Misfiring

"Do you hate your dad?" Ying Yang asked, wiping the corners of Cheng Momo's wet eyes.

"It doesn't matter whether you hate it or not," Cheng Mo shook his head, "I had already decided to leave."

"So fast?" Speaking of this matter, Ying Yang didn't have much resentment in his heart.

After all, if he met such an unreliable father, he would leave as well.

He was lucky, before he had time to put it into action, his father made fun of himself.

But his mother couldn't be trusted. He didn't go home for so many years, and instead of asking, she seemed to wish that he would die outside like his father.

"Yeah." Cheng Mo rubbed the loose fluff on the neck of the rubbing egg, and twisted them into a small tug, "but the idea is the idea, and the specific details have to be planned slowly. It happened that I was going to be promoted to a third year at that time, and there was still a buffer period of one year." .”

"Actually, I liked my dad more than my mom. Boys basically adore their father, and my mom is very strict with me. Whenever my grades deteriorate a little, or if she finds out If I have a little bad habit, she will drag me to stand for punishment and do a self-criticism, and if it happens to be meal time, I won’t even be able to eat, and every time my dad will help me talk to calm her down."

It's really strict.

Ying Yang couldn't help being speechless: "Then if she knows that you are with me...would she object?"

Cheng Mo cast a determined look at him: "Of course." Not only that, but also sad and disappointed, "So I can only leave without telling you, I don't want to make her sad."

"Then now..."

Ying Yang suddenly realized that in this relationship, Cheng Mo was not completely detached, he also had his difficulties, his last resort, and even silently shouldered a lot.

Seeing Ying Yang's hesitation, Cheng Mo didn't want him to feel burdened, and changed the subject: "But that was all my initial thoughts. After all, she just left, so she can't be so unscrupulous so soon."

Who would have thought that this suspension would be seven years.

Even so, Cheng Mo still thinks it's not enough, and still habitually blames himself for the fault: "As for now... I'm still very selfish, I can only tell myself that she also wants me to be happy."

He won't let go again.

Even if Ying Yang wants to separate one day, he will try his best to keep him. If he really can't keep him, then he will make a farewell.At least he tried his best and won't regret it.

Cheng Mo tried to comfort Ying Yang: "Speaking of which, you have similar personalities," both strong and hot, always feel that you have to carry a fire extinguisher with you to help them put down the fire, "If it wasn't for...she would definitely like you."

Although He Xiulan was strict with Cheng Mo, she never interfered with his making friends.

What she meant was that if a child can be easily led astray by others, it is also a problem of his own lack of concentration and cannot be blamed on others.

So whether Ying Yang is good or not, it doesn't matter to her.

As long as the temperament is not too bad.

Hearing what Cheng Mo said, Ying Yang suddenly got excited again, automatically skipped the twist in his words, held the photo frame respectfully, and promised He Xiulan inside: "Auntie, I will help you supervise him in the future. If he doesn't If you are obedient, I will make him stand for punishment and conduct self-criticism. If he does not realize his mistake, he will not be given food for a day. You can leave him to me at ease, and just rub hemp with the little sister on top, don’t worry. "

After finishing speaking, she leaned into Cheng Mo's ear in a low voice: "Tell me, what if she doesn't like me all the time."

"It's fine if I like it." Cheng Mo didn't get entangled anymore, "It is said that parents often kidnap children with family affection, but in fact... why don't we? If she is still alive, she will accept it one day."

Cheng Mo understands that even though his mother has always treated him harshly, the root cause is for his own good, including his father who has finally deviated from the norm in middle age, they give him no less love and care than children from other families .

He is already satisfied.

So he never resents anything.

Cheng Mo's indifference infected Ying Yang, so that even though he knew they had wronged Cheng Mo, he didn't hold grudges against them because of it.In any case, they are Cheng Mo's parents, which is far different from his family's situation.

Whatever Cheng Mo's attitude towards them is, so is his attitude.

"What did you just say, say it again?" Putting down his heavy thoughts, Ying Yang couldn't help but revert to his old ways.

"Ah?" Cheng Mo was stunned, "Will you accept you one day?"

"The first sentence."

"I like it...is that good?"

"You are not allowed to like 'just'. Say, you can only like someone."

"...You." Cheng Mo finally came to his senses, and gave him a red-faced look.

"who am I?"

"... Eggy's father."

"Who is Eggy, and what does it have to do with you? And what does it have to do with me?"

"Eggy, Eggy is my younger brother. You, you are my male...boyfriend."

"The relationship is still so chaotic."

"Then... it is also my son, our son."

