Misfiring

Since Cheng Mo said that he was thinking about Tony Stark, Ying Yang got into a fight with Iron Man again. Fei grabbed Cheng Mo and said that he would buy him a building, and also said that he would start growing a beard tomorrow.

Cheng Mo talked nonsense with him for a long time, and he said that the sleepy bugs in his mind were active, and he muttered that he wanted to sleep.

Ying Yang finally found a chance to intimidate him, and circled him to ask questions one after another:

"Say, do you want to find someone else?!"

"Not looking for..."

"Who do you like?!"

"you……"

"who I am."

"Ying..." Before finishing speaking, Cheng Mo fell asleep completely.

After all, Ying Yang didn't have the heart to wake him up, saved the secretly recorded voice, put the phone aside, lay down and closed his eyes.

After a while, as if he had something unfinished, he pulled Cheng Mo into his arms and kissed him on the forehead, then brushed the messy hair on his head, and then buried his face in his pillow, in a dream Li did not forget to continue to bully him, demanding his breath domineeringly.

The next day, as usual, Cheng Mo enjoyed a loving breakfast cooked by Ying Yang himself.

The fried poached eggs are plump, still runny, served with soft and delicious pumpkin pie and freshly squeezed orange juice. Cheng Mo secretly lamented that this is a day like a fairy.

It would be even better if the attractive man opposite could restrain himself a little.

Cheng Mo didn't even know when he bought such a revealing vest, just like a trainer in the gym, showing two muscular arms, which looked about twice as thick as his.

Finding that Cheng Mo's eyes fell on his hands, Ying Yang said modestly: "I haven't practiced for a long time, and I've been finer."

"..." Shut up, you.

Cheng Mo usually feels sore when he writes Braille on the blackboard and raises his hand for a long time, let alone going to the gym to open a card to ask for trouble.He likes his belly, which is as soft as a ball, and his big white legs that don't have any bumps and look well-proportioned.

Other men may train stronger to attract the opposite sex and better protect them, but he just needs to ensure that he will not be blown away in a typhoon.

Eating fat can also be done.

Thinking of this, Cheng Mo couldn't help but stuffed an extra piece of pumpkin pie into his mouth.Since it was morning, Ying Yang didn’t make the meal too greasy. The poached eggs were cooked slowly over water, and the pumpkin cakes were rubbed and then steamed in a steamer. Try to avoid the intake of oily smoke, which is in line with Cheng Mo’s advanced health regimen view.

Cheng Mo was eating happily, but Ying Yang put down his chopsticks and drank the orange juice in one gulp, then wiped his mouth: "Come and exercise with me after dinner at night."

"...No." He used to love to cat under the tree when he came to physical education class. The 1000-meter pre-class activity had killed half of his life, and he didn't have the extra energy to sweat profusely with other boys on the court.But he likes to watch Ying Yang play ball, and he likes to see him exuberantly excited, very lively, "I can urge you on the sidelines."

"I still need your supervision?" Ying Yang shook his head, "I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it in the future."

"What can't you bear?"

"I fainted after a few strokes during sex."

"Cough, cough cough..." Cheng Mo choked out of course.This time I choked a little hard, my whole nasal cavity was sour, and tears came out.

Ying Yang didn't mean to mention it on purpose, but just said it naturally when the context reached it.Pulling a tissue and handing it to him, he said, "You are too easily irritated."

Cheng Mo regained his strength after a while, finished drinking the orange juice without saying a word, and got up in a hurry: "I, I'm leaving."

After speaking, he picked up his bag, stepped on his shoes, opened the door and ran away, as if there was some scourge chasing him behind him.

From Ying Yang's point of view, Cheng Mo is a typical example of eating it up and then slipping away, which is not advisable, not advisable at all.When he comes back, he has to teach him a lesson and establish rules.

after all……

He also wants face!

After school in the afternoon, Ying Yang still went to Cheng Mo School to wait for him to get off work.

Cheng Mo forgot to ask how he got here yesterday, and didn't ask how he knew that he was teaching in No. [-] Middle School in the city. Now that he thought about it, he naturally asked.

Ying Yang turned on the air conditioner and was blowing on himself, and said calmly: "Guess. My wife is so good, so of course she has to be in a key school. I just checked the official websites of a few schools and found it in the teacher introduction." Your photos are taken in a rigid manner, which is really bluffing at first glance."

That photo is still stored in Ying Yang's cell phone. During the day, when Cheng Mo is not at home, he will take it out to look at it from time to time. Seeing it makes him think of others.

