serious about love

After entering the door, Jiang Muxing took the fruit to the kitchen.

Yanhao breathed a sigh of relief after he left, took off the schoolbag on his back, put it lightly on the small floral fabric sofa, and looked at this house full of life.

The living room is very small, even if things are tidy, it still feels crowded.

The furniture is very old and looks like it was bought from a second-hand market.

The floor was covered with poor-quality floor leather, which was mopped very cleanly, and some of the leather was cracked.

Yanhao thought of the pair of sneakers on Jiang Muxing's feet.

Maybe it's because I don't care about these things, maybe it's because I don't care about them at the beginning, and then I become numb over time.

If conditions permit, who wouldn't want to have a better and easier life?

Yan Hao's heart is covered by sad emotions. Everyone walks through the world, and the trajectory under their feet is different, and each has its own direction.

Jiang Muxing has his own way to go. Originally, he had no intersection with him, but an intersection artificially created by others.

Now he is standing at Jiang Muxing's house extended from the intersection point, facing Jiang Muxing's hard life.

This is just the tip of the iceberg.

Yan Hao's eyes were sore and his eye sockets were red. He looked up at the ceiling.

The incandescent lamp has been used for a long time, and the light it casts is not bright enough. There are some small black bugs under the lamp, constantly flying around the light.

Mosquitoes gnawed on the potholed walls, biting lazily there, full of drinks.

Yan Hao didn't know where the twisted anger came from, and he rushed to slap a mosquito.

There was a small spot of bright red blood on his hand.

Yan Hao went to find the mosquito again, the force was very strong, the palm was numb with pain, and the whole arm was a little convulsive, the violence in his heart was gradually suppressed, he took a few deep breaths, turned around and sat on the sofa, eyes closed daze.

Jiang Muxing cut out a plate of watermelon and put it on the small coffee table.

Yan Hao found that there was a mosquito bag on his neck, and trembling his fingers, he couldn't help rubbing the blood on the palm of his hand.

Jiang Muxing caught a glimpse of Yanhao's palm, and the corner of his eye swept the wall that seemed to have been dotted with red paint: "Why are you beating mosquitoes?"

Yanhao said sullenly: "It looks annoying."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyes.

Yan Hao looked away from him and didn't meet his gaze. After sitting down, he got up to wash his hands.

-

It's almost eight.

I have English and comprehensive science exams tomorrow, and I have to play a video with my parents later.

After the banquet, he ate watermelon at Jiang Muxing's house.

Jiang Muxing didn't eat. He took the light bulb he bought and peeled off the outer layer of paper, then moved the stool to the bathroom.

Yan Hao immediately ate the last two mouthfuls of watermelon and ran to help him with the stool.

Jiang Muxing let him go out: "I don't need your help."

Yan Hao insisted: "Just in case, it's better to be careful."

Jiang Muxing didn't say anything else, he stepped on the stool, stood firm, and reached for the light bulb.

In the bathroom, there was only the light of the mobile phone's flashlight, and a halo of light spread upward.

Yan Yan looked at Jiang Muxing's feet, wearing black cotton socks, the socks were hidden in the trouser legs, and then there were slender and powerful legs, he stared straight at it.

After a few moments, Yan Hao blinked his eyes, a drop of sweat tremblingly fell from his eyelashes, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and in the next second he moved closer like a pervert, and rubbed the tip of his nose weakly through his school uniform pants. Rubbed Jiang Muxing's leg.

Yan Hao's heart was beating crazily, the sound was too loud, and his ears were a little ringing, he coughed twice to clear his throat, making himself look more natural: "Squad leader, you can even do this."

Jiang Muxing looked down from above.

Yan Hao didn't dare to look up, and pretended not to notice, leaning on the stool.

The gaze above his head was quickly withdrawn, and his heart was moist after the banquet.

Jiang Muxing unscrewed the broken bulb: "Take it."

