Indigo

He looked down on my mother, hated her, and by the way also hated me who was born by my mother." Pu Ling looked at the ground with some ecstasy, "I don't understand why he hates me so much and came to me. "

Miyano looked at Pu Ling, a little speechless.He has never experienced a family, and apart from Luo Ying, he has no concept or memory of his parents. Miyano can't empathize with what Pu Ling said, only knowing that he must be very uncomfortable.

"If you don't understand it, don't think about it," Miyano squeezed his palm in his pocket, "You are more than half an adult, it's up to you to decide what to do, and he can't interfere."

Pu Ling looked up at him and nodded: "Yes."

"If you really don't want to see him, next time he comes to you, you tell me." Miyano said.

"I can solve it myself." Pu Ling said.

"Okay, then you can solve it yourself." Miyano nodded, and suddenly thought of something, "Let's not talk about this, let me tell you, my ID card expired a while ago, and I just got a new one yesterday, let me show you handsome face."

Pu Ling took the ID card and glanced at the photo. The photo was taken about a month ago, before Miyano had her hair cut.

He couldn't help raising the corner of his mouth.

"Laughing fart?" Miyano said angrily.

"Why are you so serious?" Pu Ling said.

"I want to laugh, but the staff won't let me." Miyano clicked his tongue.

Pu Ling looked down and saw the date of birth on the ID card.

'98...January 1?

"Is this your birthday?" Pu Ling asked.

"Ah?" Miyano leaned over and took a look, "Oh, it seems to be."

"It seems to be? You don't know your own birthday?" Pu Ling said.

Miyano sighed helplessly: "I don't know when I was born, this date is probably... the day Luo Ying picked me up."

Pu Ling froze for a moment, then said, "Oh."

He regretted asking Miyano this, after all, it was not a good thing, and it was impossible for anyone to feel better about it.No matter how heartless Miyano was, he would still mind.

"The 24th, isn't it a few days away?" Pu Ling took out her phone and looked at the calendar, "...just five days before the Chinese New Year."

"What's the matter? It's not my birthday." Miyano said.

"You didn't do it before, but now that I know your birthday, I'll celebrate it for you." Pu Ling looked at him.

"Why did you pass it to me?" Miyano narrowed his eyes.

"Because you are implying me." Pu Ling said.

"...What are you farting?" Miyano was shocked.

"You showed me your ID card to let me know that your birthday is coming up in a few days, and you are asking me for a birthday present." Pu Ling was serious.

"Get lost." Miyano clicked his tongue, "I'm showing you my handsome face, okay?"

Pu Ling raised her eyebrows, but said nothing.

Miyano was stared at by him for a while, and he gave up on himself and said, "Okay, you can think whatever you like, but you just said that you would give me a birthday gift for my birthday, so it's best to do what you say."

"Yes." Pu Ling nodded, "There is one more question."

"Say." Miyano raised his chin.

"Why did you kiss me that day?"

"..." Miyano sighed, "Haven't you forgotten?"

"Someone kissed me for no reason, can you forget about it?" Pu Ling asked.

"...Then why didn't you ask so many times before?" Miyano said.

"I don't care about it." Pu Ling said.

"Take care of it now?" Miyano was speechless.

"Yeah." Pu Ling also looked at him, "Speak."

"Do you have to say it?" Miyano sighed a second time.

Puling was noncommittal.

Miyano suddenly reached out and covered his face.

"Why?" Pu Ling was covered into a bun and stared at him.

"Then listen carefully, I have never said this to anyone." Miyano lowered her head slightly, her hair covering her eyelids a bit.

Pu Ling looked into his dark eyes under the backlight, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated uncontrollably.

"Because I like you." Miyano said.

The surrounding sounds seemed to disappear all of a sudden, except for the occasional wind passing outside the building gently blowing the dilapidated street lamps, making a little creaking sound.

Pu Ling felt that his vision was a bit blurred, and even Miyano's face seemed unreal.

In such a dreamy atmosphere, he opened his mouth: "No more?"

"..."

"..."

Miyano was really speechless: "Did you hear me?"

"I heard it." Pu Ling looked at him and said, "I heard it."

Miyano opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"I mean," Pu Ling continued staring at him, "you like me, and then..."

