Misfiring

Coming out of the barbecue shop, Cheng Mo found that his body was covered with the aroma of sauce mixed with fireworks, as if the curly rolls were ready to eat.

The alley they were in at this time was very remote, but it was not completely deserted.

Cheng Mo originally wanted to hold Ying Yang subconsciously, but suddenly remembered that they had returned, the world is so small, and he could meet people he knew every minute, so he raised half of his hand and retracted it, tugging at the hem of his clothes, his pale fingers It reveals the embarrassment of having nowhere to rest.

In the end, Ying Yang could see what he was thinking, put his hand on his shoulder, brushed the tip of his nose secretly over the tip of his hair, and deliberately changed the subject: "Hey, just like this, I can eat two more bowls of rice."

Cheng Mo really laughed, and replied, "You are not the same."

Looking from behind, the two of them looked like buddies, showing no signs of breaking the rules.In particular, Cheng Mo looks small, and after graduation, he also worked in a school with a relatively simple workplace environment. His temperament is very clean, and he is not at all comparable to the deviant "Second Chair" and the like.

As for Ying Yang with him, he looks more like a protection fee than a boyfriend, with an unfriendly message overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows: I cover the person next to him, and no one wants to provoke him, just take a look Will not work!There was no seriousness in the words: "Then you just eat me, you don't need to eat."

"It's too unfair," Cheng Mo said dissatisfied, "You eat more than me."

"Where are there many?" Ying Yang raised his eyebrows.

"You eat...and eat again." Cheng Mo whispered.

"What to eat?" Ying Yang swore that he really didn't hear clearly.

"...Me!" Cheng Mo pursed his lips angrily.

"Who said I want to eat you, I just say I can eat two more bowls of rice."

"... Oh." It really is.

Cheng Mo made a self-indulgent joke, but Ying Yang pinched his earlobe thoughtfully, taking advantage of no one around, leaned into his ear, with an ambiguous expression: "If you can feed me, I don't have to eat. "

"That's not..." Before he finished speaking, the phone in Cheng Mo's pocket rang.

Or Cheng Dezhong.

Chao Yingyang winked, and Cheng Mo answered the phone: "Hello?"

Cheng Dezhong asked tentatively at the other end: "Mo Mo, have you eaten yet?"

"Ah."

"That……"

Before he could finish asking, Cheng Mo interrupted: "I'm going out right away, I'll go home first, and I'll go to your place in the evening."

Fearing that he couldn't help but look for him in advance, Cheng Mo didn't tell Cheng Dezhong that he was already in City B, hoping to buy more time to be alone with Ying Yang.

"Ah?" Cheng Dezhong was very surprised, "Where do you want to live?"

"Otherwise." Cheng Mo twitched the corner of his mouth silently.

"..." Cheng Dezhong was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, his tone was much older, "Your aunt and I have prepared a room for you. If you tell me earlier, I will go and clean it up first."

"No need," Cheng Mo couldn't bear to hear the faint sigh hidden in his father's words, "Isn't your waist bad? I'll fix it myself."

"Ah."

Then the father and father quieted down at the same time, embarrassment spread in each other's chests.

Just when Cheng Dezhong was about to end the call, Cheng Mo thought about it and told him: "You must not come, I... brought a friend, it's not convenient."

"friend?"

"Well."

"Is...girlfriend?"

Cheng Mo said vaguely: "I will go there with him in the evening, and then I will introduce you to each other."

A friend from city A, plus it's inconvenient for me to bump into him, what else could it be other than a partner? !Cheng Dezhong quickly settled on this idea, he was both surprised and happy, and couldn't help laughing: "Haha, good, good."

Hang up the phone, they are just back in the garage.

Ying Yang carefully looked at Cheng Mo's face, but he couldn't see anything unusual: "Go home?"

Cheng Mo nodded, and drove him to the other side as if nothing had happened: "Get in the car."

Ying Yang got into the car as promised, fastened his seat belt, and set off again.