Before handing it down, he wiped the dust off the bulb with the palm of his hand.

Yanhao caught the light bulb and put it by the sink, gave him the new one, and continued to support the stool.

Jiang Muxing changed his mind: "You turn on the light."

Yan Hao wiped off his bangs with his arm: "Where is the switch?"

Jiang Muxing's eyes signaled him to look: "Beside the door."

Yan Hao fumbled for the switch, pressed it, and the vision instantly lit up.

The bathroom was completely exposed in front of his eyes.

Mouthwash cups, toothbrush towels and other daily necessities are for one person.

There was something strange in Yan Hao's eyes. Speaking of which, he hadn't seen any trace of Jiang Muxing's parents since entering the door.

Jiang Muxing jumped down: "There is something wrong with the water tank of the toilet, there is a rope here."

Pointing to one place: "Pull it and you can release the water."

Yan Hao came back to his senses, grabbed the gray nylon rope hanging by the water tank, and tried to pull it down, and the sound of splashing water was heard.

Jiang Muxing straightened his thin lips, looked down at the change of his expression, and heard him say something in surprise: "This is amazing."

"..."

-

After that, Jiang Muxing changed the light bulb on the balcony again.

The aloe vera and ivy in the corner of Yankan are all growing well, unlike him, even prickly pears can't grow.

Seeing something, Yan Hao's eyes suddenly opened: "Squad leader, don't you close the screens in summer?"

Jiang Muxing glanced at it and frowned: "I forgot."

Yanhao muttered: "...you can forget all of this."

No wonder there are so many mosquitoes in the house.

Jiang Muxing is usually very strict and alone, but tonight, for some reason, he was lost and negligent.

"Squad leader, there are so many mosquitoes that I can't sleep." Yan Hao said, "You might as well go to my place."

Jiang Muxing closed the screen window and said indifferently, "Just light a mosquito coil."

The banquet is good to hear the words, so I can only give up.

Jiang Mu went back to the living room.

Yan Hao walked behind and found that there were holes nailed in the wall of the living room. Photos had been hung there, but they were taken down later.

"Squad leader, your parents..."

Yanhao pinched her fingers, but stopped talking.

Jiang Mu walked to a door, opened it for him to see, and said to him: "This is the room where my mother lives."

There was a tingle of numbness in the cured scalp, and it went down the back of the neck in an instant, spreading to the limbs.

Jiang Muxing not only invited him to be a guest at home, but also showed him his mother's room.

Never in a dream.

Yan Hao bit the tip of his tongue hard, the stinging pain and the smell of blood made him wake up a little, he pretended to be relaxed, and walked towards Jiang Mu.

-

The room is about fifteen square meters, and there is a very faint scent of roses in the air.

The wooden bed was placed against the wall, and there was no bedding on it, only a mat.

There are a few old books on the small table next to it, and there are some dried flowers and hay in the glass vase, which have been trimmed.

Moreover, there are two or three petals on the glass bottle, painted with pigments, seemingly casual, but the actual composition has been actuarially calculated.

Yanhao thought that Jiang Muxing's mother was very sentimental, and he also noticed a few oil paintings on the wall to the left of the small table, all of which were dark and depressing.

Jiang Muxing's tone was flat: "My mother liked to draw when she was young."

Yan Hao said: "Then she..."

Jiang Muxing still had the same tone, unable to hear his emotions: "She is in a nursing home."

Yan Hao was stunned.

"The day after I promised to give you extra lessons, Sunday afternoon," Jiang Muxing said, "I sent her there."

Yan Hao looked at him blankly.

Jiang Muxing closed the door, and his voice was caught in the cold voice: "My father died five years ago."

Yan Hao stood blankly at first, then woke up after a long while, took a few short breaths, and stuttered with a pale face: "I'm sorry, I...I..."

Jiang Muxing stared at him, his voice a little hoarse: "What are you apologizing for?"

