Jiangxin Poplar

He likes the habit of getting in the rain, but he would say "stupid" indifferently to anyone Jiangcheng knows or doesn't know, but if this person is Yang Yulang, he will only feel that such behavior is not Interesting, with a bit of artistic sense, and some sentimentality in it.

Of course, Yang Yulang doesn't get drenched in all kinds of rain, he only likes the drizzle, and he said that this kind of environment helps him think.

"Brother, don't move, I'll take a photo for you."

Looking at Yang Yulang standing under the peach tree, the peach branches are slanted on his shoulders, the peach blossoms are about to bloom, and the artistic conception of the rain curtain and the grass is particularly beautiful.

He took out his mobile phone and looked for several angles to take pictures. The screen of the mobile phone was covered with a layer of water droplets before he finished taking pictures. When checking the photos, he could only wipe the screen again and again.

"Do you think this one is particularly suitable as a lock screen?" Jiang Cheng chose the one he was most satisfied with and showed it to him.

Yang Yulang took a closer look, and it was indeed a good shot, so he nodded. Seeing him nodding, Jiang Cheng immediately changed the lock screen in front of him.

Yang Yulang: "..."

"Brother." After looking at the lock screen for a long time, Jiang Cheng raised his head and called out to Yang Yulang, who was admiring the peach blossoms.

"Ah."

Jiang Cheng walked up to him and asked after a long time, "Have you ever thought about what your other half will be like in the future?"

He has wanted to ask this question for a long time, and since he confirmed his heart, he has also paid special attention to his previous emotional world.He checked the Internet, and there are many speculative reports on the Internet, such as "The boss of Huarong appeared in a certain hotel with a mysterious woman who was suspected to be the daughter of a real estate tycoon", "The general manager of Huarong appeared with a well-known actress at a charity conference, and the woman is expected to marry Goofy news like "Entering a wealthy family", although it is bloody, Jiang Cheng, who saw it for the first time, thought that he couldn't let it go, and went to check the information of those women, and it turned out to be nothing more than nothing.

When Han Yunzhou was helping make up lessons, he also tentatively asked Yang Yulang why he wasn't married yet. Han Yunzhou didn't care at the time, and dismissed him with a casual sentence, "It's not fate."

In addition, he also thought about it seriously, Yang Yulang didn't have any obvious and special women's products or souvenirs around him, and he never heard Yang Yulang answering calls from his suspected girlfriend or ambiguous partner during the time they spent together.

Even so, Yang Yulang once said that he didn't want to drag others down with his illness, so he was alone. Because of this sentence, Jiang Cheng couldn't guess whether he didn't like women, didn't like anyone at all, or didn't dare to like.

Yang Yulang was reluctant to answer such a question, and Jiang Cheng saw him drooping his eyelids as soon as he asked.

He lowered his eyes for a moment and then raised them to look forward again. The drops of water hanging on his eyelashes were shining with jade luster. He asked Jiang Cheng, "Have you thought about it?"

"I thought about it," Jiang Cheng said frankly, "I don't like children, so I lived with him for the rest of my life. At home, I was in charge of all the housework, bought vegetables, cooked meals and warmed the bed. When I was free, we went to watch the sunrise and sunset together, and traveled around the world. Play around, bring a DSLR to leave memories of every place you have been to.”

Yang Yulang's eyes fell on the peach branches in front of him, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly when he heard these words, a half-smile.

Jiang Cheng continued, "I want to spend the rest of my life with him, no matter how long it is!" His words were more like a promise than a longing.

Yang Yulang turned around and took a look at him, but Jiang Cheng couldn't catch anything from that look, his pupils were as deep as ink, without waves or ripples.He was silent for a moment before saying: "Very good." After a pause, he continued, "However, there are too many variables in life. Many times, the promises made today will be fleeting tomorrow, and most of the longings are just longings. In the future, who knows? ?” After speaking, his tone became more and more condescending, and the ending sound was light and fluttering, like a flying feather.

Jiang Cheng knew that he would find these words unrealistic, and also knew that this was just his own good imagination.He intends to reveal some of his sexuality issues inside and outside the words, but Yang Yulang, who is as smart as Yang Yulang, doesn't seem to notice it, so he has no chance to express his heart at all.

"What about you?" Jiang Cheng didn't forget that he asked the question first, "Have you thought about it?"

Yang Yulang put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, and said lightly, "I never thought about it."

How could I not have thought about it?Jiang Cheng bit his lower lip slightly dissatisfied: "You don't want to tell me, do you?"

"Of course not," Yang Yulang chuckled, "Maybe, I probably thought about it before, but the experience of these years tells me that it is useless to think about these things too much. If the imagination is too good, I will end up feeling sad by myself in the end. Why bother?"

"What did you think before?"

"It's almost the same as you," Yang Yulang flashed a smirk self-deprecatingly, "I also hope that the two of us will live together and do what we want to do together."

Jiang Cheng asked the key question: "Then what kind of person is that person in your imagination?" If he got the answer to this question, he would be able to know Yang Yulang's ideal type, and in this way he would probably also know whether he is a possibility.

After hearing this, Yang Yulang's expression froze for a moment, then became sentimental, and said after a while: "Imagination is imagination after all."

