serious about love

On the evening of the 8th, Yanhao went back to the apartment with Jiang Muhang to play after the exam.

The emotions that have been suppressed for too long are released, extremely surging, extremely fierce, frantically shaking and clamoring, after fully possessing the inside and outside, you can taste the marrow.

In addition, it is a young age, full of energy, the college entrance examination is over, worries are relieved, the rope that binds reason is loose, and it is out of control.

Crying, hugging, and lingering to death.

Sober and confused, hugging each other tightly in pain.

Yan Hao was unable to leave the room during the day and only put on clothes at night.

Because I want to eat casual meals.

He is a person who pays attention to the sense of ritual.

-

Jiang Muxing was on the phone with Lao Ban, asking about the location and time of the breakup meal.

The old class is still dealing with things at school, and when he received this call, he looked inexplicable: "I just had the last confirmation with you yesterday afternoon." "..."

Jiang Muxing rubbed his forehead, and spent a day and a night intoxicated.

After talking on the phone, Jiang Muxing found the boy on the sofa.

"Dinner at seven o'clock, in the Four Seasons Garden."

Yan Hao nestled on the sofa: "Siji Garden, that's okay, it's not far, you can walk there."

Jiang Muxing looked down at him: "Let's go?"

Just as Yan Hao was about to nod his head, his calves became weak and weak, and his waist was sore like a duet, he curled his lips: "I can't walk."

Jiang Muxing raised his foot, his pants were caught, he turned his head, "I'll get you shoes."

Yan Hao let go of his fingers, half dead.

Jiang Muxing took the shoes from the entrance and came back, sat on the sofa and put them on for him: "Come back after dinner, we won't participate in the later all-night activities."

"what activity……"

Yan Hao's calf strained muscle was torn, and immediately screamed: "It hurts."

Jiang Muxing pressed the button lightly.

Yanhao tilted her head, her chin resting on the soft pumpkin pillow: "Uncomfortable."

Jiang Muxing didn't know what to do: "No one will let me out when sleeping, must I stay inside?"

Yan Hao blushed in shame.

Jiang Muxing pressed his calf and waist for a while, seeing that he was still uncomfortable, he frowned and said, "I won't go."

"No," Yan Hao said quickly, "I have to go."

He supported Jiang Muxing's legs and got up: "If I don't eat this meal, I will feel that something is missing."

Jiang Muxing hugged him helplessly.

Yanhao leaned into Jiang Muxing's arms: "What are the activities?"

Jiang Muxing put the other shoe on for him: "Sing K, kill the Three Kingdoms, take a big adventure."

"Sounds good." Yan Hao sighed, "If you don't become my boyfriend, I will play crazy, drink crazy tonight, and then hold Yang Cong and cry."

Jiang Muxing lowered his eyes and tied his shoelaces: "Don't you have the courage to confess your love with wine?"

Yan Hao took a look at him: "I'm afraid I have to hold Ai's number plate and wait for my number to be called."

Jiang Muxing's face twitched.

Yanhao grabbed Jiang Muxing's hand and squeezed his knuckles: "It's really long."

Before Jiang Muxing could say anything, he heard him sigh: "It feels like you're almost screwed."

Yan Hao didn't notice Jiang Muxing's darkened eyes, and muttered to himself: "The nails are well manicured, they didn't pierce me, you don't know, at that time I was afraid that you would pierce..."

The following words were drowned in Jiang Muxing's passionate kiss.

-

Ten minutes later, when Yanhao and Jiang Muxing arrived at the Four Seasons Garden, many people had already arrived at the door.

In the hot and unbearable evening, the youthful atmosphere was mixed with the scent of Liushen toilet water, and the army of mosquitoes was resisted. Only the teams with the idea of ​​"suffering the bold and starving the timid" were engaged in assault .

Everyone didn't deliberately divide into classes, and everyone in each class was still together.

This group and that nest, talk about the steps to solve the problem and estimate the score, and talk about volunteering and looking forward to college life.

Good, average, or bad, normal performance or abnormal performance, the answer is written on everyone's face, and the eyes can see it.

There is no need to probe or ask with concern at all.