Later, during the driving process, Ying Yang looked at Cheng Mo whenever he had the chance, and he tilted his head helplessly and joked: "Are you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Fear of impending slavery."

"Fuck, there's nothing to be afraid of." Cleaning up the house was what he was supposed to do.

"Is that because you are afraid of seeing your father-in-law?" Cheng Mo asked again.

"What... what father-in-law?! It's clearly the father-in-law! Father-in-law!" After speaking firmly, Ying Yang paused, and then said, "I'm not afraid."

Anyway, Cheng Mo is his, even if his father objects, he can't take it away.

"That's it." Out of the corner of his eye, Cheng Mo smiled and stared at him brightly.

Ying Yang understood that he was telling himself not to worry, he was fine and not affected at all, so he relaxed and focused on driving.

Ten minutes later, the surrounding streets became more and more familiar. Cheng Mo leaned beside the window full of regrets, and together with Ying Yang, he enjoyed the street scene scorched by the scorching sun.

"If you don't look at the navigation, do you still remember the way?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Of course," Ying Yang smiled and gestured to the right, "You first talked to me in that alley."

"At that time, you were chased and beaten." Cheng Mo was very thieves.

"What do you mean being chased and beaten?" Ying Yang smiled and corrected dissatisfiedly, "It's clearly those idiots sneaking up on me."

"Then I will be a hero to save the beauty." Cheng Mo grabbed a high hat from the past and put it on his head.

"Well," Ying Yang didn't refute, "I promise you with my body."

Cheng Mo tilted his head and smiled to himself for a long time, until he walked all the way back to the door of his long-lost home, still in a bad mood.

Opening the door was like opening Pandora's box, Cheng Mohuai showed Ying Yang the environment he had lived in with a feeling of apprehension——

"It might be a little messy."

Cheng Mo's house is an ordinary house with three bedrooms and one living room. The layout is very similar to the houses in the old city of city A, except that the yard is replaced with a balcony, and the potted plants on the flower stand are inevitably decayed due to neglect.

There was fine dust floating in the air, Cheng Mo took off the dust-proof cloth covering the sofa, put the backpack on it for the time being, then took out the mask he bought just now from his pocket, and Ying Yang put it on one by one.

Although it was embarrassing to send him to do hygiene together as soon as he brought someone to the door, Cheng Mo guessed that Ying Yang probably wouldn't mind.

Putting on his slippers, Cheng Mo locked the door behind him, tiptoed around the room to make sure that his father hadn't come over, then responded with a sly smile from a distance, trotted onto him while laughing, his legs locked tightly At the back of the waist, he bowed his head to receive a long kiss through the mask.

The fine non-woven fabric was dyed hot by each other's breath, Cheng Mo still refused to come down after kissing, and Ying Yang held his buttocks amusedly: "Are you testing my arm strength or waist strength."

Now that he mentioned it, Cheng Mo couldn't help being curious: "How long can you hold me?"

Ying Yang made a fool of himself and didn't answer directly: "Try this posture at night and you'll know."

Cheng Mo was so ashamed that he immediately fell down, his eyes flickering, and he looked around for a rag.

Most of the furniture in the house was covered, so their project was not a huge one. They just tidied up Cheng Mo's bedroom, replaced it with clean quilts kept in a sealed bag, and wiped the cabinets, floors, etc. After procrastinating, after an hour, they were finally able to spread out on the sofa and take a rest.

To be precise, Ying Yang was sitting in a dignified manner, while Cheng Mo crouched on top of him enjoying the massage service proudly.

The air is filled with a faint fragrance of jasmine, which is the smell of the cleaning agent that He Xiulan usually uses. To Cheng Mo, this smell represents warmth.

It's a pity that since moving to City A, in order to take care of his sensitive testicles, Cheng Mo has never bought this brand of cleaners again. Many daily necessities at home are unscented. Now this so-called home feeling has been gone for a long time I have experienced it.

