serious about love

Song Ran knew that Yan Hao was able to make it from the bottom because he found a very good tutor. He thought it was one-on-one guidance for each subject.

Who knows that the tutor is actually his deskmate, making up all six subjects.

Do you want to be so awesome?

Moreover, Jiang Muxing moved to Yanhaona to live with him.

This was beyond Song Ran's expectations, but also within his expectations. Only with day and night tutoring and strict supervision, good grades can only keep going.

One tutoring lesson a day is not enough.

Yan Hao has now become the idol of the wealthy second generation of No. [-] Middle School. Since he became a dark horse at the end of his sophomore year of high school, he went straight to the exams starting from his third year of high school.

Those voices gradually weakened, fewer and fewer people wanted to see his jokes, and more and more people looked at him squarely.

A good test once can be said to be plagiarized, twice is a fluke, three times or four times, that is strength.

No matter whether others are willing to admit it or not, a person who only passed the exam at his own expense and bought it with money has indeed killed the frontline battlefield, and his momentum is turbulent.

The atmosphere in the class became tense.

Song Ran didn't think Jiang Muxing was so nice to the banquet because of the extremely generous tuition fees.

But he couldn't think of any other reason.

Even if it is a very special friend, it is too hard.

-

When Song Ran entered the apartment, he felt a sense of disobedience. Something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out. He followed Jiang Mu into the kitchen and put the dishes in his hand on the counter.

"Lao Jiang, you've kept it a secret."

Jiang Muxing took the kettle to boil water: "What are you hiding?"

Song Ran leaned against the edge of the table: "You gave Yanhao extra lessons and lived with him, you never mentioned it."

Jiang Muxing's voice was diluted by the sound of water: "There is nothing to mention."

"..."

Song Ran looked around the bright kitchen, the bowls and chopsticks were in pairs, and there were two sky-blue post-it notes on the refrigerator, Lao Jiang's words, reminding Yanhao to put the fresh milk out of the refrigerator before drinking it. Take less dried cranberries at a time, and don't eat too much.

There was an indescribable sense of weirdness that burst out suddenly and grew wildly in Song Ran's heart.

"Lao Jiang, you are good to the banquet," Song Ran paused, "That's great."

Jiang Muxing plugged in the kettle: "Okay?"

Song Ran's eyes behind the lens flashed, with an inquiring look that he hadn't noticed himself: "It can't be better."

Jiang Muxing laughed softly: "I don't think so."

Now he is just a high school student, he has not paid off his debts, and has not completed his studies. There is very little he can do for the good, so how could it not be better.

It's not enough.

Song Ran didn't know what his friend was thinking, and he didn't let go of the doubt: "Don't think so? Then what do you want to do to him? If I had a girlfriend who was poor in study, I probably wouldn't be able to do what you did."

Jiang Muxing was noncommittal: "It's just a tutoring in studies."

"That's all? Then you will tutor my cousin in mathematics. My uncle wants you to take an extra chemistry subject, and the tuition can be doubled," Song Ran said, "You refused, saying that you are under pressure and will delay your study. .”

"How come here, you can take all six subjects, don't you think there is anything?"

Jiang Muxing said lightly: "I'm recommended, I have time in the third year of high school."

When Song Ran heard this, his eyeballs almost fell off: "Gued? When did it happen? Didn't you accept it from any school?"

Jiang Muxing: "I changed my mind during the summer vacation. The formalities were completed not long ago, and the Academic Affairs Office did not make it public."

Song Ran: "Where is the escort?"

Jiang Muxing: "Big A."

Song Ran: "Then when we go to college, we can still come out to have a rub once in a while."

Jiang Muxing nodded.

While digesting the news, Song Ran asked curiously: "Where is Yan Hao's wish? I think his momentum is not limited to just being admitted to a bachelor's degree, right?"

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

Song Ran didn't ask too much, she would know after the college entrance examination next year.

"My university of science and technology is recommended, and I have to record the registration records and college entrance examination results in the file. Although I have signed a contract, it will not affect my admission to university, but I can't fail in the exam, otherwise it will be embarrassing."

Song Ran pushed his glasses: "University A does not allow recommended students to take the college entrance examination, Lao Jiang, you can use your senior year to do your own thing, work part-time to prepare for the university, or go to the exam if you want to get a certificate, give My cousin can also make up lessons, she said that you are handsome and good at giving lectures, she admires you very much, and she is not satisfied with the other tutors my uncle finds."

