Misfiring

The two of them didn't eat out that day, they went to the nearby market to buy some vegetables together, and after returning home, Cheng Mo cooked for himself, making a table of hot home-cooked stir-fries to reward each other's empty stomachs.

Chicken wings in honey sauce, bean sprouts in soup, loofah egg dumplings... Ying Yang ate two big bowls of rice, and Cheng Mo couldn't hold it anymore. The meat and vegetables on the plate were cleaned up by them, and the table was completely clean. There was not even half a sesame seed left.

After a short rest, Ying Yang took the initiative to put the bowls and chopsticks in and washed them, while Cheng Mo stepped on the lawn in the yard with bare feet and paced back and forth, trying to exercise to help digestion.

Eggy followed Cheng Mo curiously, stretching out her claws to grab his ankles from time to time: "Wow..."

"Eggy, I can't bend down yet, I'll touch you later, okay?"

"Woo." Not good.

"Then you jump on the chair." Cheng Mo pointed to the rocking chair beside him.

Eggy kicked her legs and jumped up obediently.Cheng Mo squatted down halfway with difficulty, picked up the testicle, hugged it to his chest like a child, and took a deep breath: "Mmm... it stinks."

Naturally, I said this to amuse it, he likes to see Eggy constantly defending him, the fluffy bun face is puffed up, very cute.

Playing with Eggy for a long time, seeing that it was about to kick him away in anger, Ying Yang came over at this moment, took it into his arms and scratched it gently: "Brother bullied you?"

"Meow woo woo—" He said I stink!

"Don't be afraid, Dad will clean him up for you."

"Ow."

"Come on," Ying Yang hugged Dandan with one hand, and strangled Cheng Mo's neck with the other, letting him get close to Dandan, "If you have anything else to say, hurry up."

As if asking him to express his last words, Cheng Mo tilted his head and thought for a long time before uttering a sentence: "I loved it."

Ying Yang sneered and asked, "Who have you ever loved?!"

"I have loved this vast sky, this vast land;" Cheng Mo suddenly raised his voice, and began to chant passionately, "I have loved the flowers and cypresses, the sun, the moon, rivers and mountains, and those dear friends who have lived side by side in the past."

"..."

"..."

Ying Yang was so happy that he squatted down on the ground, his balls were inadvertently hurt, and he fled far away, Cheng Mo touched his nose in embarrassment: "I'm too full."

Ying Yang laughed again: "Okay, I forgive you for Eggy."

Cheng Mo pursed his lips and said angrily, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, before Ying Yang continued to make fun of him, he pulled on his slippers and hid in the study to find something to do.

Turning around in boredom, Cheng Mo found that he couldn't calm down to read a book for the time being, his stomach was still a little full, and sitting on the chair seemed to have a puff of breath in his chest.

He had no choice but to go back to the living room, turn off the lights and turn on the projection, and stood in front of the sofa and found a variety show to watch.

Ying Yang stayed in the yard to smoke, sliding the door to cut off the smoky intrusion, and only caught a glimpse of the scarlet cigarette butt shaking back and forth on Ying Yang's fingertips, sometimes up, sometimes down, occasionally dazzlingly bright, and then again Instantly sad.

Eggy didn't know where to hide, and just came out quietly to take a look, and found that the site was occupied by Ying Yang, the door was still tightly closed, and it couldn't compete, so it turned around and ran away again angrily.She was afraid that she would rush to the bed to take revenge on him, and would lie presumptuously on his pillow until she drools in sleep.

Thinking that it's time to change the bed sheets and quilt covers, Cheng Mo chose to hide it and didn't inform Ying Yang of the possible bad news, so that he could figure out whether it was worth it before he smoked next time.

The sound at the side slowly streamed clear and melodious music, and a singing program was being shown on the screen. The spotlight shrouded the misty stage, and the popular male singer sang affectionately on Limai.

As soon as the prelude sounded, Cheng Mo recognized that it was "outlawsoflove" by Adam Lambert.

