serious about love

When the banquet was finished, the mother shouted, and two people suffered from insomnia that night.

One is Zhou Cui, the boy dared to shout like that, it must be because his son gave him enough confidence and sense of security.

In other words, these two eighteen or nineteen-year-old children are standing at the end of one stage of life, and are about to rush to another stage. Everything is unknown and full of too many variables and temptations. Instead of being confused and hesitant, they have already Decided to travel together.

Not only the next stage, but also the ups and downs of the next few decades, we have to face it together and support each other for the rest of our lives.

As a failed mother who has been going crazy on and off for five years, Zhou Cui hopes that her son will have what he wants and live happily and well.

Look forward, all look forward.

Zhou Cui tidied up her clothes and got out of bed, tied her long hair behind her shoulders with a headband, opened the curtains to let the moonlight shine in, and then moved a small stool to sit in front of the easel, turning on a small lamp to draw.

The painting is the sky after the rain, the dark clouds recede, and the rainbow is gorgeous.

Zhou Cui's brushstrokes are more delicate than usual. When drawing a rainbow, every stroke is very gentle.

It seems that the rainbow in the brush is a hard-won color in the darkness, full of her expectations and blessings.

-

Another insomniac was Jiang Muxing. In the middle of the night, he propped his head up and looked at the young man next to his pillow. There was no sleepiness in his eyes, only strong emotions that were hard to see during the day.

Jiang Muxing stared at the young man for a long time, got out of bed and poured a glass of water to drink, and his mind once again played back the appearance of him calling the name, lowering his eyes and smiling, pretending to be calm.

Just like last year after school, the teenager came to his seat with a math paper for the first time and asked him to talk about the topic.

On the surface, it looks relaxed and natural, but in fact, he is carefully hiding his nervousness, flustered, but firm.

Such courage and determination are precious.

After Jiang Muxing finished drinking the water, he arranged the large and small dolls that were swaying by the wall one by one. He straightened up and stood by the window to look at the night sky. The moon was bright and clear, and the sky was full of stars.

Tomorrow will be fine weather.

-

It was very late at night, Jiang Muxing lay back on the bed, turned on the MP4, plugged in the earphones, and waited casually for the dawn while listening to the songs that the boy liked to listen to.

Time goes by very slowly and gently, for fear of disturbing anyone's dreams.

Yan Hao dazedly scratched his stomach, put one foot on Jiang Muxing's waist, and almost lay on the side of the bed.

Jiang Muxing fished him back, held his head up, and put it lightly in his arms.

Yan Hao rubbed Jiang Muxing's arm, and soon became honest, breathing with his mouth slightly open, snoring softly.

Jiang Muxing stretched out two fingers, lifted his chin up, and let him close his mouth.

After a while, Yanhao uttered a dream: "Dongfang Bubai, you and Linghu Chong are walking together, you must be proud of the Jianghu..."

I don't know what else to say later, but it's all contained between my lips and teeth.

"..."

Jiang Muxing lowered his head, and as soon as his lips touched the boy, he heard him shout: "Jiang Muxing, the chicken leg is mine!"

The look was very excited, his brows were furrowed, and he swiped his hand several times in mid-air.

Jiang Muxing didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "When is it not?"

Yan Hao carelessly imitated Jiang Muxing, and hugged him, not sure if he regarded it as a big chicken leg, or if the scene in his dream had changed, a clean and satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"mine……"

Jiang Muxing shaved the boy's face: "Well, yours."

-

Yan Hao's toothache happened just a little bit, and he developed a sty on his left eye.

Jiang Muxing asked for half a day's leave to take him to the hospital, but he resisted all the way. After the registration, his face under the mask didn't look any better.

"It will be fine in two days, and there is no need to see a doctor."

Yan Hao patted his legs childishly with both hands, and said unwillingly: "Why don't we go back."

Jiang Muxing closed his eyes and meditated.

Yan Hao looked up at the number display on the wall, and murmured: "My name is at the very bottom of the queue, and I don't know how long I have to wait. Instead of waiting here, why not..."

Jiang Muxing got up: "Let's go."

Yan Hao's eyes lit up, and he quickly followed Jiang Muxing.

