serious about love

Yang Cong was playing mobile games paralyzed in the living room. After playing several times, the bathroom door opened from the inside, and he immediately glanced over.

Yan Hao came out first, her face was not red, and she was out of breath.

Then Jiang Muxing came out and put the bucket of dirty clothes under the sink.

Both are fine.

Yang Cong tsk tsk, quite bearable, he accidentally dropped his phone on his face, the pain made him curse: "Fuck!"

Yan stomped his feet, and the wet soles made a splashing sound: "It's so wet."

Jiang Muxing took the towel from the shelf: "Lift up your feet."

Yanhao took one foot out of the slipper cooperatively, and lifted that leg against the wall.

Jiang Muxing held up the boy's ankles, wrapped his feet with a dry towel, rubbed them neatly and gently, and rubbed his white and round toes one by one. After the water was wiped off, he changed to another toe. only feet.

Yang Cong, whose face was smashed, was not only ignored, but also his nose almost dropped from the sour smell of love.

Damn, being single has no human rights.

-

Jiang Mu walked into the room to play on the computer, and sat down in the living room: "Cong Cong, you can take a shower later."

Yang Cong tapped his phone, and the small sports car in the game was walking on the edge of the cliff: "I think I need a reasonable explanation."

Yanhao wiped her hair with her legs crossed: "It smells like my boyfriend, no one else can smell it except me."

Yang Cong's hand trembled, and the sports car fell off the cliff.

"Damn, I lost again."

Yang Cong threw the phone on the coffee table: "Friend, I'm thinking about your relationship, it's ok, you don't want to be a human anymore."

Yan Hao leaned back on the sofa: "It's okay."

Yang Cong gave him two thumbs up: "I admire you all over the world."

Yan Hao had a humble face: "I dare not be that."

Yang Cong: "..."

"By the way," Yang Cong half stood up on the edge of the sofa, and looked closer at his buddies, "Your eyes are one big and one small, and they are quite unique."

The stye on Yan Hao's left eye reflexively tingled: "Get out."

Yang Cong said with a serious face: "Shall I take two photos for you as a souvenir?"

Yan Hao kicked over: "Walk slowly and don't see you off."

"Don't," Yang Cong said, "do you have the heart to see your brother living on the street?"

The banquet was so slow: "I can't bear it."

Yang Cong raised his eyebrows at him: "Duplicity, I understand."

Ye Hao rolled his eyes.

Yang Cong stopped joking: "Xiao Hao, is your sty the same thing as the eye of a needle?"

Yan Hao rubbed her wet bangs through a towel: "It seems to be."

Yang Cong sat back on the floor: "Then I have grown up, but I am not as big as you. Based on my experience, you should calm down, don't rub or squeeze, take eye drops, drink some antibiotics, and slowly absorb them. Don't worry about it yourself." scare yourself."

Yan Hao listened to Shu Tan: "This is what you say tonight."

Yang Cong flipped through his phone, bored: "Then play Street Fighter, let me say a few more words."

Yan Hao wiped his hair quickly, and threw the towel on the back of the chair not far away: "Let's play, come."

Yang Cong didn't report any hope. After all, Fa Xiao found a private teacher for himself, and the supervision was very strict. He joked, "Don't you need to submit an application of at least [-] words?"

Feast well when he farts.

-

Yang Cong felt a little exhausted after being knocked out five times in a row. He threw the handle on the ground and scratched the back of his head indiscriminately, with a deep expression on his hesitation: "Okay, brother Cong asked you something."

Yanhao said without waiting for him to ask, "No."

Yang Cong stared: "I haven't asked yet."

Yan Hao peeled the apple candy and ate it: "Don't you just want to know if Jiang Muxing has been KO'd by me?"

Yang Cong's face twisted: "So? Really not? I don't believe it."

Yan Hao shrugged: "I never played games with him."

Yang Cong bumped into him, with a nagging attitude on the face of the old lady from the east of the village: "Hey, do you two usually have common hobbies?"

Yan Hao's eyes turned dark: "Are you still playing?"

"Play," Yang Cong said, "play the game with your hands, not with your mouth."