"Schools like Zhang Cheng and the others don't have to take the college entrance examination. Now they don't come to class very much. They play drums and guitar, wait for the newspapers of various classes, and wait to go to college to hang out with girls."

Jiang Muxing opened the refrigerator: "I'm making up lessons for Yan Hao. I have to go to school. I want to know the progress of the teachers in each subject."

Song Ran: "..."

"Give him make-up lessons throughout the third year of high school, and send him to the examination room all the time?"

Jiang Muxing said frankly, "Yes."

Song Ran was stunned for a moment: "You have a year to allocate freely, don't you want to do something else?"

Jiang Muxing said lightly: "I can't do it, the tutoring schedule is very full."

Song Ran was very surprised. Lao Jiang's family background was not good, and time was very precious to him. He spent very little on his studies, and most of it was on survival.

Now it takes a year to mentor a person.

In the last year of high school, I only do one thing.

-

It's too illusory.

Inexplicably, a piece of memory emerged in Song Ran's mind. Lao Jiang had revealed to him the "I Have a Friend" series before.

Lao Jiang has a sweetheart who has found no one in his grade, has discovered his thoughts, and is restless.

What's going on now?

Already stomping on the tail of high school?

But Lao Jiang is still the same, he refuses to show love and confession on the spot, without delay, and there are no girls around who can match the label of his sweetheart.

Even pen pals have clues.

Song Ran was in some kind of extremely weird confusion. He took off his eyes, wiped the lens with the corner of his clothes, and asked after deliberation: "Lao Jiang, how are you and Yan..."

Jiang Muxing looked over darkly, with an unusually compelling sense of oppression.

Song Ran's mind was blank and he forgot to say anything.

Jiang Muxing withdrew his gaze and said nonchalantly, "There is something to drink in the refrigerator, take it yourself."

Song Ran came to his senses, put on his glasses and asked, "What's there?"

Jiang Muxing said: "Lotus root juice, cola, coconut juice, soda."

Song Ran opened the refrigerator and saw a box of fresh milk in a row of drinks, and he reached for it.

Jiang Muxing's voice sounded from behind: "That's a good banquet."

"..." Song Ran silently put down the fresh milk.

"But having said that, Lao Jiang, even with the help of a great god like you, if the client's mind is not on study, and he doesn't listen to what he says, it's still useless. The key is to look at yourself."

Song Ran unscrewed the cap of the soda: "Yanhao has put in a lot of effort. Not only is he very hardworking, but he is also smart."

Jiang Muxing's thin lips slightly lifted: "Yes."

Song Ran missed the flash of pride in Jiang Muxing's eyes, he caught a glimpse of the bag of cold particles in the trash can: "Are you caught a cold?"

When the water boiled, Jiang Muxing unplugged it, picked up the kettle, and poured water into the thermos: "It's a feast."

"I also have a bit of a cold and a headache."

Song Ran leaned against the refrigerator door and took a sip of soda: "That guy Yang Cong asked me to go shopping in the vegetable market early in the morning. It was the first time he went by himself. He said he wanted to buy chicken and asked me to pick it out. Do you think I can do it? I You can tell the difference between a rooster and a hen..."

-

In the room, Yang Cong sneezed: "Damn, I was infected by you."

"get out."

Yanhao kicked him, and Jiang Muxing didn't get infected when he kissed him.

Yang Cong pointed to his red nose, and laughed shamelessly: "My good brother, your carrot is even redder than yesterday."

Yan's good words suddenly popped out of his mouth: "What's on your trouser leg?"

Yang Cong looked down and saw a black lump: "Fuck."

"It looks like the guts of a fish."

Yang Cong determined that it would be a series of "fucking shit" in the future, and wiped it with a paper towel as if dying.

Yan Yan frowned: "Did you buy fish?"

"I bought a mullet." Yang Cong threw away the paper towel, "Auntie Zhang will cook you soup at noon."

Yan Haoyan said: "I don't want to drink fish soup."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes: "Okay, friend, don't pick, your brother and I have a cold, you won't even buy one."

Banquet: "..."

"Mao still wants to buy it, you have it all over your legs."

Yang Cong cut his voice: "Mao Duo is so strong, do you understand?"

Yanhao stopped the movement of turning the pen, and Jiang Muxing also had a lot of hair. On the calf, there were explosive muscle lines, and the hormonal breath was very strong, very masculine.

