serious about love

Yan Hao played 33 arena at Yang Cong's house, came out after a game, took the time to poke his phone, saw the message from his friend, and was stunned for a while.

Yang Cong tapped on the keyboard: "Can this one turn on YY?"

Banyan didn't respond.

"Well, there's no need to turn it on, Da Diao said that his earphones are broken, and we are next to each other, so there is no need for it."

Yang Cong shouted, "Xiao Hao, come in."

The banquet is good or there is no response.

Yang Cong shouted again: "Good brother?"

Yan Hao let go of the hand holding the mouse, and took hold of the mobile phone: "I won't play anymore."

Yang Cong immediately turned his head: "What the hell? Are you kidding me?"

Yan Hao looked at the squad leader in the separate group with a calm face and heart beating wildly: "You just ask someone to fill my seat."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes: "Is it so easy to pull a strong T?"

Yan Hao read the QQ automatic reply "We are already friends, let's chat together!" several times, but the chat box was still very quiet, and Jiang Muxing didn't send anything.

Yang Cong came over and put the phone in his pocket: "A normal T is fine. You have played with Da Diao for several seasons, so there is nothing to be afraid of."

"Fart, I don't feel safe when you're not here, and I don't even know who is milking me." Yang Cong pushed the keyboard forward like a spoiler, and raised his legs, "You don't care about me, I'll cry for you."

Yan Hao kept her eyelids open: "Cry."

Yang Cong: "..."

"Fuck, go in, hurry up, I'll be waiting for you."

Yan Hao carelessly flicked his bangs: "Do you really want me to do this?"

Yang Cong hurriedly urged: "Nonsense, hurry up!"

Yan Hao said: "Then prepare to be cheated."

Yang Cong quickly understood what he meant. The last time he was a normal person, this time he became a lunatic. He didn't talk about any strategies, and he didn't cooperate with his teammates. He just did it all the time. like medicine.

The three were quickly cut off by a wave.

After the banquet came out, he took a cherry to eat, threw the stick into the trash, met Yang Cong's fire-spitting eyes, and shrugged innocently: "I said I won't play."

Yang Cong was so angry that blue smoke rose from his head.

-

Yan's thoughts drifted away early, how could he be able to play the game, he hid in the bathroom and looked at the chat box with his mobile phone.

Still blank.

Yan Hao sat on the single sofa by the wall, crossed his legs and sent a message. After editing several times, he didn't click to send. The last thing he sent was a smiling expression, which was quite satisfactory.

Jiang Muxing:?

Yan Hao sent the sentence that he had silently recited many times in his heart: class monitor, please come over early in the evening and have dinner together.

Immediately afterwards, Yanhao sent another message: It's not too early, just six or seven o'clock.

Jiang Muxing's side shows that it is inputting.

Yan Hao stared at those words for an unknown period of time, but no news came, only a few words disappeared.

What does gone mean?Yan Hao bit his index finger knuckles irritably, the phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated, and he jumped up from the sofa in shock.

After confirming that it was Jiang Muxing on the caller ID, and not blindfolded, Yan stood close to the wall, taking advantage of the coldness coming from behind to cool down the boiling heat in his body, took a few deep breaths and pressed the answer button: "Hello."

His voice was still shaking, this was the first time Jiang Muxing called him, he was so excited, it was as unreal as a dream.

Jiang Muxing's voice on the phone was even deeper: "The phone turned off automatically just now."

Yan Hao's ears tingle: "Oh."

There was an uneasy silence after that.

The other end of Jiang Muxing was outside, and the car horn was very noisy. He didn't know which building he entered, and stood in an empty place, the noise gradually disappeared.

Then Yan Hao heard his breathing, as if it was close to his ear, and he could feel the warm breath.

Yan Hao turned around with a blushing face, her forehead was pressed against the wall, and half of her body was limp: "Squad leader, have you read the message I sent?"

Jiang Muxing didn't answer, but said, "I'll see the situation."

Yan Hao's eyelids trembled slightly.

The phone call lasted less than 2 minutes, but it made Yan's mood so good that it was indescribable.

If Jiang Muxing wants to reject someone, he won't make any excuses, he just doesn't want to, don't want to, don't want to, don't agree, can't, he is very direct, and he is notoriously indifferent in No. [-] Middle School.

He said it depends on the situation, that is, he will really do that.

-

Yan Hao washed his face in the bathroom and went out: "Cong Cong, I'm going back."

Yang Cong practiced the operation with his legs crossed, his hands frantically typing on the keyboard: "My mother is cooking your favorite big elbow for you, smell it."

Yan Hao smelled the fragrance, and floated from the first floor to the third floor: "The quality of your range hood is not very good."