After the college entrance examination, he kept repeating this song on the way to city A with Dandan.

"Everywhere we go, we're looking for the sun."

(Everywhere we go, we try to find a trace of stability.)

"Nowhere to grow old. We're always on the run."

(Running around to search, but still nowhere to grow old together.)

The content of the lyrics fit his mood at that time very well. Even after many years, when he heard this familiar rhythm again, Cheng Mo still couldn't help but throbbed in his heart.The body swayed with the music, humming subconsciously:

"They say we'll rotin hell, but I don't think we will."

(They say we're going to hell, but I don't believe it.)

"They've branded usenough. Outlaws of love."

(Enough has been said of us, let me escape in the name of love as a prisoner.)

Ying Yang was attracted by his singing, the unfinished fireworks were extinguished in the flower trough, and the night wind blew the light smoke away, he embraced Cheng Mo from back to forward with a full of mellow breath, and followed his footsteps He rocked slightly.

"Scarsmakeuswhoweare."

(Scars made us who we are today.)

"Hearts and homes are broken, broken."

(Even if you have nowhere to live and are heartbroken.)

"Far, we could go so far, with our minds wide open, open."

(Love can travel thousands of miles if we just open our hearts.)

Cheng Mo unconsciously held Ying Yang's hands holding his arms, and murmured: "Outlawsoflove..."

This is the first time Ying Yang heard him sing.Cheng Mo's voice is very good, at this time because of the deep emotions poured into it, it can even be compared to the singer on the screen.The lights in the projection are brilliant, and the halo is reflected on Cheng Mo's face through the curtain, making his fair and handsome face appear and disappear. Looking at the bilingual subtitles on the screen, Ying Yang can gradually understand Cheng Mo's mood.

No wonder his eyes were red, and he leaned on himself as if his strength had been drawn out.

"You have me, and I will always be with you." Ying Yang tilted his head and kissed the corners of his hot eyes, and his seductive voice sounded in the aftertaste of the song, "Are you willing to open your heart to me?"

Cheng Mo's eyelashes trembled, not knowing whether it was because of his kiss or these touching words.

Tobacco has a calming taste, and at the same time has the effect of bewitching and paralyzing the nerves. Cheng Mo drew close to Ying Yang when his inner defense line was the weakest. The long-term persistence suddenly became unsustainable. He raised his head slightly, trying to pass through the The flickering light and shadow saw his eyes clearly.

Ying Yang's pupils were very dark, and his eyes fell into them like sinking into a deep pool. At the very beginning, Cheng Mo couldn't help but struggle a little, but after a long time, he still fell into it, and closed his eyes unwillingly.

Following the smell of tobacco, the lips slowly pressed together, touching the same dry and soft place, Cheng Mo stayed silent for a while, seeing that Ying Yang didn't respond, he began to intensify the force, sucking his lower lip clumsily.

The dry lips became wet after a while, and Cheng Mo stuck out the tip of his tongue tremblingly, tentatively pried open Ying Yang's lips and teeth, pushed in from the gap that seemed to be holding Joe with him, and met his tongue.But at the same time, Ying Yang backed away abruptly, causing Cheng Mo to catch up and catch him again, puzzled and eager.

This time, Cheng Mo didn't let down his vigilance no matter what he said, he tightly wrapped Ying Yang's tongue tightly, forcing it all the way into his mouth and sucking it continuously, it seemed to please, but also like a deep temptation to overcome rigidity with softness.

Under such a lingering offensive, Ying Yang had no choice but to lower his body, grabbed Cheng Mo and pulled him to the sofa. The remote control was accidentally pressed during this period, and the clip rewinded to the beginning of the song, and Cheng Mo kissed along with the melody With more and more effort, and Ying Yang began to cooperate, this entanglement gradually became inseparable.

……

The next day.

Ying Yang was preparing breakfast outside, and the door was firmly closed to prevent Eggy from harassing her.

