Chi Guang

Mu Shihai didn't go to class.

When he reached the school gate, he turned around suddenly, took a taxi to the nearest hospital, and issued a leave note for acute gastritis, asking Tao Yiming for three days off.He didn't want to go home, and didn't want to find Ye Jing, so he simply went to the hotel to get a room, turned off his phone and disappeared in the most direct way.

He needs to be alone.

Locking the door and pulling up the curtains, sitting on the carpet, Mu Shihai took out a bottle of beer, bang——

He is a joke.

Could it be that for so many years, Mu Xingyong has been watching his resistance, dissatisfaction and anger with cold eyes, but in fact he has been secretly mocking him in his heart, ridiculing his overreaching. In the eyes of men, his so-called hatred and grievances are not worth mentioning, like An ant that can be crushed to death with a random foot on the side of the road, only he cares about those injuries and pains.

He has already passed the age of looking forward to his father's love. What is difficult to accept is his own stupidity. He underestimates the enemy. To fight against a person like Mu Xingyong, it is not enough to have a passion for it.Mu Xingyong was right, he didn't know his father, but his father didn't know him either.

Simply because he is still young and has a lot of time to grow up, one day he will be able to escape from this family and fight fire with fire.

Take a gulp of beer down your throat——

It's just that at that time, there should be no Xu Chichuan.

A surge of bitterness welled up in my heart, and even the beer in my mouth turned bitter.

I moved a box upstairs and didn’t know how much I drank. I woke up and drank, drank and slept again. Fortunately, the carpet was thick enough to sleep on the floor without feeling uncomfortable.

A long sigh came from the darkness.

"Cub -"

It's a pity they can't wear a school uniform anymore.

He had a dream.

Dreaming of Yang Shushu, Qin Sanyan, Ye Jing, Lu Miaoyi, Xie Zihuang, Huang Jing, Tan Qiyue, and Han Yu—everyone stood opposite him and looked at him with pity and pity.He wanted to get closer, but a large crack appeared in the ground out of thin air, making it impossible to get close.

"Mu Shihai."

When he turned his head, Xu Chichuan was stretching out his hand and smiling at him, but he was saying goodbye to him.He shook his head, wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, watched helplessly as the crack grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a cliff, Xu Chichuan kept backing away until he fell off the cliff.

With a bang, I bumped my head against the TV cabinet and woke up.

The phone was turned on, and the screen showed ten o'clock in the morning. I hadn't eaten anything and had a hangover all night. There was a burning pain in my stomach. Received like a tidal wave.

His eyeballs were bloodshot and his brows were full of haggardness. Mu Shihai held the phone in silence for a long time, then turned it to silent and put it back on the bed.

He wasn't that brave, he could face Xu Chichuan's disappointment and himself as an executioner who destroyed hope with his own hands.

He casually grabbed an open can of beer on the table and poured it in hastily. The discomfort in his stomach overwhelmed him so much that he couldn't straighten his back, but he reluctantly continued to drink it.

Pain is good, pain is the only way to let go.

Fortunately, he also had this sun for a short time.

He fell on the bed, spilled beer all over his body, his vision became blurred, the phone beside the bed flickered, forming a spot of light, the sheets were wet with cold sweat, he clutched his stomach, and took the phone with the last bit of strength: "Hello... "

What's so good about pain, some people don't know how to let go of pain.

When Mu Shihai answered the phone, Xu Chichuan was queuing up with Lu Miaoyi in the cafeteria.There was a broken vibrato from the other end of the phone, and I could barely hear the address. I hung up the phone and turned to leave, but Lu Miao grabbed her and said, "Where are you going?"

"Go find him."

"Are you crazy? There is still class in the afternoon."

"No more," Xu Chichuan looked at his widened eyes and repeated again: "No more."

"you……"

"Lend me your phone, and I'll return it to you tomorrow." Xu Chichuan patted him on the shoulder: "Just make up a reason for Lao Tao and me."

"Crazy," Lu Miaoyi murmured as he watched him run away, "I'm really crazy."

Jiang Huiyu appeared out of nowhere, biting her lip with red eyes: "Who is he looking for?"

Lu Miaoyi: ...Why are you reciting like this today!

In the taxi, Xu Chichuan gritted his teeth and thought of many ways to deal with people later. Forget it if he doesn't come to class, or turn off his mobile phone. At least let him know in advance so that he won't find someone to worry about!

Son of a bitch!

