yellow sorghum

The next morning, Yu Minglang was standing at the stairs on the second floor of the teaching building, holding a gray thermos cup in his hand, leaning quietly against the wall, his plain face leaning against the cold tiles.

The bell for the end of class just rang, the classroom came in and out, the sound of footsteps "da da", and there were several students who came out to get some air in the corridor. Zhang Junxiu's face, wearing a neat school uniform, is eye-catching. Several boys stood not far from him, leaning on the railing scatteredly, whispering to each other, and they looked at him, giggling twice, looking frivolous , Staring at him and laughing, he looked like a few playboys.

There are a lot of rich kids in this school, those few boys are leaning there, their coats are open, revealing the white shirts inside, they are a little sloppy, looking at Yu Minglang with a teasing smile in their eyes.

The tallest boy among them suddenly called out to him: "Hi!"

Yu Minglang had no expression on his face, his eyes were fixed on the opposite classroom with deep eyes, there was a sign on the door of the classroom, Senior Three (Class 7).

From his point of view, there are many strange faces, either sitting or standing.

The boy who called him just now didn't get a response, and was ridiculed by his companions. The rest of them laughed together, and he laughed too. He looked at Yu Minglang again, exchanged a few words with his companions, and walked towards him.

He walked straight in front of Yu Minglang, completely blocking his sight, tall and tall, with raised brows on his slightly dark face: "Which class are you in?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Minglang saw Qi Sen and No.14 come out of the door from the gap between the person and the wall, talking and laughing towards the toilet, his eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to push them away. The boy said, "Excuse me, excuse me."

The boy stood irregularly, he didn't expect that Yu Minglang's slender wrist actually stored such a great strength, he staggered when he was pushed.

When he was pushed away, he was dumbfounded at the slightly accelerated pace of the man, and swears: "I'll go!"

Qi Sen and NO.14 turned into the toilet together, he glanced inside, and walked in, the two stood at the adjacent urinal, Yu Minglang also stood over, he stood next to NO.14, Separated from Qisen.

Qi Sen probably couldn't remember him anymore. For him, it was just a one-time meeting. He didn't even look at Yu Minglang. Yu Minglang raised his head, stared at the ceiling, and slowly unfastened his belt.

From the conversation between the two, he could hear that the relationship between the two was very good. Yu Minglang pinched the belt, but there was no movement, his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and he exhaled slowly.

The sound of water came from his ears, and he suddenly heard NO.14 yelling: "Wow Sai Qisen, yours is really big!"

Yu Minglang's ears trembled, and he turned his eyes slightly, only to see that No.14's head was hit hard by Qi Sen, he laughed and cried out in pain, and Qi Sen lowered his voice and cursed: "You keep your voice down!"

The two of them passed by his side after draining the water. From the corner of his vision, he saw that Qi Sen's neck was completely red, and the crimson color spread all the way to the back of his ears.

He didn't go to the toilet at all, and he didn't even untie his belt. After the two of them went out, he slowly fastened the belt that he hadn't untied just now, thinking carefully about the conversation between the two just now, but his mind What dangled in the middle was the red and smooth neck.

No.14's hand was on Qi Sen's shoulders. The two were about the same height. When talking, he felt his head was sticking together. Yu Minglang blinked and licked his slightly dry lips. He twisted the cup away and poured the water It's a good relationship to pour into the dry throat, he thought in his heart.

The two of them entered the classroom as soon as they turned a corner, and he stood there watching quietly. The blush on Qi Sen's neck did not fade from the toilet to the classroom. As soon as they entered, the class bell rang, and Yu Minglang's classroom was The fifth floor, but his steps up the stairs are not in a hurry, like a walk. Although the principal verbally promised not to disclose any information about Yu Minglang, judging from the excessive attention of the teachers, he is still the young master of the Yu family .

Smooth people can always get along better in society. Although Yu Zhengyan said that he didn't want Yu Minglang to receive special care, he was at least a father. The principal sat in the office and thought about it all afternoon. No matter how strict a person is, He was always selfish about his son, and he only mentioned it a little during the meeting, but the teachers in this school are all good people, how could they not understand.

On the way home, Yu Minglang suddenly said to the housekeeper, "I heard that there are students staying in the school."

The butler rolled his eyes and replied, "Yes."

Most of the students in this high school come from wealthy families and usually have cars to pick them up, but some students still stay at the school.

The housekeeper stroked the watch in his hand, trying to figure out Yu Minglang's thoughts in his heart.

I saw the person in the back seat poking his head slightly, with a little smile on the corner of his mouth, he looked a little cute, he usually doesn't like to smile, but when he smiles, it's hard to resist, thanks to the look that his parents gave him Good skin, as long as she shows weakness, she looks like she is acting like a baby.

