i really like you

Tang Yuan was admitted to a comprehensive university with an excellent educational environment and high-qualified teachers, so the enrollment is very strict, and the number of foreign students is very small.

The school stipulates that you must bring a complete personal work, at least two, and have a certain dance experience. You must also perform impromptu performances in front of the examiners and show off your English proficiency.

After the exam, Tang Yuan almost got rid of the irritability of going to a foreign country.

Afterwards, he nestled in his own residence without wandering around.

There used to be several servants here, all of whom were sent by his father, and they didn't say hello to him beforehand, so he didn't know what was going on until he came.

According to his father's opinion, those few servants had grown up with him and knew his living habits very well. Even if he was studying abroad, he could still be the same as at home, and everything would remain the same.

He quarreled with his father on the phone, and in the end he prevailed and sent all the servants back to China.

In addition to the servants, his father also arranged doctors and bodyguards for him, and even a psychological counselor. He was afraid that he would suffer from depression, anxiety, and other symptoms after going abroad, and he would send them all away. Where did he come from? where to go.

How can he be independent if he brings so many people with him?

On the day he received the admission notification email, Tang Yuan cooked himself a meal, two dishes and one soup. He took a photo of it and posted it on Weibo, saying that the color was not good, but the taste was okay, followed by two words, miss you.

There are those two words behind every Weibo.

There was no one on this account, and Tang Yuan used it to record every detail of his life, as trivial as it could be.

After school started, Tang Yuan became busy.

The school requires students to develop in multiple directions. In addition to having a species they are best at, they are also required to understand other dance types and master them. A special dance choreography course has been set up for this purpose.

Thanks to this educational concept, Tang Yuan came into contact with ballet and modern dance, and he also watched a lot of plays on the Internet, including a video of Li Yue participating in the competition. The young Li Yue, clear soup Vermicelli, but pure outrageous.

It feels like a lifetime away.

Two months later, Tang Yuan simply cleaned up, moved out of that gorgeous and deserted villa, and ran to share the rent with his classmates.

The classmate's name is Daniel, a very common name, easy to remember, and easy to pronounce.

He is a handsome black friend, tall and strong, with very flexible limbs. He is good at hip-hop pop dance. He is a child with ADHD. He can dance twice without music. Once there is music, he can be high anytime, anywhere.

Often at that time, Tang Yuan would put on an attitude of "I don't know this person".

Those who learn to dance have ADHD more or less, but Daniel is a bit more serious, and he can barely accept it, but he doesn’t think desire is something that needs to be hidden, and he likes to share it with Tang Yuan, it’s really... hard to describe.

Even so, Tang Yuan welcomes him to his own world.

Because he is passionate, like a fire.

When Tang Yuan received a call from his father, he was learning jazz from Daniel.

Such a big guy, dark-looking, dancing a feminine dance, not a girl at all, but a combination of strength and softness, which is against the sky.

Tang Yuan asked Daniel to turn off the music. He picked up the sky blue towel on the back of the chair and wiped the sweat from his face and neck as he walked, breathing intermittently from his nose.

Tang Yin heard his son's panting, it seemed that there was a voice beside him, very rough, panting, his face darkened, "What are you doing?"

"What else can I do?" Tang Yuan grabbed the wet hair on his forehead and stroked it up, took a deep breath, "Practice dancing."

He reacted and rolled his big eyes, "The adulterer sees the adulterer."

"..."

Tang Yin said in a very gentle tone, "Dear student Tang Yuan, you have mastered the kung fu of cutting first and then playing."

Tang Yuan's heart skipped a beat. It's over. Old Comrade Tang came over. He quickly opened the door and went out. He hurriedly said, "Dad, I moved for a reason. You have to listen to my explanation."

"Okay, let's explain."

Tang Yin was on a business trip abroad and stopped by to visit his son, only to find that there was no one in the villa, he was furious, and lashed out at the accompanying assistant.

It is already extremely cold here in December in the Gregorian calendar, and it has snowed several times. Tang Yuan squatted on the steps, the cold wind hit his face, and ran around everywhere. a shiver.

"The house is too big."

"There are only two floors in total." Tang Yin could not agree, "Is that also called big?"

Tang Yuan said, "Oh my god, every time I sneezed, there was an echo."

And it is very remote, surrounded by large forests, and there is a river next to it. If a couple lives in it, they will feel that the rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, the years are peaceful, and living alone will only appear empty and eerie.

Tang Yin felt that his son was just looking for trouble, he couldn't understand it at all, "Isn't it the same at home?"

