Misfiring

Tired of hugging and blowing the night breeze for a while, Cheng Mo guessed that the dinner was almost digested, moved his numb legs, and pretended to be disgusted: "Get up, you are so heavy."

It's also because he's not tall enough, and he can't push it back.

Ying Yang touched his bare forearm, and since it was protected by his arms all the time, it was not too cold, so he felt relieved, and returned to the house with him with a smile.

The TV did not continue to pay, and they could not watch it. They could only take a shower and go to bed early, and brushed their phones under the soft quilt.

After about half an hour, Cheng Mo yawned.He was worried and busy all day, he was a little sleepy, and wanted to sleep after nine o'clock for the first time.

It may also be because of the room. Cheng Mo seems to have returned to his student days, thinking about going to bed early and getting up early to be healthy, completely forgetting that he is already a free-spirited social person.

Ying Yang put down the phone, and dialed Cheng Mo's broken hair on his forehead: "Sleep when you're sleepy."

Anyway, there is nothing to do at night, and I will indeed leave for the cemetery early tomorrow.

"Hmm." Nodding his head, Cheng Mo was about to lie down when the cell phone that fell on the quilt vibrated just in time.

After picking it up, I found that it was still Cheng Dezhong's message——

Silently, would you like to chat with Dad?

After thinking about it, Cheng Mo sat up again and dialed the phone directly.

Ying Yang accidentally swept over him, reached out and pulled Cheng Mo into his arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and sent him silently to comfort him.

Cheng Mo gladly accepted the kindness, pulled up the quilt, put the phone next to their ears, and they got through quickly.

"Hey?"

"..." Accompanied by the rustling noise, it took Cheng Dezhong a while to speak, and the first sentence was a sigh that weighed more than a thousand catties, "Oh."

Cheng Mo didn't answer, and waited quietly for him to calm down.

"Well, your aunt told me everything she knows." Cheng Dezhong didn't expect Cheng Mo to call him, so he struggled to organize his words the whole time, "She said you were together in high school, right? "

After hesitating again and again, Cheng Mo chose to tell the truth: "...No."

Lover and son, who to trust, Cheng Dezhong couldn't decide for a while, but felt that neither of them needed to lie: "Then what happened to your textbooks and text messages? Later, they left home together and went to City A."

"I liked him unilaterally, and I changed the textbook secretly, and he didn't even know about it." Ying Yang doesn't like reading, and textbooks are undoubtedly useless to him. If Cheng Mo didn't say anything, he might never know about it for the rest of his life. "As for text messages...we just chatted normally and didn't say anything. The phone bill is too expensive, and I'm not willing to use it."

In fact, Ying Yang has never been able to control his mouth. When he was young and frivolous, he said more than he does now. It is really embarrassing to watch.

But Zhao Guixin probably didn't have the face to tell Cheng Dezhong in detail, and Cheng Mo was also happy to be confused.

"Didn't my mother prevent me from dating early? She's so smart. If there's something wrong with me, I can't hide it from her. And even if she suspects it, she won't steal my phone."

By the way, he squeezed Zhao Guixin right, and Cheng Mo continued: "I went to City A because I was admitted to the university there, and I didn't stay with Ying Yang. After graduation, we separated and lost contact. We met again by chance."

It sounds very similar to the plot between him and Zhao Guixin.

Cheng Dezhong's mind was touched, and with precedents ahead, he no longer doubted Cheng Mo's words, but was only curious: "You...don't you like him, why did you break up?"

Could it be that Ying Yang also had a partner at that time?

But that's not right, why would someone come to provoke his son? !

Looking at what they did today, it was obviously not wishful thinking by Cheng Mo.

Cheng Dezhong speculated on the other end, but Cheng Mo hesitated whether to tell him the truth.After all, this is not something glorious, I'm afraid he won't be able to keep his face.

Since Cheng Dezhong was driving the public release, Zhao Guixin who was on the side seemed to be aware of Cheng Mo's hesitation.In order to prove that she did not intentionally frame him, Zhao Guixin kept urging Cheng Dezhong to question him.

While arguing, Cheng Mo heard the commotion, and thought it was a private conversation between their father and son, but the reality often disappointed him.

Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing, and didn't show any mercy to them. He tore off the last piece of fig leaf, and said straightforwardly: "I've heard about you long before my mother passed away. At first, I didn't know that the man outside called Who is the aunt of 'Zhao Guixin'? Until the last parent-teacher meeting in the third year of high school, I was responsible for signing in. This name happened to appear in the column of Ying Yang's parents. Ying Yang said that his mother had never attended the parent-teacher meeting and did not care about his studies at all. Shangxin, but that time she not only came here out of nowhere, but also deliberately changed her position and sat next to you."

One is evasive but can't be heartless, and the other is trying to lower his stance to seek forgiveness.

Such a picture is really dazzling.

In the end, Cheng Mo was quiet for two seconds to ease his emotions, and asked calmly, "What do you think I stand for being with him?"

The husband and wife on the other end of the phone made him blush.

Cheng Dezhong only hated himself why he wanted to get to the bottom of it, and Zhao Guixin wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. For the first time in his life, he realized so deeply what it means to humiliate oneself.

After a long while, the noise in the receiver suddenly disappeared, and after a series of footsteps, Cheng Dezhong went back to his room and closed the door, his voice was barely noticeable: "Father, I'm sorry."

Now that he had broken his words, Cheng Mo finally had the opportunity to tell him what he thought: "You didn't apologize to me, you just made the choice you thought was right, and so did I." He tried to make his tone more polite, " So I don't object to you remarrying Aunt Zhao... At the same time, I hope you don't pay too much attention to me and Ying Yang. "

"I..." Cheng Dezhong was speechless, and managed to utter a sentence, "I can't explain to your mother."

Cheng Mo lowered his eyes: "We will explain to her tomorrow."

Facing his insistence, Cheng Dezhong thought for a long time, and finally compromised: "Okay. I know, I have no right to control you. You...you can do whatever you like."

He said this not out of anger, but from the heart.

Cheng Mo didn't misunderstand. He knew very well that although his father had deserted, he was still an honest man in essence, and he couldn't do such things as irony, so his breath was blocked all of a sudden, and he could only nod sullenly: "Well."

Cheng Dezhong hesitated for a moment, and finally confessed uneasy: "I heard that his temper is not very good. If you are wronged one day, don't bear it. Although my old bones are useless, at least... I can do it." To vent your anger on you."

Cheng Mo understands that he wants to say that he is Ying Yang's "stepfather" after all, and there is nothing wrong with training him in name.But it's a pity that Ying Yang doesn't necessarily approve of this relationship, and in fact he isn't purely his stepson.

Cheng Dezhong was glad that he swallowed the words, otherwise it would be a bit embarrassing.

The father and son were relatively silent, but Ying Yang smiled slightly, picked up the phone, and before Cheng Mo could react, he sincerely promised: "Don't worry, uncle, I won't bully him."

"..."

"It's getting late, Cheng Mo was sleepy just now, and if he doesn't sleep, he probably won't be able to wake up tomorrow." Ying Yang said without hesitation, "We should rest, you should also rest earlier, good night."

"...Good night." Cheng Dezhong subconsciously replied.

After hanging up the phone, Ying Yang placed the two mobile phones side by side on the bedside to charge, and when he turned around again, Cheng Mo just happened to be in a daze, and got into bed next to him.

A warm head was buried on the side of his waist, and Ying Yang couldn't lie down for a while, but could only slowly caress his back and pat him occasionally.

Cheng Mo didn't want to cry at first, but after being coaxed by him like this, his tear glands couldn't help but feel proud of being favored.

The corner of the clothes gradually smeared a small wet mark, which was the grievance he had accumulated for many years but could not be appealed to. Now he finally found a chance to vent, and cried happily while hugging Ying Yang.

During the process, Ying Yang couldn't help repeating: "It's all over..."

After Cheng Mo finished venting, he even took off his pajamas, generously borrowed him to wipe his snot on it, and then threw his hands on the ground: "Hey, I'm going to sleep naked again tonight."

Cheng Mo suddenly laughed, piercing him with red eyes, and his voice was a little hoarse: "You don't like to wear clothes to sleep."

"Who said?" Ying Yang turned off the light and lay down, kissed his eyelids which were still hot and humid, and said earnestly, "I did this all for you."

Cheng Mo was puzzled: "What's wrong with me?"

Ying Yangzhao said straightly: "Don't you just like me like this. Sometimes even if I wear clothes, you will reach in and touch my abdominal muscles, sneaking around, thinking I didn't notice?"

"...No!" Cheng Mo immediately denied it, and took back his hand that was habitually placed on Ying Yang's lower abdomen, "Obviously you touch me more."

