Creeping

The remaining two teenagers in the living room were still awkward, Mo Junqi knew he was wrong, and Shuai Donglang still looked angry, and returned to his room after sitting for a while.

Mo Junqi was thinking all night, the reason why he was so impulsive at that time was nothing more than because Shuai Donglang's conversation with Huo Mei by the river had been stuck in his heart, and then he was stimulated by Wang Boyi, Yuan Zhiyi provoked him, and he Being in such a position is already sensitive and suspicious, but Shuai Donglang's attitude...

Mo Junqi turned over and was facing the wall, imagining whether Shuai Donglang was brooding or falling asleep calmly at this time. Looking back on the past month of getting along, Shuai Donglang seemed to take care of him everywhere, and he was worried because of the knot in his heart. Put yourself in a miserable situation.Mo Junqi sighed, and You Ge said that after this incident, he became a person with a sharp mind, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Early the next morning, Huo Mei set off to pay homage to Mo Junqi's parents. When he left, he didn't ask Mo Junqi if he wanted to go back with her, but Mo Junqi didn't mention it either. He wanted to go back, but he didn't dare.

As for the culprit who made the relationship tense, it became very awkward for Mo Junqi and Shuai Donglang to be alone. Shuai Donglang was not a very talkative person, except for necessary conversations, he had almost no other language.

Bored at home all morning, Shuai Donglang went out alone after answering the phone in the afternoon, Mo Junqi nestled in the room, pretending not to know.

Drowsy and drowsy with nightmares until night, Mo Junqi opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the door opening. He was hungry and tired. Even though he didn't want to move, he couldn't starve to death on the bed.

There was a rustling sound from the next room, Mo Junqi paused as he walked to the door, scratched his hair in annoyance, propped himself against the wall and bit his lip in distress.

When the door was knocked, Mo Junqi still didn't think about the opening line, rubbed his pajamas, Mo Junqi half-closed his eyes and went to open the door, contemptuous of himself in his heart, what an act!

Shuai Donglang stood outside the door, the corner of his mouth was still bruised, and he asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

Mo Junqi shook his head, pretending to sound like he just woke up, and replied: "I just woke up."

Shuai Donglang raised his eyebrows, "I brought some takeaway back, let's wash up and go downstairs to eat."

Mo Junqi let out a groan, and his face became hot all of a sudden, feeling ashamed of himself.

There is only one takeaway, chicken chop curry stewed rice, Mo Junqi was hungry all afternoon, and he was so hungry when he smelled it, he took a few bites before he realized it, looked at Shuai Donglang on the sofa in the living room, and asked: "What about you?" ?”

"I've eaten." Shuai Donglang always had that emotionless expression, but this sentence made Mo Junqi's eyes warm.

After eating and clearing the table, Mo Junqi lingered and sat next to Shuai Donglang. The boy lowered his head to play with his mobile phone. The halo of the luminous light printed his face softly. Live the youthful beauty.

"Does it still hurt?" Mo Junqi stretched out his hand and gently tapped the wound on the corner of the boy's mouth.

Shuai Donglang was taken aback for a moment, turned his head away, with an unnatural expression on his face, "Have you washed your hands? It's much better."

"I'm sorry." Apart from being sorry, Mo Junqi couldn't find any other words to express this feeling at this moment, and the language of the scumbag was poor.

"Pretentious." The boy moved his body to put a little distance away from Mo Junqi.

Not only did Mo Junqi not care about this subtle physical rejection, but he wanted to tease him like a prank, and leaned against Shuai Donglang, leaning on his shoulder with his head tilted, Mo Junqi tilted his head slightly , Breathing over Shuai Donglang's neck, a kind of ambiguous thing spread around.

Mo Junqi might not be able to win against stamina, but Shuai Donglang is definitely no match for his thick skin. Shuai Donglang tilted his head and rubbed his shoulders against his ears, then turned his head to look at Mo Junqi, and saw that this man was staring at him with bright eyes. Looking at himself, he felt itchy all over his body, stood up and walked upstairs.

Seeing Shuai Donglang enter the room, Mo Junqi got up and turned on the TV, lay on the sofa and listened to the sound, took out his mobile phone and checked the news, one by one.

The day before the Ching Ming Festival, the media reported that the parents of the rescued girl paid homage to the Mo family, and took a photo with a slogan of gratitude in the title, but the content was about the process of the Mo family saving the little girl from being killed, which had long been written badly. Mo Junqi can recite the last punctuation mark at the first word, these people are endless, Mo Junqi scoffs, there is no limit to attracting attention!

In the era of advanced Internet, it is no longer necessary to rely on others to spread news. As long as Mo Junqi uses his brain a little, he can figure out that Shuai Donglang has nothing to do with this matter. the behavior of.

I regret it!Mo Junqi covered his eyes, and suddenly felt that he should discuss this matter with Shuai Donglang again.

Mo Junqi lingered by the door for a while, reached out to knock on the door, Shuai Donglang was wearing earphones reciting the words, but didn't hear him at all, Mo Junqi tried a little harder, but there was still no response from inside, so he had to go back to the room angrily.

Tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, the unspoken words stuck in his throat was very disgusting, Mo Junqi shook his leg, and accidentally bumped into the wall, the noise was loud but not painful.

A voice from next door said, "What are you doing?"

Mo Junqi hurriedly turned over and sat up, knocked on the wall, and asked, "Are you still asleep?"

"I woke up." Shuai Donglang's tone was not very good.

Mo Junqi did not apologize for this, and went straight to the point, "I think we need to talk."

Shuai Donglang clicked his tongue, turned over and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"A lot, open up all your thoughts and opinions, so that we can get along better in the future."

"No, sleep!"

Mo Junqi seemed to be possessed by Ren Bufan, insisting on discussing the ugly Yinmao, and chattered endlessly: "The reason why we fight is because we have no communication. Psychologists have said that communication is the key to getting along well between people. The most effective way, like why did I misunderstand you? Do you know why?"

"You're sick!" Shuai Donglang pulled the quilt over his head, and he was stuffy in the quilt, ignoring Mo Junqi.

The talk here was dry, but there was no movement there. Mo Junqi thumped the wall and shouted, "Hey, are you right? Let's say a word, we've reconciled."

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Mo Junqi persevered and knocked harder and harder. Shuai Donglang was so noisy that he knocked on the wall hard and asked in a bad tone: "What are you doing?!"

"I want to solemnly say sorry to you, why are you so angry?"

Shuai Donglang turned over, curled up into a ball and covered himself under the quilt, and said coldly, "No need! Stop arguing."

After resting for a while, there was another sound of knocking on the wall, followed by Mo Junqi's voice, "Don't be angry, we must live in peace, or Aunt Mei will be worried when she comes back."

Shuai Donglang didn't understand why this person insisted on entangled in a matter that turned the story, he huddled under the quilt and remained motionless, Mo Junqi didn't get a response, and after a while, he started knocking on the wall again.There is no movement here, but the knocking on the other side becomes more vigorous.

Shuai Donglang couldn't bear it anymore, got up directly, left the room in his pajamas, walked to the door of Mo Junqi's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened immediately, and Mo Junqi asked with a smile on his face, "What's wrong?"

Shuai Donglang grabbed Mo Junqi's collar and warned: "Don't knock again! If you knock again, I'll kill you!"

Mo Junqi stretched out his hand in front of Shuai Donglang, waved it non-stop, and said with a smile, "Please waste."

Shuai Donglang gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Junqi, grabbed Mo Junqi's wrist and pressed it against the wall, ruthlessly pinching the palm bone and breaking it down.

Mo Junqi took a deep breath, he didn't expect Shuai Donglang to be so ruthless, it's true.Mo Junqi pinched Shuai Donglang's wrist with the other hand, and raised his leg to hit his waist. Shuai Donglang stepped back and loosened his grip. Mo Junqi got a gap and pushed Shuai Donglang onto the bed with all his strength. With a flick, the whole person pressed up.

"Let go! What are you doing!"

Shuai Donglang was furious and raised his leg to hit Mo Junqi, but Mo Junqi pinned him down with his leg.Two buttons of Shuai Donglang's pajamas were undone in the struggle, revealing a large snow-white chest.Mo Junqi looked at him, breathing heavily, whether it was due to tiredness or visual impact.

Shuai Donglang struggled twice, then stopped suddenly, looked straight at Mo Junqi, and after being surprised, anger flashed in his eyes, he punched Mo Junqi in the face, kicked Mo Junqi away and returned angrily. own room.

Mo Junqi rubbed his face and sat on the floor in a daze.

Almost didn't sleep all night, when it was daylight, Mo Junqi got up and put on his sweatshirt to go for a run. He originally wanted to ease the atmosphere and make the future better, but now it was even more embarrassing. The more Mo Junqi ran, the more upset he was. He stopped his legs and took a breath, why did he have a physiological reaction at that moment?

On the way back, Mo Junqi frantically organized some words from the bottom of his heart to vindicate himself. As soon as he entered the door, he pretended to be relaxed and shook his head. Seeing that Shuai Donglang was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, Mo Junqi walked to the door of the kitchen shaking his hands.

"that……"

Shuai Donglang said without turning his head, "Have breakfast."

There was nothing wrong with the tone of voice, and there was nothing wrong with the expression on the side, so Mo Junqi had no choice but to stop talking and go to take a shower first.

The porridge was cooked just right, and the taste was just right. Sitting opposite each other, the atmosphere was harmonious. Mo Junqi felt that the time was right, and tentatively said, "Last night..."

"I was impulsive last night. I shouldn't have done it. I've considered what you said seriously. I should get along well and not make Boss Mei worry more." Shuai Donglang took over the conversation and said.

Some of the porridge from Mo Junqi's mouth fell into the bowl, and he couldn't figure out Shuai Donglang's thoughts for a while, so he could only reply in a nonchalant manner: "Yes, we should get along well, but I didn't do it right either, I'm not like that ,I am……"

"Friction creates heat, everyone is male, I understand." Shuai Donglang's sudden heroic style made Mo Junqi only able to utter a closed monosyllable.

