Misfiring

After thinking about the new toy with a blushing heartbeat, the two of them worked together to tidy up the things, and went to the atrium to see the balls bouncing up and down.

The newly bought cat climbing frame has arrived. When Cheng Mo went shopping yesterday afternoon, Ying Yang also supervised the workers to make the tree house. The tree is like a chic indoor garden.

Since all the materials are pure natural, environmentally friendly and harmless to the body, and the fresh air system in the house is also operating dutifully, Cheng Mo can safely accompany Dandan's family fun, laughing at Ying Yang from time to time because of its naivety.

Seeing Cheng Mo laughing without any grievances, his eyes narrowed, dimples looming, and he habitually tilted his head to wipe his tears on his shoulder after laughing, Yu Yingyang said, this is difficult to rehearse even in a dream scene.

After all, although he fantasized about being with Cheng Mo and that they could live a warm life, he never imagined that the index of happiness is far from endless.

He found that he was always whining about a woman recently, expressing his feelings secretly in his heart at every turn, except for Cheng Mo, who didn't want to talk to anyone or anything, all he could do was turn around him, from the hair to the toes, Think about it all, how you like it.

I still feel that there is nothing wrong with this state.

Taking a deep sniff at the back of his neck like Cheng Mo usually sucks his balls, Ying Yang sat motionless on the soft futon, almost falling asleep.

At first, Cheng Mo was only interested in playing with Dandan, so he didn't notice Ying Yang's emotions for the time being.It wasn't until Dandan got into the tree hole and had a great time kicking the ball that rolled in, that he realized that Ying Yang hadn't spoken for a long time.

Turning his head slightly and rubbing his face, Cheng Mo asked softly, "Sleepy?"

"No."

"Then why don't you talk?"

"I'm thinking of you."

"..." Cheng Mo was stunned, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "I'm right here."

"Close your eyes and think."

"Then open it."

"Open it and think about it."

"How can you not want to?"

"I'm also curious, but it's not important, I just love thinking about you."

It feels good to be filled in the heart, otherwise the empty space is no different from a haunted house, which is hair-raising.

The sweet words of love pierced my heart one after another, and Cheng Mo couldn't help shaking goosebumps all over his body, rubbing his hands, pretending to be disgusted: "...Why didn't I realize that you are so nasty before."

"Don't scare me away if you want to be nasty before? And it will damage my big brother's image like that."

"Aren't you the big brother now?"

"Now I am a home-loving little cook."

Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing for a while, and then belatedly clutched his stomach: "I'm hungry." Looking up at the time, it was almost one o'clock, it was a joy to know how time passed.

"Well, just open a can for the egg and go down." She was more thoughtful than Cheng Mo.

Cheng Mo didn't know what changed Ying Yang.

Watching him put on an apron and busy in the kitchen with ease, Cheng Mo gradually cast a peach-colored filter in front of his eyes, and the clear sunlight in the afternoon came into his eyes, and the trance was also a gorgeous color, thinking that even if he was still the same as before It seems that there is nothing wrong with being generous.

Probably in his eyes, Ying Yang has always been a completely excellent existence.

And every little change in him often only promotes him to develop in a better direction, and will never go back.He has almost blind confidence in Ying Yang, and Ying Yang has never let him down.

Just when Cheng Mo was moved and was going to hug Ying Yang, the mobile phone on the bar rang.

The crisp and melodious ringtone belongs to him.

Full of doubts, he picked it up and took a look. Cheng Mo's face changed slightly, his mind suddenly became confused, and his head was buzzing.Subconsciously looking back at Ying Yang, Cheng Mo walked far away to the French window before connecting the phone.

"Hey?"

"..."

"Let it go."

"..."

"At home, not yet."

"..."

"get ready."

"..."

"No more."

"..."

"……let me consider it."

"..."

"It should still go directly."

"..."

"Um...bye."

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Mo's face was very cold, a look Ying Yang had never seen before.

It's even worse than when he misunderstood Ying Yang's appointment with guns before, even the sun shining on his body couldn't warm him up.

Cheng Mo calmly took two rounds of deep breaths. After feeling better, he put down his phone and walked back slowly.

"Whose phone number?"

As soon as he finished asking, a pair of white arms appeared on his waist.Ying Yang was chopping vegetables, and the sharp edge of the knife almost grazed the back of his hand.

The thrilling scene was fleeting, and Ying put down the knife in fear, wiped his hands, and rubbed Cheng Mo's delicate wrist bones with slightly wet fingertips: "What's wrong?"

Cheng Mo shook his head and said nothing.

Ying Yang tried to turn to look at him.

Cheng Mo refused to let her go, and only said in a muffled voice, "Hug."

