I cried, I pretended

Cheng Wang also saw him, but his expression didn't change at all, and he walked straight towards him without feeling guilty at all.

Before Song Mingwang's small fist landed on him, he heard him say first: "Let's go first."

Song Mingwang let out a sigh: "But they..."

Cheng Wang glanced at the phone, it should be calling a car: "Don't worry about them."

Song Mingwang happened to have almost eaten, so after thinking about it, he decided to listen to Cheng Wang's words.

After the two left, Tang Qin came out and saw Bai Zhi standing there alone with his head bowed silently, so he couldn't help asking curiously, "Bai Zhi, why are you standing outside?"

Bai Zhi raised his head to reveal a pale face, and pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty: "...I'll go in right away."

Seeing him like this, Tang Qin couldn't help frowning, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly?"

Bai Zhi pursed his lips and smiled forcedly: "...haha no, maybe it's because he drank some wine."

...

In line with the principle of carrying out the rebellious youth to the end, Song Mingwang decided not to return home, and proposed to spend the night at Cheng Wang's house tonight. He is already familiar with this matter, anyway, it is not the first time.

Sure enough, Cheng Wang didn't refuse him, but just asked him to call his mother.

Song Mingwang didn't take it seriously. Have you ever seen a rebellious boy who didn't return home and called his parents to report.

But under Cheng Huan's invisible and oppressive gaze, he still obediently sent a message to Song Yulan, still muttering unconvinced in his heart, and those who hadn't run away even sent a message in advance saying that I was going to run away from home.

When I arrived at Cheng Fan's house, Grandma Cheng was not surprised to see him coming, and even asked him to burn his feet, saying that the hot water had just boiled.

Cheng Wang came out with a basin, poured hot water into it, and started soaking his feet.

He was sitting at the door of the living room, in front of Cheng Juan's house, Cheng Juan was feeding the cat, the orange cat rubbed against his hand, and then circled around his feet.

Song Mingwang did not forget the scene he saw in the hotpot restaurant, and the words he said broke the peaceful atmosphere at the moment.

"What did you say to Bai Zhi just now, it was so dishonest."

Cheng Huan glanced at him, his eyes fell on his feet, and he frowned slightly, obviously not agreeing with his way of bringing the basin out of the bathroom.

"It's nothing."

"Liar." Song Mingwang seemed to have a burst of fire in his heart. He realized that it was jealousy belatedly. After realizing it, he began to feel angry again. Why was he the only one who had this kind of emotion? Cheng Huang It never does.

Cheng Wang's hands were stained with soil because he had just pulled the flowers and plants in the yard. He unscrewed the water pipe and flushed. Hearing his words, he turned his head slightly, raised one eyebrow, and shook the water droplets on his hands.

"What's the matter with you recently?"

Hearing his rhetorical question, Song Mingwang didn't know how to answer him. He watched the little yellow duck wriggling towards him with funny steps, making noisy quacking noises at his feet.

He squatted slightly, buried his chin in his knees, reached out and touched the duck's head, and muttered: "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

The reason why he loves to think wildly is because Cheng Wang never said he likes him, and the two of them got together at the beginning because he took the initiative.

Although in the end Cheng Wang agreed and said to give it a try, but he didn't know if Cheng Wang really liked him, or he just let nature take its course with a playful attitude, or was bothered by him to see his pitiful decision Talk for a while.

The more Song Mingwang thought about it, the more outrageous he felt that his head was starting to hurt.

If only liking someone was as easy as solving a problem. Under given conditions, no matter what the process is, there will only be a fixed answer to a math problem.

Even if something unexpected happens during the answering process, he can still get back to the correct answer after going round and round, but this kind of thing is completely different, and he doesn't know how to solve this century-old problem.

Cheng Wang came over and stretched out his foot to lightly kick the duck's butt, and said lightly: "I've grown fat, it's almost ready to eat."

Song Ming just looked at it and forgot the sadness that came out of his heart just now, and widened his eyes: "You are serious."

Cheng Wang seemed to give him a strange look: "Otherwise what do you think?"

"I thought you were joking."

Cheng Wang entered the living room and turned on the fan in the house. The fan they used was an old-fashioned oscillating fan. Because it hadn't been used for a long time, it creaked a few times when it was turned on, but at least it returned to normal rotation.

He had already taken a change of clothes and went into the bathroom to take a shower. While turning on the light inside, he talked to Cheng Wang: "That means you don't know me well enough."

This sentence made Song Mingwang subconsciously dissatisfied, and started to speak directly across the bathroom.

"Cheng Wang, male, 189 in height, likes to play basketball, read novels, or the kind of unnutritious fantasy martial arts novels, poor grades, but he pretends, knows how to fight, knows people in the society, and loves to drag a piece of paper Smelly face, talkative and unreasonable, good at part-time jobs."

It's a pity that I couldn't see the delusional expression in the bathroom, and I couldn't feel elated.

"Why did you turn on the fan at this time?" Grandma Cheng came out of the back room with a shawl on, couldn't help but turn off the fan, and said reproachfully, "I'm not afraid of catching a cold."

