Good brother, your design is broken

"Now there is an important news. The flight from this city to country K suddenly crashed 5 minutes after takeoff. Emergency search and rescue are currently underway."

"A passenger plane carrying 172 people from Jiang City to Country K crashed, all of them are feared dead."

"After intense search and rescue and investigation, it was confirmed that all 172 crew members had no vital signs."

The cold news reports are like a pervasive black and green river, pouring into the internal organs and the bones of the limbs.

Ling Lang was in pain all over his body, drowning in the darkness, as if falling into an endless ocean.

At the moment when he was about to suffocate, a slender and powerful hand broke through the water and reached out firmly towards him.

As he gripped desperately, he woke up with a start.

Ling Lang clutched his chest and flipped off the sofa, stumbled to the balcony, choked on the biting north wind, and coughed until his lungs hurt.

It feels so good to be back on earth.

When he was a child, he accidentally drowned in a scenic spot, and he was almost suffocated at that time, but fortunately, Chi Yang jumped down immediately to save him.

In the past two years, he has often had nightmares, either a plane crash or drowning, the two are broadcasted continuously and sometimes blended, but fortunately at the last moment, Chi Yang's hand will appear in time and pull him out of the mud.

In the dream and outside the dream, Chi Yang is his savior, which makes it hard for him not to put Chi Yang in a special position.

But today, the savior came back, just as suddenly as he left back then.

He held the scar on his chest, and the messy images in his mind didn't dissipate because he escaped from the nightmare.

Two years ago, the Ling family fell into a major business crisis. For the sake of the company's development, Ling Rongjiang forced Ling Lang's sister, Ling Jin, to get engaged to the son of the Wang family, who was ten years older than her. Ling Jin, who was only half a year old, resisted to no avail. The little girl began to become panicked, shed tears all day long, and finally decided to run away from home and flee to a small country——

"Langlang, I can't take it anymore, I want to leave here, out of his control, I want to live my own life."

"What about the university? And your art dream for so many years?"

"I'm not going to college, you'll help me, right?"

At that moment, with Ling Jin's gentle eyes that could talk, all that was left was the hope of seeing life-saving straws until the other party nodded.

"Thank you, Langlang. Fortunately, I have you. I feel at ease with you here."

On that thunderstorm night, facing the obstruction of the bodyguards, the 15-year-old boy was burdened with the heavy support and expectations of his sister, like a crazy little beast, even if it was meaningless, he had to fight desperately, tear the barriers of the parents, and fight for his sister. fight for freedom.

Finally, he succeeded.

Ling Jin fled to the taxi bound for the airport and never returned.

This bloody and chaotic story ended with him personally sending Ling Jin to his death.

In my memory, Ling Jin's smile is always golden, like a shining circle of light.

But at this moment, all he had in front of him was the vortex with Venus.

Finally stopped coughing intermittently, Ling Lang realized that Chi Yang was leaning against the balcony door and looking at him, his gray-green eyes reflected the orange chandelier, a little weird.

"Why didn't you sleep?" Ling Lang asked hoarsely.

Chi Yang chuckled, just like Ling Lang running for his life just now, people who slept too much would wake up with fright, but what he said was "jet lag".

Chi Yang said in a slow voice, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Ling Lang said "Yes", "I dreamed of my sister."

It was a sad subject, and neither of them continued for a moment.

Half a minute later, Ling Lang spoke again: "The accident happened a year after you left the country."

Chi Yang nodded: "I know, I attended the funeral."

Ling Lang didn't go to Ling Jin's funeral, he didn't dare to go.

A sour feeling welled up, and he sniffed.

A sore nose makes it easy to sneeze. He couldn't hold it back for a while, and sneezed seven or eight times in a row.

"Come in."

Chi Yang reached out and held his cold wrist and chaotic pulse.

Caught off guard, Ling Lang was dragged into the warm fluorescent lamp by Chi Yang, just like when he was dragged into the bright air by Chi Yang in the dark river.

