Ye Lang of Rebirth

After breakfast, Ye Lang followed Ye Fan into the bedroom.Looking at the guy who couldn't get rid of like brown sugar behind him, Ye Fan raised his forehead.

"What's up?"

The light-colored pupils of the young man were covered with a layer of golden light film from the sunlight coming in obliquely from the window. Ye Lang blinked, showing a distressed expression, "Brother, it will be Grandpa's birthday in a few days, you What gift should I give?"

Resisting the urge to punch his cute brother in the face or hit the wall himself, Ye Fan clenched his palms in his slacks and creaked, "Why do you ask me?"

"Because you are my brother!?"

"..."

What else could he say, modern technology has not yet advanced to the point of cutting off blood ties, Ye Fan opened the closet, took out his coat, turned his head to look at the young man, "Just be careful." After finishing speaking, he left without looking back.

Ye Lang stayed where he was thinking about Ye Fan's words, nodded secretly, then took the money and went out.

Under the scorching sun, a neat team was practicing on the martial arts arena. Their passion seemed to pass through the isolated air, the shackles of routi, and hit Ye Lang's spirit.Then the young man straightened his back, and with the posture of a newborn calf not afraid of tigers, he smiled.

Outside the door, compared to the sizzling inside, it is a different world.Ye Lang's first thought when he walked out of the gate was...he didn't know his way, and his second thought was that he should have known that he would go out with Ye Fan!

Ye Fan, who was at ease somewhere far away, sneezed and didn't think he was disobedient.

So... Ye Lang, who took three steps away from the gate, looked around and turned back.I decided in my heart that if I have no money and no power, I should find a financial backer to hug my thigh!

This made Ye Lang think of a certain man again, a hateful man!The boy thought a little angrily.

This unlucky ghost appeared in the simple living room in the afternoon, Ye Feng looked around, only Ye Lang.At this moment, the young man was sitting on the sofa quietly flipping through... the original version of "A Brief History of Time", seeing Ye Feng's peach blossom eyes immediately curved into crescent moons, very clear.

Ye Feng, as the head of the family, is unsmiling and earns a lot of prestige on a daily basis, and the child's appearance of being so dependent has never been seen since Ye Fan was three years old and Ye Lang was five years old, and then the serious and rigid head of the family was... Deeply adorable!

Ye Lang walked up to Ye Feng quickly, took his father's military jacket which was still heavy even in summer, and served tea and water courteously.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, Ye Feng was vigilant, and gave Ye Lang a deep look.

Ye Lang squeezed his shoulders and beat his back, looking like a dutiful son, "Father, are you free this afternoon?"

Coincidentally, Ye Feng came back early this afternoon and was indeed free. Ye Feng took a sip of the cold Tieguanyin, "What's wrong?"

"I want to go out to buy some things, but I don't know the way, Dad, can you go with me?"

This kind of request is a trouble for parents of other families, but it is a temptation for Ye Feng, he glanced at Ye Lang from the corner of his eye, "What to buy?" I hope it is within the range of my own finances.

"Pen, ink, paper and inkstone, I want to give grandpa a birthday present." Ye Lang said hurriedly, it took time to prepare his birthday present for the old man.

"En." The tea in Ye Feng's cup fluctuated for a moment, and then calmed down.He thought it would be the Hummer H1 that Ye Lang had always coveted, and he was still hesitating whether to buy one, but he didn't expect that the father and son's thinking was not on the same level at all.

After a cup of tea, Ye Feng changed into casual clothes, his introverted muscles were wrapped in a white shirt, apart from the imposing manner on his body, he looked more like a calm and rigid professor in a university.Ye Lang, who followed behind, wore a white T-shirt loosely covering his upper body, and his lower body was black cropped pants, revealing a slender and pale calf.

Ye Feng drove Ye Lang directly to Rongbaozhai, a time-honored shop, the simple and heavy decoration showed the background of this shop, the fragrance of pen and ink is the favorite taste of literati.

The half-closed old man sat behind the counter, only raised his eyelids when he heard the doorbell, and continued to doze off.

Ye Lang didn't talk too much, he went to pick and choose among the pens, inks, papers and inkstones, the literati habits in his bones were stimulated, and almost every item was in his hands for a long time.

In the end, Ye Lang reluctantly chose a few items with great nostalgia. After Ye Feng paid the bill, Ye Lang carefully put these items in the black backpack on his back, and did not let go~

This alley is located in a remote location, but it is also bustling. Snacks from all over the world gather here, and young men and women are seen walking through it from time to time, chatting.

Ye Lang looked at it, and there was only one thought left in his mind, he really wanted to eat it! ! !

Passing by a food stall along the way, the smell of barbecue tempted Ye Lang, and the boy stared straight at him.He turned around and looked at his father with a stern and serious face, with a light of prayer in his eyes, "Dad, I want to eat!"

Ye Lang looked like a chubby cat that was hungry, Ye Feng laughed, he had a lot left in his wallet, so he bought one by the way.

Unexpectedly, when things got out of control, Ye Lang almost collected all the snacks he could see, some of them had already entered his stomach, most of them were put in his backpack, and some of them were carried in Ye Feng's hand On, and, the same Ye Feng's belly...

