moonlight

Lin Yue has grown up so much that he has never been called a parent, except for the parent meeting that he has to attend.

It's true that he is a school bully, but he doesn't cause trouble, and the troubles he provokes are not worth mentioning, so they won't be as big as yesterday.

His mother was quite surprised at first, but after understanding the situation, she was not angry with him.

His parents are reasonable, as long as their son doesn't do anything harmful to nature, they can understand.

Director Zhan tried his best to suppress this matter and did not give them any punishment. Firstly, he did not want to distract the students of the whole school, and secondly, he was afraid of affecting the reputation of the school. It is not good for such things to spread to other schools.

In the end, Yuanhang was asked to pay the sand sculpture for medical expenses, and he would recite a self-criticism next Monday, and the matter was over.

Surprisingly, none of Sha Sculpture's parents were present. According to the teacher in charge - he had never met his parents. There was a possibility that he might not have parents.

I can't tell how I feel.

Poor people must have something to hate.

Lin Yue spends his whole day between being entangled and not entangled.

My mother saw Yuan's father, an old neighbor whom she hadn't seen for many years. She finally met her and talked about it for a long time.

Some headaches.

Yuan Hang is going to eat at home.

Want to come over for dinner?

Hold.

When school was over, Yuan Hang glanced at him, hesitated to speak, and finally chose to leave the classroom before him.

Lin Yue couldn't figure out Yuan Hang's current mental state.

Ever since his sexuality was exposed, Yuan Hang has been silent, even a little indifferent.

To be honest, Lin Yue didn't believe it.

He doesn't believe that Yuan Hang is gay.

It's better to say I can't believe it than to say I don't believe it.

It is impossible for Yuan Hang to be gay. This kind of outrageous rumor, which is fake at first sight, cannot be true.

Before that, he even doubted whether Yuan Hang was homophobic.

Otherwise, three years ago, when he made up his mind to tell Yuan Hang that he was different from others, Yuan Hang would have reacted in that way.

Even the next day, he learned the news that Yuanhang's family had moved out.

At that time, I only had two words to describe myself.

Embarrassed.

Also, sarcasm.

Lin Yue rushed into the bedroom as soon as he got home, lying on the bed too lazy to move.

He stretched out his arm to reach the bedside table a few times, opened the drawer, and took out a green glowing pebble from it with his eyes closed.

He raised his head, stretched the cobblestone to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

The colors and patterns are still full.

This pebble, which he could touch with his eyes closed, has been kept by him for more than three years.

It was given to him by Yuan Hang.

So he likes green, especially this emerald green.

The closer Yuan Hang was to him, the more afraid he became.

But when Yuanhang suddenly disappeared one day, he would suddenly feel lost again.

He is different from Yuan Hang.

What Yuan Hang did to him, maybe he regarded him as his former playmate, so he got close as a matter of course, without any other thoughts and unnecessary impurities in the middle.

But he is different. He can't say how much he likes Yuan Hang, but he can't be a buddy. Even at the moment when he met Yuan Hang again, this love has a tendency to take root.

At a loss, I don't know what to do.

If Yuan Hang becomes friends with him, he is willing to cooperate with him.

It doesn't matter, who doesn't have a few crushes yet.

***

Regarding the secret of liking Yuanhang, Lin Yue suddenly understood in just two days.

When we first met before, I always avoided Yuan Hang, thinking that I was afraid of him and that Yuan Hang would hate him.

However, Yuan Hang didn't. Instead, he often provoked him, and even asked him if what he said three years ago still counted.

I can't figure out what Yuan Hang wants to do.

But according to his current inference, Yuan Hang didn't hate him, and still treated him as a normal person as before.

It happened to be the weekend, and Yuan's father brought Yuan Hang to the house for dinner.

Once the love in my heart pops up, it's out of control.

The moment Lin Yue saw Yuan Hang enter the door, his heart started beating wildly.

He even thought Yuan Hang was handsome again.

"Ouch! Yueyue!" Yuan's father saw Lin Yue come out of the bedroom when he was changing his shoes, and excitedly put on the slippers for a long time, "Come here and show uncle, I didn't look carefully at school last time, we Yueyue It's grown so big!"

"Hello, Uncle!" Lin Yue walked over with a smile and said hello.

"He's handsome and tall now, he's such a big boy!" Yuan's father held his shoulders and looked at him carefully.

Lin Yue lowered his head and smiled.

Yuan's father is still the same as before. In his eyes, he is a child, kind and humorous. Lin Yue has always liked to chat with him.