"It's not the same," Tang Yuan said in a muffled voice, looking at the night in the distance, "There are many people in my family, and I am the only one."

Tang Yin was quiet for a while, and then roared angrily, "Then you still quarrel with me, quarrel with me, and insist on letting those people go back to the country?"

Tang Yuan put his phone away, "Dad, I'm here to study, not to enjoy the blessings. Now I cook, wash clothes, and do everything by myself. It's pretty good."

He paused, trying not to sound pathetic, "The main reason for moving out is, well, I need to be with friends my age, otherwise I'll be lonely."

There was no sound over there.

Tang Yuan's leg was numb from squatting, he stood up and kicked his leg, "The leg I injured last year can be used without hindrance now, it's all thanks to my classmate, he is the roommate I share with me now, he has a very good personality, People are very nice.”

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows, "A man?"

"Yeah." Tang Yuan knew his father too well, and said with the corners of his mouth, "He's straight, don't think about it."

Tang Yin snorted, "Come to Sophia Hotel, 608."

Hang up after finishing speaking, very domineering president.

Tang Yuan put his mobile phone in his pocket, stood where he was for a while, and then went back to the house.

Daniel sat on the ground like a big bear, leaned against the sofa and patted his leg muscles, followed the people who came in with his eyes, "Don, you want to go out?"

"My dad came to see me."

Tang Yuan went into the room to change his clothes as he spoke, and after a short while, he yelled outside, "Daniel, help me bring me the socks from the balcony—"

Daniel got up and went to the balcony, molded a few pairs of socks one by one, took down the dried pair and sent them over, and turned over thoughtfully, "We made an appointment to go to West Street together tomorrow night, Don, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

"I haven't forgotten," Tang Yuan put on the socks, and then put on another one, "I will go and cheer for you."

Daniel squatted down, looked at his white ankle exposed under his trouser legs, and sighed from the bottom of his heart, "Don, you are so white."

"Lin and the others are from the same place as you, and they are not as white as you. You are as white as a porcelain doll, a fragile porcelain doll, but you are not only good at dancing, but also very good at martial arts. You know Chinese Kung Fu. It's unbelievable."

Tang Yuan's face was full of black lines, he pulled up the sock tube, jumped out of bed to change his shoes, and said lightly, "It's just a gene, I'm like my mother."

Daniel heard his displeasure, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, "I'm sorry for bringing up an unpleasant topic for you."

"fine."

Tang Yuan took a thick coat from the hanger and put it on. He walked around in the not-so-spacious room, looking for something, and stretched out a hand, holding the baseball cap he wanted.

Daniel is taller than Tang Yuan, and he lifted his baseball cap over his head in a mischievous manner, "Tang, when will you introduce Chinese girls to me?"

Tang Yuan wanted to vomit blood, "Hurry up and give me the hat."

Daniel was wearing a black vest on the upper body, sweatpants on the lower body, a thin waist, two arms exposed, sweating, wild muscle lines, bulging veins, full of amazing strength, but he acted like he was wronged , "I want a Chinese girl."

Tang Yuan almost choked on his saliva, "Brother, aren't there two in the class?"

Daniel frowned dissatisfied, "They are not as white as you, nor as beautiful as you, I don't like them."

"Then you are very demanding and hard to find."

Seeing that Daniel was coming again, Tang Yuan hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll find it for you, you give me the hat first, OK?"

Daniel put the hat on his head, pulled the brim of the hat for him, and flicked it with his fingers, "Then you remember, the Chinese girl is as white and beautiful as you."

Tang Yuan walked out the door with a dark face.

Daniel used to have a girlfriend. She was a Russian girl. She wanted to have a figure and a good face. She studied rhythmic gymnastics and had a good temperament.

Tang Yuan can't even go back by himself, where can he find a little girl for him.

On the way to the hotel, Tang Yuan sat in the car and continued to be in a daze. His thin white chin was buried in the gray towel, his eyelids were half closed, the shadow under the brim of his hat blocked his eyebrows, and his breath was low.

The whole person is like a wilted plant, short of water and light.

The car rushed forward suddenly, followed by an extremely piercing sound of sudden braking. Tang Yuan's body shook violently with inertia, and he had short-term tinnitus, and he couldn't hear anything clearly.

When he regained his hearing, the car was on the road again, accompanied by the driver's "FUCK".

As a result, Tang Yuan came out of the state of wandering soul.

He raised his hand gently and slapped his face, and said to himself in his heart, don't think about it, you will be fine, okay, that man will be fine.

