Misfiring

It's rare for Cheng Mo not to care about the embarrassment when he grows up so much and still shed tears uncontrollably, but he just feels that there is a layer of mist in front of his eyes that makes him unable to see Ying Yang clearly.

In the haze, he seemed to see Ying Yang move, and his figure widened a lot.He blinked hard, and saw him open his arms towards him like a hallucination.

"...?"

Ying Yang raised his eyebrows, but still maintained that posture.

The air in the airtight corridor is so thin, Cheng Mo probably lacks oxygen, but when he came to his senses, he was already clinging tightly to Ying Yang's arms.

The two arms around the back of the waist tightened at the right time, and Cheng Mo buried his head in Ying Yang's shoulder socket, like a prawn lying on the steamer, the water vapor was steamed dry by the heat, and a small drop of water He slid down the ground, his body trembling silently, and his whole body was flushed with excitement.

In the end, Cheng Mo didn't even know how he got back into the house. He only knew that the moment he raised his head, he was straddling Ying Yang's leg, hiccupping and saying sorry to him.

Although Ying Yang was wearing black clothes and trousers today, his shoulders were obviously darkened. Cheng Mo knew that it was wet from his tears, and the embarrassment was not bad. He didn't feel ashamed at the moment, just looked at it. Ying Yang gave another apology earnestly and choked up.

Ying Yang helped him wipe away the tears on his face from time to time, but never expressed forgiveness. When he gradually stopped crying and only hiccupped, he asked, "I'm sorry for what."

"I'm sorry... hiccup, I didn't inform you," Cheng Mo cried a little too much, his head was dizzy, and many words that he didn't intend to say came out without thinking, "I didn't mean... hiccup, I thought the time Yes, almost... just hiccups, nothing to say..."

"Yeah." Ying Yang naturally knew that he didn't deliberately deceive himself, so this matter can be changed.

"And I just... shouldn't have said that, I just hiccupped and gasped."

"What are you angry about?"

"You disappeared suddenly, I'm worried." Cheng Mo sniffed heavily, took the paper towel handed over by Ying Yang and wiped it randomly twice, "But you hiccupped on purpose, so you didn't disappear."

"So you can pack my bags right away?"

Hearing this, Cheng Mo finally stopped the tears that flowed down again: "That too... I'm sorry hiccup. I thought you remembered everything... angry with me, hiccup, never come back, that's why ...cleaned up."

"What do I remember, why am I angry with you?"

Cheng Mo didn't dare to look up at him, his eyelids were too sore to lift, and his voice had a strong nasal tone: "I did something wrong... I'm sorry, I hiccup, I don't want to... But, but I have nothing else The only way is this."

"How is it?" Ying Yang's tone was gentle, unable to hear the meaning of settling accounts with him after autumn, coaxing him to speak out the truth of the year boldly.

"I guessed that you might want to confess, but I burped... But I ran away, and I didn't dare to go."

Ying Yang waited for a while, then asked: "And then."

"Then I've been running away for so many years... I don't dare to contact you, I want to draw a line with you," Cheng Mo said sincerely, "I'm so bad..."

And Ying Yang still had that calm posture: "Then why didn't you reject me face to face?"

"I'm afraid of you hiccupping, afraid of you pestering me."

"Yo," Ying Yang couldn't help pinching the wet soft flesh on his face, "The face is really big."

Cheng Mo let him knead in a daze, and tears seeped into his fingertips along the skin and flesh, but finally he stopped hiccuping, and his voice was very hoarse: "You used to be like this, you can't allow others to refuse, and many things are wrong." I can't agree to it, I, I'm afraid..."

Before he finished speaking, Ying Yang naturally asked: "What are you afraid of?"

I'm afraid of delaying you, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to hold back my promise, and it will end tragically.Instead of this, it would be better if I go, let you remember me, hate me, all in all, it is better than simple disgust and disgust.

And it's painful to be abandoned, but it's not good to be the one who left.

Cheng Mo may never tell him the real reason, and even in this dizzy state of mind, he continued to hide it plausibly: "I was too young at the time, and my family didn't know anything. Afraid, afraid of being broken."

Ying Yang didn't know whether he believed it or not, he just asked, "What about now?"

"Ok?"

"Does the family know?"

Cheng Mo shook his head, then said hesitantly, "Mom probably knows."

"Will you hit you?"

"She...can't bear it." Thinking of his mother, Cheng Mo couldn't help crying for a while again, as if he wanted to accumulate all the grievances he has suffered since his birth to this night and settle them together. Crystal clear drops of water bubbled out like money.