The college entrance examination has passed, some people are happy, some are worried, some are thankful, some are thankful, some are heartbroken, wishing to cut off their hands to change the answer, some are relieved, some start to look forward to it, and some are more anxious.

A good feast takes up three emotions, joy, relief, and anticipation.

Yang Cong, who was smoking behind the bushes, pinched his cigarette and threw it on the ground, the soles of his shoes were crushed, and he swayed over: "Can you two come more slowly? Why don't you just come back after we break up?"

Yan is eating apple candy: "Isn't it ready to eat?"

Yang Cong suddenly said "huh" and looked him over from head to toe.

The wind blew Yan Hao's bangs messy, and the small cinnabar mole between the eyebrows loomed, making her more charming than before.

Yang Cong's heart skipped a beat, it's over, his brother must have been eaten.

Do it right after the exam?

Fuck Jiang Muxing, fuck!

Yan Hao found that Yang Cong was staring at Jiang Muxing who was not far away, and frowned: "Who are you staring at?"

Yang Cong was angry: "Glaring at you man."

Yan really wanted to kick Yang Cong, but his back was sore and his legs hurt so he dared not lift his feet, so he patted his arm: "My man recruited you?"

Yang Cong gritted his teeth: "Recruited."

Yan Hao said "Oh": "Hold it."

"..."

Yang Cong tut: "My friend, you are really a benchmark for valuing sex over friends."

Yan Hao gave him a candy: "We still need to work harder."

Yang Cong rolled his eyes, pulled the candy and felt that it was not enough to fit between his teeth, and tore off the candy paper: "How did you do in the exam?"

Yan Hao's gaze followed Jiang Muxing who was standing with several teachers: "Very good."

Yang Cong saw it, but still asked uneasy: "How good is it?"

Yan Hao raised his eyebrows lightly: "The degree of waiting for the admission notice."

Yang Cong squinted: "So hanging?"

Banyan put his hands in his pockets: "yes."

Yang Cong grinned and showed his white teeth, and he was happy for him: "Then I'll wait for the treat."

Yanhao bit the candy: "What about you?"

Yang Cong rubbed his chin, thought about it and said, "Every paper has a name written on it."

Banquet: "..."

Yang Cong's family had already arranged a route for him, and he didn't want to go, because he was rebellious and protested, but it didn't work, so he still had to go.

It doesn't matter, let's go.

You can always find some peace and quiet in the fucking way of life.

-

Around 06:30, under the Four Seasons Garden, the sunset dyed half the sky red.

Line up each class and roll call.

It seems to be back to the military training in the first year of high school, but what I wear is not a camouflage uniform, or even a school uniform.

This is also the last roll call, a sad part before the breakup meal.

Jiang Muxing stood in front of class (1), like every time in the past, looked down at the roster, looked at one and called out.

"Chen Qi."

"arrive."

"Chen Xiao."

"arrive."

"Goofy."

"arrive."

"He Jiajia."

"arrive."

"..."

"..."

Jiang Muxing shouted all the way down in order: "Yang Cong."

Yang Cong said lazily, "Here."

Jiang Muxing glanced at the names behind Yang Cong, paused for a few moments, and rolled his eyelids: "Good feast."

Yanhao had a bright smile and a light in his eyes: "Here."

Jiang Muxing looked at him for a second, and continued to roll the roll. After finishing the roll, he reported to the old class: "64 people should arrive, and they actually arrived..."

"and many more!"

Yang Cong, who was squatting on the ground, jumped up suddenly, raised his mobile phone and pointed the screen at Jiang Muxing and his old class: "Miss Xia is here."

In the video, Xia Shui was lying on the hospital bed, her hair was cut even shorter, and she looked okay. She looked at the camera and smiled as usual: "Here!"

(1) The class was silent, and other classes looked sideways.

Jiang Muxing opened the roster again, and ticked next to Xia Shui's name: "(1) There should be 64 people in the class, and there are 64 people, all of them."

-

The appearance of Xia Shui and the cheerful and loud "arrival" pushed the atmosphere of this night into a sadder situation.

To be precise, it is sentimental and happy.