"Then what?"

"Then you don't want to fall in love with me?" Pu Ling said slowly.

Miyano froze for a moment, blinking his eyes.

"Huh?" Pu Ling raised her eyes and asked.

"Honestly?" Miyano said.

"True." Pu Ling nodded.

"I haven't thought about it, I haven't thought about it that much." Miyano said.

"I think about it." Pu Ling said.

"you......"

"You didn't lie, did you?" Pu Ling looked at him, "Say you like me."

"No." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"From now on," Pu Ling leaned forward a little bit, stared at Miyano's eyes through the light, and quickly kissed him on the lips, "You are my boyfriend now."

Miyano stretched out his fingers and touched his lips in a daze, feeling hot.

"So fast?" he said.

"Is there anything to wait for this kind of thing?" Pu Ling narrowed her eyes, "Is it not enough for two people to be happy?"

"Why didn't I feel how happy you are at all." Miyano also narrowed his eyes.

"We big men can't show their joy." Pu Ling said.

"Really." Miyano smiled, then reached out to wrap his arms around his neck and kissed him.

Pu Ling was trapped between him and the wall, unable to move, and he could still see the dirty marks on the wall from the corner of his eye. Just as he was about to push Miyano away, a hand suddenly stretched out and placed it on the back of his head .

Miyano half-opened one eye, curled the corner of his mouth, kissed him and said, "I knew you were a clean freak."

Pu Ling didn't say a word, but hugged his shoulder tightly, and responded incoherently and fiercely.

"If you promise me, you can't go back on your word." Pu Ling said vaguely.

☆, 31

"So you've been here for a few days to practice your compositions?" Pu Ling asked.

"Well," Miyano nodded, "Otherwise, what do you think? Do you think I'm hiding from you?"

Pu Ling turned his face away to look at the graffiti on the wall, shook his head and said, "No."

"Don't worry, let's be big men." Miyano stretched out his hand to break his face back, and raised his eyebrows at him, "You always keep your word, and you never go back on your word."

"Really," Pu Ling pinched his waist, "a big man."

"Sleep in a man's room tonight." Miyano tugged at his eyelashes.

"No, I'm sure I won't be able to get up early in the morning when I sleep at your house," Pu Ling clicked her tongue, "I promised my mother that I'll accompany her to buy new year's goods tomorrow."

"..." Miyano was a little speechless, "Didn't you ask me to accompany you, why did you go with your mother?"

"You also eat my mother's vinegar?" Pu Ling almost laughed.

"Fart," Miyano got up and patted the ashes on his trouser legs, "I'm sleepy, I'm going home to sleep."

Pu Ling shook his hand.

"what?"

"Give me a hand, Brother Yan." Pu Ling said, stretched out his finger in front of his eyes again, and looked up at him with a smile.

like a puppy.

Pu Ling is not a person who laughs often, and people who don't laugh often have a very special charm when they laugh. Miyano was stunned for a moment, and then stretched out his hand to pull him up from the steps.

Pu Ling let out another hey hey, clasped his ten fingers along his fingers, and then put his hand into Miyano's pocket logically.

"You don't have a pocket?" Miyano looked at him.

"Your pocket is warmer." Pu Ling corrected after thinking about it, "boyfriend's pocket is warmer."

Miyano snorted, but didn't speak.

"I won't accompany my mother tomorrow, but follow you, okay?" Pu Ling sighed.

Miyano rolled his eyelids to look at the ceiling, and reluctantly nodded.

From the old building to home, it takes less than 10 minutes to ride a bicycle, and it can be reached within half an hour if you walk quickly.

But the two spent almost two hours on the road.

Pu Ling finally understood the mentality of those couples who bumped into each other and kissed while walking on the road.

He made a major decision, deciding not to discriminate against such couples again.

The two bumped back home, stumbled up the stairs, and lingered on Miyano's balcony for a long time.

January weather.

At night, ten degrees below zero.

But Pu Ling didn't feel cold at all, and there was no place on his body that wasn't hot.

He opened his eyes and looked at Miyano through the dim light in the yard.

See how Miyano kisses.

Suddenly I felt a little ashamed.

Miyano was kissing deeply, and he was deserting.