Compared with the fragrance that belongs to his mother, he is undoubtedly more familiar with Ying Yang's breath now.

Although he bought a new shower gel for the family before, under his coercion, the original Cheng Mo didn't let Ying Yang use it to clean the bathtub, but they used it separately, so there was always a faint smell on Ying Yang's body. There is no sea salt smell, Cheng Mo likes to smell it very much, it feels as inclusive as the sea.

At this time, the two flavors blended together, and Cheng Mo couldn't help feeling a little drowsy.

Ying Yang glanced at the time, it was nearly three o'clock, and it was the time when they usually took a nap, so he brushed away the broken hair from Cheng Mo's temples, and said softly, "Go to bed."

"Well."

With Ying Yang's help, Cheng Mo simply took a shower, dried his hair, changed into pajamas, curled up in his arms as soon as he touched the pillow, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

And Ying Yang hugged Cheng Mo with one hand, put the other hand behind his head, looked up at the slightly cracked ceiling, and silently looked at this small but warm room.

Although it was his first time here, the unique fragrance of ink from the pages of the book came from time to time, pulling his thoughts back to his fulfilling high school career.

Like Cheng Mo, these are the flavors of youth in his impression——

I feel nothing at the moment I am experiencing, but looking back, it is so precious.

The setting sun slanted on his face, and Cheng Mo woke up in the warmth.

After opening his eyes, Cheng Mo saw a sexy hip bone, his eyes moved up along the deep texture, and the picture of Ying Yang leaning on the head of the bed and seriously flipping through the books came into view instantly.

This person would take the initiative to flip the book?

Raising his hand and rubbing his eyes, Cheng Mo thought he was still dreaming, so he lost sight of it for a moment.It turned out that he was not mistaken, Ying Yang was indeed reading the book, and it was still the Chinese textbook they used in high school.

"Slept for almost two hours."

Seeing that he woke up, Ying Yang told the time as usual and handed him a glass of warm water thoughtfully. After he gurgled and drank a third of it, he took the glass back and finished it, and finally put it on the bedside table, freeing his hand to smooth his hair.

Cheng Mo touched Ying Yang's shoulder softly, and stared at the textbook with him for two seconds... suddenly shivered.

"Cold?" Ying Yang pulled up the quilt, thinking it was because the air conditioner was turned on too low.

"This book... where did you get it?" Cheng Mo sat up and asked himself.

"On the bookshelf." Nodding her head towards the bookshelf at the end of the bed, Ying Yang looked calm.

But Cheng Mo's face was undoubtedly very ugly.

Because the book is full of notes reminding him that this is his textbook.

In order to confirm, he hastily snatched the book and turned to the first page, only to see two block letters neatly written in the center of the page: Cheng Mo.

In an instant, the astonishment on Cheng Mo's face was hard to hide, and even his breathing was a little unsteady.Facing the sudden change, Ying Yang pulled his chin to make him look at him: "What's wrong."

"Did you throw away the book after the college entrance examination?!" Cheng Mo pulled his hand and confirmed again.

"No way." Although he didn't understand why Cheng Mo asked this question, Ying Yang still thought about it carefully and said with certainty, "It's all piled up at home."

Looking at the book that fell on the quilt, Cheng Mo was speechless in a daze.

Ying Yang knew that he still had some little secrets, so he waited patiently for a while before pinching his palm: "Can you tell me?"

"You...do you remember that I said before that I secretly exchanged our textbooks before the college entrance examination?"

"Yeah." I just got it from Cheng Mo two days ago, so Ying Yang naturally didn't forget it.

Cheng Mo added with difficulty: "I mean...all the textbooks."

After staring at each other for a while, Ying Yang came to understand: "Damn it, what the hell?"

Cheng Mo lowered his eyes, leaving him to continue his entanglement, while he got out of bed and changed his clothes.

