serious about love

Among boys, touching their hair is not a big deal, but touching it all the time is a big deal.

Reluctantly, Yan Hao took his hand away, and twisted the pomade on his hand: "Squad leader, I'm leaving."

Jiang Muxing folded his long legs: "Yes."

Yan Hao lowered his head to check if everything was in his pocket, and unconsciously nagged: "You took the car during the day, so hurry back after get off work and go to bed early."

Jiang Muxing pulled out the hem of the shirt tucked into his trouser waist, and caressed it quietly.

Yan Hao walked a few steps and turned around, only to find that Jiang Muxing was still sitting on the sofa, and said strangely: "Squad leader, aren't you going up?"

Jiang Muxing's voice was slightly hoarse: "Wait a minute."

Yanhao looked puzzled, he had already left, why was Jiang Muxing sitting there alone?

How about he wait?

Thinking of this, Yan Hao stopped in place, and two seconds later, he returned to his original position.

Jiang Muxing's forehead twitched.

Yan Hao touched the tip of his nose: "Squad leader, I want to tell you something."

Jiang Muxing closed his eyelids: "Tell me later."

Yanhao pouted: "Aren't you busy now?"

Jiang Muxing raised his eyes, just in time to see him sticking out the tip of his pink tongue and licking his lower lip.

Add oil to the fire.

"Bam—"

Jiang Muxing threw the sunglasses on the table, bent down, hugged the back of his neck with his hands, and rubbed them hard a few times, the breath coming out of his throat was heavy.

Yan Hao was dumbfounded: "Squad leader?"

Jiang Muxing maintained that posture, and raised his head after a while. His facial contours were covered by shadows, and his brows were tightly knit together: "Go back and do your homework, or you won't be able to complete today's task."

Yan Hao blurted out: "I can put it in tomorrow..."

Jiang Muxing interrupted in a deep voice: "Don't procrastinate, today's work is done today."

Yan Hao shrank his shoulders in shock, and muttered: "Okay, you're right, I'll go back now."

Then he turned and left, this time he didn't turn back.

Jiang Muxing leaned his head back against the back of the chair, inserted one hand into the slightly messy forehead hair, stroked the loose hair back, and let out a long breath.

-

It was past midnight after the banquet, and he didn't feel sleepy at all. He took out a thick notebook and flipped through the text messages recorded on it. They were all sent to him by Jiang Muxing, and each note was followed by the time.

I don't know if I can finish writing this book when I graduate from high school next year.

When Yan was free, he was sad. He read through the text messages and edited a text message as usual.

- Today you are wearing trousers again, you are very handsome, I like you.

Save it in the draft box.

Yanhao is proud of herself who likes Jiang Muxing.

Although Qingcheng is the most high-end bar in T City, it also smells of alcohol and tobacco, and the waiters also smoke and drink, but Jiang Muxing does not touch the same, keeping the bottom line and principles.

Yanhao is always firm, Jiang Muxing will get better and better.

-

At the end of July, Yang Cong played a video with Yan Hao, showing him the mosquito bag on his leg. It was in such a very bad condition that his eyes would hurt if he had intensive phobia.

Yang Cong leaned in front of the camera, complaining to Yan Hao.

"Damn it, I was tricked by my dad."

"I can tell."

"Can you have some empathy? Can you?"

"It's tanned, it's the same color as Xia Shui."

"I'm way older than her. Well, I'm bronze and she's coal."

"..."

"Okay, the countryside is really not a place for ordinary people to stay. Let me tell you what I have done for half a month." Yang Cong broke his fingers bitterly, "Cutting rice, chasing chickens, catching loaches, fishing, Fishing river mussels... I even fed pigs, damn it, can you imagine that scene? I even fed pigs one fucking day."

The banquet was so pleasant to hear: "It's very rich and colorful."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes: "Then you come."

Yan Hao smiled at him: "No, I like to keep it simple."

Yang Cong: "..."

"There are no computers in the countryside, and no one has them anywhere. I came to the county on a tractor to find an Internet cafe. The only one with a camera is mine. It's so fucking broken."

Yang Cong cursed, and showed Yan a bunch of small cuts on his hands: "It's miserable to cut the rice."

Yan Hao: "Miserable."

"Dude, do you know what I have experienced during this time?"

Yang Cong drank two sips of Wanglaoji, and came up with a poem in a vicissitudes of life: "At noon on the day of hoeing, the sweat dripped down to the soil. Who knows that the food on the plate is hard work, ah, it's all hard work."

Yan Hao looked disgusted: "I turned off the video."

"Shut up, I have business with you!" Yang Cong threw himself in front of the computer screen, "Don't shut it up!"

Yan Yan looked at the scar on Yang Cong's face from the previous bruise, thinking that he was really weak, and the scar was a constant reminder of how stupid he used to be.

"Did you eat too much soy sauce?"

Yang Cong fiddled with the headphone cable of the Internet cafe: "What?"

Yan Hao took a closer look, and frowned a little: "Why is the scar on your face still so deep?"

Yang Cong pulled one corner of his mouth and snorted: "God sees me so handsome, so I'm jealous."

Yan Hao remembered that the scar on Jiang Muxing's forehead was very faint: "Is it okay?"

Yang Cong acted foolishly: "Do your best, it depends on the destiny."

Sit down after the banquet: "Let's turn off the video, I won't bother you to count the mosquito bags."

"It can be good, it can be good," Yang Cong became serious in a second, "It's just that I didn't pay much attention when changing the dressing, and the recovery is so-so, and the scars take longer to fade."

