The days when pheromones were occupied by school grass

The name of this program is [Last Train at Midnight], and it is dedicated to telling ghost stories.It started broadcasting at twelve o'clock in the morning, the sound effects were well done, and the atmosphere was quite scary.

Yang Nianshu is not afraid of ghosts, not to mention, he tells ghost stories quite well.

However, after only telling a ghost story, about 5 minutes later, he started telling jokes, and finally the host answered the calls from the audience and became a bosom friend.

"Brother Ghost, I recently fell in love with someone. I sent him a WeChat message and he replied very quickly. We have a common topic, the same food, and even the same color. He is my senior, obviously in different We still run into each other often. My friends say he likes me, but today I saw him walking with a girl. Do you think I should confess my love?"

"Uh, did he ask you out alone? To a movie, to dinner, or something?"

"No, but once we ran into each other at a dinner party, he took the initiative to bring me some food. My classmates thought that he would confess to me sooner or later. It was only because I was too beautiful and special that he didn't act...I have Not sure at all..."

"That means he doesn't like you that much..."

……

Brother Ghost's voice was always low and hoarse, but he spoke very to the point and very tactfully.This is just a girl's self-indulgence, and the senior doesn't like her.

If the senior likes this girl, he will take the initiative to confess to her, so why would the girl take the initiative first.

Yang Nianshu also felt that Brother Gui's words made sense.

At 12:30, the show ended.

"Did I turn off the radio?" Yang Nianshu yelled, but no one responded.

Yang Nianshu looked up and saw that they were all asleep, soundly asleep, and could still hear snoring from the opposite bed.

Ganqing, the three of them made a fuss and fell asleep together, and he listened to the whole program by himself.

No wonder the loser hugs the radio.

Yang Nianshu pulled a Tibetan fox face, turned off the phone and went to sleep.

Yang Nianshu likes to sleep on his stomach, with his head buried in the pillow and his eyes closed.

The pillowcase had just been washed, and it was very fragrant, and the faint smell of coffee wafted out again, enveloping Yang Nianshu.

Yang Nianshu turned over and lay flat, he didn't like pain.

After sleeping for a while, the bitterness became weaker and weaker. Yang Nianshu seemed to smell the sweetness of chocolate and the mellow aroma of milk.

It turned out that it was not bitter coffee, but Mocha.

Yang Nianshu turned over and lay on his side, buried his face in the pillow, and just a second before he fell asleep, he was still thinking whether the senior liked that girl or not.

If you like it, why don't you confess?

If you don't like it, why do you meet by chance, pick up food, and reply to WeChat so quickly?

Love is really complicated.

At noon on Tuesday, Yang Nianshu called Liu Long, told about Yang Shu's condition, and euphemistically mentioned the matter of money.

Knowing about Yang Shu's condition, Liu Long attached great importance to it, and asked Yang Nianshu to go home and talk to him face to face.

Yang Nianshu asked for leave again for evening self-study, Lu Xing looked at the empty seat in front of him, feeling empty in his heart.

When Yang Nianshu returned to Liu's house, there were only two people in the family, Liu Long and Wang Yu, and the old lady was not there.

Liu Long and Wang Yu were very anxious, and Wang Yu's eyes were red, as if he had just cried.

"Nianshu, I went to Dr. Zhang to inquire clearly." Wang Yu said, "Whether there is hope or not, surgery must be done. I discussed with your father and sold this house."

Yang Nianshu immediately refused, "No, how can I let you sell the house?"

He originally planned to ask Liu Long to borrow money, and he could borrow as much as he could.

And Yang Nianshu knew that they had just bought a new house, so they probably didn't have much money.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yu would sell the house as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Nianshu, listen to mom." Wang Yu choked with red eyes, "My parents accidentally lost you before. Fortunately, Sister Yang saved you and raised you so well. Now Sister Yang is so big How can we not care about the matter, even if it is a waste of money, we have to collect the surgery fee."

