I cried, I pretended

Song Mingwang was stunned for more than ten seconds. During these ten seconds, the surroundings were almost still, and he could even hear the wind blowing.

passing sound.

And Cheng Wang was very patient, just stood and looked at him with focused eyes.

Song Mingwang frowned, "...is what you said true?"

"Ah."

Cheng Wang smiled softly again: "Actually, I haven't thought about it either."

Song Mingwang didn't quite understand what he meant, "I haven't thought about anything, are you with me?"

"No, it's with anyone." Cheng Huang chose a more eclectic word after thinking about it.

Song Mingwang was surprised and asked: "Then do you still plan to be alone forever? Even if you are gay, you can't give up. Although there are few outstanding people like me, it is not impossible."

After he finished speaking, he was stunned again, denied what he said just now, shook his head and said to himself: "No, it just doesn't exist. I am the only one who is compatible with you in the world."

He looked at the calm Cheng Wang, and was really curious in his heart, wanting to find out the answer from his face.

"Why do you plan not to fall in love?"

Cheng Huang said indifferently: "There is no reason."

Song Mingwang pouted.Knowing that Cheng Wang must have something to say, it's fine if he doesn't say it, everyone has secrets, and he himself has secrets, so it's fair, and he feels that it's nothing after weighing it this way.

And now he is so happy in his heart, the corners of his mouth can't stop rising.

He said how could anyone not like him.

After returning to the inn, he couldn't wait to roll back and forth on Cheng Wang's big bed a few times, and was thrown down by the back collar by the unbearable Cheng Wang.

But he didn't mind, and even hummed a few times in a good mood.

On the way back to Jiangcheng, Tian Mengmeng was the first to notice something was wrong with him, "No, why are you smiling like something, and there haven't been any messy competitions lately."

Song Mingwang smiled, straightened out his chest and announced proudly: "I'm in love."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Tian Mengmeng spit out several lies from his mouth, "With who and with whom? It's true or not, I don't believe it, unless you show me the photo, isn't it pretty?"

"Forget it if you don't believe it."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of some threats: "You are not allowed to tell others about this matter. Just forget about the previous few times. If you speak louder this time, I will really ignore you."

"Okay, then you can tell if it's from our school."

Song Mingwang hesitated for a while, but did not forget Tian Mengmeng's mouth, so he decided to lie, and shook his head hesitantly.

Anyway, he didn't say anything.

Tian Mengmeng's expression still felt a bit magical, he never expected that Song Mingwang was still the seedling of puppy love, and the most important thing was that he actually got out of the single earlier than himself.

So who is it? !

After confirming the relationship, Song Mingwang wanted to be tired of being with him all day long, but now it was winter vacation, and Song Yulan brought him "bad news" after returning home.

This New Year must go to his grandmother's house, which means that he and Cheng Wang have just confirmed their relationship, and they will fly overseas thousands of kilometers away.

I haven't been in love yet, and I'm in a different place.

Song Mingwang's grandmother's home is in the outskirts of London, and she owns a large farm. Whenever he thinks of Cheng Huang, he will secretly go to the dairy shed to make videos for him.

After the meal, Song Mingwang planned to go out to make a video with Cheng Wang, so he found an excuse to go out, but he forgot the charging treasure and came back to get it. He accidentally heard his mother chatting with his grandma in the kitchen. He didn't care at first, but just wanted to When he left, he heard his mother sigh.

"Do you think he will remember things from his childhood?"

"Whatever you are thinking about, you will definitely not remember. He was so young at that time. What kind of memory can a three-year-old have?"

"Mom, you don't know how I've lived these past few years. I always feel sorry for that child, and no amount of compensation is enough. Whenever I see him, I think of what happened back then. I almost...almost..."

"Okay, it doesn't matter about you, it's all his father's fault. I didn't agree with the thing that was inferior to a beast, and you insisted on fighting with us."

"..."

"You made a fuss about marrying him back then, and your father and I were so angry that we left the country and ignored you. Now that I think about it, we were also at fault. If we hadn't broken contact with you at that time, we wouldn't have allowed you to be tortured like that."

"Don't mention it, don't mention it, anyway, your life is better now."

