Wu Shang

Wu Zhichao's house is not big, but the only advantage of this type of apartment design is that there are many rooms.The four of them live in one room each, and there is an extra room, and Mian Mian usually sleeps with Huang Ma, and the two of them enjoy watching dramas at night, so there are even more empty rooms.Huang's mother is also polite, and has prepared the room for Shang Mozhi early, just to wash up and go to sleep.Shang Mozhi had a bitter smile on his face, and looked resentfully at Wu Zhizhuo's gloating smile as he entered the "guest room" prepared for him.

After making arrangements for Shang Mozhi, Mama Huang was willing to go to bed. As for her son.

"You are not a guest."

"Mom, you're joking." Wu Zhicuo has always treated his mother like an old Buddha.

"Okay, then Mom and Mianmian went to catch up on the drama, you should wash up early and go to bed."

"Got it."

"Hmph." Huang Ma smiled lightly, she hadn't realized her son was so cunning before, and she no longer cared about Wu Zhicuo hiding in the room to chase dramas, Huang Ma and Mian Mian had no age difference in chasing dramas.In other words, the girl's heart is stronger.

Wu Zhicuo fiddled with the bathroom for a long time, and finally came out refreshed.As soon as he was about to enter the room, he put his hands around his waist, and he didn't need to guess who it was: "What is Shang Mozhi doing?"

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi put his chin on Wu Zhicuo's shoulder, "I can't sleep."

"Then don't sleep, just stay and play in your room." Wu Zhicuo patted his hand to signal him to let go.

Shang Mozhi hugged him even tighter: "No, no, I want to sleep with uncle."

"Let go." Wu Zhicuo looked at his mother's room with a guilty conscience.

"I don't, I don't," Shang Mozhi seemed to have grasped a little trick, and now the more Wu Zhicuo was afraid, the more he would hold on to it, "I want uncle to sleep with me, sleep with me, sleep with me, I sleep!"

"Ah, please keep your voice down," Wu Zhicuo surrendered, "Come in!"

"Thank you, Uncle~" Shang Mozhi's cry was so loud that Wu Zhichao had goose bumps all over his body.

"What's the matter?" Wu Zhicuo was afraid that he would continue to embarrass himself here, and it would be bad to lure Huang Ma out, so he pulled him to him and closed the door.

"Wow," the room was dark without the lights on, Shang Mozhi teased deliberately, "This kind of place is so exciting, aha~"

"Damn it!" Wu Zhicuo was startled by the ahhh, "Don't...don't yell at me, be careful I'll throw you out of the window!"

Wu Zhicuo hurried to turn on the light, and the small bedroom like a dwelling was instantly filled with warm yellow light.

"This is, Uncle's room?" Shang Mozhi lay down on the bed and took a deep breath, "Well, although the smell of washing powder came from behind, the smell on Uncle's body still cannot be covered up."

"Smell... smell? What kind of smell?" Wu Zhicuo said, sniffing left and right on his body, "No, there is no smell."

Shang Mozhi grabbed Wu Zhicuo and pulled him down on the bed: "Don't worry, Uncle, it's not a strange smell anymore, my baby will always smell good."

"Don't be poor," Wu Zhicuo slapped him away, sat up and found a handkerchief to wipe his wet hair.

Shang Mozhi turned over and lay on his back, squinting his eyes and looking warmly at Wu Zhichao, muttering to himself: "It's indescribable, only I can feel the unique warm taste. This feeling ……very nice."

"Ah, what did you say?" Wu Zhicuo didn't hear his murmur clearly.

"It's nothing." Shang Mozhi suddenly thought that this is the room where Wu Zhichao grew up, there must be many little secrets, so he sat up and looked around.

Wu Zhicuo just thought it was Shang Mozhi who was bored, liked to touch and ignored him, and continued to struggle with his hair.

The more Shang Mozhi looked at it, the more he felt that this room was not as small as usual, and there were not many things but it was crowded.There is only a wardrobe and a bed that can only squeeze two people in the whole room. There is a window sill next to the bed. There is a desk in front of the window sill. Two small wooden bookshelves are hung on the wall next to the desk.And this bookshelf should be the most valuable to Shang Mozhi. On it are not only the miscellaneous books that Wu Zhichao has read since childhood, but also many notebooks. The books can roughly guess Wu Zhichao’s preferences at each stage, and the notebooks can more directly understand Peep into his inner world.Thinking of Shang Mozhi in this way, he got excited, so he started to fiddle.

Wu Zhicuo didn't know what he was doing, and didn't bother to care about him, so he just told him: "This place is small, it's hard to clean up if it's messed up!"

"Got it!" Shang Mozhi started to spy on him while dealing with him.

"September 9th is sunny. Should I choose a course, liberal arts or science? I think I still like liberal arts, but liberal arts is not easy to find a job. If it doesn't work, I will let my mother live a good life in the future. Choose science! I will enter a big company in the future ! Like Yuanchuang, I can definitely do it!"

Shang Mozhi couldn't help laughing after watching it, no wonder they were so destined, it turned out that Wu Zhicuo had been thinking about him for a long time, even though... it was his company.

"On June 6st, the shadow says that people of our age shouldn't celebrate Children's Day. Why did a girl give lollipops?"

Seeing this, Shang Mozhi couldn't help but frowned.

"Don't mind him, refuse to accept, I'm going to look like an adult!"

