serious about love

Yan Hao has a singer he likes very much. If time permits, he will go to the concert, usually with Yang Cong, and sometimes with Xia Shui.

The change of mood is from "I can finally meet the real idol", "All kinds of hi", to "Damn so tired", "Why haven't you started yet", and then to "I can't stand, don't care, just find a place to sit Come down" "I will never watch the scene again in the future."

When the idol finally came out, he was revived with full blood, and he was so moved that he would look for abuse next time.

Yan Hao was very clear about the whole on-site process, and was mentally prepared, but still had a sore back and back pain from waiting, and he had a focus boyfriend by his side, so he felt a little depressed.

Originally they were infield tickets, but as long as Jiang Muxing pulled off his mask, it was like a star coming around, causing a sensation.

And if he doesn't show his face, people will still look at him from time to time.

He can't hide his body shape and eyebrows, and he looks like a top-notch handsome guy.

Yan Hao endured and endured, and was extremely annoyed, so he called a high-level executive of the program group, and soon a staff member came over and took them to the second floor.

-

At the beginning of the live broadcast, the scene was like a pot of water that had been slowly simmering for more than ten or twenty hours on a low fire, and suddenly the water exploded and boiled.

All kinds of supporting objects are dancing.

Yan Hao leaned on the railing, scanning the first floor boredly, and suddenly caught a familiar figure, and was taken aback.

"I think I saw Brother Xu's ex-girlfriend."

Jiang Muxing pulled him back who had stretched his head downstairs and stretched out half of his body.

Yan is not myopic, but there are too many people at the scene, and the light is not clear, he is not sure: "Come and see for me, will you?"

Jiang Muxing grabbed his arm to keep him from moving: "It's none of our business."

Yan Hao asked hesitantly, "Have they got back together?"

Jiang Muxing shook his head.

Yan Hao said "Oh" and stopped asking.

Huang Xu's ex-girlfriend probably felt that she had truly loved her and entrusted her entire youth, and wanted to watch him make his debut and witness such an important moment?

There are only some lounges on the second floor, and spectators are not allowed to come up, only the figures of the staff passing by in a hurry, forming a huge contrast with the crowds of people on the first floor.

Yan Hao took off his baseball cap and scratched his hair a few times: "The live broadcast will take two hours, and there are no seats on the second floor, so I can't stand up."

Jiang Muxing said: "Then sit on the ground."

Yan Hao turned around and leaned against the railing, her shoe touched Jiang Muxing's leg: "Aren't you afraid that I'll embarrass you?"

Jiang Muxing ignored it.

Yan Hao continued to tease him: "My boyfriend is sitting on the floor in a sloppy manner, he doesn't care about hygiene at all, and has no image, how embarrassing you are."

Jiang Muxing looked thoughtful: "Indeed."

The banquet is so staring.

Jiang Muxing flicked his forehead.

Yan Hao covered his hands: "Why did you hit me?"

Jiang Muxing said, "Listen to the sound of water."

It took a long time to realize that Jiang Muxing was hurting his brain.

"I won't do it for you tonight."

Jiang Muxing spit out a word: "Okay."

Yan Hao was so angry that she turned the back of her head to him.

Like a kindergarten kid who quarreled with a friend and said "I'm not getting along with you".

Jiang Muxing put his hand on Yanhao's shoulder.

Yan Hao was greedy for the warmth and strength, and was reluctant to wave it away. He said coldly: "I'm angry."

Jiang Muxing pinched his shoulder and caressed casually: "Yes."

It's too noisy downstairs, so I pricked up my ears, so what?Want to turn the page without coaxing?

Jiang Muxing's warm breath brushed over Yanhao's ears: "I'll let you stay on top at night."

Yan Hao was shocked, wondering if he heard it wrong, is it real or not?With his body and physical strength, on top of him... crushing Jiang Muxing?How to press?The picture made up by the brain is not very harmonious.

Jiang Muxing's low voice sounded next to his ear: "You ride me."

Banquet: "..."

-

The stage of the show is beautiful, and the money has been spent.

Not long after the host finished reading the advertisement, Huang Xu came on stage with several other finalists. He was different from the casual ones in the car. He had all the makeup, hair and clothes taken care of, and he was in very good shape and handsome.

But there was still a sense of laziness.

