serious about love

Song Ran was forced into the alley by Yang Cong and Xia Shui.

Yang Cong stared at him with fierce eyes that he had never seen before: "Brother, if you dare to speak out, you will be cut off."

Xia Shui made a one-size-fits-all gesture: "It's like peeling a pineapple."

Song Ran shuddered, his back was pressed against the wall at some point, it was freezing.

Yang Cong put his foot against the wall, controlled Song Ran between himself and the wall, bowed his waist arrogantly and warned: "It's not okay to say anything, you must cover your mouth tightly."

Xia Shui stood aside with her arms folded: "You can't even talk about it in your dreams."

Song Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "How would I know about falling asleep?"

Yang Cong snorted: "Think about it during the day, dream about it at night, don't fucking think about it during the day, and you won't dream about it at night."

Xia Shui nodded in agreement: "That's the reason."

Song Ran: "..."

Snow drifted down from the narrow alley like a ribbon, and fell on the three people in two pieces, melting into ice water, leaving more and more wet marks.

Song Ran's glasses were scratched again, and the lenses were blurred no matter how much he wiped, he simply put the glasses in his pocket, squinted at Yang Cong and Xia Shui.

"When did you both know?"

Yang Cong and Xia Shui didn't answer.

Song Ran asked again: "Then what are you going to do?"

Yang Cong and Xia Shui continued to say nothing.

"Don't you care?"

Song Ran habitually pushed his glasses, pushed them empty, and rubbed the bridge of his nose upwards: "At the juncture of senior year, once homosexuality is discovered, there will definitely be terrible public opinion, and it will be disastrous in the end."

"Didn't the third middle school have a living example last year?"

"Although one party is not as powerful as Lao Jiang, it is a national gold medalist, an outstanding student cadre, and he transferred directly because he was gay. It was said that he transferred on his own initiative. Who knows the real situation? The other is He is at the same table, the second generation of the school bully, the family is rich, and he is usually a ruthless character, but the result is that he was sent abroad by his family soon after the incident."

"It's been a year, and the Third Middle School still talks about them and regards them as different, which is quite prejudiced."

Song Ran couldn't help but sighed: "Okay, how did you become gay?"

Yang Cong's face was livid: "What do you mean?"

Xia Shui frowned: "What's wrong with homosexuality?"

"It's nothing."

Song Ran raised her hands because they acted like an old hen guarding her cubs and wanted to rush up and slap him to death with her wings: "Handsome guys, calm down, I'm just feeling emotional, I really have no other ideas."

Only then did Yang Cong and Xia Shui restore their classmate friendship.

"To be honest, there must be shocks. I believe you have them too. I feel unbelievable and can't believe it, but I can also understand that this is the truth. Lao Jiang's way of wiping snowflakes on the banquet perfectly expresses what it means to like a meeting." Coming out of the eyes, it really couldn't be more real."

Song Ransi's gentle face was full of complex expressions: "Disgusting discrimination does not exist. I have been friends with Lao Jiang for several years, and I really like the banquet..."

Yang Cong grabbed Song Ran by the collar and lifted him a little: "What did you say?"

Xia Shui smiled slightly: "We'll talk after we think about it."

Song Ran hurriedly explained: "I mean the likes of friends, ordinary friends!"

Yang Cong loosened his collar.

Xia Shui gave him a lollipop.

"..."

Song Ran wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, is the situation so tense now?If you don't pay attention, you will be splashed with blood on the spot.

-

The snow was falling heavily, and the wind was also strong, Xia Shui shrank and opened the little red umbrella: "The three of us know about this, we are going to die, let's swear, whoever talks about it will be green once." , has been green until old."

Song Ran paused when she peeled off the lollipop wrapper, then twitched and said, "No need?"

Yang Cong put his shoulders on his shoulders, increasing his strength: "Friend?"

"I send it, I send it."

Song Ran and Xia Shuiyangcong swear by high-fiving each other, their hands were frozen stiff.