Pu Ling hid on purpose, and Miyano's kiss fell on his eyelids and bridge of nose, warm and moist.

He stretched out his hand and caressed Miyano's earlobe, shoulder, neck and waist very inattentively.

Miyano snorted and bit his lower lip.

"Don't touch like that, I can't stand it." Miyano said hoarsely.

Pu Ling hooked the corners of her mouth: "Aren't you a big man, you can't bear it if you touch it like this."

Miyano raised his hand and pressed his head on his shoulder: "Shut up."

The two embraced together, chest to chest, and could hear each other's heartbeat.

"Why do I think you've grown taller again?" Miyano hit his shoulder with his chin, "Really."

"After the new year, I should be taller than you." Pu Ling said.

"Fart," Miyano clicked his tongue, "You treat yourself as a grass on the QQ farm, and you can accelerate its growth to the point where you can pick it up with a little water and fertilizer?"

"I am," Pu Ling nodded, "what's the matter? Are you not convinced?"

Miyano lowered his head and bit his neck, and said nothing.

The two hugged each other, and slowly walked a few steps backwards, until they reached the short corridor connecting the balcony of Puling's house and the balcony of Miyano's house.

From Miyano's nose came a very comfortable sound, lazily, like little spider webs covering Pu Ling's whole ear.

Pu Ling hugged his waist and smiled: "Are you acting like a baby?"

Miyano took two steps back with him and continued humming.

Like a cat, it will purr comfortably after being soothed.

cute.

Miyano hung on him like a large pendant, rubbing against him from time to time.

Anyway, it's very cute.

Very very cute.

It's my boyfriend.

yeah.

As the Chinese New Year is approaching, the New Year’s goods market is overcrowded every day.

Miyano and Pu Ling finally squeezed into a "Shandong Huda Guazi", and they struggled to choose new year's goods among the crowd wearing all kinds of fat cotton jackets and down jackets.

"Peanuts, pistachios, melon seeds..." Pu Ling looked up at Miyano and shook his arm, "Do you eat walnuts?"

"I eat pecans," Miyano said.

"Then buy pecans." Pu Ling nodded.

"You should buy this." Miyano took one from the walnut pile and handed it to him, "This kind of brain supplement."

"It's all I can do with my brain, there's no need for it." Pu Ling said, "It's just hickory nuts."

Miyano clicked his tongue, his boyfriend's tenth-level bar pick is not inferior to barring himself.

"How much is a catty?" Pu Ling looked up at the boss.

The boss is sitting on a small wooden ladder in the middle of the store, with a big speaker around his waist, and the big speaker is talking about the best products in the store.

"Ah, what are you talking about?" the boss asked with a twist of his mouth.

"I said," Pu Ling was a little helpless, and raised the volume a little through the noisy voices, "How much is a pecan..."

"Boss, how do you sell this brown sugar glutinous rice cake!" A high-pitched female voice overshadowed Pu Ling's voice.

"That ten yuan a catty!" The boss turned his head and roared, then turned to continue looking at Pu Ling, "Ah? What? Louder!"

"..." Pu Ling didn't want to speak anymore, and sighed.

Miyano crossed his arms and looked at Pu Ling gloating, thinking it was funny and fun.

Pu Ling stomped on his foot with a blank face.

Finally, the boss finally heard Pu Ling's words clearly, and clapped five fingers: "Fifty."

"What?" Pu Ling thought she had heard wrong.

"Fifty," the boss compared again, "51 catties."

"..." Pu Ling turned her head to look at Miyano, and mouthed: "Are you robbing?"

"I think so too," Miyano sighed, "Wait here for me, I'm a little urgent to urinate, go and solve it."

"There are a lot of lazy people." Pu Ling said.

Miyano took it for granted, pushed through the crowd and walked out as if he hadn't heard it.

"Hey! Hey!" The boss waved his hand at Pu Ling and pointed at the hickory nuts positively, "How many catties do you want, brother? I'll wrap it up for you."

"No."

"..."

After a while, Miyano came in again, and when he was about to speak, Pu Ling raised his eyes and interrupted: "Have you washed your hands?"