Ying Yang patiently wiped away his tears, patting and coaxing him to calm down again, and then asked: "What about dad?"

"What?" Cheng Mo cried so much that he forgot the previous topic.

"Daddy likes to beat people?" Ying Yang reminded kindly.

"...nor fight," Cheng Mo added in a low voice, "but he is very bad."

Ying Yang didn't ask him what the bad idea was, for fear of irritating Cheng Mo again. After all, once people cry, they usually feel wronged when they think about many trivial things: "Then let's ignore him, huh?"

Cheng Mo nodded obediently.

Ying Yang rubbed his head, took his hand and squeezed it, didn't say anything, just stared at him seriously.The atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

After a while, seeing that Cheng Mo looked a little uncomfortable, Ying Yang suddenly raised his hand and tapped on his temple: "There is still a big piece of my brain empty, you have to help me find it."

"...but I don't know what you've been through these years."

"Then fill it with yourself."

Ying Yang's tone was very domineering, Cheng Mo shook his head subconsciously, as if agreeing, and then said naturally: "My eyes hurt." Yang looked at himself intently, and he felt inexplicably pampered, "The face is too."

The tears were too salty, and my face seemed to be salted.

"Go wash."

Regardless of whether Cheng Mo just realized what he promised, it does not prevent Ying Yang from holding his hips in a good mood and easily picking him up. bathroom.

Cheng Mo's slippers fell halfway, Ying Yang let him step on his feet, first wiped his face with cold water, then rubbed a hot towel in front of his eyes: "Is this any better?"

Cheng Mo nodded slightly, and couldn't help sniffing.

Ying Yang didn't miss his small movements, and immediately scolded: "Don't cry anymore."

"Hmm." Listening to poor Bala.

Holding Cheng Mo out like when he came in, Ying Yang put him on the bed this time.There was no light in the bedroom, and Ying Yang hadn't taken a shower yet, so he just squatted beside the bed under the sparse moonlight outside, looking at Cheng Mo's bare forearms and soles from time to time.

Cheng Mo's complexion is very fair, with fine pores, and not much body hair, just like Yu did.

His facial features are not outstanding, at least they are far from eye-catching when walking on the street, but they are very attractive when combined together. After a long time, you will find that such proportions are actually exquisite, and it will be almost perfect spoil the overall look.

In Ying Yang's eyes, he is always the most special one.Probably because the expression between his brows and eyes is very gentle, it is easy to make people feel close, and his temperament is also good, which is different from a rough man like him who fights and kills all the year round. If you meet a foreigner asking for directions on the street, you will definitely come to him first.

Ying Yang played with his hands for a while, and then held up his feet for comparison.

Probably because Cheng Mo is not tall, and his feet are about the size of his hands, as if he is holding a small gadget, which can be called small and exquisite.It also feels soft and tender when pinched, if not knowing that he walks frequently, Ying Yang would have thought that he was a young master from a rich family who had never been born by himself.

I don't know if it's because the hot compress is too comfortable, Cheng Mo rarely struggled, but shrank his legs when Ying Yang accidentally scratched the itchy place: "itch."

Ying Yang tentatively scratched the soles of his feet again: "Here?"

"Ha." Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing, and the wet towel covering his eyes almost came loose, "Don't..."

Sure enough, Ying Yang didn't scratch him anymore, but the soles of his feet were lifted up, and then he suddenly felt a soft touch on the back of his feet.

Huh? !Cheng Mo hurriedly removed the towel he was clutching, and saw Ying Yang lowered his head on his feet, before straightening up for a while: "You..."

"Is it cold?" Ying Yang didn't seem to take it seriously, took the towel in Cheng Mo's hand and touched it, "I'll wash it again and sit down."

Cheng Mo curled up on the bed shaking his legs uneasily, his eyes secretly glanced at the place where Ying Yang had kissed just now.

Feeling a little hot, Cheng Mo couldn't help touching it, not understanding why Ying Yang wanted to kiss him there.It's not that he thinks he's dirty, he scrubbed his whole body clean when he took a shower, but he never thought that Ying Yang would be such a relative.It is a very cherished gesture. Generally, on the day of the wedding, the groom will hold her feet and kiss her like this after he finds out the wedding shoes for the bride to put on.

Cheng Mo secretly thought: In the past seven years, has he tried to kiss others like this?

The author has something to say:

Kiss jiojio!Is the truth really that simple? (Touching chin) Another point: pinching is not about attacking or being controlled, it is all pinched cubs, and they are treated equally! ! !No one is the one who pays more, and no one suffers forever!Don't worry, everyone! ! ! =333333=