Misfiring

Cheng Mo was carried home by Princess Ying Yang.

Before getting out of the car, Ying Yang had the foresight to take out the house key from his pocket before turning off the car.

The strange thing is that Cheng Mo didn't wake up when he was picked up, and he didn't wake up when he let the night wind blow. At this time, he woke up just after being put on the sofa, looking at Ying Yang blankly.

"The lazy pig woke up?" Ying Yang scratched his nose.

Cheng Mo rubbed his eyes, wrapped his arms around Eggy who had crawled on his body, and said in a very comfortable way: "What about you Eggy."

Ying Yang pointed to Cheng Mo: "Lazy pig," and pointed to Eggy, "Lazy. A family should be tidy."

"Then what are you?"

Cheng Mo was obviously not fully awake, his mind was still numb, and he didn't know what to ask, which happened to make Ying Yang grab the point: "Admit that I am your family?"

"Huh?" After a while, Cheng Mo finally came to his senses, but he didn't correct him, he just said lightly, "After all, you are also Dandan's father, so you are somewhat related. Isn't that right, Dandan."

"You...don't feel like you're panicking when you're always so duplicity."

"You're panicking!" Cheng Mo immediately retorted.

Ying Yang held him down and kissed him: "Is there?"

Actually no.Cheng Mo pushed him away angrily: "Your son! Is your son okay?!"

"You despise my son?!" Ying Yang raised his eyebrows, showing dissatisfaction, "Eggy is still so young, you despise it."

Cheng Mo now suspects that when he named Eggy, he thought of crowding out the right person, and he was so annoyed that he licked the orange cat Eggy twice: "It's eaten into a fat ball, it's so hard to raise... ..."

The testicles are very thick, not only does it not hurt but also enjoys being rubbed by him like this, and immediately snores.

Ying Yang looked over with a strange expression, curious: "Hey, let me see if it's really that big."

Cheng Mo anxiously raised Eggy to block it in front: "I'm talking about this! The long-haired one!"

"Meow——" Yes, my fur is long and soft.

No, Ying Yang's expression became even weirder: "You don't have long hair?"

"...I won't discuss this issue with you." Cheng Mo put Eggy on the sofa, lay down on his stomach to smooth its hair, and at the same time dispatched Ying Yang far away, "Hurry up and take a bath."

Ying Yang saw that he was overwhelmed, and finally raised his hand: "Let's go."

Cheng Mo could only vent his grief and anger on Eggy, and lightly pulled the hair on its buttocks, causing it to turn around with a coquettish cry, with its four paws spread out, being rubbed by him again and again.

After finally rubbing it to make him happy, Cheng Mo stroked its beard again, poked its face, rubbed the fur on its forehead fluffy, and played happily.

In order to earn a bite to eat, Dandan could only hold back with tears in her eyes, her bun-like face was bulging, resisting the urge to raise her paws to wash her face, and only begged Cheng Mo to hurry up.

Why did Cheng Mo not feed it tonight?

I hope to see that it is still well-behaved, and I can give it two more spoonfuls of crunchy.

"Meow-"

After taking a shower, Cheng Mo nestled in the study while soaking his feet while sorting out the final exam questions.

Mental health is a self-examination subject, and the teachers of the school will prepare the questions themselves.In the morning, he had already discussed with his new teacher and decided on the general question types. Now he only needs to write the corresponding questions within the scope of the outline.

He generally seldom spends his private time dealing with school affairs, unless there are too many and too complicated things to finish during the day.But this kind of situation is actually very rare. Psychology is a sub-subject, and there is never a class in the morning. The busiest time is only two consecutive classes a day. He has plenty of time to complete the work.

Right now, it's just because she doesn't want to go to bed too early, being caught by Ying Yang like this or that.

Blame him for not sternly refusing at the beginning, but now that the entanglement has deepened, it seems hypocritical to struggle again.

After grinding outside for a long time, Cheng Mo's feet got soaked, and he drank the milk. Eggy filled his belly and began to hate him for not taking him to play. In the end, he could only move back to his nest like he was abandoned by the whole world.

