yellow sorghum

There was a sound of beating outside. Several young people pushed the door and entered. The two of them faced each other, and they had a tacit understanding without making a sound. Calm again.

Qi Sen took a breath, looked up at the ceiling, Yu Minglang blinked innocently.

He didn't take another puff of the cigarette in his hand, the smell of the smoke was too strong for him to like, the smoke burned all the way to the end and burned his hand, Qi Sen's eyes saw the extinguished cigarette butt.

Pressing his hand on the doorknob again, he said, "The smoke is finished, you can let me out."

Yu Minglang put his hand over his, "You haven't answered me yet."

As if being scalded, Qi Sen suddenly took his hand away, his face flushed red, and his eyes glanced away.

"What do you want me to answer? I won't answer anything."

"We don't know each other well, how can we talk about liking? Would it be too..."

Too frivolous and too perfunctory, Qi Sen suppressed the rest of the words, and he let out a breath.

There seemed to be sparkles in Yu Minglang's eyes, he raised his head, his gaze was compelling: "What do you want to say? Am I free?"

Qi Sen, who questioned him, was speechless. He laughed at himself, looked miserable, and lowered his head: "Qi Sen, you don't know, you don't know. I knew you long ago."

He covered his chest with his hands tremblingly: "The feeling here is not fake."

……

"Who do you think you are?" After silence, Qi Sen's tone was slightly blunt, his expression seemed a little helpless, "Student Yu, this is what you said, I have the same mentality as you at that time, don't embarrass me anymore , I can't give you the answer you want."

This was what he said to that girl that day. Qi Sen stood not far away and listened to it completely. It was really a turn of events, and now it is applied to him again.

His hand slowly lowered, and a weak wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, three parts sincere and seven parts fake.

Qi Sen: "Can I go out?"

He nodded, and moved a little space to allow a way out in the narrow space. Yu Minglang put the cigarette and lighter into his pocket, where there seemed to be a little warmth from Qi Sen's hand.

When people brushed against him, he grabbed Qisen's clothes with his hands, the corners of his pale pink lips were slightly curved, and the overly bright light in the toilet made his skin look paler and more transparent, as if his cheeks could be seen Dark blood vessels above.

"Your answer is not important."

He doesn't care, he doesn't care.He will try his best to get what he wants, the beginning and the process are not important, what he wants is the result, one day, he will let Qi Sen prostrate at his feet, willingly begging him to let himself stay, stay Beside him, Yu Minglang licked his lips, and the dryness in his heart seemed to be lessened. He couldn't understand that kind of emotion, and he didn't understand what liking was, but he would follow his instinct. Yu Zhengyan gave him life, and also gave him With his ruthless and unscrupulous personality, no one can predict what will happen in the future.

Qi Sen obviously didn't think deeply about this sentence, he just went over it in his head, Yu Minglang's expression was so deceptive that he just thought it was just this "slim" boy's self-comforting words.

He was a little soft-hearted, and paused when he opened the door, as if he couldn't bear it, and after a while, he swallowed what he wanted to say, and changed his words: "You...don't be too sad It's not your fault, it's that I can't give you the emotion you want."

Those words were like sighing: "You have found the wrong person."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door mercilessly and walked out.

Yu Minglang leaned against the wall, took a breath of the tobacco smell in the air, his expression was intoxicated like a drug addict, Qi Sen, Qi Sen, you believed in the wrong person.

"what?"

"wait!"

Qi Sen's slightly flustered voice came from outside, he heard that Qi Sen seemed to answer a phone call, and then ran out with messy steps, the door was slammed and slammed.

Yu Minglang frowned, and when he poked his head out again, only the toilet door was swinging slightly, and he was the only one left inside.

The lights outside are still full of feasting, but the music has eased up a lot. Those dancers left the stage after the show. They were just invited to slow down the show. The center of the dance floor was cleaned up, and the men returned to the beginning with wine glasses. Looks like a gentleman.

He looked up, and he couldn't see Qi Sen's shadow anywhere, but there was a small commotion at the entrance, but it was not enough to attract others' attention. He saw several people in black suits standing there, and the leader was standing there. Talking to the waiter, the waiter looked terrified and nodded indiscriminately. After a while, those people left.

He didn't care, he just felt that their clothes looked familiar, they should be bodyguards or something, he looked around and saw Qi Sen's figure, then walked to Wei Mo's place, that guy was drunk, but still sober, He was joking with the bartender, and when he saw Yu Minglang coming over, he showed him a big smile: "You, why did you come out, I, I thought, thought you fell into the toilet!"

After he finished speaking, he smiled happily, hiccupped, and looked extremely cute.

Seeing this, the bartender slightly supported him.

Yu Minglang frowned, sat over, brushed the bartender's hand away without a trace, and said coldly: "Sorry."

The bartender smiled sarcastically: "Do you need anything else?"

Yu Minglang: "A glass of orange juice, please."

He needed to wake Wei Mo up, but he didn't expect that guy to climb onto his shoulder and blow alcohol into Yu Minglang's ear: "Hi, didn't you realize that I was flirting with him?"

The corners of his eyes twitched, he pressed him against the bar, and took the orange juice handed over by the bartender: "You need to sober up first."

Wei Mo took the glass of orange juice with squinted eyes, and tears came out of his eyes while smiling. He hiccupped and choked up, "Thank you."

Yu Minglang was a little helpless. When some people drink alcohol, no matter how much, their emotions will inevitably become weaker. He pulled up his coat: "Let's go, go back, I can't stay too late."

Wei Mo: "You go first, I have friends here."

Yu Minglang was puzzled for a moment. Wei Mo seemed to be alone. He chatted with all kinds of men, but they didn't seem to be familiar with them. The nature was like that of the bartender.

"Stop drinking."

Wei Mo took a sip of the orange juice: "Okay."

"Then I'm really leaving."

He waved his hand: "Let's go."

Wei Mo looked quite sober, and Yu Minglang felt more at ease. His intuition told him that Wei Mo would not mess around. He seemed to be flirting with others, and there would be some physical contact, but when the other party wanted to go one step further When the time comes, he will stop, and the scale is very precise, like an old hand among flowers.

Wei Mo giggled and gestured at him: "Contact me again."

"Ah."

He shook his head, got up and left.

Yu Minglang stared at the mirror in the elevator for a while, thought of something, moved his hand on the first floor up, and pressed the fourth floor.

It was around eleven o'clock when I returned home, and Yu Zhengyan was actually at home. He seemed to have just arrived, frowning and taking off his coat, looking unhappy.

Yu Minglang put his hands in his pockets, rubbing the metal case of the lighter with his fingertips, he was obviously surprised when he saw him, because Yu Zhengyan said that he was going on a business trip abroad and would not be able to return in a short time , but now this big living person was standing in front of him, and the father and son had a face-to-face meeting.

Yu Zhengyan glanced at him, took off his coat and handed it to the person next to him, and asked casually, "Where have you been?"

Yu Minglang: "Guanghua Building."

I saw a slight change in Yu Zhengyan's expression, but his voice remained calm: "What are you doing there?"

Yu Minglang stood at the door changing his shoes and lowered his head: "I went to the bookstore there to see if there were any exercise materials. The domestic courses were a little nervous, and I was afraid that I would not be able to keep up. I didn't check the time, so I just stayed there. A little late."

As he spoke, he shook the plastic bag in his hand, with the bookstore's logo printed on it, and the bag made a "squeaky" sound.

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I'm so sleepy, I have to get up early tomorrow morning, I'm going to bed~