Ying Yang couldn't be more satisfied, and turned around to harass He Xiulan again: "Auntie, I forgot to introduce myself to you just now, I am Cheng Mo's boyfriend, and I will be your good son-in-law in the future." The frame changed the angle, like a live broadcast on the mobile phone, "This orange cat on Cheng Mo's lap is called Eggy, and it is your big fat grandson. Maybe you have known it for a long time, but you must not know that it was picked up by the two of us together." Well, we hooked up when we were in high school. Although Cheng Mo separated from me for a while because he was afraid that you would be unhappy, I promise that we will never make trouble again. If you agree, give Cheng Mo Have a dream and touch his head; if you want to curse someone, please come to me alone."

Cheng Mo's finally relaxed mood became sour again, like overturning a pot of boiling white vinegar, with boiling bubbles, bubbling into the limbs and bones, making people want to wipe away tears.

"She didn't speak, she must have agreed." Ying Yang comforted him by kissing his red eyelids.

"Didn't you let her have a dream!" Cheng Mo told him to laugh or cry.

"Hey, I'm so nice, she won't disagree." Ying Yang thinks he has the capital to handle his mother-in-law, "If you miss me, where can I find someone who is as beautiful as me and has the ability to earn money to support the family son."

"You want to be my mother's son?"

"Otherwise." Ying Yang is quite reasonable, "It is said that a son-in-law is half, and you also take the handle, and I also take the handle. No matter what happens, you can count as half."

"Then you wait for her to call you 'brat'." Cheng Mo sniffed, afraid of laughing out of snot bubbles.

"Welcome infinitely." After finishing speaking, Ying Yang touched his face, "Stop crying, I will be here in the future."

Cheng Mo was holding back well, but after being touched by him like this, coupled with the gentle voice passing over the tips of his ears, he couldn't help but bury his head on Ying Yang's shoulder, and his whole body turned red with grief.

People who have always talked and talked suddenly became soft-spoken, I'm really not used to it.

But no matter what, he likes it.

After a while, Ying Yang squeezed the soft meat on Cheng Mo's neck, and laughed at him: "You cook yourself all day without moving, are you waiting for me to eat it?"

Cheng Mohong raised her head flutteringly, and her eyes flickered for a moment: "If you want to, eat it if you want, and no one will stop you."

I couldn't stop it when I was not familiar with it, but now I am more polite.

Hearing this, Ying Yang's face changed, and he immediately slapped him on the waist with his hands: "Don't start a fire! You said nothing yourself, be careful of your ass blooming!"

Cheng Mo smiled immediately, hugged Eggy and fell back into the quilt, curled up, sucked on its head confidently, and muttered: "Who told you not to buy it."

Ying Yang was suffocated.

Who would have thought that they would reconcile so quickly!

Who is to blame, is Cheng Mo poisonous?How unmannered.

Or blame yourself for lack of concentration.

"I'll buy it tomorrow! Carry it home in boxes!" Ying Yang threw down the things in his hand and rubbed him vigorously, "I don't believe I can't cure you anymore."

"Don't, don't scratch your waist..."

It's like this every time, how bad it is.

After laughing, Ying Yang sucked Cheng Mo's forehead forcefully, and then realized something was wrong.

"Hey, Auntie, I'm sorry, didn't I offend you."

Accompanying Xiaoxin, he picked up the photo frame that fell beside Cheng Mo, and Ying Yang carefully checked if there was any damage.Cheng Mo didn't make such a big fuss like him, the bed was so soft, it was obvious that he couldn't make a fuss about it.

"Look at this," who knows that Ying Yang really saw the problem, "Is it tide?"

"Where?" Cheng Mo suddenly became nervous.

This photo is the only one. It was taken in the era when film machines were still used, and there was no electronic archive at all. After the photo was posted, the negatives were all at home in City B.

Although there are other group photos on hand, he likes this one the most.Maybe it was damp when I went back to Nantian, thanks to him, since I live on the first floor, I should pay more attention.

Seeing that the edges were indeed uneven, Cheng Mo and Ying Yang hurriedly dismantled the photo frame and dumped the photos out.Ying Yang saw that he was anxious, and comforted him: "It's okay, I have a plastic machine, I will seal it up for you in a while, and I won't be afraid in the future."

However, looking at the things lying on the bed, Ying Yang was stunned: Why are there two?

Cheng Mo didn't pay attention, and picked up the top one without thinking about it, and looked at it, only to see that the edge of the photo paper was slightly yellowed, but there was no halo.Heaving a sigh of relief, Cheng Mo saw that Ying Yang was holding a piece of photo paper folded in two in his hand, and after unfolding, there was a scene that was very familiar to each other——

No. [-] Middle School in City B.

