yellow sorghum

That night, Yu Zhengyan stayed at home all night, and Yu Minglang took his car to school in the morning.

Inadvertently, Yu Zhengyan asked him: "How are you getting along with your classmates?"

Yu Minglang played with his fingers: "It's pretty good."

He was a quiet person at school. He would talk to others, but at the same time he kept a certain distance from them while talking. He was alienated and polite, so that no one could find out his mistakes.

Yu Zhengyan nodded, without any expression in his eyes, he said, "If you have any discomfort, you can tell me."

Yu Minglang: "Everything is fine."

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how Yu Zhengyan asked him, he would always say, it's good, Yu Zhengyan thought, maybe it's really good.

He suddenly mentioned: "You seem to have made a friend."

Yu Minglang blinked his eyes and did not speak. Yu Zhengyan looked at him and thought he was a little embarrassed, because Yu Minglang had been alone since he was a child and had no friends. It was like a person who had been single for a long time and was suddenly discovered by his parents. With the other half, you will be a little reluctant to let go at the beginning.

He thought about it in his heart, how should he tell Yu Minglang?Yu Zhengyan is a smart man, both in business and in life. The relationship between himself and his son has just eased up a bit, so he shouldn't delve into this issue any further. After all, it's his son's privacy, and Yu Minglang didn't explain it to himself. , that means he doesn't want to let himself know too much.

Oh well!Yu Zhengyan tapped the armrest with his fingers: "Get along well."

Yu Minglang raised his head and glanced at him: "I will."

Turn another corner and you will arrive at the school. Yu Zhengyan's car is very low-key and ordinary, and it is inconspicuous in the crowd of children's cars. Yu Minglang looks out of the window, and suddenly a figure flashes past his eyes. He tilted his head slightly, and Qi Sen passed in front of him on the red bicycle.

"I'll send you to the front later, you can walk over by yourself."

Yu Zhengyan looked at Huangshen's son and called out, "Qinglang?"

"it is good."

Yu Zhengyan: "The housekeeper will take you to order clothes after school in the afternoon."

Yu Minglang took the schoolbag and pushed open the car door: "Okay." His eyes followed the bicycle, but Qi Sen had already mixed into the crowd, and he could only see a mass of black heads, and there was no sign of him.

Yu Zhengyan looked at his back. The tall and thin boy was carrying a black schoolbag, and he was getting farther and farther away from him. He also gave it to Yu Minglang once when he was in junior high school. Now, after a few years, his son has grown up It was so high, half relieved, half sighed, he closed the back door.

The driver turned his head with difficulty in the convoy and drove in the opposite direction. Yu Zhengyan picked up his mobile phone and dialed the housekeeper's number: "Gu Ji, I want you to find out that friend of Minglang."

"Okay, fax it to my office later."

"Ok?"

"Oh······"

The housekeeper didn't know what to say to him, Yu Zhengyan was thoughtful, he looked out the window, he had already driven a long distance away from Yu Minglang's school, while waiting for the red light, he suddenly said to the driver: "Go Take a trip to Haitian District."

As soon as Yu Minglang entered the classroom, he saw that the people sitting around him were looking at him with ambiguous eyes, with a vague and tentative meaning. Apart from doubts, it was more of a discomfort.

His footsteps paused, but he found that people were watching him all the way.

He put the schoolbag on the table, unzipped it, and held the things with lowered eyebrows.

The boy sitting in front of him is called Bai Huan. Although the two are close, they haven't exchanged much words. On weekdays, Yu Minglang doesn't have much communication with everyone. This month, this transfer student always comes alone. Going alone is like a flower in the high mountains. If you say that he is cold, it is not always true. He will talk to them, always with a faint smile when he talks, but there is a saying, what is the smile on his face? There is no feeling of smiling, and the brows and eyes are full of indifference.

Several people met their eyes, and Bai Huan swallowed, and said to Yu Minglang, "That, Yu Minglang."

Yu Minglang raised his head, his brush-like eyelashes flickered, and smiled lightly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Huan roared in his heart, yes yes yes!That's it!

Haha!

He laughed dryly, feeling a little embarrassed: "Well, someone gave you something under your table."

Yu Minglang: "Huh?"

Bai Huan scratched his head: "A girl brought it to you this morning."

The people around him were all staring at him at this moment, their eyes were hot and curious.

Yu Minglang took something for a meal, and the girl brought it over?He was silent for a few seconds, only to hear Bai Huan say again: "That girl is pretty pretty."

He put his schoolbag down on the table, reached out to dig under it, and found something similar to an envelope, could it be a love letter?He blinked again, it wasn't that he was narcissistic, after all, he had come here with this face for so many years, and it was no problem for men and women to eat.

He stroked it with his fingers, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that the light pink cover had the pattern of an arrow piercing two hearts that little girls liked, and his eyes hurt from seeing it so closely. Under the curious eyes of everyone, he again Pushed the letter in.

Bai Huan's voice was cautious: "Don't you take a look?"

Yu Minglang shook his head and smiled: "No."

He sat down and put the books on the table. He randomly stuffed the letter from the girl into the school bag. Although those people were a little disappointed, they could only turn around.

Bai Huan tugged at his pants, hesitant to speak.

Throughout the day, Yu Minglang's right eyelid kept twitching, holding the letter in his hand, he always felt that this matter would not end so easily.

After school, the housekeeper sent him a text message.

"Master, please come to the back door."

He put down his phone and picked up his schoolbag, when Bai Huan suddenly asked him: "That Yu Minglang, we have a party tonight, do you want to come?"

He adjusted his school uniform: "No, thank you, there are some things at home tonight."

Yu Minglang nodded slightly at Bai Huan, and walked away from him.

Bai Huan rubbed his chin and said to himself, "Is he a mortal?"

This sentence caused teasing from all around, Yu Minglang's ears twitched, and there was a ball of laughter behind him.

On the way from the teaching building to the back door of the school, you will pass the basketball court. There are a few students playing there. The sound of the basketball hitting the ground is very clear, but there is no sign of Qi Sen. He stands in front of the barbed wire and looks at it for a while. The housekeeper I sent him another text message, asking if he was there, the appointment at seven o'clock, it was just right to be there, late is always bad.

He was just about to leave when someone grabbed his sleeve suddenly. Yu Minglang was taken aback for a moment, then turned his head, only to see a girl with a ponytail looking at him shyly.

Yu Minglang suddenly had a bad premonition, he raised his eyebrows: "Student?"

The girl's eyes faltered for a moment, then she suddenly raised her head, her eyes were burning with admiration: "Student Yu, are you here specially to wait for me?"

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