howling breath

It was cloudy outside when we checked out, and there should be rain.

Spring and autumn in Nanjing are very short.It was late November, and the temperature was supposed to be mild autumn, but the winter cold that had settled early had already begun to make trouble secretly.

Fortunately, Tang Yushu was forcibly wrapped in a coat when he set off from Chengdu—his cold hadn’t fully recovered yet, and Lin Lang was afraid that he would be doused again and burnt into a "caramel Yushu"...

After coming out of the hotel, Lin Lang took Tang Yushu to eat the special soup dumplings.

Tang Yushu picked up the steamed stuffed bun carelessly, bit it down and the juice splashed out.His jacket was unzipped by him at some point, and the soup splashed by the steamed bun stained the white T-shirt on his chest.He himself was in a hurry, put down the steamed stuffed bun and looked up the ceiling, trying to find the culprit: "What was spilled just now?"

"Your steamed stuffed bun." Looking at Tang Yushu's silly look, Lin Lang was overjoyed: "Come on, it's fine if it's not ironed. Let's go buy some clothes nearby after eating..."

Tang Yushu also smiled embarrassedly, and continued to eat the buns.

A message came to the phone, from [Huarong Yuexia]: "It's all sold. All the prepayments have arrived."

Lin Lang flipped through the chat history back and forth, and replied to him with an inexplicable question mark - "?".

As expected, [Hua Rong Yue Xia] made a phone call right after he figured out his style of conduct.

Lin Lang and Tang Yushu signaled that they had a call to answer, walked out of the bun shop, and pressed the answer button.

"What question mark? What? Is it unbelievable? Hahaha!"

"Yes." Lin Lang said with a smile.

"All the contracts have been completed, and the prepayment is enough to collect 80 yuan! The year-end dividends will not hurt you, so you can continue to receive manuscripts with your heart-have you reissued your bank card? You posted it yourself The 10 yuan, and the 3 buyout remuneration for "Fengyue Inn", haven't been paid to you yet!"

[Hua Rong Yue Xia] has never procrastinated in giving money.As long as he did legitimate business, he was considered a good boss—Lin Lang couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh.But with this laughter, he played a friendly tone: "Which one of us is with whom? Can I still not trust you? I came to Nanjing on a temporary basis, and I will make up for it when I return to Chengdu. Speaking of it, I am simply curious: Wen Xin and Internet celebrities Is this kind of cooperation in the company also signed according to the usual Wenxin and Wenwen publishing template contracts?"

"Yes."

"Then how can people trust us to provide them with manuscripts? I mean: if we only sign a publishing contract, then if we don't provide them with gun manuscripts, they can't do anything to us—can they? Even we You can rely on the contract to blackmail them for liquidated damages for 'not submitting the manuscript'."

After listening to Lin Lang's words, Liu Cheng smiled on the phone for a long time: "You are really like when I was young-you are so bad! But Lin Meinan, you still have too little experience, and of course you can think of others! A commissioned creation agreement is attached: If we can’t provide the manuscript, we will have to pay them a high liquidated damages instead! But anyway, the manuscript is already in our hands, and the high liquidated damages can’t scare us!”

"That's good. Oh, yes - I went to the printing factory to see Zhao Yanyan's rough book yesterday, and there is no problem. The color of the book cover is very correct, and the texture is also very good; the color printing of the inner pages is also very restored Color; black and white too. I signed it for you!"

"Sure!" Someone solved a problem for him, [Huarong Yuexia] was very happy.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Lang couldn't help but want to laugh—knowing the rules of the industry, Lin Lang naturally expected that the contract would be in this mode.

The reason for confirming it again is that I just want to hear [Hua Rongyuexia] say it himself, there is always a pleasure of listening to him describe how he stepped into the trap step by step.

I am not a kind person, I have to drink hatred to survive.

When the buns were half eaten, Tang Yushu suddenly asked Lin Lang thoughtlessly: "Before me, did you like anyone?"

"No." Lin Lang answered quickly, but for the sake of rigor, he added: "If it's a dream, then it is."

"You mean heavy rain?"

"Ah."

"You dreamed that you liked him? What did you like about him? What did you do with him? Didn't he even have a shape?"

Lin Lang chose one answer from the continuous cross-examination: "Do something that I have done with you."

"anything else?"

"Have you ever done anything else?"

"Didn't follow me...? I have to come all over again tonight!" Tang Yushu became jealous.

Seeing Tang Yushu's idiot-like reaction, Lin Lang didn't comfort him, but just watched for fun.

It took Tang Yushu a long time to swallow the steamed stuffed bun, as if he had swallowed a bad breath, and started talking nonsense: "Let me tell you, the shadow in your dream is me——you have been thinking about me since you were a child."

Lin Lang nodded: "It's you or you."

Tang Yushu felt that Lin Lang was perfunctory to himself, so he twisted and became more serious: "I was called Tang Yu before I changed my name, and when I was young, I grew up, so everyone called me Dayu——Da Yu, Da Yu, Isn't this me?"

"It's you, it's you."

