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He turned his face away, covered his mouth with his hands uncomfortably, and hummed.

The housekeeper went upstairs with joy, Yu Minglang rested his hands on the sofa, the floor lamp hit his face, it was half dark, and the aunts at home were busy behind, Yu Zhengyan will not come back tonight Home, the butler went upstairs, no one paid attention to this boy, only saw him sitting there quietly, but no one noticed his face hidden under the warm orange light, slowly turning red.

Could it be that he was a little impulsive? He regretted it a little now, but he was just a stranger he didn't know. His feelings were hazy and thin. Could it be that he was a little too impulsive like this.

The housekeeper came down from the second floor and handed the information in his hand to Yu Minglang: "Is this it? You go through it."

Yu Minglang took the few pieces of paper with one hand, put them on his lap, and flipped through them.

On the left side of the document is a serious passport photo, blue background photo, white shirt, black coat, more than a dozen faces, several of which he has seen before, he flipped back, turned to the second page, and stopped his hand.

The butler asked him, "Have you found it?"

The boy's photo is in the second one, probably because of the light PS. He looks a lot whiter, adding a touch of elegance, feeling a little nervous, his facial expression is slightly stiff, his lips are half-smiling, Yu Minglang is plain Bai's fingers touched the photo, beside which were written his name, phone number and address, as well as the first and last digits of his ID number.

Qi Sen, he said silently in his heart.

The housekeeper looked at him with a smile: "Is it this child?"

He put the glasses on, and when he was about to lower his head to take a closer look, he saw Yu Minglang close the paper and fold it in half and put it in his bag. This action seemed to be protecting his own things, which made the housekeeper laugh. Concerned, slowly straightened up again.

"The young master doesn't want me to watch it, so I won't watch it."

Yu Minglang stood up: "I won't eat dinner tonight, there is no need to prepare mine."

He walked upstairs with his hands on the side bags.

Qi Sen, Class 7 ([-]) of Foreign Language Middle School in City A, lives in Haitian Garden.

He knocked on the table and looked at these simple materials. Haitian Garden, a mid-range community in City A, is located in the urban area, not far from the school.

The next day after school, he got into his family's car, but when the door was closed, he suddenly said to the driver: "Go to Haitian Garden, I want to buy something."

The driver drove the car over, but there was nothing nearby. He looked around, got out of the car and bought a basket of soup dumplings, and sat on the back seat to chew on them. The driver quietly looked at him from the rearview mirror, thinking that Strange, the young master had a whim today, just for a basket of soup dumplings?

Yu Minglang asked people to park the car on the side of the road, only 50 meters away from the gate of the community.

Not long after, he saw that familiar figure, riding a dark red bicycle quickly past the car, Qi Sen was wearing the clothes of the day, wearing earphones, and the wind blew his shirt collar, looking very chic.

Yu Minglang suddenly discovered that there was another person walking with him, he could only vaguely see a side face, very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, after thinking about it carefully, it turned out to be No.14, who was shoulder to shoulder with Qi Sen NO.14.

The two occasionally spoke a word, rode together, and turned into the gate of Haitian Garden.

"Young master, the soup dumpling has leaked."

Only then did he feel that his hands were wet and slippery, and when he looked down, he squeezed the untouched steamed stuffed bun with great force, and the brown soup flowed out of his hand.

He blinked his eyelashes, took the paper from the driver's hand and wiped his hands clean, looked out of the window again, stared at the place where the two disappeared for a while, and said to the driver after a while, "Go back Bar."

He threw the soup bag into the basket on the car and leaned on the seat.

The driver was reversing the car when he suddenly heard Yu Minglang say, "That steamed stuffed bun doesn't taste good at all."

The driver glanced at the shop, Zhongji Baozi, and while backing up the car, he said, "The buns in that shop seem to have a good reputation, and there are many branches in City A."

When he saw Yu Minglang's eyebrows knit together, he realized that he had said something wrong, so he quickly shut up, and did his duty as a driver, driving hard.

Even the housekeeper noticed that Yu Minglang was not in a very good mood, so he kept a few words short when talking to him, so as not to make people unhappy.

Yu Zhengyan came back to live tonight, and before returning to his study, he asked, "Is Mingming unhappy today?"

The housekeeper thought that Mr. Lian had discovered it, so he nodded: "It seems that I made the lion's head that the young master likes to eat tonight, and I didn't see him eating a few more bites."

Yu Zhengyan hung up his clothes and nodded, "Probably he has something on his mind."

The butler thought of what happened yesterday, and because of the lessons learned from his friend in Melbourne, he thought, let's report it, in case something happens, so he said to Yu Zhengyan, "The young master has made a friend."

Not everyone can be called a friend by Yu Minglang, Yu Zhengyan was slightly taken aback, and he asked, "Have you checked?"

He was still worried, worried that his son would meet some dubious person again.

The butler said: "Not yet, the young master will not let you know, but there is a scope, I can go and check."

Yu Zhengyan nodded: "You ask someone to investigate."

He pondered for a while, crossed his hands, and looked at the butler: "Although he is about to reach adulthood, I still don't feel relieved. Am I worrying too much?"

The butler smiled and shook his head: "Parents in the world love each other, and I have children too, so I can understand Mr.'s thoughts."

Yu Zhengyan leaned on the chair tiredly: "I hope one day he will understand my hard work."

Yu Minglang lay sideways on the bed, he thought of Qi Sen and No.14 together during the day, that boy smiled happily, showing his white teeth, that was the first time, a feeling of jealousy arose in his heart, just like his own My belongings were spied on by others.

He clutched his chest and pinched the clothes there. This feeling was amazing and indescribable. To him, it was like a black and white pencil drawing being painted over with color.

For the next few days, he asked the driver to park the car there and ate Zhong Ji's buns all over.

The driver was thinking, didn't it mean it was not delicious?On the third day, he also bought it once. This steamed stuffed bun has a thin skin, juicy filling, and is delicious.

It almost became his habit to leave after stopping for a few minutes every time. Later, the driver told Yu Zhengyan that at the end of the month, a small steamed bun appeared on the dining table, but Yu Minglang didn't move a single chopstick.

Yu Zhengyan felt strange and asked him, "Didn't you like to eat steamed stuffed buns recently? I specially asked someone to bring them back. You don't have to bother so much in the future. The shop will send people to deliver them every day."

But he didn't see any happy expression on Yu Minglang's face, he only saw that his hand that extended the chopsticks slowly stopped, he stared at the steamed buns, put the chopsticks on the bowl, and finally replied: "Thank you, Dad."

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