Just as Yan Hao was about to speak, he was startled by the screams from downstairs. Those spectators frantically shouted for the contestants they supported, and those voices intertwined, torturing the eardrums.

"There are a lot of people calling Xu brother."

Jiang Muxing opened a bag of sandwich biscuits: "Eat some."

Yanhao twitched her lips: "Who is in the mood to eat right now?"

Jiang Muxing stuffed a piece into his mouth: "We."

The banquet is so speechless.

The first round of the competition is five to four, each contestant sings a song, voted by the audience in front of the TV, according to the deadline.

The other contestants, Yan Hao and Jiang Muxing, didn't care. After listening to Huang Xu's singing, they knew the number of votes and rankings. They were sure it was safe, so they went to a lounge to stay.

Familiar music sounded downstairs, "In the Spring", a contestant picked this song.

Last year's Spring Festival Gala also had this song. At that time, Yan Hao sang the chorus part along with the melody, lying on Jiang Muxing's shoulder, watching his profile.

Then Yan Hao was covered by Jiang Muxing.

Then, they kissed and lingered on the sofa until the New Year's bell rang and firecrackers blew.

It's like yesterday.

Yan Hao sat on the chair, took out her mobile phone to check the news: "Brother Xu is very hot."

Jiang Muxing was sitting beside him, scanning the lounge.

Yan Hao leaned over to Jiang Muxing: "Have you opened Weibo?"

Jiang Muxing bowed his head and returned the message.

"I haven't either." Yan Hao was in good spirits, "Let's drive together later, and choose a couple name that can't be seen as a couple's name."

Jiang Muxing raised his head to look at him: "It's up to you."

"Not many people use Weibo now, and no one knows about WeChat."

Yan Hao flipped through the webpage: "Wait for two years, it will become popular..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his throat and shouted loudly: "If one day, I leave quietly——"

Jiang Muxing was thinking about something, and his temples twitched when he was stimulated by his sound.

Yanhao raised her head from the phone screen: "Is it okay for me to sing?"

Jiang Muxing kept silent.

The banquet was not forgiving, and insisted that Jiang Muxing give the little red flower: "What's the matter? In junior high school, in the first semester of junior high school, Yang Cong and I participated in a singing competition held in a shopping mall, and we won Awarded."

Jiang Muxing turned his face sideways: "Excellence Award."

Banquet is so silly.

Jiang Muxing straightened the collar on the back of his short sleeves: "It's also called an encouragement award, and every contestant has it."

The corner of Yan Hao's mouth twitched: "It's boring."

It was very lively and noisy outside the door, but the two teenagers inside were not submerged in that atmosphere, it was still a small world for the two of them.

Yanhao couldn't hold back: "Is there a camera? I want to kiss you."

Jiang Muxing: "Yes."

"Lied to me."

Yan Hao leaned in front of Jiang Muxing, and was about to kiss him, when there was a series of footsteps outside the door, followed by a knock at the door.

"Xiao Jiang, Xiao Hao, are you inside?"

Huang Xu got the response, pushed the door open and came in, and changed his clothes again. The simple and capable white shirt and black trousers should be the costumes for the next performance.

Yan Hao glanced at his long legs wrapped in trousers.

Jiang Muxing frowned.

At that moment, there was a smell of vinegar in the lounge.

After the banquet was over, she became aware and whispered to him, "You are the sexiest in trousers."

Jiang Muxing's complexion softened slightly.

Yan Hao knew that Huang Xu could come here, it must be the location Jiang Muxing said, and he was still puzzled: "Brother Xu, why did you come up here, don't you need to prepare for the next game?"

"It's already ready."

Huang Xu folded up the cuffs of his shirt a few inches, and his posture seemed to be very relaxed: "How is it?"

Good thumbs up.

Jiang Muxing has known Huang Xu for a long time, and knows his strength: "Play normally."

"In this scene, normal performance is super long performance." Huang Xu pulled the corners of his lips, "Damn, there are quite a lot of stars here."

Yan Hao didn't pay much attention to the scene. He learned from the news that several big names in the entertainment industry had been invited, and the program crew was rich.

"Brother Xu, why didn't you sing your best rock and roll just now?"

"I'm tired of singing, I want to break through myself tonight."

After chatting with the two younger brothers, Huang Xu closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Not nervous is fake.

