serious about love

The prelude to the situation sounded on the radio.

Xia Shui wow: ""The Most Beautiful Sun"."

Yang Cong leaned on the back of the chair shaking his legs, and beat the time with his hands on the table: "My world is beautiful because of you, and my sky is not dark because of you."

Xia Shui cleared his throat and found the key to continue: "Give me happiness..."

Yanhao quickly stuffed books into her schoolbag: "Brother and sister, please do me a favor, don't make trouble."

Xia Shui turned towards the front door: "Let's go."

Yan Hao hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag and left, rushing to put out the fire.

Xia Shui moved the crooked desk: "The man at Three O'Clock usually can't see through it, but it's obvious when he's jealous."

Yang Cong sneered: "It's just an ordinary person, it's all the same."

"No and no." Xia Shui said, "We are different from him, we are more vulgar."

Yang Cong: "..."

Xia Shui was not in a hurry to pack her schoolbag, she whispered to Yang Cong: "If this matter is on your body, what would you think?"

Yang Cong said foolishly: "It's good. There are other suitors and competitors, which means that the person I'm looking for is very good. Then the other party can choose me, which means that I am better."

"It sounds logical, it's quite like that," Xia Shui touched his chin, "So you're not angry?"

Yang Cong pulled one side of his mouth, and laughed wildly: "It's okay, it's just a runaway."

Xia Shui rolled his eyes.

Song Ran walked around from the front, with indigestion all over his face: "Did you two see, Lao Jiang dropped his textbook, my mother, it's unprecedented, my eyeballs almost fell out."

"I see." Xia Shui sighed, "That is destined to be counted as a milestone scene."

Yang Cong disdained: "Cut, isn't it just playing handsome?"

Xia Shui didn't save face for him: "Don't be sour, you won't even be handsome when you fall."

Yang Cong wanted to force her, but she took the first step: "Look at Song Ran, is he sour? Has he ever been sour? Not once, how can it be so difficult for you to admit that others are better than yourself?"

Yang Cong's face turns blue and black.

After Xia Shui finished speaking, he shook his head and sighed, with a kind of uncontrollable melancholy: "Hey..."

Yang Cong looked as if he was going to turn his back in anger.

Song Ran seemed to be watching two chicks flapping their wings and clamoring, he coughed twice: "You two go out and fight if you want to fight."

Yang Cong sneered: "Fuck me, I'm a man, even if he's mad, he will never do anything to a woman."

"I love you." Xia Shui gave a big thumbs up, "Just for your awareness, we can still be buddies for another 500 years."

Yang Cong: "Get lost."

"Good."

Xia Shui put the schoolbag hanging on the back of the chair on his lap, put a few books into it meaningfully, and waved to Song Ran who was watching the fun: "Spread the oil."

Song Ran waved: "Sprinkle oil."

Watching Xia Shui out of the classroom, Song Ran murmured: "What a girl."

Yang Cong picked out his ears: "What's the matter?"

Song Ran thought about it and said: "It's so strong, I haven't been sluggish, I've always been very happy."

Yang Cong put away the pen on the table: "A patient, congenital, suffered to death, and just didn't let you see him when he was unhappy."

Song Ran didn't understand what Yang Cong said, so he couldn't figure out why after asking, so he changed the subject: "How do you plan to get Lao Jiang settled after the banquet?"

Yang Cong stood up lazily: "It's about a piece of candy."

As he spoke, he followed the radio and hummed a song: "Your words are beautiful, your smiles are your tears..."

Song Ran questioned Yang Cong's words.

One candy and you're done?Impossible, Lao Jiang would be so unprincipled?

-

In the carport downstairs, Yan Hao stood beside Jiang Muxing's car.

"You are the bastion on my road to success—"

The singing on the radio became passionate, "Give me wings so I can fly, give me strength and you make me strong..."

"Kang Dang"

Jiang Muxing pulled out the chain lock and threw it vigorously into the basket in front of the car.

Yan Hao's scalp was numb: "This is just an inspirational song."

Jiang Muxing's breath was cold.

The atmosphere is stiff.

A few third-grade boys and girls from other classes came over laughing, locking the car while watching the banquet to hang out with Jiang Mu.