Yuan Hang entered the door and said hello, walked to Lin Yue, glanced at him, and bumped his arm with his elbow: "Long time no see, kid."

Lin Yue almost jumped up because of this blow.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "No."

"You really know how to save words." Yuan Hang smiled, squinted his eyes and squeezed the flesh on Lin Yue's arm.

Lin Yue didn't speak, and walked towards the living room.

But the place on the arm that was pinched just now is spreading from the arm to the heart with the touch of ants crawling, itching and numb.

"Yuan Hang, come and taste Auntie's special juice!" Mother Lin yelled at Yuan Hang in the kitchen, "It's specially prepared for you!"

"Thank you, Auntie." Yuan Hang took the juice and took a sip. He couldn't tell what it tasted like. It was a bit strange. "Auntie is awesome, it's very delicious!"

"That's right! I also think it's delicious," Lin's mother laughed, "I'll try more in the future, and let Yueyue taste it."

Yuan Hang pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Just listen to his nonsense." Lin Yue walked in, took a bottle of juice from the refrigerator, and poured it into a glass. "Is your homemade stuff delicious? He'll be polite," he handed the poured juice to Yuan Hang snatched the cup from Yuan Hang's hand, "Drink this, don't drink my mother's."

"Hey, why doesn't it taste good!" Mama Lin was anxious, "Didn't you drink quite vigorously last time!"

"Last time, I just finished exercising and was so thirsty that I took a cup and drank it," Lin Yue said helplessly, "I didn't expect to slow down after drinking, and almost threw up."

"You go out!" Lin Ma pushed Lin Yue's back and rushed outside, "Who cares that you drink!"

Lin Yue pouted and was kicked out of the kitchen.

Yuan Hang held the glass of fruit juice that Lin Yue handed him in his hand, and laughed.

He took a sip, it was very sweet, very sweet, more than twice as sweet as the cup just now.

Auntie, I'm sorry.

It was an interesting meal.

Yuan's father and Lin's father have always been able to chat, from family chats to work to children's studies.

It was as if those three years lost in the middle no longer existed.

Regarding Yuan's father's divorce, Lin Yue's parents didn't ask too much. They know each other very well. There is no need to say too much about some things, as long as you understand.

All in all, the meal went well.

"Hey Lao Yuan," Mama Lin finished clearing the table and spread a layer of cloth on it, "Come play mahjong for a while!"

"Hey, speaking of mahjong, it's been a long time since we played together!" Father Yuan stood up, helped Mama Lin spread the table, turned to Papa Lin and said, "Old Lin, we two have to have a good meal today." ah!"

"Okay," Lin's father took a sip of tea, "Is one of the three missing now? Find Lao Li next door to make a table?"

"Yuan Hang can do it," Yuan's father called Yuan Hang over, "He came over to make up the whole thing."

"Yuan Hang?" Lin's mother was surprised, "He can also play mahjong!"

"Ah," Yuan's father patted Yuan Hang on the shoulder, "He beats me better!"

Yuan Hang gave his father a sideways look: "Don't flatter me, it will be yours if you lose."

"Okay, okay," Dad Lin was happy, and came over and patted Yuan Hang on the back, "Come and compete with uncle."

Yuan Hang smiled and nodded, then turned to look at Lin Yue who was about to go back to the bedroom.

"I'll go back to the bedroom and play games for a while," Lin Yue felt his gaze, turned to him and said, "You guys play."

"Okay." Yuan Hang raised the corner of his mouth and blinked at him.

Lin Yue rushed into the bedroom without saying a word.

Oh shit.

It's okay to blink, just blink one!

What does that expression mean!

Playing mahjong and teasing him, is it over?

Lin Yue leaned against the door panel to calm down for a while, then sat down in front of the computer and turned on the host.

[System] Miki is live streaming...

【ah!Brother, here I come! 】

【I'm coming】

[Does the anchor turn on the camera today? 】

Lin Yue: "No, there are guests at home."

【Ah...it's a pity, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo】

【Brother without a camera, no soul】

[Sister, I see you need some beating?Our younger brother is a powerful anchor? (no)】

【I believe it】

【I also】

……

Lin Yue enjoyed himself for a while, then opened the game.

The game was played very smoothly, and the teammates I met were very good, and I took him to eat two chickens.

He's been pretty good at the game, he admits, but he's improving.

But he likes to play games, it is a fact, and it is also a fact that he likes to play games.

Some contradictions, but not conflicts.

I don't remember how long I played, but during the final round, the bedroom door was suddenly opened.

Lin Yue was taken aback.

