serious about love

It was pouring rain outside, Yan Hao's heart was full of small flowers, swaying with the spring breeze, he opened the screen window of the balcony, quickly closed the glass window, and was hit by the rain.

"It's raining hard."

Jiang Mu walked to the balcony to watch the rain.

Yan Hao's eyes were glued to his back: "Squad leader, why don't you go back at all, just stay with me for one night."

Jiang Muxing looked at the rainwater meandering down on the glass window, his tone was a little flat, and he couldn't hear what he was thinking: "I live here?"

"Yeah." Yan Hao tried his best not to look too eager, "I have three rooms here, and the second bedroom on the north side is where my parents live. They will come to visit me when they return to China. This room is a guest room, only Yang Cong lived in it, and the quilt and pillow case are all clean."

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

The disappointment of the banquet was not great. He expected this result. He lowered his head, and in the next second he heard a voice above his head: "Then let's stay with you for one night."

At that moment, Yan Hao stood there stupidly as if dead.

Jiang Muxing turned around.

A dazzling white line suddenly appeared on the horizon, like a sharp sword, it slashed across the glass window, the lightning flashed in his dark pupils, and the light halo lightly swept towards Yanhao.

Followed by a muffled thunder.

Yan seemed to be yelling at his ears. He woke up suddenly and scratched his ears to cover up his surprise: "Okay, okay, I'll show you the room."

"No hurry." Jiang Muxing didn't catch up with the words, "Have you finished all your homework?"

Yan Hao's nerves were slow: "It was arranged during the day, how could someone finish it now."

Jiang Muxing glanced at him: "I'm done."

Banquet: "..."

"You are the monitor, you are different."

Jiang Muxing looked down at him, and said casually, "What's the difference?"

Yan Hao pursed his lips: "The monitor is omnipotent."

Jiang Muxing moved the corners of his lips as if mocking himself, and he left the balcony with a calmness that didn't match his age.

That kind of calmness is tempered by being oppressed by life and stepping into society too early.

-

Yanhao was walking a little drifting, as if drunk: "Squad leader, do you want to help me with my homework?"

"It's late," Jiang Muxing looked at his watch, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yan Hao said: "Then I will go to the room to see if there are any clothes you can wear."

Entering the room, Yan Hao threw himself onto the bed in a daze, lay motionless for a while, then turned over, his eyes facing the chandelier on the ceiling.

The thunder outside the window came one after another, and there was a loud one, like a bombardment, which made the eardrums hurt. Yan Hao touched the old gray Bunny rabbit on the bedside, hugged it, and pulled its long drooping ears .

Yan Hao was lying on the bed playing with Bonnie Rabbit's ears, thinking about something. After some time, there was a knock on the door, and he responded reflexively: "Come in."

Jiang Mu walked into the room and saw such a scene.

Yan Hao looked at him, there was a bang, and there was an illusion of thunder in his head.

The room fell into an eerie silence.

Yan Hao sat up from the bed in a hurry, threw the Bunny rabbit in his hand aside, picked it up again, pretended to smile calmly: "Squad leader, this is a rabbit, Bunny rabbit, I always cried when I was a child, so my mother bought it for me." After this, I always carry it with me, and I will put it in the salute wherever I go, just like my family, its fur is very soft, its belly is also soft, and its ears are long..."

"Just..." After a pause, he raised Bonnie Rabbit to cover his face, and said softly, "It's cute."

Jiang Muxing looked at him: "Yes."

Yanhao subconsciously put down Bonnie Rabbit, looked up at Jiang Muxing, and didn't see the slightest hint of ridicule on his face.

Even Yang Cong would joke, saying that he had never seen a boy other than him put a doll on the bed and treat it as a playmate.

Jiang Muxing didn't.

It doesn't seem to be a big deal, it's normal.

After the banquet, he realized that he was staring at Jiang Muxing, he hurriedly looked away, and rubbed his hair a little helplessly: "Squad leader, are you in?"

Jiang Muxing asked back: "Didn't you say you want to find clothes for me?"

"Looking for clothes, yes," Yan Hao got off the bed, "You wait and I will."

Yan Hao gave Jiang Muxing a bag shortly after he left the room: "There are toothbrushes and towels in it, all new, and clothes, which are pajamas I bought too big, blue plaid short-sleeved shorts, which have been kept In the cupboard, clean."

"I found a pair of underwear for you," Yanhao said. "Yang Cong left it here. He didn't wear it. I texted him to ask and said hello. You can wear it."

In fact, he bought it specially, XL size, Jiang Muxing's school uniform size.

Anyway, Jiang Muxing won't ask Yang Cong for confirmation.

