Chapter 3 Reunion

As soon as Ye Rong arrived at the door, the door opened from the inside, Ye Sheng stood in front of him, took his slippers off the shoe rack and put them on the ground for him to change.

Ye Rong stepped on one and kicked off the grinding shoes, put on slippers and rushed into the bathroom.

With a clatter, the two lively goldfish were poured into a bathtub full of water.

Ye Sheng's face turned dark from behind, "That's the bath water for you."

Ye Rong was startled, looked back at Ye Sheng, and then turned to see if there was any miserable appearance of boiled fish soup inside.

"The water temperature was just right. You came back so late, it's already cold." Ye Sheng said as he went to the kitchen and planned to warm him up.

Ye Rong didn't care and waved his hand, "I can take a shower. I'll go to the supermarket tomorrow to buy a fish tank, so I can make do with it for one night."

The microwave rang, and Ye Sheng, wearing heat-insulating gloves, brought a bowl of thick boiled vegetable porridge with minced meat to the table.

Ye Rongzhuo pulled his slippers and walked over, stirring the spoon to dissipate the heat from the soup. He pressed the remote control to turn on the TV when he heard the sound of the zipper ringing behind him.

Ye Sheng pulled open the backpack he brought back, poured out all the miscellaneous things in it, and carefully sorted them one by one carefully.

"Ye Rong, how old are you." Ye Sheng picked up a few transparent glass jars, filled with colored glass beads, which reflected a dazzling light under the lamp, and he could hear the crisp collision with a slight shake. Voice.

With porridge in his mouth, Ye Rong said vaguely, "No big or small, call me brother!"

Who knew that his always obedient brother turned a deaf ear and put down the glass jar to pack other things.

The overcooked minced meat and the fragrance of vegetables in his mouth made Ye Rong feel inexplicably at ease. He chewed and chewed before swallowing a little bit. He picked up a glass jar and muttered softly, "What do you know, little brat, this is mine? Mood recorder! It's advanced."

He took out a few and showed them to Ye Sheng, "Green means a good mood, yellow means depression, white means an empty head, and black means bad luck recently."

Ye Sheng's eyes were attracted by these colorful glass balls. He was accustomed to Ye Rong's always strange thoughts and tolerated them completely. He pointed to the red glass ball in Ye Rong's hand and asked, "What about this one?"

Ye Rong clenched his palms and stuffed the beads into his glass jar one by one, "That's not interesting, it's just to look good and buy it for play. Look at how beautiful it is, like onyx."

"Childish." Ye Sheng sneered.

Ye Rong was annoyed by his mischievous attitude, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and immediately poured himself a big mouthful of porridge as a threat to Liangshan's hero.

Ye Sheng ignored his threat, frowned and shook a few pieces of his clothes, rubbed them up again with disgust, and threw them into the washing machine, and said in a low voice, "It's all the smell of that dead dog."

The humming sound of the washing machine sounded, Ye Sheng raised his voice, and asked with an unusually calm expression, "Is it really broken this time?"

Ye Rong bit the spoon for a while, then threw away the spoon and hugged the bowl and snorted. After snoring, he felt his stomach and burped before replying, "Broken."

Human beings are essentially creatures who love the new and hate the old. What Ye Rong didn't expect was that he would get tired of even being a cheap bone for a long time.

Ye Sheng nodded in satisfaction and went into the bedroom to make his bed.

Ye Rong had a headache, thinking about when his brother's problem of treating him as a second-class handicapped since he was a child will be cured.

Before going to bed at night, Ye Sheng read to him again. It was about a hundred years of extreme hypnosis. He couldn't read or understand it. He couldn't remember the names of the Buendia family.

Even so, the inescapable cycle of fate in the story is painful enough.

Under the dim wall lamp, in the slightly musty bedroom because he hadn't come back for a long time, Ye Rong covered his mouth and nose with the quilt and fell asleep. His dream stagnated in the first generation of Boon, who kept making goldfish day after day, year after year. Dia.

He was impressed because he also had goldfish, which were cold, slippery, and hadn't had time to die.

...

As soon as opened eyes in the morning, there was breakfast on the bedside table, in a thermal insulation box, and a small note was pasted.

[The wound on the foot has been medicated, don't move, I will buy the fish tank when I come back to cook. 】

Ye Rong groaned in her heart, got out of bed and ran to the living room, the new pair of shoes that she wore yesterday for grinding her feet really disappeared.

When it's over, it must be thrown away by the prodigal son again.

This kid is still unreasonable, and the broken skin of the fingernail is also called an injury? !

He was so angry that he was so depressed, he went back to eat breakfast, and after washing, he turned on the computer and was ready to start making a mess of life.

He takes a lot of work, can draw some characters, play games, and occasionally pick up a few manuscripts, and the otaku skills are full.

He used to be busy taking care of Xu Jue, circling around him like a dog, he couldn't find time to find a serious job, so he could only do something like this to fill himself and Ye Sheng.

As soon as he went online, the news of one of his manuscript editors came over, "Sino-Ocean Group wants to buy out the copyright of your "Heart Barrier", saying that it is going to make a drama, you set a price."

