serious about love

Yanhao felt that there might be something bad going on during the weekend trip.

Because he not only broke the bowl, but also cut his finger when picking up the pieces, and the hole was not small.

Jiang Muxing grabbed the boy's wrist, turned on the faucet to wash the blood from his hands, frowned, and said nothing.

Yan Yankan's blood was washed into the pool: "You tell me a few words."

The corners of Jiang Muxing's lips were drawn into a cold line, which showed no sign of softening.

Yanhao tilted her head and rubbed her face on his shoulder: "Tell me a few words, please."

Jiang Muxing pressed his bleeding wound, and took him to the living room to get the medicine box: "What are you talking about?"

Yan Hao followed obediently: "Tell me that I am a young man with arms and legs who can jump and jump. It's fine to wash the dishes well, and I can't clean up the pieces. What's the use."

Jiang Muxing quickly disinfected him and wrapped a circle of gauze.

Yan Hao used the other hand to copy into Jiang Muxing's neat and refreshing short hair, brushed his fingertips over his warm scalp, combed his hair carelessly, and grabbed the back of his head the next moment, pulling him Get closer.

Then, the banquet touched Jiang Muxing's forehead, and the hot air sprayed on his tall nose.

"Tell me about me."

Jiang Muxing put the cotton balls in the garbage basket: "I won't let you clean up the broken bowls, but you won't listen."

Yanhao hmm: "What else?"

Jiang Muxing put the medicine box on the lid: "Working in a hurry."

"Yes."

Yan Hao put on a docile gesture of listening carefully: "Say more, talk more, it's best to scold me."

Jiang Muxing glanced at him: "Is it useful to scold you?"

Yan Hao stared in disbelief: "You really want to scold me?"

He took a breath and looked ready: "Come on, scold you, scold you."

Jiang Muxing put the medicine box back to its original place, got up and went to the kitchen to tidy up.

-

Yan Hao quickly chased after him: "Don't want to scold again?"

Jiang Muxing swept the debris on the ground with a broom, but did not respond.

Yanhao knew that Jiang Muxing wouldn't scold him, and he didn't say anything serious to him. He was completely immersed in his little happiness and big luck, and drifted away.

"You made up Sui Sui Pingan, right?" Yan Hao said, "I've never heard of such a theory."

Jiang Muxing swept the pieces into the dustpan one by one: "The older generation can speak."

Yan Hao's face was full of surprise: "It really is."

Seeing him like that, Jiang Muxing shook his head helplessly: "Stupid."

Yanhao heard it, and poked Jiang Muxing's back with his finger: "Although I didn't do things well and felt uncomfortable, I want you to talk about me, but let me refute this, you usually say I'm smart, according to me According to rough records, the number of times exceeded one hundred."

Jiang Muxing's face twitched: "...Remember this too?"

Yan Hao blinked: "Remember, I even have a record of you kissing me."

"..."

Jiang Muxing squatted down, and used a rag to clean up the bottom of the refrigerator where the broom could not sweep, and swept out all the finely divided porcelain shards.

"If you have nothing to do, go to the balcony and see if those dolls are doing it."

"It's not dry. I did it in the morning, and it should be almost done after another day in the sun today."

Yan Hao also squatted down, next to Jiang Muxing, resting his chin on both hands, licking his sharp side face with his eyes, blatantly showing his love and obsession.

Jiang Muxing's brows furrowed forbearance, and after three to five seconds, he turned his face aside with his clean hand.

"Why, I want to tell you something."

Yan Hao turned his face to Jiang Muxing again: "Then I will wash the dishes, you think I wash slowly, I said if you dare to say that I can't help you, I will put down my chopsticks and leave after I finish eating, and the table will not be taken away. Don't wash the dishes, don't mop the floor, don't wash the clothes, don't do any work, so you say 'not good'."

When Jiang Muxing raised his eyelids to look over, Yanhao leaned up to touch his long eyelashes with his lips, and kissed his eyes.

People who always have indifferent and harsh eyes and no warmth in their eyes have warm eyes and hot hearts.

The most handsome, sensible, and best boy in the world.

"I was so moved that I almost cried."

Yanhao and Jiang Muxing looked at each other, and in his pupils he saw the Yanhao who loved Jiang Muxing as always.