He ran up, just to find a quiet place to stay for a while.

-

In the finals, Huang Xu sang all his original songs. Each song tells a story. The protagonist has himself, friends, and strangers on the side of the road. ".

After a song was sung, the audience's voice was deafening and became more and more orderly, shouting one after another: "Huang Xu—" "Huang Xu—" "Huang Xu—"

It seems that this is not the final, but Huang Xu's concert, at home.

Huang Xu stood up with the guitar on his back, all the emotions floating in his heart returned to zero, as calm as if he was out of it.

Yan Hao on the second floor looked at the stage, his eyebrows furrowed anxiously: "Will Brother Xu be number one?"

Jiang Muxing didn't make a sound.

"The program team doesn't know how to make tickets, right?" Yan Hao said to himself, "The company behind him is not big, I'm afraid I can't cover him."

"But now it's a live broadcast, and it can't be edited in the later stage. It's obvious who is popular, and it can't be fake."

Jiang Muxing patted him on the back: "Don't bite your lip."

Yanhao's heart beats so fast.

Huang Xu is a very important friend of Jiang Muxing, and he also cares about it. He sincerely hopes that Huang Xu's first battle in the entertainment industry can be played well, and this journey can start smoothly.

The number of votes began to appear on the big screen, and it continued to rise, three digits, four digits, five digits...

The exposed tension spread to the second floor, Yan Hao held his breath and stared at the number of votes corresponding to Huang Xu.

At the place Jiang Muxing was looking at, they didn't speak, and stopped while waiting for the votes to be counted.

The moment the count of votes stopped, the scene was silent for a second or two, followed by hoarse screams.

Huang Xu bent down facing the audience, maintaining such a grateful, grateful posture, and did not get up for a long time.

The picture is accompanied by violently waving support sticks and shouts, which is undoubtedly shocking. Yan Hao was a little touched. He subconsciously searched for Huang Xu's ex-girlfriend, and found it based on the previous location. He couldn't see his expression clearly, and seemed to be wiping tears. .

Yan Hao also found that many of Huang Xu's fans were also crying, and couldn't help feeling emotional.

On stage and off stage, public figures and ordinary people, celebrities and fans, dreams and dreamers.

Two worlds, two lives.

Yanhao couldn't help but think, if Jiang Muxing had been overwhelmed by the huge debts on his body, had to succumb to livelihood and reality, or failed to resist the temptation, and chose the shortcut of accepting God's reward and stepping into it. Entertainment.

With Jiang Muxing's overly outstanding appearance, intelligence, mature self-restraint that is different from his peers, and a sexy and ascetic demeanor in a formal suit, it is conceivable that he will go towards it.

Jiang Muxing has become a star, Yan Hao will definitely be followed by people all over the country and become one of his many fans.

Also just fans.

When Yanhao came back to his senses, he had already grasped Jiang Muxing's hand so tightly that his fingernails dug into his flesh, and his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.

Fortunately, fortunately.

-

In the middle of the night that night, Huang Xu drank with Yan Hao Jiang Muxing in the hotel room. He was drunk and cried.

Not crying silently, but crying loudly.

Maybe it was a lot of grievances, maybe it was a lot of pressure, and I was bored in my heart for a long time. Because of my face, dignity, standpoint and other reasons, I didn't reveal the slightest bit, and the alcohol was released without suppressing it.

Huang Xu cried for a long time, and fell asleep on the sofa after crying.

Yan Hao picked up the cans on the ground: "Brother Xu has changed his way of life, and he is more tired than before."

"And singing in a bar is much more free than being a star."

"Being a star means everything you say and do is under a magnifying glass. If you want to be over-interpreted, you can't explain it. Except for fans, friends and family, no one else cares about the truth, they just want to read gossip."

Jiang Muxing put the trash can in front of him: "Everything has two sides."

Yan Hao threw a few cans in his hand into it: "Yes."

The next second he was shocked: "Then according to what you mean, there is something bad about us falling in love?"

Jiang Muxing: "..."

Yan Hao refused to let go: "Where is the bad point?"

Jiang Muxing got up: "Go to the front desk and ask them to bring the quilt over."

Yan Hao tugged at his pants: "Please tell me clearly, you fall in love with me, what are the disadvantages for you?"

Jiang Muxing said in a flat tone: "The self-control has deteriorated."

