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Chapter 52 Hopeless 52

In fact, Ye Lang in his previous life didn't look like a serious boss.

Huo Yang rolled around in Ye Lang's small golden room, hugging the pile of pillows on the bed on the second floor.The bed is so soft that I want to cry, and the pillows are so cute that I want to cry, the little rabbit, the chicken, the big bear, the big white cat... and the pillow.He stretched out his hand to fish it out, pulled some from the head of the bed, looked at the light, and found the surroundings of "Modern Warfare", "Call of Duty", and one embroidered with a large group of red peonies...

Huo Yang got up hugging left and right, opened the floor-to-ceiling curtain that separated the space on the fence, and glanced at Ye Lang in the kitchen below. The latter was kneading dough with his sleeves rolled up and an apron tied.

He took out the embroidered pillow under his armpit, looked carefully, and couldn't ask who it was... or Ye Lang's own masterpiece.

"What's for dinner tonight!" Huo Yang leaned on the railing and called out to him.

"What do you want to eat!"

Huo Yang laughed for a long time because of the word "what" Ye Lang said.Ye Lang glanced back at him, "Take your medicine tonight."

"No, I want meat. What are you doing?"

"Make bread." Ye Lang turned his head and continued kneading dough vigorously.

Huo Yang dragged out "Ah—" and held his chin, "Are you going to eat bread tonight?"

"If you want to eat meat, you can order takeaway." Ye Lang said coldly without turning his head.

"This is the way of hospitality." Huo Yang clicked his tongue, but he still walked downstairs with his shoes on, went to the kitchen, watched Ye Lang slap the dough on the pizza stone, and picked up a fine grater.Ye Lang patted him on the shoulder, "Get up and I'll get the cheese... what are you holding in your arms?"

Huo Yang took out the embroidered pillow with a smile, "Did you embroider it?"

"My grandma." Ye Lang only glanced at it, then quickly looked away and opened the refrigerator.Huo Yang's eyes were wide open, staring at the snacks and soft drinks that were packed inside, "Your room is so lazily decorated, the refrigerator is quite full. Is that big bucket beer? I want to drink it."

"Yes, dark beer." Ye Lang opened the small glass panel next to it, and found half a block of cheese, "I went to the winery to get it. You drink it quickly, I'm going to close the refrigerator door."

"Okay!" Huo Yang immediately took out the barrel of wine and moved it to the table next to him.The barrel had to be 5L, and when he turned it over, he saw 25% alcohol on the back.

"Is the alcohol content so high?"

Huo Yang propped his knees, bent over to look at the ingredient list, and turned his head to ask.Ye Lang closed the oven door and raised his eyebrows at him, "The temperature is too low, it's too full to drink."

Huo Yang waved, "Come here, get a glass, let's fight for wine."

Ye Lang raised the corner of his mouth with a half-smile, "I'm afraid you'll spit on my bed."

"Hehe," Huo Yang saw that his expression was full of beatings, and he really wanted to go up and beat him, "Who was so drunk last semester that someone brought him back?"

There was a paper bag of dried fruit next to it, which was probably left over from making bread. Ye Lang took out a handful and said while eating, "Are you blind? I pretended it, otherwise I wouldn't be able to drive you."

The tragic memory was brought up again, and Huo Yang couldn't hold back, "Damn. Who are you pretending to see?"

"Pretend to my uncle, it's his little brother who helped me back."

"Come on. What are you pretending to be drinking with your uncle? Isn't it still..." Huo Yang asked halfway, and suddenly remembered the sentence he said that day, "He cut my shares by 50%", and his heart shuddered. Realizing that I have asked a topic that people don't want to talk about, but I can't take back what I said, "...you don't drink too much?"

Ye Lang continued to eat dried fruit, with the same nonchalant tone as before, "I don't show any loyalty, now I can't order you takeaway in the CBD."

"Oh." Huo Yang responded.

Ye Lang also thought that he was not very happy about the sentence "call you takeaway", so he planned to change the subject.Just when he took two bottles of juice from the refrigerator, he heard the person behind him suddenly say: "I'm asking you something, it's fine if you don't want to answer. The last few times you disappeared, it was all because of that work." something?"

Holding the juice bottle, Ye Lang obviously paused for a moment before turning around.

"Not at all."

I don't know if it was Huo Yang's illusion, but he saw a sudden shadow passing over Ye Lang's eyes, diluting the expression that finally came alive inside.

For a moment, Huo Yang suddenly experienced a distinct sense of distance.

This person, and his world, also seem to be built on a tall building. He can't see the scenery above with his neck up, and can only vaguely hear the strong wind.

This feeling made him uncomfortable.But he still said what he wanted to say: "What about studying, what about exams? Can you take care of both sides?"

Huo Yang has self-knowledge.He didn't want to point fingers, Ye Lang was much better than him, he didn't think he was qualified to point fingers at other people's future plans, besides there were so many examples of dropping out of school and working.If Ye Lang wants to be Jobs, then he must be able to become Jobs...but he can't do it now.

Even Huo Yang, who has only known him for a few months, can tell that he has no passion for his present and future, only a kind of silent obedience.

Circle a place like a safe haven by yourself, hide in it, and walk alone.

"No." Ye Lang said.

Only then did Huo Yang realize that he was answering his own question.

Huo Yang licked his lips. From the very beginning, there was a lingering scent of something, which made him swallow for a short while.He hasn't spoken yet, "Wait a minute." Ye Lang suddenly raised an index finger, signaling Huo Yang to keep quiet, his eyes sparkling.