Whether it is strong or not, he has not experienced it yet.

Paper airplanes don't play with him.

Jiang Muxing was too stingy and tolerant, he didn't change his face when he raised his hand, I don't know how he did it.

Yanhao bit the corner of her mouth and thought, how long will it take to get things done? It won't be until he finishes the college entrance examination, right?

That would drive him crazy, no, can't wait.

Yang Cong suddenly moved a handsome face closer: "Xiao Hao, why is your mouth broken?"

"Hungry."

Yan Hao lied without blushing: "I have a cold and have no appetite for the past two days, and I haven't eaten anything."

Yang Cong believed it.

It's good to put your heart in your stomach, and it's good to be a silly child.

In the next moment, Yang Cong said abruptly, "Whose property is that?"

Yan Hao looked in the direction of his finger, there was a pair of pajama pants next to the pillow, Jiang Muxing's.

"Mine." Yan Hao said.

Yang Cong didn't believe it this time, he strode over, grabbed the pajama pants and compared them in front of him: "I wear them a little longer, how do you wear them?"

"Just put your feet on and wear them." Yan Hao said with a calm face, "The bigger ones are comfortable to sleep in."

"Forget about the pajamas, come and help me look at the computer, I've been stuck recently."

Yang Cong was immediately distracted: "Did Jiang Muxing get it for you?"

Yan Hao slid the chair to turn on the computer: "He won't."

Sorry, boyfriend.

Yang Cong immediately started chattering, and the tail behind him turned into a propeller: "I still have to look at my brothers when it's critical."

"Yes Yes Yes."

Yan Hao moved to the side: "Come on, brother, help me straighten up."

Yang Cong went over: "Don't you have a laptop? Why do you still use a desktop one? The keyboard can be used for anything."

"Desktop users feel safe."

Taking advantage of Yang Cong's inattention, Yanhao pulled the quilt to cover Jiang Muxing's pajamas.

Fat little IQ is not good, it is easy to deceive, Song Ran will come in and see later, it will definitely be over.

Ever since Yanhao got married with Jiang Muxing, she has been in a conflicted mood.

To Yanhao, Jiang Muxing is like the most delicious candy in the world. There are too many people who want to taste it, and only he has it. He wants to tell the whole world how sweet the candy is.

But I don't want to be discovered, I want to eat secretly.

"What happened to your computer desktop?"

Yang Cong's ghostly cry brought Yan Hao back to his senses: "Isn't it good?"

"What a bird." Yang Cong said, "You used to be in a mess. You lost one icon here and another there. I said N times and you didn't change it. Now look, it's neatly and rigorously divided. I'm so fucking hairy." Everyone stood up."

Yanhao lowered her eyes: "I'll tell you straight up now."

Yang Cong turned his head and held his breath.

Yan Hao sighed softly: "I am possessed."

Yang Cong: "..."

-

The computer is used by Jiang Muxing, and he gave up electronic products in his third year of high school. The strategy is to combine work and rest, but "Yi" is clinging to Jiang Muxing for kisses and hugs.

Same as charging.

Yanhao blew her nose: "Jiang Muxing taught me to tidy up the desktop. He thought mine was too messy and things were hard to find."

Yang Cong twitched his lips: "Why did you change what he said?"

"God of learning, idol."

Yan Hao took it for granted, very straightforward, without any secrets, and would not make people feel subtle.

Yang Cong didn't think about it when he saw the banquet, he grabbed the mouse and poked it: "The computer is so clean, there is nothing to clear, why is it stuck?"

Yan Hao choked: "I don't know."

Yang Cong glanced at him suspiciously, and was about to speak when Jiang Muxing and Song Ran came in.

"The room is so big."

Song Ran looked around: "Good banquet, you have to sleep with the rabbit in your arms."

He picked up the two rabbits beside the bed, one was gray, a little old, with long drooping ears, very soft, the other was dark gray, the ears on both sides were asymmetrical, and felt average.

"Brother?"

Yan Hao said without thinking: "No, they are a pair."

Yang Cong on the side flicked his hand lightly with the lighter, but he didn't notice this, the little good rabbit had an extra one.

When are there many?

-

After lunch, Song Ran played games on the good computer, saying that the network speed was good and there was no delay, and he wanted to feel a soft and silky attack and defense.