"I swear, I feel a bit stupid."

Yang Cong: "That's true."

Xia Shui continued: "But I still have to post it, come on, let's go."

So the three made an oath and agreed to keep their mouths shut.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, it is simple and pure to do one thing and make the next decision.

Song Ran bit the lollipop, and the plastic stick moved: "I think as friends, now that we know about this, we still need to talk to them. Firstly, it is to show our attitude and reassure them. We respect and accept their opinions. The choice, secondly, I want to tell them that they need to pay more attention, and don't go down the miserable path of the couple in the third middle school because of small losses, what do you think?"

"You don't need to go up one by one, you can send a representative to talk."

Xia Shui pulled up the scarf to cover her mouth and nose, and pointed at Yang Cong: "It's just you."

Yang Cong's reaction was not enthusiastic. He was the earliest insider, and he wanted to talk about it long ago. The reason why he kept avoiding it was because of hesitation, fearing that his head would get flooded and he would say something that would make Fa Xiao uncomfortable.

"Don't worry, you haven't fallen out of favor, you are still the only one among the best friends, even if you open your mouth and say something wrong, Xiao Hao won't do anything to you."

Xia Shui urged: "The friendship of open crotch pants, who else is better than you?"

Song Ran stated: "I vote for Yang Cong."

Yang Cong: "..."

-

The good thing about the banquet was that Yang Cong received a call after nine o'clock in the evening.

For the first time, Yang Cong only had the sound of breathing after the call, and he didn't talk.

Yan Hao instantly understood the purpose of the call, he sat down in the chair and said abruptly: "Have you decided to talk to me?"

Yang Cong popped out two words after a few seconds: "Talking fart."

The familiar cheap smell made Yan Hao relax. It seemed that Yang Cong had sorted out his mind. He crossed his legs and sat in a very relaxed posture.

"I thought we'd have to wait until the next year."

Yang Cong didn't answer: "Then who is by your side?"

"Not here," Yanhao said, "he went downstairs to buy me watermelon."

Yang Cong: "What kind of watermelon do you eat in such a deadly cold day?"

Yan Hao: "I don't know, I just want to eat suddenly."

Yang Cong: "Have you got it?"

Yanhao: "Well, it's been two months."

Yang Cong: "..."

Yan Hao sat up, grabbed two or three cashew nuts and ate them: "Let's talk."

"I can tell you whatever you want to know."

Yang Cong lit a cigarette and took two puffs: "When did it start?"

"You mean I want to have a good relationship with Jiang Mu?"

Yan Hao flicked his bangs: "The high school entrance examination meeting, in the examination room."

Yang Cong was stunned: "...fuck!"

"I'm talking about a partner with Cheng Lingling, and I will tell you that night when the relationship is confirmed."

Yang Cong was angry and wronged: "What about you, you can hide your love from me for a few years, good brother!"

When it comes to the back, there are some gnashing of teeth.

Yanhao touched her nose: "I'm not afraid that you will be frightened."

Yang Cong yelled at the phone: "I'm that kind of weak chicken?"

"I'm going deaf."

Yanhao took away the mobile phone: "Slow down, don't let your parents hear it, the older generation can't accept it."

As soon as Yang Cong was reminded by him, he quickly jumped out of bed to lock the door, and lay back on the bed with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Does your parents know?"

Yan Hao took a pen and twirled it around: "I know, Guo Qing came out of the closet."

Yang Cong gasped: "Damn it, your father didn't break your leg?"

Yan Hao said surprisingly: "Things can be done, thanks to my dad, he did the ideological work for my mom."

The cigarette Yang Cong held between his fingers almost fell: "Has your father been bewitched?"

Banquet: "..."

Yang Cong bit his cigarette butt, and blew smoke rings towards the ceiling, looking old-fashioned like an old man: "Xiao Hao, you can't have both in life, you can't have both, you choose Jiang Muxing, you must lose something, It’s like walking the road to death, and there is only one road to go now.”