"But I calm down and think about it..."

Yan Hao muttered: "Compared to being spoiled by you as a child and doing nothing, I want to make progress with you and rely on each other."

Jiang Muxing's gaze was deep, and after a while, he said, "As you wish."

Yan Hao stared blankly at Jiang Muxing, so he said...

Still pet him.

Yan Hao's eyes were red and bright: "Then I won't invite aunts when I get to university. You cook and I wash the dishes, you wash the clothes and I mop the floor. We do housework together."

Jiang Muxing said briefly: "Auntie doesn't invite me, let's talk about other things."

Banquet: "..."

He jumped up and lay on Jiang Muxing's back: "Brother, tell me what you mean by 'let's talk'."

Jiang Muxing almost knelt down: "Come down."

"No more." Yan Hao shook his shoulder, "Don't change the subject, let's make it clear first."

Jiang Muxing carried him to the trash can, and shook all the broken porcelain in the dishcloth: "Change your clothes and go out."

No intention of making it clear.

Yan Hao knew that he would not get an accurate answer, so he bit Jiang Muxing's neck angrily: "Do you want to change your clothes?"

Jiang Muxing turned his head slightly: "There are a few bloodstains."

Yan Hao said "Oh", but the person was still pawing at him, entangled like an octopus.

Jiang Muxing patted his ass, and said neither fast nor slow: "If you don't come down, don't go for an outing, and don't fly the kite."

Yan Hao muttered: "Threat me."

As he spoke, he slid off Jiang Muxing's back and unbuttoned his bloodied white shirt one by one.

Jiang Muxing glanced at his fair neck and delicate collarbone from the corner of his eye, and his breath sank: "Go to the room."

Yan Hao unbuttoned it in front of him.

As a result of the teasing, the time to go out was delayed by more than half an hour.

-

Jiang Muxing's best place to take a banquet is far away, and the trip lasts for more than an hour, and he will soon arrive in City Y.

Yan Hao got off the car with energy all over his body, Jiang Muxing got out of the car and squatted down.

The sky is blue, the clouds are white, the wind is strong but not cold, the flowers and trees are full of vitality, and the air seems to be fragrant.

Yan Hao stretched his waist: "I have never been to this place, nor have I heard of it, how do you know?"

Jiang Muxing was still squatting and didn't slow down: "I searched it online."

"Then it's your first time too." Yanhao trotted over, but was stopped by Jiang Muxing before he got close: "Don't come over."

Yan Hao was about to speak when he heard Jiang Muxing say, "I'm going to vomit, you stand far away."

"..."

Yan Hao walked towards him: "I don't dislike you."

Jiang Muxing panted and scolded, with a stern tone: "Stay away."

Yan Hao could hear his discomfort, curled her lips: "Got it."

Jiang Muxing still didn't vomit in the end. He was severely motion sick, but he seldom vomited. Most of the time it was nausea, nausea, or retching.

Yan Hao waited for him to slow down a bit before peeling a piece of sour plum for him: "You put it in your mouth."

Jiang Muxing swallowed, his whole face wrinkled from the soreness.

Yanhao snapped a picture quickly.

Jiang Muxing snatched his cell phone.

Yan Hao ran away and quickly saved the photo: "What are you doing?"

Jiang Muxing sullenly said, "Deleted."

Yan Hao put the phone in his pocket, and said in a more blunt tone than him: "No."

Jiang Muxing's eyes were dark.

Yan Hao remembered that her boyfriend was soft and not hard, he licked his lips, and acted softly: "I've known you till now, and this is the first time I've seen you like that, can you let me keep it?"

Jiang Muxing was silent for a moment before compromising: "Don't upload indiscriminately."

Yan Hao immediately stretched out four fingers: "I swear, I promise, even if I sleepwalk one day, I will never send it out."

"Speaking of sleepwalking, I remembered something. Last summer, I asked you to move to the apartment and you asked me to promise you to sleep at night and lock the door. I suspect you are sleepwalking... Hey, where are you going? I didn't say anything Woolen cloth?"

Yan Hao squinted his eyes at Jiang Muxing's back. The so-called sleepwalking was indeed his overthinking, but in fact it had other tricks.

