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Yu Zhengyan returned home in an unprecedented manner. Without notifying the housekeeper, when the car drove in, the housekeeper was scolding the new gardener in the backyard. He was still wearing rubber shoes when he heard the whistle With a loud voice, he ran out of the mess in a panic.

"gentlemen."

He stood beside him with his hands behind his back, his eyes lowered, and the expression on his face was the same as usual. If there were no rubber shoes with mud stains under his feet and a few messy footprints behind him, Yu Zhengyan might be more at ease.

Yu Zhengyan frowned, his eyes swept over his feet: "Go and change a pair of shoes."

The butler bent slightly: "Okay, sir."

The butler quickly took off his shoes, followed Yu Zhengyan in, and frowned slightly. Today's gentleman seems to be in a bad mood. Looking at this, he should be halfway back to the house. He kept his mouth shut tightly. Follow behind and try not to make a sound, so as not to anger yourself.

The front suddenly asked: "Where is the young master?"

Butler: "Master is still at school."

The butler looked at the back of Yu Zhengyan's head and couldn't see anything, but just listening to his footsteps, he felt much faster than usual.

Yu Zhengyan went up to the second floor, unexpectedly did not go to the study, but turned around and entered Yu Minglang's room, the housekeeper was slightly stunned, could it be about the young master?

Yu Zhengyan stopped in front of Yu Minglang's door. He put his hand on the dark golden doorknob, paused, and opened the door after a few seconds: "You stand outside the door."

Butler: "OK."

Step by step, he slowly stepped into this room that he seldom visited on weekdays. The room was neatly arranged, the walls were plain in color, the curtains were slightly drooping, and there was a refreshing atmosphere. This was a very clean room, well tidied up. , everything is neatly placed, even the bed sheets are never wrinkled, just like the model room in the picture.

He stood in front of the desk, looking at the neat books on it, his eyes scanned row by row, and suddenly stopped when he reached a certain place. He stretched out his hand and took out the book. It was an exercise book, ordinary red and blue, printed on the cover. With a big title on it, it said third-year physics. Yu Zhengyan clenched his hands tightly and wrinkled the hard book cover. His face was calm, and he put the book back in its original place after a while.

The housekeeper didn't stand at the door for a long time, only a few minutes later, he saw Yu Zhengyan coming out, closing the door behind him, with an expression on his face that didn't seem to change.

Yu Zhengyan's hand was still on the doorknob: "Ask someone to call out all the surveillance cameras on each floor of Guanghua Building from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] on x.x., mainly at the elevator entrance."

The housekeeper was a little puzzled, but saw Yu Zhengyan stepping up and paused, his voice slightly sullen: "Look at what the young master did that night, and send it to my office in the afternoon."

The housekeeper was shocked: "Master, he..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, and rubbed his hands up and down: "I will find someone to fix it as soon as possible."

Yu Zhengyan's eyes were full of storms, he stepped harder than usual, and a trembling and crazy voice came from his ear.

"Why don't you want me, why do you?"

"I love you so much, I can give you my heart, why don't you want me?"

The hands under his sleeves were tightly squeezed together, and the veins on his fists were frighteningly pulsating.

The car was waiting outside, and after the man got in the car, he drove away, turned a corner, and disappeared into the lush woods.

The day of the performance happened to be Christmas, and it was very late at night. The dark clouds in the sky were thick and heavy, enveloping bursts of cold air. Qi Sen stood in the corridor with his headgear on and exhaled hot air. snow."

There were a few girls standing behind him, they were very excited when they heard it, and chattered endlessly. It snows every winter in City A. Around this time, what Qi Sen said was correct, Yu Minglang was close to him. Far away, I also glanced at the sky, the clouds were thick, and I couldn't see anything. Most of the winter sky is like this, heavy.

Wenyu greeted from the front: "Those who have finished their makeup can go, and wait in the backstage early."

Hearing this, Qi Sen turned his gaze back, and the others walked forward sparsely. Taking advantage of this gap, Yu Minglang just stepped into Qi Sen's side, and squeezed him when he leaned in. Qi Sen was stunned for a moment, He just felt a feather rubbing against his face, itching.

The two met their eyes, Qi Sen coughed uncomfortably, and turned his face away.

"Cison."

Someone called him from behind, his voice hoarse.

The two turned their heads and saw Zheng Sining behind, not far from them, beckoning to them, and there was another person standing beside him, hiding in the darkness.

Yu Minglang frowned. The man was tall and tall, wearing a well-fitting suit and a thick woolen overcoat. The gold-rimmed glasses on his face shone coldly. When he saw them, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he glanced at them. Guo Yu Mingming's gaze is like that of an old fox.

The two approached, only half a meter away from them. Zheng Sining hadn't seen him for a long time. He looked pale and weak, as if he had suffered a serious illness. Hua Wenyi was by his side, gentle and elegant.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qi Sen's eyes: "Sining!"

When he saw someone else, the expression on his face froze for a moment, and he nodded at the man a few seconds later, a little reluctantly, Hua Wenyi smiled, looking even more gentle.

The three should know each other, Zheng Sining didn't even introduce him, Yu Minglang suddenly thought of that day, and felt a little strange.

Qi Sen opened his mouth, hesitated to speak: "You recently..."

