serious about love

On Yanhao's birthday, he took a comprehensive exam for science, and there was a question he knew how to do, but somehow he made a mistake and lost three points. He was so depressed that he died.

After school, Yang Cong, Xiashui, and Song Ran followed him to the apartment to celebrate his birthday, and his mood improved a little.

Aunt Zhang was busy in the kitchen, Xia Shui went to help, and ate something to pad her stomach.

Four boys are playing Doudizhu in the living room.

Yanhao got the landlord in the first hand, and he straightened the cards: "Pass."

Song Ran next to him: "Yes."

Jiang Muxing: "Pass."

Yang Cong was the last one, he had to take what he wanted, he had no choice, but his cards lacked one or the other, it was not that good, he spit out the melon seeds in his mouth into the trash can.

"What do you mean, you three, what about making parallel sentences? There are two bombs that must be played, and you don't have any?"

Yanhao and Song Ran said in unison: "No."

Jiang Muxing remained silent.

Yang Cong struggled to death: "One big king brings a bomb, and two big kings must also fight."

"I don't have a few flowers in total."

Yanhao stacked a small pile of cards and put them on the small table.

Yang Cong squinted: "It's all fried?"

"Blow it up," Yan Hao said, "I just have too many cards and I can't hold them."

Yang Cong: "..."

This guy's level of card management is really good, messy, watching him play cards, you can see the fire.

"Are you sure you can't ask for a landlord?"

Yang Cong glanced at each one, especially observing Jiang Muxing: "Don't let me catch someone who actually has two bombs in his hand, but he just doesn't think it's safe, or he doesn't want to be the owner, just let it go, and then dismantle the bombs and go away."

"It doesn't exist." Song Ran sat across from him, cracking the pistachios, "Old Yang, calm down, under normal circumstances, there is no way to avoid the three, and the last one must have a good card."

Yang Cong sneered: "Fart, my cards are as bad as shit."

Song Ran smacked her lips: "We're worse than shit."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes.

Song Ran pointed to the cards beside the table: "Don't you still have these eight cards? Three make up four, single ones make a pair, and you're sure to win."

Yang Cong: "What if you can't win?"

Song Ran: "Then make persistent efforts, as long as the belief is strong enough, there will always be a time to win."

Yang Cong: "..."

I believed your evil.

-

Yang Cong took back the eight cards and found that all of them were needed, and none of them was discarded. In addition, the other three cards were not good, which made him more confident. He reckoned that there would be no suspense in this hand.

Until Yan Hao lisp: "Blow it up."

A vein twitched on Yang Cong's forehead: "Damn it, didn't you catch the landlord just now? Where did the bombing come from?"

Yan Hao sipped the apple candy: "I'm just four mistresses."

He hit Yang Cong's biggest straight with the smallest bomb, and died well: "My teammates, my mission has been completed, and it's up to you next."

Song Ran already looked like a disabled person who had withdrawn from the battle circle: "Hey, I'm useless, Lao Jiang, it's up to you, you have the most cards."

Before Jiang Muxing expressed his position, Yan Hao spoke for him: "The goalkeeper's cards are all dismantled and used to guard the goal. No matter how powerful it is, it is difficult to escape."

"Song Ran, among you, Jiang Muxing and I will protect you and run away."

Song Ran looked at the cards in his hand: "I want to run, but the problem is, this hand of mine is the worst I've ever touched since I played Fighting the Landlord. It's so miserable."

Yan Hao put his feet on the lap of Jiang Muxing who was facing him: "I'm not miserable, I only have four threes, and nothing else."

"No, no, I'm even worse."

Song Ran stretched out an index finger, and pushed up the glasses: "I don't even have four or three, and I don't care what I want. They are all shrimp soldiers and crab generals."

Yang Cong made a "tsk" sound: "What are you two doing, want to play tricks, so that I can relax my vigilance?"

Yanhao eats sweets in silence.

Song Ran continued to knock his pistachios.

-

Yan Hao and Song Ran's cards are not good, but when Yang Cong is in their hands, they can still hold on.

Yang Cong threw two bombs in a row, and just as he was about to throw them away, Jiang Muxing, who had barely spoken, said, "Four aces."

The air on the table exploded.

