Boyfriend Meng A, from ancient times

"He, He Shi, this... this is not used in this way."

I rushed over, took off Mr. Umbrella that was on his finger, and ruthlessly threw it into the trash can next to the bed.

With a dazed expression on his face, he blinked his eyes innocently, "Brother Meng, how is that used?"

You are really a pure and unaffected little white flower, please forgive me, Brother Meng.

In fact, I don't have any conservative ideas about sex changes. If he just asked me about the role of Mr. Umbrella alone, then I have nothing to avoid.

but!

Mr. Umbrella was beaten by Lao Meng!Dumped into our room!Means this is for us!

Then I would be ashamed.

I was a little flustered, I couldn’t speak, I hesitated, and I randomly put Mr. Umbrella, hand cream, erythromycin ointment, aloe vera gel, wet toilet paper... How can there be so many things in a small plastic bag? !

In short, I put the things away again, stuffed them into the bottom shelf of the closet, and sat down on the bed as if relieved, and looked at He Shi with a guilty conscience.

And in his hand... holding a post-it note written by my dad.

Don't ask me why I'm so calm, because I'm too exhausted to get excited.

I didn't say anything, I took the post-it notes and gathered them into a ball and threw them into the trash can. I didn't want to blow my hair anymore, so I slumped on the bed and tucked into half of the quilt.

Out of sight, out of sight, he can do whatever he likes.

"Brother Meng." His voice came from behind, "What is unhealthy intimacy, and why don't we have to restrain ourselves?"

"Unhealthy intimacy is to let us go to bed early and stay up late is unhealthy." I said nonsense, "Don't be restrained because you are afraid that you will recognize the bed, let you sleep casually, and treat it as your own home."

"Oh." He responded with a strange tone, "Really?"

It's really weird, usually he will listen to whatever I explain, there is no rhetorical question at all, and the tone of his rhetorical question just now seems to be teasing.

Weirdness formed a thread in my brain.

He is someone who reads compressed briefcases, not to mention small umbrellas, he should have seen even spiral fluorescent extended umbrellas, can they be so simple and unpretentious?

And our text is common, Mr. Umbrella won't read the instructions on the back of the box?

I suddenly turned over and sat up, and sure enough, he was looking at me with a half-smile.

Seeing me like this, he turned his head away, he was holding back his breath, and his shoulders trembled a little.

I really hehe, I really wanted to kick him out of the bed, but in the end I just stretched my arms and pinched him lightly on the cheek.

He turned around and smiled, "Blame me, I misunderstood Mom from the beginning, so don't worry, Brother Meng."

I snorted at him, rolled over and nestled back under the quilt, "Turn off the lights and go to sleep!"

I'm really good for nothing. Once I saw his innocent eyes wide open, I believed everything I said.

The other two "killers" are crying and laughing.

There is no need to shed tears when crying, as soon as my eyes are red, my heart will soften, and even if my words are choked up, I will immediately compromise.Not to mention laughing, his laughing is more precious than crying, and the few laughs I have had are all burned into my mind.

Alas, it's really beautiful.

Early the next morning, we were preparing to set off to see Grandpa. In this matter, Ms. Liang and Lao Meng both paid more attention to it. We were entangled in the room whether it was better to have a white shirt or a black shirt.

I have become friends with my grandfather, and he still wears sweater and jeans, and He Shi is the same, he wears my oversize, no formal clothes.

As for why I didn't buy clothes for He Shi, I used to pick clothes, and it's not a problem for good brothers to borrow clothes.Now, it is selfishness.

Don't couples wear each other's clothes? Although He Shi's height is difficult to achieve a boyfriend shirt, but the next best thing, boyfriend sweater is not enough to look good.

Cough cough, back to the topic.I don't think it is necessary to wear a suit and tie to see a deceased relative.

To be filial is to be in front of the bed. When the old man is around, doing your best is better than anything else. Even if you buy a [-]-acre cemetery after death, it is only a matter of face.

I once said this to my parents, and they agreed, so they don't dress formally for any sense of ceremony.

