Ye Lang of Rebirth

On weekends, it seems that even the sunshine has become extraordinarily beautiful and lazy.

Ye Lang stretched his waist, crawled out of the bed like a cat, and opened the curtains. The sunlight outside was a bit glaring, and the school field was as hot as ever.

After washing up, Ye Lang ate the steaming breakfast left by Su Yi, took out the easel he bought not long ago from the bedroom, put it in the flowers outside the door, and prepared to make a picture now.

The scent of flowers lingered in the nostrils. Ye Lang looked up at the leisurely white clouds in the blue sky. After having a general idea in his mind, he mixed the paint and carefully painted the beautiful scenery in front of him...

Immersed in the atmosphere of painting, time passed quickly, and it was noon, and there was no one at home, so naturally no one prepared lunch for him. Just in time, Ye Feng's bodyguard passed by not far in front, Ye Lang hurriedly shouted: "Ji Brother, wait!"

Ji Jun heard a shout not far from his right, followed the sound, and a smile appeared on his serious Chinese face, "Young Master Ye, what's the matter?"

Ye Lang put down the paintbrush in his hand, walked up to Ji Jun, and went straight in, "Brother Ji, do you know which restaurant is better nearby?"

Ji Jun was a little surprised. After all, Ye Lang has lived here for more than ten years, shouldn't he have a clear picture of the environment around the compound?But thinking this way in his heart, Ji Jun didn't ask, "Young Master Ye, I'm afraid you won't like the shop you recommended."

"If there's anything you like or don't like, as long as it's delicious." Ye Lang didn't care too much.

"Since this is the case...there is a snack street not far from the compound when you turn right. The 'Wu Ji Noodle Restaurant' there is quite famous. I have eaten it a few times, and the taste is quite good."

"Turn right when you go out of the compound, turn right..." Ye Lang said several times, with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze on his face, "Brother Ji, thank you, goodbye."

After saying goodbye to Ji Jun, Ye Lang went to the house to get some pocket money and rushed out.

That street is easy to find, but the "Wu Kee Noodle Restaurant" is a bit more difficult to find. Ye Lang almost walked around the whole street, and just found that one in the corner. The past small noodle shop.

Although the location is a bit remote and the storefront is a bit simple, there are actually quite a few people in the small store.Ye Lang sat down in front of a simple wooden table, and picked up the recipes on the table. Because he was not familiar with it, Ye Lang carefully ordered a few signs in the store.

The staple food is a large bowl of beef ramen. The clear soup is paired with finely chopped green onions and tender beef. It looks really good!

Picking up the spoon and taking a sip of the soup, Ye Lang couldn't help praising in his heart after drinking it: the taste is really good!

In the end... Ye Lang, a thin young man, ate up the meal for two people on the table in one go.

Rubbing his swollen belly, Ye Lang finally understood why there are so many people visiting such an unremarkable shop, and the rate of return is high!

There are a lot of fallen leaves on the streets in autumn, Ye Lang half-closed his eyes, walking slowly, very leisurely.

Suddenly, a motorcycle ran straight from behind Ye Lang. If Ye Lang hadn't heard the "buzzing" sound behind him, he would have been knocked to the ground by now, but his current situation is not much better. Go, the motorcycle passed by, he slapped his butt on the hard bluestone floor, the palm of his hand was torn due to the subconscious support action, and bright red blood gushed out.And the motorcycle that hit someone had already fled, Ye Lang only had time to see the back of the head of the owner wearing a helmet.

Feeling unlucky in his heart, Ye Lang reluctantly stood up from the ground and limped back to the courtyard.

His embarrassed appearance naturally attracted the attention of many people, who secretly wondered in their hearts who in the capital dared to hurt the young master of the Ye family like this?

There was no one at home, so Ye Lang went directly to the infirmary in the compound. In the infirmary, a middle-aged military doctor surnamed Zhou in a white coat, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses, looked extremely gentle, and was an old acquaintance of Ye Lang. Seeing Ye Lang's miserable appearance, he asked, "Xiao Lang! What's the matter?"

Ye Lang smiled a little embarrassedly, unwilling to magnify the matter, "I accidentally fell while walking."

"Why are you so careless!" Doctor Zhou said half-blamingly.

Ye Lang scratched his head, lowered his head and said nothing.

The most serious wound on Ye Lang's body is the one on his hand, which is actually a small wound, but the artist's hand has always been well maintained, and Ye Lang's hand is white and tender, sticking to the gravel and seeping blood. It seemed a little scary.

Doctor Zhou took out the disinfectant to clean the wound on Ye Lang's hand. The tingling sensation on his hand made Ye Lang gasp.

Doctor Zhou was picked up by Ye Feng, and he watched Ye Lang grow up, and he already regarded Ye Lang as his half-son. Seeing this, he complained: "It hurts! See if you don't care about walking in the future!" !” The movements of his hands became more gentle.

"Follow Uncle Zhou's instruction!" Ye Lang joked.

After taking the medicine, Ye Lang just realized that he really seems to be seriously injured?

Look at the gauze wrap, how it looks like a broken limb!