Although Jiang Cheng heard that he was sad that the person in his imagination did not match reality, he didn't hear the answer he wanted. He thought about asking further, and felt that this starting point could not be asked any more, but he At least it can be confirmed that Yang Yulang once had a person in his heart, but he didn't know who this person was.

who can that be?

He blinked, shook off the rain that condensed on his eyelashes, and asked in another way: "Do you like children?"

"good."

Jiang Cheng: "Have you thought about how many children you have?"

Yang Yulang shook his head.

"A family business like Huarong can't fall into the hands of someone else," Jiang Cheng said unintentionally, "So in the end you will still have a child of your own, right?"

"I actually—" Yang Yulang paused, "I don't care what Hua Rong's last name is."

Jiang Cheng looked at him in disbelief. Yang Yulang said this in a very flat tone, so flat that it seemed that such a large group with a market value of more than 200 billion had nothing to do with him.When checking his information, he learned about Huarong's management and board of directors and other relevant information. The group's power transfer has not had any major problems, but there have also been many news about power struggles. During Yang Chongyuan's time as chairman, other Yang family members The offshoots also tried to decentralize power, but it is estimated that Yang Chongyuan was of high rank, so they never succeeded.

Yang Chongyuan took over Huarong from his ancestors, and he devoted all his efforts to Huarong. Now that it is in the hands of Yang Yulang, why is he not paying attention? As Yang Chongyuan's designated sole heir, why is he showing so indifference to Huarong.

So he asked, "Why?"

Yang Yulang was unwilling to give an explanation on this issue, and the rainwater condensed into water droplets dripped from his hair, and he said, "Let's go back."

Jiang Cheng was helpless, originally wanted to ask about his past emotional affairs, but he didn't ask, but in the end, the matter of Huarong made him feel that Yang Yulang was crushed by a mountain, dead.

Back at the apartment, Yang Yulang took off his wet clothes to take a bath first, and then took out his daily medicine. After taking the medicine, he looked tired and said: "I'm going to lie down for a while, I won't eat dinner, you still have filming work tomorrow, try your best Go to bed early."

Hearing that Yang Yulang didn't eat dinner, Aunt Li specially made Jiangcheng a spicy prawn and chicken feet stew with white rice, stewed yam porridge in the stew pot, and said to Jiangcheng before leaving: "If Yulang wakes up, try to let him Have a bowl of porridge, if you really don't want to drink it, you can take this as supper."

Jiang Cheng went to the study to study after eating alone, and went upstairs after ten o'clock to take a look at Yang Yulang. He was still awake, frowning and not sleeping well.Jiang Cheng gently touched his forehead to confirm that he didn't have a cold or fever, so he went back to the study and continued to do the memorization.

When it was close to twelve o'clock, he finished his studies, washed up and turned off the saucepan in the kitchen that was still warm, and then went upstairs lightly.

He tiptoed to Yang Yulang's bedside, touched his forehead again, and put his arm outside into the bed. After reaching in, he realized that Yang Yulang had been lying for so long, but the bed was not warm. He touched his hand It is also cool.

After thinking for a while, he gently half-lyed down, lying on the edge of the bed with only his upper body. After lying down, he hugged Yang Yulang's arm in front of his chest, and wrapped his cold hand with two fiery palms.

Yang Yulang slept quite deeply today, Jiang Cheng's actions did not wake him up, and shortly after Jiang Cheng lay down, probably feeling the heat coming from his side, he rolled over and approached Jiang Cheng as if he was greedy for warmth.

Jiang Cheng stared at the face that was suddenly close at hand, afraid of waking him up, so he didn't dare to breathe out. He didn't feel relieved until he found that Yang Yulang had just turned over and showed no sign of waking up.

Being so close, the faint smell of Yang Yulang's body and hair after a bath lingered on the tip of his nose. Jiang Cheng stared at him for a long time, and the smell got on his head like old spirits. He greedily sniffed this only With the smell belonging to Yang Yulang, she leaned close to him, and pressed a kiss on his forehead almost devoutly.

Looking down from his forehead, he boldly kissed Yang Yulang's cheek again.

But this is not enough!

Finally, he rested his eyes on Yang Yulang's lips, the lips that he had been coveting for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, he still kissed her.

Yang Yulang's lips were as soft as imagined, and the moment he kissed, a familiar throbbing arose in his heart. A primitive desire strongly drove him to ask for more. He tried his best to restrain the thought that almost made people lose their minds, and held his breath. Jingshen felt the little warmth from his lips, and licked greedily when he finally had to separate.

Mmm, sweet!It's so sweet!

He suddenly discovered that the kiss with Liu Feifei before could not be called a kiss. At that time, he didn't feel it at all, except that her lips were softer, unlike now, even if it was just a sneak kiss, he felt as sweet as honey.

Yang Yulang's lips are so tempting that he wants to kiss again and again, he dare not stay here anymore, he has to memorize hundreds of words immediately to calm down.

He carefully put Yang Yulang's warm hand back under the bed, and then carefully tucked the corner of the quilt before returning to the attic reluctantly.

He didn't know, after he left, Yang Yulang slowly opened his eyes.He opened his eyes and looked at the void, there was still the breath left by Jiang Cheng in the air, he took out the hand that was covered by Jiang Cheng, and touched the lips that had been kissed.

"Jiangcheng..." He called out in a very low voice.