Life is impermanent, there is no disease or disaster, and living in peace is the greatest luck.

When he arrived at the hotel, Tang Yuan asked as soon as he entered the room, "Dad, who is coming with you on a business trip?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that besides his father, there were other people in the room, including Assistant He, who seemed to be in a meeting.

He already knew the answer.

Tang Yin waved a few people out, and Assistant He was the last one to leave. She finished arranging the documents and passed by Tang Yuan, her eyes glanced inadvertently, and she paused suddenly.

When she left the room, the weirdness in her eyes remained undiminished.

She had seen such rings on Pei Wenjin's hands before, and they were all worn on the little finger.

Tang Yin sat in the leather chair and poured red wine, "Didn't you know to put your ring away when you came here?"

Tang Yuan noticed Assistant He's eyes, and he curled his lips irritably, "You didn't tell me that there are other people here."

"Come here," Tang Yin put the cork on, beckoning to his son, "Let Dad have a look."

"Only a few months."

Having said that, Tang Yuan still walked over.

Tang Yin looked up and down, frowned and said two words from his mouth, "I lost weight."

"It's not thin." Tang Yuan sat down on the chair next to him, picked up another wine glass in his father's hand, and took a sip of the red wine. "I exercise a lot every day, and my arms and legs are very strong."

Tang Yin noticed something was wrong, "What kind of hat are you wearing in the room, take it off."

Tang Yuan's eyes flickered slightly, he scratched his face, "Don't take it, my hair hasn't been washed for several days, it's greasy and ugly."

Not being fooled, Tang Yin stretched out his hand without saying a word, Tang Yuan hid back, "What are you doing? What's wrong with me wearing a hat? Isn't it handsome?"

Seeing his father's eyes narrowed, he was hairy all over, he took off his hat as soon as he gritted his teeth, "Look, look!"

Tang Yin suddenly stood up, his face full of gloom, "Who told you to dye your hair?"

Tang Yuan grabbed the flattened golden hair and smashed the jar, "Who else can it be, of course I am myself."

A bright light flashed before his eyes, he raised his head in a daze, and found that his father was patting himself, his eyes widened instantly, and the eyeballs were about to roll out of their sockets, "Damn!"

Tang Yin threw the phone on the bed, picked up the wine glass and poured a big gulp of wine into his mouth, and sneered, "Anyway, I can tell, you don't listen to what I say, I'll let the one you are willing to listen to see your golden hair."

"No," Tang Yuan blushed, "Dad, tell me before you shoot, I didn't even get my hair done, and I didn't look good just now."

He blinked, "Take a few more photos for me, and show him the ones you choose."

Tang Yin, "..."

If you are on a business trip, you will be on a business trip, and you will also see your son by the way, so you can reduce your life.

There were two beds in the room, and Tang Yuan occupied one. He lay on it with his hands behind his head, his two slender and well-proportioned legs folded together randomly, trembling slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Tang Yin came out of the bathroom and ordered, "Don't shake your legs."

Tang Yuan stopped shaking, he turned sideways, propped his head on one hand, "Dad, is everything okay at home?"

Tang Yin lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, opened his notebook to deal with official business, and said in a neutral way, "Very good."

Tang Yuan snorted, and asked again, "Have you posted the photo yet?"

Tang Yin didn't bother to answer.

He thought that after the separation, his son would be negative for a long time, so he found a psychiatrist, and the one who stayed in China would not be interested in working.

Unexpectedly, those who go to school go to school seriously, and those who go to work work hard, both of them have surprisingly positive attitudes.

It seems that this parting is just a dream they had together.

Tang Yin swallowed, his son was alive and kicking, and he was not sick, so it's a great thing, as for other things...

He had worked hard enough on this matter, it was like a tug-of-war, and in the end he got a few words, let it take its course.

Fortunately, the Tang family has a big business, so there is no need to sell his son's looks to form a family marriage.

Tang Yuan sat up, crossed his legs and asked, "Dad, is everything all right at home?"

Tang Yin didn't turn his head, and didn't stop typing on the keyboard, "Turn on the TV if you can't sleep, or play with your mobile phone, don't bother me, I don't want to talk to you."

"You called me here, and you didn't talk to me," Tang Yuan fell back, his body sank into the soft bed, he remembered something, a carp stood upright, "I heard that Fang Lin has passed away."

Tang Yin squeezed the cigarette away, flicked the ash into the ashtray, and then took a sip, "The remote control is on the left side of the bed."

Tang Yuan reached for the remote control to turn on the TV without stopping, "I also heard that she was photographed in and out of the hospital. The media rumored that she took a break because she was pregnant. The identity of the child's father is still a mystery. You are on the list. First."