"Cheng Huan opened it." Song Mingwang sold it decisively.

"This child..." Grandma Cheng couldn't help nagging, "It's still the same as when I was a child, afraid of heat but not cold."

Song Mingwang always heard Grandma Cheng talk about Cheng Juan when he was a child, and he also wondered what the little Cheng Juan he had never seen looked like, and whether he also had such a cold and cruel personality.

When Grandma Cheng heard him ask, she seemed to be recalling something funny, "It's about the same, haha, Cheng Huan was beaten because of this incident when he was young."

"really?"

"That person seemed to be the child of his neighbor at that time, a few years older than him, and he was the bully of that street, because Cheng Wang didn't fit in with others, and according to what the child told the adults later, it was because his name was Cheng Wang and he didn't like him. Reasonable, so I decided to clean him up."

"Two and a half-year-old children beat them very hard. Cheng Wang was only seven or eight years old at the time, and he was not ambiguous at all in the fight. He would throw a stone on the head. His mother was so angry at the time. He repaired it well."

"There are still more." Song Mingwang's eyes lit up, wanting to hear more stories.

"Other than that, there is nothing else... Let me think about it, yes, there is one more thing. When I go to see his mother, I will bring gifts for him and the children of his relatives. The oldest child is always the last to pick."

"He won't say what toys he likes. When adults ask him what toys he likes, he will just point to one."

"why?"

"He is the oldest child, and what he usually does looks cool to other children, so it is because he has a kind of admiration mentality. Everyone likes what he likes, and they must play with the same toys as him. .”

Song Mingwang was stunned.

Grandma Cheng said: "At that time, he pointed at the toy casually, and the other children were clamoring for that, and the parents who made the disturbance all had a terrible headache."

"Then how did you find out?"

Grandma Cheng sighed, "Who would put the toys they don't like and just be left by their pillows to sleep."

The Cheng Wang she described was a bit different from the current one. His first impression of Cheng Wang was that this person was covered in ice, and that no matter what he said or did, he always had the feeling of not getting close to strangers.

Although the previous Cheng Wang was not very gregarious, his life was lively, full of flesh and blood, and a little clever. The things Grandma Cheng said should have happened before he knew his identity.

"Although he has grown up, some things have not changed. Cheng Wang is the same now. He hides everything he likes so that no one will know what he likes."

Song Mingwang's heart moved.

With a "click", the door of the bathroom opened, and Cheng Wang came out from inside. There was still a towel around his neck, and the water droplets from the ends of his hair slid down his face along the brow bone, and finally dripped on the floor.

His pupils were dark, and the figures of the two were reflected in them.

Song Mingwang didn't know how to write the word "guilty", so he directly laughed at Cheng Huang.

"Were you ever beaten when you were a child?"

I don't know if Cheng Wang heard their conversation clearly in the room, as far as his expression is concerned, he didn't show the slightest difference, he just wiped his hair with a towel, and said lightly, "Because I know it's nothing good for him to call me."

"what does it mean?"

"It means to tell you to shut up." Song Ming flicked his forehead lightly.

At night, Cheng Juan and Song Mingwang still slept in the same room, lying on the same bed, Song Mingwang's mood was different from before.

As for how to further communicate between the two boys, he had already searched for relevant information on the Internet and was short of taking notes. He even endured the torment in his heart and went to GV to watch it, but who would have thought that he would download it just for comparison? Meng works.

As soon as he opened it, he saw such an exciting picture, so frightened that he quickly turned off the video, and instinctively felt disgusted. If he hadn't reacted to Cheng Wang before, he would have doubted his sexual orientation again.

He tossed and turned on the bed, and Cheng Wang couldn't fall asleep, so he resisted the temper of throwing him out, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to sleep or not?"

Song Mingwang had no choice but to stop torturing him, lay down flat and calmed down, he stared at the ceiling, recalling that Cheng Wang hardly did anything to him in that regard.

The two of them haven't even had an ordinary kiss since they were together.

Song Mingwang thought about it for a long time, but in the end he still couldn't bear to ask Cheng Huang.

He closed his eyes angrily, and didn't want to kiss her. He still doesn't like kissing others.

Just as he was thinking wildly, Cheng Wang turned over and faced him, his face was as calm as water, he did not close his eyes, opened them and stared at Song Mingwang for a moment, the dark eyes also added a little bit of light under the moonlight through the window. Very hazy.

"What are you looking at me for?" Song Mingwang groaned, shaking his hands dishonestly, looking like "I just can't sleep, what can you do to me".

Cheng Wan slightly hooked his lips, although the curve was extremely shallow, he really smiled.

He closed his eyes and leaned forward to gently kiss Song Mingwang's forehead. His lips were slightly cool, and his breath sprayed between Song Mingwang's upper ears as he leaned over. It made him itchy, and he couldn't help but blush.

Although it just passed by like a dragonfly on water, it created ripples in his heart.

Song Mingwang blinked, feeling his heart beating too fast.

Before he could say anything, he heard Cheng Wang's whisper.

"Good night, Mingming."