serious about love

Yanhao was in a daze: "Squad leader, you said you encouraged me?"

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

The sound of fireworks blooming sounded in Yanhao's ears, and he raised his head: "Then..."

Caught off guard, he met Jiang Muxing's eyes, and Yan Hao's thoughts were suddenly broken, and he didn't know what he was going to say.

Jiang Muxing casually lowered his eyes slightly to look over, his eyelashes were long and thick, and his pupils were exceptionally dark, as if an abyss was hidden inside.

Knowing the danger, but people can't help but want to rush in desperately to find out.

A numbness exploded from Yan Hao's scalp, uncontrollably rushed to the back of his neck, and then spread to his entire back. He scratched his neck: "Let's eat, the food is getting cold."

Jiang Muxing took a few sips of soda.

Yan Hao stared at his Adam's apple sliding up and down, and followed suit.

"Didn't you say dinner?"

Jiang Muxing glanced at him, "Is it enough to see the squad leader?"

"..."

Yan Hao suddenly came back to his senses, he grabbed his hair to cover his pink ears, then pulled down the ends of his hair, and said calmly: "Squad leader, I think your Adam's apple... um... is bigger than mine. It's much more obvious."

Jiang Muxing put down his cup: "You are stunted."

"...Nope," Yan Hao said stiffly, "The places where I should develop are well developed."

Jiang Muxing picked up the chopsticks to pick up vegetables and ate: "You say so."

The tone of an adult treating a child.

"..."

Yan Yan took a good look at the gauze on Jiang Muxing's forehead, remembered the bloody photo in the post bar, and saw him standing on the escalator again, his heart ached.

"Squad leader, which school is your choice?"

Jiang Muxing's voice was vague: "I didn't think about it."

Yan Hao asked again: "You probably won't stay in this city, right?"

Jiang Muxing shook his head: "No."

The banquet was finished, and my mind kept spinning: "Then which city do you want to work in in the future?"

Jiang Muxing raised his eyelids.

"You are recognized by the school as a god of learning and a representative of the elite. Many people regard you as an idol," Yan Hao lowered his head and gnawed at the ribs. "There are many discussion posts in the post bar. Everyone is curious about what you will do in the future."

Jiang Muxing said lightly: "The future will only be known in the future."

Yanhao licked off the sauce from his mouth, revealing a small pink tongue, flexible and moist: "Do you have a plan?"

Jiang Muxing frowned very quickly, he took a sip of soda, picked up a chopsticks of green vegetables and fried bean curd sticks and ate them: "Yes, we are implementing them one by one."

Yan Hao really wanted to know his plans for the future, and wanted to try to leave a little footprint of himself in one of the plans, but he didn't dare to ask, for fear of arousing his resentment.

Finally narrowed the distance.

Jiang Muxing is like a treasure on the top of the mountain. He is one of the army looking up at the foot of the mountain, watching others go up one by one full of hope, and one by one come down disappointed.

Now I am starting to climb up a little bit.

-

After eating a good meal, there are only two flavors, sweet and astringent.

The sweet one is sweet and sour pork ribs, but none of the dishes are astringent.

Jiang Muxing finished eating one moment before, and the next moment he stacked the bowls and chopsticks with his own, and put them away in silence to the kitchen.

Yan Hao was stunned.

There was the sound of splashing water in the kitchen, mixed with the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks being put into the basin and colliding with each other. Yan Hao looked at the tall and straight figure by the pool, blinked hard, and ran in quickly after a few seconds.

"Squad leader, let me wash."

"My hands are already wet," Jiang Muxing said, "don't touch them."

Yan Hao didn't stop her anymore, and didn't leave, she just stood beside her.

Jiang Muxing was very skillful in washing dishes, he put the bowls away after cleaning once, and brushed the pot with his head down.

Yan Hao's gaze fell on his side face. From this angle, his nose looks very pretty. There is a small fine mark on the bridge of his nose, which was made in the morning.

The wound was like a red line, matched with wheat-colored skin, very sexy, and the breath of the banquet was a little short, he lowered his eyelashes and scratched his bangs: "Squad leader, you are really amazing."

Jiang Muxing squeezed a little dish soap on the rag: "Is it good to wash the pot?"

"Not only washing pots, you can do everything." Yan Hao's words are not gorgeous and complicated, but clumsy and simple, sounding very sincere, and there is a carefully hidden worship in it.

"Can do anything," he said.

Jiang Muxing continued to wash the pot: "It's the second time."

Yan Hao didn't respond: "What?"

"I'm not omnipotent." Jiang Muxing's voice was dull, and it could even be said that there was no fluctuation. There was no self-deprecating last time, and there was no element of teasing and joking. He was just stating the facts, "Many things I can't even do it."

Yan Hao's breath stagnates.

Jiang Muxing poured out the dirty water in the pot, put some clean water in, and wiped the bottom of the pot with a rag along the edge of the pot.

Yan Yankan's clean and tidy hands were covered with oil, his brows were frowned, and he turned and walked out.

There was the sound of water in the kitchen, Yan Hao bit the skin on his lower lip, glanced at the sneakers at the entrance from the corner of his eye, couldn't help but walked over to take out his own shoes, and put them together with the sneakers.

Jiang Muxing's sneakers have been worn for a long time, and the edges, heels, and soles are all worn out.

The edge of one shoe was glued, and there were traces of glue around it. It seemed that it had been glued before, and it was cracked again.