Because the breakup meal is not only to bid farewell to the past, but also to thank the three years of classmates, but also to pack up the mood to start again, to welcome the future, and to be a better self.

This is a process that every session of No. [-] Middle School will have, also known as the Teacher Appreciation Banquet.

It is also a large-scale confession scene and a reconciliation scene.

The hurdles that I once thought I would not be able to pass in this life suddenly passed.

What you can’t catch after chasing for a long time, what you can’t forget even if you try hard, what you do wrong but can’t bear to say sorry...

Those ignorant grievances and hatreds when they were young are diluted and dissipated in a glass of wine.

They have graduated and are about to drift away.

Whether we can get together again depends on whether the fate is deep or not.

-

The entire Four Seasons Garden was booked out by No. [-] Middle School, and there were noisy sounds from top to bottom.

Yan Hao Jiang Muxing and the others are in the leftmost private room on the third floor. There are two tables, one table seats twelve, which means 24 people together, plus the class next door who comes to toast from time to time, it never stops.

Jiang Muxing rubbed Yanhao's waist at an angle that others couldn't notice: "Will you be full just by looking at it?"

"I can't." Yanhao moved his butt slightly, his whole body was sore and limp: "But I don't know what to eat, and I can't eat spicy ones."

Jiang Muxing scanned the dishes on the table: "Do you want tofu soup?"

Yanhao hesitated for a while: "Let's order some."

Jiang Muxing turned the tofu soup in front of him, and was about to pick up the banquet bowl, but he stopped him: "I'll do it myself."

After the banquet, I changed my mind again: "Forget it, come on, I'm your best friend, it's nothing if you order something for me."

When Jiang Muxing was making tofu soup for Yanhao, several eyes fell on him.

The banquet is easy to peel and eat small oranges. Even as Jiang Muxing's best friend, he is envied by the girls.

He must have saved the galaxy in his previous life.

Meet Jiang Muxing, get his loyalty and love, as a same-sex identity.

Jiang Muxing copied the tofu soup from the big guy, it was very hot, he put it aside specially, and prepared to let it cool before serving the banquet.

Unexpectedly, the master of Yan was very fast, so he dug a spoonful and put it into his mouth without even thinking about it.

Then it was hot and stomped.

Jiang Muxing subconsciously picked up the tissue, intending to make the banquet easy to vomit.

Above.

Seeing this, Yang Cong's eyelids twitched. He quickly grabbed the tissue and wrapped it around Yan Hao's mouth.

Yanhao spat out the tofu soup, and her tongue and mouth were saved.

"You idiot."

Yang Cong threw the ball of paper into the trash can with disgust on his face: "Three-year-olds know how to blow it up before eating it. You grow up so big for nothing."

Yan Hao took a sip of beer and said, "Get out."

Yang Cong crossed his arms, with a disgusted Bala affectation: "Brothers and sisters present, have you seen it? In terms of conscience, we are the number one class banquet classmates."

There was laughter on the table.

"I'll go, Yang Cong, the banquet is good, the relationship between you two is too good."

"Good yarn."

"There is no such a good way to use wool, it's like taking care of someone."

Yang Cong spat out a sip of wine, but fortunately he turned his head in time, so that the food on the table did not suffer.

"You are paralyzed, can you speak?"

The boy's face froze: "Just a joke."

Yang Cong had a fiery temper: "It's a shit joke, I almost gave you a fucking wilt."

Others try to smooth things over.

Yang Cong patted the table: "Stop comparing yourself, drink and drink!"

He just poured a few sips of wine into his stomach, damn it, I was about to be vomited by Jiang Muxing's vinegar smell.

What happened just now, if Yang Cong didn't react fast enough to get ahead of Jiang Muxing and let him do that, it would be over.

There are a lot of intimate things that can be done between childhood, which will not make people think about it, and will not bring ambiguous feelings. At most, it is just a few cheap talkers playing tricks to find a sense of existence.

Boyfriend relationships are different.

Even if the word "best" is put on the front, it's still weird to do that kind of behavior.

Especially Jiang Mou, whose every move is magnified.

