Good brother, your design is broken

Due to the delay for a while, the people gathered in the square have already boarded the bus one after another.

When Ling Lang was the last to get in the car, there was a huge commotion in the car, especially the girls.

"Oh my god, Brother Lang?"

"How did he come here?"

"Isn't it also for training camp?"

The teacher leading the team gave everyone a brief introduction about Ling Lang's change of direction, and then arranged for Ling Lang to sit down amidst heated discussions.

Everyone is basically a student of the art class, and they are very familiar with each other. They chatted all the way, and Ling Lang's name could be heard between the lines. Only Ling Lang sat in the co-pilot's seat, slept for an hour and a half, and woke up. The time has come.

The training place is fully enclosed, and there are two buildings inside the enclosure, one is used for class and painting, and the other is used for accommodation.

After everyone got out of the car, the life teacher in the studio gathered everyone together and talked about the work, rest and discipline.

This training camp is full of courses almost every day, and they are not allowed to leave the school or use mobile phones.

Before Ling Lang came, he didn't expect to collect the mobile phone. When he handed in the mobile phone, he said to the life teacher: "Can I make one last call?"

The life teacher waved his hand, signaling him to hurry up.

Ling Lang took the mobile phone and walked to the empty wall, and called Chi Yang.

The opposite side picked up in almost a second.

"Xiao Lang, are you there yet?"

Ling Lang gave a "hmm" and said, "Here we are, I just got off the bus."

Chi Yang: "I was afraid to disturb your communication with other art students, so I didn't send you a message on the way just now."

Remembering that he slept all the way just now, and seemed to have let down Chi Yang's good intentions, Ling Lang touched his nose with guilt, and gave a hasty "hmm".

As long as Chi Yang is not around, it will be difficult for him to initiate the desire to communicate with people, especially strangers.

The two chatted a few words about daily life, and then quietly listened to each other's breathing for a while.

Not far away, everyone was about to enter the dormitory. Ling Lang looked at the life teacher walking towards him, and said to Chi Yang: "One last thing to tell you, this place is fully enclosed, and you have to hand in your mobile phone. return."

Chi Yang: "...I regret wasting ten seconds just now."

After Ling Lang handed over his mobile phone, he dragged his suitcase and found his double dormitory on the second floor.

His roommate is a tall and thin boy. When he saw him, his eyes were rounded, and his expression changed very richly.

Ling Lang took the initiative to say hello: "Hello, Ling Lang."

The boy immediately stood up straight: "I, I know you, Brother Lang, my name is Fu Jie."

Ling Lang gave a "hmm" and didn't say anything else. He went directly to his bed with the suitcase, then took out a beautiful sugar jar from the suitcase and put it on the desk.This was given to Chi Yang the day he returned to China, the candy in it had been eaten long ago, but he still kept the jar.

Seeing Ling Lang's cold and tall back, and the girl's heart candy jar on the table that was completely different from his own, Fu Jie's heart beat wildly, saying that he was indeed as weird as the legends said, and he was afraid that this school bully who was rumored to be miraculous What would she do to him, she was so worried that she didn't sleep well all night.

But it was only the next day that he found out that the school bully didn't even bother to look at him, let alone what he did to him, and went to the studio every day before he opened his eyes, and only came back when he was going to sleep.

He and Ling Lang didn't work in the same studio, so he thought that the school bully had just climbed over the wall and went out to enjoy himself, but after asking people from other studios, he found out that the school bully was actually the student who painted the latest and the highest level in their entire studio. The drawn exercises are often publicly commented on by teachers as excellent homework.

He was shocked by this for a long time, saying that people should not be judged by their appearance, and the rumors in the world cannot be trusted.

For the rich inner world of his roommate, Ling Lang didn't feel the slightest bit.

The life of the training camp is very tight and busy, and there is no energy to think about other things when taking professional classes and doing homework, which leads to the dead of night, and all the thoughts will double up like a flood.

On the first day of his arrival, he never thought it would be like this. After all, four years have passed like this, so what is it if you don't see him for 20 days?

Unexpectedly, one day today is comparable to four years.