The butler looked at his pitch-black hair, and was taken aback for a moment. From his angle, Yu Minglang's eyebrows and eyes looked very soft, like a cat that was begging for petting. He suddenly remembered that when Yu Minglang was young, he often crawled to I went to his knees to beg for a hug, and my heart softened for a moment. He smiled and said, "What's the matter? Why do you want to live on campus?"

Yu Minglang pursed his lips, pretending to be distressed: "I think running like this every day is very troublesome, and you are also very hard."

There was a smile on the corner of the housekeeper's mouth. He always said, "Don't worry, it's my duty to take care of the young master. Sir, I was hired to take care of you."

Yu Minglang put his hands on the co-pilot's car seat, and moved his fingers lightly. The butler watched his movements calmly. The father and son are very similar in this way. As long as they think about things, they will be like this. I know that Yu Minglang has something on his mind, otherwise he wouldn't have told him about it for no reason.

He asked again: "If I talk to my father, do you think he will agree?"

The housekeeper thought for a while: "I don't know, it depends on what you think, but out of selfishness, I still want the young master to live in the house."

If the butler wasn't here, Yu Minglang would probably laugh out loud, what selfishness?Why didn't he see it?Except for the first few nights when Yu Zhengyan would come back every night, in the rest of the days, the two of them rarely met face to face. This beautiful house was like a cage, restraining him so hard that he couldn't breathe.Was his father really selfish?Yes, I am afraid that he will mess around. As a father, he must restrain his son's behavior at all times, otherwise why would he let the housekeeper follow him all the time? He has been in Melbourne for three years, but he has never seen his father treat him too much Pay attention, I'm afraid that the incident sounded the alarm in Yu Zhengyan's heart, which made him have "selfishness".

In Yu Zhengyan's eyes, Yu Minglang in the past was too well-behaved. It wasn't until that incident happened that the illusion that his son had always given him was broken, and he finally realized that his son might not be as well-behaved as he thought.

Yu Minglang leaned back again, leaning his neck on the cushion, looking at the black roof of the car, the butler looked at him from the rearview mirror: "Maybe you can talk to Mr.

He thought, this is a matter between the father and son, and it should be resolved by the two of them, but Yu Minglang blinked his eyes and said: "Okay."

Yu Zhengyan didn't come back that night, Yu Minglang sat in his room for a while, with his hands on the armrest of the fabric sofa, he looked at his phone, and called Yu Zhengyan.

After the busy tone, a sweet female voice sounded: "Is it the young master?"

Yu Minglang was stunned for a while, then hung up the phone suddenly. He looked at the head portrait and threw the phone aside. The dark orange floor lamp hit him, making him look weak and warm for a moment. The bright light made his face soft and three-dimensional. It is said that he looks very much like his mother, but if you look closely, you can still see the shadow of his father, especially now, with his eyebrows tightly furrowed.

He put his legs on the sofa, wrapped his arms around his knees, and buried his head in them.

Not long after, the phone on the sofa vibrated suddenly. He raised his head slightly, looked sideways, and saw the word "Father" jumping on it. He stared at the screen, but did not move. After the screen went dark, it turned on again a few seconds later. After getting up, Yu Minglang tilted his head for a look, finally reached for the phone and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Mingming?"

The other end was very quiet, Yu Zhengyan's voice could be considered gentle, Yu Minglang would hardly take the initiative to call him, saying that he was unhappy would be a lie.

Seeing that the other end didn't speak, he gave another feed. Yu Minglang pinched the bridge of his nose and hummed.

There was a sound of flipping through papers on the phone, and Yu Zhengyan asked him, "I was in a meeting just now, but I didn't receive your call. The secretary answered it. She told me that you hung up. Why did you call to find Dad?"

After he spoke for a long time, the furrows on Yu Minglang's brows loosened a bit, and he touched his nose: "It's nothing, I just want to ask..."

He hesitated to speak, but Yu Zhengyan suddenly became interested and asked him, "What do you want to ask?"

Yu Minglang coughed awkwardly: "Tomorrow...can you go home?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of flipping over there stopped, and the two sides suddenly fell into a long silence. There was a slight sound of electricity passing through Yu Minglang's ears, and he was suddenly a little embarrassed: "No... "

Before he finished speaking, Yu Zhengyan suddenly interrupted him: "Minglang, do you want Dad to come back?"

Yu Minglang frowned again, and after a while, he let out a muffled hum.

At this time, he looked like a boy acting like his father, Yu Zhengyan suddenly laughed, and he said to Yu Minglang: "Okay, I'll be back tomorrow."

Yu Minglang: "Okay, I'll hang up first, and I won't disturb your work."

Yu Zhengyan smiled softly: "Okay."

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