He followed Chi Yang hesitantly for a few steps, and it took a few seconds for him to realize that this is his territory.

The air conditioner is not turned on in the living room, but it is enough to dispel the cold.

Ling Lang sat on the sofa, his hands were still trembling slightly, as if they were frozen, or after a nightmare.

"Drink some hot water."

A long, slender hand holding a glass appeared in front of his eyes.

Ling Lang looked up in embarrassment.

Chi Yang's lofty smile was like the sun, making him almost dazzled.

Four years is enough to tamper with too much.

Ling Jin, who loves life the most, is gone, and he has changed from an incompetent and furious idiot to an existence that everyone shuns away.

Among all the unrecognizable things, only Chi Yang seemed to have never changed.

"What happened to your shoulder?"

A voice came from above his head, and Ling Lang suddenly came back to his senses, a daze flashed across his face.

Chi Yang opened Ling Lang's neckline and took a look, good guy, from the shoulder to the shoulder blade, the thick thumb stick marks were so red and purple.

It hurts him to see it.

"Why don't you say anything when you're injured? Doesn't it hurt?"

Chi Yang suspects that the child is frozen.

Ling Lang pulled the collar back from Chi Yang's hand, and said in a flat tone, "It's not a bone injury, it won't hurt if you don't touch it."

Ling Lang's eyelashes are very long, drooping down a shadow, from the perspective of Chi Yang's 1.9 meters, it seems to be aggrieved.

"Fortunately, it's just this one injury."

"Youjia is even worse, it's not a loss."

When Ling Lang spoke, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his originally numb shoulders seemed to be awakened, and began to ache with thousands of stitches.Although it was a minor injury, it was more unbearable than any previous injury.

Chi Yang didn't say anything, but sighed above Ling Lang's head.

Ling Lang's back tensed almost subconsciously, like a beast on alert.

In the next second, Chi Yang's gentle and non-critical voice sounded: "When you fight in the future, don't just play with your life, take care of yourself."

Ling Lang was taken aback for a moment, and his spine, which was buzzing with alarm bells, was instantly discouraged.

In the past two years, he has heard countless accusations, accusing him of bullying others, hurting others, letting others down, and making them sad. This is the first time he has been criticized for not taking good care of himself.

Ling Lang's microscopic reactions naturally failed to escape Chi Yang's microscope-like eyes.

The wall clock on the wall made the sound of "tick" and "tick".

The two of them just kept silent and played the wooden figure game while standing and sitting for a while. Ling Lang suddenly stood up and walked to a locked cabinet.

Chi Yang followed suit.

Ling Lang opened the door of the cabinet, and took out a bunch of photos and drawing papers, which were obviously treasures.

Chi Yang glanced at the photos, they were all Ling Jin's, and the paper was also Ling Jin's paintings, but the paintings were basically him and Ling Lang.

When they were young, Ling Jin always liked to grab two handsome younger brothers as models, so that whenever they saw Ling Jin holding a drawing board, their first reaction was to run away, although they couldn't run away.

"Do you miss my sister?" Ling Lang asked suddenly.

"Occasionally." Chi Yang rubbed his thumb against the little Ling Lang who was flirting with him in the painting, and replied a little casually.

Ling Lang felt that he had asked a stupid question, how could Chi Yang miss Ling Jin?

Maybe he missed her more than himself.

"Then you can pick a few photos and keep them as souvenirs."

This is the best meeting gift Ling Lang can think of for Chi Yang.

Chi Yang didn't refuse, but he didn't ask for Ling Jin's photo, but asked for a few two-person paintings of him and Ling Lang.

The spring break is not over yet, and the night market after zero o'clock is still very lively, with hot white mist rolling around, and even the temperature has been forced to rise several degrees.

Ling Lang sat at the small table, eating barbecue quietly, while Chi Yang opposite him remained motionless.