Ling Lang had to start believing what his ancestors said, that it is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to frugal.When he was an ordinary friend, he could bear the hopeless miss of four years and more than 1 kilometers, but now, he feels that it is hard to bear even one night, even though he knows that he will be able to see the person he wants to see in 20 days.

He could only devote all his energy to painting, soaking in the studio from morning to night every day, painting desperately, and falling asleep directly after returning to the dormitory.

Chi Yang, who had the same idea as him, was twenty kilometers away.

But Chi Yang is not so lucky as him, he can still use busyness to distract attention.

Chi Yang never leaves his mobile phone every day, he is afraid that if Ling Lang calls him when he is free, he will not answer.

But the number he was looking forward to never appeared, and he re-read the WeChat chat history countless times, but he didn't touch it again, so he could only add messages by himself.

One day at dinner, Yu Shuhui finally found out that something was wrong with her nephew, she worried: "Yangyang, your appetite has decreased recently, are you sick?"

The cousin looked at the listless younger brother, took a sip of tea and said, "It should be a little seriously ill."

lovesickness.

The ten days of training camp passed quickly.

No. On the evening of the 11th day, there was a heavy rain. The summer rain is always accompanied by thunderstorms. A sharp lightning struck down, and the gloomy sky seemed to have a big hole, and the sound of thunder and rain came one after another.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, when Fu Jie returned to the dormitory, he found that Ling Lang was already on the bed, but it seemed that he was not asleep.

He went out to fetch water, and when he came back, he walked straight to Ling Lang's bedside, and whispered, "Brother Lang, this is just from the life teacher, saying that your family members called the studio to find you in a hurry."

Ling Lang turned over and took the phone, saying "Thank you".

The light in the dormitory was rather dim, and Fu Jie seemed to see that Ling Lang's head was covered with fine beads of sweat. He wanted to ask if Ling Lang was not feeling well, but in the end he didn't ask, because Ling Lang had already faced the situation again. The wall, leaving only a cold and broad back.

Ling Lang turned on his phone and found that his WeChat messages had accumulated to 99+. Chi Yang alone had sent more than 100 messages, all of which were about daily life, and sometimes he even had to talk about what he ate. mouth, as if treating him like a tree hole without emotion.

The latest message is "I finished my summer homework, but I'm afraid I can't finish yours. I'm considering whether to help you write it."

Ling Lang replied: No, Lao Liu said that he would explain it to other subject teachers for me.

In the next second, Chi Yang called.

Ling Lang immediately plugged in the earphone, connected it, and asked, "What's your urgent matter?"

Chi Yang smiled: "Is it urgent to hear your voice?"

A deep magnetic voice came along with the electric current, and Ling Lang's heart, which was pounding because of the thunder, seemed to fall into a hot spring. He pressed the earphones into his ears, as if he could get closer by doing so.

He said softly: "Then I'm afraid you're going to miscalculate. My roommate needs to rest. I'm already lying on the bed now, and I don't want to go out and make a phone call."

In fact, it's not that he didn't want to, but that he didn't have the strength.

Chi Yang didn't ask him why he stayed on the bed so early, but smiled and said: "Listening to a few words is enough, you can just type, and I will hang up when you fall asleep."

Fu Jie did not rest, he was sitting on his bed at the moment, pricked up his ears, and listened intently.

He is also a person who has been in love, so he can confirm that the gentle tone of the school bully is definitely talking to his girlfriend. He can't help a little admiring the wisdom of the school bully's girlfriend, who actually thought of this trick to deceive the life teacher.

The school bully who has countless fans in the school actually has a girlfriend. This is definitely a big news. He wanted to continue to listen and find out the exact news, but Ling Lang said "um" and stopped talking.

Chi Yang talked a lot on the phone, such as Xu Tu's recent movements, and the fact that he went to a small class 8 dinner two days ago, and that group of people asked him about Ling Lang's change of direction, and they also told him Sister-in-law checks out the pregnancy thing.

But Ling Lang didn't reply quickly. When he didn't reply, Chi Yang kept talking, never urging Ling Lang to respond to him.

That gentle and pleasant yet slightly hoarse voice formed a barrier around Ling Lang's ears, gradually blocking out all the thunder and rain.