"Crack."

Yan Hao stared at Yang Cong, and vigorously crushed the sugar with a clear voice.

Yang Cong had the illusion that his bones were bitten. He shook his body, and his strong physique put on a cowardly look: "Rational discussion, world peace."

After eating the candy, he said, "I have hobbies. I like doing papers, reading essays, and writing diaries."

Yang Cong hahaha expressionlessly: "It's not funny at all."

Yan Hao threw the handle on him, as if to leave.

Yang Cong grabbed the hairy brother: "Okay, okay, let's talk about something special, so why is it difficult to get a driver's license?"

Yanhao gave him the eight-character truth: "It's not difficult to do it, but it's not difficult."

"..." Yang Cong said, "Show me your little book."

Yanhao went to the room to get the driver's license for him, and squatted in front of the TV to play the game.

Yang Cong opened the driver's license and took a look: "Damn it, you're so fucking stupid!"

Yanhao turned her head: "Want to learn?"

Yang Cong closed the driver's license, flicked it twice with his fingers, and there was no shape: "I plan to sign up after the college entrance examination."

"Very good." Yanhao said, "With the speed at which your IQ is declining, the sooner you learn to drive, the better. If you are late, you will die in Ke Yi."

Yang Cong's mouth twitched: "Here's a bowl of chicken soup."

Yan Hao casually said: "There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as there is a heart."

Yang Cong's face turned green like a dung beetle: "Can this chicken soup be more perfunctory? Can't we add more ingredients?"

"It's good to have chicken soup, let's make do with it."

Banquet looks good wall clock.

Yang Cong also took a look, it was not yet nine o'clock, what do you mean, could it be that the lights are about to be turned off?He raised Erlang's legs: "Xiao Hao, let's sleep together tonight."

Yan Hao asked with his eyes.

Yang Cong raised his chin: "Let's have a heart-to-heart talk."

Yan Hao glanced at him: "Do you have to talk on the bed?"

Yang Cong has a plausible saying: "As the saying goes, the combination of bed and night is a golden package for heart-to-heart talks."

"..."

Yan Hao put away the handle and game board: "I will, I will go and talk to Jiang Muxing."

Yang Cong's face was filled with exaggerated shock and emotion: "My good brother, I misunderstood you, I thought you value sex over friends."

Yanhao said lightly, "I am."

Yang Cong: "..."

Yan Hao pulled the hair on the front, let his bangs loose, and casually said, "I'll go to your room first, and I'll go back to the room after talking."

Yang Cong wanted to stick his big toe up, so he did.

-

Yan Hao chatted with Yang Cong for a long time, and at the end of the chat, his mouth was dry and tongue dry, and both of them were lying on the bed a little hypoxic.

"Cong Cong, I think it's about going abroad. Don't put too much pressure on yourself. When you get together in life, you end up breaking up."

"What about the next sentence?"

"Nothing lasts forever."

"Fuck, the next sentence I said is that when we part, there will be reunion!"

"Speaking of which, why are you spraying me? I've washed my face, bro."

The two had an authentic exchange of words, and then both fell into silence.

The high school report seems to be yesterday, but I will graduate from high school soon.

They have been together in elementary school, junior high school and high school, and they have flirtations with each other at every stage. Losing contact and breaking friendship does not exist.

No matter which country you are in, across the Atlantic Ocean or the Pacific Ocean, or what kind of sea, you are still a buddy.

Relatives in general.

Yan Hao sat up and rubbed his face: "Anyway, you should follow your heart when it comes to going abroad, and I will support you even if I ask."

"Come on, I haven't made up my mind yet..." Yang Cong puffed out, "Damn it, I'm so annoying, let's not talk about it."

Yan Hao yawned, her left eye was very red and swollen because of a sty.

"You came to my place, did you call home?"

"The old couple know."

Yang Cong said, "Go to sleep."

Yan Hao said a few words and went back to the room. Jiang Muxing hadn't gone to bed yet, and was sitting at the table adding recipes.

"I'm just a stye, and you're so hardworking."

Yanhao lay on Jiang Muxing's back: "If I get sick in the future..."