"...that's not the point, the point is that I just found out..." Miyano covered his lips and leaned into Puling's ear, "I just found out that there is a small street behind the market, all They sell New Year’s goods, and hickory nuts are much cheaper than here.”

"Really?" Pu Ling also covered her mouth cooperatively.

"Really." Miyano grabbed his arm and dragged him outside.

Pu Ling followed behind him, and Ren Miyano dragged him out.

The crowd is crowded, the surroundings are noisy, and the smell is not good.

But magically happy.

Miyano took a breath, and turned around to see Pu Ling staring at him and smiling.

"My head is squeezed into a fool." Miyano was heartbroken.

Pu Ling couldn't hold back the burst of laughter, and kicked him in a blink of an eye: "Get lost."

The two touched the small street that Miyano found, and after inquiring about the price of New Year's goods, it was much cheaper, so they immediately started to sweep.

"Let me tell you," Miyano held a big red plastic bag and watched Pu Ling throw all kinds of quick-frozen dumplings, quick-frozen custard dumplings and quick-frozen glutinous rice balls into it. Classmate Pu Ling?"

"Well," Pu Ling casually took a lollipop from the shelf, and said to the proprietress who was knitting a sweater at the entrance of the stall, "this is also included."

After speaking, he tore off the wrapping paper and stuffed the lollipop into Miyano's mouth.

"What are you doing?" Miyano was stunned and asked vaguely.

"From now on, you have to quit smoking." Pu Ling said.

"Why...all of a sudden it's about my cigarette?" Miyano clicked his tongue.

"I just thought of it suddenly," Pu Ling looked at him and smiled, "Do you have any opinions?"

"How can you quit smoking just by quitting?" Miyano sighed, "You have to give me some time."

Pu Ling thought for a while and said, "Then five sticks a day, you can take it from me if you want."

"Objection." Miyano said viciously.

"The objection is invalid." Pu Ling raised her eyebrows, "Either don't implement it, or don't kiss, choose yourself."

"It smelled bad when I kissed you?" Miyano frowned and began to reflect.

"No," Pu Ling recalled, "it's just tasteless... I think if you keep smoking like this, you will die early."

"..." Miyano felt offended, he was silent for a while before nodding, "Okay."

"I agreed too quickly, I thought you would delay." Pu Ling looked at him.

"Brother Yan, you are not such a person." Miyano shook his hand and touched Pu Ling's forehead.

"What are you doing?"

"Then you accompany me to eat hot pot later, I want to eat hot pot." Miyano's fingertips did not leave his forehead, and rubbed it a few times, "Manual massage, is it comfortable?"

"Comfortable," Pu Ling closed her eyes and opened them again, as if a puppy was being stroked comfortably, "Should I call Gonghe and the others?"

"Fart," Miyano clicked his tongue, and said closer, "It's couple hotpot, youandme."

Youandme's hot pot for couples, there was a disagreement at the beginning of the menu environment.

"Spicy pot bottom."

"Change tomatoes."

“Chongqing style pot bottom.”

"Change the soup."

"..." Pu Ling slapped the menu on the table, tilted her head and looked at the person opposite.

Miyano raised an eyebrow at him.

"How can you keep healthy by eating hot pot?" Pu Ling looked at him.

"It's mainly because of your thoughts," Miyano spread his hands, "You are a child who is still growing up, at a critical stage of puberty, eating spicy food is easy to get angry, and getting angry is easy to get acne..."

"The problem you mentioned," Pu Ling interrupted him, "is not only our adolescent children, you adults also have it."

"Listen to me," Miyano stretched out his hand to interrupt him seriously, "If you have acne, you will be ugly, and if you are ugly, I will not be interested in you."

"..."

Puling kicked him under the table.

☆, 32

In the end, Miyano compromised and ordered a pot for one person.

A health pot, a spicy pot.

Miyano rinsed the mutton a few times in the health pot, then threw it into Pu Ling's bowl: "Is there anything to do later?"

Pu Ling looked at him: "What's wrong?"

"Please watch a movie." Miyano said.

Pu Ling clicked his tongue: "You want to do something bad in the movie theater, right?"

Miyano narrowed his eyes: "Am I that kind of person?"

"You are." Pu Ling nodded.

