Ye Lang of Rebirth

It was a sunny and breezy autumn day again, Ye Lang half-closed his eyes and crawled out of the sleeping bag, then stretched lazily in the morning sun which seemed extraordinarily refreshing, and suddenly felt a burst of relaxation in his body.

That look and demeanor look like a lazy Persian cat~

Ye Fan was wearing a simple white T-shirt and blue jeans with black sneakers. He walked neatly and stood in front of Ye Lang with one hand in his pocket, his facial expression still iceberg, "It's time to eat."

"En." Ye Lang responded, and unconsciously took his elder brother's hand and briskly went straight to the destination.

Ye Yuan's right arm was slightly stiff, and after looking quietly at Ye Lang's side face brimming with a bright smile, he adjusted the tension of his muscles, remaining silent.

"Ye Lang~, come quickly, the fresh mushroom soup that grandpa and the others picked this morning is very fragrant!" Ye Jin's blue eyes shone brightly, and he greeted Ye Lang enthusiastically from a distance away.

Ye Lang, who is a real foodie, resolutely threw down the hand of his elder brother, trotted to the steaming casserole, and watched eagerly the tumbling air waves inside, with a look of ready to move.

The corners of Ye Feng's cold face and Ye Yuan's smiling face twitched as fathers: It's a little embarrassing...

The old man didn't care much, he laughed.

Without the restraint of the dining table, the family sits in a circle, chatting and laughing happily, paired with the delicious taste of mountain game, under the warm sun and wind, it will be very interesting.

After breakfast, Ye Lang found a place with beautiful scenery, set up a set of painting tools, and made a tall and artistic atmosphere...Sketch from life.

Ye Jin, who followed, was in high spirits and kept asking questions, but when he asked all the questions in his heart, a cool breeze blew, and the surroundings were completely silent.

叶瑾：o(︶︿︶)o

Because of Ye Lang's over-concentration, Ye Jin, who was left out in the cold, was very boring. The charming mixed-race Ye Jin looked around blankly with pure blue eyes shining like an angel. People grow mushrooms!

Focusing on Ye Lang's soft and perfectly curved side face, Ye Jin shaved his nose, jumped up from the soft grass, turned and left this sad place.

Regardless of his past and present lives, this is the first time that the fake Ye Lang has gone out of the "far door". Needless to say, he is excited, and his inspiration is like a spring. It was noon when the painting was completed.

After looking at the painting, Ye Lang added a few strokes to the details. He just put down the brush and moved his sore wrist. At the same time, Ye Lang noticed that under the scorching sun, his place is cool and cool! ! ?

Looking up, Ye Lang's attractive peach eyes widened instantly, full of disbelief, "Uncle!!?"

Yu Youtang lowered his body and smiled softly, "Why? Surprised?"

Putting away his slightly exaggerated expression, Ye Lang fixed his eyes on Youtang's hand on the handle of the umbrella, "Well, uncle, how long have you been here?"

Yu Youtang held an umbrella in his left hand, and pointed to a place in the painting with his right index finger, "I came here when you painted this place, how long did you say?"

Then, isn't it true that the uncle has been here for a long time, and has been holding an umbrella here to help him block the sun! ! ?

Ye Lang was moved in his heart, and stretched out his hand to cover Youtang's well-proportioned wrist, pressing gently.

Yu Youtang changed his right hand to hold an umbrella. In order to facilitate Ye Lang's massage, he sat on the soft grass with one leg bent, enjoying Ye Lang's rare initiative to get close.

The time was quiet, Yu Youtang felt that it was worthwhile for him to find out Ye Lang's whereabouts and then put aside all kinds of banquets and secretly follow him! (Chen Wen has a serious face: Boss, don't steal the fruits of other people's labor. Besides, I have seniors and juniors, my salary should go up.)

Ye Lang lowered his head, and rubbed Yu Youtang's wrist earnestly. The breeze blew up his slightly long bangs, revealing the boy's plump forehead, slender eyebrows, and extraordinarily slender eyelashes. The straight bridge of the nose... Exquisite and beautiful, like ivory white jade with exquisite carving and round color.

Yu Youtang's mood fluctuated for a while, the umbrella in his hand turned slightly, and the delicate and soft kisses suddenly fell on the top of Ye Lang's hair, and then slowly moved down, finally grabbing the boy's light-colored kiss. Kissing his lips lightly... After Ye Lang's stiff mood relaxed, the tip of the man's tongue plunged into the hot and humid mouth of the boy with undeniable domineering, violently lingering.