After hearing this, Cheng Mo just wanted to write a big convincing letter to him. Not being a private detective really blinded his "talent".As for the title of "wife", he unconsciously left it out.

The place for dinner was the noodle restaurant that Cheng Mo mentioned yesterday.

The noodle shop is not far from Decent, even across the street, and its name is "Youjian Noodle House".

Ying Yang was stunned when he saw it: "Fuck, why is it so familiar, have we been to his branch?!"

Cheng Mo corrected helplessly: "It was a porridge restaurant before."

"Then this is a cottage?" Ying Yang knew to keep his voice down when he entered the door.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence." Cheng Mo didn't care to delve into it, as long as it's delicious.

The restaurant was full of diners, a large number of whom were students from nearby schools, and there were no window seats left for them this time.

The two were led to sit down at a four-person table near the cashier. Ying Yang behaved more politely, pointed to the circle of school uniforms surrounding them and asked, "Hey, are there any students of yours in there?"

"I haven't found it yet." Cheng Mo rinsed the bowls and chopsticks carefully, as if performing some mysterious pre-dinner ritual, and explained while washing, "There are a lot of schools in this area, including primary and secondary schools, so we are not the only ones who come. "

"Really, the school badge is different."

"Well, our school is green, with a circle of olive branches surrounding the waves and the rising sun."

"It's quite artistic."

"It's okay, actually they are all the same." After washing the dishes, Cheng Mo handed the menu to Ying Yang, "See what you want to eat."

Ying Yang had lingering fears about the mysterious menu of the porridge restaurant before, thinking that if he couldn’t understand it, he would point to one and forget it to save embarrassment, but when he opened it, he was overwhelmed by the boss’s straightforwardness:

A bowl of beef noodles (three pieces of meat)

A large bowl of beef noodles (five pieces of meat)

A bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled cabbage (half scoop of pickled cabbage and half scoop of shredded pork)

A large bowl of shredded pork noodles with pickled cabbage (a spoonful of pickled cabbage and a spoonful of shredded pork)

……

The two restaurants are like a pair of CPs who love each other and kill each other. They have similar store names, but their menus are completely different in style. One is vulgar and the other is elegant. Together they compose an underground legend spread in the catering industry of City A.

Ying Yang ordered "a large bowl of beef brisket noodles" and "a large glass of iced cola", while Cheng Mo ordered "a bowl of fresh shrimp wonton noodles" and "a small cup of iced milk tea".

"I thought you would order hot milk tea."

"What's the point of having hot milk tea?" Cheng Mo curled his lips in disapproval.

"It seems that you are not particular about everything."

"Of course, I'm still so young."

I don't know if it's because the surroundings are full of students, but Cheng Mo's words and deeds are obviously much calmer, and he finally has the appearance of being a teacher in front of Ying Yang, as if the innocent and deceitful chicks are gradually hardening their wings, and one of them can't stand it. It's like flapping your wings and flying away.

This is another side that Ying Yang has never touched before. It is not a disguise of sophistication, but purely a part of the mature individual he is now.

His cognition lacks the link that accompanied Cheng Mo's growth to this point, so he feels a bit abrupt right now, as if he was bound by the beautiful virtue of respecting his teacher, and suddenly there is an extra door on his mouth, and he understands what he said What to say and what not to say.

Even though bullying a teacher in front of the students is exciting to think about, Ying Yang still suppressed himself, took a sip of tea silently, swallowed inappropriate dirty words, and said that men are good at face, in case there is him later students come in?In such an occasion, he couldn't dismantle Cheng Mo's platform, he had to help maintain his image.

Ok.

He is really the representative of a good husband in the new era.

Ying Yang's premonition came true.

After all their meals were served, Ying Yang caught a glimpse of two boys coming in from the door, one of them was tall, wearing a school uniform, but his hair was dazzling golden brown, and there was a black earring on his ear. Can be seen from a distance.

The other one is carrying a schoolbag in a regular manner, his height only reaches his shoulders, his complexion is very fair, and he looks very well-behaved. At this time, he seems to have a slightly surprised and troubled expression on his face because the store is full of people .

The reason why Ying Yang paid attention to it was because they had a bright green patch on their chests, which was different from the blue and red ones in the store.

"What are you looking at?" Cheng Mo turned his back to the door, ignorant of what was going on behind him.

"Olive branches, waves and morning sun."

If they were not in a crowded noodle restaurant right now, Cheng Mo would have thought they were watching the sunrise on a certain beach abroad.Following Ying Yang's line of sight and looking back, Cheng Mo thought at first that he might not know the person who came in, but who knew that both of them were familiar faces who just met today——

Gong Tong and Chen Jingwen, who are also in the third grade (2) of junior high school.

