Misfiring

He Xiulan was buried in a cemetery in the suburbs.

After breakfast, they went to the flower shop to pick out a bunch of fresh lilies. Cheng Mo and Ying Yang parked the car, registered, and walked up the long stone steps.

"My mom hasn't received many flowers in her life." Amidst the faint fragrance, Cheng Mo said with nostalgia, "About when I was in the second grade, my dad had a rare romantic moment. I went to the market near my home. At that time, there was only one stall selling flowers, and there were not many types, but they were all expensive. But my dad didn’t care about the money, and spent half a month’s salary to buy a bouquet of red roses. I can’t remember, but it looked spectacular.”

"We all thought this would bring her a surprise." Cheng Mo smiled, looking down at the texture of the stepping stones under his feet, "Who knows that when we got home, we found her sitting on the bed crying, feeling very anxious. When she saw someone, she thought something had happened to us. That was the first time I saw her tears, and it seemed to be the only time. Later... during the time I was hospitalized, I never saw her red eyes again."

Ying Yang squeezed Cheng Mo's hand: "Auntie is a very strong person."

"Well." Cheng Mo sighed, "Sometimes I also think that if I encounter similar things, I might not be able to do better than her."

Ying Yang frowned: "What are you referring to?"

Cheng Mo said, "Just..."

Just getting started, Ying Yang interrupted again: "No, don't even think about it."

Neither is a good thing.

Cheng Mo was quiet for a while, and led Ying Yang into a small path.

There are still traces of morning dew on the clustered tombstones, and the fresh water vapor permeates the hills. Because his mother is buried here, everything looks close and peaceful.

"Actually, I've always wondered why he did that." Cheng Mo said his father on the surface, but in reality he also implied other things, "We could have been fine."

Ying Yang guessed: "Probably because what you can't get will always be a commotion."

Cheng Mo turned his head to look at him: "Then you got it, what do you think?"

Ying Yang said naturally: "I'm so used to you that I have nothing to fear."

Cheng Mo replied in a low voice: "Oh."

Then turned around and stopped.

Ying Yang asked, "Are you shy again?"

Cheng Mo hugged the flowers confidently: "It's here."

He Xiulan in the photo is smiling happily.

Cheng Mo took out his handkerchief and wiped the dust off his head, then put the flowers aside.

"Mom, I brought a friend over to see you today."

Hearing this, Ying Yang put down the ingot candle in his hand, and squatted beside Cheng Mo: "Hello, Auntie," with a respectful attitude, "Meet you again."

It was only then that Cheng Mo remembered that Ying Yang had indeed greeted his mother before.

"Well, it's the same guy from a few days ago."

After speaking, Cheng Mo lit two red candles and hurried away.He is more used to communicating in his heart. Every time he comes over, he sits with his mother for half a day, and rarely expresses anything in words.

Otherwise, it feels strange and embarrassing.

At this moment, only Ying Yang's voice was left in his ears. Cheng Mo had never seen him nagging like this. He would praise him at first, and then talk all over the world, as if he had exhausted all the good things.

Ying Yang explained Cheng Mo's recent situation to He Xiulan, and at the same time did not forget to burn paper money for her. The originally clean cemetery felt like he was running it in full swing.

Time flies, and an hour passed in a blink of an eye, and the sun gradually became poisonous.

Cheng Mo sat on the low steps, picked up the burnt ashes in the stove, and planned to pack up and leave.

Ying Yang's babbling had already come to an end, seeing this, he quickly cleaned the front of He Xiulan's tomb, clapped his hands, and finally said: "Auntie, we are leaving, and I will come to see you again in Chongyang."

Cheng Moying nodded in agreement, the words of farewell were still hidden in his heart, as if the voice had been transmitted into secret.

Looking from a distance, those who didn't know it thought Ying Yang was He Xiulan's biological son.

Even the footsteps when leaving are quite reluctant.

After walking halfway, Ying Yang finally turned back and asked Cheng Mo to wait for him at the end of the path.

"I forgot to say a few words, wait for me, soon."

"Ah."

Although Cheng Mo was puzzled, he avoided it calmly and did not eavesdrop.

He guessed that Ying Yang probably wanted to say something nasty, maybe a little sensational.

Let mother feel it for herself.

The truth is not far from what Cheng Mo expected.