When it was over, he became cheap again: "Good brother, thank you for your concern, let's go together as a friend for a lifetime."

Yan Hao felt goosebumps all over his body: "Should we talk about the business?"

"Say it." Yang Cong scratched at Papa's wet hair, "Just hold your tongue, he made an appointment to meet."

Yan Hao's eyes widened: "Really?"

"Is it true that I can talk to you? My signal here is rubbish, and I can't get on QQ. Fortunately, you have set up a trumpet for playing games."

Yang Cong smacked his lips: "Let's do it, you don't have that account, and the game is not online, if I didn't go out to buy things today and play games at the Internet cafe by the way, I wouldn't have seen a lot of messages he sent .”

Yan Hao coughed, he only had Jiang Muxing in his heart recently, and he didn't know what the game was anymore.

"When is the appointment?"

Yang Cong flipped through the chat records: "The day after tomorrow, at nine o'clock in the morning, in Changxi Park."

Yan Hao asked: "Then what? How did you meet each other? Did you leave your phone number?"

Yang Cong stretched out a finger and shook it: "No, rely on telepathy."

Banquet: "..."

Yang Cong shook his legs: "He said that he has played together for several seasons, and his relationship is as deep as the sea. He must be able to recognize it at a glance."

Yan Hao lifted her bangs upwards: "Think too much."

"Just go," Yang Cong said, "There aren't many people in that park. He's in his 30s. He's probably wearing big underpants and a vest, with flip-flops on his feet. He's wild and unrestrained."

"It's okay if you don't have the right clothes, you can see an old man and ask if he's big."

Yanhao said slowly, "I'm afraid I'll be beaten because of the homonym."

Yang Cong looked innocent: "Why?"

Yan is too lazy to care about this: "When are you coming back?"

Yang Cong was stunned: "One week before school starts."

Yan laughed a lot: "My friend, then you will stay for almost ten days."

Yang Cong's face twitched.

"Think about it." Yan Hao threw away his mantra, "I think your father's original intention is that you feel that you are too free during summer vacation, so he might as well take you to the countryside to exercise and fight as a father-son soldier."

Yang Cong gritted his teeth: "I thought so at first too. It's so naive."

"The fact is that I've been working so hard outside that I'm about to lose a layer of skin. As for him, he just lies on the rocking chair all day long, holding a small teapot, swinging a small cattail fan, and listening to a small radio. It's very comfortable. Alright, train a ghost."

Yan Hao contemptuously said: "You are a 19-year-old guy, compared with a middle-aged man in his 40s, how about you?"

Yang Cong is about to vomit blood, and I won't be able to find it by fucking playing the video, it's okay.

Before closing the video, Yan Hao said: "Don't run into the grass, there are snakes, be careful."

Yang Cong was playing the game, his mouth was high: "Go back and bring you some local products."

-

Yanhao went to Changxi Park on the day of light rain, so the umbrella can be used or not.

The rain was a little embarrassing.

Yan Hao wore a blue hooded short-sleeved shirt. He pulled up the back hood and walked around the park with his head covered.

Seeing an acquaintance squatting by the pool looking at the goldfish from afar, Yan Hao walked over to say hello: "Song Ran, why are you here?"

Song Ran's expression was surprised: "It's you."

He stood up, and the raindrops hit the lenses, and his eyes narrowed indistinctly: "I asked a friend to meet here, how about you?"

Yan Hao said: "I also have an appointment with friends."

Then the two of them didn't speak or say goodbye, they just stood where they were, looking at me and looking at you.

The whole world was eerily quiet.

In less than a minute, Yan Hao and Song Ran spoke in unison.

"Big mouth?"

"Little girl?"

"..."

-

In the small pavilion, Yan Hao took off his hood and straightened his hair. He thought about breaking the delicate atmosphere and said, "Dude, your voice in YY is too different from that of a real person..."

Song Ran smiled shyly: "I used a voice changer."

Just a little?The banquet is beyond words.

Listening to the voice on YY, what I imagined was a rough uncle with a left green dragon and a right white tiger, smoking a cigarette and beating a big drum, but he was actually a gentle white-faced scholar.

If Yang Cong found out the truth, he might throw the table.

Yan really couldn't figure out why Song Ran changed his voice, so he asked him.

Song Ran answered very bluntly: "It's fun."

Banquet: "..."

"Class representative, you have deceived my relationship with Yang Cong."

Song Ran was wiping the blurred lenses with the hem of his clothes, and suddenly raised his head when he thought of something: "He just brushed a little blood?"

Good nod.

Song Ran took a breath, with an unacceptable look: "I'll go!"

There are three people in a guild, and they have been playing in the arena together, but they are in the same class.

And Song Ran usually dislikes Yang Cong the most in class, and thinks he is useless. As a result, he has never won a PK with him in the game, not even once.

Song Ran was in a mess.

-

Yan Hao was also shocked, there was no way to combine Da Diao and Song Ran for a while, so he couldn't help sending a text message to Jiang Muxing.

-Squad leader, let me tell you something, Song Ran is actually my teammate in the game.

Jiang Muxing didn't reply to the message, but called directly.

Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, then quickly walked out of the pavilion, found a place to connect, and lowered his voice: "Hello, squad leader."

Jiang Muxing asked at the other end: "Are you together?"

"That's right, we made an appointment to meet up today," Yan Hao whispered, "We're in Changxi Park now, and we're both still digesting the news that our teammates are classmates."

There was admiration in his tone: "I really didn't expect Song Ran to have good grades and be good at playing games. That's amazing."

Jiang Muxing was silent for a while: "Which game?"