It is no exaggeration to say that this was the first time that Young Master Chi sat in such a place where it was so oily that it was difficult to get his feet off.

Ling Lang threw a few beef skewers on Chi Yang's plate and said, "Brother-in-law, try the signature."

"?" Chi Yang almost choked on the air.

He always thought that when he was a child, Ling Lang called him "brother-in-law" because he was too young and ignorant, and loved to make noises. He didn't expect that Ling Lang still misunderstood the pure friendship between him and Ling Jin today.

However, it is not good to deliberately explain the current atmosphere.

Chi Yang had no choice but to say: "Don't call me that in the future, call me Brother Yang."

Chi Yang is one and a half years older than Ling Lang.

"That's right, so as not to bring up sad memories."

Ling Lang twitched the corners of his mouth, didn't smile, and didn't dare to say any more.

He was afraid that he would slip up, and that Chi Yang would hate him when he knew the truth.

Regret is like a snowball, and one must always find a reasonable person or thing to vent, otherwise the mortal body will eventually be unbearable.

Just like he hated himself and hated his dad.

"Are you going back this time?"

After five full hours, Ling Lang finally asked the first question about his return to China.

Chi Yang didn't know whether he should be thankful, or sigh for the little sense of existence he had left with Ling Lang.

He took a sip of hot water: "I won't leave for now, I will report to your class tomorrow."

"Ah?" Ling Lang didn't react for a moment, he was stunned by the wind, thinking that Chi Yang was joking with him.

"Why is this expression, isn't it welcome?" Chi Yang asked, with the usual gentle smile on his face.

Ling Lang shook his head: "You are welcome."

No one would not welcome Chi Yang.

He was just a little caught off guard.

At this time, the short male boss in his 50s came out of the back kitchen with a pot of potato chips in his arms. He stopped when he passed by their table, and said happily, "Brother Xiaoling, today's Is the taste still satisfactory?"

Ling Lang: "There is progress, sister... Brother Yang, what do you think?"

Chi Yang took a bite on the spot: "Not bad, but the beef is a bit old."

"Okay, pay attention next time." The boss called the apprentice, and took a notebook to write down Chi Yang's taste, "I don't think I've seen this handsome guy before."

Ling Lang: "I was young and just came back from abroad."

The boss was surprised: "Foreign friends, no wonder the eyes are green, like wolf eyes."

Chi Yang smiled and corrected him: "Half blood."

"Oh, it's good to be a mixed race, all mixed race dolls are beautiful."

The boss chatted, and he was alone there for a long time. Ling Lang occasionally responded, but the tone was all in the same tone.

At the time of checkout, the boss clutched the QR code and refused to accept the money. Without further ado, Ling Lang performed a black face on the spot, scaring the boss to offer WeChat and Alipay with both hands.

"You can pick whatever you want! There is also a POS machine upstairs, how about I bring it for you?"

Chi Yang stood with his hands in his pockets and waited at the door, thinking that the cold look on this little wolf cub's face could really bluff people.

Ling Lang came out after paying the bill, his face still sullen.

He met Chi Yang's gentle smile, his irritable heart was suddenly scratched by something, and the depression on his face also took the opportunity to dissipate with the night wind.

After leaving the barbecue restaurant, Chi Yang asked, "Are you familiar with the boss just now?"

Ling Lang: "I'm not familiar with it. Last month, someone caused trouble. I made a move to settle it. This boss blackmailed me."

"You call it false to invite you to eat the overlord's meal?" Chi Yang was a little hard to understand the child's current brain circuit.

"They were drinking crazy next door to me, and smashed the bottle on the head, and the glass shards splashed on me..." Ling Lang looked at Chi Yang's slightly shocked expression, and paused, "I said these won't scare you, right? ?”

Chi Yang smiled tactfully: "It's a bit scary, but it's okay to listen to."

Ling Lang put his hands in his pockets, and didn't go into details: "Anyway, I'm disturbing my barbecue, otherwise I won't care."