"Fart." Miyano said, "Isn't dating just to watch a movie?"

"Oh." Pu Ling nodded again.

"Are you going or not?" Miyano looked at him.

"Anywhere is fine, as long as I stay with you." Pu Ling touched Miyano's leg under the table.

Miyano stared at him and smiled, it should be useful to see his expression.

After the two finished the hot pot, they sat for a while before going out with big and small bags of New Year's goods.

"I want to smoke." Miyano hit Pu Ling's leg with a big plastic bag.

"Don't mess around on the street." Pu Ling pretended not to hear.

"Just one." Miyano sighed, regretting that he had just handed the cigarette to Pu Ling.

Pu Ling ignored him and walked forward on his own.

After walking for a while, he found that no one was following him. He turned around and saw Miyano standing where he was, turning his head to look at the air, looking very seriously.

It doesn't seem to be looking at the air.

Pu Ling followed his gaze and saw a woman, holding a man's arm, talking with a smile in front of a clothing store.

The woman looked familiar...Puling identified it for a while, it was Luo Ying, the landlord, and Miyano's adoptive mother.

Men haven't seen it.

Pu Ling watched as Miyano's brows gradually furrowed.

He walked over and gently tugged Miyano's arm.

Miyano didn't look at him, and continued to stare there.

Pu Ling tugged him again, Miyano turned his gaze away and looked at him: "Huh?"

"Don't you want to watch a movie with me?" Pu Ling said.

Miyano nodded: "Well, let's go."

Miyano watched a movie very absent-mindedly. He stared at the screen several times and was distracted. Pu Ling didn't have the mood to continue watching the plot, and turned to look at him several times while holding the popcorn.

Miyano stared at the screen in a daze until something touched his lips.

He turned his head and looked at Pu Ling's extended hand and a piece of popcorn on his finger.

Miyano was stunned, and bit the popcorn into his mouth.

"If you want to find her, go find her," Pu Ling looked at him in the half-darkness, "You can pay me for the movie next time, I will wait for you at your house, and then you have to watch the store with me at night .”

Miyano sighed, touched his face, leaned over and kissed his lips: "I'm sorry."

"Anyway, if you're not here, I can spare time to prepare birthday presents for you." Pu Ling raised her eyebrows.

Miyano smiled and said yes.

Pu Ling opened the door with the spare key given by Miyano, and sat down on the sofa.

This seemed to be the first time he entered Miyano's room after the two confirmed their relationship.

It was still chaotic, as chaotic as if it had been bombed.

Pu Ling bent down to pick up a pillow thrown on the ground, and put it behind her.

He closed his eyes and rested for a while, he couldn't take it anymore, got up and began to clean Miyano's house, from the bathroom to the kitchen, from the sofa coffee table to the bed, changed all the pillowcases and sheets, and finally he spit out comfortably. in one breath.

Open windows and ventilate.

Pu Ling turned on the TV without any hassle, and looked down to the VCD box under the TV.

There are a few discs scattered on the top of the case, without covers, I don't know what they are.

Pu Ling took a photo and sent it to Miyano.

-[picture]

-What's this

Miyano returned within five seconds.

-18/Forbidden, do not watch

"..."

Pu Ling replied to him:

- Sorry, I'm turning 18 soon

Miyano didn't reply to the message again, meaning to do as he pleases.

Pu Ling put the disc into the VCD player, adjusted the TV, and the picture came out soon.

Oh ~

Xiao Huang. Pieces.

Ok?

Pu Ling narrowed her eyes, it was two men.

The following scene is a bit unsuitable for children. Pu Ling couldn't help imagining Miyano watching this alone, and wanted to laugh.

However, his body began to feel very hot, and he didn't know whether it was because of the voice on the TV screen or the image of Miyano that he thought of.

He sighed, closed his eyes, and slipped his hands into his pants.

Miyano came back late, when Pu Ling opened the door, she was standing in the kitchen cooking noodles.

He moved his nose, turned his head and glanced at the TV, which was playing the news broadcast in a serious manner.

Pu Ling said, "Are you back?"

Miyano hummed, closed the door, walked behind him and hugged him, leaning his head on his back.

Pu Ling touched his face with his backhand: "How is it?"