"How about that kid? I don't think he looks like his father, but he just doesn't know if he looks like him or not."

"Wang Wang is a very smart and kind child, mom, don't be prejudiced against him."

"...I know, I know, I'll just ask casually."

Song Mingwang went back to the cowshed and sat for a while, then took out his mobile phone and played a video for Cheng Wang. Even though the cowshed was cleaned very clean, he always felt that there was still a smell.

"What are you doing?"

In the video, Li Cheng is squinting his eyes and smoking a cigarette, and is bending slightly, as if he is picking out parts.

"Repair the car."

Cheng Huan answered briefly, looked up at Song Mingwang's face, noticed the slightly red corners of his eyes, and couldn't help frowning: "Are you crying?"

Song Mingwang quickly denied it, and changed the subject hesitantly, "Did you repair the locomotive that picked me up earlier?"

Cheng Wang paused, "Well, help me fix it."

"Do you still have this?"

Cheng Wang looked up at him again, and the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Without you, you are so versatile, maybe you can milk cows."

He understood the sarcasm in his words, and knew that he must have seen behind him, so he couldn't help blushing and explained.

"It's not all to see you, otherwise what will my mother do if they find out."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows and asked back: "What should I do?"

Song Mingwang made a gesture: "Of course, it's a stick to beat the mandarin duck."

When Cheng Wang heard the idiom he described, he couldn't help laughing: "What's going on in your head."

Song Mingwang pointed to his head, complacently: "Knowledge, everything here is knowledge."

Cheng smirked.

Song Mingwang couldn't help covering his nose again, and said in a muffled voice, "But this place really smells bad, my legs are numb from squatting."

Cheng Wang said: "Then be obedient, be good, and turn off the phone."

"How long can I see you, it feels like a long time."

"How long? I remember you went abroad for just two weeks."

"you remember!"

Cheng Huan was stunned, with a flash of uneasiness on his face.

"Then I will call you when I return to China, and you will come to pick me up! I want to see you first."

Cheng Huang smiled, stood up and picked up the phone, "You're quite clingy."

Song Mingwang chuckled, then slapped him across the screen, then wiped his mouth as if he felt dirty, and wiped the screen again.

"You must remember, or I will be angry."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Having said that, Song Mingwang was actually very nervous. Up to now, he had no real feeling of being with Cheng Wang, so when he really appeared at the airport, he would ignore Song Yulan and pounce on him. in the arms.

Due to the effect of inertia, Cheng Wang took a few steps back, then patted his trembling back, seemed to be in a good mood and smiled

"Okay, your mother is still behind."

Song Yulan obviously still remembered Cheng Wang, although he came back to pick up the plane a little unexpectedly, but she didn't think much about it, and exchanged pleasantries with him politely.

"Mom, I went to play with my classmates."

Song Mingwang didn't even have time to say anything more to Song Yulan, and dragged Cheng Huang away in a hurry.

After leaving the airport, the two called a taxi.

Cheng Wang smoothed the hem of his clothes that Song Mingwang had wrinkled, and then glanced sideways at him.

"Where?"

Song Ming looked beaming: "Take me to play."

He didn't say the location because he didn't have a destination either. Cheng Wang sighed lightly when he saw this, and then gave the driver an address.

"Let's go to Mingfang Road."

Mingfang Road is located on the North Second Ring Road. It is a famous night center in Jiangcheng. It is next to the canal. There are all kinds of stalls along the road. There are all kinds of food and entertainment. At night, it is brightly lit and very lively.

After getting out of the car, Cheng Wang put his hands in his trouser pockets, glanced lazily at Song Mingwang, and said, "Can we talk now?"

Song Mingwang didn't react: "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Wang: "Tell me why you were crying that day."

Song Mingwang didn't expect that he still remembered that incident now, remembering the conversation between Song Yulan and his grandmother that day, he opened his mouth, but finally couldn't say anything.

Seeing that the chattering person just now quieted down, Cheng Huang frowned slightly, staring at him intently, waiting patiently for his answer.

Song Mingwang scratched his hair: "It's just some things at home."

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows, obviously meaning to listen attentively.