Coincidentally, what was shown on the TV screen was Fang Lin's work, a national drama of the Republic of China. She was a wealthy lady who came back from overseas. Her hair was curled and she carried a small bag. She was bright and moving.

Just as Tang Yuan was about to switch channels, he heard his father say, "It's cancer."

He was stunned.

Tang Yin leaned back a little and leaned on the back of the chair, puffing and puffing in front of the computer screen, "Breast cancer."

Tang Yuan turned off the TV.

"As an entertainer, I make a lot of money, but I don't insist on annual physical examinations, and suddenly I was diagnosed with cancer." Tang Yin sneered, "I don't know what to do."

Tang Yuan couldn't see his father's face, so he couldn't judge. He asked cautiously, "Are you in treatment?"

"Heal a fart," Tang Yin said, "People have a higher realm, and they have traveled all over the world."

Tang Yuan was stunned, "Why not treat it?"

Tang Yin didn't intend to continue the chat, he stubbed out the cigarette and threw it into the ashtray, closed his notebook and got up, and said lightly, "Go to sleep."

Even though Tang Yuan had a stomach for words, he had no choice but to give up.

The bright crystal lamp in the room was turned off, and a bedside lamp was turned on, casting a small piece of warm yellow light.

Tang Yin fiddled with the jade pendant around his neck, adjusted his posture and lay down, groped to touch the ring on his little finger, "Dad, are you asleep yet?"

A sharp voice sounded from the bed next to her, "Get out if you don't sleep."

Tang Yuan muttered, turned his back to his father, thought about it for over an hour, and fell into a deep sleep unknowingly.

Tang Yin opened his eyes, sat up and adjusted the light pole, and found that half of the quilt on his son's bed was on the floor, and the smaller half was held in his arms, talking in his sleep, indistinct.

"..."

Tang Yin scooped up the quilt from the floor, patted it and put it back on the bed. Hearing a sound that seemed to be crying but not crying from his son's throat, his whole face was wrinkled together.

Frowning tightly, he bent down, pressed the quilt, and touched his son's face, which was wet and covered in cold sweat.

He moved his hand up and stopped at the corner of his son's eyes, met with wetness, and cried.

In the past few months, his secretary has never mentioned anything other than work in front of him.

Thoughtful and strict, the city is extremely deep, expressionless all day long, unable to see through, he can't imagine what the other party is like when he is with his son.

Tang Yin stood by the bed for a while, then sat down, and rubbed his son's golden hair, "You say you, people all over the world, who is not good to fall in love with, but a guy that even your father can't control .”

The phone vibrated, especially in the quiet room. Tang Yin immediately picked it up in fear of waking his son, but the other end hung up, it was an unfamiliar number.

He pressed his temples violently, sat by the window, and smoked a cigarette facing the night.

The next morning, Tang Yuan was having breakfast with his father in the restaurant. Assistant He came over and looked at Tang Yuan frequently.

Tang Yuan put both hands in his pockets, looking at Assistant He, who was just like that man, with a formulaic approach to people and things, always meticulous and neat, "What are you looking at?"

Assistant He said with a stern look, "Master dyed his hair, he looks like a different person."

"Oh? Really?" Tang Yuan raised his chin curiously, "Is it handsome or ugly?"

Assistant He said, "Gold suits the young master."

Tang Yuan was triumphant, "Dad, did you hear that? This color suits me."

The surrounding air pressure suddenly dropped.

Assistant He knew she had said the wrong thing, her poker face twitched slightly, she decided to avoid the topic, turned around and went out to wait.

Tang Yuan took his hand out of his pocket, poked around on the plate with a fork, forked a small mushroom into his mouth, he chewed slowly, "How many days will it be?"

"I'll go back after we finish talking this afternoon." Tang Yin ate the egg, "What? Do you have something for me?"

Tang Yuan took a sip of lemonade, looked at the ring on his hand, and shook his head for a while, "There is nothing, but there is a word."

Tang Yin raised his head in a leisurely manner, "Huh?"

"That's it..." Tang Yuan cut a piece of potato pancakes and ate them. He paused for a while, with a solemn and serious look, "Best trip."

Tang Yin's face twitched, "That's all?"

"Otherwise?" Tang Yuan asked back, "Dad, what do you think I'm going to say?"

Tang Yin wiped his mouth with a tissue, pulled away the chair and stood up, lowered his head and glanced at his son who seemed to be fine, he didn't cry or fuss, okay, just hold on, I see you can hold on for a long time.