Yanhao was so bored, he searched the drawer to find the glue, squatted down and picked up the sneaker, glued the part where the glue was opened, carefully pressed the bottom of the white bottle of glue against the side of the shoe, and pressed it again and again.

After sticking on the shoes, Yan Hao squatted on the spot, the gloom in his eyes was so thick that he couldn't get rid of it.

The tuition he gave Jiang Muxing was relatively high in the industry. Jiang Muxing also worked part-time in other jobs, and he was usually very frugal. How could he live so hard?

Where did all the money go?

The sound of water in the kitchen stopped, Yan Hao quickly got up and left the entrance.

Jiang Muxing asked, "What about the unfinished dishes?"

Yan Hao secretly stuffed the glue into his pants pocket: "Put it in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow."

Jiang Muxing looked up at him.

Yan Hao squinted his eyes: "Squad leader, you don't think I can't finish eating and just pour it out?"

Jiang Muxing went back to the kitchen to look for plastic wrap.

Yan Hao followed, with a smile on his face, but his tone of voice was somewhat aggrieved and a little nervous: "In your eyes, do you think I'm a typical dude who is ignorant and relies on his father for food?" , sit back and enjoy what you get, spend a lot of money, extravagance and waste?"

Jiang Muxing took out the plastic wrap from the drawer: "The vocabulary is pretty good."

Banquet: "..."

He was depressed when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "No."

After the banquet was over, I stayed for a while, and suddenly turned my head to look at Jiang Muxing who was pulling the plastic wrap and cabbage tray at the table, and the corners of his pursed mouth slowly rose.

It's not good to think like others.

-

Only one-third of the good homework was done, and the remaining two-thirds were waiting to stay up late.

In the afternoon, he marked everything he didn't know with a pencil, and wanted Jiang Muxing to explain it to him.

"Squad leader, come to my room. There is a desk in the room, which is quite wide and long enough for the two of us to sit on."

Yan was afraid that Jiang Muxing would refuse, so he moved a chair and walked to the room after speaking, "You can help me with my homework tonight, I don't know how to do some problems."

"You take the little tomatoes on the table, they've been washed."

Jiang Muxing entered the room with a plate of red tomatoes: "Do you not copy your homework in the group?"

"No copying." Yan Hao lay on the chair, leaned his head and turned on the computer, "Your prestige is very high, even if you go online just to inform things, and you don't come out at other times, everyone still abides by the listed group rules, and copying is still private. Chat, don’t dare to do that in a group.”

Jiang Muxing put the tomato on the desk and scanned it towards the computer screen.

A screenshot of advanced mine clearance, 45.16s.

The banquet is for fun, and every day when I turn on the computer, I can recall the excitement at that time. He coughed in embarrassment: "Does the monitor play this?"

Jiang Muxing said, "Play."

Yan Hao's eyes lit up: "Shall we compare?"

"I won't compare with you," Jiang Muxing said, "I will be abused by you."

"I won't abuse you."

Yan Hao's voice was very low, like a murmur, and the next moment he felt that something was wrong. Could it be that Jiang Muxing said that because he was afraid of hurting him?

Then he denied himself that Jiang Muxing couldn't take care of his emotions that much.

Yan Hao twisted a small tomato and threw it into his mouth: "Then do you play online games?"

"Just this game, I've been playing it for two years." He put the mouse on the sign and motioned Jiang Muxing to look at it, "If you play, I can be your master and guide you to level up."

Jiang Muxing has no interest: "Not playing."

"The scenery inside is beautiful," Yan Hao continued, "The costumes of the characters are very handsome, and their skills are very heroic."

Jiang Muxing was indifferent.

Yan Hao's promotion failed, and the corner of his mouth twitched childishly: "Someday you want to play and tell me."

Jiang Muxing pulled out his chair and sat down: "Do your homework."

Yan Hao collected himself and spread out all the papers, textbooks, paper and pens.

The desk soon filled with the smell of a high school student overwhelmed by heavy homework.

-

Yanhao usually lays down on the bed when he is tired from homework, lays down on the corpse or squeezes the Bunny rabbit, Jiang Muxing is here, he is embarrassed to do that, so he can only hold on, and eat something when his head is about to explode.

Jiang Muxing didn't let him eat candy when he was giving a lecture, saying that it would interfere, and the small tomatoes didn't make any noise, so it was okay.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Muxing also frowned.

The banquet had to avoid that time and eat when I was doing the questions.

After nine o'clock, Yan Hao's mood began to sink. There was no storm tonight, and he couldn't think of a reason for Jiang Muxing to stay overnight.

"Squad leader, it's almost the end of the semester. The teacher's review scope is very large. Can you circle the key points for me this week?"

Jiang Muxing looked at him condescendingly.

Yan really wanted to find a hole in the ground to get in. Jiang Muxing is the class monitor and the representative of the mathematics class. Rumor has it that he is very good at betting.

But I haven't heard of anyone who has shared his achievements, and I dare not borrow the notes.

Yanhao rubbed her hot face in embarrassment: "I just said it casually, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work."

Jiang Muxing said in unison with him: "Which subject?"

Banyan was taken aback.

Jiang Muxing's voice was very low, and nothing could be seen on his face, he just raised his eyebrows lightly.

"Which subject do you want to focus on? Just math?"

Yan Hao was probably dazzled by these words, and he even heard the illusion of being persuasive. He raised his head and asked, "Can I have all of them?"