"It's called fate—it's because I was in Longquan Mountain when I was young..."

"It's you!" Lin Lang was dizzy from his nagging: "It's you, it's really you! Why are you so angry with someone who doesn't exist..."

Tang Yushu's long speech was stuffed in his chest by Lin Lang's perfunctory, and it took him a long time to swallow it, so he could only whisper, "The buns are so delicious!"

There is a bazaar near Baozipu, and Lin Lang said it was cheap there.

Lin Lang bought clothes there when he was an undergraduate, and bargained for the price. A T-shirt can be bought for 30.

"It's just that the quality is not good, and I don't know what kind of material it is. In summer, if you sweat a little, it will stink to death; you can't help rubbing it. When you wash it, rub it hard and it will rot."

Tang Yushu wasn't frightened by Lin Lang's words - today was mainly to accompany Lin Lang to the grave, and he didn't need to take a taxi to go shopping in a shopping mall to pick out clothes, as long as he could solve it nearby.

"It's okay. I don't pick."

He found a small wholesale shop at random, and Tang Yushu picked one with a big cartoon bear printed on it. When he was about to try it out, the proprietress said that there was no changing room: "Change it on the spot! What are you afraid of, young man!"

Tang Yushu wasn't shy, so he changed on the spot.

It doesn't matter just this change, the aunt's eyes are glued to Tang Yushu's body and she refuses to come down.She quickly walked around to Tang Yushu's side, squeezed Lin Lang aside, graciously helped Tang Yushu straighten his collar and touched his waist, and finally patted Tang Yushu's buttocks: "Young man! What a good figure!"

Tang Yushu turned to Lin Lang for help; Lin Lang stood with folded arms and pursed his lips to suppress a smile, too busy to take care of himself, completely ignoring Tang Yushu's signal for help.Tang Yushu was so shy, he pulled Lin Lang up and escaped from the shop quickly after paying the money.

Lin Lang couldn't hold back his laughter, and after running a few steps, he let go of Tang Yushu's hand, Lin Lang couldn't breathe from laughing.

Tang Yushu looked at him with a dark face and smiled: "You don't even protect me...you still laugh? In ancient times, you would be immersed in a pig cage for such behavior!"

"I don't want to be jealous of her! Why don't we Nanjing ladies enjoy the charm of Chengdu men?"

Fine.It sounds like I'm being exaggerated.

Only then did Tang Yushu spare Lin Lang.

From the place where I lived to the cemetery, I took the subway for seven or eight stops, and it was almost noon when I arrived at the cemetery.

There was a flower shop near the main entrance of the cemetery, and Tang Yushu took Lin Lang to buy flowers.

"No need to buy it." Lin Lang didn't want him to waste money.

"Don't burn paper money, buy a bunch of flowers."

"Need not."

"When I sent it to my mother."

"...All right." Lin Lang didn't stop him.

Every time he mentioned her, he called her "Mom" - this detail touched Lin Lang's heart: what he didn't want to mention, what was embarrassing, what was terrible... He would take it all with his vigorous tenderness .

Tang Yushu bought a bunch of white baby's breath.

Usually the baby's breath is used as a decorative flower, Lin Lang rarely pays attention to this kind of flower.But when it was not matching other flowers and was wrapped into a bunch completely independently, Lin Lang looked at the densely packed flowers and found that they actually had a different kind of life.

Lin Lang liked the bouquet of flowers, so Tang Yushu handed it to him, and followed Lin Lang to find his mother's monument.

Lin Lang is familiar with the road.Tang Yushu followed him, thinking to himself: It must not be that he has never seen her.

After walking there, Tang Yushu turned around and wobbled away for a short distance, leaving room for Lin Lang to get along with her.

He didn't say anything and Tang Yushu couldn't hear him, but he didn't kneel or bow, there was no ceremony, he just put down the flowers silently and stood.

After standing for a long time, someone beside him stopped.

Looking sideways, Lin Lang saw a middle-aged man who was vaguely familiar but extremely strange.

Looking over the man's shoulder, Tang Yushu in the distance is watching the situation here vigilantly - as if there is any change, he will rush over immediately.Lin Lang suppressed a smile.

"Have a meal tonight?"

"No. Dad."

There was no surprise on Father Lin's expression, he just sneered: "Oh, okay..."

But what the boy said next surprised Father Lin. Lin Lang said: "I will come back to see you during the Chinese New Year. But I won't stay today. I have to go back to Chengdu. I have something urgent to deal with."

Father Lin then smiled: "Is the boy standing over there your friend? When I came here, I saw him standing over there, looking at you all the time."

Lin Lang confessed: "It's my boyfriend."

"what?!"

Expected surprise.

It's my boyfriend, it's my lover.

I don't think I'm dirty if I wet the bed.Stand up for me when others slander me.Come and save me when someone violates me.When I was incontinent, I took off my clothes, covered my buttocks, and walked out of the crowd with my back on my back.I want to grow up because of him.Also patiently accompany me to grow up.Boyfriend who also grew up with me.

Lin Lang quietly prepared this line that "will definitely make him feel ashamed".