The pajamas were also bought by Yan Hao at the mall after school the day before yesterday. I chose Jiang Muxing's favorite color. After I bought them, I dehydrated them to dry, folded them myself, and didn't let my aunt touch anything.

Yan Hao made preparations in advance for Jiang Muxing to spend the night with him one day, but he didn't expect to use it for the first make-up class.

"That's all. Shower gel, shampoo, and shampoo are all in the bathroom. Use whatever you want. Tell me if you need anything else."

Jiang Muxing took the bag and went to the bathroom.

Yan Hao parted her lips slightly, and stared at the door with impatience all over her body. She hung her head and returned to the room until her eyes became sore and red.

-

After a while, Yan Hao sat in front of the desk, set up a small mirror, scissors in one hand, and bangs in the other hand, planning to cut off the end of the hair that poked the eyes.

Yang Cong turned on the phone, and Yan Hao turned on the speaker.

"Are you still upset, brother?"

Yang Cong said pitifully, "I'm going to be bored to death by myself. Really, I came to you because I had no choice. If you're not so upset, just chat a few words."

A handful of strands of hair fell off the blade and landed on the paper spread on the table, Yan Hao leaned against the mirror to check whether the scissors were cut crookedly.

"No time, chat with your girlfriend."

"I can't chat." Yang Cong said, "My Lingling is a three-good student. She has a lot of homework to do, so I can't disturb her."

Banquet: "..."

"Others can look for it, but the key is that they are not strong enough and have scruples in speaking, so I can only look for you."

Yang Cong felt that his brother's mood was quite good, so he changed back to a carefree manner, "What are you doing?"

Yan Hao grabbed the scissors and poked at the end of the hair to cut it, in a definite way: "Cut your hair."

"I'm just wondering." Yang Cong tutted his tongue, "You are a real rich second generation, so rich that you always cut your own hair, is it plausible?

Yanhao carefully trimmed her bangs: "Get lost."

Yang Cong yelled like an unweaned child: "Don't, don't, let's talk about it, I'm really going to fart."

I don't care about the banquet.

Yang Cong asked abruptly: "Xiao Hao, have you seen the film?"

Yan Hao shook his hand, he couldn't hold the scissors firmly, and almost stabbed his forehead: "I haven't seen it."

Although he has two discs of resources, they are all calcium tablets, not the kind Yang Cong asked, so it is not a lie.

Yang Cong laughed: "I have it, do you want it?"

Yan Hao frowned: "No."

"We are not too young anymore," Yang Congyu said earnestly, "I am nineteen, you are eighteen, you are not too young, do you think?"

Yanhao said perfunctorily with her nose: "Yes."

"Then it's a bird to watch a movie. You can watch it if you want. There's nothing embarrassing about it."

At the end, Yang Cong sighed politely: "The ancients said that food and sex are also sexual."

Yan Hao didn't know what he was fuming about: "Are you watching?"

"Can I call you while I'm watching?" Yang Cong said, "I can be so awesome?"

Yan Hao, who often does homework while watching movies, keeps silent.

Yang Cong coughed twice: "Ahem, that's what happened. I went to a website at night, and a buddy sent it to me. I didn't want it. He insisted on giving it to me. He even gave me a registration code. You say now How can there be such a polite person in this world?"

After Yan Hao finished cutting her bangs, she shook the broken hair on the paper to the middle: "There's a lot of nonsense, brother."

"Brother, brother, I'm telling you what's on my mind. Just that website, there are a lot of things in it."

Yang Cong's voice stopped suddenly, and he stopped talking.

It feels like he is suffering from an evil wind.

"I've been with Lingling for almost a year, and we're still in the stage of holding hands."

Yang Cong babbled, laughing foolishly, "It's good for girls to be conservative, but they should be conservative. They should be in high school, and they shouldn't mess around. You say yes, we men have to respect people's ideas."

"But how should I put it, sometimes when it comes to that point, when the emotion is up, you know, I really want to do that in my heart, without those messy thoughts, I just want to kiss her, just kiss her face, or Forehead, she won't allow it."

Yan Hao felt bitter water coming from the other end of the phone, and negative emotions went straight into his ears. He wrapped the broken hair in paper and threw it into the trash can: "Why do you talk so much? Is it interesting to abuse dogs?"

"I don't accept this charge. If I really wanted to torture a dog, you would have been tortured to death." Yang Cong snorted lightly, "I am a common problem of people who are in love. I worry about gains and losses."

Yan Hao's mouth twitched, Dare to be affectionate is not an evil wind, but an evil fire, it can be seen from watching the film, and he came to play tricks with him when he had no place to put it, a bunch of complaints at a young age.

