things were not valuable, but they were neatly stacked.

Comparing the two sides, Tang Yushu felt that his area was like a pig's nest.

Lin Lang is still working.

Wearing headphones is a gesture of "Do Not Disturb"—no matter how stupid Tang Yushu is, he still understands the most basic unspoken social rules.

Just looking at Lin Lang's back for a while, Tang Yushu gradually thought of many things that he couldn't figure out.

I can't even figure out what I can't figure out at the same time.

It wasn't until the phone vibrated beside his pillow that he was able to get his attention back.

Touching the phone, Tang Yushu saw a message from the person he noted as [Guameier]: How do you feel about the new semester?

Tang Yushu was already very familiar with this place as he studied at the Film and Television University for his undergraduate degree.Reply to her by typing: "How can I feel, it's not the same as before..."

Guameier: Is the fact that you are Guapi exposed?

Tang Yushu: Nope.

After replying, I realized that I was being teased by my sister, and reposted a gif of a dog glaring at the camera.

Guameier: Hahaha!What about roommates?

Tang Yushu: Pretty.

Guameier: Do you live in a female dormitory?

Tang Yushu: Boys are beautiful too!

Gua Meier: Then marry me back.

Tang Yushu was overjoyed, and scolded her with a "chichi" laugh: You are such a melon girl!

Guameier: That’s right.

Guameier interpreted the title she was awarded with a smooth tongue: I am Guapi's younger sister!

Tang Yushu could never beat her in the matter of bickering, so he just glanced at Lin Lang again: He is too sharp, I am afraid that your sister-in-law and sister-in-law will fight every day!

The younger sister said in a lewd tone: There is no possibility, no possibility, sister-in-law is for pain!

Tang Yushu enjoyed watching it.While laughing "chichi" at the phone, he felt that Lin Lang seemed to get up behind him.

Quickly throwing down the chat software and pressing the phone, Tang Yushu turned over and looked back excitedly—but Lin Lang just moved the chair.

hungry.But dare not say.

After lying down for another minute, Tang Yushu, who was tortured to death by hunger, finally got up and got out of bed, put on his shoes, packed his schoolbag, and said a word without hope when he turned around and was about to go out.

"Lin Lang, do you want to have dinner together?"

Unexpectedly, Lin Lang turned his head and nodded again.

Tang Yushu was happy again.

In fact, the weather is not too hot.

Summer in Chengdu is very mild.Usually if there is sun exposure in the morning, there will be a shower at noon, so the temperature is balanced in a relatively comfortable range between cloudy and cloudy.

But Tang Yushu had a lot of sweat on the back of his head, and he kept lifting his front to fan the cool breeze.

Lin Lang was a little curious about what Tang Yushu was thinking about and what the world looked like in his eyes... which made him laugh forever.

Unlike me, this person is like a star in the vast universe, shining frankly.

People are not the same.Some people were born under the warm sun, while others were born in the dark and damp.

When those people under the sun laughed, Lin Lang would secretly watch.

But those laughters seemed to be stories that happened in another dimension, and Lin Lang couldn't quite understand them.

I don't understand but I can't help but want to see it.

good looking.

In this way, when he was staring at the back of Tang Yushu's head and thinking wildly, he happened to turn his head back.

As if he was caught stealing, Lin Lang subconsciously looked away.

Tang Yushu didn't notice Lin Lang's complicated inner drama, and just casually narrated to him: "Where did you get your undergraduate degree?"

"Nanjing."

"Why do you want to come to Chengdu?"

"do not know."

In fact, there is no reason... I just don't want to be in my hometown anymore; if I am not in my hometown, I can be anywhere.Don't pick...the farther the better.

"Chengdu delicious?"

"No." As long as you have enough food and clothing.

"Chengdu girls look good?"

"No." I didn't want to fall in love.

"You look good too."

"..." Lin Lang turned his head, but didn't continue to speak for a moment.