-

After Yan Hao went to the bathroom, his family members who smelled of vinegar came in after him.

Before the two could speak, Yang Cong sent several text messages in a row.

- Brother, let your man take it easy.

-Train it when it's time to do it.

-Also, you let him call home the sanity and self-control he had run away from home.

Yan Hao twitched his lips and answered Yang Cong's "thank you", put back his phone and looked at Jiang Muxing, opened his mouth and said, "See if my tongue is blistered."

Jiang Muxing pinched his face, brought him under his eyelids, and lowered his eyes: "It's red, it's not soaked."

Yanhao coquettishly whispered, "It hurts so much."

Jiang Muxing touched his face.

Yan Hao rubbed against his rough palm: "Yang Cong was kind, thanks to him for smoothing things over."

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

Yan Hao: "Then you are still jealous?"

"Eat." Jiang Muxing said, "The two things don't matter."

Banquet: "..."

Jiang Muxing kissed Yanhao's eyebrows, eyes, nose tip, and pressed his soft lips.

Banyan caters unconsciously.

Not long after, footsteps were heard outside.

Yanhao was so nervous that he bit Jiang Muxing, a fishy sweetness appeared in his mouth.

"Are you OK?"

Jiang Muxing's Adam's apple slipped: "I have something to do."

Just as Yan Hao wanted to check the tip of his tongue, he pushed him into the compartment, and the door closed and locked.

Xiao Jiang exploded and needed to be appeased.

-

When Yan Hao and Jiang Mu went back to the private room, Song Ran who had gone out to toast had already returned and was chatting at the next table.

Yang Cong stood up holding half a glass of wine in a dawdly manner, and raised his chin to Jiang Muxing: "Squad leader, I toast you."

Jiang Muxing didn't respond.

Song Ran at the next table winked at Yang Cong.

Yan Hao kicked Yang Cong's foot.

Yang Cong drank a lot of wine, and his tone was more flamboyant than usual, with a half-smile: "Why, monitor, don't you want to save face?"

"By the way, I want to say something while drinking. I'll give you a few words."

Yang Cong supported the table with one hand, and raised his wine glass with the other: "Fuck, what should I say, let me think about it..."

"Then, I hope the squad leader will cherish what he has and don't disappoint... hiccup..."

Yang Cong burped: "That's all, monitor, let's go?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, Yang Cong was confused after drinking, why are you toasting Jiang Muxing for nothing?

Jiang Muxing didn't match him, so it was impossible to accept the wine.

Yang Cong will not be able to step down from the stage.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Muxing stood up, clinked glasses with Yang Cong, and responded with a strange sentence: "Thank you for your care."

Yang Cong drank it down in one gulp, turned his cup upside down, and grinned provocatively at Jiang Muxing.

Jiang Muxing did it.

-

In the second half of the break-up meal, people vomited, cried, sang, hugged, laughed, made noises... one after another.

The deputy squad leader took advantage of this atmosphere to talk to Jiang Muxing. Last year, she was explicitly rejected, and later she was even more unhappy, but she was still not willing to let go of the seat in her hand.

Now that I have graduated, the position is gone, and the only opportunity to communicate alone is also lost.

Alcohol can give people courage, the deputy monitor asked very straightforwardly: "Jiang Muxing, do you have a girlfriend now?"

There was booing in the private room, people knocking bowls and whistles, one after another, in a rhythmic way.

Yan Hao drank the mushroom soup in the bowl, very calm.

Yang Cong and Song Ran watched a play.

The deputy squad leader stood beside Jiang Mu's chair and asked, "Is there any?"

Two words popped out of Jiang Muxing's mouth: "There is a master."

The deputy squad leader was startled, his eyes were red, and he choked up, "Then bless you."

There was a silent shock and sigh in the private room.

-

When it was almost nine o'clock, Yanhao's back hurt so much that he couldn't sit still, so Jiang Muxing took him back.

In the hall downstairs, a heart-piercing cry suddenly exploded: "Jiang Muxing!"

I didn't respond, and my boyfriend was so shocked that he almost missed his foot and rolled down the stairs.

Jiang Muxing tugged at his arm: "Slow down."