If you don't fall in love, there's nothing wrong with it.

But Yan is so envious of these shit, he also wants to fall in love, and talk to Jiang Muxing.

"What are your plans for your first anniversary?"

Yan Hao found a topic to pass the time, and when Jiang Muxing took a bath, he would have an evil fire, "Tell me."

Yang Cong, a tall man of more than 1.8 meters, swayed: "That's it, that, I'm practicing guitar, and I will sing a song for her when the time comes, don't say it."

Yan Hao asked: "What else?"

"What else?" Yang Cong laughed, "I played and sang by myself. It was the first time in my life that I sang to a girl, and I also wrote the lyrics. I wrote and sang my love for her for her. Playing and singing, full of commemorative significance, isn't that enough?"

Whether Yan is good or not: "I think you might as well buy her a bracelet."

"What's the point of that?"

Yang Cong said, "I asked Xia Shui what I thought, and asked her to answer as a girl. If it was to celebrate the first anniversary, she felt that her boyfriend wrote a song for her with great care, and she would be very touched."

Xia Shui is the front table of the banquet. She and the two of them are a trio bought by Class 1. They grew up in the same circle. Everyone will use the so-called "born in Rome" to describe them uniformly.

Yan Hao put the scissors and the mirror in the drawer: "Brother, not every girl is Xia Shui, the answer you asked can only be used as a reference."

"Nonsense!" Yang Cong twitched again, "I actually prepared a pair of necklaces, custom-made, with my name engraved on them, but I don't really want to give them on that day. I'm afraid she will get the key point wrong and don't care. I sang."

Yanhao really can't stand him being so sloppy: "So what do you want?"

Yang Cong snarled over there: "Damn it, you think I'm bored, don't you? Is this a human job? Wait until you fall in love later, don't talk to me if you feel like a fuck!"

Banquet: "..."

"Damn, I'm so annoying, let's not talk," Yang Cong swears, "Xiao Hao, you can play games. I'm online, let's make a copy."

Yanhao was annoyed by him and had a headache: "Stop scrolling, go to sleep."

"You don't go to school tomorrow, you go to bed so early?"

Yang Cong revived his blood and acted like a demon, "Could it be that he wants to secretly search for movies on the Internet? You mustn't, there are many viruses on the Internet, you want to see them, buddies, tell them, the website every minute send you..."

"Play by yourself." Yan Hao picked up the phone.

-

When Yan Hao went out, the bathroom door was open, there was no one inside, and the heat had almost dissipated. Jiang Muxing didn't know when he had finished taking a shower and left. He walked outside the room next to the door, Dangling.

The door of the room suddenly opened from the inside, Yanhao was caught off guard and met Jiang Muxing face to face.

Jiang Muxing's hair is wet and hasn't been combed very much. A few strands of hair are messy and casually draped over his forehead. The edges and corners seem to have been washed off a bit. With a simple and warm cotton pajamas, it looks a little soft , still handsome as hell.

The banquet was amazing.

Jiang Muxing lowered his head slightly and raised his eyes: "What's wrong?"

Yan Hao lowered his eyes, and couldn't help laughing, completely unaware that he was shining like this, only caring about being happy, even his excited breath was trembling.

Wearing the clothes and slippers he had chosen, with a blue towel around his neck and smelling like his body wash, the man slept in his apartment as if it were his personal property.

Jiang Muxing looked at the top of the black hair under his eyelids: "Have a good banquet?"

"Hmm? Hmm..." Yan Hao's lips curled up, and he rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand awkwardly, "I want to tell you that the washing machine is on the balcony, and you can wear your clothes in the morning after taking off your clothes. If you don't worry You can use the dryer, in the bathroom, I'm afraid you didn't see it."

Jiang Muxing grabbed the towel and wiped his head: "I see."

Yan Hao waited for a long time without waiting for anything else, the colorful light spots in his world disappeared one by one until it was deep black.

Jiang Muxing will find that the shower gel in the bathroom has the same taste as his own soap, and all the supplies are in the color he likes.

Either of these two topics can be discussed, and we can start with the same taste.

But Jiang Muxing didn't.

Yan Hao's heart was soaked in great loss, sour, thinking that Jiang Muxing had a cold temper, and he was like this to everyone, so he felt better.

"Then I'm going back to my room, monitor, go to bed early."

As soon as Yan Hao turned around, he heard Jiang Muxing calling him: "Yan Hao."

Jiang Muxing's voice was slightly low, a little hoarse, and the ending sounded faintly smiling, and Yan Hao's entire spine was numb.

"Um……"

"You went the other way."

"..."

Yan Hao's embarrassing face was on fire: "I'll put the burglar on!"