It's just that before he could say it out loud, Father Lin nodded first: "You look very honest, tall and strong, and you are all in his eyes—very good."

Lin Lang was surprised by this answer, but he didn't show any signs of it.After being quiet for a while, he said again: "I think you are fine, Dad. Just don't drink; or don't bother me after drinking."

Father Lin sneered: "Okay."

"Okay. Then... take care. I have to catch a plane."

The boy said something else, so Father Lin couldn't help asking, "I'll be back during the Chinese New Year..."

At the end of the unfinished sentence, Lin Lang lost his voice when he hugged him.

All he wanted to do was feel the unexpected hug. After a long while, Father Lin heard his boy say in his ear, "Yes. Yes."

I am not reconciled to being old, but "old tears" is probably the most appropriate word to describe my face at this moment.

When he came out of the cemetery, Chen Ni called Tang Yushu: ""Chunsheng Inn" has been online for two weeks - the number of readings on the B&B official account is good, and the growth trend is also good. Remember to ask Lin Lang to send a message today A word on Weibo—resources will be pushed at the evening meeting!"

Tang Yushu laughed.He said "I want it" twice to the receiver, turned around and bumped Lin Lang with an elbow: "Your novel is going to be popular!"

This sentence was resisted by Chen Ni on the phone: "Don't rush to brag! Even the blue-label Ogilvy & Mather can't guarantee that something will become popular in one push. Is Lin Lang next to you?"

"exist."

"You two are so tired! Let him answer the phone alone."

"It's okay if I turn on the speakerphone? What's the matter? What are you going to hide from me?"

Chen Ni refused to explain, but only urged Tang Yushu: "Hurry up!"

So Tang Yushu, who was excluded, had no choice but to hand the phone to Lin Lang, and then stood aside with a dark face.

After Chen Ni and Lin Lang talked for a long time, Lin Lang suddenly laughed, and glanced at Tang Yushu: "Why are you hiding this from him?"

Chen Ni showed a hooligan temperament as always: "It was your brother who moved, so of course I have to tell you."

Tang Yushu became even more curious: "What's going on!"

Lin Lang ignored him, just kept laughing.

Chen Ni on the other end of the phone laughed so embarrassedly: "Hey, don't go wild outside! Come back soon! It's time to do something!" After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone.

Lin Lang returned the mobile phone to Tang Yushu, admiring Tang Yushu's appearance of being almost burned by the lust of "gossip".

"Don't be wild outside, go back quickly. It's time to do things..."

Tang Yushu refused to leave: "Tell me what Chen Ni secretly told you first!"

Lin Lang imitated their Sichuan accent: "Chen Nun is playing with friends."

"And which one?"

"He Shun'er."

The two actually got together.

Although he thought it was "unexpectedly", Lin Lang was actually not surprised - they seemed to be together by nature.

A delicate little son, a rough gentry and a local tyrant... They are not so harmonious, but a natural pair.

After turning a few corners, the two walked on the crowded street, chatting about the happy event of Chen Ni and Shun Er, but Lin Lang was thinking about himself; all he could see was a blurred flow of people Zandong, and a Tang Yushu who remains relatively still with himself and is thus clearly recognizable.

Lin Lang unconsciously walked on the floor tiles.Unconsciously, he said: "fortunately".

"What?"

"It's nothing."

During the many years when his mother passed away, sometimes when Lin Lang was tired and exhausted from walking alone, he knew that he wanted to die more than his mother at that time, and wanted to leave more than her.I can empathize with her tiredness of the world.

But Lin Lang was not like her, Lin Lang had to bite the bullet and survived.

Of course, that kind of emotion is not suitable to be defined by words such as "strength" and "courage". A confrontational attitude of "because the world doesn't treat me well, so I just refuse to follow the wishes of the world".

very ugly.

But at this moment, Lin Lang thanked himself for being ugly.

Just... probably that kind of feeling——

If I had been weak, if I had "surrendered to hate" and lived...then I could have been with "maliciousness", I could have wasted my life, I could have fallen into the quagmire and turned into a blood-sucking worm—because I became rotten , I have motives and reasons that are more confident than anyone else.

Fortunately I didn't.

Fortunately, every step is right.

Fortunately, I met you.

Seeing that Tang Yushu didn't speak, Lin Lang asked him, "What are you thinking?"

"Miss you."

"Am I not here?"

He still didn't speak, seemed a little shy, and ran a few steps to the front to shoot the basketball that didn't exist.

Lin Lang also caught up with him a few steps, grabbed Tang Yushu's arm, and clasped Tang Yushu's hand.

Tang Yushu was surprised by Lin Lang's sudden action.

Lin Lang knew that Tang Yushu wasn't afraid of being watched by others—he was worried that he would be afraid.

So Lin Lang said to him: "Let's go."

"Why are you so active today?" He was still laughing inexplicably.

Lin Lang squeezed his hand: "Today is the beginning."

I used to seek redemption with a phantom in my arms.

From now on, I will look at the vivid and real you.

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Ready to close the net!