"That man has a serious job and says he's not married. He really likes Luo Ying." Miyano rubbed his neck and whispered.

"Are you relieved?"

"I'm a little relieved," Miyano said.

"Sometimes things won't be as bad as you imagined." Pu Ling clicked her tongue, "Give it up, the noodles will spill out."

Miyano smiled and let go of him.

The two sat facing each other and ate noodles, and Miyano sighed after eating for a while: "I really miss the hot pot at noon."

Pu Ling glanced at him: "If you think it's unpalatable, make it yourself. Do you know that the food you make is even uglier than mine, and I eat it to save face for you."

Miyano nodded: "Then I won't talk anymore, I will bear it."

Pu Ling kicked him, but said nothing.

Miyano picked up the bottle of vinegar and poured some into the bowl, pretending to casually ask, "What did you do at my house this afternoon?"

Pu Ling choked on the face and was speechless for a long time.

Miyano held back his smile, and said leisurely, "Have you studied hygiene and physiology?"

"..." Pu Ling stared at his old driver's gloating face, squinted his eyes, "Yeah, you've learned well."

"Really, Pu Ling is so awesome." Miyano raised his eyebrows.

"You don't believe me?" Pu Ling put down her chopsticks and hooked her fingers at him, "Come and try."

"Wait until you're an adult, I don't sleep with minors." Miyano said.

"I'll be an adult after the Chinese New Year, just wait." Pu Ling narrowed her eyes.

The author has something to say: become lazy

☆, 33

Pu Ling lay on the cash register, turned her head and looked outside the door.

The rain seemed to be falling harder, and it was crackling and beating on the window.

Miyano stood in front of the hot drink box, looked at the time displayed on it, then opened the box, took out two bottles of latte, and handed Pu Ling a bottle.

"Please." Miyano said.

Pu Ling took it, and the temperature of the latte spread from the palm to the fingertips through the plastic bottle.

Miyano returned to the dining area, drinking latte while playing with his mobile phone.

Pu Ling liked this feeling very much, the two of them didn't say anything or do anything, they just stayed there quietly, very down-to-earth and comfortable.

Give him a sense of security that he has never had before.

The door curtain was lifted, and a wet umbrella with a pointed tip came in first.

Pu Ling raised her eyes and saw an old woman in black clothes coming in with an umbrella, with a small red cloth bag wrapped around her waist.

"you......"

"Brother," the old lady looked at him very gently, "Do you want to buy an auspicious charm bag? It's almost Chinese New Year, so why don't you buy one for good luck?"

Pu Ling wanted to say no, but Miyano stood up: "How much is it?"

"Two for 10 yuan." The old woman said with a smile.

"Do you sell them for 5 yuan?" Miyano asked.

"Not for sale." The old woman said with a smile.

"..." Miyano touched a piece of ten yuan and gave it to her, "Then take two."

The old woman took the money, untied two cloth bags from her waist and handed them to him.

"Safe and auspicious, everything goes well." The old woman bowed to Miyano and Pu Ling, and went out again with her umbrella.

"It's so pitiful, it's raining in such a cold day, and she's selling things outside alone." Miyano said, and handed Pu Ling an auspicious talisman bag, "Safe and auspicious, everything goes well."

Pu Ling glanced at him, and hung the talisman bag on his schoolbag.

"So nice."

Miyano smiled, and was about to lean over to kiss him, but Pu Ling slapped him open: "There is monitoring."

"..."

"Auntie."

Hu Yuan carefully glanced into the door, "Can I come in?"

Mom smiled and waved to her: "Come in."

Hu Yuan ran in with a bowl in her arms and said, "My dad made Sixi meatballs, ask me to give you a copy."

Mom took the bowl and smiled sweetly.

Pu Ling sat on the sofa peeling edamame, glanced at the two of them, and continued watching his TV.

Hu Yuan talked with her mother for a while, and then her mother went to work in the kitchen.

Hu Yuan sat next to him: "What are you looking at?"

"Golden Eye." Pu Ling said.

"Oh." Hu Yuan nodded.

Pu Ling's hand peeling the edamame paused, then continued peeling.

After 2 minutes of silence, he finally said, "You came just in time, I have a question for you."