Doctor Zhou ordered while packing the medicine box, "Be careful not to get any water on the wound these few days!"

"Ah."

Back home, the painting outside had already dried, Ye Lang rolled up the words and put them away, and went back to the house to take a nap.

During dinner, the family of four was at home, Su Yi looked at Ye Lang's hand wrapped like a rice dumpling, and said distressedly: "Xiao Lang, why is it hurt, is it serious?"

Ye Lang shrugged, "Mom, don't worry, I just accidentally fell down while walking." Then he raised his hand wrapped like a bear's paw in front of Su Yi, "It's a small injury, it's just that Uncle Zhou wrapped it up." It's more serious."

Su Yi let go of her worries, scolded Ye Lang with a smile, and started preparing dinner.

Ye Lang urged Ye Fan to move in the easel that had been left outside all the time, there was no pressure at all!

After the meal was over, Ye Lang begged Su Yi to ask for a leave of absence from school, and he stayed in the bedroom and sent text messages to the uncle on the other side.

Because his hand was injured, Ye Lang put a thick layer of plastic wrap on his hand, and simply scrubbed his body with a wet towel. Such a simple action alone made Ye Lang gasp in pain.

The next day, Ye Lang assembled the painting he drew yesterday and asked the driver to send it to Ye Jianyao.

The reason why Ye Lang didn't go in person was because his hand was injured and it was inconvenient to meet people, and on the other hand he was worried about whether his parents would recognize him from the painting.

On the other side, Ye Jianyao, who received Ye Lang's painting, opened the oil painting depicting the blue sky, and couldn't help but froze in place.

After looking at it carefully, Ye Jianyao's face showed unbelievable joy and hesitation of uncertainty.Just when Wang Qingwen came back, Ye Jianyao was no longer as steady as usual, and hurriedly brought the painting to Wang Qingwen, and said anxiously: "Wenwen, look at it?"

Wang Qingwen took the painting and said with a smile, "Have you dug up some good seedlings? I'll make you happy!" But when she looked at the painting carefully, she also froze in place, and couldn't help asking: " Where did you find Qingjing's paintings?"

"It wasn't painted by Qingjing, but by Ye Lang, who sent someone over today." Ye Jianyao held Wang Qingwen's arm tightly and said with tears in his eyes.

"Did you mean? Ye Lang is Qingjing, how is this possible!"

Although she said this, Wang Qingwen began to think about Ye Lang, who claimed to be Ye Qingjing's friend. She hadn't thought of this before, but now that she thinks about it, Ye Lang looks very much like Ye Qingjing, not in appearance, but in demeanor Behavior, even the fact that she doesn't like carrots is the same, and with the painting in front of her, Wang Qingwen's eyes can't help but blush.

She stammered, "Jian Yao, tell me... tell me, this Ye Lang could be Qingjing, right?"

Ye Jianyao's emotions have calmed down a lot at this time, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, "Wenwen, don't get excited, let's try it out next time Ye Lang comes."

The two barely resisted the urge to rush to Ye Lang to recognize someone, and waited anxiously for Ye Lang's visit.

After tossing and turning all night, Ye Lang decided to pay a visit in person.

Timing the time when Ye Jianyao and his wife were at home, Ye Lang knocked on the door, and after a while, the door was opened. Because of the owner's impatience, the door even hit the wall with a muffled "boom".

Wang Qingwen looked at Ye Lang carefully, the more she looked more like Qingjing, she called out with some uncertainty: "Qingjing?"

Ye Lang raised his head suddenly, with excitement and joy in his eyes, "Mom!" Seeing his father standing behind Wang Qingwen, Ye Lang called out again, "Dad."

Wang Qingwen hugged Ye Lang excitedly, and said in a loud voice: "Qingjing, is it really you? Is it really you? Why didn't you tell mom earlier? Did you suffer a lot outside?..."

Although Ye Jianyao's eyes were red, he seemed much calmer, and he shouted in a low voice: "What are you doing at the door, hurry up and get in the house!"

The mother and son were busy in the room. Ye Lang sat on the familiar sofa, feeling a lot calmer in his heart, "Mom and Dad, the reason why I didn't tell you before was because I was afraid that you wouldn't believe me." Definitely treat him as deep well ice!

Afterwards, Ye Lang narrated what happened after he was reborn into Ye Lang, and Ye Jianyao and Wang Qingwen listened in silence.

While wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, Wang Qingwen said, "It's good that you're still alive, and Mom and Dad don't have any requirements, they just hope that your life will be safe and secure."

The three talked for a long time, Ye Jianyao said: "You must not tell other people about your rebirth, as for us..." Ye Jianyao was silent for a moment, "Why don't you recognize us as godparents!"

Ye Lang's eyes lit up, and then fell silent. After all, his biological parents, who have raised him for more than ten years, now have to add the word "dry" in front of it. It's really uncomfortable, but this is also the best way to solve the problem now up.

Ye Jianyao patted Ye Lang on the shoulder, "Don't think about it, even if you're just being a godparent, don't you still call him mom and dad?"

Ye Lang felt relieved, and stayed at home to talk with Ye Jianyao and Wang Qingwen.