After the kiss was over, Yu Youtang's arms around Ye Lang's slender waist tightened, his voice was hoarse because of Qingyu's ups and downs, "Ye Lang, Ye Lang, Ye Lang..."

Embarrassed, Ye Lang lightly bumped his head against Yu Youtang's firm chest, and responded with a low voice.

Yu Youtang rested his resolute chin on Ye Lang's hair, and smiled inexplicably.Then he restrained his tenderness, squinted his eyes and glanced at the scorching sun in the sky, "Let's go eat."

The blush on Ye Lang's pale cheeks did not fade, he lowered his head and packed the painting tools to cover up his gaffe.

Because the relationship between the two is still unclear, Ye Lang and Yu Youtang separated at a place far away from Ye's campsite.

I don't know why, Ye Lang Moming thinks that the behavior of the two of them is quite like... an adulterous couple! ! ?

Ye Lang shook his head, put aside the strange thoughts in his head, and walked slowly into the campsite with a huge painting set on his back.

And the old man who had gained a lot came back again with a full load, and Ye Lang and the others had a full meal again.

After the meal, the old man took a teacup from a purple sand pot that he found somewhere, and leisurely blew on the tea leaves floating in the clear tea, "Xiao Lang~, I heard that you went to sketch in the morning, did you gain anything? "

Ye Lang knew the elegant meaning after hearing the string song, and respectfully took out the painting that he spent a whole morning working hard on, and then found that, in just a moment, the old man was surrounded by a group of people who were very interested.

Ye Lang: "..."

Is this the rhythm of being watched! ! ?

The rice paper is spread out, and a bright and beautiful scenery with beautiful mountains and rivers appears vividly on the paper. This situation makes people feel that the scenery in the painting is more charming than the reality.

The old man nodded and gave three thumbs up.

The fox behind Ye Yuan's lens narrowed his eyes, and then took the painting grandiosely... Possessive, "Xiao Lang, uncle's family happens to lack a painting, why don't you give this painting to uncle?"

Ye Lang didn't care much, so he nodded naturally.

The old man looked at it painfully, regretting that he didn't act first, but Jiang is old and spicy after all, he turned his head and looked at Ye Lang with a smile, "Xiao Lang~, remember to send some pictures to grandpa some other day!"

Even Ye Feng, who was usually reticent, cast his sharp gaze on Ye Lang, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Ye Lang: ⊙▂⊙

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At night, Ye Lang was lying in his sleeping bag with an Apple computer in his hand. The indicator light on it flickered for a while. Ye Lang opened it and saw two short text messages, and the senders were all uncles.

"have you slept?"

"If you sleep, you don't need to go back."

Ye Lang laughed, and replied, "I didn't sleep."

Then a text message quickly jumped into Ye Lang's eyes, "Why aren't you sleeping?"

Ye Lang: →_→

How should he answer this question? ? ?

Yu Youtang, who was also lying in the sleeping bag over there, had his slender legs crossed together, realized that the question he asked was a bit fishy, ​​and after turning over, he moved his fingers quickly, "Go to bed early."

"Well, good night." When Ye Lang was about to turn off the phone, he suddenly remembered something, hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell Yu Youtang, "Dad has something to do temporarily, we will go back tomorrow."

There seemed to be a moment of silence over there, "Well, I see, go to sleep."

Ye Lang returned a smiley face, and then returned a smiley face on the other side, put down and turned off the Macintosh.

But Ye Lang didn't close his eyes and fall asleep quickly like before. He opened his eyes and looked at the tent above, his thoughts scattered, and he didn't know where he was going.After a long time, the corners of his lips curled up, he closed his eyes, turned over, and fell asleep.

In fact, he felt that there was a slight heartwarming warmth in such a boring conversation.

In the early morning of the next day, a group of people went home by suicide among the crowds of people. The first thing Ye Lang did when he got back to the room was to take a shower and then get a good night's sleep.

In other words, maintaining the image in front of the elders, going to bed early and getting up early is really not in line with the law of the biological clock, is there any!

After a simple lunch, Ye Lang went back to his room, took out a picture book and flipped through it a few times, but he was still in a state of uncertainty, Ye Lang was lucky to lie on the desk, looking at the gray sky outside the window, in a daze~

Once upon a time, I was limited to an area, and it was difficult to know the sky and sea outside, and how many times, I was alone, through the huge French windows, or looked up at the unclear sky, or looked down on all living beings.

Ye Lang couldn't help thinking of his parents in his previous life. I don't know how they spent this year's National Day...?