The banquet is so choking.

Jiang Muxing looked down at him for a moment, then bent down and pulled him up: "There are too many advantages, and the disadvantages are negligible."

Yan Hao asked addicted: "Then how about I go to a university with you? What are the disadvantages?"

Jiang Muxing's forehead twitched faintly.

Yan Hao finally realized his conscience and decided to let his boyfriend go: "If you ask this way, it seems like you have to think about everything. It's so entangled. Forget it, forget it, don't ask."

Jiang Muxing let out a sigh of relief. If he really wanted to ask more questions, he would not be able to sleep tonight.

-

After returning to T City, Yanhao called one of his father's assistants and asked him to find someone to clean up his house, and to move.

Within two days, Yanhao left the apartment and took Jiang Muxing home.

He only came back two or three times throughout high school, and the house was very deserted, which he didn't like.

The mood of this banquet was very different. Before going to City A to report, he had to live at home with Jiang Muxing.

They will create so many great memories.

Almost from the moment the car turned into the corridor and drove halfway up the mountain, Yanhao couldn't wait to get home quickly, wishing to fly back with Jiang Muxing on his back.

The assistant was an older sister in her 20s, she was very gentle, she helped carry everything belonging to the young master into the villa, called the other boy to the garden, and gave some polite instructions before leaving.

Jiang Muxing looked at the blooming hibiscus in the corner of the garden.

"What are you looking at?" Yan Hao came out of the living room, ran up a few steps away, and easily jumped onto Jiang Muxing's back.

Jiang Muxing patted the leg wrapped around his waist: "It's hot, relax."

Not only did Yan Hao not loosen it, but he wrapped it tightly, muttering, "If you loosen it, I'll fall."

The sun was dazzling, and the coolness in the mountains was devoured before it could gather in time.

Yan Hao's arms around Jiang Muxing's neck were wet, and his body was still clinging to him like a little turtle.

Jiang Muxing was drenched in sweat by him, and turned back to the living room.

The villa is spotless, the decoration style is grand and luxurious, the furniture and furnishings are all top-notch, and precious calligraphy and paintings of celebrities can be seen everywhere.

Luggage and boxes lay on the floor, waiting to be sorted.

The banquet asked Jiang Muxing to carry him on his back, from the first floor to the fourth floor, and then to the first basement floor, the bedroom game room...indoors and outdoors, all around.

Generally, the villas are in the suburbs, far away from the city, with an elegant and quiet environment, which is the life that rich people want to feel. However, this area of ​​Yanhaojia is located in the middle of the city, on the mountainside, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is very beautiful.

Living here, the transportation is very convenient. You can overlook the bustling city of T without being infected by the noise, so you can enjoy the quietness amidst the noise.

Jiang Muxing stood on the balcony, and his vision was the greenery and flowers on the mountain.

Yan Hao bit Jiang Muxing's neck, grinding his teeth: "It looks good during the day, but it's scary at night."

"Think about it, the neighbors are far away, and not everyone comes back every night, and there will be a cold wind when you go out. Let's stay at home. The house is so big and quiet. Everywhere you walk, there are echoes. It feels like someone is following you. ..."

Jiang Muxing's back tensed.

The banquet couldn't hold back anymore, she shook her shoulders and laughed: "Jiang Muxing, you are too cute."

As soon as he finished laughing, he was thrown on the big bed in the room and ate clean inside and out.

-

Jiang Muxing cleaned up his things, his back was sore and his body was weak, so he lay on the bed and ate his tomato.

Jiang Muxing hung up the clothes one by one in the closet: "Put the high school books in the cardboard box, or take them out?"

"Take it out." Yan Hao had a tomato in his mouth, a small bag protruding from one side of his cheek, "Put it on the bottom row of the bookshelf."

Jiang Mu went to sort out the books.

Yan Hao was bored alone, so he went to the study with tomatoes to change the nest.

The study room is very large, the bookshelves are empty, the carpet is soft, the tables and chairs are all made of huanghuali, and the four treasures of the study are complete, and there is no bookishness or anything.

The slight sound of tape being cut by a knife was amplified, and the cardboard box was opened, exuding the breath of youth rediscovering the light of day.

Jiang Muxing dragged the cardboard box to the bookshelf, squatted down to pick up a book, and placed it on the bottom row of the bookshelf, one by one, moving slowly and with a pleasing profile.