Yan Hao didn't know, his chest was so tight that he wanted to cry.

In No. [-] Middle School, Jiang Muxing is an existence that schoolmasters look up to. There are too many things in him that are worth learning from his peers.

Self-disciplined, calm, strong, thrifty, composed, stable...

So many people will pay attention to him.

Some things can be understood with effort and time, and some things can't be seen by anyone.

For example, Jiang Muxing's family background.

All he knew was that his family was poor, but he didn't know why.

The more secretive it is, the more people who follow him want to know and guess more.

Yan Hao would not make wild guesses, let alone discuss with anyone behind his back, but he imagined that one day Jiang Muxing would take him home and share with him a side that no one else knew.

Whether it's a special classmate or a special friend, he only wants to know Jiang Muxing's side by himself.

as it is now.

But the facts that suddenly unfolded in front of his eyes were too cruel.

If Jiang Muxing wants to reveal his hidden part, he must first tear open the wound in his heart.

Yan Hao never thought it would be like this, really never thought about it, he took a deep breath, his lips trembling slightly: "Then you have several jobs..."

Jiang Muxing rubbed his forehead and chuckled for a while: "The family owes a lot of debt."

Yanhao saw Jiang Muxing laugh for the first time, but he cried.

Tears fell down, Yanhao wiped her face in a panic, and ran into the bathroom in a hurry.

-

Jiang Muxing sat down on the sofa, ate a piece of watermelon, wiped off the juice on the coffee table, and then half-opened his eyes to look at the mosquito blood on the wall.

I don't know how long after, there was the sound of flushing in the bathroom, Yan Hao opened the door and came out, his eyes were blocked by bangs: "Squad leader, the pen I gave you is the Jiugong Bagua diagram, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid disasters, attract wealth and block evil spirits, and bring good luck Bodyguard, put it in your pencil case."

Jiang Muxing returned to his usual indifference: "You also believe this?"

Yan Hao didn't speak, just stood there, expressing his firmness with silence.

Wrapped in it is a very pure concern.

— I miss you.

Jiang Muxing looked at his hands on his lap, and was silent for a long time: "Thank you."

Yan Hao's body shook violently, and her red eyes became wet again.

The mobile phone on the sofa rang, it was the banquet, Jiang Muxing called him: "Call."

With his head down, Yan Hao went over to fish for the phone and turned away, seeing that it was his father calling, his surging negative emotions were immediately condensed.

"I'm still outside, um, I know, I'm not a child, it's fine," Yan Hao wiped his eyes with his back to Jiang Muxing, "I'll start a video with you guys when I get home."

Jiang Muxing asked after he hung up the phone: "Are you going back?"

Yanhao pursed her lips: "Yes."

Jiang Muxing got up: "I'll see you off."

Yan Hao straightened his bangs, and whispered: "You don't need to send it, I know the way."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows: "I'm going downstairs to buy something."

After the banquet was over, he stopped when he walked to the door: "Squad leader, there is only one room in your house, where do you usually sleep?"

Jiang Muxing said lightly: "The living room."

Yan Hao subconsciously looked at the small fabric sofa, there was not enough room for him to lie on it, and his feet needed to be vacated.

Jiang Muxing is much taller than him, how can he lie down?

Yan Hao's breathing was tight, her fingers were cold, and she suddenly remembered a strange phenomenon.

Jiang Muxing's mother went to the nursing home, the room was vacant, why didn't he live in it?

Yan really couldn't figure it out, but he didn't ask, he didn't want to see Jiang Muxing hurt anymore.

Jiang Muxing took the keys and the phone, nodded and said, "Let's go."

Yanhao set a goal for herself, to find a way to get Jiang Muxing to live with him during the summer vacation.

-

The night is dark.

Jiang Muxing delivered the banquet to the car, and passed the claw machine on the way back.

After a while, Jiang Mu set out to go home with an extra ugly rabbit in his hand.