"Auntie." After brewing for a while, Ying Yang squatted down again, "Don't blame Cheng Mo."

"There is also my mother's matter. She did something wrong. You can find her to settle the score. I will not excuse her or apologize for her. I just want to say..." Ying Yang said seriously, "She robbed your husband, but You have made a profit by posting your son instead. After all, your husband is unreliable, but your son is very real."

Ying Yang's firm words echoed in the wind, and the tip of the grass beside the tombstone was slightly bent, as if he was also moved by it.

Ying Yang used the usual routine on He Xiulan, and said to himself cheekily: "If you agree, I will call you 'Mom' like Cheng Mo from now on."

Seeing the warm wind blowing, the red candle in front of him still not extinguished, Ying Yang nodded with a smile, got up and bowed: "Thank you, Mom. I will not let you down."

……

Cheng Mo only saw Ying Yang's abnormal behavior, and couldn't help being curious after the rendezvous: "What did you say to my mother, why are you so polite."

Ying Yang was not ready to elaborate: "No, just worship."

Cheng Mo imitated him and squinted his eyes to look over: "Really?"

"Otherwise." After asking rhetorically, Ying Yang abruptly changed the subject, "Hey, do you want some flowers? My brother will buy them for you. How about buying enough 99 flowers to fill the whole room?"

Cheng Mo knew what he was thinking, but since he didn't want to say it, then he didn't ask, and it wouldn't be a big deal, so he cooperated and said, "I'll see you off, uh... Jiuduo."

No matter how you say it, he is also a man, and he is not obsessed with girls on small things like flowers. If Ying Yang also wants to experience a romantic feeling, he can be satisfied.

It's just that nine hundred and ninety-nine flowers are too expensive, and it's fun to buy a few.

Cheng Mo is too industrious and thrifty in managing his family, no wonder Ying Yang said to him: "So stingy?"

He doesn't appreciate saving him money.

Cheng Mo curled his lips and muttered in a low voice, "You can choose the most expensive one."

"No need." Ying Yang smiled generously, tilted his head to Cheng Mo's ear and said, "You have the best flower in the world, and you have already given it to me."

It took Cheng Mo a long time to react, and pushed Ying Yang away with a flushed face, took out the key from his pocket, trotted into the car, and let him bask in the sun for a long time before unlocking it.

Before they went to bed last night, they decided that they would have lunch at a restaurant near the school.

Seven years have passed, just like the photo studio downstairs will never be out of business, the fast food restaurant that Ying Yang used to frequent is still full of people.

Even the aroma of the food in the store has not changed.

Since the summer vacation of high school was later than that of junior high school, it was just in time for the lunch break. Cheng Mo had just found a seat and sat down when he heard the familiar bell from the opposite side.

Ying Yang parked the car at the gate of the school and lined up with other social vehicles, making sure that no one would copy the cards when school was over, so he walked in with the crowd of students.

Compared with Ying Yang, Cheng Mo had more chances to eat at home, so he didn't feel as deeply as him, so he quickly ordered the meal and waited quietly for him.

Hua Duo's eyes were dazzled, Ying Yang wanted to reminisce about everything, hesitated for a long time, finally made up his mind, attracted the boss while the students around seemed to be scrutinizing him, and handed him the checked menu.

Unexpectedly, not only did the boss here not change, but he even recognized Ying Yang: "You... used to be a student in No. [-] Middle School, right?"

"Yeah." Ying Yang smiled kindly, "I was ignorant when I was young, and I caused you trouble."

"Hi! Where are you talking!" The boss was so busy that he didn't have time to talk about the old days. He just waved his hand and was immediately called away by the next table. fold--"

"Thank you, boss." Cheng Mo couldn't help but roll his eyes with a smile after reaping the unexpected joy.

After the meal, the boss stuffed each of them with an apple, saying that there are not many students returning after graduation these years, so he should thank them for revisiting their hometown.

Cheng Mo and the others did not refuse, thanked the boss again and left together.

Putting the apple back in the car, Ying Yang took Cheng Mo's hand in the warm afternoon sun and walked slowly along the school's renovated fence.

"Do you want to go back and see the teacher?" Ying Yang asked.