Seeing him coming in, Ying Yang put down his phone and leaned back to his side: "Are you done?"

"Hmm." Cheng Mo fell asleep in the warm blanket.

"When is the holiday?" Ying Yang ran his hands through his hair.

"July 7, next week." The upcoming summer vacation filled Cheng Mo with joy, so he didn't mind Ying Yang's hands and feet.

"That's coming soon, let's go play then."

"Huh?" Cheng Mo didn't want him to stare at his face, turned around and lay down on his stomach, pointing his back at him, "Where are you going?"

"Didn't you agree to go on a graduation trip before? You didn't make it." Ying Yang said lightly, his tone so calm that he couldn't hear the ups and downs that should have been, "Now it's just time to make up for it."

"...Let's talk," Cheng Mo buried his head in the pillow, and the voice came muffled, "It's still half a month."

"It's almost time to start planning. If you are busy, I will arrange everything." Ying Yang thoughtfully suggested.

It's a pity that in Cheng Mo's eyes, he was pressing every step of the way. Cheng Mo hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing: "Okay."

In the final analysis, this is always what he promised and what he owes.Now that Ying Yang came to his door to demand it, he should repay it honestly, there was no reason to refuse at all.

Unless Ying Yang said no.

After agreeing to go on a trip, Ying Yang didn't bother Cheng Mo anymore this night, but patted him considerately to lull him to sleep.

Cheng Mo was served comfortably by him, and after a while, he slipped into his arms in a messy manner, and fell into a deep sleep with his hands and feet curled up.

Summer is always in the dream.

The chirping of cicadas and the hot wind together turned into small details in the dream, and all the images and voices in the school disappeared, leaving him and Ying Yang alone in the classroom after school.

The classroom is filled with the fragrance of books and ink. He is stepping on a chair to copy Borges' "Eternal Life" on the blackboard, while Ying Yang is sitting on the desk in the middle of the last row bored and reading along: "There is nothing better than thinking. More complicated enjoyment, so we never tire of it..." After reading, Ying Yang shook his head in disapproval, "What nonsense, obviously eating, drinking and having fun is the only way to enjoy it."

He immediately turned around and stared at Ying Yang, dissatisfied: "Don't stare at me here."

"You copy yours and don't care what I do."

"But, but you quarreled with me, I can't write."

"Then don't write, I'll come down and ask you a question."

Hearing that Ying Yang could not answer the questions, he quickly put down the chalk, clapped his hands and walked over: "Which one."

Ying Yang jumped down from the table, and at some point in his hand, there was an extra map of Huaguo, and he spread it on the table: "After the college entrance examination, go on a trip. Let's see where you want to go."

"...Is this the topic?!"

"Hmm, geography question."

Even though he knew that Ying Yang was cheating again, he had no way to deal with it.

In fact, even traveling is not in his plan. After the college entrance examination, he just wants to work and save money, but Ying Yang is notoriously difficult to deal with. If he refuses, he will persevere and grind people to death.

So he could only say vaguely: "Whatever, just walk around."

"Nearby, then I know there is a good place."

"where?"

Ying Yang took his hand and put it on his chest: "In my heart."

……

Everything in the dream is both real and illusory, and Cheng Mo will occasionally let himself indulge in it, even if he knows that he will face a feeling of loss after waking up, he doesn't want to miss these rare scenes.

Now Cheng Mo is used to getting up half an hour late every day, and enjoys the breakfast prepared by Ying Yang with peace of mind before going out.

Ying Yang is right, he now eats and lives on his own, and it's normal for him to help him with the housework once in a while.Furthermore, there is really no need to worry too much about two men living together.

It's just that there is a little change today.

After breakfast, Ying Yang put the bowls and chopsticks in the sink, then naturally picked up the car keys and prepared to go out with him.

"Where are you going?" Cheng Mo looked at him puzzled.

running?Then there's no need to take his car keys.

"Send you to school."

"what?"

