serious about love

Yan Hao's physical strength was completely exhausted halfway up the mountain, and he had to find a place to rest paralyzed.

Yang Cong despises: "As a flower of the motherland and a pillar of the future, this is where it is, and it can't be done?"

Yan Hao leaned against the tree, his face covered with hot sweat, and said impatiently: "Shut up."

When Yang Cong saw Jiang Muxing open his backpack to get some drinks for the banquet, he mumbled silently, and sat down on the side instead of joining in the fun.

Song Ran was also very tired, her shoes were covered with mud and grass, and she slipped on the road, almost having a heart-piercing split on the spot, which would be very embarrassing.

Yang Cong took off his jacket and threw it aside, rolled up the sleeves of the sweater, exposing his muscular forearm, and scratched his sweaty skin a few times.

"Uncles and aunts climb mountains without panting. They talk and laugh all the way, like walking around. In our generation, we lose the chain."

"You didn't drop, neither did Lao Jiang, you two are amazing."

Song Ran took off her glasses and wiped her hot and humid face: "I can still hold on, the banquet is going to kill me."

"Didn't Lao Jiang supervise his exercise? His physical strength is so poor, it doesn't meet the average level of a teenager."

Yang Cong took out his mobile phone and pushed the screen up with his thumb: "It is almost impossible to study, so there is no energy for exercise."

"It shouldn't be. Even if you can't swim, run, pull-ups or something, you still have to exercise in pairs every day, right?"

Yang Cong played the speed game: "What pair sports?"

Song Ran's expression was complicated: "Brother, your purity caught me off guard."

Yang Cong came to his senses and kicked him: "Get lost!"

When it was over, he looked at Yanhao and Jiang Muxing, compared their physiques with their figures, and fell silent.

Yanhao noticed something, turned her head to meet Yang Cong's constipated gaze, and asked, why?

Yang Cong looked sideways, what are you talking about, I am worried that you will be raped.

Yan Hao gave him a look back, oh.

Yang Cong: "..."

Is this fucking love?Are you sure it's not crazy?

Forget it, forget it, Yang Cong hammered his stuffy chest, as the saying goes, what kind of fish or water, you choose, you accept, happy or unhappy, you can understand it best.

However, if Jiang Muxing failed his brother, then don't say anything and kill him.

-

Jiang Muxing was answering the phone, his brows were gathered together, his complexion was not very good.

Yan listened carefully, and asked Jiang Muxing with his mouth: Is it your mother?

Jiang Muxing raised the phone to his ear, Zhou Cui's voice came from the phone: "Is it Xiao?"

The biscuit sprayed out from Yan Hao's mouth, and he replied at a loss: "Hey, it's me, Auntie, happy new year!"

Zhou Cui's tone was very gentle: "I heard from Xiao Mu that you went to Chaoming Temple."

Yanhao nodded, but later realized that Jiang Muxing's mother couldn't see, so she hurriedly said: "The college entrance examination is coming, I want to come here to burn incense."

Zhou Cui said it was fine: "Auntie has also gone to the temple."

Yanhao was stunned: "Ah? Where?"

Zhou Cui said it was in City Y.

Yan Hao hurriedly asked, "Did you go alone?"

"No," Zhou Cui said, "There is Dr. Zhou."

Yan Hao was stunned for a while, then remembered that it was the attending doctor who knew how to paint.

Zhou Cui was still in the temple on the other side, and the background was a little noisy: "Auntie has hung up a red note for you, and I hope you go well in the college entrance examination."

Yan Hao was a little flattered, and scratched his neck in embarrassment: "Thank you."

The phone didn't hang up, and Zhou Cui didn't make a sound.

Yanhao peeked at Jiang Muxing who was holding up his mobile phone, thought for a moment, coughed twice and cleared his throat: "Auntie, you can say anything you want."

"It's nothing,"

Zhou Cui looked a little embarrassed and panicked: "That's it, Auntie died, so you should worry outside."

Yanhao was confused, he nudged Jiang Muxing with his elbow: "What's the matter?"

Jiang Muxing put away his phone: "Eat your biscuits."

Yanhao brought the biscuit to his mouth reflexively, chewing on it, his cheeks puffed up and didn't stop: "Can't you tell me?"

Jiang Muxing unscrewed the thermos cup, poured half a cup of water into the lid, and handed it to him when the mountain breeze cooled down.

Yan Hao didn't reach out to take it, but leaned over to "Zi Liu" to drink water with Jiang Muxing's hand, and continued to ask after drinking, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Muxing poured water again: "She prayed for us to be safe."

Yan Hao opened his eyes slightly, and asked in confusion, "Isn't this a good thing? Why..."

Jiang Muxing said in a deep voice, "I still want to tell a fortune."

Yanhao gave a pause when he opened the biscuit bag: "Huh?"