Yanhao was busy making papers, and Jiang Muxing was supervising.

Yang Cong washed the cherry tomatoes in the kitchen, a small handful for a long time.

Aunt Zhang felt sorry for the water: "Xiao Yang, put it in the basin and don't wash it in the water."

Yang Cong's left ear went in and his right ear went out: "Auntie, how is Jiang Muxing treating Xiaohao?"

Aunt Zhang didn't understand, so she said, "It's pretty good."

Yang Cong grinned: "What a good way?"

Aunt Zhang: "..."

"Although I don't have much time to stay, I have seen Xiao Hao get along with Xiao Jiang, and the two children hit it off very well."

Auntie Zhang wiped the mouth of the bowl with the rag in her hand: "Xiao Hao listens to Xiao Jiang, and Xiao Jiang also listens to Xiao Hao. The two of them didn't blush or quarrel. That's a real kiss..."

She was talking nonsense, all as chatter, not knowing that the boy next to her was terrified.

After talking for a while, Aunt Zhang stopped and murmured a little bit: "Xiao Yang, why did you ask this?"

"It's nothing, just ask casually, Auntie, don't tell Xiaohao and Jiang Muxing what I asked, lest they think too much."

Yang Cong threw the cherry tomatoes into a glass bowl and went to the balcony to smoke.

Next door is the guest room, which used to be Yang Cong's den here, and now Jiang Muxing sleeps.

This meeting is best to review in it.

Yang Cong looked at the sky with a cigarette butt in his pocket, he didn't know what he was thinking, after a few minutes, he scratched his neck, walked to the corner, and leaned against the brick wall to breathe.

After a while, laughter came from the window.

It's a good feast, and the young Chicheng is hot in his smile, and the review can be so fun, it doesn't seem to be tiring at all.

Then Jiang Muxing was giving a lecture. At first he heard that he was as indifferent as usual, but if you listen more, you will find that it is different.

There is emotion in Jiang Muxing's voice, if you pluck it carefully, you will find something called tenderness.

For a moment, many pictures flashed before Yang Cong's eyes, and they became chaotic again, like a broken TV set, mixed with a lot of snowflakes, the cigarette by his mouth flicked, and a handful of startled ash fell out.

-

After that day, Yang Cong still looked the same as usual, idling and out of shape.

Yanhao suspected that Yang Cong knew about his relationship with Jiang Muxing. He tried to test it more than once, but failed due to various factors.

Yanhao even noticed that Yang Cong was avoiding that topic intentionally or unintentionally, so he didn't chase after him.

The word "gay" is full of negative and embarrassing labels, and it is called a shocking love.

Yan Hao had long thought that such a day would come, either he took the initiative to explain it, or Yang Cong discovered it himself.

He thought that Yang Cong would run to him immediately, ask for evidence, yell, dissuade, or be so angry that he would curse and cry.

After all, he has a violent temper, a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, and a straight temper.

Yan Hao did not expect Yang Cong to choose self-repression and self-organization.

The growth was caught off guard.

Yan Hao believes that Yang Cong will accept her.

They grew up together, best brothers.

No matter how long it takes Yang Cong to build up his mind, he can wait for the banquet.

After mid-September, Yang Cong skipped classes more frequently. The online game world and the basketball court were his active places, and he was free and easy all day long.

He is in the third year of high school, and his study is almost entirely self-conscious, and his old class doesn't care about him.

Xia Shui's health is not good, and he always asks for leave.

Fortunately, there were almost no one talking around the banquet, and the mobile phone was at Jiang Muxing's, the seats were far apart, and the small notes could not be passed, so he could only pass the time by brushing the questions and memorizing formulas.

-

Time goes by quickly, and the National Day, as in previous years, made its debut.

Yan Hao is going to his parents, this plan has not changed, probably because of the influence of Jiang Muxing, he has also unknowingly organized his life.

It rained heavily the night before departure, and it continued until dawn, making people upset and irritable.

After the banquet, he had to leave after breakfast, otherwise he would not be able to catch the flight, and the rain was still falling, so he found an older driver to pick him up.

Jiang Muxing didn't clear the dining table, but went to change his shoes.

Yan Hao jumped up and lay on his back: "Don't send me off, you are so motion sick, it's a pain to run back and forth."

Jiang Muxing pushed him up: "It's okay."

"If something happens, you are mine. If you are uncomfortable, it is mine."

