Misfiring

The two slept together that night.

The 1.5-meter bed, two adult men lying side by side is not too crowded, but the hidden worry that Cheng Mo might leave has been lingering for a long time, and Ying Yang still clings to Cheng Mo's back and buckles his waist until he loses consciousness. His hands never loosened.

In the end, it was Cheng Mo who took the initiative to grab it, and he relaxed a little like a charity.

This night, Ying Yang seemed to be sleeping very deeply, breathing long and hard, and his posture remained unchanged.Cheng Mo was originally worried that he would not sleep well, so he would kick him to the ground, and then he could logically hug the pillow and go to bed with Eggy.

After all, firecrackers can still be exploded at night.

After all, he thought that if he shared the bed with someone—especially if this person was Ying Yang, it would be difficult to fall asleep.

The results were all miscalculated.

The next day.

When Eggy stepped on her and woke up, in order to prevent it from getting closer, Cheng Mo habitually buried her face in the pillow and rubbed it twice: "Hmm."

However, the different feeling from the past caused a cold current to rush through his mind, and Cheng Mo had no choice but to give up the plan to stay in bed, and opened his eyes suddenly——

"morning."

Ying Yang was lying face to face with him, and there was no trace of haziness in his eyes. He had obviously woken up for a long time, and he just looked at him so boredly, his focus was so embarrassing.

Probably due to yesterday's ups and downs, Cheng Mo returned to the summer of the third year of high school in a dream, the afternoon breeze blew across the roof of the teaching building, and Ying Yang in his youth showed a sign of impatience Pillow on his lap to catch up on sleep, but he can only hold the test paper nervously and deceive himself.

Can't read a single word.

Ying Yang's face broke into the corner of the eye domineeringly, and it was reflected as a full image on the retina.

He approached and fled in the upside-down dreamland, expending a lot of energy, every time he tossed and thought that would be the last time, after that, the mountains and rivers were far away, and there was no chance to meet again—unexpectedly, when he woke up, he found that He is still here.

"morning."

Seeing him sitting up, Eggy lingered in front of him from the end of the bed, with her two front paws resting on the edge of the quilt, and raised her neck high, like a mighty little tiger: "Hey——"

"I know, I know." Cheng Mo competently gave it a full-body slaughter, then picked it up, and got off the bed without looking back, "You wash up first, and I'll feed it. "

Ying Yang didn't ask why he didn't dare to look at him, and even responded obediently: "Yes."

After refilling the food, Cheng Mo looked at the egg that was eating heartily for a while, secretly envious of its carefree nature.If he could also have the trait of being able to forget everything by burying his face in the food bowl, there wouldn't be so many troubles.

When Ying Yang finished packing and came out, the noodles were cooking on the stove.

In a small kitchen, the cooking counters are neatly arranged. There is a row of chopped tomatoes lying on the chopping board, and two eggs are randomly placed beside it. The fluffy heat from the boiler diffuses in the morning light, conveying the ordinary life unique temperature.

"You sit for a while, and you can eat it soon."

"Yeah." Ying Yang nodded and watched Cheng Mo go back to his room.

There is no TV at home, and there is a blank white wall opposite the sofa, with a row of dusty cat paw prints scattered under it, and the culprit has eaten breakfast at this time, and is jumping up and down in the yard, harming the flowers and plants there.

Ying Yang walked over, stepped on the lawn with bare feet, and began to stretch regardless of the existence of Eggy.

The yard faces a path that few people pass by in the community. The original half-person-high balcony fence was opened by the landlord, and two arched wooden doors were installed.Because of the occupancy of Dandan, the wooden door is usually locked, and the glass sliding door in the house is locked after nightfall. Coupled with the strict security of the community, the safety is guaranteed enough.

Ying Yang checked out possible hidden dangers while exercising in the morning, and finally found that according to Cheng Mo's level of care, many small problems have basically been solved, and there is nothing worth worrying about.