My mother was a university student that my grandfather sponsored back then, so my grandfather’s biggest expectation for her and my father was to be "promising", and to go to a free big city and not be destroyed in a ravine.

At that time, to be promising was to go out, and then drive a car and come back wearing a suit.My parents don't need suits and shirts for their jobs now, and they both wear suits... more like selling insurance.

But in order to make my grandfather happy, they have to wait a long time every time they go to worship.

I squatted by the door, with my elbows on my knees.He Shi stood at the door with his arms crossed, his back straight and his tree facing the wind.

He's like a hero, I'm like a streetwalker

This is not conducive to my bright future as a son-in-law, so I stood up and put on the posture of acting in a costume drama.

He leans against the left door frame, and I lean against the right door frame. I thought we were peerless twins, but...

An old man and a child passed by the door. The child pulled the old man and pointed at us, "Grandpa, the door god!"

I:"……."

I rolled up my sleeves and waved my fist to scare the kid. The kid staggered two steps back, his grandpa was behind him laughing, and I suddenly thought of my grandpa, "Grandpa, take your grandson to play?"

I couldn't help it, and my wish was fulfilled by the common name.

The old man's hearing is bad, so he led his grandson away with two yells, and Lao Meng and Ms. Liang also packed up and came out of the house. I took out the car keys and prepared to leave.

This is Ms. Liang's car. I don't have a car and I like to drive it for fun.

Just when I was about to open the door, Ms. Liang snatched the key from me, rolled her eyes at me, "Your father has something to tell you, you child, why don't you listen to persuasion at all!"

I don't understand what it means, what am I... doing.

Looking at Lao Meng, his eyes are also a little unfriendly, rare and serious, and it seems like a big deal.I walked over blankly, and Lao Meng pulled me into a narrow alley.

He rubbed his chin with his index finger, "Son, what about a man's sperm, life is limited, if you are too... when you are young, you will be bored in a few years and conflicts will easily arise."

? ? ?Why can't I understand?

"Son, tell Dad the truth, you two... How do you divide the work in the negative distance relationship?"

No, are there any parents who care so much about their children's X life?It's not like the feudal evil mother-in-law gave birth to a new daughter-in-law, who would be questioned about what time she did and what gesture she made.

Me: "Dad...uh..., would you believe me if I said we haven't reached that point yet?"

He looked like you were teasing me, and then twisted my arm a little, "Have you not reached that step? If you have not reached that step, who used the four or five small umbrellas in the trash can? Ah? You Tell me who used it!"

God, a big misunderstanding, an uproar big misunderstanding, a torrential big misunderstanding!

I have experienced what it feels like to be unable to argue with a hundred mouths, let alone a hundred mouths, now I can't explain it clearly to me.

No one would believe that there was once a man who used a small umbrella as a glove to amuse another man.

And, just as a glove.

Lao Meng: "You can't mess around just because you are young. A man's back door is not used for that."

me…"

Lao Meng: "Looking at your level, Dad has to make an ointment for you himself."

Me: "It doesn't have to be..."

Lao Meng: "Why don't you need it? There is also the technique of massaging and nourishing. I have to teach Xiao He."

Me: "Don't, don't..., what! Just teach me! You have to teach me, haha."

Lao Meng: "You...?"

His index finger returned to his chin, rubbing left and right, and took a step back to look at me, probably thinking about the possibility of my small body turning around and doing 1.

The more I watched his frown deepened, he finally pulled my wrist and touched the bruise on it, "Then this..., are you an M Gong?"

???

ah? ! ?

Why do you sound like you know more than I do!

Lao Meng smiled shyly, "When I was young, your grandfather had a lot of cartoons in his drawer, and he drew them himself."

My eyes widened 120 times, "You grew up watching that? Why are you still straight and intact?"

Lao Meng took it for granted, "How can it be affected by watching it for fun? Real men can't be bent, son, those who fall in love with men after reading comics and books are mostly born bent."

Me: "Born... to bend?"

Born to bend... Born to bend... Born to bend...

These four words linger in my mind infinitely. Is this theory reliable? Could it be that I was born from the womb?

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