His face was calm, his abstinence was very dull, and his heart was full of small thoughts.

Yanhao took out his mobile phone and flipped through the photos he took just now. Jiang Muxing expressed the word "sour" with his facial features.

Still handsome and cute.

-

Yanhao followed Jiang Muxing, taking pictures all the way, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead under the brim of his hat, and his shoes were stained with mud, but he was very happy, and the corners of his mouth almost didn't come down.

Not far away, there is a large green grass field with scattered small tents, children playing, adults laughing, and colorful kites flying in the sky.

Yan Hao took this scene and sent it to the group.

Your sister Xia: Wow, there are so many kites, where are these?

Bannie: I don't know.

Your sister Xia: ...

Your sister Xia: Are you alone?

It was withdrawn as soon as it was sent out. The content of the information is too stupid and must be destroyed.

Song Ran bubbled up, and sent a screenshot, which was the message that Xia Shui removed.

Your sister Xia:? ? ?Why are you moving too fast?

Brother Song: My first love is still there.

Your sister Xia: What does your first love have to do with your quick hands?

Brother Song: Cough cough cough, well, both Lao Yang and Trumpet understand this.

Yan Bonnie: I don't understand, @杨大仙.

Yang Daxian: Damn, I'm waiting to play Doudizhu.

Yang Daxian: Hastily!What kind of stuff, Lao Song, you hung up the phone in the room, didn't turn on for half a day, ran in the group and flirted with our family Xiao Xia, can you still do it?

…………

Yanhao sent a message while walking, and said to Jiang Muxing: "See if there is any kite seller nearby."

Jiang Muxing glanced casually and saw that there was more than one small stall.

All on the grass next to the road.

Yan Hao was dragged by Jiang Muxing to buy a kite, he took a few photos and asked Xia Shui to help choose.

Your sister Xia: Big Mouth Monkey.

Bonnie Yan: There are several kinds of monkeys. Which one are you talking about?

Your sister Xia: The green one with the big tail.

The kite I bought after the banquet.

The uncle who sold the kite recommended a wheel to them, saying that the string is longer than the one that comes with it, and the quality is good.

Yan Hao looked at those wheels: "It's black."

"Forget it, Bai."

He finished speaking one second before, and asked again the next second: "Are there any sky blue ones?"

The uncle was stunned: "Huh?"

Yan Hao looked at him expectantly: "Is there?"

The uncle has a weird illusion that just saying "no" will ruin a teenager's dream: "This..."

Jiang Muxing gave the money, took the white wheel and the kite, and dragged away the banquet.

The action is complete.

-

"Why are you dragging me away?" Yan Hao broke away from Jiang Muxing's hand, "What if there are sky blue wheels?"

Jiang Muxing: "No."

Yanhao: "The vendor hasn't said anything yet, how do you know?"

Jiang Muxing: "The wheels are all out, how do you think I know?"

Banquet: "..."

The loss of IQ was infected by Xia Shui, forget it, just pretend that nothing happened.

Jiang Muxing looked around and found a place where the sky was not crowded with kites and the ground was relatively open to stop.

Yanhao squatted on the grass and wrote on the kite with the gel pen she brought.

On the front: the college entrance examination went well.

On the back it says: I like Jiang Muxing.

After finishing writing, Yan Hao looked at it with satisfaction, and wrote on the long tail of the kite: everyone should be safe and healthy.

Jiang Muxing looked down at his hairpin: "You use the kite as a sky lantern?"

Yan Hao made a gesture to cross out the words on the back, Jiang Muxing took his pen away: "Just write it and write it."

"Just write it." Yan Hao imitated his speech, with a good tone and demeanor.

Jiang Muxing kicked him very lightly: "What did you say?"

"Say you're handsome."

Yan Hao got up on his legs: "I'll fly the kite."

Jiang Muxing reminded: "Run against the wind."

Yan Hao felt that her intelligence was being questioned: "I know."

Seeing him fiddling with the kite and string, Jiang Muxing said clumsily, "Will you?"

The banquet resounded loudly: "Of course."

If you speak too hard, you will be slapped in the face by reality, or you will be slapped in a row, without mercy.

After a while, the situation of the banquet came out one after another, and I was in a hurry, jumping and jumping, like a little grasshopper.