The god of learning is still the god of learning, and the elementary school scum has evolved into a college bully.

In the final analysis, he was lucky enough to be a scumbag in elementary school. His family was rich, and he was escorted by a god of learning, so he was pushed from the bottom of the class to the top [-] in the grade, and he firmly occupied a place.

It has become one of the legends in Yizhong.

This pair of good friends is too bizarre, they are not from the same world at all, but they manage to go to school together and leave school together every day, without changing a single time.

Everyone's three views and cognition have been refreshed.

The college entrance examination is coming soon, if they break up their friendship, it must be wonderful.

The few people exchanged glances, and the action of unlocking the lock was slow, as if they wanted to watch a heated quarrel scene, they waited and waited, but they still didn't watch.

Yan Hao turned her head and looked at them coolly through the shadows under her bangs.

A few people came up with a thought at the same time, is this guy the best when he smiles like the radio said?

-

Yan Hao waited for those people to ride away, the coolness in his eyes disappeared, and he rang the bell of Jiang Muxing's car: "Brother."

Jiang Muxing ignored him.

Yan Hao changed to a repeated voice, and his voice softened by eight points: "Brother."

Jiang Muxing's tensed lips loosened.

Yan Hao continued to act coquettishly: "When your jealousy comes up, it's not only strong, but also very long-lasting."

Jiang Muxing was expressionless: "Why are you jealous?"

Banquet: "..."

"I'm not happy when others order songs for you."

Yan Hao put one leg on Jiang Muxing's pedal to prevent him from running: "But I am not only unhappy, but also secretly happy."

Jiang Muxing raised his eyelids and looked over.

Yan Hao fumbled in the pocket of his school uniform trousers and took out a piece of candy apple for him: "Because others wanted it but couldn't get it, so I got it."

Jiang Muxing's cold and hard complexion softened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Yang Cong likes to listen to this song. I listen to it a lot with him, and I can sing a little bit."

Yanhao lay on the front of the car and sang softly to Jiang Muxing: "It's you who make me strong, and I'm not afraid of getting hurt because you're by my side."

"Your smile and your tears are the most beautiful sun on my way to build a dream."

Jiang Muxing peeled off the candy and ate it: "Let's go."

Yan Hao rolled his eyes: "Right away."

The singing is flying, singing gratitude, singing blessings, singing beautiful, the sunset is beautiful, and dreams have already set sail.

-

Early on Sunday morning, Yanhao was dragged up by Jiang Muxing.

Yanhao closed her eyes: "What time is it?"

Jiang Muxing looked for clothes in the closet: "Five o'clock."

"It's only five o'clock..." Yan Hao fell back on the bed.

Jiang Muxing took out his jeans and white shirt: "We're going to take the car, we're almost done after breakfast."

There was no movement behind.

Jiang Muxing turned around and looked down at the young man crawling into the bed, wrapping himself tightly like a caterpillar, his complexion was dark: "Are you still going for an outing?"

Yanhao waved his arms wildly, looked at Jiang Muxing in a daze: "Go, go, go."

People are still in bed.

A few seconds later, Yanhao fell asleep again.

Jiang Muxing bent his back, holding Yan Xiaohao with one hand through the quilt.

Yan Hao woke up instantly, he rubbed himself against Jiang Muxing's palm, his eyes were squinted like a cat, his lips were slightly parted, and his nose was hot and humid.

Jiang Muxing scratched him with his thumb: "Are you able to get up?"

Yan Hao couldn't answer.

In Jiang Muxing's field of vision, the boy closed his eyes tightly, his eyelashes were trembling constantly, his graceful and tender neck was tilted back, his whole body was shaking violently, and there was an expression on his face that he was about to cry or not.

Like a dying swan.

-

While eating breakfast, Yan Hao swiped his phone to see if there was any traffic in the city today. He had just come out of the city news, and accidentally poked his finger on the entertainment section. When he saw something, he stammered and exclaimed: " Xu, brother Xu!"

Jiang Muxing glanced at Yan's phone screen which had recovered, and his eyes quickly passed the report.

Yan Hao leaned over: "He participated in a singing show."

Jiang Muxing put down his chopsticks, took his mobile phone and went to the web to search for the program name.