"No way..." Probably because of the timidity of being close to the hometown, Cheng Mo is actually quite afraid of encountering the teacher by chance, "It's better to let them rest at ease for lunch, and it's a bit embarrassing for them to rush to the door after not contacting for so long."

"Yeah." Ying Yang didn't have a good relationship with the teachers, and Cheng Mo was so happy that he didn't think about it, "Then why don't you go in for a walk?"

"Can I get in?" After asking, Cheng Mo subconsciously glanced in the direction of the school gate and found that it was locked.

"Of course, I don't even look at what your brother Yang used to do." Ying Yang smiled conceitedly, and pulled him into the alley beside the school, "Come with me."

This... Could it be to take him over the wall? !

Those who know how to respond are none other than Cheng Mo.

The facts once again proved this point.

"It's here," Ying Yang paused under a tree with a crooked neck, looked around for a while, and sighed, "There is still no monitoring."

As a school bully who came late all day and climbed over the wall more than going through the main entrance, Ying Yang sometimes couldn't help but wonder if the principal just wanted them to climb over the wall.

Not over the wall, many years.

A school life that hasn't been a little bit like a eunuch is not complete.

"I..." Cheng Mo looked up at the fence that was half higher than himself, and there were spikes carved with dark flowers on the top, and he couldn't do anything, "I can't climb up."

Ying Yang sighed and bent slightly: "Come on, little Mozi, I will carry you on my back."

It's not easy for one person, let alone two.Cheng Mo looked at him suspiciously: "Can it work?"

Ying Yang no longer entangled with him about whether he could do it or not, and directly pulled him onto his back: "Clamp." In order to relieve his nervousness, he deliberately made a joke, "Or are you more used to being in the front?"

"...That's it." Cheng Mo wrapped his hands and feet tightly around Ying Yang, and buried his head deeply on his shoulder, like a sloth waiting in line for blood.

Two seconds later, Cheng Mo felt his body suddenly soaring into the air, the sound of wind passed by his ears, and there was a muffled sound below, and then his suspended heart fell back to the ground.

Opening his eyes, Cheng Mo found that even the dead branches on the ground should be avoided precisely.

Inside the fence is a quiet grove, extending from the playground all the way to the teaching building. The dense branches and leaves cut the scorching sun into fine spots. Not to mention that the security guards on the campus have to take a lunch break, even if they are patrolling outside, it is difficult for them to find anyone inside .

Qian Chengmo loves to sit under the tree near the playground and watch Ying Yang play.

Now the tree is still there, but Ying Yang is caught in his heart from a distance.

"How is it, Cheng Xiaomo." Putting the person on the ground, Ying asked triumphantly.

"That's amazing." Cheng Mo applauded perfunctorily.

Ying Yang lowered his head and bit his mouth, leaving a shallow mark.

Cheng Mo glanced at him, pursed his lips, and walked deep into the woods without saying a word.

Ying Yang followed up and put his arms around his shoulders: "Haven't you been in the woods?"

This area is a sanctuary for couples to have a tryst. Every evening when the study bell rings, many little mandarin ducks will go downstairs one after the other, and look around before sneaking in, trying to hide it.

Cheng Morao loves to sit in the classroom and read books between classes, and at most goes out to go to the bathroom, so that the teacher can rest assured.Ying Yang also liked to run outside at first, but later, in order to accompany Cheng Mo, he basically calmed down and only breathed in the corridor.

"No." Cheng Mo shook his head, "Have you been shopping?"

"It's not counting as a stroll. After climbing over the wall, you will pass by here." The hand on Cheng Mo's shoulder squeezed his earlobe, and Ying Yang said, "I'll keep it and go with you."

Cheng Mo was not easily overwhelmed by his rhetoric: "I even saw the classmate in the next class ask you to meet here after school."

Ying Yang frowned, he couldn't remember: "When?"

Cheng Mo thought for a while: "Second year of high school... the next semester."

I remember quite clearly.

"Then I didn't go." Ying Yang was not guilty at all, "From the second year of high school, I didn't go with you after school someday."

"A few times we didn't get together."

"Fuck, you care about it a few times." Ying Yang expressed his admiration, "Who would let those idiots from other schools find trouble all day long, leaving them free."

Now that he has come to this point, Cheng Mo just took the opportunity to ask the question that he has been curious about for a long time: "Do you think that you were...stupid like you used to be?"

