crush again

The thing is exactly as Huo Yang said, there is a crazy brother in his family, who was born in the same year, the same month, and the same day as him. Lin Zhi and his wife adopted him to give Ye Qian a whole toy.But things are not that bad, Ye Qian is normal most of the time, when he gets sick, he is usually in a daze like his soul is out of his body, or he is crying silently, crying until he vomits, crying until he faints; it is not dangerous to become manic Huo Yang hit, but attacked indiscriminately, including food, including himself, such as smashing his head on the ground and then fainting.

Huo Yang told Ye Lang and Tang Zhi about his legendary experience: "Let me tell you, when I was a child, I was not proficient in climbing trees, digging out eggs, and building roof tiles! That kid Ye Qian has an IQ as high as mine." It’s a fraction, it’s no wonder he hit me, I walked him like a dog when I was young.”

Tang Zhi was very cooperative: "Then you are walking a rabid dog, it's too powerful!"

Huo Yang took the glass of water she handed over, drank half of it with Gududu, "It's so sweet—that who, this bastard, didn't even take a look at me?"

Ye Lang was writing brush calligraphy next to him, extremely focused, completely treating him as air.

How could Huo Yang be willing to be ignored by him, so he rubbed the chair next to him, watched him with his eyes half down, frustrating and forceful, knelt and flicked the pen, and hooked a suffix dripping with ink.Huo Yang pretended to be watching his writing seriously, but he glanced at the freshly squeezed watermelon juice from the corner of his eye, and stretched out his hand silently.

Ye Lang wrote for a long time, his mouth was a little dry, so he reached for the cup without raising his head, only to touch a sneaky salty pig's hand.

The two held a cup at the same time, staring at each other.

Huo Yang laughed dryly, "I'll give you a try to see if it's still hot."

Before Ye Lang could react, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, immediately turned his face, and bit back very hypocritically, "You don't practice calligraphy well, what are you thinking about!"

Ye Lang, "..."

Ye Lang said: "I'll try to see if it's still cold."

"You're not very old, and you have a lot of tricks..." Before Huo Yang finished speaking, he heard Tang Zhi climbing up the ladder, cleaning every grid with a dust broom, and sighed condescendingly, "It's at room temperature, don't make noise. .You two dogs bite the dog's mouth."

"Okay, take a sip first." Huo Yang graciously put the straw to Ye Lang's mouth, then turned around and yelled at Tang Zhi, "Stop posting on Weibo that I abused children!"

Ye Lang snorted indifferently, lowered his head and grabbed the mouth of the straw.As soon as Huo Yang turned his head, he saw him take a big mouthful of watermelon juice, and his cheeks were sunken to the bottom.

Ye Lang drank this "sip" with all his heart, and the liquid level dropped at the speed of light, just like Kuafu thirsty for Daze.Suddenly he found that he couldn't inhale anymore, he took several sips hard, his face turned red, and when he looked up, he saw Huo Yang choking the straw with a dark face.

"Do you know how to respect the old and love the young?" He pulled the straw out of Ye Lang's mouth, took half a sip, and found that he had reached the bottom, couldn't help reaching out his hand and patting Ye Lang's head, "Bastard!"

Ye Lang complained: "You always interrupt my writing!"

"Success, you write, I'll play by myself." Huo Yang held his hand and dipped the pen tip in some ink.Ye Lang clicked his tongue, waved his hand away impatiently, gently skimmed off the excess ink on the edge of the inkstone, and heard him continue, "I'm leaving soon."

The boy froze for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, "Where are you going?"

"I have to go home and have a look," Huo Yang sighed, leaning back in his chair, "there is a big madman at home."

The boy looked at him without blinking, "Then are you coming back?"

"I'm not coming back," Huo Yang said, "You can pack your things with your mother. In two days... your grandfather will pick you up to live in."

He was a little afraid to look directly at Ye Lang, and said vaguely: "Well, in the future, you- well, forget it, there is nothing to ask, you don't need me to nag. The inheritance your father gave me, wait for the notarization When the time comes, I will give it all back to you, and let me hold it... unreasonable."

Ye Lang was silent for a while, and a drop of thick ink slowly condensed from the tip of the pen, which was about to fall.

Suddenly the writing brush was thrown heavily, the ink droplets splashed and flew to the edge of the table, a large piece of dazzling black was broken on the gold-sprinkled white rice paper, and it was still slowly smudged.

Huo Yang was just stunned, Ye Lang jumped off the big leather chair and ran out without saying a word.He hurriedly followed, rushed out the door, "Lang Lang!"

Fortunately, he had been staying at Ye's house during this time, otherwise he might have been abducted and thrown off by this kid.Ye Lang was weak because of his short legs, before he could run a few steps, he was grabbed by the waist from behind, and he was volleyed into the air.

He struggled, "Let me down!"

"Okay, okay," Huo Yang couldn't bear him, kicked his legs straight, squatted down and put him down, "What happened to you just now?"

Ye Lang hadn't recovered from his anger yet, and glared at him fiercely, "You're going to send me to grandpa!"

Huo Yang was so wronged that his liver hurt, "I didn't, when did I say that, it was your grandfather who refused!"

"Why didn't he let it go?"

"Adults have adult plans." He had a headache, so he could only use routines to fool him, "Your grandpa always thinks about you. You are still young, and you will understand when you grow up."

Ye Lang didn't appreciate it at all, "He didn't agree to you, did he? Then I'll tell him. Say it every day, it will annoy him to death!"