Yang Cong shook his legs: "You can talk to my mother about this, she will listen to you, if you tell me to change it, then I will definitely change it, I said eight hundred times are all shit."

Yan Hao picked out the remaining cherries on the plate and ate them all: "I really have to go."

"Don't you dare to eat lunch here, my mother can read my father and me to death."

Yang Cong raised his head back, "Let me tell you this, knowing that you are coming, my mother doesn't even play mahjong anymore, and she dresses up both herself and the house. She bought the elbow at the vegetable market in the morning, and it's still a little If the hair is not clean, she will take my dad's razor and shave slowly."

"Don't you like to eat the skin on the outside of that elbow? She shaved it for more than half an hour, and you can imagine how clean it is."

Yan Hao took a nectarine from the plate and took a bite: "Shave it with a razor?"

"Ang, no, it's so awesome. My dad was very angry. He heard that he was cooking elbows for you, so he laughed and helped my mom. The couple are as busy as a daughter-in-law about to come in."

Yang Cong added: "Hey, it's still the daughter-in-law who is pregnant with a baby."

Yan Hao's face twitched.

Yang Cong looked incredible: "It's not just my parents, Xia Shui said that her mother always mentions you too. With your temperament, you can actually please the parents' generation so much."

Yanhao took a slow glance: "What's wrong with my temper?"

"Good!" Yang Cong immediately gave a thumbs up, "It's so good!"

Yan Hao sat on the chair next to him.

Yang Cong lay on the back of the chair, and smiled slyly: "Xiao Hao, if you were a girl, my mother would have passed the bracelet to you already, it's a pity."

Yan Hao grabbed most of the nectarines and quit the game: "It's as if I'm a woman so I can fall in love with you."

"Fuck!" Yang Cong was angry, "Dude, I'm tall and handsome, rich and generous, gentle and considerate, and the most important thing is that I look like a limp, but I'm actually super honest and honest. Lanterns are also hard to find, okay?"

Yan Hao: "Oh."

Yang Cong vomited blood, and Bai's mother wasted her saliva: "Do you think my parents will like Lingling? She is so cute and obedient, so they should like it very much."

Yan Hao gnawed at the nectarine: "You want to take her home?"

"It's in the plan." Yang Cong curled his hair naturally, and raised his eyebrows handsomely, "Men, you should be more realistic, not fake."

"However, we still need to listen to her thoughts on the specifics. Let's discuss it and communicate more. You can't think about the future just because you are about to pass the third year of high school and the college entrance examination. Adult love shouldn't be played like that."

Yan Hao continued to eat nectarines.

Yang Cong kicked him: "Are you envious?"

"Well," Yan Hao's voice was vague, "envious."

Yang Cong clicked his tongue: "Then you should find a wife too."

"Although your height can only be at the middle level among the boys, your physique is a little slender, your skin is whiter than many girls, and your temperament is still very unstable. It will be sunny and cloudy for a while, windy and rainy for a while, I know you After more than ten years, I often can't figure it out, but you..."

Yan Hao got up and left.

Yang Cong's face was full of seriousness: "But don't be discouraged, with me as a military adviser, I will definitely sell you!"

"roll."

-

After the banquet, he went back to the apartment for lunch. Aunt Zhang came over to cook dinner around five o'clock. Instead of nestling in the room like before, he found a place in the kitchen and stood there, asking what this was and how to wash that from time to time.

Aunt Zhang carefully asked: "Xiao Hao, is there something that Auntie didn't do well?"

Yan Hao was taken aback for a moment: "No."

Aunt Zhang broke off the tender green long beans, and said after deliberating, "Then why are you in the kitchen..."

"I want to learn to cook." Yan Hao pursed his lips, "It's not like Auntie is so powerful, just make a simple dish, or cook a noodle, etc. Sometimes I'm hungry and don't want to eat snacks, and I don't really want to order takeaway , I can’t do anything myself.”

Aunt Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, it's not just that she intends to fire her.

"You are growing up now, so you are more likely to be hungry." Aunt Zhang said, "Auntie usually cooks more and puts them in the refrigerator for you. When you are hungry, put them in the microwave to heat them up."

"This is not a long-term solution, I still want to learn a little bit."

Yanhao scratched her head, "Auntie, teach me, teach me to cook a dish tonight, I'll try it out."

Aunt Zhang pointed to the similarly prepared ingredients on the table: "Well, tonight, we will roast pork with beans, fried bean curd sticks with green vegetables, sweet and sour pork ribs, and soup. Which dish do you want to learn?"

Fortunately, in the post bar, I only read Jiang Muxing's related posts, and collected a lot of information about him through others, such as small habits, hobbies and so on.

For example, Jiang Muxing doesn't smoke, and when he thinks about a problem, he puts the cap back on his pen and turns it on and off. His favorite color is blue, and he likes to eat vegetables, not much meat.

