Muzifufu's daily life

The two did a few exercises before going to bed, but they didn't know how late they went to bed.

As soon as Mu Zijun fell asleep, he was forcibly woken up by the ringtone of his mobile phone.Impatiently, he took the phone and looked at it, and it turned out to be a call from Yan Jian.He glanced at Amumu next to him again, and saw that he was sleeping like a dead pig without any sign of being woken up, so he pressed the answer button.

Mu Zijun: "What the hell are you doing? It's two o'clock and I'm calling!"

There was silence on the phone for a long time before a intermittent voice came, "I have a headache... dizzy, uncomfortable... I'm going to die..."

"You should call 120 if you are going to die!" Mu Zijun put on his clothes resignedly while cursing, "Have a fever? Are you going to the hospital?"

"Really." Yan Jian hummed weakly twice, "I have no strength, I can't move."

Mu Zijun said helplessly, "Just wait, I'll be right back."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Zijun dressed quickly.Suddenly, Amumu's weary voice came from behind: "Muzi?"

Mu Zijun turned around, held his face in his arms, and kissed him on the forehead, "Yan Jian is sick, I'll go back and see him. Go on and sleep."

"No." Amumu sat up flopping, rubbing his eyes, "I'll go with you."

When they arrived at Muzijun's house, the two found Yan Jian lying on the floor wrapped in a bath towel.Muzijun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and together with Amumu helped him onto the bed, then took out the thermometer and stuffed it in his mouth.

"What's your situation?" Mu Zijun sneered, "You want to run naked when you have a fever?"

Yan Jian mumbled vaguely with the thermometer in his mouth, "Thirsty...hungry..." and then fell asleep again.

Mu Zijun was speechless, and sighed, "Amu, please pay attention to the time and check his temperature. I'll go find some medicine and get some food."

Amumu yawned and agreed.

When Mu Zijun came back from his busy work, he was shocked to find that——his man and his gay friend—shared the same bed!

Mu Zijun was deeply stimulated, and kicked Amumu's ass hard, "Get up! Get up for me!"

Amumu turned over, lay on Yan Jian's body and continued to sleep.Yan Jian also twisted his body, hugged Amumu and rubbed against him, dripping with a thermometer in his mouth.

Mu Zijun went crazy, climbed onto the bed and pulled out the thermometer from Yan Jian's mouth, then wiped the saliva on his hands and wiped his face in distaste.Glancing at the thermometer, he really had a fever, then Mu Zijun stuffed the antipyretic medicine into his mouth, and then roughly poured water into his mouth.

Yan Jian woke up from choking on the water, swallowed the medicine in his mouth, and kicked Mu Zijun out of the bed by the way.

Mu Zijun fell on the cold floor, seeing his man and his friend cuddled together on the bed affectionately, his heart almost collapsed.

The next day, the sun was high, and Yan Jian woke up, almost desperate in his heart.Amumu was very calm, he walked up to Mu Zijun and tugged at the corner of his clothes consciously, bowing his head to admit his mistake.

Yan Jian was curled up on the sofa wrapped in a big quilt, his eyes glazed over, "I slept with a gay guy? Did I sleep?! What a fuck!"

Mu Zijun with two big dark circles under his eyes, his eyes were piercing, "It's day?"

Yan Jian was startled, and quickly waved his hands, "No, I was wrong."

Amumu felt wronged, "Muzi, so you think I'm a dog."

Mu Zijun: "..."

Yan Jian pointed at Mu Zijun and slapped his legs and laughed loudly, "Then you have been raped by a dog?"

Mu Zijun raised the thirsty fruit knife in his hand, with a cold look in his eyes: "Xu, Qian! Do you believe me or not? I'll let you die without a dog, huh?"

Yan Jian immediately lay down on the sofa, rolled and moaned, "Ah, my head hurts! I'm a patient!"

Mu Zijun: "Pretend, continue to pretend."

Mu Zijun cooked a sumptuous meal, and then placed a bowl of vegetable porridge in front of Yan Jian.

Speech and protest: "You are abusing me! I don't want porridge, I want a big meal!"

Mu Zijun looked at his head with chopsticks: "You haven't eaten for three days, drink porridge to nourish your stomach."

Yan Jian hurriedly explained: "It's two and a half days, how about two and a half days!"

"How bad is it? If you want stomach problems, you can eat." Mu Zijun mocked: "For such a big man, it's fine if he can't cook, and he can't even order takeaway?"

Yan Jian faltered, "You understand the deadline...you ran away with the man, and no one cares about me."

Mu Zijun snorted, expressing pride in his own importance.

Like an old woman, she tapped on Amumu who was silently eating, "No picky eaters! Don't pick the eggs out of tomato scrambled eggs."

Amumu touched his head, looking forward to: "Can you make fried tomatoes with tomatoes?"

Mu Zijun: "..." Are you kidding me?

Mu Zijun: "I can make scrambled duck eggs with eggs."

Amumu's eyes dimmed, and he continued to eat silently.

Yan Jian hated iron for being weak, and thumped the table, "Amu, don't you want to resist after being oppressed for so long?"

Amumu paused while chopping the rice, looked up at Mu Zijun, and immediately lowered his head with his face flushed, "I don't want to."

What's there to blush about?He was inexplicable, "Why don't you want to?"

Mu Zijun laughed lightly and said: "He likes to ride."