"I'm very slow." Yan Hao made a false alarm, "It's not a question of whether I'm slow or not, it's that girl..."

Before he finished speaking, there was another shout from downstairs: "Jiang Muxing! Jiang Muxing!"

One sound more heartbreaking than the other.

The girl drank too much, and lay on the sofa in the lobby, accompanied by several roommates. They were all embarrassed when they saw Jiang Mu walking down.

The drunken man didn't know anything, and kept calling his crush over and over again, crying until his face was covered with tears.

I don't know what I will think when I am sober, maybe I will feel ashamed and thrown home, and I will swear never to drink again, maybe I will think it is a vent.

Let it go from now on.

After leaving the Four Seasons Garden, Yan Hao turned his head and stared at Jiang Muxing, walked two steps and stared at Jiang Muxing again.

Jiang Muxing teased: "Aren't your eyes sore?"

Yan Hao's complexion is not good, and he doesn't joke with Jiang Muxing. He has a good learning ability, a face that can't pick out any flaws, a model figure, and a mature and steady personality.

"Stop exercising when you go to college, eat fatter."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

Yan Hao is in a commanding tone: "The abdominal muscles must grow into one piece."

Jiang Muxing scratched his eyebrows: "Then what are you licking?"

The banquet is so choking.

Jiang Muxing rubbed his forehead, the smell of alcohol in his breath was very strong: "Go home first, good boy."

The little burr on Yanhao's body was subdued in an instant.

-

Once back to the apartment, Jiang Muxing sat still.

Yan Hao didn't notice anything unusual at first, he flipped through the souvenirs distributed by the school.

"I heard that last year it was a few postcards, but this year there is even a small model."

Yan Hao showed the small model to Jiang Muxing: "This is a science and technology building, it's quite..."

As soon as the voice stopped, he moved closer: "Jiang Muxing?"

Jiang Muxing remained motionless.

Yanhao shook the small model in front of his eyes: "Are you drunk?"

Jiang Muxing still didn't move or speak.

Yanhao laughed loudly: "Jiang Muxing, you are drunk!"

"You don't even have half the alcohol capacity I do. You'll get drunk with ten glasses of cold beer and a little white. I want to keep a memory as soon as possible."

Yan Hao was taking pictures and recording videos, he was so excited about his work, he searched the Internet what to do when he was drunk.

"You wait, I'll make honey water for you."

Yan Hao was washing cups and pouring water in the kitchen, when he heard Jiang Muxing calling him, at first he thought he heard it wrong, but after two times he was sure it was not a hallucination.

"Here it is."

Yanhao hurried back to the living room with honey water, waiting for her boyfriend to tell the truth after drinking.

Opportunities cannot be met, and opportunities must not be missed.

Jiang Muxing's generous back bent out in a relaxed arc, his eye sockets were reddened by alcohol, and his eyes looked at nothingness.

Yan Hao took his hand and put it on her face: "I'm here."

Jiang Muxing lowered his head slowly, spraying his hot breath on Yan Hao's face, staring at him for a long time as if sure: "Yan Hao, you have to be good."

Yan Hao's mouth was dry by his cute appearance, and she nibbled on his fingertips twice: "Okay, I'm good."

Jiang Muxing's voice was cloudy and hoarse: "You have to be obedient."

Banquet: "..."

Is there a substantive difference between obedient and obedient?

Jiang Muxing didn't get the result he wanted for a long time, his brows were wrinkled, his thin lips were pursed tightly, and his complexion was very bad.

Yan Hao came back to his senses, and quickly coaxed him like a child: "Okay, I'm obedient."

Jiang Muxing fell silent.

Yan Hao lay half of her body on Jiang Muxing's lap, looking up at him devoutly and infatuatedly.

Jiang Muxing turned his head to look at other places, as if he was cleaning his messy brain. After a while, he turned his head back again, focusing on Yan Hao's face: "You must always..."

Yan Hao replied in seconds: "I have always liked you."

Jiang Muxing's eyes slightly opened.

Yan Hao laughed, and his voice was very soft: "Yan Hao said that he will always like Jiang Mu Xing."