Cultivation of the present

Bao Xiaoming couldn't finish his homework at all, Mu Ge and that beggar have been in the bathroom for three hours, three hours!

He was still studying hard for the first hour, but he was hungry in the second hour, and he cooked and waited for them to come out to eat together. In the third hour, he couldn't hold back his curiosity anymore, and eavesdropped on the door of the bathroom.

There were low and subdued groans coming from the door, Bao Xiaoming was familiar with Mu Xuan and knew it was not his voice.

That's someone else's!

Bao Xiaoming only felt that a thunderbolt hit him on the head, smashing him to pieces.He still remembered that the most unusual time for Brother Mu was the time when a fool and beggar was bullied, and he was so frightened at that time!Mu Ge raised his fist and beat the tall and burly high school students to the brim. The force was almost man-eating, and he was terrified.But at that time, the fool called Mu Ge "good guy", and Mu Ge smiled prettier than the school girl in the next class, what does this mean!

What does this represent!

Bao Xiaoming didn't know either...

As a junior high school student who didn't even have time to sneak a peek at porn, a boy or girl holding a small hand and kissing a small mouth is enough for him to fantasize for a long time.In the era when the Internet was not popular, Bao Xiaoming, who was poor and had no money and no time to secretly go to Internet cafes, still lived the days when watching TV and seeing the heroine and heroine kissing would cover his eyes with his hand with huge finger slits.

He really can't understand such a pure child, who is gay, who is a double-cultivator, and who is a god of furnaces!

But understanding must mean not being aware, Bao Xiaoming intuitively felt that something was wrong with these two, but he didn't know why he had such a feeling of being afraid, curious, stimulating and worried, like eating a forbidden fruit.

"Hmph..." Bao Xiaoming's heart skipped a beat as the idiot's subdued snort came from the room.

"It hurts, it hurts..." The idiot's voice was so aggrieved and worthy of sympathy, Bao Xiaoming grinned his mouth wide, put four fingers in it, and bit it gently.

"Hold on, it'll be over soon, fuck, it's bleeding!" This was Mu Xuan's voice, and Bao Xiaoming bit his mouthful of fingers hard.

"Uncomfortable... Good man, uncomfortable..." The fool seemed to be crying, Bao Xiaoming couldn't bear to look directly and closed his eyes, but in fact he couldn't see at all...

"How uncomfortable it is, turn around and see for yourself, how beautiful this place is." Hearing what Mu Xuan said, Bao Xiaoming didn't know why, but felt that he should rush in, but he was afraid of what he would see.What to do, he knows another secret of Brother Mu, will he be silenced...

The little fat man put his hand on the door, gritted his teeth, and planned to push hard. He...

"Bao Xiaoming, get the hell out of here, the meal is ready, set the table!" Mu Xuan slammed it with the sound of hail, Bao Xiaoming shrank his neck, and immediately ran to put the food on the table.

When he was ready for everything, the two people in the bathroom finally came out. Bao Xiaoming was afraid of seeing something that shouldn't be seen, so he turned his head tremblingly...

Where did the watermelon rind come from?

It's enviable for a fool to be washed and scrubbed clean, but what is it on his head? The bangs are the same from front to back, and a watermelon hijab is wrapped around his ears in an unusually neat way.No, he clearly remembered that the fool used to be a head of flowing non-mainstream long hair, but now he turned into a gnawed watermelon!

There was also the bleeding scar on the back of the neck, Bao Xiaoming couldn't help helping his forehead, quickly found alcohol cotton and band-aids, and handed them to Mu Xuan.

The idiot looked at the glasses and lowered his head in pain, but someone patted his head and said, "Well, it looks pretty good."

Bao Xiaoming and the idiot stared at Mu Xuan in unison, as if they couldn't believe that the words came from his mouth.So what, Brother Mu, are you really kidding?Who taught you the aesthetics of the 70s?No, even fools know it's not good-looking!

Bao Xiaoming complained in his heart, lowered his head to eat silently, saw that the idiot was in so much pain that he couldn't even take a few mouthfuls of food, Comrade Xiao Ming's sympathy finally defeated his reverence and fear for him, Brother Mu, and he dragged the idiot and ran out.He ran all the way to the barber shop on the corner, and gave the fool a very ordinary, ordinary crew cut for three yuan.

The fool looked at himself in the mirror, stroked the fluffy head, hehe.

Bao Xiaoming looked at Mu Xuan who was following behind, and said in his eyes: "Look, a fool knows what is beautiful and what is ruining!"

Mu Xuan's day was covered with dark clouds, and the steamed stuffed bun shop under his influence was extremely dull.

The next day at the school sports meeting, Mu Xuan forced Bao Xiaoming to sign up for the 5000-meter long-distance race, but he himself skipped the sports meeting and led the idiot to sign a house purchase contract with the other party, and was also preparing to handle the property transfer.

Mu Bai was born with a good appearance, and he was tall and tall. He looked to be between 18 and 25 years old, so he was considered an adult.In addition, he looks stable (dumb) and heavy (crazy), giving people a feeling of Guo Jing, which is easy to put people at ease, and taking him with him is much better than Mu Xuan as a child.