"Pfft!" Seeing this, Shang Mozhi couldn't help but burst out laughing, he really is a straight man of steel, no wonder this baby is left to him!

Shang Mozhi's smile caught Wu Zhicuo's attention, he turned his head and saw the notebook in his hand and blushed, "What are you doing, put it down!"

When Wu Zhicuo said something, he rushed to grab it. The past is unbearable, and the things he wrote back then are unbearable.

"Uncle, I'll just take a look at it casually, haha." Shang Mozhi said inconsequentially while laughing teasingly, Wu Zhicuo was so excited that he jumped to snatch it.

Shang Mozhi had already held the notebook high: "Uncle, don't be so mean, I'll just take a look."

"Shang Mozhi, you bastard! Put it down, who will allow you to touch my things!" Wu Zhizhuo was ashamed and annoyed, he thought Shang Mozhi was flipping through a book, but who would have thought that he would open his notebook idea!

Seeing Wu Zhicuo in such a hurry, Shang Mozhi couldn't help teasing him again: "Uncle, come and get it yourself, and I'll give it to you when you get it."

"Aren't you childish!" Wu Zhicuo stomped his feet angrily, kept grabbing Shang Mozhi's hand but couldn't get it, and in a fit of rage he gave him a bite on the arm.

"Ahhh!" This mouthful was not light, and Shang Mozhi immediately cried out in pain.

Wu Zhicuo took the opportunity to snatch back the notebook, and held it tightly in front of his chest like a child, looking at Shang Mozhi hostilely.

"Uncle," Shang Mozhi said with an aggrieved face, "You bit me for a notebook, you really killed me, I can't compare to a notebook!"

Wu Zhichao was in a hurry and didn't care about anything, the two were confronting each other when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong."

"Wu'er, what are you doing? Why is there such a commotion?" Mama Huang's voice came from outside.

Both of them held their breath nervously.

Wu Zhicuo calmed down a little and hurriedly replied: "Mom, it's nothing. I just found something and there was a lot of noise just now. Go and follow the drama and leave me alone."

"Oh, alright," Huang Ma said lazily, "Stop calm down so as not to disturb Xiaomo next door."

"Mmm Good."

Both of them were tense and heaved a sigh of relief when they heard the sound of slippers disappearing outside and the sound of the door closing.

Wu Zhicuo turned around and locked the notebook into the cabinet, and Shang Mozhi leaned over with an aggrieved expression.

"Uncle doesn't love me anymore."

"Why don't I love you anymore!" Wu Zhicuo rolled his eyes.

"Then why don't you let me see it?"

"This... this kind of thing, what's so good about it!" The more you love someone, the more you don't want them to know about your embarrassing things. Isn't this normal?

"But I want to see, as long as it's uncle's, I want to see, I want to know everything about uncle," Shang Mozhi leaned on Wu Zhicuo, "Uncle's past is completely without me, I am very sad, I really miss Every place and every memory of Uncle is full of me."

"Ah," Wu Zhicuo straightened him, "Is it okay to sleep?"

"Sorry." Shang Mozhi wrote a letter full of displeasure.

"It's really my ancestor," just like Shang Mozhi lost his temper and Wu Zhizhuo was willing to coax, "Heroes don't ask where they come from, you and I don't care about the past, I don't care about your past, don't always regret my past, From now on, you and I will have each other in every corner of our lives, okay?"

Shang Mozhi had a big smile on his face: "Uncle is good at talking about love."

"There are no love words, go to bed." Wu Zhicuo suddenly felt sour, it was true that being with Shang Mozhi could unlock a lot of his skills.

"Hug." Shang Mozhi became more and more coquettish.

"Huh, why do you feel like you're drunk tonight?" Wu Zhicuo shook his head and hugged him, "Okay, let's go to bed!"

Wu Zhicuo fell backwards and the two of them literally rolled onto the bed, thanks to the soft mattress, otherwise they would both hurt people.

"Uncle~" Shang Mozhi's coquettish behavior was out of control, and he undressed me.

"You really have a young master's temper!" Wu Zhicuo moved his hands even though his mouth was rather displeased, gently curling Shang Mozhi's hands to undress him like a little doll.

"Okay, you can sleep."

"No, no," Shang Mozhi rolled on the bed, "I still want to listen to a bedtime story."

"You!" Wu Zhicuo clenched his fists, "You're excited, right? Why are there so many things?"

Shang Mozhi immediately pursed his mouth, pretending to cry: "Uncle is fierce, woo woo woo woo woo woo."

"Come on, come on," Wu Zhicuo admitted defeat, "I'll pretend you're drunk today, young master, you can lie down for me!"

Wu Zhicuo covered Shang Mozhi with the quilt, and Shang Mozhi poked his head out from under the quilt, looking obediently at Wu Zhichao with a pair of clean big eyes.Wu Zhicuo took out a ghost story book from the bookshelf, cleared his throat and began to read: "It is said that a long time ago, there was a little girl..."

"Ah!" Shang Mozhi suddenly called out, which shocked Wu Zhicuo who had just entered the atmosphere.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Wu Zhicuo approached Shang Mozhi with lingering fear.

Shang Mozhi suddenly pulled Wu Zhicuo into bed, whispered softly in his ear, "It's nothing, but today's uncle is too gentle, making me drunk."

The corner of Shang Mozhi's mouth raised slightly, and he hugged Wu Zhicuo tightly with one hand and turned off the light with the other...