Both fell silent.

The scene was kind of funny, but the two of them were really quiet and focused.

Huo Yang couldn't help turning his head back.The oven was running silently and brightly, the golden light was warm and yellow, and the magical aroma overflowed from there, filling the surrounding air in the blink of an eye.

The first bread, the bread body is smooth and sweet like paste, and the bread meat is very chewy, which is an indescribable taste.It is full of dried fruit with the sweetness of candied orange peel and the sourness of cranberry. After swallowing, it comes back from the throat in one breath, and there is also a soaked, light and mellow rum taste.Huo Yang chewed a few mouthfuls and wanted to swallow it, but he was reluctant to swallow it. The base of his tongue was trying to secrete saliva, trying to break down the taste of the bread into a finer and deeper one... This thing was not full at all, because he was even hungrier after eating it.

Ye Lang didn't snatch the four fist-sized buns from him at all, he only ate one and a half, and the other half was still torn out of his hand.

Huo Yang pointed at the other two breads that were almost as big as heads in the baking tray, "What's inside?"

"Oubao, the one on the right has meat." Ye Lang said deliberately slowly, to whet his appetite, "Smoked chicken with green sauce, and tomato in oil, it tastes better with raw tomato, but..."

Huo Yang couldn't wait for him to say anything, so he reached out to take the Oubao directly, his throat was burned back with a "ah", and there was a "click" next to it.

But he didn't care about face, "Dad, you can take pictures as you like, hurry up, take out the bread for me, hurry up! Don't laugh!"

Everything depends on yourself these days.He forcibly peeled off the gloves on Ye Lang's hand, fanned the Ou Bao with one hand to cool down, and pinched his nose with the other to keep himself from being disturbed by the aroma.After fanning it for half a minute, he accidentally sniffed it, then went all out, grabbed the bread, and took a deep bite.

Ah... this is sour...

Huo Yang was about to fly up on the spot, and he took several mouthfuls before he felt the tip of his tongue burn. Ye Lang's endless "hahahaha" didn't disturb his taste buds orgasm.

"Gudu." He swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, sticking out his tongue, and commanded Ye Lang inarticulately, "Juice, juice, hurry up. It's scalding me, you fucking know how to laugh."

"Give it." Ye Lang smiled and unscrewed the bottle cap for him.

When the two of them walked up to the second floor, Huo Yang had already eaten two-thirds of a big-headed bun. He chewed the shredded chicken inside, and asked vaguely, "What's yours like?"

Ye Lang bit his own, and his words were vague, "Baguette, tasteless."

"Damn, tasteless?" Huo Yang tried his best to raise his head, trying to see the bread in his hand, "Taste it for me."

Ye Lang lowered his head and looked down at him from the gap in the stairs in surprise, "You still eat if it's not tasty?"

Huo Yang swallowed a big mouthful of bread with the kiwi juice, plausibly said: "Don't you eat it too? The tasteful ones are so delicious, but the tasteless ones are so delicious!"

After going upstairs, Ye Lang instructed Huo Yang to lift the table from the head of the bed and slide it to a position suitable for lying down and eating.As soon as he put away the bottles and cans in his hand, Huo Yang realized that he was not just eating hard baguettes.

"Mustard mustard?" Huo Yang poked his head over curiously.

Ye Lang unscrewed the cap of the first glass bottle, "foie gras truffles," and unscrewed the second one, "Lemon prawns with spicy sauce."

He added, "Usually make it, wipe it on and eat it."

Huo Yang felt that the word "bumpkin" shone on his forehead.

He had to turn to study the home theater, "Hey, let's watch a movie?"

Ye Lang pointed to the computer, "Find it yourself."

Huo Yang went to open his computer, and found that there was no password, and there were no protective measures. The folders on the desktop were simple and clear: movies, work, study, modern warfare...

"Frank." He scrolled down the title of the movie, "Aren't you afraid that someone will hack into your computer?"

"Ai Chongchuang, as long as I don't starve to death."

Huo Yang heard that his tone was a bit cold, and was about to look back at his expression, but saw that the headlights outside were turned off, the screen was turned down, and Ye Lang was lying on the side of the fence, tucking the blackout curtain tightly, and suddenly smiled, grabbing Taking every opportunity to laugh at him: "Your theater is too unprofessional, isn't it? Why don't you dig a basement and get some Dolby surround sound, huh?"

"What do you care about?" The curtain was not tucked tightly, but then loosened, revealing a small piece of white wall.He clicked his tongue, and simply quit, "It's fine if you can see it."

"You are at this level, and you still use Audio-Technica, listening to classical music, and pretending to be a criminal." Huo Yang suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and looked at him maliciously, "Will you watch "The Conjuring?"

"Okay." This movie is not in his local folder, but Ye Lang didn't seem to know what it was, so he replied casually, "I'll go down and get some fruit to eat."

He watched this movie in his class when he was in high school. In a science class with too many monks and too little food, a bunch of men screamed in fright. Every time a key scene happened, Huo Yang was either scared to death by the movie or deafened by the screams of the people around him. .Going back to the dormitory together at night, they almost beat up the school leader who was patrolling the road to check on the puppy love.

Huo Yanghua finished downloading the film in 10 minutes, suppressed his excitement, climbed onto the bed, and waited for Ye Lang to come up.

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