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Ivanov stood next to the sofa in the living room, his amber eyes followed Yu Minglang's figure, he saw his hands holding on to the escalator, fingers touching the patterns on it, and walking down from it step by step , the two faced each other, the Asian teenager smiled at him, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his pale pink lips lined with a slightly pale skin, and he looked sickly.

Ivanov nodded at him. There was no one on the second floor, only the shining crystal lights on the roof could be seen.

The two staggered, Ivanov glanced at his thin chin, followed behind him, followed the etiquette of a master, and sent him to the door.

"Thank you." Yu Minglang smiled at him, came down from the steps, and walked towards the gate, stepping on dead branches that hadn't been dealt with in time, making a sound like a symphony.

Just like when he came here, Ivanov stood at the door of the house, and he took out the small pager from his ironed suit pants: "Open the door."

The iron door began to tremble and slowly opened. Outside was an empty street, and a taxi was parked not far away. The driver was looking forward to it, with a cigarette butt in the corner of his mouth.

Ivanov saw his footsteps stop, he seemed to have thought of something, slowly turned his head, and looked at him lightly: "Go upstairs and see your young master."

When Yu Minglang turned his head away again, Ivanov suddenly came to his senses, his expression changed, and he passed the pager to his mouth: "Keep an eye on this Asian man, I'll go up and take a look."

Yu Minglang walked up to the taxi and opened the door. From the slowly closed door, he saw that there was no one on the steps, only the door was shaking slightly.

Ivanov stood in front of Laim's window, holding the window coffin with both hands, he watched the taxi drive away, Yu Minglang's face flashed in it, like a painting on glass, the cold wind blowing through the opened window Come in, blow on Liam's body, causing him to tremble slightly, he banged hard on the bedpost, which caught Ivanov's attention, but the man just glanced at him, and made no attempt to untie the rope.

There was a hint of distress in Liam's eyes, and he shook his body, beckoning him.

"Liam, you've really let your father down."

The man only left the room after saying this. Liam was almost stunned when the door was closed. It wasn't until the cold wind woke his head up that he realized that he had been abandoned by Ivanov. !

Liam stared and pulled his bound hands hard, making the fragile headboard of the bed rattle, he thought to himself: "GameOver."

Yu Minglang had just put away the climbing rope on the window, with his hands still on the mattress, when someone knocked on the door, and his aunt said to him from the other side: "Young master, the gentleman said that the time is up." .”

He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, took out the calling card, and looked at it for a while in the palm of his hand.

The aunt called out again: "Young master?"

He folded the small card in half and threw it into the trash can: "Here we come."

The butler was still waiting for him below, watching him kindly, and he thoughtfully opened the door for Yu Minglang: "Master, please get in the car."

As the car drove towards the airport, he looked at the scenery outside the window and said to the housekeeper, "Ask someone to prepare a new mobile phone and a new calling card for me."

"Ok."

Melbourne, where he spent more than half of his youth, with the cold wind blowing on his cheeks and the not-so-bright sky, now he still has to leave.

On the other side of the ocean, there is his home and his family. In Chinese culture, it is said that a wanderer is homesick, but he does not feel that way. Maybe he is a stranger to his father, or maybe he Want too much.

"You said, father will come back tomorrow night."

The butler hummed, and turned his head slightly, revealing his gray hair: "Sir, you specially canceled a banquet, and wanted to get together with the young master."

His eyes drooped, staring at the corner of his clothes, not knowing what he was thinking.

The next morning, Yu Minglang returned to City A. The car arranged by Yu Zhengyan stopped at the gate of the airport and took him all the way home.

The Yu family's house is located in the outskirts, but not very far from the urban area. The conditions are unique. It is surrounded by a small artificial forest. An additional barrier is added to the periphery of the forest, and a thing like Luca is set up.

Their cars passed through without hindrance, and the housekeeper explained to him: "At the beginning of this year, Mr. bought the land near here. The young master should know a thing or two."

Yu Minglang: "I heard my father mention it."

He looked at the roof with branches, the pattern was curly, the color was dull, and some mottled. There were some vine-like plants coiled on it. The owner allowed them to grow without deliberately blocking them, which was both solemn and artistic.

It was getting dark at night, and Yu Zhengyan came back on time, covered in dust. He asked the housekeeper to take the coat from his hand, and called out: "Qingming."

Yu Minglang was obedient and obedient as before, he waited for his father to finish changing his shoes, and went to the study with him.

With his back turned to him, Yu Zhengyan sorted out the information books on the bookshelf: "It will be fine when you come back."

Yu Minglang: "Yes."

There was only the sound of brushing and rubbing in the room, and it fell into silence again. Yu Zhengyan's thoughts slowly drifted away, and he suddenly thought of when Yu Minglang was still young, he would crawl around indiscriminately, without anyone noticing When he crawled into the study, he was babbling at that time, and he would hug his trousers and call Dad, although the housekeeper would always pick him up and leave before Yu Zhengyan bent over.

But even if the housekeeper didn't come, someone else would take that little baby away.

He wouldn't hug him either, because it wasn't time, it was his office time, even if Sujuan was still there, he wouldn't bother him, and he wouldn't be distracted by a baby, Sujuan understood him, the housekeeper He also understands him, why doesn't his son understand him?He sighed silently in his heart, and touched the sharp-edged pages of the book with his fingers. The father and son were getting farther and farther apart, as if separated by a gap. He seemed to hear Wang Xiping say However, that is called a generation gap.

He turned around and looked at his son: "Are you still angry?"

Yu Minglang smiled: "Uncle Gu said that Dad is doing it for my own good."

His smile was like his mother's, but it made Yu Zhengyan feel irritated for no reason. What Yu Minglang said was right, but he didn't want him to answer like this. He pinched the bridge of his nose and said to him wearily: "Probably because we have been separated for too long, Dad always feels that he has become estranged from you a lot."

He sighed, but hesitated to speak: "Ming Ming..."

Yu Minglang looked at him, as if waiting for his next sentence, the boy's eyes looked pure and harmless, but it made people panic.Just when he was about to continue talking, there was a knock on the door, and the housekeeper opened the door: "Sir, the meal is ready."

The appearance of the butler eased the atmosphere a lot, and Yu Zhengyan put down the things in his hands: "Let's go, go down to eat, our father and son haven't eaten together for a long time."

That's right, in Melbourne, once a year, when he was a teenager, Yu Zhengyan always left early and returned late, or didn't come back. Earlier, Yu Minglang almost couldn't remember clearly, he only remembered that there was For a period of time, Yu Zhengyan worked hard to make himself a qualified father, but in the end he returned to his career. After all, there was only one son in the family, so it was not enough to be considered as a tempting thing for him to stay.