"No, the house belongs to you and cannot be sold. Where will you live if you sell it?" Yang Nianshu was very firm, "I think of other ways."

"50 is not a small amount," Liu Long said, "not counting the later rehabilitation expenses. We also have some savings over the years, but we just bought a house, and all the money has been paid for the down payment. Now we are a bit stretched."

"Nianshu, don't worry." Wang Yu said, "We can go out to rent a house and live in a new house after the new house is handed over."

"No, no, no." Yang Nianshu said, "If you sell the house, my mother won't have the surgery."

Liu Long and Wang Yu looked at each other and exchanged glances.

"Nianshu, do you think this is okay?" Liu Long said, "Dad goes to the company to borrow money from colleagues, and also from relatives and friends."

"Yeah, yes." Yang Nianshu said, "Write my name on the IOU, and I will pay it back later."

Liu Long was silent for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

During the conversation between the three, Liu Long and Wang Yu claimed to be Yang Nianshu's parents, but Yang Nianshu did not refute.

Liu Long and Wang Yu behaved very strangely. They suddenly said that they wanted to sell the house, which startled Yang Nianshu.

Housing prices in the capital are high, and some families only have one apartment for their entire lives, while others cannot afford one for their entire lives.

Unless it is a last resort, no family will easily sell the house.

Is his position in the hearts of Liu Long and Wang Yu really that important?

I can't feel it from the usual small details.

When Yang Nianshu returned to school with a mind full of question marks, the evening self-study was not over yet, and Lu Xing's seat was empty and no one was there.

Yang Nianshu asked Tang Jian: "Where is the monitor?"

Tang Jian buried her head in her homework and raised her head blankly, "Ah? You don't even know, how do I know?"

I glanced back and found no one behind, "He didn't send you a message?"

Yang Nianshu glared at him.

Tang Jian continued to bury his head in writing, "By the way, where have you been? Lu Xing was also asking just now. You two are really strange. You don't know each other's whereabouts. Are you trying to surprise each other?"

"Why do you talk so much?" Yang Nianshu took out his phone and looked at it, but there was no traffic.

He took out a test paper, did it for a few minutes, and took out his phone to check the time.

No missed calls, no text messages.

Gritting his teeth, he sent a text message to order a five-yuan traffic package, which took effect immediately.

When he opened WeChat, he found that Lu Xing had sent him several messages from last night to now.

——[Nian Shu, the teacher handed out papers for evening self-study, and put them in your drawer. 】

——[The sheet is fucked, are you in the dormitory?I'll bring it up for you. 】

Then today's:

——【You went to the hospital again? 】

——【There are also papers today, put them in your drawer. 】

Yang Nianshu replied: [I went back to Liu's house at night, and I have already returned to school. 】

After staring at the phone for several minutes, Lu Xing didn't respond to any messages.

Yang Nianshu threw the phone back into the drawer and continued to do the paper.

After finishing most of the papers, Yang Nianshu took out his phone and looked at it, but he still didn't reply.

Waste of five dollars.

He felt that looking at his mobile phone all the time would affect the efficiency of doing papers, so he simply turned off his mobile phone.

Lu Xing has something to do at home.

Chen Xiuqin called the teacher to ask for leave, and the driver came to the school to pick him up.

When Lu Xing arrived home, the hall of the villa was brightly lit. In the center of the living room, a "young guy" wearing a wide hoodie, bloomers, and a peaked cap was dancing and singing.

A circle of people sat around, cheering the singing and dancing contestants in the center.

He didn't hear clearly what the "young guy" sang, but he could hear clearly what the people around him said.

"Brother Ming Tang, if you export casually, it's a three bet, and the album you release will definitely not be too bad."

"Mr. Lu, the world is so charming, I suggest you show your face."

Lu Maomao occupied a sofa by himself, lying on it like an idiot, watching the singing and dancing singers in the center.