Ye Rong, who had never won one of the two in the lottery, was taken aback. He read a message back and forth several times, and finally replied tremblingly, "Just at the market price."

"By the way, it said that you were invited to be an auxiliary screenwriter, and we made an appointment to discuss the time and place."

Ye Rong was about to grab the ground with his head, and quickly sent a few "good ones".

After a while, the specific arrangements were sent, and when he saw the address, his head buzzed.

Building 010, Jinshuiyuan, Banshan Villa District.

Damn, it's this well-known nursing area, what kind of serious people can live in it!

Ye Rong, who bowed his head for the money, dared not to speak, and set a date for the appointment. At eight o'clock on the evening of next Sunday, the company over there will be responsible for the pick-up.

An birthday, who had spent a few days at home, stretched out his hand to eat, and opened his mouth, as if he had stayed up until Sunday in the blink of an eye.

The car that came to pick him up stopped downstairs early, Ye Rong sprinkled some fish food into the fish tank, turned off the gas stove, and took care of his appearance before getting into the car safely.

Xu Jue poured himself half a glass of burgundy white wine on the balcony, and ran his fingers around the rim of the glass. He was thinking that if Ye Rong cried in bed tonight, he might consider not punishing him, and by the way, he would also punish him. This expensive bottle of wine was given to him.

Ye Rong likes white wine.

Xu Jue has changed many lovers, and he never wastes too much time on anyone. He doesn't indulge in the flesh, after all, he doesn't love them.

He thought he had a lover, in his home, but even if Xu Li and he were not biological brothers, as long as their parents were there, he and Xu Li would not be able to overcome that obstacle.

Ye Rong was the first substitute he found, and the longest, not because of his long-term love, but because Ye Rong was determined enough to be trampled on.

He can be gentle and considerate to all his lovers, only Ye Rong, who is as clean and clear as glass, gave him an endless desire to destroy. It was Ye Rong who spoiled him.

The night wind blows from the distant mountains with the fragrance of pines and cypresses in the forest. The elegant leopard hides in the dark and waits for the deer he has been thinking about for a long time. He will throw himself into the snare, and then cut off the bloody meat and feed it into his mouth little by little like a sacrifice. fill him up.

The high-beam headlights approaching slowly downstairs disturbed his thoughts, and he heard a car turn off, as well as a few whispered conversations.

The door was opened, and a familiar figure emerged from inside.

Like a beast that has found its prey, Xu Jue slowly curved the corners of his mouth, moved his body to straighten his back, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Ye Rong.

However, his smile froze on his face the next moment. He saw Ye Rong being led into the villa opposite, and he didn't even look at him.

The cold white wine in the throat felt slightly warm in the mouth, and the rich and thick oak flavor lasted for a long time. The wine did not put out the fire in the heart, but burned more vigorously.

Xu Jue coldly called the assistant.

"Who lives in Jinshuiyuan's house opposite?"

The assistant pondered for a while, then replied cautiously, "Fu bought the entire piece of land in the villa area in the middle of the mountain. Because the environment was good, I heard that Fu had vacated a few non-sale properties at that time, and the one opposite you should be one of them. ."

Xu Jue's face turned gloomy, "Fu Shi? Fu Wenyuan?!"

The assistant swallowed, "Yes..."

Xu Jue got angry when he thought of Fu Wenyuan's disgusting dead face. He was definitely not a normal person, but a poisonous snake who would hang people at some point.

Xu Jue couldn't figure out what he was angry about. He didn't know whether it was because Ye Rong entered another man's house under his nose, or because he had to admit that Fu Wenyuan had the ability and means to make anyone fall into his arms. .

He kept persuading himself that Ye Rong was just a dispensable thing, and whoever climbed on the bed had nothing to do with his Xu Jue!

But he still kicked the short table beside him, and the wine bottle slammed into pieces.

Ye Rong was naturally unaware of Xu Jue's anger. He followed the person who came to receive him into the room, grabbing the portfolio and thinking about the plot to be introduced for a while.

The soft carpet under his feet made him feel like he was stepping on the clouds. His manuscripts were relatively small, and he really never thought that he would be favored by any big boss.

Really lucky!

"I'm so sorry, sir, I'm busy with business, and I'll come to see you soon." The receptionist said politely.

He took a cup of hot tea, sat on his legs and patiently waited for the big boss's blessing, and politely said: "It's okay, it's okay."

Ye Rong looked around for a week. There were only a few objects in the room, only a black leather sofa and a white lacquered coffee table. The large camel-colored background wall had no texture at all.

There was no incense and no green plants. Ye Rong was a little surprised. He thought that rich people liked the complicated baroque style as much as Xu Jue.

He was thinking silently when a steady sound of footsteps came from far and near on the wooden stairs.

"Sir is here." Someone reminded him in his ear.

Ye Rong hurriedly stood up, raised his head and faced the man on the stairs, the moment the two eyes met, Ye Rong couldn't help but jump out of a strange thought.

The dozing lion in the dream, attracted by the beautiful prey, is slowly waking up little by little.