Cheng Mo moved into the bathroom stiffly, and found that Ying Yang had squeezed toothpaste for him, and even twisted the towel and put it on his cup.

After washing with mixed feelings, Cheng Mo opened the closet, only to see that the clothes and trousers that went out should be matched for him, neatly folded, and placed in the most conspicuous position.

He was not a person who didn't know what to do, so he picked up the clothes and put them on. Cheng Mo stroked the raised hair on the back of his head, opened the door, pretended to straighten the folds of his clothes, and walked out with his head bowed.

"Morning." Ying Yang put the freshly baked steamer on the table, saw Cheng Mo coming out, and greeted him with a chuckle, with warm eyes like a husband watching his newlywed wife.

"...Morning." Cheng Mo blushed for no reason, pulled out the chair and sat down in a concealed manner, before Ying Yang could dry his hands, he started to eat with a bowl.

Millet porridge served with crab roe steamed buns, Cheng Mo never took his eyes off the table from the beginning to the end, and barely managed to count the rice grains in the bowl.

Ying Yang seemed unaware of this, and asked calmly, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"It's, it's okay." It was rare to have no dreams last night, and slept until dawn, which was one of the few good sleeps in such a long time.

"That's good." Ying Yang nodded in relief, and gave him a small steamed bun, "Eat more." It seemed to be compensation for exhausting him last night.

Breakfast was finished quickly, and Cheng Mo didn't speak much the whole time, basically he just popped out a few words in response to Yang's question.

Before going out, Ying Yang straightened the collar of his shirt for him, smoothed the hair on the back of his head, kissed him on the forehead, and took his briefcase: "Let's go, go to school."

Cheng Mo was somewhat in a trance today.

Fortunately, his classes were all in the afternoon, and he had roughly recovered after the lunch break, and his state during class was the same as usual—at least in the eyes of the students.

After school is over on Friday, the school still has to hold a regular meeting to let teachers of all levels and subjects summarize the teaching results of the week, and draw up a final review plan under the leadership of the grade leader.

The sub-subject is always the first special existence in the school to go ashore. In addition, there are only two teachers in Cheng Mo's subject, and the final test paper is submitted early. Therefore, they ended the meeting in less than ten minutes and were able to leave early.

The new teacher left with his bag, while Cheng Mo went back to the office and tidied up the desk slowly.

Ten minutes ago, Ying Yang sent a text message saying that he had arrived at the school gate, followed by a sentence telling him not to worry, which shows that the original intention was not to urge.

So Cheng Mo was a little arrogant and arrogant, and when he went downstairs, he wished he could take two steps and one step back, trying to see Ying Yang later.

However, no matter how much he procrastinated, Xiaobai and the man leaning on it and smoking a cigarette still appeared in front of him soon.Cheng Mo slowly moved over with his bag in his hand, and got into the car without saying a word.

Ying Yang then took a cigarette and sat in the cab, lowered the window to let off the smell: "Why do you look listless, tired?"

"Hmm." Cheng Mo couldn't explain the real reason to him, thinking that he was tired and tired, so he nodded his head.

"Go to sleep."

"Well."

Ying Yang laughed at him: "So obedient?"

"Well."

"So... come again tonight?"

Cheng Mo finally shook his head, lowered the seat and put his head on the pillow: "I don't understand, I'm asleep."

"Twice is fine."

Cheng Mo closed his eyes, and a snoring sound similar to that of Eggy came out of his throat.

When we got home, the afterglow of the setting sun was still there, and the walnut-colored floor was baked extremely warm by the sun. Eggy squatted in the halo to welcome them back, looking very lovable.

As soon as Cheng Mo entered the door, he couldn't help washing his hands and looking for balls to play with. Ying Yang put his bag in the study, and when he came out, he naturally put on an apron and took on the work that should have been initiated by Cheng Mo.

Ying Yang got his hands wet and started to wash the rice. The newly bought navy blue apron hung loosely in front of him: "Baby, come and help me tie the strap at the back."

"Eggy, your father called you." Cheng Mo didn't have the nerve to answer.

