yellow sorghum

On the second day, Yu Minglang and the housekeeper went to the new school, the principal insisted on receiving him, the man had a smile on his slightly fat face, he pressed Yu Minglang on the black leather sofa, poured him a cup of tea, The young man was afraid that he would not take good care of him. This is the son of Yu Zhengyan, a well-known Mr. Yu in City A.

The steward said to him, "The headmaster just treats ordinary students as well."

The housekeeper has been serving Yu's house all year round, and he speaks and acts with an aura that is impressive. The headmaster was slightly embarrassed: "Okay, okay."

Thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and the butler said again: "Sir, just be like a normal student, you don't need to pay too much attention, and you don't need to tell those teachers."

It turned out that it was Mr. Yu's instruction, so he was relieved. He was afraid that he would not take good care of him. After all, he was Yu Zhengyan's only son, so he couldn't be too casual. Although he promised to do so, he still didn't dare to let his guard down.

The principal went around the desk, dug out some things from a stack of tall documents, and handed them to the housekeeper respectfully: "Here are some things that the young master needs to collect, as well as the materials to be handed in at the financial office."

The butler took it and looked at it in his hand: "Okay."

He said to Yu Minglang: "Master, wait here for a while, I will come back soon, and I will take you to measure and make a school uniform later."

The housekeeper went to go through the formalities, and he was sitting alone in the office. The principal stood in front of him with a smile and was very awkward. It was very awkward for the two of them to stay here alone.

Even Yu Minglang, who has always been calm in dealing with things, felt a little uncomfortable. The man's eyes were too flattering. He stood up suddenly, and the principal rubbed his hands: "Young master?"

Yu Minglang waved his hand at him: "I'll go out and wait for him, you don't have to worry."

He tugged at his neckline, took a long breath, opened the door and walked up the corridor.

This school is a private high school, which is very famous in City A, and he will be a transfer student to the new class.

The housekeeper had been gone for a long time, and he sent a message: "I'll wait for you in the car."

Not long after, the housekeeper returned to him: "Okay."

He leaned against the wall, twirled the phone in his hand, and finally put it into the pocket of his trousers, ready to go back to the car. The place he was leaning on was a corner, and there was a gate when he went out. Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he met someone. They slammed together hard.

Yu Minglang clutched his arms and took two steps back. The guy who bumped into him was a boy taller than himself. He walked like wind, and the force of the impact was very strong. The man also let out an ouch, and he was still holding a pile of things in his hands. , all crackled and fell to the ground.

Yu Minglang paused when he rubbed his shoulders at that ouch, the voice was inexplicably familiar, he seemed to have heard it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it.

The boy who bumped into him was wearing a school uniform and squatting on the ground. When he lowered his eyes, he could only see a small section of his wheat-colored neck and short thick black hair, which were inexplicably familiar.

"Student, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The boy picked up the things on the ground and held them in his arms. His hands were still supporting the books, and his gaze did not fall on the boy opposite him, and he apologized in a panic.

Yu Minglang's movements stopped, his hands slowly dropped to his sides, the boy raised his head, and when he looked at him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it was well concealed.

Holding the book in one hand, he was a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, classmate."

Yu Minglang looked at him indiscriminately. The boy's face was resolute and handsome, and his muscles were graceful. His eyes slowly moved from the pinnae to the neck, and finally to the neckline. What a powerful body was wrapped under the snow-white shirt. He had seen it before and thought about it. When I wake up, I feel... my mouth feels a little dry.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the boy was a little embarrassed, Yu Minglang suddenly realized, and opened his mouth slightly: "Ah...it's okay."

After he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, showed a smile, and repeated: "It's okay."

The boy smiled and said, "It's fine."

He nodded apologetically, and walked away from him. When the two passed by, the man's arm rolled up his sleeve and rubbed against him. Even through the thin shirt on Yu Minglang's body, he seemed to be able to feel it. To that skin, it must be warm and delicate.

The boy gradually walked away, Yu Minglang stood at the corner, suddenly smiled, he shook his head, the world is really small.

The butler arrived at the car side before Yu Minglang. He stood there, opened the door for Yu Minglang, and suddenly asked him: "Young master likes this school very much?"

Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Why do you say that?"

The butler smiled: "I saw the young master coming over with a smile."

He thought for a while: "Really?"

Butler: "Yes."

He said: "That should be like it."

The butler smiled and sat in the front, asked the driver to drive, and the car drove out of the school through the back door. He looked at the surrounding buildings and thought, is this the first good thing to do when he returns to China?

After staying in Melbourne for three years, he was still a little uncomfortable when he returned to such an environment. The butler patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, it's just a formality."

Yu Minglang knew the implication, but it was just a formality. Yu Zhengyan had already paved the way for his future. He just had to keep going. He was a marionette for the rest of his life, until Yu Zhengyan passed away.

What a life, he smiled, he has something that others can't ask for in a lifetime, what else is there to be dissatisfied with? .

He came to this school in the morning, and was picked up by the housekeeper at night. It was like this every day. Thousands of students were full of soup every day. Classes and classes were like battlefields. It made him inexplicably miss the days of high school in Melbourne. Every day, different faces appeared on the campus. In front of his eyes, No. [-] mixed in like a drop in the ocean, and since the farewell that day, he has never seen that person again.

He went to ask the butler, and the butler was a little surprised: "Do you want a list of exchange students going to Melbourne this year?"

This is the first time Yu Minglang has made such a request. He has never made such a request before. He nodded and thought about his words: "There is a friend of mine inside."

When he said it, his tone was a little unnatural. He didn't have any friends, and he came all the way alone.

But the butler didn't notice Yu Minglang's stiff tone and expression at all, he only heard the word friend: "Friend?"

This was the first time he heard Yu Minglang mention something related to his friends. The housekeeper had been with him since he was born, and had been by his side since he was born. His young master had always been alone. This was the first time Hearing him say a friend, this man who has gone through ups and downs for more than half a century suddenly has the urge to cry.

He was happy for Yu Minglang, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled: "I will get it through the school's channels."