"It's a big platform."

Yan Hao put her face on Jiang Muxing's arm and watched with him: "This is the first time I see someone I know on the news."

Add one last sentence: "Except for my parents."

Jiang Muxing quit the webpage, got up and went to the room to contact Huang Xu with his mobile phone.

Yan Hao didn't follow, he took a mouthful of porridge and purple potato buns, and said in a vague voice, "Ask Brother Xu, if you need to vote, we can help you a little."

"School, post bar, blog, space, my dad's company, my mother's company, the companies of my relatives and friends... There are many ways and methods."

After a while, Jiang Muxing came out of the room, Yanhao quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and asked, "How is it? What's the situation?"

Jiang Muxing sat back on the chair: "He said that he only has to create with his heart and try his best to sing every song he writes well, and God will arrange everything else."

"..."

It’s good to eat shredded cucumber with chopsticks in the banquet. There are too many monks in that circle, and there are many people who are capable but don’t have a big stage.

Bless brother Xu to go far on that road.

-

When Huang Xu was reported, it involved a phone call from Chen Xing.

At that time, Yanhao was washing dishes in the kitchen. There were only two sets of bowls and chopsticks and two plates in total, and he didn't finish washing them after a long time.

Jiang Muxing frowned: "The pattern on the bowl is almost worn off by you."

Yanhao was attacked violently: "Is it okay for me to help you?"

Jiang Muxing chose to remain silent.

Yan Hao threw the rag into the pool, and shook his hand stained with dishwashing water in front of Jiang Muxing: "If you dare to say no, I will put down my chopsticks and leave after I finish eating. The table will not be collected, the bowls will not be cleaned, and the floor will not be cleaned." If you don’t wash your clothes, don’t do any work, you’ll just be rice bugs.”

Jiang Muxing said concisely: "Not good."

Yan Hao jumped subconsciously: "What's wrong? I will help you, it must be busier than you alone..."

The words stopped abruptly, he reacted and froze.

Jiang Muxing's cell phone rang, and he said "I'll wash the dishes" and went out to answer the phone.

Yan Hao covered his burning face, realizing that the dishwater was all over his face, he swears in a low voice, not daring to let Jiang Muxing hear.

Jiang Muxing caught a glimpse of the caller ID and went to the balcony.

Chen Xing was on the other side of the phone. She said that she only found out that Huang Xu had participated in the show after watching the news.

Shock and complexity don't seem fake.

Jiang Muxing occasionally made a sound, but most of the time he kept silent.

Chen Xing talked for a while, then paused for a second or two: "Xiao Jiang, do you have his contact information? Can you tell me."

Jiang Muxing said bluntly: "Sorry, it's not convenient, I have to ask him first."

Chen Xing's tone was a little unnatural: "I understand."

"How are you guys doing?"

Chen Xing pretended to be relaxed: "Don't be too nervous about the college entrance examination, just be as usual."

"It's a pity that when you came to University A, I had already graduated..."

Chen Xing seemed to be thinking about her high school, and said something about her and Huang Xu emotionally. After speaking, she realized that she had lost her composure, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

Jiang Muxing pondered for a few moments before sending a text message to Huang Xu.

Yan Hao's voice came from the kitchen: "Whose phone is it?"

Jiang Mu went back to the kitchen: "Chen Xing."

Yan Hao felt that the answer was beyond his expectation, but also expected.

Seven years of relationship, from youth to maturity, support each other bumps and bumps, and finally become a stranger who loved.

Yan Hao was distracted, forgot that there was still a bowl in his hand, and let go of his hand, and it exploded on the ground with a clear "Dang Clang".

Before Jiang Muxing could say anything, Yan Hao shrank his shoulders, embarrassed and at a loss: "That... I... am not..."

He didn't know whether it was because his mind was confused, his tongue was tied, or both, but he didn't finish his sentence for a long time, and his face turned red with annoyance.

Yan Hao didn't meet Jiang Muxing's eyes, he stood up straight like a primary school student doing something wrong, bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I didn't mean to."

Jiang Muxing strode closer, raised his hand to stroke the boy's soft hair: "It's all right, Suisui is safe."