Yan Hao looked at him while eating the tomato, looked at him, forgot to eat it, and couldn't help sticking to it.

The sun shines on the glass, the heat wave is submerged by the cold air of the air conditioner, and the atmosphere is peaceful.

It's just that this atmosphere lasted less than half an hour before it became subtle, because Jiang Muxing saw the books on the fifth row of the bookshelf.

It costs two or three yuan a copy, with a blue and white lined cover, cheap and easy to use.

Jiang Muxing used that kind of notebook in junior and senior high schools, and Yan Hao bought a lot of them without removing the transparent packaging, keeping them as collectibles.

Yan Hao's face was on fire.

Jiang Muxing glanced at the bookshelf: "99 books."

Yan Hao panicked with embarrassment, and blurted out: "I'm not the only one who buys it, others also buy it."

Jiang Muxing looked at him and frowned: "Why are you joining in the fun with others?"

"I was just like them back then..."

Yan Hao's eyelids trembled, he pursed his mouth, and stopped talking.

Jiang Muxing pinched his tender earlobe: "Only the book?"

Yan Hao looked left and right, avoiding Jiang Muxing's sight.

Jiang Muxing shouted in a low and hoarse voice, "Good feast."

Yan Hao couldn't hear Jiang Muxing calling him that name, so he almost stiffened, he stammered: "There are also erasers, rulers, cups, compasses, draft paper, etc. Anyway, as long as you use it, I will buy it if you have it. gone."

"Girls buy it for use, and at most they are joked about. It's very common. It's no big deal. Anyway, there are a lot of people who like you. I'm a boy, so I can't follow you. It's easy to say one or two, but it's too weird. Now, I can only leave it at home."

The voice became smaller and smaller, until it was almost at the same volume as a whisper.

Jiang Muxing didn't make a sound.

Yan Hao took a quick look at him, caught off guard into his deep eyes, and was stunned.

Jiang Muxing pursed his lips and chuckled.

Yanhao blushed: "What are you laughing at? Don't laugh."

"Okay," Jiang Muxing looked at him, "don't smile."

In this way, the curvature of the lips is still not restrained, and it is clearly displayed.

Yan Hao and Jiang Muxing's smiling eyes looked at each other, his whole body seemed to be shocked, and he felt itchy for a while, he couldn't sit still, he grabbed the pillow on his lap tightly, gasped and glared: "You Put your book on!"

Jiang Muxing shaved his face, it was smooth and hot to the touch.

There was a shiver in Yan's scalp, and it quickly covered the entire back, drilling into the pores.

"Jiang Muxing, you..."

"Ok?"

"You haven't messed with me in the study yet."

"Ah."

"That's it?"

"Don't do it."

"You are so boring."

"Ah."

"..."

-

Yan Hao supported Jiang Muxing's shoulder with one hand and his sore waist with the other, and slowly lay back to the original position.

"I went to the university to get a fitness card."

Jiang Mu acted as if he didn't hear it.

Yan Hao threw the pillow at his feet: "I'm talking to you."

"Believe it or not, I have already decided to exercise my body." Yan Hao said, "I want to exercise my abdominal muscles."

Jiang Muxing took away the empty cardboard box and brought the full one over: "Just think about it."

Eat a tomato at the banquet: "Look down on me."

Jiang Muxing said bluntly, "Yes."

Yan Hao's face twitched: "Then you wait."

Jiang Muxing reminded in an unhurried manner: "It is good to have dreams, but I suggest you search for the eating habits that should be paid attention to when training abdominal muscles."

The banquet is easy to search, and then there is no more.

Jiang Muxing didn't change the story, but said in the tone of the lecture: "It doesn't matter whether you have abdominal muscles or not. Your physical strength is too weak. You can't shout after one round. After two rounds, you are basically paralyzed. By the third round , I don’t even know who I am.”

"..." Yan really wanted to refute, but he didn't have the confidence.

Jiang Muxing said: "Usually asking you to move is like killing you."

When Yan Hao heard this, he immediately lost his confidence and said loudly: "There is a difference in height and weight between us, so there must be physical strength..."

Jiang Muxing glanced over.

Shut up so weakly.

Jiang Muxing put a few books on the floor and said, "I have to deal with the card, I will accompany you."