After that, Ling Lang couldn't remember what Chi Yang said.

A night without dreams.

When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and the water on the window sill had dried up, and there were little sparrows sitting on it to comb their feathers.

Ling Lang got used to the sunlight for a while, picked up the phone by the bedside and looked at it, it was still on the call interface, the call from yesterday was not hung up...

He thought that Chi Yang hadn't woken up yet, just as he was about to hang up the phone, a refreshing "Good morning" suddenly came from the opposite side, with a hint of sunshine.

While brushing his teeth, Fu Jie next door winked: "Brother Lang, that one from yesterday, isn't it your partner?"

Ling Lang glanced at Fu Jie, neither admitting nor denying it.

Seeing that Ling Lang's cold eyes suddenly showed a softness that had nothing to do with the school bully, Fu Jie confirmed it.

Sure enough, since ancient times, heroes, machos, and overlords are all no match for the soft fingers.

On August 8, Ling Lang's training camp finally came to an end.

When the bus returned to school, it happened to catch up with the big recess on the first day of high school students returning to school.

Chi Yang originally planned to pick up Ling Lang alone, so he found an empty corner to count down the strong miss from his boyfriend.Who knew that Xu Tu had heard the news a long time ago, and greeted a large group of students to go to the small square downstairs of the flag raising platform to wait for others.

As soon as Ling Lang got out of the car, he was surrounded by his friends. What they were most concerned about was whether Ling Lang would be transferred. After getting a negative answer, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Chi Yang stood outside the crowd, his soft eyes behind the lens became deeper and deeper, thinking of the little boy friend whom he hadn't seen for more than 20 days was right in front of him, but he couldn't hold him in his arms, Chi Yang couldn't bear it in his heart A dangerous urge to drive away all these unsightly people.

After going to the teaching building, the group of people finally dispersed, and Chi Yang accompanied Ling Lang to find Lao Liu to sign up.

The imagined scene of Xiao Biesheng's wedding never happened at all.The corridor was full of people, and there was no chance to even hold a little hand.Chi Yang stayed in country A for four years, always felt that country A was inferior to his motherland in every way, but now in the arms of his motherland, he felt the pain of domestic puppy love for the first time.

When he returned to the classroom, Ling Lang saw two thick stacks of review materials on his desk.

It hadn't been used for two months, his desk and chair were very clean, and there was still a faint fragrance, so he didn't even need to think about who cleaned it for him.

Ling Lang's heart moved slightly.No one would be unwilling to sit in such a place with clear windows and a favorite tablemate next door to study.

He suddenly remembered the past.Every time he didn't come to school for a long time, his seat would be covered with thick dust, as if he had been abandoned and stuffed in the corner with the trash can.That kind of gray tone makes people have no desire to open their eyes, they just want to sleep through one boring class after another.

"This is the new book I got for you." Chi Yang helped Ling Lang put the book on the table into the drawer, "There are also notes from the previous two lessons, all here, you can make up for it when you have time. The next class is biology."

Ling Lang nodded and took out his biology textbook.

The class bell rang soon, and the biology teacher first briefly told everyone about the past, and then explained the general review plan of biology, and officially started the first round of review.

In the first biology class of the new semester, everyone was full of energy and focused on reviewing with the teacher on the podium.

Only Chi Yang propped his chin, his eyes dangled, and finally fell on his deskmate.

I haven't seen him for 20 days. The cub has lost weight, his cheeks have sunken a bit, the edges and corners of his jaw have become more distinct, and his skin has become fairer. It should be because he has been sitting in the studio for a long time and cannot see the sun.It's even a bit like the blood male protagonist in girl comics.

After a while, Ling Lang looked straight ahead and reminded in a low voice, "Don't look at me, look at the blackboard."

Chi Yang: "I'm listening with my ears, if you don't believe me, you test me."

Ling Lang frowned and ignored him.

After a while, Chi Yang felt his hand hanging under the desk was touched, and in the next second, a little finger hooked up.

Ling Lang said lightly: "Now you can look at the blackboard with peace of mind, right?"