Ying Yang's hearing is excellent, and she immediately corrected her with a smile: "It's the big baby, the little baby is too short to reach."

Now Cheng Mo had no choice but to drag the past reluctantly, pulling up the belt hanging from Ying Yang's waist and overlapping it, and tied a bow in a chic way.

As the sun sets, the sky gradually spreads a layer of crimson, as if a girl's rouge box has been knocked over, and the face that was still pale and yellow a moment ago is stained with blood, which is extremely gorgeous.

The sunset was rippling in the pool, looking over Ying Yang's shoulder and sneaking a glance forward, Cheng Mo quickly took the vegetable basin to store up the rice washing water: "Don't waste it."

Ying Yang shook his hand: "I'll pay the utility bill."

"No need." While waiting for Ying Yang to wash the rice, Cheng Mo didn't withdraw his hand immediately, but put it on his waist and said paradoxically, "You are a homeless person now, so save some money."

"I have more savings than you in every province."

It's so annoying, talking nonsense and telling the truth.Cheng Mo couldn't help squinting at him, and walked away without taking the rice water, "Then hand it over, I'll take a shower first."

Put a big jar of water, and my heart won't kill you.

The bathtub was installed by Cheng Mo himself after he moved in. In order to eliminate physical and mental fatigue, he had to take a bath at least three times a week. There were a lot of bath agents and bath balls collected in the bathroom cabinet, each with its own effect.In a way, his life is actually quite petty.

Probably because he has no plans to get married and have children, so he has spare money to reward himself as much as possible.

For dinner, Ying Yang is going to make chicken curry and octopus lotus root soup, which will probably take an hour to prepare, and now he has plenty of time to take a beautiful bath without being disturbed.

After washing his hair while standing, he roughly rubbed his body again. Cheng Mo blocked the drain, chose a coconut milk-flavored bath ball and threw it into the bathtub, listening to music while relaxing.

While soaking, Cheng Mo smelled the continuous fragrance of milk coming from the water and was so hungry, he felt like a naked chicken that could be eaten with some chopped green onion.

Worried about hypoglycemia after soaking for a long time, and the water was a bit cold, but within 10 minutes, he reluctantly let the water go, washed off the remaining bubbles on his body, got up and stood in front of the mirror to wipe the water.

It is said that the appearance of a person just out of the bath is like an egg with its shell removed, and Cheng Mo feels the same way.

It is estimated that the bath ball also has some whitening function. Right now his skin is so white and radiant, and it is also greasy to the touch. Cheng Mo lowered his head and licked the back of his hand: it smells so good.

Suddenly he didn't dare to go out.

It is very likely that Ying Yang caught him and stewed him.

He himself felt hungry.

The door was wide open in the bedroom for a while, and Cheng Mo picked up the front and smelled it. I don't know if he is used to it or it is just like that, the milky fragrance seems to have faded a bit.

He finally worked up the courage to slip out.

Ying Yang was stirring the ingredients in the pot to make the curry and chicken blend together more evenly. The kitchen was full of tempting aromas. Cheng Mo suddenly moved his index finger and leaned over with a salivating face, throwing away the worries of the previous moment. Cloud Nine.

"What's the smell?" As soon as Cheng Mo approached, Ying Yang keenly smelled a smell different from the burnt aroma of curry. He paused, turned his head to sniff Cheng Mo's neck, and then pushed unexpectedly He rushed out, "Damn, get out quickly, it smells like something."

"What the hell." Cheng Mo blushed and retreated, stopped Dandan who was about to run into the kitchen halfway, and warned in a low voice, "Don't go Dandan, there is a big villain inside, be careful he bullies you."

Ying Yang heard it, and turned around to promise Dandan: "Don't worry, dad only bullies your brother." But he looked at Cheng Mo, shy away from him again.

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Afraid of being locked up, I changed a lot of words, and the ellipsis is about a few hundred words. I really can’t bear it. Please see and weave scarves for everyone...