He likes you

It was raining non-stop, He Yao didn't go out for the whole month, the farthest place was to go to the supermarket.Go out to buy vegetables with Shang Yan during the day, and watch TV together after dinner at night.

He did it too many times on the first night, and He Yao, who experienced this kind of thing for the first time, couldn't bear it physically.After resting for a few days, the two restrained contact.One night, I did it again.

This kind of intimate contact between two men is not as uncomfortable and terrifying as He Yao imagined before.After the mood reaches a high point, he can also enjoy it.

Although it is not as frequent as having to come back every day, it is often tired and crooked, and there are always unexpected times.Sometimes in the kitchen, sometimes in the living room, sometimes on the desk.

Later, He Yao simply made an appointment with Shang Yan for a fixed time, and they did it in so many places, but no one was as comfortable as a bed.

The days of darkness continued until the second month, when the dark clouds in the sky parted, and the long-lost sunlight came out thinly and densely.

He Yao drove out and yawned three or four times on the way. He didn't go out to work for a long time, his biological clock was messed up, and the hour hand stopped at every turn.A point of energy, a point of sleepiness.

He has prepared a new whipped cream ice cream for a whole month, and he will move out today to try to sell it.Shang Yan's craftsmanship is better than him, so this matter is left to Shang Yan to do.

"Make it look better, customers want to buy it more. You can make it... a flower shape." He Yao said to Shang Yan, who was preparing the new ice cream, and then went to clean up the newspaper racks outside that were messed up by customers.

After tidying up the newspapers and periodicals outside, the first thing He Yao did when he ran into the ice cream truck was to ask, "Is it ready?"

Shang Yan showed him the cream ice cream in the bowl: "It's done like this." The flowers are not like flowers, the shape of the cream can't stand upright, it's a mess like a pot of grass.Shang Yan simply drew a funny smiling face on it with jam.

He Yao smiled and patted him on the back: "You did it on purpose!"

While hiding, Shang Yan said innocently: "It's really not..."

The woman had already walked to the ice cream truck while they were joking.

She stood silently for a moment, poked her head out, and carefully looked at the face of one of them.After repeated confirmation twice, the voice called softly: "Shang Yan."

Their laughter stopped abruptly, and they both looked at the woman who was talking at the same time.

The woman was wearing a purple coat, a hat, delicate makeup, and very thin eyebrows.She looks nothing like an older middle-aged woman.If it wasn't for the "Mom" that Shang Yan blurted out, He Yao wouldn't have believed that she was the mother of a 19-year-old boy.

Shang Junmei took a step forward, and a smile appeared on her red lips: "So you are here." She spoke very softly, her voice was always very soft, as if she was afraid that if she said a heavy word, she would hit someone, "Shang Yan, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Shang Yan pursed his lips, looked away from the woman, hiding a trace of shame.But he didn't seem to want to face the mother.

He Yao's silence didn't last long, he put on a toothy smile.The embarrassment of the atmosphere made his smile look unnatural: "Hello, Auntie."

Shang Junmei nodded to him: "Hello."

Shang Yan turned his back and continued to make his cream ice cream, separating himself from his mother with his back.

Shang Junmei looked at his back for half a minute, and said: "You are busy, I will not disturb you. I will come to you when you are not busy." Even after saying this, Shang Yan didn't give a word. Meaning she responded.

Shang Junmei sighed imperceptibly, and she asked He Yao: "Sir, are you living with him now?"

He Yao said, "Yes."

Shang Junmei took out a small notebook and a pen from her bag, handed it to He Yao and asked, "Can you give me your phone number?"

"Okay." He Yao took the pen and wrote two numbers on the notebook.Without writing the water, he looked at the woman embarrassedly.

Shang Junmei knew that the nib of his pen was turning in the wrong direction, but she didn't tell him.Instead, he took back the small notebook and pen, and smiled: "You tell me, I'll write it down."

He Yao: "184..."

The traffic lights at intersections have always been annoying, 60 seconds for a green light, 120 seconds for an amber light, and 60 seconds for a red light.He Yao stepped on the end of 130 seconds and hit the head of Ten seconds. The [-]-second waiting time made him pat the steering wheel unhappily.

His hands were on the steering wheel, fingers idly grasping the raised sign on it, and he glanced sideways at Shang Yan.

Since Shang Yan saw Shang Junmei, he has not said a word until now.

He Yao almost hesitated for half of the time waiting for the red light, and then summoned up the courage to ask, "Why are you ignoring your mother?"

Shang Yan's face was stuffy like a child's.Jiu Jiu finally gave the answer: "We rarely talk to each other. I don't know what to say to her."

After Shang Yan said this, He Yao didn't know whether to continue asking, what to ask.

Time passed by like a second, and He Yao still asked: "You have been out for so long, don't you miss her?"

"think."

"Then why aren't you... unwilling to go back and see her?"

The appearance of Shang Junmei made He Yao a rare opportunity to ask about Shang Yan's life experience.

"I thought about going back. But, I'm afraid that after I go back," Shang Yan's "later" paused for a long time, his voice lowered, "I won't be able to see you again."

The green light just turned on, and the car behind him honked to urge He Yao to leave quickly.He Yao lost the intention to gossip, so he hurriedly drove the car through the traffic lights and turned into another street.

The sound of the whistle overshadowed Shang Yan's last words, and He Yao forgot to pay attention to it for a moment.

At night, an unfamiliar phone number called He Yao's cell phone.

He Yao thought it was an advertisement call, so he didn't want to answer it.I suddenly remembered the woman today, and hurriedly pressed the answer button when the ringtone was about to end.

"Mr. He, hello." On the phone, Shang Junmei spoke softly.

He Yao responded politely: "Hello." He looked for Shang Yan, but he couldn't find him in the living room, and then he remembered that Shang Yan went to the bathroom to take a shower.

"I am Shang Yan's mother."

"Auntie, I know."

"Sorry to bother you so late."

"It's okay. Auntie, do you have anything to ask him? I'll let him answer the phone." He walked to the door of the bathroom and was ready to knock on the door to let Shang Yan out.

"No, don't let him listen." Shang Junmei said hastily.

He Yao's hand that was about to knock on the door stopped and put it back on his thigh.He walked back to the sofa in the living room. He felt that talking to this aunt always required a sigh of relief.Unknowingly, his nerves became a little tense, and he hung his breath, and asked softly like the other party: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"I have something to tell you." Shang Junmei took a deep breath.

He Yao was waiting for what she said.

After she took a deep breath: "I want to ask you, can you take him home?"