serious about love

Yang Cong walked towards the pool carelessly.

Song Ran and Xia Shui paid close attention to the movement. They saw Yang Cong approaching the pool without doing anything or saying anything, and Jiang Muxing's complexion was instantly covered with frost.

It really changes in seconds.

Yang Cong raised his chin towards them, did you see that?

Song Ran's eyes behind the lens were full of unthinkable: "Lao Jiang was jealous all his life?"

Xia Shui lowered her voice: "I feel like a vinegar jar."

When Song Ran cast a puzzled look, she explained: "The vat is much larger and deeper than the jar."

Song Ran: "..."

The atmosphere around the pool was a bit somber.

Yang Cong was on the other side of the banquet: "Xiao Hao, is the cake here?"

"It's early, it's in the refrigerator." Yanhao said, "The eight-inch ones, we can eat them all at once, without having to stay overnight."

"Your mother asks top masters to make cakes for you every year. It's unique in the world. It's not like my mother. On my birthday, she cooks dark dishes for me. Every time it's like a disaster movie..."

Yang Cong caught a glimpse of Jiang Muxing leaving in a low mood, and scoffed, "He even eats my jealousy."

Yan Hao combed her hair in front of the mirror: "Oh."

The corner of Yang Cong's mouth twitched: "That's it?"

"Is that guy too possessive of you?"

"It's okay," Yan Hao put the wooden comb on the table, "I'm more serious."

Yang Cong suspected that he had an auditory hallucination: "What did you say?"

Yan Hao pinched his bangs: "You heard me right."

Yang Cong frowned and took a deep breath: "Damn! You fall in love, it's really shocking."

Yan Hao whispered to Yang Cong: "My boyfriend is jealous of me, I feel super happy, so I wronged you, brother."

Yang Cong swallowed the sarcasm on the side of his mouth when he saw the sample of posting happiness: "Then can you let him stop his hostility? Those who don't know think I'm a fucking third party."

Yan Hao said "Huh": "Cong Cong, I found that you have grown taller."

Yang Cong raised his head and chest: "Really?"

"Well," Yanhao said with a sincere smile, "the scars you got on your face before are basically invisible. Once your facial features grow, you will be more handsome."

Yang Cong hooked his neck: "Master, can you change the subject a little more carefully, and stop being so blatantly fooling around?"

The smile on Yan Hao's face disappeared.

Cold sweat broke out on Yang Cong's back. Song Ran was right, this guy is indeed a volatile character, very perverse, but he can use it to play tricks among his family members, and he has to protect it at other times.

"What's the matter, what did I say wrong about me? You just show me face?"

Yanhao said coolly: "You have a floral vest in my cupboard."

Yang Cong: "Huh?"

"When the seasons changed, Jiang Muxing found out when he was arranging my clothes." Yan Hao said, "He asked me if you slept with me."

Yang Cong yelled, "Fuck me!"

Song Ran and Xia Shui in the living room looked over together.

Yang Cong dragged Yan Hao into the second bedroom: "My mother almost peed in fright, what do you mean by sleeping? Can you stop being so scary?"

Yan Hao was sprayed with saliva, and wiped it in disgust: "If you sleep, you sleep in a bed."

Yang Cong's head froze for a second: "My friend, we are young."

Yanhao leaned against the door and yawned: "You knew me many years before Jiang Muxing, and you grew up together. You are very close. He must be envious."

Yang Cong's expression was indescribable.

Perhaps in homosexual love, childhood is equivalent to heterosexual love, the man's childhood sweetheart, or the woman's bamboo horse?

Yang Cong leaned against the wall and shook his legs: "Just sleeping on the same bed is unbearable. Does Jiang Muxing know that we have bathed together many times and rubbed each other's backs?"

Yan Hao's face darkened: "It's not easy for me to fall in love, please keep your mouth shut."

Yang Cong saw that he was angry, so he said enough was enough: "All right, all right, for your happiness, brother, I am willing to be hostile to you before the college entrance examination."

"By the way, I want to ask where is my flowered vest? Has it suffered misfortune?"

Yan Hao: "Condolences."

Yang Cong: "..."

-

After dinner, take out the birthday cake, light the candles, and turn off the lights after eating.

Yan Hao never thought that Jiang Muxing would sing birthday song to him, and when he heard it, his eyes burned with excitement.

Jiang Muxing took the lead and sang two lines, and at the last two lines, Yang Cong Xiashui, Song Ran, and Aunt Zhang joined in, and everyone sang together.

Simple blessings.

The cake was ready to be cut, and he lowered his eyes the whole time, and distributed it piece by piece on the plate.

Jiang Muxing always stood aside.

Song Ran had a surprised expression: "You guys don't wipe the cake on your birthday?" Isn't it reasonable, a group of people who are laughing and joking, have such a gentle birthday?

Yang Cong wrapped the ribbon around and threw it into the trash: "I won't wipe it off on Xiaohao's birthday."

Song Ran was curious: "Why?"

Yang Cong stretched out two fingers: "There are two reasons."

Xia Shui continued: "One, it's expensive, and two, Super Invincible Storm is delicious."

Song Ran took a spoon to dig out a small star on the cake and ate it. The price was unknown, but it was delicious, so he went to find a place to enjoy it.

Xia Shui sent a message to her family to report her safety, Yang Cong went to the bathroom, and Aunt Zhang ate her share of cake in the kitchen.

There is a banquet left at the table to go with Jiang Mu.

Yanhao licked off a little cream on her fingers, her tongue was pink and her lips were moist.

Jiang Muxing frowned: "Eat well, don't play."

Yanhao sucked her fingers: "I'm not playing."

Jiang Muxing's breathing was a little heavy.