"Oh."

The mid-term exam is approaching, Shuai Donglang changed his old idle study attitude, and went back to his room to do the questions after breakfast. It is a lie to say that he has a high IQ. It's just that you didn't see it when he was working hard, and Mo Junqi didn't. Pretentiously flipping through the book, and then throwing it away, getting up too early and feeling distracted, decided to sleep and recharge before reading.

Sleeping without a time limit made Mo Junqi wake up and the sky was dark. It had been raining for three days in Qingming, and the ground outside was still wet. Mo Junqi went downstairs, and Huo Mei had already returned, and was talking to Shuai Donglang chat.

Mo Junqi suddenly felt nervous, and he couldn't explain why, so he stood still at the corner of the building until Huo Mei found him.

"Jun Qi, what are you doing standing there?"

"Oh, Aunt Mei, are you back?" Mo Junqi walked in front of Huo Mei, feeling that Huo Mei didn't look as kind as before, with a kind of contemptuous reproach.

Huo Mei stretched out his hand to pull him, his hand was full of blood, showing raw bones, zombie nails glowed coldly, Mo Junqi's breathing became heavier suddenly, and he raised his eyes to look at Huo Mei, this is still Huo Mei, a skinny face showing half of his teeth , was smiling strangely, Mo Jun's face turned purple.

Both Huo Mei and Shuai Donglang were taken aback, Shuai Donglang stretched out his hand and tugged him, "Are you okay?"

Mo Junqi mechanically turned his head to look at Shuai Donglang, the boy was still the same boy, then looked at Huo Mei in a blink of an eye, it was still that terrifying face, Mo Junqi swallowed hard, blinked hard, and replied in a hoarse voice : "Aunt Mei, you are back."

Huo Mei pulled him to sit down, reached out to touch his forehead, "Are you all right? Did you catch a cold? The weather has been bad these two days."

With a pale face, Mo Junqi smiled weakly, "I fell asleep."

"Have you had a nightmare again?" Huo Mei got up, took out a black notebook from the suitcase, and handed it to Mo Junqi, "I went this time, and I went to see Xiaolu, and I also went to your house to have a look. I found this diary lying alone in a drawer, I don’t know if you know it exists, but I think you might want to keep it for your thoughts. Maybe there is something unexpected in it.”

Seeing Mo Junqi looking at her in surprise, Huo Mei smiled and said, "Don't worry, I haven't seen it."

Mo Junqi touched the notebook, and in his memory, he saw his father take it once, thinking that he was taking notes for work, and never thought that it had anything to do with him. Mo Junqi had a strong feeling in his heart that there might be something unexpected in it Content.

Seeing him holding it in a daze, Huo Mei rubbed his neck and said, "I'm a little tired, go rest first, don't think too much."

Mo Junqi nodded, Shuai Donglang got up and helped Huo Mei carry the luggage upstairs, leaving Mo Junqi alone in the living room.

The notebook is quite old, it looks very old, and the surface is a little worn. It is an old-fashioned strap lock. It is not difficult to open. Mo Junqi took off the strap, pinched the knuckles of his fingers, and opened it slowly.

The notebook records Mo Junqi's trivial things from childhood to adulthood, from the joy of being a father at the beginning to the day-by-day growth of the child, and the guilt of neglecting to accompany him due to work reasons. Changes in emotions, laughing for the first time, babbling for the first time, calling dad for the first time, toddling for the first time, and even fighting for the first time, the father did not blame, but reflected from himself. Most of the trivial things in life are touching and gratifying.

Mo Junqi looked at it, tears dripping down on the notebook, splashing a thin layer of dust.Turning to the end, Mo's father wrote with emotion: "My son has grown up and become a man. Maybe it's my fault of neglecting to accompany him, which made him take a different path from ordinary people, but then I thought, this is not It's a mistake. Even if I can't hold a grandson in the future, I will have two sons, and I firmly believe that our family will always be happy, because my son is so outstanding!"

The iron-blooded soldier is just an ordinary father in front of his children. He loves his children and is willing to accept everything about him, accompany him and encourage him, be proud of his successes, and saddened by his frustrations. Enemy, I am also unswervingly standing by your side are parents who do not care about rewards!

The stone that was pressing on the heart was suddenly removed, and instead of being relieved, it was the pain that accumulated after being pressed for too long.First, there was a stinging pain in a certain part of the heart, and then the flood of pain covered the entire heart. Mo Junqi gritted his teeth and tried to block the whimpering sound from his throat. The pain spread to the coating of his tongue until his entire face began to tremble. Mo Junqi opened his mouth and cried bitterly.

This is not a simple release of emotions. He has been tied up for too long by self-denial, self-blame, and his father's words are the hand holding the scissors, cutting the rope, allowing him to recognize himself again. He is not wrong, nor is he different, he is just Looking for another self, his parents still love him, and he is still such an excellent son of his father!

The boy's clear crying sounded in the empty living room. Shuai Donglang sat on the stairs, embracing his knees and resting his chin on his knees, watching with his mobile phone. The screen of the phone was black, and the boy's sad expression was reflected on the black screen Hi unknown.