Yuan Hang leaned in with half his body, and asked suspiciously: "What are you doing? I knocked on the door for a long time."

Lin Yue was so frightened that he quit the game immediately, and turned off the live broadcast by the way. The action was done in one go, and he didn't look panicked on the surface. In fact, his heart was more exciting than riding a roller coaster.

It's not that he doesn't want Yuan Hang to know that he is live broadcasting, he just doesn't want fans to know too much about his private life, especially Yuan Hang.

Lin Yue pretended to cough, took off the earphones and turned to look at Yuan Hang: "I didn't hear it when I was playing games."

"Oh," Yuan Hang nodded, walked in, and closed the door, "Are you still fighting?"

"Stop playing," Lin Yue turned off the computer and stood up, "Have you finished playing mahjong?"

"Well," Yuan Hang came over, "My dad and your dad are drinking in the living room, and it seems that they are going to have another game against the landlord."

"There really are them," Lin Yue smoothed the bangs on his forehead, and patted the edge of the bed, "Sit down, I don't have any extra chairs in my room."

"Sit on the bed?" Yuan Hang raised his eyebrows, but sat on it anyway, "Do you mind?"

"What do I mind?" Lin Yue asked.

"Didn't you dislike other people sitting on your bed?" Yuan Hang looked at him.

"Didn't you sit on it? There's so much nonsense." Lin Yue sat on the chair and looked at him.

"Lin Yue," Yuan Hang stared into his eyes, "Thank you for the fight."

"Oh." Lin Yue responded, not knowing how to answer the question, any words in this environment seemed hypocritical.

"Why are you sitting so far away?" Yuan Hang straightened his body and moved Lin Yue's chair a little in front of him.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yue took the chair and was dragged a step by Yuan Hang's strong arms. His heart suddenly missed a beat, and he became alert.

"Why are you nervous?" Yuan Hang smiled, "I can't hear what you said clearly because I'm far away."

"..." Lin Yue took a deep breath, and looked down at his legs - sandwiched between Yuan Hang's thighs, the posture looked a little strange.

The two people are a little close, especially the legs, which are crossed together, and they will touch each other if they move casually.

It's summer now, and they're all wearing shorts, so it's easy for their calves to rub against each other's skin.

Lin Yue glanced at Yuan Hang.

Yuan Hang sat casually on the edge of the bed, propped his arms on the bed, his jawline raised a beautiful arc, and went down the slender neck, very sexy.

It's a little surprising to describe a sophomore in high school as sexy.

But at this moment, Lin Yue felt that there was no other more appropriate word for Yuan Hang other than sexy.

"Do you want to see the flag raising?" Yuan Hang raised his chin and asked with lowered corners of his eyes.

"Are you unaccompanied, so you keep asking me if I'm going?" Lin Yue said helplessly, "Have you asked me three or four times in a roundabout way?"

"You guessed it," Yuan Hang sat up straight and asked with a smile, "Then will you accompany me to the game?"

Lin Yue sighed, "Go."

Yuan Hang stood up abruptly. When he got up, his lower body accidentally touched Lin Yue's knee. He froze for a moment, and then fell back in pain clutching his lower body.

"Fuck——" Yuan Hang clutched his lower body, his expression distorted, "It hurts——"

"What's wrong?!" Lin Yue was taken aback, and leaned over without knowing why, wanting to see where Yuan Hang was injured.

"You——your knee—" Yuan Hang endured the pain, and said in a muffled voice, "why—you just—hit my——ball!"

Lin Yue: ...

Lin Yue couldn't hold back, and let out a wild laugh.

"You—little heartless!" Yuan Hang pointed at Lin Yue with a finger, "Give it to me—wait!"

"You bumped into my knee yourself, blame me." Lin Yue tried hard to stop laughing, and asked with his head, "Are you okay?"

"Not good," Yuan Hang buried his head on the bed sheet, "Wait for a while, you wait."

"Okay," Lin Yue clapped his hands, "We'll have a long time to come."

"What date?" Yuan Hang raised his head and looked at him.

Lin Yue looked at him and said nothing.

"Why are you staring at me?" Yuan Hang felt almost done at the moment, he got up a little, sat on the edge of the bed with his legs spread out, and looked at Lin Yue, "Do you want to rub it for me?"

"You're thinking about farting?"

"Then you can blow it up for me."

"You fucking—"

The latter words did not go on.

Lin Yue looked at Yuan Hang's expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

An inexplicable guilty conscience rushed all the way from the heart to the brain.

Like a string that breaks at any moment.