Zheng Sining interrupted him hastily, his pale lips parted slightly, accompanied by a forced smile: "I've been fine recently."

Seeing his appearance, Qi Sen was worried, but he didn't know how to speak, and he didn't say much. He took Yu Minglang's arm and said to him: "He is Yu Minglang, our classmate who rehearsed dramas, and he helped me that night. We, you have seen."

Yu Minglang nodded at them, not sure if it was an illusion, but he always felt that when Zheng Sining looked at him, there was more meaning in Zheng Sining's eyes.

Zheng Sining swept across him without staying too long. After saying hello politely, he raised his hand and pulled Hua Wenyi's sleeve: "Isn't there a performance in the auditorium today? I'll bring Uncle Hua over to have a look .”

With an elder's kind smile on Hua Wenyi's face, Qi Sen said, "We have met."

Qi Sen's expression was not very good. He looked at Hua Wenyi with a strangely indifferent gaze. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he didn't like him, but Hua Wenyi didn't care about his faux pas. Qi Sen glanced at Yu Wenyi. Mingming, seeing that he was careless, suddenly felt relieved, and he said to Zheng Sining: "The performance is about to start, we have to wait for the stage, you take Hua first..."

He glanced at Hua Wenyi: "Uncle Hua, go in and sit down, let's go first."

After he finished speaking, he pulled Yu Minglang's wrist, turned and left. Zheng Sining wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, Qi Sen turned around. Yi showed a rather helpless smile.

Hua Wenyi half-closed his eyes and looked at the staggering "little knight" who was being dragged, smiled, and comforted Zheng Sining: "It's nothing, let's go in first."

Qi Sen dragged Yu Minglang along for a while, then suddenly slowed down, his mouth curled up, and he casually asked, "Aren't you uncle? Why didn't you say hello?"

Feeling the touch on his hand, Yu Minglang snorted softly: "Didn't I be dragged away by you before I had time to hit you?"

The strength in his hands became heavier, and Yu Minglang let out an ouch.

He gritted his teeth a bit, but he said: "It's just an unfamiliar uncle, someone my father knows, it's okay if I don't say hello."

"It's impolite."

Qi Sen reprimanded him lightly, but inexplicably, he felt more at ease.

When the two entered the auditorium, Wenyu was looking for Yu Minglang, sweating profusely, heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him, and warned the two: "Don't run around, we'll be here after a few shows."

They came in through the staff passage, the auditorium accommodated thousands of people, there was a lot of noise outside, and the parents of the students were still entering the arena, Qi Sen suddenly said in his ear: "Later... don't be stage frightened .”

Yu Minglang raised his eyebrows, looking at the young man with the windmill on his head, his expression could not be seen clearly under the backlight, he grinned: "I won't."

"Let it go, let it go."

A few people broke in between the two, and they worked together to carry a table to be placed on the stage, separating the two.

Yu Minglang stepped back, just bumped into someone, and the girl let out an ouch.

"Excuse me."

He met a pair of eyes with heavy eye shadow, and the false eyelashes fluttered. This face was familiar and strange, so he didn't recognize it for a while.

The girl was wearing a tube top skirt, rubbing her shoulders, she was not angry: "Yu Minglang."

Hearing this voice, Yu Minglang could tell that Qi Ke with heavy makeup was even more gorgeous than usual, and she was a little more quiet with no makeup. The girl looked at him with eyes full of admiration, and Qi Ke pushed her hair back, revealing A large piece of white skin and a slender neck: "It's okay."

That piece of skin dazzled people's eyes. He stayed for a while and then moved away. He didn't intend to talk to him anymore, and prepared to leave after humming. He didn't expect this girl to be so bold. There were many classmates and teachers behind her. He pulled up Yu Minglang's sleeve, and pressed the metal button on it with his fingertips: "You don't want to talk to me?"

He looked at Qi Ke with a chill in his eyes, where did this woman get so much confidence?

He withdrew his hand and flicked his sleeves: "Student, it's time for you to take the stage."

Qi Ke was not annoyed either, and took a few steps back, without making any troubles, smiling coquettishly: "It's okay, there will be opportunities in the future."

She licked her lips with red lip gloss, gave Yu Minglang a wink before turning around, tossed the broken hair on her shoulders, and walked towards the hosts.

When Yu Minglang turned around, he found that Qi Sen was standing on the side. He should have seen the whole scene just now. His eyes flickered, and he hesitated for a long time before he said to him: "Next time... You can ignore her."

Qi Ke took the initiative to lean over, just like Qi Sen himself, like a piece of brown sugar, which can't be shaken off or ignored.

He suddenly thought of something, leaned over and asked, "Then why are you talking to me?"

Qi Sen was taken aback by his question, stared and remained silent for a long time, as if he hadn't reacted.

He whispered, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I don't like her, and she doesn't want to talk to her even if she gets close to her, and she will be annoying if she does it too often. Most people in the world are like this. If you say that, don't you Annoy me too?"

Qi Sen was taken aback, and subconsciously replied: "No, no."

The smile on Yu Minglang's face faded, and he became very serious: "What is that? What are you to me?"

"Don't hate me, don't hate me, you don't bother me when I come together."

"Then what is it?"