Although this is a good thing, he is inexplicably unhappy.

So when eating breakfast, Ying Yang had a stinky face all the time, it was difficult for Cheng Mo to put away the leftover fried sauce from last night, and specially made a tomato and egg drop soup as a base for him to change his taste.

The reason for this is that it is not easy to ask too much, which makes Cheng Mo's mood not good.

After washing the dishes sullenly, Cheng Mo looked around and found that there was only such a small space in the house, no matter where he went, he couldn't avoid Ying Yang's emotional pollution.

Since he couldn't stay any longer, he could only choose to go out to breathe.

Hiding in the bathroom and changing into casual clothes, Cheng Mo grabbed the car keys and mobile phone and put on his shoes: "I'm going out for a walk, and I'll help you get back your mobile phone and wallet."

Ying Yang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say "Where is Lao Tzu", but the words turned into: "I'm going too." As he spoke, he snatched the car keys from Cheng Mo's hand, worried that he would take advantage of him to change clothes Time to slip away first.

"Hey!"

Cheng Mo watched helplessly as he returned to the bedroom, consciously opened his closet, and after a brief moment of stupefaction, rummaged through it: "...Fuck, where are my clothes?!"

He was clearly shocked that he hadn't found his clothes in the master bedroom closet.

Going to the small balcony to put away the underwear that Ying Yang wore back yesterday, Cheng Mo closed the closet and signaled: "You should wear this first."

Ying Yang refused to answer, squinting at him: "What do you mean?"

"..." After staring at him for a long while without moving, Cheng Mo finally mustered up the courage to explain, "We don't live together."

"impossible!"

"What are you lying to?"

"Then where do I live?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and said truthfully, "I don't know."

But since he is the VIP of the Central Hospital, his status must be difficult.Even though he has lost his memory now, some of the feelings in his body are quite different from before: If he was just a little school bully before, he must be a street bully or district bully now.

And the latter is obviously more likely.

It's not that Cheng Mo is not curious about Ying Yang's current situation, but he knows where the limit of curiosity should go.There are some things he shouldn't know, since he has decided not to communicate with each other until death, then he should keep the distance that a stranger should have.

Ying Yang moved his feet, as if he wanted to kick the cabinet door to discourage him.

Fortunately, Cheng Mo had discovered the clue long before his anger came up, and changed the subject in a few moments: "We'll talk after changing clothes." Then he left voluntarily, and gently closed the door.

The two calmed down for 10 minutes each in different spaces.

Under heavy psychological pressure, he finished the draft. Seeing Ying Yang came out, Cheng Mo was planning to explain their current relationship with him, but Ying Yang's action interrupted his plan.

Ying Yang sat down on the coffee table in front of Cheng Mo, and took the right to speak with an undeniable aura: "Yesterday was June 6."

Cheng Mo looked at the calendar hanging on the wall, and subconsciously replied, "Yes."

"Oh, what a coincidence." Following Cheng Mo's line of sight, Ying Yang sneered for no reason, and then corrected, "I'm talking about the day after the score check."

Ying Yang and Cheng Mo are not from City A, they used to study high school in neighboring City B, and June 6rd is the day when they return to school to graduate after the results of the college entrance examination come out.

Commonly known as the graduation ceremony.

Caught off guard, the memory went back to seven years ago, Cheng Mo's eyes flashed, his eyelids slowly dropped, he tried his best to avoid Ying Yang's gaze, and at the same time, he responded in a concealed manner: "Yes."

"I confessed my love to you yesterday." Ying Yang suddenly threw out a thunderbolt, "Although I can't remember what I said specifically, I remember that I asked you to go to the rooftop after the graduation ceremony."

The voice paused, Cheng Mo knew that he was waiting for his answer.

"Yes." Cheng Mo plucked up the courage to look up, "But..."

"Don't tell me you didn't go." Ying Yang interrupted him.

Cheng Mo stopped talking.

Because he really didn't go.