Ying Yang waited quietly for a while, Cheng Mo still maintained that movement, his breathing was very weak, if he didn't pay attention, he would think that he didn't exist at all, like a ghost behind him.

Fearing that his legs would go numb after standing for a long time, Ying Yang tentatively asked, "What's your home phone number?"

"……Well."

As long as there is a response, it can be seen that the problem is not too big, and I am most afraid that he will not say anything.

Not long after, Ying Yang asked again: "What did I ask you for?"

"...Ask me if I'm on vacation," Cheng Mo hesitantly drew strength from Ying Yang's palm, but continued, "Let me go back and have a look."

After realizing that he said it, his body relaxed a little, Ying Yang pulled his hand away with a little force, turned around to face him, and saw a frowning face.

"Yo, it's wrinkled into a bitter melon."

He lowered his head and kissed the center of his eyebrows one by one, so that even if he wanted to wrinkle again, he couldn't make any effort. Cheng Mo stepped back and was hugged by Ying Yang to Zhongdao behind him.

It was originally a cooking table for Western-style meals, but it has never been used. I don’t want to be given priority by Cheng Mo. He sat on it softly and wrapped his waist around him, as if he was rubbing his hands. A white and tender flour dumpling.

After sitting down, Cheng Mo raised his head a bit higher, his eyes were close to level with Ying Yang, and the hidden emotions in his eyes were almost invisible.Seeing his panic and unwillingness, Ying Yang said seriously: "If you don't want to go back, you won't go back. We can live a good life here, and he won't get in the way."

Cheng Mo shook his head, hesitatingly expressed his embarrassment: "My mother's death day is approaching... I have to go back." After finishing speaking, he inevitably remembered some old things, pulled Ying Yang's hand and lowered his head to hold it, "Last year has passed It’s not good to be empty once.”

"Afraid of meeting your father?" Ying Yang quickly guessed the reason.

"Yeah." Cheng Mo responded in a low voice, his mind was as complicated as Ying Yang's palm prints, "I happened to bump into him when I went back the year before last, and it felt very...strange, it was such a close relationship, but I didn't have much to say Ke Tan, in front of my mother, made her feel sad. I want to drive him away, but he is my father after all, and my mother probably doesn't want me to be so rude... "

"You all went separately before?"

"..." Regarding this question, Cheng Mo endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it and let out a sneer, which made Ying Yang stunned, "Except for the time when he was buried, he never went there again."

"Guilty?"

Cheng Mo was noncommittal, with a strange light in his eyes: "He remarried, with that aunt."

"When?"

"Not long after I graduated." Ying Yang thought he was referring to college graduation, but Cheng Mo then added, "Freshman just started."

"..."

"Is it soon? Just so impatient..."

Cheng Mo's voice was very soft in the latter sentence, as if he was speaking purely for himself.

"He told you?"

"Yeah." Cheng Mo sighed a little, hoping to express the depression in his chest, "Actually, after my mother left, he did a good job. He didn't drink too much, didn't stay depressed, and remember that I'm going to be promoted to the third grade , quickly pulled himself together and tried to make it up to me."

"Maybe I'm still a child in his eyes. Although I can feel that I'm rejecting him, he just thinks it's because I can't accept my mother's departure, and I'm still brooding over the fact that he wasn't by our side at the critical moment. I didn't expect... I actually understand everything clearly."

"Auntie told you." Ying Yang thought that everything was He Xiulan's reminder to her son before she died.

"I only mentioned one point. The rest of the clues were basically discovered by myself. I knew it before. Including later..."

"Ok?"

"Then they hooked up again." Feeling Ying Yang's body temperature, Cheng Mo's eyes turned cold again, "We were about to take the college entrance examination at that time, if they didn't... I might..."

"It's because of them that you failed the college entrance examination?" Ying Yang raised his voice unhappily, thinking that if it was really because of this, he would have to come to seek justice for Cheng Mo.

However, Cheng Mo objectively denied it: "The reason is very complicated."

The psychology of adolescents is inherently delicate and sensitive, not to mention that Cheng Mo was only 16 years old at the time. Because he skipped two grades in elementary school, he faced the double pressure from life and studies earlier than most of his peers, and he was emotionally unstable. It is also common sense that it is difficult to resolve yourself.

During the college entrance examination, he did perform a little out of order, because of family changes, the upcoming parting with Ying Yang, and some naive and ridiculous ideas.

He didn't want to be his father's pride.

From childhood to adulthood, it was his mother who took pains to cultivate him into a talent. Now that she is no longer there, she can't see how good she is, so she can't help being a little discouraged.I also want to use this to let my mother in the sky know that her existence is really important to him, and without her, he can't do anything well.