Jiang Muxing rubbed the lid of the cup: "I asked for your birth date, but I didn't give it to you."

Yan Hao didn't turn the corner, and blurted out: "Are you afraid that the fortune teller will say something bad about me?"

Jiang Muxing remained silent.

Yan Hao looked at Jiang Muxing in a daze for a while, blushed, and whispered: "Impossible, you think too much, they have professional ethics."

The next moment he was surprised: "Do you know my birth date?"

Jiang Muxing said "yes": "There is a piece of jade that comes and goes in the drawer, and there is one on it."

Yan Hao's mind turned, and the corresponding memory fragments surfaced.

One year, he was like a child of unlucky luck. Yang Cong got the piece of jade from nowhere and said where to put it.

Then he forgot.

Yan Hao thought of something, his eyes widened, and he said anxiously: "You didn't move Yu's position, did you?"

Jiang Muxing tilted his head: "Huh?"

"Jade's position can't be moved." Yan Hao put his hands together on his chest devoutly, "I can be your boyfriend thanks to it."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

-

The sun collided fiercely with the clouds for a long time, shooting out wisps of sunlight.

The sky is dyed with a golden halo, and the mountain wind seems to be much warmer.

Yanhao grabbed the camera and took a picture of Jiang Muxing: "Look over here, look at me."

Jiang Muxing stopped packing his backpack and turned to face him, with clear and deep browbones, deep eye folds, long eyelashes slightly draping his eyelids, and gentle eyes.

Yan Hao behind the camera lost his mind for a moment and forgot the language.

"Hey, can't you get on yet?"

Yang Cong roared, scaring away the dreamy colors that floated up.

Yanhao came back to her senses, and realized that she forgot to press the shutter button and did not capture Jiang Muxing at that moment, and glared at Yang Cong angrily, with cold eyes.

Yang Cong was inexplicably hit by the eye knife, and he was very confused: "Fuck, who did I provoke?"

Song Ran next to him got up: "Brother, you need to reflect."

Yang Cong was even more confused: "What the hell?"

"Anyone with eyes can tell that the two of them have entered the idol drama situation just now." Song Ran shook his head as if he hated iron and steel, "It's better for you to destroy."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes: "Tsk."

Song Ran breathed into the mirror: "I once participated in a debate, and our argument was that people with low IQ do not necessarily have low EQ."

"I was the captain at the time and led our side to win, now I can't help..."

Yang Cong locked his throat directly.

-

The four dragged themselves up the hill.

After a good banquet, peel an apple candy and eat it every once in a while.

Jiang Muxing confiscated the candy he tore in half: "Eat less."

Yan Hao was dissatisfied and said: "Can't you eat sugar?"

Jiang Muxing pushed aside the branches on his side: "The more you eat, the thirstier you become."

It doesn't matter if the banquet is good: "Drink water when you are thirsty. We have enough water on our backs. It is really not good. There are porters on the way, and there are food and drink."

"There is enough water." Jiang Muxing said, "There are not enough public toilets."

Yan Hao suddenly had a urge to urinate, and his expression changed: "Is there a toilet here?"

Jiang Muxing's footsteps stopped.

Song Ran from behind stepped on the stone steps: "Why don't you leave?"

Yan Hao wiped off the sweat on the tip of his nose: "I want to pee."

Song Ran told him the exposed reality: "The last toilet is far away from us, and the next toilet is far away. Find a hidden bush to disperse."

Yan Hao had a depressed expression on his face.

Jiang Muxing looked around: "Come with me."

The banquet is fine.

Jiang Muxing frowned: "Do you want to hold back?"

Yanhao pursed her lips: "I'll try."

Jiang Muxing's face was pitch black.

The two froze for a while, Jiang Muxing compromised: "Tell me if you can't hold it back, tell me in advance, I'll take you to find a place, don't pee your pants."

Yanhao pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry."

"Don't worry about what?" Jiang Muxing looked at his dumb hair that was blown back and forth by the wind, "Can I stop eating the sugar?"

Yan Hao swallowed her saliva: "Yes."

Seeing this scene with his own eyes, Song Ran felt that his IQ had a bug. He couldn't help discussing it with Yang Cong: "Do you think Lao Jiang is lecturing or coaxing?"

With his hands in his pockets, Yang Cong took advantage of his height to look down at him, with his eyes raised up, showing a kind of sympathy for the world.

"Benefactor, the answer is already in your heart, why bother."

Song Ran: "..."

Yang Cong started to record videos, taking pictures of people, trees, weeds, small wild flowers and strange rocks.

Song Ran asked strangely, "What's so good about this?"

"Show Xia Shui." Yang Cong lazily said, "That guy has never climbed a mountain before, he is a curious baby."

Song Ran withdrew her relaxed look, and hesitated to speak: "I really can't see that she has a heart disease."