Cheng Mo had no choice but to ask Ying Yang to drive him to the school. The usual 10-10 minute journey was shortened by him to just over [-] minutes, and he managed to grab a seat before the school gate was crowded with luxury cars.

After getting off the car, Cheng Mo watched helplessly as Ying Yang said "I'll pick you up later" and drove away in his little white car, leaving no room for him to stay.

Why is it so arbitrary?

If I had known, I wouldn't have let him drive last night.

But...it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

After the third class in the morning, Cheng Mo had roughly compiled the questions for the final exam, and sent the file to the new teacher for review through the school's communication system. If there were no major problems, they could submit it for typesetting and printing.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no students coming out in the corridor, Cheng Mo stretched his waist, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.It is said that "the older you are, the more mediocre you are". This old saying is not without reason.

Now he is less and less competitive. He just thinks about muddling through every day. He will never embarrass himself in everything, and try to do his best, as long as it is not satisfactory.

Ever since he found out that life didn't seem to change much after failing the college entrance examination, he began to have the idea of ​​slacking off.Anyway, he still went to the university he wanted to go to, and chose his ideal major. It doesn't matter if he is the first or not.

Although he still occupied the top position on the report card in college, it was also because of a large amount of scholarship.

He thought that as long as he was inconspicuous, he would not be noticed, and he would save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Since he grew up, except for Ying Yang and Lin Jingze, no one can get close to his inner world, and the number of people who can be called friends is getting smaller and smaller.

He lives alone.

It's been a long time since I quarreled with Ying Yang like in recent days.

In fact, during the seven years of separation, it is not that no one has expressed affection for him. There are men and women. Although it is not as many as Ying Yang met, there are still a few.

But not only did he not give himself a chance, he also pretended to be stupid and cut off other people's thoughts.

He wanted to come out, but he was reluctant and unable to come out.

Cheng Mo tapped his toes and pushed the pulley under the seat back and forth, as if he had returned to the rocking chair in the yard at home in an instant.Fortunately, he still has Eggy, even though whenever he looks at it, he always has the bizarre idea of ​​taking his ex-husband's child to start a new life with difficulty, but that is only a momentary thing, everything is enough with a cat, If it wasn't for Eggy's company, he might not be able to hold on long ago.

He knows that his series of behaviors perfectly embodies the four characters of "asking for trouble", but this is his last point of persistence in his mediocre life.He hoped that this process could be as long as possible, so that if he couldn't hold on one day, he would have an explanation.

he did not do it on purpose.

Didn't mean to like that person.

He wants to be forgiven.

knock knock.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted Cheng Mo's self-talk.

He opened his eyes and saw that Gong Tong was lazily leaning on the door, stepping on the bell to report for class.

"Teacher, I have another problem."

"What's your class?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Sports." Gong Tong was confident.

Cheng Mo's face softened, and he nodded his chin towards the sofa: "Sit."

Before Cheng Mo could finish speaking, Gong Tong closed the door, spread out on the sofa like a gentleman, and almost handed him a pillow.

"Tell me, what's the matter." Gong Tong's personality is somewhat familiar, and it will only be counterproductive to put on airs with him, so it's better to tell him directly.

"I just want to ask... Teacher, how did you know that handsome guy yesterday?"

It was not easy to hear Gong Tong's respectful title, but Cheng Mo didn't feel flattered at all. Instead, he felt that he was really bored, and he could ask such questions.

"You'd better go to physical education class obediently." Vent the excess energy, so that you won't think about it all day long.

"Teacher! I feel very at a loss now. It is your responsibility to help me guide me."

Gong Tong's rhetoric was one after another, and Cheng Mo couldn't find a reason to refute for a while, so he could only say: "But your focus is wrong, and your doubts have to come from yourself, otherwise it will be difficult for me to help you."

"You can always refer to it."

Cheng Mo shook his head: "I think there is no reference value."