As if Yan Hao didn't notice it, he scraped a little cream with his index finger and brought it to Jiang Muxing's mouth: "Taste it."

Jiang Muxing's jaw tightened suddenly: "Eat by yourself."

Yan Hao sighed: "You are really ruthless..."

Before the word "fun" was pronounced, the fingertips were surrounded by warm touch, followed by a tingling pain.

By the time Yan Hao realized it, the cream on his fingertips was gone, and there were neat bite marks on his fingertips. The culprit had already entered the room.

Xia Shui slipped over and winked ambiguously, "I've seen it all."

Yanhao rubbed the bite mark, her fingertips felt as numb as if an electric current had passed through her.

"Illusions, illusions, all illusions."

Xia Shui sat down and ate cake: "Jiang Muxing's concentration is stronger than that of many adults. He is usually very rational and has no expression. I thought that even if he had a partner, he would be cold and indifferent when making out. Knowing there's going to be something so... er, so intense."

Yan Hao used to think similarly, he once felt that Jiang Muxing's kisses were all icy.

It turned out to be just blah blah blah.

Xia Shui covered his mouth with his hands, and asked gossipingly, "Which level has it developed?"

Yan Hao took a piece of fruit pulp with a fork and put it into his mouth, his voice was vague: "It's a level lower than you think."

"Why?"

Xia Shui opened his eyes excitedly: "Now the weather is good, the country is peaceful and the people are safe, the time and place are favorable, what else can stop you two..."

Seeing Aunt Zhang coming out of the kitchen, Yan Hao interrupted Xia Shui quickly: "Let's eat your cake."

Aunt Zhang closed the glass door: "Xiao Hao, Auntie is going back first."

Yan Hao hummed: "Slow down on the road."

Aunt Zhang rummaged through the shoe cabinet in the entrance, took out a bag from the red cloth bag and carried it to Yan Hao: "This is a little gift from Auntie, happy birthday, Xiao Hao, being happy is more important than anything else."

Yanhao reached out to pick it up: "Thank you, Auntie."

-

After Aunt Zhang left, Xia Shui probed to see what was in the bag: "Wow, it's a photo album, Aunt Zhang can do it."

"I will be graduating next year, and there will definitely be a lot of people sending photos to each other. This thing is practical."

Yan Hao put away the photo album: "I don't know most of the people in the class."

Xia Shui smiled and said, "Then I'll tell Onion Songran, each of us will give you dozens of photos, and you'll be sure to fill the album to the brim."

Banquet: "..."

"Hey, mine."

Xia Shui grabbed the woolen coat on the back of the chair, and took out a wooden box from a side pocket: "Don't look at it yet, we'll look at it after we leave."

There are some intricate dark patterns on the box, which looks gorgeous and exquisite.

"Hey, Miss Xia is bleeding profusely, this is it."

Yang Cong came over: "A custom-made couple bracelet?"

Xia Shui's eyes widened, and he said coldly, "You can go to hell."

Yang Cong tut: "That's the right guess? Isn't it?"

Xia Shui turned his head, and said quickly, "Xiao Hao, what Onion gave you is the real questions of the college entrance examination within three years of mathematics, two sets of comprehensive papers, and a collection of essays!"

"..."

Yang Cong: "You fucking..."

Xia Shui: "How?"

Yang Cong: "I am a good man and don't fight with women."

Xia Shui: "Bah."

The feast is so leisurely eating the cake, and I don't bother to talk to this pair of live treasures, anyway, there is no trouble, it's always thunder and rain.

Faced with the beetle's face, Yang Cong went to get his backpack, and took out all the books and papers: "And this."

As he spoke, he threw a record onto the table in front of Yan Hao.

"Why did you buy this, I have..."

As soon as Yanhao stopped talking, he saw the signature on the lower left corner of the record, and there was a sentence next to it.

-Congratulations to good classmates for their titles on the gold list.

Among the albums released by my favorite singer, my favorite collector's edition, autographed, blessed, this complete banquet is very pleasantly surprised.

"Congcong, did you write the words yourself?"

"You are smart."

"Then your imitation is very similar."

"So-so, that is, to the extent that you can support your family with this skill."

Yan Hao's face twitched.

Yang Cong made a gesture to grab it: "Don't pay me back."

Yan Hao put the record in his arms, and fell back with the chair.

Yang Cong supported the back of the chair: "Excellent."

The banquet was very touching, the record was easy to buy, but it was hard to get autographs and blessings, his brother must have spent a lot of effort.

"It's a brotherhood."

Xia Shui waved: "Come here, you two handsome guys, let us make this plate of cake."

"..."

-

Yang Cong and the others left early, because the study plan posted on the wall was big and conspicuous.

The red mark is like a countdown to the college entrance examination, reminding them all the time how many questions Yanhao students have not done today, how many formulas they have not memorized, and how late they have to stay up.

They were all good boys, neither their morality was corrupted nor their human figures were distorted, so they withdrew tacitly and changed places.

Yan Hao waited for the three of them to leave, and looked at Xia Shui's gift in the room, it was indeed a bracelet, two.

There are words engraved on it, which are not very clear. You have to look under the light to see the uppercase English letters clearly.

One bracelet is engraved with the word "YY" and the other is engraved with "XF".

And an e-card.

Yan Hao sat cross-legged on the bed, opened the greeting card, and played the pure music of the birthday song.

[Dangdangdang, my cutest little classmate, happy birthday to you. 】

[You will be a college student by this time next year, so this is your last birthday in high school, which is very meaningful. 】

[The bracelet was designed by a relative long ago. It is not for sale. It is a very low-key couple style. It is so low-key that most people can’t see it. It’s a little secret that no one will find out if you wear it. Be happy and be happy forever. 】

[Finally, happy birthday. 】