"As an adult, you can decide your own affairs. You are responsible for the decisions you have made. I won't say anything else. Since you have chosen this path, go ahead and go your own way."

Yan Hao said: "You told my dad, the repetition rate is as high as 70.00%."

Yang Cong crossed Erlang's legs, shaking comfortably: "Then you might as well call me Second Dad."

Yan laughed and scolded: "Go away."

Yang Cong mentioned the matter of blocking Song Ran during the day, and after a while with the banquet, he put away his cynicism abruptly, and said solemnly: "No matter what happens with Jiang Muxing from now on, I will always stand by your side. Friends are for life, I will support you to the end."

Yan Hao sighed: "You say you don't want to talk face-to-face with me, just because you are afraid of sensationalism, and you still can't avoid it now."

"Depend on!"

Yang Cong swears: "My mother almost shed tears just now!"

Yan Hao said "Oh": "Then you go on."

"Drop a yarn."

Yang Cong took a rough breath, and paused: "Be careful, you are holding back outside before the college entrance examination, if it is not Song Ran who bumps into you today, but someone else, then it will be difficult, your brother has to let the other party know Why is the blood so red?"

Yanhao was about to speak when Yang Cong asked incoherently, "Is Jiang Muxing treating you well?"

"Okay."

"How nice?" Yang Cong didn't believe it, "Can he dress you and warm your bed, cook food and wash your clothes, serve tea and water, rub your back and wash your feet?"

Yan Hao heard the corners of his eyes twitching: "Am I disabled?"

Yang Cong: "..."

-

Ten minutes later, when Jiang Muxing came back from buying watermelons, Yan Hao ran out, and threw himself on him before he could change his shoes.

Jiang Muxing dodged and let him approach after taking off his wet cotton coat.

Yanhao lay on Jiang Muxing's back, with his feet hooked around his thin waist: "Yang Cong talked to me, and it went well."

Jiang Muxing carried him to the kitchen, and put the watermelon in his hand on the counter: "Comfortable?"

"Well, it's comfortable."

Yanhao kissed Jiang Muxing's ear and sucked it: "After eating the watermelon later, let's find a movie to watch."

"On snowy nights, it's only suitable to lie in bed and watch movies."

Jiang Muxing opened the bag, took out the watermelon and rinsed it: "It's also suitable for real questions."

"..."

Yan Hao was about to slip off Jiang Muxing's back, so he hugged him tightly around his neck.

"Then finish the question, you can watch it with me."

Jiang Muxing told him the reality: "When it gets to that point, your eyelids can hardly open, and you watch movies with your toes?"

The banquet is so speechless.

Jiang Muxing patted his ass: "Come down and eat watermelon."

Yanhao not only failed to cooperate, but even clinged even tighter to Jiang Muxing.

Jiang Muxing turned his head to look at him.

Yanhao licked the corner of Jiang Muye's lips: "Feed me."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows: "Eat by yourself."

Yan is good because Jiang Muxing likes it, and he can walk sideways, so he is not afraid of his indifferent appearance at all.

"Okay, then I'll eat by myself."

Yanhao sighed with a drawn out voice, "Yang Cong even fed me."

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Muxing cut open the watermelon with a sullen face, dug a watermelon core and put it in his mouth.

Yan laughed and opened his mouth to eat it.

This season, the taste of watermelon is very average.

Yanhao smelled the vinegar smell on Jiang Muxing's body, and felt that the watermelon was bursting with sweetness.

-

After eating a few mouthfuls of watermelon cores after the banquet, Yang Cong looked for him on Q.

Yang Cong: Song Ran called me and said he solved the case.

Yan Hao guessed what it was.

Yang Cong: Jiang Muxing's QQ profile picture, is it his name and yours, he loves you, yesorno?

Good feast: yes.

Yang Cong: ……………………

Yang Cong: Sao, Sao to the extreme.