"Damn, it doesn't matter." Gong Tonghe tried begging in such a low profile before, but Cheng Mo didn't appreciate face at all. His young master lost his temper immediately, and got up and walked out with a bad face, "I'll go to the gay bar after school." Look, there is always something to refer to."

As soon as he said this, Cheng Mo naturally wouldn't let him slip away, and said calmly before he opened the door: "We are classmates."

Gong Tong stopped, but didn't look back.

Cheng Mo folded his hands on his knees, without flustering his posture: "If the one you like is also a classmate, then we can really have a good chat."

After a while, Gong Tong sat back on the sofa silently, tilted his head and said firmly: "It's not a classmate."

Cheng Mo took out a can of Sprite from the small refrigerator and put it in front of him, his eyes were very firm: "You can only ask me three times, and there will be no more questions. We will talk after we think about it."

Gong Tong undoubtedly stumped him, and even Sprite couldn't care less about it. After thinking for a long time, he managed to ask the first question: "You... who is chasing whom?"

Now it was Cheng Mo's turn to fall into deep thought.Contrary to Gong Tong's speculation, in fact, what he was thinking about was how to talk nonsense with him without changing his face.His answer must conform to Gong Tong's current psychology and resolve his confusion, but it must not appear too fake.

So Gong Tong drank Sprite and waited for a long time before finally saying: "No one chases anyone, we are together naturally."

It sounds perfunctory, but it makes sense when you think about it carefully.

As expected, Gong Tong didn't get angry again, and immediately thought about the next question: "Then...are you all gay in the first place?"

"Maybe, we have never liked anyone except each other." Cheng Mo said this just because he wanted Gong Tong to be more specific and cautious when dealing with feelings.

And Gong Tong's envious gaze made him understand that his goal was basically achieved.

"How long have you been together?" After finishing speaking, Gong Tong scratched his hair irritably, "Damn, it's not enough to ask!"

Cheng Mo smiled: "Not long."

Gong Tong said "You're kidding me" expression: "Impossible!"

"What are you doing lying to you?" Cheng Mo knew that his answer was quite different from Gong Tong's imagination, "I told you a long time ago that there is no reference value, but you don't believe me."

"Are you college classmates?" Otherwise, how could we be together.

"High school." Although Gong Tong had no chance to ask questions, Cheng Mo still kindly answered him, "The process is more tortuous, you can't imagine."

"I can't tell..." Gong Tong suddenly sighed.

In Gong Tong's perception, Cheng Mo was a typical child from someone else's family. He had a smooth life from childhood to adulthood, and he didn't let his family worry about him at all.

But who knows that he is also a deviant homosexual just like himself.

If it is said that he had doubts about this before, but happened to verify it with his own eyes inadvertently yesterday, he couldn't help but not believe it.

After Gong Tong sighed, he didn't speak any more. Cheng Mo watched him ponder for a while, and gradually guessed his entanglement, so he said slowly: "In fact, homosexuality is the same as heterosexuality. Two souls attract each other. You Don't think too complicated, and don't think you are special. If you encounter a hurdle that you can't get over, it will always be easier for two people to discuss and share it than to grit your teeth. Just one thing needs to be emphasized-don't try to straighten it male."

"I know that, why don't you cheat on the marriage." Gong Tong said again, "However, if someone can easily bend, it means that he is not completely straight."

Gong Tong's awareness is quite high.

It seems that he is simply confused, and the basic three views are still on the passing line, so Cheng Mo doesn't need to worry about it.

"Hmm." Cheng Mo originally wanted to say something, but the moment he was about to speak, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the indomitable belief in Gong Tong's eyes. Such a determined look made him realize that Gong Tong might be far better than himself in the face of a dilemma. Be brave, "You can figure it out yourself."

The chaotic threads were basically cleared up. Gong Tong finished his Sprite, pinched the jar, threw it into the trash can with precision, and stood up gracefully: "Let's go, go to class."

"Come on." When the door was opened, Cheng Mo's almost inaudible blessing came from behind.

Gong Tong paused, a little embarrassed, but pretended to be generous and replied: "Thank you, teacher!"