Silently unbuttoning his shirt, Cheng Mo was about to take off his pajamas, but Ying Yang put it on at the right time, wrapping him with the half-open skirt, warm kisses from behind his ears to his face one after another.

Cheng Mo tilted his head so that he was kissing his lips, then opened his mouth slightly to welcome him in, and slowly closed his eyelids to feel the sudden tenderness of the other party.

After the lingering deep kiss, Ying Yang kissed Cheng Mo's trembling eyelashes: "Are you upset again?"

Cheng Mo didn't care about the word "again", although it seemed that he was petty.Ying Yang was right, because of a shocking guess, he did become depressed again.

It was actually a very gratifying thing for Ying Yang to notice the change in his mood.

Cheng Mo turned to look at him, and said seriously: "As long as you are here, I won't be sad."

"Then just smile and let me see."

Cheng Mo smiled according to his words, the smile was shallow, but never perfunctory.In order to avoid Ying Yang's dissatisfaction, he went on to add unfounded worries: "I have a thin skin and I can't express it, but you understand it, right?"

"I don't fully understand." He is very greedy, and he clearly knows that he must leave a certain amount of space for each other, and that everything should not be too tight, but when things come to an end, he always hopes that Cheng Mo can take the initiative to confess to him.

And Cheng Mo just couldn't say it, not deliberately trying to hang him up.So if he can say it, he will naturally not be stingy: "In short...you are very important. With you by my side, I am not afraid of anything."

Ying Yang held his hand: "Aren't I with you now? What are you still afraid of?"

"Concern about gains and losses." Cheng Mo analyzed his psychology very honestly, "I'm afraid you despise me and don't want me anymore." It sounds too inappropriate for a big man to be afraid of being abandoned all day long.

But this is indeed what he said from the bottom of his heart, and he has to admit it even if he is ashamed.

"No." Ying Yang had a cautious look in his eyes, "You are so nice."

Hearing him return the words that he often said on his lips, Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing, and his mood suddenly improved as if he saw the sun behind the clouds.

How else could he say that Ying Yang is important, as long as he says a word, such a miraculous effect can be achieved.

Seeing this, Ying Yang still didn't think it was enough, so he struck while the iron was hot, and further assured: "Don't worry, your brother Yang is a dedicated, responsible and good man, and he won't just start messing around and end up giving up."

"How can you boast yourself like that."

"Isn't that what you think?"

"...Yes." Cheng Mo nodded helplessly.

Ying Yang observed his expression carefully, until he could no longer see signs of loss, then picked up the clothes on the side and helped him put them on, just like caring for a golden basket that is as precious as jewels.

Cheng Mo always repays his kindness, and immediately provided corresponding services to Ying Yang.

After tidying up, the two went out to welcome the unfinished sunset.

This time, Cheng Mo didn't mind the gazes of passers-by, held Ying Yang with one hand, and called his father back with the other, saying that it's over now.

The car followed the navigation and moved forward slowly. Cheng Dezhong's current residential area is located in the west of the city, half an hour's drive away from his old home.On the way, Cheng Mo pointed to the changes in the street scene outside the window and discussed with Ying Yang from time to time, feeling a lot of emotion.

After seven years of farewell, the number of times he came back is only a handful. Because he didn't know how to face his remarried father, and he also missed his balls who were alone at home, so he basically went back and forth on the same day.

The bullet train is faster than driving by yourself, and it takes one and a half hours to get there. After lunch, I will go to the cemetery to worship, and I will have enough time to prepare dinner when I return to City A.

Not to mention wandering the streets, even Cheng Mo, a restaurant in City B, hadn't visited for a long time.

"What's for dinner?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Didn't your father cook?" Ying Yang raised his eyebrows.

"I... I'm afraid you don't have an appetite."

"Generally, out of politeness, shouldn't everyone stay to eat." After finishing speaking, Ying Yang suddenly remembered something, "Oh, so who is there?"

He was referring to Cheng Mo's stepmother.