When he was hesitating whether to speak or not, he suddenly smelled the strong aroma of barbecue coming from the booth. Cheng Wang saw his nose twitching continuously, as if he smelled delicious small animals, and his originally indifferent expression softened.

"Do you want to eat it or not?"

Song Mingwang wanted to refuse at first, but couldn't bear the scent, and a tangled expression appeared on his face.

"My reason tells me this is a paradise for microbes and bacteria."

"and then?"

"But my body is honest."

"Yeah." Cheng Juan couldn't help adding a little smile to his eyes. "Wipe the corners of your mouth."

Song Mingwang quickly wiped his saliva.

In the end, the two still sat at the stall and ordered a plate of vegetarian dishes to roast. The reason why they didn't order meat was because Cheng Wang refused, saying that the meat here was not clean.

When the barbecue was served, Cheng Juan went to the side and bought a glass of apple juice and handed it to him. Song Mingwang's face wrinkled up after taking a sip.

"Is it bad?"

Cheng Wang took a sip, then frowned imperceptibly and said, "Well, it's quite sour."

Song Mingwang took a sip of plain water to moisten his throat, "It's so hard to drink."

"Then don't drink it." Cheng Wang threw it into the trash can.

Song Ming glanced at him, then looked down at the plastic cup in the trash can, as if thinking of something, he muttered something.

"Speak up."

Cheng Huan's tone was neither light nor serious, but Song Ming Wang was shocked. He coughed a few times, pretending not to care, and said, "Do you think this is an indirect kiss?"

"..."

After a while, the corners of Cheng Lu's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"What are you laughing at?" Song Mingwang stared at him dissatisfied.

Cheng Huang raised his eyebrows: "You were not so shy when you kissed me."

There was a "pa—" because Song Mingwang accidentally touched the table because he moved too much, and he covered his ears and shook his head frantically, chanting with his eyes closed.

"Can't hear can't hear."

Cheng Wang rested one hand on the table and rested his chin on the other, looking at him intently.

After killing the barbecue, the two of them ran to a booth with rings. Song Mingwang knew this kind of game. Although he didn't have much chance to play it when he was a child, he couldn't move his feet now that he was interested.

"Ten yuan and five circles, you can take it away if you win the set."

Cheng Wang bought twenty circles for him to play with, but he was not very skilled, so he wasted more than ten in a row, and he didn't stop until there was only the last one left.

"Come and try."

He handed over the last lap to Cheng Wang, but he didn't have much hope in his heart.

"Which one do you like?" Cheng Wang asked him, tilting his head.

"That." Song Mingwang pointed to a palm-sized ceramic cat, which he thought looked a bit like the fat orange cat from Cheng Huan's family.

It's a pity that the ring is too small, and it may not fit well if it is a lot bigger than the ceramic cat.

Cheng Wang took out his other hand from his trouser pocket, weighed it around, squinted his eyes at the ceramic cat for a while, and then threw it out.

When the circle drew a beautiful arc in the air, it finally landed on the ground and spun around for a while, then hung on the ear of the ceramic cat.

"Wow! It's a hit!"

Song Mingwang couldn't help hugging him, and smiled excitedly: "Why are you so good?"

Anyone who heard such words would not be in a bad mood, Cheng Wang stroked the hairy head in his arms, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

But there was still a small accident. The stall owner insisted that it must be completely set to count, and the hanged ones would not be counted.

This aroused Song Mingwang's competitive spirit, and he immediately bought ten more rings. He didn't know if he learned the skills after practicing for a long time or something, and finally won the tenth ring.

Song Mingwang took the ceramic cat he got and looked left and right, unable to put it down.

But unexpectedly, after reading it, he gave it to Cheng Wang, "This is for you."

"Don't you like it?" Cheng Wang was a little surprised.

"It was meant to be set for you. Don't you think it looks a lot like your cat?"

"The lifespan of a cat is much shorter than that of a human. After it is gone, you can still think of a cat when you see it, and then think of a cat as a human."

"..."

"Yes, just miss me."

"..."

"Take it, I will check it when I go to your house in the future, and it must be placed in your room."

"..."