After taking two steps, he turned back, "Study hard here, meet friends if you want to meet them, play to your heart's content when it's time to play, try to contact people you like, baby, the world is wonderful, You are only 19 years old, young and young, obsession and bitter hatred do not belong to your age."

Tang Yuan sat on his seat, staring at the void, and became dazed again.

It wasn't until the waiter came that he hurriedly came back to his senses.

Originally, today was the annual Battle Competition, which was held on West Street as in previous years. Because of the weather, a warning sign was put up in that area, and the discussion was postponed.

Daniel complained to Tang Yuan and lost his temper like a child.

Tang Yuan was afraid that he would demolish the house, so he said reassuringly, "The day after tomorrow is Christmas, you can still display your personal charm."

Most of Daniel's grievances that had no place to rest disappeared immediately. He squatted on the ground with his legs crossed, his fingers crossed behind his head, and suddenly jumped up and shouted, "Don, let's go shopping for clothes!"

Tang Yuan was forcibly dragged to the street.

The weather is cold, with small snowflakes floating, and the streets are still bustling with people.

Daniel wears very little, just a white singlet and a black loose jacket, the zipper is pulled up to one-third, the trousers are straight-leg distressed jeans, with a pair of black sneakers, the top of the head is tied, and the ears are one left and one right There are two exaggerated earrings hanging, and there is a metal plate around the neck, hip-hop style from head to toe.

Tang Yuan was wearing a blue coat, the color was very bright, and it was set off by Daniel's black, white and gray, making it even more eye-catching. He pulled up the hat behind the coat, and only a little golden bangs and an overly delicate fair face could be seen.

The two walked in stride on the street, quite free and easy in their own way.

It was quickly spoiled by Daniel's unabashed mannerisms, which he did every time he came out.

He is very popular with girls.

Daniel suddenly grabbed Tang Yuan and motioned him to look at one place, "Hey, Tang, look at the chick over there, she must be a crazy person with her legs exposed in such a cold day, and look at her knees, The skin on it is rougher than other places, and there are some dark brown or red scars, I must really like to be with my boyfriend at home..."

Tang Yuan interrupted in a low voice, "Daniel!"

He let out a deep breath, "You can't do this, little Chinese girls don't like you."

Daniel was very sad, "Don, I don't understand. I just said what I saw with my eyes and what I thought in my heart. What's wrong with that?"

Tang Yuan was powerless to refute.

Daniel kept pestering him, "Don, what kind of person do you like?"

"I like whoever I like."

Tang Yuan left without saying a word, Daniel was dazzled by him, and chased after him in a daze, "Then what kind of person do you like?"

This time Tang Yuan was dizzy, and just as he was about to answer, his complexion suddenly became strange, and a familiar gaze fell on him, a proud, cold gaze.

Unable to determine the direction, Tang Yuan could only scan around quickly, but did not find the target, and the line of sight disappeared.

What the hell, isn't it?Zhang Yang is here?

Daniel also looked here and there, his two thick black eyebrows furrowed, "What's wrong?"

Tang Yuan said, "It's nothing." I hope not.

On Christmas Day, there was a party held in the school, and there was a requirement for clothing, and formal attire was required.

Boys wear suits with bow ties, girls wear dresses with high heels, there are crystal lights, food and wine, music, and dancing.

Tang Yuan took a photo and posted it on Weibo, with a text about the first Christmas and two more.

After posting on Weibo, he found a quiet corner and watched other people choose their satisfactory dance partner from the crowd and lead them to dance in the hall. It is estimated that there are quite a few people who will have a good night together tonight.

Christmas, romantic, passion, these words will be connected together, as long as you think.

Daniel was with a few boys in the class, discussing who should be the most beautiful princess tonight. There was a lot of commotion in their ears. They went over and saw the foreign students in the class.

Nice white suit, nice blond hair, nice person.

They all thought at the same time that the princess hadn't settled down yet, but the prince was already there.

Tang Yuan just chatted on WeChat, and there was a circle of people around him, all of them looked at him as if they were possessed by evil spirits, their eyes glowed, as if they could rush there with a single finger.

He felt that he lacked a throne.

Daniel knelt down on one knee in an exaggerated way, put one hand on his heart, and folded his five fingers together. He lowered his head and read aloud the lines from the stage play that he had just rehearsed not long ago, "Your Highness, what makes you so sadness?"

This line is really good enough.

The corner of Tang Yuan's mouth twitched a few times, and he murmured unconsciously, "I miss my knight."