Ye Lang of Rebirth

It was just dawn, and Ye Fan was already standing by the sink in pajama pants, brushing his teeth and washing his face. It was only around 05:30 when Ye Fan tidied up his whole body.

Ye Fan pushed open the door of Ye Lang's bedroom and saw a guy in the dark room who couldn't see the outline of his face and could only see a dull hair sleeping soundly. Ye Fan suddenly felt that there was an inexplicably soft feeling in his heart~

Half lying on the bed, Ye Fan pinched Ye Lang's blushing cheeks, his voice contained no warmth, "Ye Lang, wake up."

Ye Lang, who was really sleepy in the black sweet fragrance, grunted, turned over, avoided the hands that were making evil on his face, and continued to sleep.

Ye Fan changed to grab Ye Lang's round, round, white and tender ears, and his voice was still flat and straightforward, "Ye Lang, it's time to eat."

Ye Lang slapped away the hand next to his ear, and rolled dangerously to the edge of the bed, falling asleep...

Fortunately, Ye Fan was leaning on the head of the bed, with an imperceptible hint of mischief in his voice, "Ye Lang, it's time to eat."

Ye Lang smacked his lips, flipped over on the spot, and finally fell off the bed gorgeously. Fortunately, the floor was covered with thick woolen carpet, even if he fell, it would not hurt.

Opening his eyes in a daze, Ye Lang sniffed with his small nose, saying that he didn't smell any fragrance. He looked around and looked cute and didn't know where he was. Finally, his eyes froze on The only living thing in the room besides him - Ye Fan, "Brother, do you want to eat?"

Ye Fan shrugged, turned around and left without saying a word.

Ye Lang, who was left in a daze, was still immersed in sleep, but his body had already dressed and washed on his own.

In the end, Ye Lang, who was tidied up, glanced at the alarm clock and instantly petrified...

Nima!Why is it only 45:[-]!I want to get up early but it's too early!

Ye Lang, who turned into powder and bonded automatically, decided not to disturb a certain uncle now, and ran downstairs by himself, ready to breathe the air that was said to be very fresh in the morning.

At this point, quite a few people have already gathered in the school grounds, training with a posture of desperate Saburo.

In a secluded private school grounds, Ye Lang saw Ye Fan and Ye Feng who also got up early. At this time, one of them was practicing shooting and the other was doing pull-ups.

Ye Lang walked up to Ye Fan who had already started doing push-ups, showing his shiny white teeth, "Daddy, brother, good morning!"

Ye Feng paused his shooting, wiped the sweat from his forehead with the towel around his neck, and said sharply, "Morning."

But Ye Fan was silent for a while, and squeezed out a word between his teeth, "Morning."

It's not that he has difficulty speaking, but that he is too tired now. The reason is that a person who looks very thin but is not very light is sitting on his back, and he looks like a good boy.

After doing a few more push-ups, Ye Fan couldn't hold on any longer, and fell to the concrete floor all of a sudden.

Ye Lang patted his butt and stood up from Ye Fan's back, his mood improved obviously.

Now that he has avenged himself, Ye Lang fortunately stayed in the school grounds and practiced the Tai Chi he learned in his previous life.

Not to mention, his posture really has the true meaning of Tai Chi, soft and natural.

Ye Feng, who was always paying attention to Ye Lang, his eyes lit up, he put down the gun in his hand, his face tensed, "Xiao Lang, how about a few moves?"

Ye Lang immediately shook his head, "Father, I'm just pretending. If I really try my best, I will definitely lose."

"The single practice moves, no effort."

As a martial art that has been practiced for ten years in the previous life, and Ye Feng promised not to use too much force, Ye Lang returned immediately with confidence, "Okay!"

After clasping his fists together, Ye Lang made the first move. Ye Feng reacted very quickly. He blocked his move with one hand, twisted his backhand, and Ye Lang couldn't help but took two steps forward, but his reaction was also very fast, and he took advantage of the situation. The sparrow tail, Ye Feng's eyes became sharper, seeing the tricks, the two remained in a stalemate like this.

But Ye Lang was always weak, and at the end, his forehead was already covered with sweat. Ye Feng, on the other hand, still looked calm and calm, not touching the corner of his clothes. If you have strength, just admit defeat.

Ye Lang didn't think the floor was dirty, he sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Ye Feng was obviously a little unsatisfied, and said coldly: "Your physical strength is too weak. From now on, improve your physical strength. We will practice a few more moves when we have time." After speaking, he left the school ground and walked towards the soldiers' training ground.

As for Ye Fan, the iceberg's face was already cracked at this moment, and he stared at Ye Lang non-stop as if he had seen a ghost.

Ye Lang became a little annoyed, and glared at Ye Fan, "Don't underestimate me, I will definitely be able to beat Dad when I have the physical strength to keep up." After speaking, he also left, but he was heading home.

Ye Fan, whose self-esteem was broken all over the ground, had the urge to squat in a corner and face the wall to think about his past!

No wonder Ye Fan was so surprised, Ye Feng's attainments in Taiji are ranked high in the compound, and Ye Lang, who has always been a scumbag, turned around and insisted on Ye Feng's hands as if with the help of a god. It's been so long, and seeing Ye Lang's movements smoothly and smoothly, if it weren't for Ye Lang's physical strength destroyed by drugs, it is too scumbag, Ye Feng probably would have difficulty parrying it.

Ye Feng felt that the world was too illusory and he couldn't keep up with the times!

The result of too much physical exertion was deeply reflected in Ye Lang's wolfing down of meals. He quickly finished the soy milk fried dough sticks, small steamed buns and fresh shrimp dumplings at twice the usual speed.

At this speed, Su Yi who was sitting next to him was always worried about whether Ye Lang would choke.