"..." Huo Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "It's not that I won't play with you anymore, I will go to you often. By the way, you are not allowed to throw things for you in the basement in the future, do you hear me? Promise me this first!"

Ye Lang still didn't speak.Huo Yang reached out to touch his little head, but he dodged back and avoided it stubbornly, which made him a little bit dumbfounded, "What a childish temper. This is your grandfather's decision, you are here to wrestle with me It's useless. Be good, be obedient."

"I won't go," the child said angrily, "I'm pretending to be sick!"

"All right, if you can really act like you, you're good." Huo Yang was having a headache and didn't know how to coax him. When he lowered his head and saw the gray footprints on his T-shirt, he immediately had an idea, and he covered his chest with pain on his face. He half knelt down, "Honey, you kicked me so much just now..."

He took a sneak peek at Ye Lang, and found that the child was standing three steps away, crossing his arms, frowning and looking at himself, and quickly pretended to be in more pain, yelling non-stop.

After all, Ye Lang was a child, and he was deceived by his exaggerated and hideous acting skills, so he could only put his anger aside for the time being, hesitantly took a step forward, and choked out a sentence: "...does it hurt? "

He lost his temper, but he still had a little true love for this cousin who was disabled from the neck up. Seeing that he was about to die, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious, "Do you want me to call the doctor?"

"No, I have a solution." Huo Yang immediately climbed up the pole, and stretched out his hands in a serious manner, "Look, a person has five parts, two hands, two feet, and a head, right? What you just kicked was my chest , is the most middle position of the body. If you want to treat this position, you need to transmit power from the limbs and head to the chest to heal me. And this energy needs to be transmitted through the mouth, that is, you have to kiss me several times .”

Ye Lang looked at him in shock, "..."

The charlatan continued, "But, since I'm wounded inside, not bleeding, and my head is the closest to my chest, all you have to do is kiss my face. -- or do you want to kiss my hands and feet ?”

"Evil." Ye Lang's facial features were wrinkled, and he showed a very straightforward expression of disgust, "That's better to kiss the face. But can it really cure you? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Listen to my brother, it's definitely fine." The charlatan happily put one face closer, closed his eyes and urged, "Hurry up! It's important to save people."

After a while, maybe 1 minute, maybe 2 minutes, the thin and weak breath gently scattered on Huo Yang's cheeks, making his eyelashes tremble a few times involuntarily.The feeling that followed was like a shower in the afternoon, when you leaned out the window to look at the distant sky and clouds, but a drop of water slipped down the ridge of the roof and hit the back of your neck in a clear way.Huo Yang felt the wet touch on his lips, which disappeared at a touch, like the wings of a dragonfly with water.

He opened his eyes suddenly, Ye Lang in front of him was still very close to his face, he took a big step back in fright, and he fell directly to the ground.

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Huo Yang's face turned blue as the tailbone felt a sharp pain that was about to break, "...who did you learn from?"

"Ah?" Ye Lang scratched his head with a genuinely bewildered face, "It's always played like this on TV."

"But those are all grown-ups! They're all a man and a woman! You've seen them all, don't you look carefully?!"

Ye Lang faintly realized the seriousness of the situation, and hurriedly asked nervously: "Is this not going to cure you?"

"Okay, cure all diseases." Huo Yang stood up with a disheveled face, "But this thing is too sweet, don't use it in the future, that, don't come here. I now—"

Ye Lang looked up at him, and answered cooperatively, "Your face is so red."

Huo Yang stopped him, "Shut up! It's too hot in this room, I'm going out to get some air."

"But isn't the air conditioner turned on?" Because Ye Lang was a little confused by him, he seemed to have done something wrong just now, and he didn't know if he had been cured. Anyway, he is very concerned about his physical condition now, "You Maybe I have a fever, I'll go find Sister Tang."

Huo Yang, "..."

Sometimes children are too sensible is really a burden.

Fortunately, the mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang and saved his life. He quickly took it out as if he had been amnesty, pointed at Ye Lang's study room, "Hurry up and practice calligraphy, I'll answer the phone, don't bother me. "

Ye Lang let out an "oh" and left obediently.

He returned to the study room and saw that the writing brushes that had just dropped on the floor had been cleaned and placed beside the inkstone. Tang Zhi was standing by the desk, carefully washing off the splashed ink with toilet paper, and rescued several practiced brushes. Character.Ye Lang held the door, stood silently, and heard Huo Yang's call from outside: "Hello, it's me... I'm at Lang Lang's house, um, I'm just about to leave... Ye Qian?... I'll go back right away... ..."

The boy didn't speak, just closed the door to block out those voices, went back to the chair and sat down.Tang Zhi didn't speak, she arranged the rice paper, pressed it on the paperweight, then turned around and turned off the air conditioner, and opened the bright French windows.

For a moment, it seemed as if he had returned to the human world. The turbulent shadows in the courtyard and the sound of the wind beating leaves all poured into the study room, and the natural breath quickly filtered out the quiet and coolness of the machinery in the room.

The sky outside the window is as blue as the sea, and the sky is full of sunshine.

In this noisy and quiet environment, Ye Lang picked up the pen again, dipped in the ink, lost his mind for a long time, and only wrote when the ink on the tip of the pen was about to fall again.

He wrote:

"The rain is rushing, the clouds are flying, the crows are scattered, and the moon is slightly cold. Whose sparse willows are in a downturn, and the fireflies flicker at what time..."

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