Yan Jian looked like a fool, seeing Amumu nodded in embarrassment, he was stunned: "This can also show affection in a fancy way?!"

Because the three of them were fighting and fighting, Yan Jian refused to take a good rest and recuperate.In the end, that night, Yan Jian was forced to take him to the hospital.

Yan Jian yelled while hanging the water: "Can I change the room? The Wi-Fi signal here is too bad!"

Amumu was called home by his parents, and Mu Zijun kept his words and said impatiently: "Be quiet, what should I do if Wifi is scared away by you?"

Yan Jian: "...I'm just burning, I'm not stupid, okay?"

Mu Zijun gave him a blank look, and was about to continue to insult him, when he heard him say: "You said that Amu is going to the United States?"

Mu Zijun: "It's only been three months, what's the matter?"

Yan Jian hesitated for a while before asking: "Are you... want to follow again?"

Mu Zijun shrugged indifferently and said, "No, I'm tired of playing in America."

Yan Jian breathed a sigh of relief, then sighed again, "Actually, I think Amu is pretty good. Really, at least it's more reliable than your previous ones."

"That's not going, not going anywhere." Mu Zijun smiled and shook his head, "I'm tired, I can't keep up."

In the past, in order to pursue love, he was full of passion and passion, giving up his family, friends, and dreams, and went far away with his lover.In the end, he found that what he thought he had got was empty, but the abandoned one was waiting for him all the time.

People are always like this, searching hard for what they can't get, but don't know how to cherish what is in front of them.

Mu Zijun lay down on his side, pillowed on Yan Jian's lap, and winked at him, "Besides, what if you starve to death after I leave? There's not even a body collector."

"I'm actually a little touched." Yan Jian felt a chill, "It seems that it's time for me to find a girlfriend."

Mu Zijun smiled, "It's as if you can find it if you want to."

Yan Jian stroked his chin, "Maybe I should go to the blind date arranged by my mother?"

Mu Zijun was speechless, "Didn't you always say that blind dates are unreliable?"

"I used to think so, but didn't you two meet each other on a blind date?" Yan Jian stared at him with his head down, "There's no reason why gays can be gay and I can't!"

Mu Zijun shook his head and said frantically: "We are called destined, if you become successful, it will be a mistake at best."

Yan Jian was unhappy, "Why? You are so romantic, and I am just Schwarzenegger?!"

Mu Zijun jumped up and sat on the bed squeezed together with Yan Jian, excitedly saying: "I mean it! Hey, do you know that Amuduo and I are destined?"

He said indifferently, "rounder than the earth?"

Mu Zijun punched him, and said with great interest: "Amu is in the same junior high school as us, and the head teacher is Teacher Tang!"

Yan Jian was surprised, "It's true! A direct student?"

"Of course it's true!" Mu Zijun squeezed Yan Jian's leg excitedly, regardless of his screams, guessed: "Maybe we will meet him when we go back to school!"

"Also," Mu Zijun continued enthusiastically, "Do you still remember when we went to Singapore that year?"

Yan Jian thought about it for a while, "I remember it seems to be May Day, and that day happened to be our birthday in the lunar calendar."

"That's right!" Mu Zijun thumped his leg happily, and Yan Jian screamed again, "Last time I read Amu's diary and found that he was competing in Singapore at that time. You said, Singapore is so small, will we Have you ever met?"

Yan Jian rubbed his sore legs, and analyzed: "Maybe we did meet when we returned to school, because we went back to junior high school to see teachers every year before junior year. But Singapore is so big, and you were in a bad mood at that time. I have been bored in the house all the time, and I was willing to go out to play on the last day. So there should be no chance of encountering it."

Mu Zijun thought for a while, then yawned and nodded, "That's right... well, it would be great if we could meet sooner."

Yan Jian smiled, and patted his head, "Don't think about it, you should rest for a while. Look at your dark circles, you are so ugly."

Mu Zijun glared at him, then lay down and turned over to sleep.Yan Jian continued to curse the poor Wi-Fi while on the drip.

Many years later, Mu Zijun, Amumu, Yan Jian and his wife sat on the floor of the study and looked through the photo album together.

Yan Jian pointed to the picture of Mu Zijun standing in front of the Merlion statue with a blank face, and laughed, "Look at how stupid you are!"

Mu Zijun said coldly, and pointed to the next photo of the two of them, "It's better than the one with your nostrils facing the camera!"

"There are very few photos of you together. It's rare to have this one." Yan Jian's wife covered her mouth and smiled, and suddenly asked, "By the way, who took this photo? Why are you two in this group of photos?" ?”

"I don't really remember either." Yan Jian scratched his head, "Is it Amu?"

Mu Zijun hesitated: "Really? How do I remember that I didn't know Amu at that time?"

Yan Jian shook his hand, "Oh, forget it, it's been more than ten years, who remembers it. Maybe it was just a random passer-by to take a picture of it!"

Mu Zijun and Yan Jian's wife held their chins and nodded, "That's right."

Amumu was stunned for a moment, before his eyes vaguely appeared the scene of himself as a teenager, taking a photo with the young Mu Zijun and Yan Jian under the Merlion.

Like a hallucination, but also like a memory.

【Diary of Mrs. Muzi】

Mu Zijun's diary:

Boyfriend and gay friend are sleeping, which one should I kill first?Urgent, wait online!

Amumu Diary:

Sleepy, call...