Jiang Muxing stopped him and said, "What's wrong?"

Yan Wangyan saw that his air pressure dropped suddenly, and his eyelids twitched: "Just a hypothesis."

Jiang Muxing's expression was indifferent and serious: "I like hypotheses so much, let's write a composition before going to bed, with the theme of 'assumptions'."

write an essay?Yan Hao's expression changed, and he immediately went around and sat in Jiang Muxing's arms smoothly: "I don't like assumptions, not at all."

Jiang Muxing didn't move at all.

Yanhao bit his Adam's apple: "I like you."

Jiang Muxing closed his eyelids slightly, and said hoarsely, "Don't talk nonsense in the future."

Yan Haohao nodded quickly, his teeth not loose.

Jiang Muxing casually rubbed the back of his neck, like a kitten.

-

In the guest room, Yang Cong smoked and lit another cigarette. If there was any sound at night, he had to pretend he didn't hear it.The issue is……

He was afraid that his buddy would lose control and slap his throat, and he would rush out if he lost control.

That would be embarrassing.

Yang Cong was worried about his old father, and he didn't know how long he thought about it miscellaneously. There was no fart sound from the master bedroom. He looked at the time, and it was more than three o'clock in the morning.

"..."

The next morning, Yanhao and Jiang Muxing were refreshed, and Yang Cong's dark circles were touching.

Yan Hao asked strangely: "What did you do last night?"

Yang Cong passed by overnight, as if he had aged 80 years, and his hand brushing his teeth was shaking: "I was possessed by a fool last night."

Yan Hao let out an "oh" and said, "Like attracts like."

Yang Cong sprayed toothpaste foam all over his body.

-

Xia Shui went abroad for treatment on Saturday. Before boarding the plane, she posted a "You have to get used to meeting and parting" emoji biting a handkerchief and crying in the group.

He withdrew it in the next second, and replaced it with the expression of Youxihou picking his nose, with two chic words: Let's go.

At that time, I had a banquet with a few of them in the playground.

Jiang Muxing saw the news first, and he handed over his mobile phone: "Xia Shui is going to board the plane."

Yanhao took the phone and quickly replied with a "send love" emoji, then turned to ask Jiang Muxing: "What did Xia Shui withdraw?"

Jiang Muxing said he didn't see it: "Don't make random expressions."

Yan Hao looked at the little monkey in the chat box: "No messy hair."

Jiang Muxing's complexion darkened.

Yan Hao was sending a message to say goodbye to Xia Shui. He didn't pay attention to his boyfriend's vinegar smell. He kept poking the keyboard with a middle finger: "The keyboard on your mobile phone is so hard, it hurts my fingers."

Jiang Muxing took back the phone.

The banquet was in a hurry: "I haven't finished the fight yet."

"Tell me," Jiang Muxing said flatly, "I'll hit you."

Yan Hao stared blankly at Jiang Muxing, his eyelashes trembled a few times, his eyes became brighter and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"We'll go to the gym equipment cabin later."

Jiang Muxing frowned: "No."

Yanhao licked her lips and said in a low voice, "You really don't want to go?"

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

Yan Hao didn't say anything else, just acted like a baby softly: "I want to kiss you."

Jiang Muxing's throat throbbed: "Send the message first."

"Okay." The banquet accepted as soon as it was ready, "I have something to say, you can send it to Xia Shui for me."

He said two or three sentences, and then shouted at Song Ran and Yang Cong on the basketball court: "Xia Shui is on QQ!"

Yang Cong was playing and didn't hear him.

Song Ran heard it, and hurried forward to tell him that the one who lost the ball lost the ball, the one who wiped his sweat wiped his sweat, and the one who took the mobile phone took the mobile phone.

Several people chatted against the clock, and said whatever they thought of, without drafting, they were all what they wanted to say at this moment.

It was the most honest reaction in the face of a friend leaving halfway when they were about to reach the finish line.

Your sister Xia: Heroes and heroes, the green mountains will not change, and the green water will flow forever. We will meet in the future.

After Xia Shui sent the message, two seconds later, the profile picture of Sailor Moon turned gray and was downloaded.