Lu Xing: "..."

When did a group of ghosts and ghosts come to the house?

Lu walked to the door and coughed.

Lu Mingtang saw Lu Xing and hurriedly greeted him, "Ah Xing, come and have a look, how does Dad look like? Trendy or not? Rap or not?"

Lu walked over and glanced at Lu Mingtang.

To be honest, Lu Mingtang is good-looking, in his early forties, well maintained, and looks a bit yuppie in formal clothes.Lu Xing looks very similar to Lu Mingtang.

But if a 40-year-old insists on dressing like a 16-year-old, it is very contrary to harmony.

"Dad, what are you going to do again?" Lu Xing's tone was cold, and he seemed calmer than Lu Mingtang.

"Dad is planning to release an album." Lu Mingtang turned his head away, posing in a pose that made people want to hit him, "What do you think?"

"What album?" Lu Xing asked calmly.

"Rap, rap." Lu Mingtang said, and a sentence came from the scene, "The knife is not sharp and the horse is too thin, you are not worthy of fighting with me, time!"

"You wrote the words yourself?" Lu Xing endured the discomfort in his heart and continued to ask.

"Ah, how's it going? It's okay." Lu Mingtang was a little complacent.Papapa immediately performed a few eye-catching moves.

Lu Xing: "OK."

Written like shit.

"Are you releasing a single?"

Lu Mingtang often thinks about what happens when he comes out. He used to gather a bunch of cronies to make a movie.At that time, Lu Mingtang was still Young Master Lu, and the young masters of the Lu family needed the best team to make movies.

The initial investment budget is [-] billion, and the goal is the Oscar statuette.

In the end, he was stopped by Mr. Lu and Chen Xiuqin. Mr. Lu had just passed away, and Lu Mingtang's artist soul was revived again.

"How is it possible to release a single," Lu Mingtang said, "at least a platinum album."

"How many songs have you written?" Lu Xing glanced at Lu Mingtang's homie sitting on the sofa, feeling dizzy.

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The street gangsters who came here had dreadlocks all over their heads and holes in their clothes.Chewing gum with his mouth crooked, he doesn't look like a serious rap artist at all.

Lu Mingtang's new love, Aunt Wang, also changed her celebrity style and sat in the middle dressed hip-hop.

"Just this one." Lu Mingtang said, "The essence is concentrated."

"Platinum records must contain at least thirteen songs." Lu Xing said, "After you write the songs, you still need to find someone to arrange them, and the last thing you do is contact the record company."

"There's no need to contact the record company, I decided to make one myself." Lu Mingtang smiled, everything was under control.

"Then you'd better finish writing the thirteen songs before talking about it." Lu Xing said, "After all, the rap world relies on the works to speak."

After Lu Xing finished speaking, he glanced coldly at the homies present again.

Immediately someone took the lead to join in.

"Yes, Young Master Lu is right. In the circle, works have the most say."

"Boss Lu, we diss each other directly with our works."

"Before we went to participate in the competition, every time we sang it was a different work."

"Look, I told you that my son will support me, but you still don't believe me." Lu Mingtang blinked at Aunt Wang, "Ah Xing, when the time comes, I will write a song for you, and we will perform on stage together. , go into battle without leaving father and son soldiers."

Lu Xing: "Okay." Shit.

"Oh, this sentence rhymes so well, I have to write it down." Lu Mingtang turned on the recording pen and muttered to it, "When you fight a tiger, you will never be separated from your brothers, and when you go into battle, you will never be separated from your father and son."

Lu Xing: ""

Want to break away from parent-child relationship.

"What's your budget?"

"Less, let's send one to test the water first." Lu Mingtang said, "One billion."

"Write the song carefully." Lu Xing said, "I'll take a look after writing it."

Lu Xing went back to his room, feeling extremely irritable. The irritable pheromones escaped from the glands at the back of his neck, and his body began to ache again.

