yellow sorghum

He threw himself on the feather pillow, and suddenly thought that since Liam left China, he hadn't contacted him again. That person, who got his number from nowhere, according to what Yu Minglang knew about him, as long as he wanted, he could It won't be like now, where there is no sound at all.

There is still a long time before the performance. For them, although the schoolwork is heavy, it is not very difficult to rehearse such a small drama.

As the lead actor, Yu Minglang couldn't be absent even once, but since then, he has never seen Qi Sen again. The windmill he needed was replaced by an old fan that Wenyu found from somewhere.

The costumes for the drama were already in place, Yu Minglang wrinkled his nose with the leather-smelling knight outfit, and silently removed the clothes with his hands, keeping a distance away from himself.

Wenyu ran over: "Yu Minglang, don't you want to give it a try?"

He looked at the dress, thinking that if the smell had a color, then the dress must be emitting yellow-green smoke, his eyebrows moved: "Er..."

Wenyu laughed twice: "The class fee is in short supply, please be considerate."

Wenyu looked at him, his eyes seemed to be shining, full of anticipation: "Try, try, I'll see if it fits."

Yu Minglang hummed, and slowly opened the clothes, ready to put them on. He put on a sleeve of a glove, pretending to be casual, but his eyes were not so natural, and he asked her during the dressing gap: "Well, why hasn't Qi Sen been wearing clothes all this time?" Come on, is he not acting?"

Wenyu helped him with the clothes, and said while doing it: "He, I don't think he has many lines, and it's not good to let people come all the time. Let him go back first, and come back in two days after the final rehearsal."

He suddenly smiled a little, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously brought a smile, and there was a hint of ridicule in his words: "Then you let him act as props, don't you think it's bad?"

"He and I have a revolutionary friendship, he won't care so much, wait a minute!" Wenyu suddenly appeared from behind him, with a bit of malicious intent in his eyes, "I suddenly realized that every time you mentioned Qi Sen, classmate Yu , are a little bit different."

Yu Minglang paused with his sleeve-pull hand, a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes: "Yes, yes?"

Wenyu ran to the back to help him with his clothes again, and said in a muffled voice, "Yes! Student Yu doesn't smile much in class, but in front of Qi Sen, his mouth always turns up."

He gathered his clothes together, the smell of leather seemed to stick to his body, but he didn't care, did he?

He pursed his lips: "Probably... just like you said, revolutionary friendship."

He treats that person really differently?

Wenyu was just talking casually, and didn't take Yu Minglang's words to heart. She didn't know where to get another cloak, and put it directly on Yu Minglang's shoulders, and there was another smell lingering on him.

The corner of Yu Minglang's mouth twitched, sniffing a few unknown smells mixed together: "Are you sure you bought these clothes?"

Entertainment: "Haha...haha."

Yu Minglang was a noble person since he was a child, and he had the best food, clothing, housing and transportation. He grew up with fine skin and tender flesh. After he went back that night, he developed a rash all over his body. It was red and itchy, and he woke up in the middle of the night. Come on, a small piece of skin on his arm was scratched unconsciously in his sleep, and the blood splattered on the snow-white sheet. He woke up in a daze, saw a piece of red under his body, and his brain froze. Moment, aunt, aunt...

His fair face blushed for a moment, and his arm hurt before he realized it.

The butler was woken up by him in the middle of the night. He was still sleepy, but when he saw the blood-red patch, he woke up instantly. He hurriedly got dressed and called the private doctor.

He put on his glasses, looked at the skin, and saw that it was a rash, so he didn't feel so nervous, but he kept chanting: "Young master, young master."

Yu Minglang was made dumbfounded by him, but he has been in good health since he was a child, and he has never been sick. This sudden incident in the middle of the night is indeed very worrying. He slumped on the sofa, but was rubbed against his back again. Itchy, he inhaled.

The housekeeper knew the whole story from him, and kept sighing: "Master, why did you make yourself like this for such a thing?"

Yu Minglang didn't think that he would get a rash all over his body at the time, he just felt helpless.

The housekeeper thought of a way: "Otherwise, if you find that dress, I'll ask someone to make a suit according to that pattern."

After he finished speaking, looking at the broken skin, he felt a little distressed, and kept saying, "Why bother, why bother..."

Yu Minglang shook his head with a smile, his tone was very gentle: "There's nothing so why not."

The butler looked at his face in a daze, and then suddenly said to him after a few seconds: "Master, you have changed a bit."

He attached it with a wet tissue to reduce the itching, raised his eyes and asked the housekeeper, "What's wrong?"

Just when the doorbell rang, the housekeeper hurriedly ran over to open the door without finishing what he was saying. Yu Minglang looked at his back, with gray hair in his black hair, and he realized that the housekeeper was getting old.

But at the next moment, he frowned, and glanced at the white gloves in the butler's hand. The butler always wore those gloves on weekdays, and Yu Minglang had never seen him take them off. Even now, he was wearing informal clothes, But he still had the pair of white gloves in his hands, as if they were born on him.

The doctor trotted over with a suitcase, he was very well-educated, he did the most basic examination, asked about the situation, and finally prescribed a small bottle of medicine, saying that it would be fine if he wiped it three times a day, the butler hung his heart on his chest. After letting go, he sent the doctor away, only to find Yu Minglang sitting on the sofa staring at the small medicine bottle in a daze.

The housekeeper took it from his hand and asked him to carry it: "Wipe it once at night, and the doctor said it will be gone in the evening."

Yu Minglang lifted his clothes up, the butler's hand accidentally touched the skin on his back, and the smooth silk glove passed there, bringing a little coolness.

"Why don't you take the gloves off?" he asked.

The housekeeper stopped the hand holding the cotton swab, only to hear a rustle behind it, and after a while, he replied calmly: "I'm used to it."

Yu Zhengyan was dizzy from other things recently, and he didn't have time to stay home at all. The housekeeper felt that it was necessary to tell Mr. Yu about this matter, so he mentioned it a little bit on the phone. When Yu Zhengyan answered the phone, his breath was too distinct Well, the butler has stayed at Yu's house for so many years, and he knew the time was wrong just by hearing the voice, and just about to hang up, Yu Zhengyan stopped him: "Is it the young master's business? Tell me."

The boy's low sobs could be faintly heard from the other end. Although suppressed, they still missed a few times.

He told his husband what happened last night, and after a moment of silence, he replied: "It's good that there is nothing wrong, his body is not that delicate."

The housekeeper understood: "Then I will hang up first, sir."

In just a second, the phone was hung up, and there was a busy tone. The housekeeper looked up at the clock. It was past ten o'clock, and sighed in his heart: "Young people have good energy, unlike my old bones."

He sighed again, and sure enough, he couldn't stop. For the first time in so many years, Yu Zhengyan was so cared for by someone. The husband has always been strict with himself. At this time, it was his working time, which had never changed in more than ten years. ······

It's great to be a woman, but it's a pity that it's a man, who will never be on the stage, and will never see the light for a lifetime, but that's fine, I can only keep her by my side and be a close friend, and there will be no trouble.

He looked at his phone and thought, he can't let the young master know!

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