Not long after, Yan Hao stood downstairs in the hospital, looking at Jiang Muxing.

"Didn't you say go back?"

"Let's go."

"Isn't it a meaning?"

"No."

"..."

Yan Hao squatted on the ground.

Seeing his anger, Jiang Muxing twitched his lips slightly: "There are many ginkgo trees in front."

Yan Hao was not interested at all: "It only grows leaves, but no fruit."

Jiang Muxing squinted his eyes: "It seems to have grown."

Yan Hao immediately stood up and strode over to look. It was the first time in his life that he saw the fruit on the ginkgo tree, and it was full of branches.

Every tree has it.

Yanhao came to his senses and took Jiang Muxing's mobile phone to take a picture of the ginkgo fruit: "Can I eat it?"

Jiang Muxing shook his head: "Not yet."

The interest in the banquet suddenly shrank sharply: "Oh."

"You stand here," Jiang Muxing pointed to a dappled light and shadow, "I'll take a picture of you and the ginkgo tree."

Yan stood over cooperatively, covering the sty eye with his hand.

Jiang Muxing asked him to smile, and he bent his eyebrows and eyes, showing his white and neat teeth, and his body was covered with sunlight, making him smile brightly and dazzlingly.

-

The reason why Yanhao refused to see a doctor was not because he was afraid of trouble, but because some things on the Internet frightened him.

For example, incision and drainage, injection of anti-inflammatory injections on the eyelids and so on.

Fortunately, his condition did not reach that level, the doctor just prescribed ointment and eye drops for him.

The mood of the banquet turned from cloudy to sunny, and took Jiang Muxing to the cake shop, looking at it all the way and picking it up, and the small plate was soon full.

Jiang Muxing frowned: "How can you eat so many sweets if you have a toothache?"

"It's all bought for you to eat," Yan Hao said in a low voice, "If you eat it, I'll kiss you, it means I've eaten it."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

Yan Hao winked at him and praised me.

Jiang Muxing took the plate in his hand and went to the front desk to line up to pay the bill.

Yan Hao left the cake shop, idly watching the people coming and going on the street, a man and a woman appeared in his vision, the figure of the man was so familiar, he made a phone call.

The figure not far away, Comrade Yang Congyang stopped and took out his mobile phone, but he couldn't make out the expression.

Yan leisurely asked, "Where is it?"

"Just after school," Yang Cong said, "Where do you think I am?"

Yan Hao sat on the big round stone by the roadside: "I don't know."

Yang Congzhong was very angry: "The carport."

"Oh, so." Yan Hao elongated his voice, "I'm telling you..."

Yang Cong had a bad feeling when he heard his demonic tone: "What's the matter?"

Yan Hao lowered his voice mysteriously: "I saw a man on the street who looks exactly like you. Do you think he came from a parallel world?"

Yang Cong turned around immediately.

Yan Hao smiled and waved to him.

-

Yang Cong bid farewell to his female companion who was holding a large ball of marshmallows, and strode through the crowd to Yanhao.

"Good lord, you're good at playing."

"So-so," Yan Hao rummaged through the shopping bag and gave him a bottle of soda, "When did you start to get mad about your new relationship?"

Yang Cong babbled: "Fart, it's my mother's daughter."

Yan Hao recalled the situation when the girl turned around just now, and gave a comprehensive evaluation: "Skin fair and beautiful."

"Tsk," Yang Cong said, "I don't feel it."

Yanhao looked back at Jiang Muxing in the cake shop, turned around and said, "Because you don't have a melon face?"

"Fuck, am I so superficial? The melon-seeded face is just the first impression, and the ones who can really communicate in depth are all for the three views and character..."

Yang Cong thought of his rotten first love, half of his face was livid, and he had an ugly expression of eating a peach halfway through, and he took a big sip of soda, wiped his mouth rudely, and changed the subject: "Can you Can you guess why that girl likes to eat cotton candy?"

Yan Hao casually said: "Like listening to "Cotton Candy"?"

Yang Cong stared at him.

Yan had a complicated face: "Isn't it? You guessed it right?"

Yang Cong made it more complicated: "Yes."

Yan Hao was dumbfounded: "...very individual."