Yan Hao pointed to the small green vegetables and yuba near the corner: "That's it."

When cooking, Aunt Zhang, a person who has been cooking for decades, was nervous and sweating profusely.

"Don't put the oil in, wait for the pot to dry before putting it in."

Yan Yan looked good, and the little water on the bottom of the pot soon disappeared, and the pot was completely dry: "Can we put oil now?"

Aunt Zhang took a look: "Let it go."

Yanhao poured in some salad oil according to her instructions, and when the oil sizzled, put in the minced green onion, ginger and garlic.

The fragrance hits my face instantly.

The sense of accomplishment after the banquet soared, and his whole body began to swell. Hearing that Aunt Zhang asked him to put vegetables, he picked up the plate and poured all the chopped vegetables into the pot.

At that moment, the hot oil popped out of the pot like a firecracker, splashing the whole body.

When Aunt Zhang realized it, she quickly pulled him away from the stove, and hurriedly turned off the fire: "Is there any burnt place, Xiaohao?"

It's good to rub your eyes.

Aunt Zhang was terrified: "Did you get it in your eyes?"

Yan Hao shook his head.

Aunt Zhang mentioned that her throat hadn't been relieved yet, when she saw that both of his arms were burned in several places, her face turned pale with fright: "Xiao Hao, go take a shower of cold water, Auntie will bring you an ice pack!"

Yanhao turned on the faucet, and flushed the hot spot with the water.

For a moment, Yan really wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a trick, to see if Jiang Muxing would care about him.

Thinking about it again, those girls pursued Jiang Muxing from all aspects of body, heart, material, and soul, and none of them could get a little love from him.

Jiang Muxing didn't care, it didn't matter what he did, how much he did, and he wouldn't respond in the slightest.

Yan Hao let Aunt Zhang apply ice to him.

Aunt Zhang blamed herself: "Blame Auntie, it's because Auntie didn't put the vegetables in the small basket, and the water accumulated."

"Auntie also forgot to find you a sleeve cover, and a mask. She forgot all about it. She just focused on tying an apron for you, and didn't think of anything else."

Yan Hao said nothing happened.

Aunt Zhang rubbed her hands, hesitated to speak, very uneasy.

"I won't tell my parents." Yanhao said, "I have to learn it myself, and it has nothing to do with you, auntie."

"Besides, it's normal for the cooking to be scalded. It's not a big deal, especially when you first learn it. Once you learn it, you will know how to pay attention."

Aunt Zhang felt relieved: "Then, that dish..."

Yan Hao took the ice pack and gently rubbed his scalded arm: "I'll finish frying later."

-

Jiang Muxing came here at 06:30. Yan Hao received the information in advance and knew that he would come for dinner, so he adjusted his mentality early.

On the dining table are refreshing three dishes and one soup, two bowls of rice, two chopsticks, and two glasses of soda.

The two teenagers sat facing each other, with warm white lights above their heads.

The atmosphere is cozy.

Yan's long sleeves covered the burns on his arms, and the temperature of the air conditioner was two degrees lower than usual. He wouldn't be hot, but he felt steam all over his body. My palms were sweating profusely.

Jiang Muxing glanced at several vegetable soups on the table: "You made all of them?"

"Only green vegetables and yuba."

Yanhao pretended to be relaxed and smiled, "Squad leader, try to see how many points you can score?"

Jiang Muxing picked up a chopstick and put it into his mouth: "It's salty."

The arc of Yanhao's mouth was a little unstoppable.

The challenge of cooking is too high, and the difficulty factor is far beyond his imagination.

He didn't let Aunt Zhang taste the dish, nor did he taste it himself, the first bite was for Jiang Muxing.

So I don't know how.

so bad?Yanhao clenched her fingers in frustration.

Jiang Muxing chewed and swallowed, without showing a critical and disgusting expression on his face, and objectively commented: "I put too much oil, and I put too much soy sauce."

The corners of Yan Hao's mouth were straightened.

Jiang Muxing took another chopstick to eat: "The frying time is too long."

The corners of Yan Hao's mouth drooped down.

"The chopped green onion, ginger and garlic are all mushy, so it's too hot."

Jiang Muxing said in a cold voice, and stretched out his chopsticks again.

Yanhao was already waiting for zero points, but he heard Jiang Muxing say, "Eighty points."

Hearing this, his emotions didn't fluctuate: "The perfect score is one thousand, right?"

For the fourth time, Jiang Muxing ate vegetables and yuba: "One hundred."

Yan Hao raised his head abruptly, in the shadow cast by the bangs on his forehead, his eyes were dark and bright, revealing surprise and doubt: "Then how could I have such a high score?"

Jiang Muxing looked at him: "Encouragement."