Yan Hao hugged Jiang Muxing's neck, and blew into his ear: "Be obedient."

Jiang Muxing's breath was slightly heavy: "You really don't want me to see you?"

"Really not."

Yan Hao rubbed his hair: "I fly every year, very skilled."

Jiang Muxing was silent for a while: "Then I'll take you to the car."

Yan Hao said yes, he pursed his lips, telling his wife like a husband who is going to fight on the battlefield.

"I'm going to stay for two days, you wait for me at home obediently."

"Lie down."

Jiang Muxing bent over and squatted down with Yanhao on his back, took the sneakers from the bottom of the shoe cabinet and loosened the laces.

Yan Yan watched Jiang Muxing put on shoes for himself, and his heart was about to pop out of his chest.

"You'll always be nice to me?"

Jiang Muxing's slender fingers hooked the shoelaces, tied a smooth bow, and switched to the other foot.

Yan Hao bit his ear: "I'm talking to you."

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

Yanhao couldn't get the answer he wanted, so he unconsciously increased his strength, biting Jiang Muxing's ear with bleeding marks.

It won't go away for a few days.

Only then did Jiang Muxing say: "Get up."

Feasting like an octopus: "You haven't answered my question just now, you have to say yes."

Jiang Muxing said, "Yes."

Yan Hao climbed up the pole: "Say more."

Jiang Muxing lowered his head to change his shoes: "Is there anything else to bring?"

Hao Hao was very unhappy with his diversion: "No more."

Jiang Muxing asked again: "Have you brought everything you should bring?"

Yan Hao asked back: "Didn't you check it for me?"

Jiang Mu walked to help his forehead.

"I haven't left yet, and you miss me so much?" Yan Hao stretched his head forward, wanting to see Jiang Muxing's expression and whether he was blushing, but he held his face with one hand.

"Why don't you let me see it?"

Yanhao kissed Jiang Muxing's palm, and sighed: "You look like this, I feel like you want to carve a line on my back, and my son travels thousands of miles and mother is worried."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

-

When we got downstairs, Jiang Muxing wouldn't let Jiang Muxing see him off after the banquet: "It's raining heavily, so come here, don't come down."

As he spoke, he took the backpack from Jiang Muxing's hand.

Jiang Muxing frowned.

Yan Hao was afraid that he would get angry, so he hurriedly coaxed: "The car has already arrived at the gate of the community, I will go there and leave."

Jiang Muxing looked at him for a long time, his voice was low and a little hoarse: "Call me when you land."

Yan Hao shook his head: "That can't be done."

Jiang Muxing's face turned cold, and before he could say anything, Ting Yanhao said: "I can't just look for you there, I will send you a message when I get in the car, and I will send you a message all the way to the airport, and I will tell you before boarding the plane." you."

Jiang Muxing's outline softened: "Okay."

Yan Hao opened the blue umbrella to block him from walking with Jiang Mu.

The two shared a long kiss.

Yan Hao soaked in the thoughts of parting, and never separated from Jiang Muxing in the future. He waved his hand, his voice was very nasal, suppressing his uncomfortable emotions: "I'm leaving."

Jiang Muxing nodded: "Be careful on the road."

"Don't worry, in two days, I promise to send your boyfriend back with his tail and tail."

Yan Hao walked out of the corridor with a smile, walked down the steps towards the gate of the community, the smile on his face disappeared, and the corners of his mouth were pressed down.

I hope my parents can listen to him and finish what he wants to say, and hope everything goes well.

Not far away, Yan Hao suddenly stopped for some reason, he lifted the umbrella up, turned his head and looked downstairs not far away.

As expected, Jiang Muxing didn't go upstairs, he just stood there, tall and straight, tall and handsome, his face seemed to have no expression, but also seemed to have.

Yan Hao looked at Jiang Muxing through the rain curtain, his heart skipped a beat, and his back was covered with hot sweat.

Did Jiang Muxing guess what he was doing this trip, afraid that he would give up?

But don't say it, don't want to put pressure on him, let him choose?

Yan Hao's breathing became short of breath. He put down the umbrella, held it with his left hand, turned his back and walked forward.

After walking about two or three steps, Yan Hao lowered his right hand, with the palm facing himself, with five fingers together, making a fist, and raising his little finger.

Then bend the little finger and put up the thumb and index finger.

Finally, the little finger and the thumb stand vertically.