"Fuck!" Yang Cong stared, "Have you passed all four A's?"

Yan said protectively, "Just one bomb, it's not in the rules of must-fight."

Song Ran nodded: "That's right."

"But we're okay. There are actually two explosions outside. It's much better than I imagined. Lao Yang, what's the matter, your character is very ordinary."

Yang Cong is going to have a heart attack.

Jiang Muxing knocked on the table: "Do you want it?"

Yang Cong smirked: "Why do I want the four A's?"

"Then I'm out." Jiang Muxing said.

Because Jiang Muxing's big explosion overwhelmed Yang Cong's small explosion, the situation gradually reversed.

Finally, it enters the white-hot stage.

Yang Cong only had two cards left, a pair of old Kings, which was the biggest pair at this time, as long as Jiang Muxing made a pair, he would throw it directly.

Jiang Mu lined up a piece of Diamond Nine.

"..."

Yang Cong's mouthful of blood stuck in his throat: "No."

Jiang Muxing issued another nine of hearts.

Yang Cong spit out blood: "Fuck, what are you doing playing cards so quickly, Xiao Hao and Song Ran haven't said whether they want it or not!"

Yanhao bit the candy: "Don't worry about me."

Song Ran's words were even shorter: "Same as above."

Yang Cong's handsome face stinks like a stone in a latrine.

Yan Hao and Song Ran entered the onlooker session.

Jiang Muxing looked at Yang Cong: "Nine of Hearts, too?"

Yang Cong squinted his eyes. He fucking took the pair apart and left. He pinched one of the pair of Kings, pulled out a little and put it back: "No."

Jiang Muxing had three pairs in his hand, namely a pair of nines, a pair of fives, and a pair of threes. He flicked the cards expressionlessly, starting from the big pair and taking the individual cards one by one. It's over.

The whole world went quiet.

Yang Cong remained motionless, his eyes were empty, as if he had petrified.

Yanhao went over to Yang Cong to look at his cards. He expected it to be a pair, but he didn't expect it to be a pair of old kings: "When Jiang Mu played a nine, why didn't you pick it?"

"So what if I pick it up?"

Yang Cong threw the cards on the table: "My pair of queens is big, and I can't make it big by picking them up alone. If you take out the remaining one, the cards are clear. If you make a pair, I have nothing to do with it."

Yan Hao tore open the hawthorn's packaging bag: "The Q is too big, and Jiang Muxing's biggest card is a nine."

Yang Cong shuffled the cards: "Aren't you and Song Ran still there?"

Yan Hao patted him on the shoulder: "Brother, what I say next may be a bit cruel to you."

Yang Cong chatted nonchalantly: "Don't tell me the fuck, your two cards are lower than nine, they are all three, four, five."

"That's not enough." Yanhao said, "Song Ran kept Xiao Shunzi [-]. If you didn't press him in time, he would fly away. Once you pressed him, he would die immediately."

"As for me, the rest are single sheets. The biggest one is Q, which can't beat your old K."

Yang Cong wandered on the verge of doubting his life: "How do I remember that there is still a second child who hasn't come out yet?"

"It's early."

Song Ran interjected: "Old Yang, if you don't know how to count cards, don't forget it. Thinking too much will only increase the burden on your IQ. Stupid people are lucky."

Yang Cong's face was livid: "Fuck you, get out!"

-

After playing for a while, Xia Shui came over, and after the banquet was over, the seat was vacated for her, and she nestled next to Jiang Muxing.

Xia Shui quickly made eye contact with Yang Cong and Song Ran: No matter what you see later, everyone should pretend that you didn't see anything, over.

Song Ran: Understood, over.

Yang Cong: "..." You two are idiots.

Yan Hao didn't make any affectionate gestures towards Jiang Muxing, and didn't look at the cards much, but just peeled the longan and ate it.

Jiang Muxing said in a low voice: "Eat less, if you eat too much, you won't be able to eat dinner."

"Oh." Yan Hao responded, but the longan was still peeling, and the juice overflowed his hands.

After a while, Jiang Muxing put away the bag containing the longan.

The atmosphere suddenly became delicate.

The three of Yang Cong present were very unified in style, they were all wondering if the banquet would go mad at Jiang Muxing, what would happen if the two quarreled, and the three of them should not be too obvious watching the show.