Chi Yang: "..."

Now I can't hear it at all.

However, for the part of the test that the biology teacher is talking about, Chi Yang can get full marks even with his eyes closed, it doesn't matter whether he listens or not, why not take this opportunity to enjoy the hard-earned initiative of the little wolf cub.

He also planned to continue holding hands with Ling Lang secretly under the desk in the afternoon, but in the afternoon, Ling Lang went to the school's studio to take professional classes, and came back to do cultural homework in the evening self-study of the second period.

Although Ling Lang didn't transfer to another class, he still had to study in the studio until he finished the entrance exam in December.

The seat next to Chi Yang has been empty for more than half of the time since the first day of school, and it always seems that something is missing during class.

Sometimes, he would subconsciously want to discuss the knowledge points of the class with the person next door, but when he turned around, there was only an empty chair beside him.

In fact, Ling Lang's studio is opposite to the culture teaching building, but the curtains are always drawn in the studio on weekdays, so even if Chi Yang wears glasses, no matter how good his eyesight is, he can't see the person he wants to see.

Many attentive students in the class found that in the new semester, the school grass is not as gentle as before, and the expression is often light, with a sense of boundaries. When not smiling, it can replace the posture of the air conditioner.

In mid-September, eight key high schools in the city held the joint entrance examination for the start of school. Chi Yang's grades surpassed Ling Lang's as expected, and he entered the top [-] in the class, and was praised by teachers of each subject in turn.

Ling Lang's grades also improved, which was beyond his expectation, because he hadn't studied cultural lessons for more than a month.

The days flew by to the beginning of December, and the time for the entrance exam became close at hand.

The weather is a bit gloomy today, it looks like it will rain.

After the last class in the afternoon, Chi Yang went to the studio on the opposite floor to deliver meals to Ling Lang as usual, but the people in the same studio said that Ling Lang didn't come in the afternoon.

Chi Yang left the studio, and when he went downstairs, he called Ling Lang, and there was a notification that the phone was turned off.

His eyebrows twitched twice, and suddenly he thought of something, took out his phone to confirm the date, December 12rd.

Today is Ling Jin's memorial day.

Chi Yang immediately went to Ling Lang's dormitory building, knocked on the door for a while, but there was no movement.

Ling Jin's ashes have been taken away by Ling Rongjiang, and the cemetery is not in the country.

Just as he was leaning against the door and thinking about where Ling Lang might go, the door opened from the inside.

The lights in the room were not turned on, it was dark, and Ling Lang's hair was messed up.The dim yellow light in the corridor hit his face, but it didn't show any blood.He glanced at Chi Yang, turned around and walked into the room without saying a word.

Chi Yang immediately followed behind and entered the bedroom with Ling Lang, then watched Ling Lang sit back on the bed, hugging his calves with his hands, burying his head in his knees, and curled himself up.

Time seemed to slow down as the air stagnated.

He hasn't seen such a gloomy Ling Lang for a long time, or at this moment, he can no longer be described as gloomy, but a kind of lifeless, closed and exiled feeling, even worse than when he first saw the little wolf cub when he returned to China in February Many times stronger.

Such Ling Lang really made him a little helpless.Fortunately, Ling Lang was still willing to let him in, allowing him to feel his sadness up close.This is much better than keeping him completely out of my heart in February.

He quickly thought of a lot of words in his mind, but in the end, he swallowed them all.

"Today..." Chi Yang paused, "It's a special day, I'm here to accompany you, and I will accompany her with you."

When the other party is sad for the deceased, it is useless to say more words of comfort.

Chi Yang sat lightly on the edge of the bed, put his big hand on Ling Lang's slightly trembling shoulder, stroking it bit by bit, trying to ease Ling Lang's sadness.

After another long silence, Ling Lang suddenly said hoarsely: "You only know that Ling Jin was in a plane crash, but you don't know that she got on the plane because of me."

That voice was extremely suppressed, but what was even more frightening was the gloom in Ling Lang's eyes when he raised his eyes.

There was also a strong hatred when "I" was mentioned, which shocked Chi Yang.

"To be precise, it's because of me and Ling Rongjiang."