"Maybe." Cheng Mo didn't specifically ask, but at night, his father would probably be reluctant to drive her out of the house and wait, "She's very weak, and it's easy to get into trouble outside alone."

"Have you seen her?"

"I saw it once."

Cheng Mo obviously didn't want to say more, so Ying Yang didn't ask any more questions, and just said, "We'll see what happens later, your father might be so angry that he will send us away."

"Ah."

There may be other developments as well.

Compared with Cheng Mo's old home, this is a relatively new community.

According to Cheng Dezhong, they moved here four years ago, because they are used to living in the lower floors, so this time they simply chose the south-facing unit on the fifteenth floor.

After parking the car, the two of them followed the address from house to house, finally found the entrance, entered the elevator and pressed the target floor.

When walking in the garden just now, Cheng Mo was afraid that Cheng Dezhong would see them, so he kept his head down and did not dare to lift it up, and kept a certain distance from Ying Yang.Only then did Ying Yang have the chance to hold his hand again, and found that his fingertips were inevitably a little cold.

"It's okay." Ying Yang comforted her softly.

However, Cheng Mo seemed to have lost his vitality, and without looking at him, he moved out when the elevator arrived.

The corridor was filled with the aroma of food, Ying Yang saw that he had not moved after he came out, looked around, and led him to the end.

When he came to the door of the destination, Ying Yang confirmed that the house number was correct, and waited patiently for Cheng Mo to get ready before ringing the doorbell.

For a long while, Cheng Mo remained silent, standing firmly by his side, pursing his lips but not intending to raise his hand, so Ying Yang stepped over him to do it for him: "I pressed it?"

The voice was kept low to ensure that no one in the door would be disturbed, but when it fell into Cheng Mo's ears, it sounded like thunder on the ground, making him wake up immediately, clasped Ying Yang's hand, and looked at him in the dark corridor , a decisive light gradually shone in his eyes.

Faced with this rare gaze, as soon as Ying Yang raised his puzzled expression, Cheng Mo involuntarily pulled him down and kissed him heavily.

Due to her lack of defense, her teeth were knocked together, Ying Yang let out a muffled groan from her nose, but her arms habitually clasped Cheng Mo's back, making it difficult for him to actively kiss.

The kiss initiated by Cheng Mo was menacing, and when the lips and tongue were moved, it was even painful, but it gradually weakened in the middle and late stages, leaving only a faint sound playing in the ear, as if with a fringe, gently scratching over the apex.

Ying Yang roughly guessed what was on Cheng Mo's mind, so apart from pity, he couldn't think of anything else in his mind.

Later, they were interrupted by the sudden ringing of the bell in their trouser pockets. Ying Yang's reaction was faster than Cheng Mo's.

But even so, the people in the room probably also noticed the abnormal noise outside the door.At least the tips of his ears should be raised, and he soon heard the sound of approaching footsteps coming from inside.

Unlocking the stuck posture, Ying Yang wiped away the saliva from the corners of Cheng Mo's lips with his fingertips, straightened the hem of his clothes, and the original indifference was replaced by embarrassment.On the contrary, Cheng Mo changed his previous uneasiness, calmed down, squeezed his hand hard in the dark, then let go, and looked towards the door.

squeak-

The light rushed out along the opened doors one by one, and a middle-aged man in home clothes appeared behind the door against the light, with a surprise on his face: "Hey, it's true!"

Afterwards, a housewife wiped her hands on her apron, silently sizing up behind Cheng Dezhong, her gaze inadvertently fell on Ying Yang, and after a daze, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Cheng Mo turned a blind eye to this and greeted them calmly: "Dad, aunt."

And Ying Yang first called out politely: "Uncle..." Immediately after seeing the woman behind Cheng Dezhong, the astonishment on his face was no less than that of the other party, "Mom?!"

The author has something to say: The biggest der secret in the full text has finally been revealed!Although!Babies who have already had wits guessed it before!But pinch!Still strong!You can keep guessing!What will Brother Yang do? ! !