After eating, Ye Lang rubbed his swollen belly, just remembered the bet with Yu Youtang, screamed in his heart that it was bad, and ran upstairs.

Turning on the phone, there were three missed calls and one unread text message. Ye Lang opened the unread text message, and there were five simple words on it plus two punctuation marks and a smiley face, "Xiao Lang, you lost (^ω^ )!"

Ye Lang: "..."

Is there anyone who lost more unjustly than him?He needs to come to a happy place where there is contrast.

At this time, the indicator light of the mobile phone turned on, and another text message was sent, "Xiao Lang, I'm already outside the compound, come out early."

Ye Lang's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he slammed himself onto the soft bed. After a period of silence, Ye Lang took a shower, tidied himself up, bid farewell to his parents and went out.

Sure enough, Yu Youtang was waiting outside the gate of the courtyard. When he saw Ye Lang, there was an unconcealable smile in the corners of his eyes and mouth.

Ye Lang's ventriloquist: Laughing wool! ! !

After getting into the car, the silver Ferrari turned a corner smartly and drove towards the city art center.

A lot of people gathered outside the art museum, Ye Lang and Yu Youtang got in smoothly with the tickets, and then walked slowly along the elegantly designed corridor with a strong artistic atmosphere.

As a world-class artist, Ye Jianyao's art exhibitions are of a very high level, and Ye Lang quickly immersed himself in the ocean of art...

Walking in front of a painting, Ye Lang couldn't take his eyes off. The name of the painting was "My Child". As the name suggests, the boy in the painting was Ye Qingjing himself. Ye Qingjing in the painting was about ten years old. He looked like four or five years old, holding a picture album in his hands, but Ye Qingjing's mind in the picture was no longer on the picture book. Ye Qingjing's eyes were somewhat melancholy, and she was turning her head to look at the gray sky outside the window.

Influenced by Ye Lang, Yu Youtang, who also stayed in front of the painting, also carefully examined the boy in the painting.

The young man in the painting has a handsome face, with a bit of desolation in his clear eyes. For some reason, Yu Youtang actually connected the young man in the painting with Ye Lang.

It seems that when I met Ye Lang for the first time, apart from the glaring red hair, Ye Lang's eyes looked very much like the boy in the painting.

Yu Youtang shook his head, he really thought too much, just like there can't be two identical leaves in the world, there can't be two identical people in the world, besides, the boy in the painting only has eyes and Ye Lang Just alike.

Turning his head to look at Ye Lang, he found that Ye Lang was staring at the young man in the painting, with two lines of tears hanging on his pale cheeks.Thinking that the boy in the painting might be Ye Lang's acquaintance, Yu Youtang took Ye Lang's shoulders and comforted him in a low voice: "You can't be resurrected after death, don't be too sad."

Fortunately, Ye Lang buried his head on Youtang's chest, letting his tears wet the shirt on Yu Youtang's chest.

Ye Lang cried for a while, and raised his head from Yu Youtang's arms with a blushing face, especially after seeing the large wet watermark on Yu Youtang's chest, he felt even more embarrassed.

Yu Youtang patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he was fine.

At this time, Ye Jianyao accompanied Wang Qingwen and walked over, seeing Ye Lang, he was a little pleasantly surprised.

"Hello, Uncle Ye, Auntie Ye!" Ye Lang hurriedly lowered his head to say hello, while covering up his red eyes.

After Ye Jianyao replied, he looked at the paintings hanging on the wall and sighed, the sadness of the white-haired man sending the black-haired man spontaneously arose, and Wang Qingwen's eyes were even redder, and she buried her head on Ye Jianyao's shoulder.

"Xiao Lang, don't be surprised, why don't you go to the lounge for a cup of tea?" Naturally, it's not easy to catch up in the public, so Ye Jianyao invited Ye Lang to the lounge.

Ye Lang introduced Yu Youtang to Ye Jianyao as a friend, so Yu Youtang was also invited into the lounge.

In the lounge, Ye Lang was sipping tea while talking with Ye Jianyao and his wife, the atmosphere was very harmonious.

In the middle, Yu Youtang suddenly asked to buy the painting, "Mr. Ye, Xiao Lang also likes painting, I wonder if you can give up the painting 'My Son', but if it's inconvenient for you two, just pretend I didn't say that Let it go."

Ye Jianyao's face darkened instantly, and he firmly rejected Yu Youtang's proposal.

Ye Lang hurriedly came out to smooth things over, "Uncle Ye, don't be angry, Big Brother Yu didn't do it on purpose, please forgive me."

I don't know why, after hearing Ye Lang's words, Ye Jianyao's anger instantly subsided a little, but his face was still not good-looking, but he also knew that this was someone else's unintentional move, so he changed the subject, "Xiao Lang, do you like painting?"

"Well, I have liked it since I was a child." Ye Lang replied a little awkwardly, in fact, he wanted to say that his liking for painting is all thanks to you.

But Ye Jianyao obviously couldn't hear his slander, a smile appeared on his gentle and upright facial features, "If you don't mind, I can guide you a little bit."

Ye Jianyao's words are really polite. As a world-renowned painter, disciples who want to worship under his name may have to squeeze their heads. For Ye Lang, who doesn't even know how good painting is, he said this. All thanks to Ye Qingjing's fame.

Ye Lang hurriedly said, "It's fortunate for Ye Lang to have Uncle Ye's guidance!"

Then the few people talked for a while, and Ye Lang and Yu Youtang went out to continue visiting the art exhibition.

The author has something to say: Yu Youtang: Xiao Lang, since you like that painting so much, I got it and gave it to you ╮(╯_╰)╭

Ye Lang: ...

It's really unique to give yourself a portrait of yourself, haha.