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Yan Lang received an affirmative answer, blinked his eyes slowly, and wagged his tail casually like a large dog lying on the terrace basking in the sun.He didn't feel shocked, on the contrary, he didn't have any extra emotions, he just felt "this is it, then it's okay".

He is not a person with a big heart, Yan Lang writes and draws in the notebook with a pen, as if he does not intend to dig deeper into this topic.

Qi Kuo said, "Don't you want to know who you killed?"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Lang said, "I'm still standing here, which means I did the right thing."

Qi Kuo was stunned for a long while, with his arms around Yan Lang's waist, his chin resting on the wolf dog's shoulder, and he let out a lazily snort.Without too much explanation, Qi Kuo squinted his eyes and watched Yan Lang take notes. He thought of the long time in college, which pictures still had a halo, like a dream, and it was indeed his dream when he was young.

Yan Lang entered the China Public Security University's investigative major in zero batches in the college entrance examination, and Qi Kuo was a graduate student in Tsinghua University.From Tsinghua University to the Tuanhe Campus of Public Security University, it is necessary to cross the entire Beijing city. Qi Kuo didn't care about the long distance. He insisted on taking the subway from Haidian to Daxing for two hours to watch Yan Lang play basketball.

In fact, it's nothing. Yan Lang casually said about the basketball friendship, and he didn't expect Qi Kuo to come.It's midsummer, the temperature outside is 38 degrees, the air conditioner is on in the basketball hall, and the auditorium is sparsely filled with listless audiences. There is no girl cheerleading like the chicken blood in TV dramas, and it may be that there are not many in the Public Security University itself. straight girl.

Qi Kuo wore a white T, a pair of blue denim slacks, stepped into the basketball hall with two bottles of ice water, climbed up the steps of the auditorium, and looked down to see Yan Lang's three-step layup, and the ball just jumped into the basket.Yan Lang triumphantly wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled at Qi Kuo, like a young German shepherd who has entered the erection period, showing his good friends his big ears that have just pricked up.

Qi Kuo pursed his lips and smiled, shaking the ice water in his hand, signaling Yan Lang to come up for a drink after having had enough fun.

Yan Lang ran to the side of the venue, picked up his coat, took out a wet wipe from his pocket, wiped off the sweat left on both sides of his cheeks, and then ran to the auditorium to ask Qi Kuo for water.

"They asked me who you are." Yan Lang unscrewed the bottle cap.

"What did you say?" Qi Kuo asked.

"I said you are my elder brother." Yan Lang said, "Master of Physics from Tsinghua University." He was extremely proud, even prouder than he was from Tsinghua University.

Qi Kuo's gaze rested on Yan Lang's sweaty arm muscles, and he seemed to put his hand on Yan Lang's shoulder unintentionally, and said, "Are you free this weekend? I'll take you to the Summer Palace."

"A senior sister asked me to watch a movie." Yan Lang said, "But I want to go to the Summer Palace even more."

"Watching a movie?" Qi Kuo asked, "Is it an appointment alone?"

"No, she said it was a club activity." Yan Lang wrinkled his nose, "I added a club for paddling, and she always asks me to do some chores, is it because I'm easy to talk to?"

Qi Kuo nodded: "It's possible."

"Anyway, I'll only stay for one year, and I'll quit after just a few credits." Yan Lang said, he leaned on the railing and shouted down, "I haven't scored a single goal in 10 minutes, why are you playing football underneath?"

A basketball flew up in front of him, and the boy below said angrily, "Then get down and count the time for us."

"No, you guys are too good." Yan Lang caught the basketball and threw it down, "I want to go out with my brother."

"You're so hot." The boy said after catching the ball.

"Are you asleep?" Yan Lang asked, "I finished writing." He closed the pen cap, interrupting Qi Kuo's memory.

Qi Kuo sat up straight, rubbed his eyes, yawned, and said, "Let's go, go eat, take a nap after dinner."

"What were you thinking just now?" Yan Lang asked.

"Think about what you were like in college." Qi Kuo said.

"I don't remember." Yan Lang said, "What major did I study?"

"Reconnaissance." Qi Kuo said, "You are an outstanding graduate of the 2084 class of the Public Security University." He clicked on the bracelet to call up Yan Lang's college graduation photo. The Yan Lang in the photo is not much different from the current Yan Lang , Qi Kuo thought about Yan Lang, who was a policeman, mature, steady and assertive, more irritating than now.

No matter when Yan Lang is, he is Qi Kuo's lover.

"I want to see your graduation photo." Yan Lang lay on Qi Kuo's shoulder.

Qi Kuo pulled out the files and generously showed him his undergraduate and doctoral graduation photos.Qi Kuo's doctorate is very fast. Others can't graduate in three to five years. Qi Kuo studied in China for two years and exchanged abroad for one year and graduated quickly. He rejected offers from several foreign research institutes and went back to China. The two found a second-tier city in Shu Live comfortably.