But Tang Yushu never seemed to make any risk assessment on his speech, and he still kept his face calm when he said something serious, not knowing it: "I invite you to eat that - the rice noodles I talked about in the morning? Or?"

Lin Lang's "hmm" was vague and lingering.Looking back, I don't know what happened to me.

The two ordered some assorted cauldron, Tang Yushu was sweating profusely, but Lin Lang was embarrassed to move his chopsticks too much.

"You have such a small appetite!" Tang Yushu teased him, feasting on himself, and kept adding things to Lin Lang's bowl.

This action made Lin Lang a little embarrassed - someone at the next table was looking sideways, but Tang Yushu seemed to have no one else in his eyes.

So when Tang Yushu rolled up a large amount of rice noodles from the pot and stuffed it into Lin Lang's bowl, Lin Lang moved the bowl away in embarrassment: "I will do it myself..."

"Oh." Being rejected again, Tang Yushu sneered, a little dumbfounded—the chopsticks that were going to be picked up by Lin Lang almost turned the pot upside down, and at this moment, he couldn't react: should he? Put this chopsticks of rice noodles back into the pot, or put them all in your own bowl...

Finally bit the bullet and swallowed the big handful of rice noodles: "What do you do in the morning?"

"Write something."

"Oh, you major in screenwriting, right?"

"Ah."

"sharp."

"Hmm." Lin Lang realized that Tang Yushu didn't seem to talk as much as before - he didn't know if he no longer rejected this person so subjectively, or he didn't want to say more.

The cafeteria was crowded with people.The cumulonimbus clouds outside receded, and the skylight fell into the huge glass partition windows, giving the backlit Tang Yushu a fluffy bright edge.

He was still burying his head in hard work, leaving only his head and heart for Lin Lang.Explain vaguely: "I have to go to work in the afternoon, so I can't accompany you."

Lin Lang found it interesting: You really know each other well; we are even strangers, so why did you take over me as if it were your part... "Do you have a job?"

Tang Yushu was overjoyed after Lin Lang asked Tang Yushu, and just smiled "hehe" before answering the question.

Lin Lang was puzzled by the smile.

Tang Yushu swallowed what he was chewing, and drank a few sips of water to calm his breath: "It's the first time you're asking me a question."

"..."

"Yeah, I went to work. When I was an undergraduate, I started a company with my good friends and friends. It was originally a Taobao store to help his family sell souvenirs. But it was changed to an advertising company."

"Eh?"

"It's just to sell his special products. We spent a lot of time on marketing and making up jokes, and the result was that the sales were better. Later, another brand gave us money and asked me to help them manage publicity. I found out that advertising is more profitable than selling specialty products—mainly because packing hot sauce is too tiring...so I transferred the shop to his family to take care of it, and the few of us switched to advertising together.”

Lin Lang choked up after hearing this, thinking that your business is really outrageous...

After the two of them finished their meal, Tang Yushu said goodbye to Lin Lang at the entrance of the cafeteria: "Then I'm leaving."

Lin Lang nodded.

After greeting, Tang Yushu turned and walked away.

Lin Lang stood there without moving, watching Tang Yushu walk away—the man from 23, whose back looks very much like a high school boy.

He's "going to work," going back to his world.

Lin Lang's head suddenly went numb, and he bravely called his name.

"Tang Yushu."

"Huh?"

When he turned his head, his eyes were pierced by the sun, so he stretched out his hand to cover his brow bone.So from a distance, Lin Lang could only see his white teeth when he grinned.

Lin Lang suddenly felt a strange emotion at that moment, and he couldn't explain the logic of the emotion—it was a feeling of "regret".Regret for letting a gentle person run into a wall; regret not allowing him to hold the chopsticks of rice noodles to himself just now; regret not letting those sideways people see: such a sunny and lovely boy, he and I are close.

It took four or five seconds for Lin Lang to say: "I happen to... go shopping at the school gate—together?"

Tang Yushu was happy again.

The author says:

Suddenly discovered that Silly Yushu is actually a provocative and unknowingly high-ranking player!