He likes you

Feng Xuan didn't sleep well, turned over twice in the middle of the night, and rolled onto Qiao Mo's body.

Qiao Mo gently put him back at first.Within a few minutes, he rolled onto Qiao Mo again, this time using both hands and feet, he hugged Qiao Mo tightly, so tightly that there was no room for Qiao Mo to move his hands.

Qiao Mo gave up struggling and let this man whose body was as hot as a warm water bag stick to his body for a whole night.

The next morning, Feng Xuan stretched her waist, yawned, and opened her eyes.He saw himself sleeping next to Qiao Mo.

The shock of the sudden explosion was like the winter thunder that suddenly sounded in the sky yesterday, Feng Xuan Gulu rolled under the bed and sat on the floor.

He patted his face with both hands four or five times, closed his eyes and shook his head, then opened them again, making sure it wasn't a dream, Feng Xuan was dumbfounded.

Wake up and the boss is sleeping next to him, and the boss is still him... He seems to be the object of strange feelings. What kind of horror love story is this?

Qiao Mo was awakened by his movement, rubbed his hair and got up, and said, "Morning." Still drowsy, his voice was slightly hoarse.

Feng Xuan was glued to her all night last night, but Qiao Mo didn't sleep very well.

Feng Xuan quickly looked around and confirmed that this was Li Yang's home, his surprise rose two degrees in an instant.

Why on earth did Qiao Mo appear here and sleep with him!

Feng Xuan didn't know if it was because of too much alcohol, her brain was still hurting, her memory was confused, and she couldn't remember anything clearly.

A terrible conjecture was born in his heart: Could it be that he got drunk last night and tied Qiao Mo back?

Qiao Mo yawned and got out of bed. The hem of his jacket fell from above his abdomen, covering his looming abdominal muscles.

"Why are you sitting on the ground?" He asked Fengxuan.

Feng Xuan got up stiffly, and faltered: "You...you..."

Seeing his messy hair upturned, Qiao Mo suddenly laughed.

Feng Xuan forgot what she wanted to ask, and asked strangely, "Why are you laughing?"

Qiao Mo walked over, helped him straighten his hair, and rubbed his head by the way: "Your hair is sticking up."

Mrs. Li knocked on the door outside: "Are you up? Breakfast is ready, get up and have breakfast soon."

Qiao Mo responded to Mrs. Li, and said to Feng Xuan, "Come out for breakfast." He opened the door first and went out.

Feng Xuan stood where she was, dumbfounded, and stroked her hair.

After Feng Xuan walked out of the room, she went straight into the bathroom and leaned her head against the wall.Hand turns on the water tap.

Cold water sprayed from the shower and poured over his still clothed body.

Feng Xuan stared at the small whirlpool of cold water flowing from the drain outlet on the ground, and said to himself: "I must not have woken up yet."

He took a cold shower to cool down without taking off his clothes.

Qiao Mo left after breakfast, and Feng Xuan didn't ask him what happened last night until he left.

Don't dare to ask, don't dare to recall.

He changed into clean clothes, took the big pyrene bear he won from the playground that day out of the closet, and rolled around on the bed while holding it.The memory stays in the figure of Qiao Mo in the sun when he got up this morning, and the appearance when he stroked his hair.

Li Yang came in after breakfast and asked him: "You didn't eat breakfast? It's almost getting cold. What are you holding that thing, don't let it stay on my bed at night, there are so many mites in it."

"Fart, it's clean. After I brought it back, I washed it twice and exposed it to the sun for two days."

"Is it made of gold? So precious?" Li Yang saw that there were a lot of things in the room, and wanted to tidy up a little.Drag a box of things from under the table.It was sent back by his father from the countryside.

"Oh, by the way, the thing I said I was looking for last time, I just found it for you now." Li Yang said as he opened the cardboard box and rummaged through the sundries inside.

Fengxuan felt that his statement was a bit strange, he sorted out his things, what did he mean to find out for him.Ignoring my cousin, Fengxuan let him mess around by himself.

"Yes, that's the fucking thing!" About half an hour later, Li Yang found a stack of comic magazines from the bottom of the box, "Weekly, boy, what is this word? J...u...m. ..p...Jiangpu, right? Weekly Shonen Jiangpu."

Feng Xuan immediately jumped up from the bed: "Young man jump!"

This was his faith-like existence when he was young!

Even after so many years, he still couldn't help being excited when he heard the whereabouts of the magazine again.

He ran to Li Yang, and Li Yang put the stack of at least twenty magazines on the table, pointed to the comic character on the cover: "I know the one wearing the straw hat, the one whose hand can extend two meters."

Fengxuan excitedly picked up one and looked through it. Although the comic plots here are not new, the value of these magazines is far more precious than the content.

Li Yang glanced at it and said, "It's all in Japanese, can you understand it?"

"What's wrong if you don't understand? I loved them back then, not what they said."

Li Yang coughed twice and squeezed his voice: "Hey, Ah, Souga. There is a place called Two-dimensional. Only in Two-dimensional can there be a beautiful world, huh?"

Feng Xuan had goose bumps all over her body: "Damn, did I talk like that back then!"

"You almost didn't talk like that when you had a second-grade illness back then."

"You haven't passed secondary school, how do you have these cartoons?" Feng Xuan asked.

"These are not mine." Li Yang said, "These are yours."

"When did I buy so many? You remember wrongly, I saw these things for the first time today."

Li Yang said: "You are viewing it for the first time today, but these things are indeed yours."

Feng Xuan was confused by his nonsensical words.

Li Yang laughed a few times, not wanting to go around in circles with him: "Qiao Mo sent you off."

Feng Xuan: "...?" His head seemed to be more foggy.

Li Yang said with a serious expression: "The year your father left, I was looking after your house. As soon as you and your mother left, he knocked on the door. He brought all these things and said A birthday present for you. I said you were not here, and he said that these things should be kept here, and I will hand them over to you when you come back. At that time, who was in the mood to care about these things, I just threw them on the table after he left Later, my mother went to help you clean up the house, thinking that these were left by me, and took them back. They were kept in our hometown for several years, and I always forgot to give them to you. "

Li Yang apologized, and looked at Feng Xuan's face after speaking.

Feng Xuan lowered her head and continued to flip through these comic magazines without speaking, but her movements became much, much slower.His expression seemed a little dazed.

Li Yang continued: "The first time I saw Qiao Mo here that day, I told him where I had seen him before. Now that I think about it, that was when I met him at your door. In fact, it has been many years Yes, I don't think he has changed much. When I saw him back then, he was so polite and polite. He told me very politely at that time, "Brother, please, please give these to Fengxuan." "

Mrs. Li called Li Yang outside and told him to go out and mop the floor.

Li Yang said irritably: "Here we come." He interrupted the past and reluctantly went out to mop the floor.

Feng Xuan happened to turn to the last page of the magazine in her hand.

There is a photo on the last page.

That year he reluctantly took the red headband Qiao Mo handed him, tied it on his forehead, and went to participate in the relay race.

He was upset that his plan of sneaking out to buy comics was spoiled by Qiao Mo, but standing on the field, he didn't hesitate.After taking over the baton, he sprinted to the next goal with all his might.

That scene was frozen in this photo, and now it appeared in front of his eyes.

Feng Xuan's hand that picked up the photo trembled slightly.

The thing in the chest was agitated.It was as hot as a small heater next to the bed, and as hazy as frost on the glass windows.