A pair of rimless glasses was worn from undergraduate to Ph.D., which complemented Qi Kuo's cold demeanor. He was tall and straight, wearing a red and black doctor's uniform, which seemed to be repulsive to others thousands of miles away.

"It looks good." Yan Lang praised, his fingertips touched the light and shadow projected by the bracelet, Qi Kuo turned off the photo embarrassingly, his cheek was touched by Yan Lang's lips unexpectedly, and he was so shocked that he didn't know where to put his hand.

Seeing that he froze, Yan Lang was afraid that Qi Kuo would misunderstand his frivolous actions, so he hurriedly explained: "I wish I had met you sooner." He muttered softly, "But you are studying in Tsinghua University, and chasing someone from Tsinghua University is too much. Difficult."

"It's not difficult." Qi Kuo said, "I'll chase you." He held Yan Lang's hand and put it on his heart, "I've been chasing you." It never stopped.

Qi Kuo was five years older than Yan Lang. When Yan Lang was in the second year of junior high school, Qi Kuo was in the third year of high school. Qi Kuo was absent from Yan Lang's entire high school.Qi Kuo returned to Hohhot during the winter and summer vacation of his sophomore year, and bumped into Yan Lang, who was in his first year of high school. The handsome young man with a shoulder bag in a fat school uniform greeted him warmly just like when he was a child: "Brother Qi."

"Where are you going?" Qi Kuo asked.

Yan Lang shrugged his shoulders: "Go to Manduhai to fight."

Qi Kuo frowned: "Fight?"

"I'm lying to you, go do your homework." Yan Lang said.

"Come to my house to write, and I will give you a lecture." Qi Kuo said.

"No, Mandu has a beautiful view of the sea." Yan Lang said, he trotted a few steps and waved to Qi Kuo, "Goodbye, Brother Qi."

He was very polite, but Qi Kuo didn't like that. He caught up with the dog who was trotting all the way ahead, grabbed his schoolbag and said, "I'm going to Manduhai too."

"Ah?" Yan Lang was stopped in his tracks, "What are you doing?"

"Look at the scenery." Qi Kuo said.

Yan Lang didn't lie, he did go to fight and do his homework by the way.When he walked to Art Hall South Street, Yan Lang said to Qi Kuo: "There is a coffee shop over there, wait for me for 10 minutes."

"What are you going to do?" Qi Kuo asked.

What kind of words would a fight bring to an audience, Yan Lang said: "I'm going on a date."

"?" Qi Kuo raised his eyebrows, "Have you got someone to talk to?"

"Ah, otherwise." Yan Lang said, "I can't go on a date with Lotus." He pushed Qi Kuo into the coffee shop, "Two or ten minutes, if I don't come, you can go in and find me."

Sitting at the bar, Qi Kuo watched Yan Lang walk to the glass window and bent down to pick up a brick that was in his hand, Qi Kuo laughed angrily.

In Yan Lang's values, fighting is a necessary means, and there is nothing worth getting angry about.He walked into the north gate of Manduhai Park with a brick in his hand, and saw a group of unscrupulous teenagers squatting on the gravel road smoking from afar.He smiled, showing a row of white teeth, and asked, "Who goes first?"

The cause of the fights was so simple that it was somewhat mentally handicapped. There was always a small-minded person paying money to solve the friction between students.Yan Lang is handsome, has a good relationship with the opposite sex, and is easy to attract jealousy. The group of youths in flashy clothes in front of him are paid by a certain student to teach Yan Lang a lesson.

This is not the first time Yan Lang has faced a situation where there are more than a dozen people. Holding a brick in his hand and catching a target and smashing it to death can scare the others so that they dare not move.He raised the brick in his hand and was about to smash it down when a male voice appeared: "I called the police."

Qi Kuo Shiran stood behind Yan Lang: "They probably still have..." Before finishing speaking, the siren came from far to near, "One minute."

Yan Lang put down the brick in embarrassment, reached out and grabbed the collar of one of the delinquent boys: "Don't run."

"Is this what you mean by homework?" Qi Kuo asked.

"I'll go back and write after I've solved it." Yan Lang said, "They insisted on me."

"You don't have to come." Qi Kuo said.

"Why don't you come? It's not like I can't beat you." Yan Lang had his own theory.

Qi Kuo couldn't talk to him, so he raised his hand and flicked Yan Lang's forehead: "Don't talk back."

Yan Lang curled his lips unconvinced, and closed his mouth out of respect.

This is the closest Yan Lang got to the police profession in Qi Kuo's impression. He thought that Yan Lang chose investigative studies because he liked it, but Yan Lang's answer was the same as his theory of fighting, "This major looks very interesting, why not choose it?" , it’s not that you can’t pass the exam.” Then he said lightly, “You’re in Beijing, so I’m here.”

Strictly speaking, Qi Kuo's confidence in chasing people lies in that although Yan Lang doesn't say it clearly, he is always waiting for him.