Ye Feng's face turned black, his wallet, which was still chubby just now, shrank at an extremely fast speed.These snacks are not expensive, so it can be seen how much Ye Lang bought...

Now Ye Lang stopped in front of a small stall again. The stall owner was an enthusiastic middle-aged man. While packing sugar-fried chestnuts, he said with a mixed accent: "Sir, I really love my children! There are not many fathers like this now." See you. You are such a handsome boy..."

"Yeah." Ye Lang on the side had bulging cheeks, chewing his food while nodding in agreement.

Ye Feng's mood turned cloudy in an instant, and there was a trace of a fleeting smile on the corners of his tightly pursed lips.

The red clouds in the sky reflected on the two of them, pulling out long black silhouettes. On the side of the two of them, a figure looked at the smiling Ye Lang meaningfully. Intertwined alleyways.

When the two people who returned with a full load walked through the main entrance, countless people's jaws were shocked.

The guard Xiao Wang rubbed his eyes, making sure that it was the father and son who were incompatible with each other, and he blinked again. The snacks in the general's hands were also right. The teenager is doing... the action of feeding ah ah ah!

The rare time alone for the father and son is obviously...very pleasant, needless to say Ye Lang, who has a round belly, the handsome boy's peach blossom eyes are crescent-shaped, and his white teeth have blinded many people's dog eyes!

As for Ye Feng, his facial features are sharp-edged, his eyes are not squinted, his nose is straight and his mouth is square, it is difficult to read his emotions from this face, let alone from his lack of gloomy expression, he can infer that he is in a good mood!

Ye Fan took off his casual shoes and shouted out of habit, "I'm back."

"Ah."

It's just a single syllable, but it has a powerful momentum, with a careless taste of killing.

Ye Fan was startled, looked up, Ye Feng was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, half of his head was exposed where his father's shadow was covering him.

Take a closer look, it is Ye Lang!At this time, the boy was resting on a light gray pillow under his head, and his glossy black hair was scattered on both sides. He was lying on the sofa and flipping through a book...the thick and boring "Historical Records", but... why did Ye Lang lie down? By my father's side! ! ?And his dedicated father would allow Ye Lang to read in such a casual manner! ! ?

The eyes of the young man who had been greatly impacted by the psychological limit opened wide, and it took a long time to recover...

Ye Feng closed the newspaper, pointed at the snacks piled up on the dining table, and said in a calm tone, "Your mother is on a business trip today, this is dinner."

Ye Fan looked at the food piled up into a hill, and couldn't help asking: "Who bought it? Why don't you eat it?"

Ye Lang rubbed his stomach that was full again with a face full of pain, his reluctant eyes looked affectionate as if they could reach the end of time, when Ye Fan's hands touched them, his heart ached as if his beloved had been defiled Unbelievable, the thick eyelashes drooped as if Ye Fan had done something outrageous.

Ye Feng remained calm and restrained, "I bought it, Ye Lang and I have already eaten it."

Ye Feng looked at his father's shirt without a single wrinkle, and then at the smoky snacks in front of him, petrified

That night, in the middle of the night, Ye Fan broke into the door with two big bags under his eyes, and woke up a soundly sleeping boy who was wrapped in a quilt.

Ye Lang yawned, looking at the culprit who woke him up very unhappy, his mood index plummeted, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ye Lang, why did Dad buy a lot of snacks back? When did you reconcile? Why did Dad change his temper? Could it be that he was stimulated? Do you know anything? What is going on? Why is this happening? ?..." A certain young man with clear thinking and confused speech was not as mature as he was when he first met, and he threw a bunch of questions to the dizzy Ye Lang.

Ye Lang avoids the important and ignores the trivial, "My father and I went to Rongbaozhai this afternoon, bought some pens, ink, paper and inkstone, and brought back some snacks, that's it!"

Ye Fan's eyes were dull and dull. He grabbed the hair that had become a chicken coop and muttered to himself, "How did this happen? Why did this happen? It's too unbelievable!!?"

Ye Lang wrapped the quilt into a ball and continued to sleep.

Leaving Ye Fan behind, the sense of loss of his father's unattainable image collapsed in an instant is still lingering...

Beside the white gauze curtain blown up by the wind, the boy's eyes are drooping, his thick eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyelids, his bare arms are slender and white, almost transparent, his swaying movements are elegant and beautiful, and the ink-soaked pen outlines Create a beautiful scenery.

Ye Lang put down the painting in his hand, his long and narrow eyebrows frowned, he was very dissatisfied with the work in his hand, so the young man rolled up the wet painting and threw it into the wastebasket not far away.

At this time, if there are calligraphers and painters who see his reckless behavior, they will be so angry that they will blow their beards and stare, pointing at Ye Lang's nose and cursing.

But these are all hypotheses. After Ye Lang finished grinding, he waved the ink-soaked brush for the last time.

The sun was pouring down, and the fine particles in the air were clearly visible, and the fluff on the boy's face was covered with a layer of light gold, everything was safe and beautiful.