He lay down on the bed, took out the vial on his chest, unscrewed the cap, and took a deep breath.

The irritable factor in the body was gradually calmed down, and the dryness and heat all over the body gradually disappeared, as if encountering an oasis in the desert, the refreshing feeling was addictive.

Cool and sweet.

After calming down, Lu Xing called Chen Xiuqin, "Mom, I'm home."

Chen Xiuqin asked calmly: "How many hundred million will he spend this time?"

Lu Xing smiled, "It's only one billion yuan, and it's made at a small cost."

Chen Xiuqin asked, "Have you stopped?"

Lu Xing replied, "Temporarily. Right now, I only wrote one song, and I will release the record after writing thirteen songs."

The mother and son had a tacit understanding when dealing with Lu Mingtang's convulsions, and they both smiled helplessly.

Chen Xiuqin: "Son, have you found your daughter-in-law yet? You still have time for twelve songs."

Lu Xing: "According to the speed of creating two songs a day, I still have six days." Lu Xing calculated silently, and said, "There should be no problem."

As long as he gets married, according to Mr. Lu's will, most of the Lu family's property will be directly controlled by Lu Xing, without Lu Mingtang helping in the middle.

Most of the Lu family's industries are concentrated in the pharmaceutical and real estate sectors, but Lu Mingtang was tricked into chasing his dreams in the entertainment industry.Although the Lu family is rich and doesn't care about this little money, it is the painstaking efforts of several generations of the Lu family, and Lu Xing can't just see it ruined by Lu Mingtang.

Lu Xing quickly searched for European and American rappers online, downloaded hundreds of classic rap songs, and then knocked on the door of Lu Mingtang's room.

It was Aunt Wang who opened the door. When she saw Lu Xing, she was obviously taken aback, "Ah Xing, Ming Tang is creating in the study."

Lu Xing ignored her and walked in.

Aunt Wang sneered from behind, "Ming Tang likes to be quiet when he creates, and doesn't let us get close."

When Lu Xing walked into the study, Lu Mingtang was immersed in writing lyrics. Seeing Lu Xing coming in, he was very happy, "Ah Xing, come and see the golden sentences written by Dad."

Lu Xing put the laptop on Lu Mingtang's desk, "Dad, this is a European and American classic. A friend of mine in the rap circle sent it to me. Listen to it for inspiration."

"My son is really filial." Lu Mingtang said, "I'll listen in a while."

Lu Xing looked at him motionless.

"Oh, I'll listen right away." Lu Mingtang said, "Ah Xing, you are so strict."

Lu Xing heaved a sigh of relief seeing him put on the earphones.

After listening to these songs, it will take at least several days.

Yang Nianshu walked to the door of the dormitory and heard a burst of yelling.

"Oh my god, there are mice!" Zhang Yixuan screamed, followed by a series of ping, ping, ping, ping, bang, bang.

Yang Nianshu opened the door and was almost hit by the washbasin.

"Yang Nianshu, are you back? There is a mouse, this big one." Xu Xinshui gestured with both hands while holding a clothes hanger.

According to Xu Xinshui's gestures, the mouse is probably as big as a washbasin.

"Go to your bed." Xu Xinshui pointed at Yang Nianshu's bed.

No way, there will be mice in such a high-end dormitory?

Yang Nianshu took the washbasin and drying rack from Xu Xinshui, and slowly climbed onto the bed.

A few peanuts were scattered on the bed, and something was moving under the sheets. Are there really mice?

Yang Nianshu took the washbasin and covered it with a hole, the mouse came out and jumped on Yang Nianshu's shoulder.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The three people in the dormitory screamed collectively.

After Yang Nianshu saw the mouse clearly, he smiled.

Isn't this Yang Erpang? He found the dormitory and came.

Yang Nianshu held Yang Erpang in his hands and showed it to everyone, "Calm down, it's not a mouse, it's a squirrel."