Yan Hao regretted mentioning this, and was about to try to act coquettishly, when Jiang Muxing said: "When your physical strength recovers, let's try something we haven't tried before."

He immediately swallowed the words in his mouth silently.

What else can I say?In order to live a good and strong life, you must apply for a card.

-

When Jiang Muxing emptied all the cartons, Yan Hao had already fallen asleep, and lay curled up on the carpet with his hands and feet on his side, hugging the big white goose pillow, with the corners of his mouth curled up, not knowing what sweet dream he was having.

The pillow was taken away, and Yan Hao waved his arms in a feeling.

Jiang Muxing carried him away from the study, walked through the silent corridor into the bedroom, and put him lightly on the bed.

Yan Hao turned over and lay on her stomach, with her head tilted to the direction of the window, most of her face buried in the sky blue quilt.

Jiang Muxing closed the curtains and went back to the bed, stared at the young man silently for a moment, knelt down on his knees, and stretched out his hands to poke his tied knots.

After dialing and dialing, there is very little childishness.

The young man opened his mouth slightly to breathe, his appearance was cute and obedient, without any trace of femininity.

Jiang Muxing moved closer, kissed him, sucked for a while before letting go, rubbing his rosy lips with his thumb, wondering what he was thinking.

The phone in his pocket rang, and Jiang Muxing saw the caller ID, his brows were lightly raised, he pressed the answer button, and his eyes returned to the boy's sleeping face.

The caller was Zhou Cui's attending doctor, also surnamed Zhou, who knew her art well.

"Xiaomu, your mother drew a picture and wants to give it to you."

Dr. Zhou said on the phone: "The painting is framed and it is not convenient to send. I am worried that it will be damaged during the delivery."

Jiang Muxing held the boy's slender white wrist and rubbed it slowly: "Then I'll go over there."

Doctor Zhou said yes, but didn't hang up.

Jiang Muxing was silent for a second or two, and asked, "How is my mother?"

"The condition is very good." Dr. Zhou said, "Now I can completely get rid of drugs."

Jiang Muxing asked, "When will you be discharged from the hospital?"

Doctor Zhou stopped talking. His silence at this moment did not match the previous sentence, and revealed some information.

Jiang Muxing froze when he rubbed Yanhao's wrist.

"Xiaomu, I have an apartment in the hospital, your mother wants to go to my apartment."

Dr. Zhou's words were full of solemnity: "The apartment has two rooms, and your mother lives in one room alone, so life will not be inconvenient."

"When she reconnects with society after being discharged from the hospital, she will be a little panicked. With me, if she has psychological troubles, I can..."

Jiang Muxing interrupted: "Uncle Zhou."

On the phone was Dr. Zhou's cautious and gentle voice: "Speak."

Jiang Muxing said in a low voice: "You tell my mother, I respect her decision."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Muxing lay down next to the boy, pulled him into his arms, and let him rest on his arm.

Jiang Muxing looked at the ceiling and hugged the boy in his arms tightly.

-

The next day, there was an extra painting on the wall of Yan Hao's bedroom, facing the head of the bed.

Hue span is huge.

Half of it was a thin boy squatting in the dark, hugging his legs and burying his face in it, and the other half was a big boy with his back turned to him, smiling and holding his head up, tall and straight, stepping towards the sun.

There are only a few strokes in the middle, but it outlines the sadness, struggle, and persistence.

Yan Haopa looked at the painting again and again: "This painting is really good."

The illiterate way of expression, can't describe the strokes, colors, composition, etc. I don't understand, but I just think it looks good.

Jiang Muxing ran back and forth, and was very dizzy from motion sickness. He leaned against the head of the bed and closed his eyes, not wanting to talk.

Yan Hao found something, he pointed to the little boy in the painting and called Jiang Muxing: "I also have a pair of these overalls, they are exactly the same."

Jiang Muxing rolled his eyelids: "The fourth grade of primary school wears new clothes to the aquarium."

Yan Hao was stunned for a moment, he thought it was Jiang Muxing's mother who drew it casually.

"Have you been to the aquarium?"

Yan Hao started another topic: "I haven't been there yet, is the aquarium fun?"

Jiang Muxing: "It's not fun."

Yan Hao: "I want to go shopping, you accompany me."

Jiang Muxing: "Okay."