It doesn't seem to make much sense to lead a group of younger brothers around to show off their might.

Ying Yang was silent for a while, and said truthfully, "...a little bit."

Compared with those encountered later, the fights in the school were completely petty fights.

It's embarrassing to say it.

After getting the real answer, Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing out loud.

After a while, the laughter still didn't stop, Ying Yang couldn't hold back his face because of his trouble, and strangled his neck hard: "Hey! Just laugh twice."

Ying Yang used ingenuity, Cheng Mo didn't feel the pain, he just tried his best to suppress his smile, which gave him enough face.

However, as he was walking, he glanced to the side inadvertently, and Cheng Mo smiled again as if he had been acupunctured: "Chi..."

Ying Yang let go of him helplessly, stopped in his tracks, and prepared to wait for him to finish laughing before leaving, otherwise he might attract security guards.

Cheng Mo thought to himself, maybe it would be better if he couldn't see Ying Yang's face, so he took half a step forward and hugged him, and wiped the wetness at the end of his eyes on his shoulder.

Ying Yang is used to making progress, and Cheng Mo took the initiative to throw himself into his arms, and he was also happy to bear it. Not only that, but he also treated him carefully, to see if he would dare to make fun of himself casually in the future.

"Do you know why the guy next door asked me to come to the grove?" Ying Yang deliberately lowered his voice and asked in Cheng Mo's ear.

Cheng Mo let him tease him so hard that his ears turned red, and he just kept shaking his head.

"Because the atmosphere here is good." Ying Yang said.

"What...atmosphere." Cheng Mo asked blankly.

Ying Yang made a fool of himself, and then pushed him up a tree.

"Cheat--"

Through a thin cotton T-shirt, Cheng Mo leaned against the solid tree trunk with his back, and the width of their embrace was enough to perfectly cover their figures.

At this time, a beam of light happened to land on Cheng Mo's nose, Ying Yang raised his chin slightly, and then moved to his bright red lips, like a small spotlight, making it the focus of Ying Yang's eyes.

Gently stroking Cheng Mo's chin with his fingertips, Ying Yang quickly entered the scene: "Cheng Xiaomo, why are you asking me out, eh?"

"Steal..." Almost being led away by him, Cheng Mo choked back a word in time, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"How do I know, you didn't ask me out."

Ying Yang supported Cheng Mo's ear with one hand, and pinched his chin with the other. Looking from Cheng Mo's perspective, the golden halo spread down, coating him with a hazy fringe, and he couldn't help but uttered a sentence: "Crying!" , coveting your beauty."

Hearing this, Ying Yang raised the corners of his lips: "And then."

Cheng Mo closed his eyes shamelessly.

The adam's apple couldn't help slipping, Ying Yang's breathing was tight and tight, and finally resisted the urge to kiss him, and said in a hoarse voice: "What do you mean by closing your eyes?"

Seeing that cheating doesn't work, Cheng Mo glared at him angrily: "I just... want you to kiss me!"

Ying Yang tilted his head, as if he couldn't figure it out: "Why should I kiss you?"

"Because you're my partner! Let's have an affair!" Cheng Mo said as he pulled his hand down and put it on his waist, while he wrapped his arms around his neck, and went down—

I got my wish and kissed.

Just like this, Cheng Mo was still puzzled, bared his teeth and kept biting his lower lip, like a small animal, the force was not heavy, but it was also a bit annoying.

And Ying Yang, as promised, not only didn't mind, but was bitten by Cheng Mo with a smile, gently licked his teeth, and rushed in with the tip of his tongue.

Gradually, Cheng Mo finally understood why the couples in the school always come here one after another.

Because it's really exciting.

The heart is full of hidden worries of being discovered at any time, but the surroundings are the faint fragrance of green grass, the warm sunlight, and the familiar kiss with scorching body temperature.

After a long while, thinking that if he kissed again, he would be shot, Ying Yang forced himself to leave, thinking that he had already had enough of the old addiction that could not be fulfilled, he tightened his grip on Cheng Mo's back, and rubbed it hard.

Cheng Mo was reminiscing about the kiss just now, and he was also reluctant to let go, and his tone was even full of attachment: "Only I can kiss you." As for other flowers and plants, they all stay aside.

Ying Yang indulged and said: "Well, I only give you a kiss, don't expect others."