After two or three seconds, Yan went to wash his face as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Muxing put the cards on the table: "You guys wait."

After saying that, he got up and went to the sink, talking to Yanhao.

Song Ran was quite emotional: "Many people say that Yan Yan is yin and yin, but he seems to have never been shady in front of Lao Jiang. The sun is always shining. The power of love is really amazing."

Xia Shui disapproved all over his face: "What's wrong with Xiaohao?"

Yang Cong sneered twice: "Those who say he is yin must be blind."

Song Ran was a little used to the attitude of their old mother and old father, and joked: "The short paragraph after my sentence is the key point."

"Love, brother and sister, I am promoting love."

Yang Cong threw out one of the good catchphrases: "Oh."

Xia Shui said perfunctorily, "That's it."

Song Ran: "..."

-

Xia Shui put his hands on his cheeks, watching Jiang Muxing bring soap to Yanhao, he felt like a young couple.

The love between boys and boys, she inadvertently clicked on it when she was reading comics, and it was the first time she came into contact with it in reality.

Perhaps both parties are familiar and admired people around him, Xia Shui does not reject it at all, only full of blessings.

I hope Jiang Muxing can stay with Xiao Hao, and stay with him forever, as long as he lives.

"envious?"

Song Ran swept the pistachio shells into the trash can with his hands, and said, "To be honest, it's normal for you girls to envy Yanhao. He defeated a lot of Lao Jiang's suitors by himself and won the glory." Bright and awesome."

Xia Shui smelled the smell of chicken soup floating from the kitchen to the living room, and the halazi was about to flow out. She picked at the fruit plate: "I envy Jiang Muxing."

Song Ran: "???"

Xia Shui tore open a bag of peanut biscuits: "Xiao Hao persisted for a long time."

Song Ran came up with a very strange idea for no reason: "Maybe Lao Jiang liked it first."

He was a little hypocritical after he finished speaking. Is this possible?

Before Xia Shui could speak, Yang Cong, who was knocking on melon seeds with a "Kaka", threw out a sentence: "I only think so after my brain was kicked by a donkey."

Song Ran calmly said, "Don't tell me, ever since I knew that the person Lao Jiang likes is Yan Hao, I have a feeling of brain wave confusion."

Yang Cong raised his eyebrows: "What do you mean? My brother is not good enough for your brother?"

Song Ran turned her head and asked Xia Shui: "Do I mean that?"

Xia Shui smiled and blinked: "I'm from Xiao Hao's side, are you sure you want to ask me?"

Song Ran waved his hand: "Come on, you two, I didn't say anything just now."

-

By the pool, Yan Hao wiped his hands and chattered to Jiang Muxing: "Do you think my hands are a little dry recently?"

Jiang Muxing fixed the collar on the back of him: "I don't think so."

"Don't lie to me, really do it, I figured it out,"

Yan Hao showed an irritable expression: "You said whether I should put on hand cream or take some vitamins. I wondered. I also eat a lot of fruits. Could it be that the pressure of studying is too great..."

The three people in the living room looked over in unison, and then looked back in unison.

Yang Cong pulled out the playing cards in front of him: "That guy Jiang Muxing has a big prejudice against me."

He corrected with great interest: "No, it's hostility."

"You think too much." Song Ran said, "You are Fa Xiao, your best friend, your best buddy, and your position does not conflict with him."

Xia Shui: "Onion, although we belong to the same family, we must be realistic and not wrong people."

"What a shame, Lao Tzu and Xiao Hao grew up together, they have a high status and special status, so I'm upset that he couldn't get involved."

Yang Cong snorted: "Didn't you find out? When playing Fight the Landlord, he was against me the whole time."

Song Ran defended his friend: "Brother, Lao Jiang is the gatekeeper."

"That's right." Xia Shui said, "His mission is to make you feel better."

"Onion, your IQ has stopped due to arrears? Isn't that what goalkeepers do? Otherwise, it's just letting water out, and there's no point in playing."

"You don't even believe it, do you? OK."

Yang Cong stood up and grinned: "Have you ever seen Jiang Muxing change his face in seconds? I'll let you see it now."