If it was in the past, I would have worked tirelessly by his side, helping him relieve his loneliness, giving him a smile, and even if there were occasional jobs that were hard to get out of, I would have spared no effort to leave someone to accompany him.With such good intentions, how could he, Ye Qingjing, be able to do so?

Thoughts were churning, Ye Lang suddenly stood up from the seat, the wooden chair and the floor made a harsh sound, he rummaged through the pocket money left to him by his cold-hearted father, and then changed into a formal attire , hurried out and hailed a taxi.

After reporting a series of place names, Ye Lang sat upright in the back seat, his heart was like a drum beating, secretly nervous.

An hour later, Ye Lang was standing outside a residential area. He looked at a certain location in the residential area. After wandering around for a few times, he suddenly slapped his forehead and forgot to take the gift!

Ye Lang is not very sociable, after thinking about it for a while, he bought a bunch of flowers at a nearby flower shop, and bought some fresh fruits in a detour, and prepared to visit his own gate.

Really..., indescribably weird!

Ye Lang had simulated the scene of his presumptuous visit countless times in his heart, and he was also prepared to leave the fruit in front of the door when his parents were not at home, but what he didn't expect was that at the entrance of the community, he was Very conscientious security grandfather... stop it!

The old man was very old, with gray hair, but he was still full of energy when he looked at him. He looked at the little guy in front of him and asked, "Young man, what's the matter?"

Ye Lang naturally recognized this person, and the next sentence "Grandpa Li" almost blurted out, but fortunately, he choked back the address that had reached his throat in time, "Grandpa, I am Ye Lang's friend, I heard that he... passed away , so I want to pay homage to it."

The old man has been guarding the gate here for many years, so of course he knew Ye Lang, and the news of Ye Lang's death could not be hidden from him. Hearing Ye Lang's words, the guard in his eyes faded a lot, but Ye Lang's body is weak and he doesn't usually go out. , and this young man looked really unfamiliar, but he saw Ye Lang holding a gun in his hand and carrying fruit, and he looked like a young man, he hesitated for a while and said: "Wait, I will give Ye Lang Say it to the teacher."

Then the old man got through to the Ye family's phone, and after a while, Ye Lang was put in.

But before he walked to his door, he found that Ye Jianyao was standing downstairs, obviously waiting for someone, so he hurried forward, "Dad... Uncle, hello."

Ye Jianyao took the fruit in Ye Lang's hand, greeted Ye Lang upstairs with a gentle attitude, changed cotton slippers at the entrance, and the two entered the place where the real Ye Qingjing and the fake Ye Lang lived for 15 years.

The layout of the living room is as simple and elegant as ever. The enamel bottle from the Qing Dynasty placed in the corner is also spotless. However, there is a huge photo frame in the middle of the living room. Looking sideways, it is indescribably clear.

Ye Lang placed the gun in his hand in front of Ye Qingjing's portrait, and bowed deeply.

Wearing home clothes, Wang Qingwen wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and beckoned Ye Lang to sit down. After asking Ye Lang's opinion, she poured a glass of fruit juice and put it in front of Ye Lang.

Ye Jianyao took a sip of tea, "Ye Lang, I didn't expect you to come here!"

Ye Lang held the orange juice in a transparent glass in his hand, and his fingertips tightened slightly. His behavior was really presumptuous, and he apologized: "I'm sorry for disturbing uncle and aunt."

"Where is it, Qingjing...he is just a friend like you, we are too happy that you can come." Ye Jianyao, who was sitting at the other end of the sofa, sighed.

It was rare for a friend from Qingjing to come over. Ye Jianyao and his wife unconsciously talked about Ye Qingjing's past that they had never mentioned to others. Ye Lang's original body was Ye Qingjing, and his own affairs were talked about by his parents from another angle. , I also found it quite interesting, before I knew it, it was night.

The couple kept Ye Lang for dinner, but Ye Lang felt that it was inconvenient to stay overnight, so he got up to leave.

Ye Jianyao and his wife sent Ye Lang downstairs, Wang Qingwen suddenly took Ye Lang's hand and said, "Ye Lang, if you have nothing to do, come here often!"

Ye Lang was stunned for a while, then agreed with joy.

Watching Ye Lang's figure gradually merge into the colorful lights under the night, Wang Qingwen turned her head to look at her husband, "Jianyao, I don't know why, I always feel that Ye Lang is somewhat similar to Qingjing, except for his appearance, he actually looks like a girl." ...as if carved out of a mould."

Ye Jianyao held Wang Qingwen's waist, doubts also flashed in his eyes, "It really does, maybe it's because of this that he can walk with Qingjing."

The couple sighed lowly, then turned and went upstairs.