Yanhao: "Have you ever sat on a Ferris wheel?"

Jiang Muxing: "No."

Yan Hao: "Then let's find a time to sit together."

Jiang Muxing: "Okay."

Yanhao: "What about bungee jumping? I also want you to accompany me..."

Jiang Muxing: "Don't even think about it."

Banquet: "..."

-

On the morning of the [-]th, Yanhao received a call from her old class and went to the school to get the admission letter.

Jiang Muxing went with him.

The old class is in a meeting, let them go to the office first and wait.

Not long after Yanhao and Jiang Mu walked into the office, a classmate came over, a small boy with a box of tea in his hand, and the three of them met each other.

The boy knew that Jiang Muxing was escorted, so he didn't ask him, and asked him nicely: "Come to get the notice?"

Yan Hao nodded.

The boy put the tea on the desk and asked which school it was.

The banquet is good to say that it is a major.

The classmate was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear. It took him a long time to come back to his senses. His eyes behind the lens were full of envy: "Congratulations."

Banquet is funny.

The boys looked at Yan Hao, admiring and sighing in their hearts. They were at the bottom of the class and lowered the class average, but in the end they increased their class's enrollment rate in prestigious schools.

"Old class is going to die of joy."

There was a shout from outside, the nickname was called, the boy scratched his head in embarrassment: "My dad called me, let's talk back."

The office was quiet and stuffy.

Yan Hao turned on the electric fan, and the books on the desk rattled. He glanced at the tea that the buddy bought: "Shall I buy something too?"

Jiang Muxing said, "No need."

"Are you sure you don't want to buy it?" Yanhao squeezed her fingers, "I'm empty-handed, isn't it good?"

"Think about it, it's okay if everyone doesn't buy it. Others bought it, but I didn't buy it, and they came with me to get the notice, so..." He curled his lips at his boyfriend, "You know what I mean, a little Fuck you."

In the end, he jumped back two steps as if feeling dangerous: "Fucking is not a dirty word, it's just a mood."

Jiang Muxing's face twitched: "Please treat Laoban to a meal at noon."

Yan Hao's eyes lit up: "That's fine."

-

At noon, the old class drank two glasses of wine and nagged that most of A's were talents, and he couldn't relax after going there, and he had to prepare for every exam, and he would be dismissed if he didn't have enough credits.

Yan Hao was eating, when he heard this, his hands shook, and the tip of his chopsticks almost poked his throat.

Jiang Muxing glanced at him.

Yan Hao wiped the cold sweat off his brow, still in shock.

"High school cares about everything, and college basically doesn't care about everything. It is relatively free, but it is superficial. Freedom is the product of self-discipline." Lao Ban said earnestly, "You must be self-disciplined, otherwise it is easy to lose yourself."

I don't know what happened in the past, Lao Ban's eyes are red, very sad.

Yanhao kicked Jiang Muxing under the table.

"Old Ban, I didn't get one of the top scorers in the high school entrance examination this year." Jiang Muxing swallowed the food in his mouth and mentioned it casually.

Lao Ban's thoughts returned to reality, and he was heartbroken: "Yes, I was selected as the top three, hey."

"Everyone has their own aspirations, and we can't force it. It can only be said to be a loss for No. [-] Middle School."

"You choose one, and the other chooses you, it is mutual achievement."

"..."

The old class started nagging again, and the other teachers were not at school, otherwise they would have to chat for a long time if they wanted to join the table.

Jiang Muxing occasionally responded that the old class is a class meeting model.

Yan Hao was distracted while listening. University A is not the end, but a new beginning. It seems that the university needs to work harder.

He wanted to catch up with Jiang Muxing.

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At the time of reporting in the freshman year of senior high school, Yan Hao felt that No. [-] Middle School was very big, but now that he graduated, he felt that No. [-] Middle School was very small.

Just a stroll and it's over.

The small shop was open, and the banquet was a little pleasantly surprised. He bought two old popsicles, and Jiang Muxing and Jiang Muxing each ate one and walked under the sun.

"It's so sunny."

Yan Hao took two sips of the popsicle water that was about to drip, pressed down the brim of his baseball cap, and hid his eyebrows and eyes in the shadows: "Is the door locked in the class?"

"Unlocked." Jiang Muxing led him to the shade of the tree.

