your name is so tricky

Mr. Ao has always had a habit of watching prime-time dramas at eight o'clock in the evening.Hao Fang never watched it before, and neither did He Yu.Regarding this similarity, He Yu said that as an art student, and a student of painting, he has long been edified to the point of vulgarity, and his taste, knowledge and connotation must not be the same as that of ordinary people.Hao Fang is noncommittal to this statement, but he doesn't think he is different. It is definitely not enough to judge a person's inner life by watching dramas alone.

However, the eight o'clock file has the charm of the eight o'clock file. Generally, after watching the first four or five episodes, you have to pay attention to the plot.Before Mr. Ao moved in, Hao Fang’s TV was still a 42-inch color TV, not to mention bulky and with poor picture quality.In order to follow the drama well, Mr. Ao immediately changed to a [-]-inch LCD TV.At that time, what he pursued most crazily was "The Temptation of Going Home". This drama was very popular at the time, and sometimes people could hear the theme song from it while walking in the streets and alleys.Hao Fang would occasionally sit down and watch for a while, because he missed too much, Mr. Ao would fill him up on the plot from time to time.

In fact, I didn't feel that this drama was different from other dramas at the time, it was nothing more than the same old routine.It's just that Mr. Ao's expression was too vivid when he explained the plot, so he was attracted without thinking.He felt that Mr. Ao's face was better than that of TV dramas.

The advantage of watching TV series is to relieve stress and relax the mood, but the disadvantage is that it is easy to make people cranky.Hao Fang is a realist, but Mr. Ao is an idealist.Therefore, the idealist Mr. Ao would watch the drama with red eye circles and put himself into it, but Hao Fang was never moved by the plot.He often said, it's all fake, it's all fake...

But when I am also in a plot like a bloody drama, I can't control my fantasy.

During the Spring Festival last year, on that night full of fireworks, Hao Fang expressed his heart to Mr. Ao.But as soon as I said it, I already regretted it, and hoped that the fireworks were too loud that day, and the other party could not hear clearly.Later, things developed so fast that before they could seriously sigh, that person had already erected a decisive barrier between them.Mr. Ao occupies the dominant position, acts swiftly and resolutely, and comes and goes in a hurry.

His appearance is still different, and anyone who sees him will mistake him for an idiot.However, he, who has never done anything, seems to have caused a lot of harm to the other party.Hao Fang has never been his opponent, he is not as good as him in physical combat and psychological warfare.But most of all, he couldn't help himself.It's like a magnet is installed inside the body, once the opponent turns his back, he can't get close to him, and when the opponent turns around, he is attracted again, and often only in an instant.

With Mr. Ao's constant harassment day and night, the day passed to New Year's Eve in no time.This night was different from the night a year ago. Hao Fang stayed with his stepfather to watch the new year with his mother and younger brother.Because it is close to his home, he will go home after the New Year's Eve. Although his mother repeatedly persuaded him to live there, he still refused on the grounds of accepting the bed.

The fireworks are at their most splendid moment, and there is only deafening noise in the whole city.Hao Fang walked slowly in the dark night, feeling a little lonely and melancholy.On the way, he sent a message to Mr. Ao, asking him what he was doing, but the other party never replied.Thinking about not going back tonight, he was either asleep, or the house was too busy, so it was normal that he couldn't care less about looking at his phone.

Hao Fang admitted that when he walked downstairs to his house and saw Mr. Ao's car parked there, he almost couldn't hold back his tears.Mr. Ao was leaning against the car, with a cigarette in his mouth, flickering on and off.Wisp after wisp of green smoke swayed in the night wind, and when it touched Mr. Ao's face, the smoke dissipated.

He was wearing a black woolen overcoat, the collar was half turned up, and his head was partially retracted.Although it is not considered a world of ice and snow, it is almost below zero. I don't know how long he has been standing there.

Hearing footsteps and seeing Hao Fang coming, he immediately stretched his neck.Across the night and through a thick layer of lenses, the smile in his eyes still overflowed gently.He said: "Seeing that you are not at home, I wanted to call you, but I thought you should have gone back to your mother, so..."

"So you're acting like an idiot, standing here blowing the cold wind on New Year's Eve?"

"But you are here, I didn't wait in vain."

"..." I really didn't know what to say about him, so I simply didn't say anything.