All emotions were extinguished the moment the door opened.

There was a strong and pungent smell of alcohol, the room was dark with no lights on, empty beer cans were scattered everywhere on the ground, Mu Shihai fell on the bed, clutching his stomach with pain in his face, unconscious personnel.

My heart tightened, I closed the door and rushed over: "Mu Shihai? Mu Shihai?"

"elder brother?"

The person in his arms moved, his head raised and his eyelids trembling slightly, his face was as fragile as a piece of white paper, and his breath was full of strong alcohol.

Pushing him to the middle of the bed, Xu Chichuan went to the toilet and twisted a wet handkerchief to wipe his face: "Why do you drink so much?"

The shirt was wrinkled badly, exposing the two collarbones under the collar. Xu Chichuan climbed onto the bed, unbuttoned it and continued to wipe it down until it reached his chest. Mu Shihai suddenly held his hand and said in a hoarse voice, "Zaizai? "

"I'm here," Xu Chichuan patted his head, "Why do you drink so much?"

Mu Shihai didn't answer, probably because he didn't hear him at all, he grabbed him and continued talking to himself: "I'm sorry."

"sorry."

"I didn't win."

"sorry."

"There is no half probability."

"I never beat my dad."

"sorry."

"I lied to you."

"I copied the title."

"Don't..." There was a trembling cry in the dry nasal voice: "Don't hate me."

"Don't hate me."

Xu Chichuan had never heard so many apologies, let alone Mu Shihai who apologized.

Mu Shihai should be cool, indifferent, willful, and proud, plus a little bit of duplicity, arrogance and childishness, but it is definitely not holding him with a painful expression on his face, like a very sour orange in his heart , Even the root of the tongue is astringent and bitter.

Xu Chichuan lowered his head and kissed the top of his head: "Don't say sorry;"

"after all……"

After all I like you so much.

I like your beautiful eyes, your cool and sassy pockets, your naive and proud temper, your back view of playing basketball, and everything about you that is indifferent and delicate.

He rummaged through all the known information in his memory, trying to find a reasonable word to explain this emotion.

It can only be like.

He likes Mu Shihai.

The two faced each other, breathing on the tip of the nose and lips. Mu Shihai suddenly opened his eyes and turned over and pushed him down. He grabbed his wrists with both hands and raised them to the sides of his head. His deep and moist eyes were bottomless. Before he reacts—

The cold lips have been pressed up.

"Well……"

The touch of ice and fire, the body is like being electrified, and it spreads quickly throughout the whole body. Young Master Mu has never kissed anyone, and his actions are all based on intuition and instinct. Start pestering.

Xu Chichuan felt as if he had broken into the territory of a wild beast, being suppressed and unable to move, he had no choice but to ask for whatever he wanted.

Mu Shihai's kiss came fiercely and viciously, as if it wanted to take away all his breath and air, until he drowned in this deep sea.

The heart of young people is like a raging fire that starts a prairie fire, burning up the sky in March.

After the kiss was over, both of them were sweating, panting and staring at each other, relatively speechless.

It was what Mu Shihai said first.

"Xu Chichuan."

The hoarse voice was a bit dark, and the dark eyes were as deep as a sea: "Do you know what we are doing?"

He circled Mu Shihai's neck and kissed his face forcefully: "I know."

"I'm a boy."

"Me too."

"No two boys kiss."

"There is now," Xu Chichuan looked at him fixedly, and repeated again: "There is now."

"My father forced me to go abroad."

"You just said that."

"I copied all my homework."

"I've said it before," Xu Chichuan kicked his leg, "We'll settle the score later."

"Or" Mu Shihai propped himself up, looked down at him from a high position, his arm muscles were tense, and his jaw raised a sharp line: "You can choose to stop."

"It's less than four months before the high school entrance examination. After four months, I can't give any reliable guarantees."

"You stop, I will accompany you." He tilted his head: "It will end with this kiss."

He closed his eyes, waiting to be pushed away.

But didn't wait.

Xu Chichuan turned his head and squeezed out two round dimples, earnest and brave.

"you are wrong."

"Not just four months."

Xu Chichuan corrected word by word: "There are still four months."

Four months is enough for a season of flowers.

"so--"

"Brother Shi Hai," Xu Chichuan blinked, cute and playful: "Are you in love?"

With a long sigh, like satisfaction or regret, his waist was firmly tightened by a pair of arms.

"talk!"