Jiang Muxing saw his temples throbbing wildly.

"Don't run west."

"Which side is the west side? Are you just talking about going left, right, back and forth?"

"...the side with the pond."

"I can't see it, I can't notice it, Jiang Muxing, why does this kite keep falling, it just can't fly high? Is it broken?"

"..."

-

Jiang Muxing grabbed the boy who was running around: "You pull the thread well."

The bangs from the feast were messy, and her face became flushed from running: "It's done."

Jiang Muxing tugged at the kite string: "Are you sure it's loose like this?"

The banquet looks good Jiang Muxing: "Is it loose?"

Jiang Muxing was also looking at him.

The two looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

"This kite is too big, and the tail is so long, it's hard to fly. The string can't be loose or tight..."

Yan Hao couldn't make up any more excuses, his face turned red, and he threw the wheel into Jiang Muxing's arms like a broken jar: "You come."

After Jiang Muxing took over, the kite flew up quickly, higher and higher, and flew into the blue sky.

The banquet looked good and I was stunned.

In April last year, he was the same as March and February. The happiest thing for him every day was going to school to peek at Jiang Muxing. After school, he was depressed and spent time in online games.

In April of this year, Jiang Muxing took him to fly a kite.

Yan Hao quickly rubbed his hot and humid eyes, and wiped away the tears that were about to come out, insisting was right.

No matter how long the night is, it will always pass.

Whether it's his young crush, or Jiang Muxing's difficult family situation.

The sun was shining brightly, and the noise brought by the busy traffic on the road did not invade the lawn, disturbing the warmth and coziness of this area.

Jiang Muxing stabilized the kite and gave the wheels to Yanhao.

"Yes, give it a light tug."

"so?"

"Well, well done."

Yan Hao was excited and sighed, suddenly it was very easy, without any technical content, just keep the height and posture of holding the wheel.

The kite seemed to be subdued by Jiang Muxing.

Not long after, a young father brought his child to fly a kite.

A little boy of three or four years old, not afraid of strangers, said hello crisply: "Brother, why can your kite fly so high?"

Yan said kindly, because my brother has a boyfriend.

The little boy raised his neck, his eyes full of innocence and curiosity.

Yanhao pointed at Jiang Muxing: "My brother's brother is very powerful."

The little boy ran to his father: "Dad, I want my brother too."

The young father staggered: "Son, your mother gave birth to you with a serious illness and cried miserably. We can't let her cry anymore."

The little boy didn't understand: "But without my brother, the kite can't fly high."

"..."

After the young father said something, the little boy grabbed his clothes and jumped up and down.

Yan Hao retracted her gaze and turned to look at Jiang Muxing behind her: "If you hadn't met me, in ten or eight years, you would marry and have children with a gentle, kind, beautiful and generous girl with similar interests."

Before Jiang Muxing could say anything, Yan Hao said again: "But if you meet me, there is no other possibility."

Yan Hao stared at him closely: "You have this awareness, right?"

"For some questions, the answer has to be explored and felt by yourself to be meaningful."

Jiang Muxing pulled the kite string.

Yan Hao felt that the thread was taut in his hand, and the touch was magical. He looked up at the kite in the sky, and the lines of his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a smile.

Jiang Muxing put his hands into the pockets of the dark blue sweatpants, pinched the phone, stroked the case a few times, took it out, and took a picture of the boy.

Yan Hao smiled and turned her head: "Look, the thread has been released, and it has reached the highest point."

Jiang Mu was about to freeze those eyes following him forever.

-

In the afternoon, Jiang Muxing took Yan Hao to see the rapeseed field, and there were also peach blossoms, pear blossoms, and a small cherry blossom forest on the way.

Very beautiful.

The style of spring is very strong.

Going back this day, Yan Hao no longer suffers from insomnia. The pressure is too great. Going out for a walk and relaxing is more effective than any medicine.

At the beginning of May, Yan Hao's study plan changed a lot. He didn't need to do any special training before the college entrance examination, he only needed to do three things.

One is to read the wrong question book, the other is to do some questions every day to keep the feel, and the third is to adjust the schedule.

Not only to go to bed early and get up early, but also to take a nap.

The last bit of difficulty is that there is no other way except to coax her boyfriend.