And he didn't want everyone to think that if he got the first place in the school again and the principal came to congratulate him with gongs and drums, everyone would think that everything was due to his father.

His dad has been dragging his feet all the time, so he doesn't deserve any credit.

……

But he doesn't think so now.

"I was very naive at that time, and I was always digging into a dead end. It has nothing to do with anyone, it's just my own bad mentality and abnormal performance." Cheng Mo didn't care about this long ago.

How could he rely on others? It wasn't that they grabbed his pen and prevented him from writing the correct answer.

I'm still glad that he has laid a solid foundation, even if he fails, he can get the ideal aspirations, and make steady progress according to the established goals.

He is living well now, he has not treated himself badly, and life has not treated him badly again.

"My dad didn't tell me until the second semester of my junior year." Thinking of the present day, Cheng Mo suddenly became less depressed. "At that time, I hadn't been home for three years, and it was my brother who knew about my situation. After giving me counseling, I tried to ease the relationship."

"It turned out that he was happy on the phone for a while, and soon he hesitated and told me...to introduce me to an aunt." Cheng Mo looked up at Ying Yang, and tried to smile, "Guess what I will do .”

"Hang up?"

"Yeah. I locked him in the dark room for 10 minutes."

"Only 10 minute."

"I'm cowardly, I'm afraid he will be scared out of his mind by me." This is the only family member he has.Cheng Mo curled his lips, knowing that he was not up to the mark, but there was nothing he could do about it, "I went back later. The premise is that I don't want to see that aunt, and we can only stay at home by ourselves."

"That woman still has the face to live in your house, isn't she afraid of ghosts pressing the bed?!"

I don't know who I'm burying with what I said.

But it's not good to bury anyone.

Cheng Mo patted him and explained in embarrassment: "No... I thought so too at first, but my dad still has a bit of a clue. They bought another house outside. When I went back, I used the excuse that I lost the key, so I changed it by the way. locked."

Although Cheng Mo gave Cheng Dezhong the newly assigned key, he still couldn't stop him.However, his original intention was just to express his position, not to really keep him out.

After all... it was always their home.

"You can, Cheng Xiaomo." After boasting, Ying Yang sighed again, "Your father can do it too, so he can save enough money to buy a house again."

"It seems to be the down payment from that aunt, and my dad confessed." Cheng Mo couldn't explain clearly, and clutched his hands in embarrassment, "Hey, you will know later."

"Yeah." Actually, if it wasn't for what happened to Cheng Mo, Ying Yang wouldn't be unreasonable at all.These short-term troubles of parents were very close to him when he was a child, but now they are very strange.

Generally, when encountering similar situations, he would stay far away, and no one would want to hurt him again in the name of his relatives, and point fingers at him.

So his mother didn't want to recognize him, so he didn't go back at all, and sent her money regularly every month, which was considered to be the fate of this life.After so many years, no matter how much he earns or how little he earns, the money he remits is always a fixed amount, which will not increase or decrease.

Just like what mother had always done to him.

Seeing that all the grievances in Cheng Mo's heart have been vomited, Ying Yang finally finds the opportunity to kiss him and joke with him: "Hey, Cheng Xiaomo."

"Ok?"

"The matter of the college entrance examination back then, you are not bad for anyone else. Are you tired of being so considerate? Occasionally, you have to learn to make excuses for yourself."

"...what an excuse."

"For example, you can rely on me. I'm so handsome, I'm so handsome, so that when you look at the test paper, you will be yo-ho! It's all my face."

"...And then." Cheng Mo didn't cooperate, so he simply gave him a chance to finish his dream by himself.

"Then you depended on me. You found out that Brother Yang is not what he used to be, and he clamored for me to be responsible."

"... Then are you responsible?"

"Negative, must be negative! Who is Brother Yang? He is a good man who can go out of the living room and enter the kitchen. He has many advantages, the most important thing is his strong sense of responsibility. Even the wretched wives come to the door with their children, so how can they be cruel? How about rushing out? It must be served with delicious food and drink, your satisfaction is my greatest motivation!"

It's clearly an old gangster who robbed the house.

Cheng Mo couldn't help rubbing his face, and let out a laugh from between his fingers: "Hey..."

"Are you satisfied, brother Yang will support you forever."

"Isn't it usually the last one to give an evaluation?"

"Lifetime service is different, and we must always pay attention to the thoughts of members."

It's a script again, and the last second was the wife of the mess.

Cheng Mo shook his head helplessly, but with an indelible smile on his face: "Satisfied."

"Then stamp it and record it."

Cheng Mote generously reached out and pulled his head down——

Boo!

The author has something to say: a little raindrop fell on Mimi, and after licking it, it was still sweet!