Yan Hao and Jiang Mu walked into the teaching building, they walked up the stairs side by side, the corridor was shady, only the sound of their footsteps.

"Green mood is so delicious, why doesn't the owner of the small shop come in?"

"Buy some when I go back."

"Then I want red beans."

Yanhao bit the popsicle, and her voice was vague: "Speaking of which, you bought me a green mood back then, and I was so excited. If you weren't by my side, I wouldn't even be willing to throw away the bag and the small wooden stick, wash them and keep them."

Jiang Muxing's figure paused slightly.

After Yan Hao went up to the third floor, his slender figure disappeared around the corner: "Follow me, monitor."

Hearing this title, Jiang Muxing's eyes were in a trance for a short time.

The door of the class was open, no one was there, Yan Hao went to his seat and sat down, sitting sideways, with his back against the wall and the window.

Jiang Muxing was about to approach, but was stopped by Yanhao, pointing to the seat by the front door.

"Don't come here, take your seat."

Jiang Muxing looked at him.

Yan Hao also looked at Jiang Muxing, with expectations and prayers written in his eyes.

Jiang Muxing turned around and went to the front.

Yan Hao propped his head up, looked at Jiang Muxing's back from this angle, and was fascinated, those who were confused, ignorant, at a loss, hesitant, clear... Many memories ran out in an instant, his nose was a little bit Sour, but the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Turn back." Yan Hao shouted, his voice was very soft, sour and sweet sticking between his lips and teeth.

Jiang Muxing sensed it and turned his head.

Time freezes in an instant.

-

The classroom in the afternoon is filled with golden sunlight, and the countdown to 0 is written on the blackboard behind.

The college entrance examination must win.

Youth leaves no regrets, long live youth.

After feasting on the popsicles, I found a piece of chalk and wrote two large characters on the blackboard, goodbye.

After finishing the last stroke, he gave the chalk to Jiang Muxing: "God of learning, leave some life mottos for the juniors."

Jiang Muxing took the chalk and wrote a period next to the word Yanhao.

"Goodbye" becomes "Goodbye."

Yan Hao was stunned: "That's it, gone?"

Jiang Muxing threw the chalk to the podium in front and told him with actions that it was gone.

"You are too perfunctory."

After Yan Hao finished speaking, he sighed: "A handsome person writes full stops so charmingly and charmingly."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

Yan Hao continued to boast, until Jiang Muxing could not wait any longer.

"What are you going for? Later."

Yanhao grabbed Jiang Muxing, stood on tiptoe and smiled in his ear: "Give me a kiss first."

So the two accepted an old popsicle-flavored kiss.

Classmate Yan still couldn't get enough, licking his lips and looking at his boyfriend, his eyes were wet and glinting with water: "I really want to play in the classroom."

Jiang Muxing inhaled expressionlessly, rubbed him into his arms vigorously, and kissed him for a long time.

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After three o'clock, Yan Hao and Jiang Mu Xing were about to go back. On the way to the gate, they faintly heard talking and laughing.

Jiang Muxing didn't care.

Yan looked curiously and saw two girls taking pictures in front of the confession wall.

To commemorate my secret love and lost youth.

Yanhao's memory box burst open suddenly, and a fragment sprang out, blooming in front of his eyes in an instant, fresh and bright, he curled his hands in his pockets, and his breathing became disordered: "Jiang Muxing."

Before Jiang Muxing could speak, Yanhao grabbed his arm and dragged him to the confession wall.

The two girls were still taking pictures, and when they saw Jiang Muxing, their faces turned red, they pushed each other, whispered, and peeked shyly, but no one came forward to say hello.

Not everyone will be able to brave it before or after graduation.

The two girls left, Yan Hao approached the confession wall.

Red, black, blue, and yellow colors are all over the wall, and the handwriting is criss-crossed and messy.

Yan Hao didn't move at the same place: "I wrote a sentence on it, can you look for it?"

Jiang Muxing raised his eyebrows.

Yan Hao looked straight at him: "Look for it."

Jiang Muxing took a step forward, walked steadily to the right back of the confession wall, and tapped on a handwriting with his fingers.

Yan Hao subconsciously walked over, moved her eyes against Jiang Muxing's index finger, saw the content of the handwriting clearly, and opened her eyes suddenly.

The time was a little far away, he remembered that he had left a message on this, but forgot