"Yeah." Regarding Cheng Mo's accusation, instead of reflecting on it, Ying Yang asked shyly, "Are you comfortable?"

Cheng Mo twisted his waist itchyly, pulled his hand away, stuffed it under the pillow and pressed it down: "It's so-so."

The soft pillow relieved the weight of his head, and Ying Yang allowed him to press it for a while, but it was not unbearable.Cheng Mo himself felt uncomfortable, so he quickly pulled it out and placed it in front of him.

Feeling the heat of the palm with his heart, Cheng Mo slowly closed his eyes.

The moonlight poured on the pillow through the cracks in the curtains. In order to prevent Cheng Mo from sleeping unsteadily, Ying Yang took the opportunity to hug him back, took him into his arms, and said with a smile: "Your father reminded me."

"What?" Cheng Mo muttered.

"I'm really your brother now."

There was a hint of ridicule in the tone, and Cheng Mo's heart was full of alarms. He guessed that this person must have no good intentions, and there was probably something waiting for him later, so he turned around and was blindfolded.

Sure enough, Ying Yang immediately leaned behind his ear to coax him: "Call 'Brother' to listen?"

Cheng Mo covered his ears and did not speak.

Ying Yang grabbed his hand and harassed him persistently until he was annoyed, and choked out a sentence: "I don't recognize it, what kind of brother are you?"

This relationship in name is shameful, and even more immoral than simply liking the same sex. Cheng Mo has tried his best to hide it for so many years in order to reduce this burden.

Fortunately, Ying Yang, as soon as he found out, he started to raise the flag, and replied confidently: "Brother Qing."

The tip of his ear was so red that he couldn't see it after brushing against the heat. Cheng Mo bent his waist and slid into the bed again and again, rubbing his heel against his calf: "You are so nasty!"

When he stopped moving, Ying Yang lifted him out and pressed him down firmly: "Should I scream?"

"No..." Cheng Mo turned his head desperately, his eyes dazzled with gold stars, and the sleepy family fled with his family, hoping that Ying Yang would let him go for the sake of bitterness.

It's a pity that Ying Yang fell into an addiction when he came out of the blue this time, and he was determined to hear it, but Cheng Mo didn't cooperate, so he started to scratch his itch, and punished him almost to the point of death.

"Ha...don't!" Cheng Mo struggled until his back was wet, panting and negotiating, "I, can I say something else?"

"What." Ying Yang stopped his movements mercifully and helped him take off his sweaty pajamas.

Cheng Mo couldn't help wondering if it was just for this, he hesitated back a little, opened his limbs naked, and let the air conditioner take away the heat from his body.

He hasn't figured out what to say, just now it was just an excuse in desperation, without sincerity at all.

But Ying Yang will definitely not let it go, and he doesn't like to backtrack.

So think about it.

It must make him happy and forget about calling him brother.

Think and think, think and think.

After hanging Ying Yang for a long time, Cheng Mo suddenly caught something, and with a flash of inspiration, he bit his lip and stuck it back awkwardly, covering his eyes.

As if waiting for the prey to fall into the trap, Ying Yang patiently closed his eyes, feeling the slightly cold temperature of Cheng Mo's fingertips, motionless, silently hinting that he should get closer.

Cheng Mo has the temperament of remembering to eat but not to fight. If Ying Yang gives him patience, he will repay him with sincerity.

"I," cleared his throat, Cheng Mo bit Ying Yang's ear, and spoke in full syllables, but couldn't help turning into a gasp, "I...also...love...you. "

Ying Yang said that he loves him even more, why doesn't he not.

The emotion surging in his chest is increasing day by day, almost to the point of extinction, even years of time can't erase it.

At that moment, Ying Yang only felt that his and Cheng Mo's situations had changed, but he was in a daze, fascinated by the peachy wind and smoke, fascinated, and couldn't tell what was going on and what was going on.

Even Cheng Mo didn't know when to withdraw his hand.

After recovering his sanity for a while, Ying Yang thought to himself, he must be very stupid now, even though he was hiding in the dark, covered by the night, he couldn't help but add to the liking, and he used kisses to make up for it.

In fact, Cheng Mo himself was so ashamed that he didn't have the time to pay attention to his reaction. He just wanted to bury his head quickly and pretend that he was an ostrich.

Ying Yang kissed him, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, opened his mouth obediently, and accepted it happily.

Because it's good to get close, so that he can't see anything.

With the same thoughts and love in their hearts, the two kissed until they fell asleep.

Incomparably greasy.

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