Three rows of students in school uniforms stood together in front of the teaching building, the smiles on their faces were as bright as the warm sun that day, the school leaders and teachers of various subjects sat at the front, Cheng Mo and Ying Yang stood one behind In the middle, compared with now, the appearance at that time was undoubtedly very young.

It's their graduation photo.

The creases of the photo paper pushed almost two-thirds of the class out of the picture, leaving them and a small group of people around them perfectly fitted into the photo frame, hiding behind Cheng Mo's mother.

If Cheng Mo is willing, he can occasionally touch Ying Yang's face through the outline of his mother.

——In the beginning, he would really enjoy his addiction secretly like this, but later, under his mother's eyes that seemed to know everything, he didn't dare to do it anymore, and only placed the photo frame on the bedside to watch from a distance.

Later, he let himself deliberately forget about it.

So much so that he was caught by Ying Yang right now, and he couldn't think of an excuse to refute for a while.

"You still have this photo." Ying Yang thought that with Cheng Mo's determination, he could throw away graduation photos and phone cards in City B.

"……Um."

"Why keep it?" He hid it behind and didn't look at it.

"Just...to commemorate the teacher, can't you?"

"Who do you want to commemorate?" Ying Yang suspected that he had heard wrongly, pulled out his ears, and squinted at him.His face was full of unhappiness, and the words "I advise you to think about it clearly".

"You..." Before Ying Yang's cloud had cleared, Cheng Mo jumped out a few more words, "You know."

"Fuck, I don't know!"

Cheng Mo opened his mouth, snatched back the photo, and stuffed it back into the photo frame as if destroying evidence.Afraid of accidentally tearing up the photo during an argument, Ying Yang let him go, not worried that he would not speak.

Sure enough, Cheng Mo couldn't hold on to his staring eyes after a while.

"I just can't bear it. I didn't bring anything else," like the textbooks, test papers, etc. that he secretly exchanged with Ying Yang, and left them all at home. "Just this photo, I'm afraid I'll think, I was afraid of accidentally losing it, so I had to hide it behind my mother."

"Who do you miss, who do you miss?"

Cheng Mo was annoyed that he had to push himself so hard, secretly hated to grab the quilt, and let off steam again.The eyes accused him confidently of asking: "...you!"

"Stupid or not." After getting the answer I wanted, I was satisfied and felt distressed, "I'm afraid of being scolded by my mother when I'm with me, so I won't be afraid if I hide behind her? Maybe she doesn't like being surrounded by me all day long?" Stare at the back of your head."

"Then, don't I want to understand..."

Ying Yang looked at him for a while, stacked the photos and put them in the drawer of the bedside table, planning to take them for plastic surgery tomorrow.Turning around after finishing all this, seeing Cheng Mo was plucking Dandan's ear back and forth, Ying Yang kindly rescued it, patted his buttocks and drove aside, then squeezed Cheng Mo's fingertips to make him look at him, and said seriously: "I forgive you, Cheng Mo."

"...Ah?" Cheng Mo responded unconsciously.

"I said, I forgive you." Ying Yang spoke far more straightforwardly than him.

Blinking his eyes in a daze for a long time, Cheng Mo finally figured out what Ying Yang was referring to, forced a smile: "It was so sudden." Then came the long-lost politeness, "Thank you."

What kind of reaction is this, as if not happy?

Ying Yang decided not to think too much, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it just talking?"

This time Cheng Mo consciously moved to his lips and kissed him.

Then before he could sit back, Ying Yang pulled him onto his lap: "Come here." Holding him firmly in his arms, Ying Yang touched the phone, turned on the front lens of the camera, and adjusted the angle, "Smile. "

Cheng Mo looked at the camera blankly.

Why do you suddenly want to take a selfie?

"Take a good picture, type it out and replace the graduation photo." Ying Yang suspected that he would get confused when it came to the critical moment.

There are so many people around, no good, why let them take advantage of this for nothing.

"... Oh." Cheng Mo rubbed his nose shyly. Ying Yang happened to capture this little action, including kissing him intentionally until his face flushed, and even the corners of his eyes became wet...there was a picture of it all.

Finally, after the two of them went to the toilet, Anan crawled into bed, and Ying Yang took him to sift through the photos one by one, pointing at the images in them and laughing at him from time to time: "Do you know what your expression is called?"

"What?" Cheng Mo withdrew his gaze after just one glance, not really interested in looking at it.

"Orgasm face." The more shy he is, the more Ying Yang loves to tease him.

"...Ying Yang!"

"Hey! Put down the pillow—"

So it's no wonder Cheng Mo was beaten.

The author has something to say: there are still a lot of ghost ideas silently, brother Yang said that he will continue to dig, he is really my treasure boy. (After sprinkling sugar, the comments are less, I don’t follow, I don’t follow! Sapo rolls around and waits for the peeping screen——