Gong Tong came to this noodle shop for the first time.

He never knew that the business of a restaurant could be so full that there was not even an empty table. If Chen Jingwen hadn't said that he would come, he probably would never have entered such a place in his life.

"There's no seat left, let's go, I'll treat you to some Japanese food." Right now, he finally had an excuse to take Chen Jingwen away.

"Hey wait, that's... Teacher Cheng?" Just as Chen Jingwen was about to be dragged away by Gong Tong, his eyes met Cheng Mo who had turned his head, and tentatively beckoned to him, and Cheng Mo beckoned them to go over. .

"Damn, it's true." Gong Tong subconsciously felt embarrassed, but after seeing a strange man sitting opposite Cheng Mo, he suddenly became interested, "Go, let's take a look." Instead, he dragged Chen Jingwen away quickly past.

"Teacher Cheng, what a coincidence." Gong Tong had a secretive smile on his face, and only Cheng Mo could understand the deep meaning in the smile.

"Hello, teacher." Chen Jingwen greeted him obediently.

"There are no seats anywhere else, why don't you just sit here." Cheng Mo ignored Gong Tong's joke, nodded to Chen Jingwen, and asked them to sit down as if nothing had happened.

"Will it bother you?" Chen Jingwen couldn't help feeling presumptuous when he saw that the man opposite Cheng Mo was not a teacher at their school at all, but obviously his private friend.

"What's the matter, sit down and go home early after eating."

Ying Yang also said: "It's okay, sit down."

"Then, thank you teacher." Chen Jingwen stopped being entangled, and took advantage of the opportunity to sit next to Cheng Mo, leaving the seat next to Ying Yang for Gong Tong to enjoy.

After finishing the courtesies, Cheng Mo ate the noodles without saying a word, while listening to their discussion about ordering.

It turned out that Chen Jingwen was delayed so late today because he stayed for the poster, and his mother just invited someone to play cards, so he decided to let him settle the dinner outside by himself.

As for Gong Tong, his father probably didn't have time to take care of him. Even if he found out that his son was an unacceptable homosexual, he still couldn't spare time for rectification.

Glad and sad.

While thinking silently like this, Cheng Mo's feet seemed to be hooked by something suddenly.Looking up, Ying Yang winked at him vaguely.

"..."

This person is really, he can't do anything on the surface, but he doesn't forget to harass people under the table.

Cheng Mo stepped on him lightly: I'm annoying you.

Ying Yang pretended to show a pained expression, and his acting skills were so exaggerated that Cheng Mo couldn't help laughing.This time the movement was a bit loud, and after laughing, he found that the three people on the table were all looking at him.

"Cough, I suddenly remembered something interesting." Cheng Mo picked up the milk tea and took a sip to hide it.

Chen Jingwen didn't dare to ask, but Gong Tong said without hesitation: "Teacher, is this your friend?"

"Ah, friend."

"The one you told me about last time?"

Before Cheng Mo answered, Ying Yang couldn't help asking: "Did you mention me to the students?"

"No." Looking at the two equally difficult people on the opposite side, Cheng Mo resorted to the classic denial Erlian, "No."

"I'm talking about the first one, not the last one." Gong Tong added ambiguously.

"Yes, no."

"Neither?"

"neither."

"Teacher, then you are not being kind." After finishing speaking, Gong Tong turned to Chen Jingwen to confirm, "You won't do this, right?"

"Ah?" Chen Jingwen looked confused.

"Can I ask, what charades are you playing?" Ying Yang looked sideways at Gong Tong with great interest, although there was a slight smile on his face, his eyes were full of oppression.

Gong Tong was a little overwhelmed, and subconsciously avoided his gaze: "No, it's nothing."

Ying Yang looked back at Cheng Mo again.Of course Cheng Mo was embarrassed to say, "He mistook you for my boyfriend under my deliberate misleading", and only emphasized: "It's okay!"

"Oh——" Ying Yang smiled slightly, "Then let's go home and talk about it."

Hearing this, Gong Tong suddenly looked over again, his eyes were as dangerous as Ying Yang's just now: "Teacher?!"

"..." Cheng Mo was dumbfounded.In order to prevent Gong Tong from leaving the impression that "gays love messing around", after careful consideration, he was finally forced to admit it helplessly, "Oh yes yes yes, it's the insider!"

"Oh—" Gong Tong asked again unwillingly, "Then, that?"

