Depths of Time and Junge

Yan Mo lowered her head to cover his chattering mouth, Muyan was stunned, Yan Mo's eyelashes were close in front of her eyes, as if she could brush his face in the blink of an eye.

"Are you already thinking about the future with him? Do you still want to marry him? Do you still want to accept other people's blessings? Do you still want to have a child with him? Tangtang, where do you put me?" Yan Mo said viciously ask him.He thought about what Muyan said just now, but just thinking about it made him feel a nameless fire burning in his chest.

Why does the child he raised always have such a bright future with other people.

Why should he be with others for his future?

All this should be his.His past, his future, including his sex.

"Tangtang, did you hear clearly? I said I won't allow it."

"But what can I do? You are going to get married, and you will even have children in a few years. What can I do?"

"I won't get married, and I won't have children. I was with you so early, and I will be with you in the future."

"Uncle Yan Mo..."

"Tangtang, I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Muyan was so happy that she didn't know what to say, the feelings he thought he would never be able to say in this life have finally been answered.

Tears were falling down, Yan Mo was both angry and funny, "Why are you crying?"

Muyan didn't know what she was crying for, but she felt that her heart was slowly filled with happiness, so she couldn't help crying.

Later, Yan Mo hugged him and sat on the sofa.

"Uncle Yan Mo, haven't you eaten yet? I'll cook for you."

It's okay not to mention it, but when I talk about Yan Mo, I can't help but think of the scene I saw that night.

He gently wiped Muyan's lips, his expression was a bit obscure, "Tangtang has grown so big, the first meal he cooked was not for me, and even the first kiss was not for me."

Muyan was also a little embarrassed, actually that day in the kitchen, it wasn't the first time Xing Yan kissed him, he had decided to try it with Xing Yan before, and sometimes Xing Yan would sneak up on him, after a long time, he wouldn't refuse up.

Seeing his averted eyes, Yan Mo's face became even more ugly, "Could it be that Tangtang did something to make me angry when uncle didn't know about it?"

"So you're going to blame me now?" Muyan felt aggrieved, "If you didn't marry Miss Luo, I wouldn't be able to move out, let alone be with him, wouldn't I?"

Yan Mo sighed, "I don't blame you, I'm just a little angry, angry at myself."

"Uncle Yan Mo, what about Miss Luo?"

"Don't worry, I will talk to her. She has long felt that my marriage with her may not be possible."

It has to be said that women's premonitions are sometimes terrifyingly accurate.

The two of them cuddled together, and the atmosphere was just right.

Then, Muyan's cell phone rang, it was his mother.

"Hey, Mom."

"Yan Yan, have you dealt with your Uncle Yan Mo yet? If not, let's find another way, so don't really go abroad."

He is now sitting on Yan Mo's lap, the two of them are very close, Yan Mo raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and then asked, "Sister-in-law, what are you going to do with me?"

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, then hung up.

Muyan held the phone and couldn't laugh or cry, his mother was really an assist, but it's a pity it wasn't helping him.

"Tangtang, whoever gave you the guts, even lied to me."

"I'm not lying to you, will you admit it?"

Well, it's too late to pursue it.

"Some time ago, my mother asked me, and I told her that the person I like is not Ayan, but you, and then my father knew about it, and my mother came up with a lot of ideas, and then my father couldn't stand it, so he asked me to apply. Go abroad to exchange and try, and you will know later.”

"Father also said that if he had known that I would like you, he would definitely not have agreed to let me stay at your house. He didn't delay you before, but now he still helps me so that you can't get married."

"No, you don't know how much I thank him for letting me raise you."

Muyan happily rubbed against him.

"When do you want those books? Or do you just move back in?"

"Well, don't worry, it's not absolutely necessary."

Yan Mo approached him, and lightly bit the flesh on the back of his neck, "How long will it take, I can't bear you."

Muyan was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Three months."

Now even Yan Mo was silent.

"Tangtang you..."

"What are you doing, do you think there is no such project that lasts for several years? If you are not satisfied, I will change it."

"Okay, okay, I can't say a word."

"Humph."

Yan Mo is helpless, the bigger he is, the more arrogant he is.

They have lived together for many years and will live together for many years to come.

Time writes the years into songs, and sings them to us slowly during the long journey.