Cheng Mo was satisfied.

After coming out of the grove, the two sneaked into the teaching building secretly.

Even though they knew that no one would pay attention to the surveillance at noon, they climbed up to the fifth floor as fast as they could and slipped through an unlocked fire door.

It is another sacred place besides the grove, and very few people know about it.

Since there are only two lecture halls on the fifth floor, if it is not for an event, no one will come up at all, and this small door is located in an inconspicuous corner, and even fewer people will push it open.

So this place has naturally become Ying Yang's secret stronghold, and it is also the place where he and Cheng Mo have the most memories of being alone.

There is a small section of stairs behind the door, leading to the roof.

When stepping up the steps, Cheng Mo felt nervous for no reason, and the palms of his clasped hands were sweating, so that he began to find nothing to say: "Ying Yang, what did you...prepare for?"

In this situation, guessing that he was referring to the confession that ended without a cause, Ying Yang was stunned, and deliberately teased him: "I won't tell you, I will guess for myself."

Cheng Mo couldn't figure it out.

Even after the reunion, there was no official statement between them.

Cheng Moyang said: "You can make up for me."

Ying Yang looked at him: "Shouldn't it be you who made up for me?"

In fact, Ying Yang just said it casually. If Cheng Mo is really curious, he doesn't mind going up and repeating it for him.After all, at the end of the day, they owe no one to anyone.

It's a pity that Cheng Mo was too honest, as soon as Ying Yang's words fell, he took it seriously, hesitantly looked at the iron gate above: "...that's fine." Before Ying Yang could stop him, he had already consciously let go of his hand and walked up After two steps, he turned his head again, "You won't sneak away, will you?"

Ying Yang laughed, took out the car keys and put them in his pocket.

Cheng Mo pursed his lips secretly, squeezed his trouser pocket hard, turned and ran up: "I need to get ready."

The iron door opened and closed, and Cheng Mo's figure disappeared in the sudden light.

Ying Yang stood there quietly, looking around.

Cheng Mo didn't know that the two walls next to him were covered with graffiti, and various spray paints and markers were his crime tools.

And in order to prevent Cheng Mo from accusing him of destroying the environment, he didn't write any vulgar love stories, but found some poems with Cheng Mo's name from the vast sea of ​​questions, and left "Cheng" or "Mo" blank. Come out, and wait for him to complete it silently in his heart; in addition, he also picked out a lot of relatively simple math problems and rewritten them so that all the answers became 520...

Combined, it is what he wants to reveal to Cheng Mo.

At first, he thought that even if Cheng Mo wanted to run away, he would be scared by his graffiti.Unexpectedly, he didn't even go upstairs, and killed his plan from the cradle.

But it's okay, now that I think about it, that's pretty vulgar, not much better than earthy love stories.

So it's not worth pity.

Cheng Mo's next "compensation" is more important.

While thinking this way, Ying Yang felt that the time was almost up. He took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording, locked the screen and put it back in his pocket, and pushed open the door of the rooftop with a look of expectation——

Standing in the bright sunlight with his back to Ying Yang, Cheng Mo heard the voice and turned around slowly.

The school has been refurbished, but it is still as it is in memory. No wonder Cheng Mo's eyes are a little red, and his cheeks are also slightly drunk. It seems to be hot, and there seems to be other reasons.

Cheng Mo stared at Ying Yang for a long time, probably getting encouragement from his eyes, suddenly changed his shy expression, put his hands around his mouth: "Ying Yang——"

"Hey."

"I—Cheng Mo, I've fallen in love with you! It's been a long, long time——"

Cheng Mo shouted with all his might.

"For the sake of bringing you food every day and helping you drive away the hooligans—would you like to be with me?! Ten years, 20 years, 30 years...until the next life, the next life—"

After a while, after confirming that Cheng Mo had finished speaking, Ying Yang narrowed his eyes that seemed to be hurt by the wind, and stretched out his arms and smile: "I am willing."

Under the clear sky, with the same smile in his mouth, Cheng Mo enthusiastically ran towards his destination and his future.

And Ying Yang will catch him steadily.

It seems like it will never let go.

The author has something to say: Positive!arts!over!Thank you Baby Meng for your company over the past two months! ! !Love you Moe!we!tomorrow!Fan!outside!See! ! !