"Just this one!" Cheng Mo knew he was talking about Lin Jingze, because in the end he gave him a business card of Lin Jingze.I don't know if this little bastard is deliberately making trouble or if I didn't confirm it at the beginning, he misunderstood him. In short, he is annoying, just like Ying Yang.

If things continue like this, he might be able to get someone to beat him when he walks on the street in the future.

"Oh——" Gong Tong didn't expect Cheng Mo to be slandering him, so he cast a last glance at Ying Yang and choked out two words, "Very good."

Chen Jingwen looked at Gong Tong and then at Cheng Mo, confused and confused.

Cheng Mo didn't know how he came to the conclusion, but fortunately, what he and Chen Jingwen ordered were served, which just happened to stop him from saying, "Here comes the noodles, eat quickly."

After that, everyone basically didn't talk much, Chen Jingwen was originally a quiet temperament, but Gong Tong was affected by Ying Yang's influence, so he rarely restrained himself, and he was even more peaceful than when he was in front of his father.

If his father sees this, he will probably have to invite Ying Yang back to calm him down.

Cheng Mo was afraid that Chen Jingwen would be uncomfortable, so he specially speeded up his meal. A bowl full of noodles was finished in a short while, and the milk tea was also drunk in the process.

And Ying Yang was already waiting for him.

He eats fast, but because of his good-looking face, not only does it not look vulgar, but it is often pleasing to the eye.Seeing Cheng Mo's thoughts, Ying Yang took the initiative to say after paying the bill: "Let's go."

"Yeah." Cheng Mo wiped his mouth and said to the two people beside him, "Eat slowly, I'll go back first."

"bye."

"Goodbye, teacher." Chen Jingwen waved obediently, in stark contrast to Gong Tong's heartlessness.

After going out, the cold wind blew, and Cheng Mo cleared his mind.

Ying Yang hooked him and asked: "That kid is crooked too, did he go to you for consultation?"

Guess right.Cheng Mo was about to reply, but a thought suddenly flashed in his mind as if reminded by him.He turned around and took a look into the steaming shop, just in time to see that after they left, Gong Tong spread his legs freely, and smiled and put a piece of meat into Chen Jingwen's bowl.

I hope he thinks too much.

but……

"He likes that good baby opposite?" Ying Yang also saw this scene.

Cheng Mo withdrew his gaze and let out a worried sigh: "I hope not."

"If you like it, you will like it, what's the matter." Ying Yang is quite open-minded.

"...It's too difficult." Cheng Mo said after a while.

It was even more difficult than Ying Yang pressing him down like he was drunk.

"As long as you are firm, it's not difficult." Ying Yang unexpectedly said something quite philosophical.

Cheng Mo was noncommittal.

Everyone's situation is different, and everyone has their own encounters. He has no way to express his views from the standpoint of Gong Tong or Chen Jingwen.

His own feelings are still a mess.

Because there were many things in his mind, Cheng Mo was worried that someone would accidentally stray off the road later, standing by the car, he grabbed the car keys anxiously: "Have you taken the driver's license test yet?"

"Probably took the exam."

"Then do you remember how to open it?"

"If you want me to remember, I will remember." The street lamp cast a dim yellow halo, Ying Yang turned his head to look at Cheng Mo, "Tired?"

"A bit."

"Okay, remember." Ying Yang took the car keys, first helped Cheng Mo to the passenger seat, and then walked around to the other side to open the door and start the car.

Ying Yang felt as chic as he was driving, with only his left hand on the steering wheel, and the other hand reaching out to Cheng Mo to hold his hand after he put into gear: "You don't need to be influenced by them."

Cheng Mo shook his head and denied: "No, I'm just sleepy." After finishing speaking, he put Ying Yang's hand back on the joystick, lowered the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes, "Sleep for a while."

"Okay, I'll call you when I get home." Ying Yang didn't bother him anymore, but turned down the air conditioner a little.

"Ah."

The mottled light shadow fell on the face and passed by with the speeding of the car, like a light that was hard to grasp no matter how hard you struggled.

After a long while, Cheng Mo quietly opened his eyes, peeked at Ying Yang for a few seconds in the turbulence, imprinted his focused and handsome outline deeply in his mind, and then closed them again without saying a word, with some unwillingness And hope to sleep lightly.

The author has something to say:

There are talented people from generation to generation, maybe you will see the shadows of Xiaogong and Wenwen in Xiaogong and Wenwen silently. Sigh, everyone needs to comfort Xiaomobao to be good QAQ