"Do you remember?" Mu Xuan repeated what he had taught the idiot all night, "I said 'how is it brother' and you said 'um', and when I said 'is it okay brother' you said 'this is really inappropriate' , if I kick your leg, you can say 'this child is my only family member, listen to him', and you are not allowed to say a word the rest of the time, understand?"

Mu Bai recited it silently, then nodded obediently.

The site of buying a house——

The seller looked at his elder brother on the left, feeling relieved, and then looked at the child, feeling a little worried.Opened to talk about the conditions, my brother didn't say a word, just nodded and said "Yeah", the rest is a kid who decides, the seller felt Sensen's worry and inappropriateness, so he said to Mu Bai: "You have been delegating power all the time. , Let a child interfere, is that okay, brother?"

The seller didn't know Mu Bai's name and called him brother after Mu Xuan...

As soon as Mu Xuan heard it, he knew he was going to suffer, and as expected, Mu Bai quickly replied like a conditioned reflex: "This is really inappropriate."

As soon as the seller's eyes lit up, he immediately said, "Then let the children play in the past, okay, brother?"

Mu Bai nodded: "Yeah"

Mu Xuan: ...

Come on, let's do insanity

Mu Xuan's soul-stirring technique is not very powerful, and it is difficult for a strong-willed person to work.Fortunately, the seller had long been thinking about selling the house, and Mu Xuan didn't bargain with him. The only concern was that the buyer was too young and his brother didn't make decisions. As long as he used the soul-stirring technique to guide him a little, he would succeed.

Originally, Mu Xuan didn't expect Mu Bai to be effective, but he still didn't expect it to be to such an extent.

After signing the contract with the seller, paying the money, and applying for the transfer of ownership, in just one day, Mu Xuan and Bao Xiaoming finally had their own nest.Although the name of this nest is someone else for the time being, but considering that this other person will also become a burden for Mu Xuan, it is not considered an outsider.

After this period of training, Bao Xiaoming can still insist on 5000 meters. However, everyone in the sports meeting runs very fast. Even if he wants to jog, he is embarrassed to slow down. In the end, he ran eighth in his age, which is unbearable. On the last place to win.

When he ran to the finish line, Bao Xiaoming's eyes were blurred, and there was a buzzing in his ears. He couldn't see or hear him. He only vaguely knew that a classmate was supporting him, not letting him sit on the ground directly, but leading him around. Walk slowly on the playground.

After regaining consciousness, Bao Xiaoming was greeted with cheers when he returned to his class seat.It is not uncommon to be ranked in the sports meeting, but no matter what grade the sports meeting, the participants of the long-distance running event, even if they do not get the ranking, as long as they can persist in the whole process, they will win the applause and praise of the students.

Several boys who always bullied Bao Xiaoming came over and rubbed his sweaty hair, wrapped his arms around his neck and said enthusiastically: "Okay, little fat man, you can still win the 5000-meter race, my brother does what he says, treat you to a roast." string!"

The female head teacher also handed Bao Xiaoming a towel with a look of relief, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Nice job!"

Originally worried that without parents, two children living together would make Bao Xiaoming learn badly. Unexpectedly, he not only studied hard recently, but also did not forget to strengthen himself in sports.The homeroom teacher looked Bao Xiaoming up and down, and suddenly found that the little fat man's figure was actually only plump, not fat.The reason why he still thinks he is fat is because of Bao Xiaoming's natural flat face and baby fat, no matter how thin he is, he is still fat just by looking at his face.

It was the first time that Bao Xiaoming felt this kind of attention after going to school for so many years, and the depressed feeling of being forced to climb 5000 meters before was gone.Sure enough, Brother Mu is Brother Mu, and will always be his idol.

In this way, because of strict management and persecution, the young fat man has identified his idol for life, and has since embarked on a life of striving (no) making (zuo) advancing (no) taking (die).He has used hundreds of years and thousands of years to prove that it is a bit ordinary, once you miss it, you will never come back.

The little fat man who returned to the bun shop welcomed the second important gift of the day. Mu Xuan unceremoniously dragged the already exhausted Bao Xiaoming to the newly bought house, and told him that this would be their home from now on.

A home is not a steamed stuffed bun shop that is half a business and half a residence, and it is not a tenant who will be evicted by the landlord at any time, but a house that belongs to them, a home that belongs to them.

Bao Xiaopang, who has never been able to find a sense of belonging because of the passing of his parents, feels down-to-earth for the first time.

He hugged Mu Xuan and started to cry with a "wow". He had already shed so much sweat, but the tears still flowed out without cost. He cried until he was hoarse, cried until he was tired, and cried until the sun was setting, and he fell asleep on the bed. Still sobbing in the dream.

Mu Xuan threw Bao Xiaoming and Mu Bai on the bed together, bit off Mu Bai's fingertips, injected his mana into Zhiyang's boy's blood, and drew a defensive formation to protect Bao Bai and the two.

He was sitting in front of the door, quietly looking at the sky, listening to the feeble cry of the autumn cicadas in the quiet night.

Leading Mu Bai, who looks like Mu Xichen, around during the day, the people in the dark should not be able to bear it, right?

"Crack", the sound of dead branches being trampled off.

coming!