"You don't want people to appreciate you because you deserve it."

Chi Yang's words hit the mark.

Ling Lang didn't say a word.

When crossing the road, Chi Yang took a step slowly, rubbing his chin behind Ling Lang.

Not rewarded for nothing, it seems that the little wolf cub who has been disowned by his relatives during the fight still has principles.

When I returned to the dormitory apartment again, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

Chi Yang didn't fall asleep directly, but turned on the lamp and sat in front of the desk.

Ling Lang's desk is very clean, so clean that there are no dust or books.

He took out his mobile phone and flipped to the latest photo, which he took in the alley six hours ago.

Ling Lang grabbed the little rascal's hair with one hand, and swung his fist with the other, his expression was so fierce that he almost lost control.

Chi Yang has been a little short-sighted lately, he took off his contact lenses, massaged his eyes for a while, took out his gold-rimmed glasses and put them on, like an animal behavior researcher, his eyes scanned the photo just now and Ling Jin's painting back and forth.

In the painting, Ling Lang hugged his shoulders, full of vigor, showing his youthful edge. In the photo, Ling Lang is also very vigorous, but it is manic and cold and wild.

A sheep turns into a wolf in a few years.

The miracle of biology has finally happened in the 21st century.

Chi Yang's glasses flickered in front of the light, and he quickly went through the past related to Ling Lang in his mind.

The origin of the two dates back to 14 years ago.

Chi Yang, who had just lost his parents at that time, moved to his uncle's house, and the Ling family across the street kindly invited him to be a guest.

Ling Jin is only one year older than Chi Yang, similar in age, so it is only natural that the two parents bring them together to play together.

That day, Ling Jin was wearing a white princess dress, sitting in the small garden and drawing, so quiet that she lost herself.

Chi Yang stayed by the side for a while, but was really bored, so he walked around a few times, and when he turned the corner, he met Ling Lang, who was over three years old.

Lang Zai Zai is plump, not tall, like a flexible and soft white dough.

He first stopped not far away, looked curiously at the green-eyed big brother in front of him, and then walked in front of Chi Yang excitedly as if he had discovered a new land.

Three seconds later, his left foot tripped over his right foot, and he fell into Chi Yang's arms with a "boom", almost tearing off Chi Yang's pants.

Porcelain technology is top-notch.

Being embraced by a little kid he didn't know with peace of mind, Brother Chi Yang was very speechless. Although the little kid was fragrant with milk, he still lowered his head with disgust, and met Lang Zaizai's big round eyes , the water inside is misty.

He thought that the little kid was about to cry after touching the porcelain, but suddenly he felt like an enemy, and was about to throw him away with his collar, when he saw Lang Zaizai put his hand into his pocket and took a long time to dig it out.

"My brother eats candy, but my sister said that children should learn to share."

On Lang Zai Zai's chubby paws lay a bear candy.

Chi Yang didn't answer, and said reservedly with his chin tense: "Who is a child? I am not a child."

For a three-year-old toddler, Chi Yang's mature words might be a bit difficult to understand, but the boy's desire to win or lose made him immediately change his words in a childlike voice: "Then I'm not a child either!"

Chi Yang smiled: "No, you are a child, I will call you a child from now on."

Ling Lang who was called "little friend" snorted, but he couldn't refute it because Chi Yang was a head taller than him.

One day he asked: "Brother Chi Yang, when can I stop being a child?"

Brother Chi Yang patted his head: "Hey, when you grow up to be my age, you won't be a child anymore."

As Chi Yang expected, the naive and young Lang Zaizai believed his words and accepted the title of "little friend" for the time being. It was not until he grew up that he finally realized the mathematical logic contained in this sentence. Unfortunately, it was too late. Night.

The author says:

This article is not cruel, it is warm and relaxed

Chi Yang has been the king of routines since he was a child, and he can set a routine for children