"It's normal not to see it. I was shocked when I first found out. She's an optimist."

Yang Cong caught a glimpse of some flower and went over to take pictures.

Song Ran gossiped about Yan Hao: "I think Lao Yang and Xia Shui are a good match, is it possible for them?"

"It shouldn't be possible." Yan Hao said, "He likes girls with oval faces, and Xia Shui has oval faces."

Song Ran couldn't believe it: "I didn't expect Comrade Yang to be more superficial than me."

Yanhao casually asked, "What kind of girl do you like?"

Song Ran became shy in a second: "I like those with big eyes."

Yan Hao raised his eyebrows: "Then you two are no different from each other."

Song Ran: "... also."

When the banquet was over and went to Yang Cong's, Song Ran complained to Jiang Muxing, "You don't care about your boyfriend?"

Jiang Muxing's eyes fell on the young man: "What do you care?"

Song Ran waved his hand: "Didn't you see him hurting me?"

Jiang Muxing glanced at Song Ran: "I only see him stating the facts."

Song Ran was incredulous: "Lao Jiang, are you so fond of love?"

Jiang Muxing said indifferently: "Nonsense."

-

When it comes to burning incense and praying for blessings, those who believe should not say that they do not believe in it, and those who do not believe in it should not ridicule those who believe in it.

Each has its own choices and ideas.

There are many parents of students who are going to take the college entrance examination this year, and they all worship Manjushri Bodhisattva.

Yan Hao and his party of four are very eye-catching in the prayer team.

It wasn't because there were few people of the same age who came, but because the four of them had good looks, especially Jiang Muxing, who stood in the temple and shone brightly, just like a star.

After donating the merits and virtues, the banquet has a feeling of flying through the clouds.

Yang Cong swiped his phone: "Incense is very popular in this place. The closer the college entrance examination is, the more people will come to burn incense. After a while, the queue will be dead."

Yan Hao rubbed the incense ash on his hands: "Then let's count ourselves lucky."

Jiang Muxing gave him a wet tissue.

Yan Hao wiped his fingers one by one: "The incense is burned, and the Buddha is also worshiped. What should we do now? Go down the mountain or wander around in the temple?"

"Go shopping." Song Ran was about to be hungry, "By the way, find a place to sit down and have something to eat."

Yang Cong flipped through the webpage and came up with a sentence: "Xiaohao, it is said on the Internet that praying for the college entrance examination is not only about burning incense, but also offering lamps to release life and chanting mantras."

Hearing this, Yanhao frowned, "So troublesome?"

"Do you dare to think it's troublesome? It's over."

Yang Cong took a few steps back exaggeratedly, and pointed at the banquet: "The Buddha's little book already has your pen, my friend, you are blacklisted."

Yanhao gave him three words: "Crazy."

Not long after he said this, Yanhao murmured in his heart, climbing mountains and sweating in vain. He couldn't control himself and led the team to the release pond and bought 66 koi.

Yang Cong gave Yan Hao an idea in a cheap way: "My good man, if you put a fish in this way, just say one sentence, please bless the Bodhisattva, I will pass every exam, say it 66 times, and I will guarantee six or six successes."

Yanhao shouted to Song Ran: "Please do me a favor."

Song Ran sighed: "It seems that I can only sacrifice myself for others."

Yanhao said gratefully, "Thank you."

Song Ran waved his hand: "It's just that those who can do more work."

Yang Cong cursed: "What are you two doing..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Ran forcibly dragged him away.

-

The edge of the pool became quiet, the water in the release pool was not very clear, but it wasn't cloudy at all, and the fish could barely be seen swimming.

Yanhao fished out the largest red koi from the bucket, stroked its tail, and said sincerely, "I beg the Bodhisattva to bless me to be admitted to University A and be my boyfriend's college classmate."

Jiang Muxing standing beside him: "..."

He turned his back, with an attitude of "I don't really want to know this person".

Yan Hao grabbed Jiang Muxing's trousers, raised his face to look at him, his clear and bright eyes were filled with anticipation: "Where are you going? Help me release my life."

Jiang Muxing squatted down subconsciously.

Yan Hao gave him a net bag, and did not forget to remind: "Remember to make a wish."

At the end, I said something serious: "Sincere sincerity leads to spirit. To be absolutely sincere, at least you should not have any doubts at the moment you release your life. Don't have any doubts, and don't waver, let alone think that you are an idiot." The idea, remember."

Jiang Muxing looked helpless.

After the banquet, I looked around, and when I saw no one was paying attention, I leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss on the face: "Do you want me to go to University A to report with you in September?"

Jiang Muxing then put the fish into the water, and his thin lips moved, wishing to bless the feast with his intentions.

After releasing a few fish, Jiang Muxing frowned, considering the possibility of having the same name in the world.

When he released the life again, what he made a wish was to bless Jiang Muxing's good wishes to come true.