"Passing by a milk tea shop, she said that the name of the shop was not good, and then she began to analyze, from poetry to Chinese composition, from Chinese composition to philosophy of life."

Yang Cong jumped up and spit at Xingzi with blue veins: "It's not over yet. My sister finally went into the store and bought a cup of milk tea. Pearl milk tea doesn't need pearls. Do you think this time is over when you hear this? No, she told me how hard pearls are." Eat, and start half a street of nonsense."

"I'm going fucking crazy, really, man, I wish my ears were two pendants for the first time."

Yanhao suppressed a smile: "Miserable."

Yang Cong felt aggrieved, and he wiped his face like a frightened little girl, and said a lot of blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

After listening to the banquet, he decided that the two were not suitable. Single men and women all over the world wanted to find someone who matched their three views. It was too difficult, so he gave a small tissue.

Yang Cong: "Why, I didn't cry."

Yan Hao: "Wipe your drool, you son of a bitch, the pants are almost ready to be wrung out."

Yang Cong: "..."

The surroundings are very noisy, and the beauty of the sunset is diluted by the bustle.

Yan Hao couldn't understand: "Cong Cong, you are about to take the college entrance examination, why did your mother introduce you to a girl at this time? Did she watch some TV again?"

"puff"

Yang Cong took a gulp of soda and said, "Which great immortal sect do you worship?"

Yan Hao glanced at the queue at the cake shop: "It's time to go to Jiang Mu, so hurry up and tell me."

"A youth idol drama, about the male and female protagonists from school uniforms to wedding dresses and suits, my mother was bewitched."

Yang Cong smirked at a girl who was peeking at him, making her feel embarrassed, and she didn't dare to look at him again before she looked away: "She also wanted her son to be like a female student, and it happened that her poker friend thought the same, so The two hit it off immediately and twisted melons."

Thinking of Huang Xu and his girlfriend, Yan Hao scratched the tip of his nose: "There is no fate, sooner or later we will break up."

"No."

Yang Cong was puzzled. He was a handsome guy with a height of more than 1.8 meters, who could play basketball and fight, but in his mother's eyes, he was a poor guy who couldn't find a girlfriend.

The big round stone was too hard, Yan Hao's butt hurt from sitting, he got up and stretched his legs: "Cong Cong, you have a good talk with your mother, and let her stop thinking about matching you and that girl, so that you don't feel bad, and don't do it in the future." You are only nineteen after you have done this kind of thing, and you are very popular, so I can testify for you for free because of my friendship with you for more than ten years."

Yang Cong couldn't put it into words: "I'm afraid it will make a quarrel..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Muxing came out of the shop with a cake in his hand.

Yang Cong drank the remaining soda in a few sips, and threw the empty bottle away.

-

Yang Cong came to the door at night, and the second son wrote "hard work" on his face.

Yanhao made eye contact with him, and would throw his slippers for him without asking anything.

"The quilt and pillow are all in the cabinet, you take it yourself."

Yang Cong entered his own house, closed the door and changed his shoes, and went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator as soon as the backpack was put away, looking for carrots to eat.

"Where's Jiang Mu pedestrian?"

"bath."

Yan Hao sat back on the sofa and folded the clothes.

Yang Cong washed the carrots and came out: "Hey, good brother, I'm folding clothes."

I'm too lazy to take care of the banquet.

Yang Cong sat down on the floor and found that something was missing on the wall: "Why did you tear up your study schedule?"

Yan Hao folded the shirt in half: "I won't review anymore."

Yang Cong took a bite of the carrot with a "click" and said while chewing, "Are you fully prepared?"

"That's enough, the rest depends on character."

Yan Hao took the clean pajamas and boxers from the sofa, carried them to the bathroom.

Yang Cong stopped him: "Isn't Jiang Muxing inside?"

Yanhao kept walking: "Yes."

Yang Cong roared: "Then you go in too?"

Yan Hao is inexplicable: "I take a shower with my boyfriend, can't I?"

Yang Cong: "..."

What a fucking retarded question.

Yang Cong clenched his fist and coughed twice, saying seriously, "I'm here tonight."

The implication is that you should pay attention and don't make any big noises.

Yan Hao sincerely gave him advice: "You can pretend that you are not here."