The temperature gradually showed signs of insanity.

When Yan Hao goes to school, he will bring a large-capacity thermos cup and put a handful of goji berries.

Yang Cong was thirsty and borrowed water from him. When he saw the goji berry in the cup, he almost jumped up from his chair.

"Fuck, my dad only puts a few capsules in the water, you are a young guy, what about it?"

Xia Shui in front turned around: "What's wrong?"

Yang Cong pointed the cup at her.

Xia Shui took a closer look: "Xiao Hao, if you soak so many goji berries in water, won't your teeth be sour?"

Yanhao origami play: "Sour and sweet, I feel good drinking it, you two can try it too, there are many benefits of wolfberry, it can refresh the eyes, can also regulate immunity, nourish the kidney, nourish the liver..."

Xia Shui and Yang Cong were taken aback when they heard this.

The free promotion of Yanhao is over, so here is a summary: "Health preservation should be done as early as possible."

Xia Shui was dumbfounded: "Then it's too early for you."

Yan Hao said with emotion: "Preparing for the exam makes me old."

"Just your face, tell me where is the old age."

Yang Cong was about to pinch Yan's face, and when his hands were about to touch, Jiang Muxing at the door suddenly turned his head as if he had received a signal.

Subconsciously, Yang Cong lowered his hand.

After it was over, he realized how cowardly he was. He kicked the corner of the table and took a big gulp of goji berry juice.

It tasted absolutely delicious.

Taste it once and never forget it.

-

Other schools do not need to do exercises in the third year of senior high school, but only in the first middle school.

It's like this every time, and I don't know what kind of energy I'm insisting on.

The sound of pulling chairs in the class dragged and dragged.

The banquet is good to call Xia Shui to go down together.

Xia Shui lay prone on the table, looking uninspired.

Yan Hao asked with concern: "Uncomfortable?"

Xia Shui nodded with his head buried in his arms.

Yan Hao's face changed: "Then did you call home? Let the driver pick you up."

Xia Shui said no: "I'll just have a party."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes: "Is there something here?"

Yan Hao didn't respond for a while: "What?"

Yang Cong made eye contact with him: "That."

Yanhao received a message: "Is it time?"

Xia Shui tilted half of his face: "You two are almost ready, my ears are not pendants, I can hear you, thank you."

Yan really wanted to see Xia Shui's complexion, but before she could see clearly, she buried the small half of her face back in her arms.

"My dear friends, don't dawdle. You two should go down and do some exercises. I'll be back in a while. I'm still here. I won't turn into a butterfly and fly away."

Yan Hao worriedly told: "Then you lie on your stomach."

He looked at Jiang Muxing who was waiting for him in the corridor, and called Yang Cong to the door of the classroom.

Yang Cong passed the blackboard behind and wiped off the lower body of the four characters "28 days".

Yanhao: "I owe you."

Yang Cong: "I feel bad looking at that number."

Yan Hao: "My friend, youth is always going to pass away, I want to open up."

Yang Cong: "..."

-

When they returned to the classroom after the exercises, they were invited to go to the bathroom and queued for a long time.

A bubble of urine casts the illusion of a century.

"Everything in the school is good, except for the garbage in the public toilets. There are few and small pits."

Yang Cong complained cursingly: "Damn it, the trash exploded."

Song Ran stood up and spoke for the school: "It's ok, at least there is no terrible scene of water cutoff."

"I think at the beginning, when I was in junior high school, the school had irregular water cuts, and the toilet couldn't be flushed without water. The accumulation was really a..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Cong kicked him in the calf: "Enough is enough, brother, keep a line in life, don't go too far."

Song Ran couldn't finish it, and wanted to share it with his friends: "Lao Jiang, let me tell you..."

Jiang Muxing went around to Yanhao's side.

Song Ran: "..."

While walking, Yang Cong suddenly pulled Yan Hao's arm: "It seems that someone called you."

Yan Hao was suspicious: "No?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he and the other three heard it, and quickly found the source of the sound.

In Classroom (1) on the third floor, Xia Shui's deskmate, a fat man, leaned half out of the window, showing a frightened fleshy face, tearing his throat and yelling.

"Good feast, Yang Cong, come up quickly! Xia Shui fainted!"