Mr. Ao opened the trunk and pointed to the boxes of fireworks inside.Lao Ao bought the fireworks specially for the Chinese New Year, and planned to go back to the countryside to use them in the first year of junior high school.After Mr. Ao saw it, he didn't care whether Lao Ao would beat him or not, he picked out a few boxes and brought the biggest one.He had no interest in setting off fireworks, but he thought Hao Fang would like it.

Fireworks are not allowed in the community. Fortunately, there is a river not far away. Thinking that no one would be there in the middle of the night, the two drove there.

Mr. Ao has fished here before, but he doesn't know whether the big ones have been caught clean or the river water is too polluted. Every time he catches small fishes as long as fingers.The lawn is well trimmed, and there are many camphor trees planted on both sides of the river, which not only repel mosquitoes, but also provide shade.In summer, I have seen people come here for self-service barbecue. People in twos and threes are sitting in the shade of the trees, eating barbecue and blowing the cool breeze. Just looking at it makes people feel refreshed.

Tonight, even if it is colder and later, the surroundings are still beautiful.The two walked one after the other, the fireworks in their hands blocked their sight, and the yellow grass under their feet was soft, making a rustling sound when it rubbed against their shoes.

Because of smoking, Mr. Ao always carried a lighter with him.After pulling out the fuse of the firework, he pushed Hao Fang aside, as if he was lighting a bomb instead of a firework.The person who was pushed away laughed a little, thinking that this person's demeanor must have penetrated into the bone marrow, and every move was a gentleman's posture.

After the fireworks are arranged one by one, the fuses are lit one by one.After about a few seconds, sparks shot out from bottom to top, rushing to the sky with the power ready to go.After the deafening sound, a world of fiery trees and silver flowers opened up in the sky.All kinds of colors gathered together, and the emitted light illuminated half of the sky.There are wicker-shaped ones, disc-shaped ones, and some that change colors and explode violently during ascension.However, no matter how beautiful it is, it is only a momentary thing. After burning, what falls down is ashes after all.

Hao Fang raised his head, and the colorful fireworks reflected each other, and it was another scene that fell into his eyes, with waves like a river, like flowers in a mirror like the moon in the water.That silent and delicate face was flickering by the firelight.Mr. Ao wanted to stretch out his hand to wipe away all the haze covering his face, leaving only a bright and thorough one.

The palm of the hand was wrapped in warmth, and the warm current seemed to flow back and forth along the blood in the blood vessels.Hao Fang turned his hand away and clasped his five fingers tightly.His palms are big and thick, and his fingers are strong, but with a slight retraction, his hands are completely under Mr. Ao's control.The moment before the fireworks stopped, Hao Fang was pulled into his arms by the person beside him, and his clasped hands were pressed against his chest.The impact in his chest was strong and powerful, and he whispered, "Hao Fang."

He didn't answer, and Mr. Ao still held his body tightly in his arms.Finally, Mr. Ao's head left his neck, and his lips stuck together.

The glasses that got in the way were taken off. It was a long and light kiss, lingering and entangled in the distance.When the tongue tips touched each other, a paralyzing electric current flowed through Hao Fang's body.He was almost half hugged by Mr. Ao, with his hands wrapped around his neck, his waist was tightly clasped, and firmly fixed in Mr. Ao's palm.

The fireworks have stopped, and only the moonlight is falling at this time.Hao Fang's lips were shiny, and his eyes were a little hazy, just like the blurred feeling when he just woke up.Mr. Ao's peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and he smiled so beautifully that even the crescent moon on weekdays would hide in the dark clouds in shame, and then he said: "It seems that you can get drunk not only from drinking, but also from kissing." .”

Hearing this, the blurred eyes instantly cleared up, and he sipped at Mr. Ao's lower lip.Mr. Ao was bitten painfully, but he could only make a "woo woo" sound.Hao Fang didn't bite hard, but he didn't let go for a long time, until the smell of blood came from his mouth, and then he knew that he had bitten hard.

As soon as he let go, his teeth were pried open again.Mr. Ao's tongue drove straight in, wandering in his mouth domineeringly and forcefully, it will no longer be as gentle as before.Teeth collided with teeth, and the bloody smell still lingered between the lips and teeth, with a slight sweet smell, and in the end it was somewhat clear whether the blood belonged to Mr. Ao or his.

When he was let go again, Hao Fang panted lightly without saying a word.His lips were slightly swollen, and he seemed angry when he didn't speak.Only Mr. Ao was smiling all the time, with a complacent and wild smile, as if he had just returned from a victorious battle.On the way back, he held the steering wheel with one hand, but with the other hand he began to grab Hao Fang's hand, as if he could never let go...