"Ah? Did you raise it?" Zhang Yixuan was so frightened that his mask fell off, he curled up on the bed, and poked his head out.

"Yeah. My brother, Yang Erpang." Yang Nianshu said.

Xu Xinshui was so bold that he stretched out his index finger and asked Yang Nianshu, "Do you bite?"

"Don't bite."

Xu Xinshui poked the squirrel's belly, "It's really fat."

"Pets are not allowed in the bedroom." Tang Jian also came over and pressed Yang Erpang on the head.

"It's okay, just don't let the housekeeper find out." Zhang Yixuan also got off the bed, and the three of them surrounded Yang Erpang, curious.

Yang Nianshu took out the walnuts and melon seeds he bought earlier and handed them to Yang Erpang.

Yang Erpang nestled in Yang Nianshu's arms and ate walnuts.

Tang Jian felt strange, took out an apple and handed it to Yang Erpang.

Yang Erpang took the apple and put it in Yang Nianshu's arms.

"Your brother is very family-friendly."

The three of them felt strange, and each took food and came over to feed it.

Yang Nianshu hadn't seen Yang Erpang for several days, and was about to play with him when his cell phone rang.

He picked it up and saw the video call from Lu Xing.

Tang Jian was teasing the squirrel, and turned his head to look at Yang Nianshu's cell phone, "Pick it up, why are you standing there?"

Yang Nianshu rolled his eyes and hung up.

"I have no traffic."

"Oh, the one being chased is always so confident." Tang Jian complained, and continued to play with Yang Erpang,

"By the way, did you ask?"

"Ask what?" Yang Nian was puzzled.

"Ask if the monitor is chasing you?" Tang Jian rubbed the squirrel's belly, very satisfied, "We agreed yesterday!!"

Yang Nianshu shook his hand and almost dropped his phone.

He was joking, but Tang Jian didn't expect Tang Jian to take it seriously, and was still thinking about how to perfunctory, when the WeChat message popped up.

Lu Xing: [? ? 】

Yang Nianshu: [No traffic. 】

Lu Xing: [Seeing you send me a message, I thought you had WiFi. 】

Yang Nianshu: [I just bought a five-yuan traffic package. 】

Lu Xing: [Did you buy it specifically to send messages to me? 】

Yang Nianshu: "..."

I typed [Yes] and deleted it again, typed [No] again and deleted it again.

I don't know how, so I just pretended not to see it.

Lu Xing watched "the other party is typing" displayed on the dialog box. After several minutes of typing, no message was sent.

Lu Xing smiled, and sent another message: [I have something to do at home, and I'm going to ask for leave for self-study tonight. 】

Yang Nianshu replied quickly: [Oh. 】

Lu Xing: 【What are you doing? 】

Yang Nianshu: [Yang Erpang came to my dormitory, I was teasing him.And you? 】

Lu Xing: [I'm teasing Lu Maomao. 】

Lu Xing: [Can I see your brother?Videos are free. 】

Yang Nianshu was hesitating when Lu Xing's video request was sent again.

"Why, pick it up." Tang Jian clicked on Yang Nianshu's phone and quickly ran away, "Remember to ask!!"

The other three were scattered around the dormitory, like mongooses on guard, listening to Yang Nianshu's phone call.

The video was connected, and Lu Xing appeared on the phone holding Lu Maomao, and Yang Nianshu was holding Yang Erpang, as if he was going on a blind date with his own pet.

Lu Maomao approached the camera and let out a meow.

The two looked at each other for five seconds, but no one spoke.

Suddenly, Tang Jian's voice sounded in the silent bedroom, "Lu Xing, Yang Nianshu has something to ask you!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yixuan added, "It's very important words!!"

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感谢在2019-12-1319:05:56~2019-12-1421:04:16期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Jun Gu, La La La Flower Butterfly 1;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Xiaomu; 1 bottle of Yanji;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!