Hu Yuan turned to look at him: "What?"

"What's the best gift for someone you like for their birthday?" Pu Ling said.

"..." Hu Yuan looked like she had eaten a light bulb, "Does a cold-blooded animal like you have someone he likes?"

Pu Ling threw the edamame into the basket, a little impatient because of her shyness and discomfort: "Give me a reference."

"Which girl?" Hu Yuan lowered her voice, "Do I know you?"

"You don't know him." Pu Ling said bluntly.

"Oh." Hu Yuan snickered, "Then she must be pretty."

"She's pretty," Pu Ling nodded, "...that's not the point."

"If it's my birthday, I want... someone to set off a firework for me." Hu Yuan thought for a while and said.

"Not environmentally friendly." Pu Ling commented.

Hu Yuan clicked her tongue: "Then let's be more practical, doll bears, roses, whatever."

"They can be seen but not eaten. What's the use?" Pu Ling didn't understand.

"..." Hu Yuan said, "I can't communicate with the straight man, please leave."

Pu Ling didn't get any effective reference from Hu Yuan, so she could only figure out a way by herself.

Fortunately, the day before Miyano's day, he finally had an inspiration.

Pu Ling disappeared for a day, and Miyano couldn't find anyone else anywhere.

In the evening, Pu Ling came back with a big cake in her hand.

Miyano sat on the balcony railing and shook his leg at him.

"Come down." Pu Ling raised her head and said, "Be careful not to fall to your death."

"..."

Miyano entered the room and saw Pu Ling put the cake on the table.

"Tomorrow is my birthday," Miyano waved his finger in front of his eyes, "Do you still remember, it's not today."

Pu Ling looked at the time: "The countdown starts from now, and there are still five hours and 47 minutes."

"Oh," Miyano nodded, and reached out to him again, "Where's my birthday present?"

"Do you really want to see it? Now?" Pu Ling asked.

"Well, hand it over quickly." Miyano shook his hands.

Pu Ling began to undress.

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" Miyano was taken aback.

"Don't worry, it's not you." Pu Ling took off the down jacket and threw it on the sofa, then the sweater, and then the shirt.

In the end, the naked upper body was exposed, thin but strong, with beautiful muscle lines.

Just as Miyano was about to speak, Pu Ling came up to him and kissed him.

"Look at my shoulder, look." Pu Ling said.

Miyano looked back along his neck and saw the black tattoo on Pu Ling's right shoulder.

GY.

Miyano.

Gu Yan.

Probably not long after the tattoo was done, the skin around the letters was all red.

"When I got the tattoo, I thought about what to get tattooed for a long time," Pu Ling smiled, "After thinking about it, it doesn't matter if you are Miyano or Gu Yan..."

He paused, and bit Miyano's ear: "Anyway, you are mine."

"Do you want to be so touching?" Miyano clicked his tongue and turned his face away.

"Look at me, don't look elsewhere." Pu Ling turned his face back.

"You put on your clothes first, don't give me a birthday and freeze yourself to death." Miyano said.

Pu Ling didn't move, but looked at him seriously: "Don't cry."

"I didn't cry, okay." Miyano avoided his sight.

"Your eyes are red." Pu Ling said.

Surprisingly, he seemed to have shed tears many times in front of Miyano, but he never saw Miyano cry once.

It turns out that Miyano is a big man who can cry so easily.

"It's not just this," Pu Ling bent down to dig into the pocket of the down jacket for a long time, and took out a small wooden box, "and this."

"What is this?" Miyano spoke in a nasal voice, which made Pu Ling want to laugh.

Pu Ling opened the wooden box and took out the contents.

It's a little pink pig.

Oh no.

It's a pink piggy mug.

"I baked it." Pu Ling said with a smile, "Can you tell it's an ashtray?"

"..." Miyano said, "Yes."

"Every time you smoke, you press the cigarette butt on the coffee table," Pu Ling clicked, "Have you ever asked the coffee table for your opinion, do you know how much it thinks about you?"

Miyano breaks his skills in a second and burst out laughing.

"So," Pu Ling shook the little piggy, "If you smoke in the future, I prepared an ashtray for you. If you dare to press the cigarette butt on the coffee table, you will die."

"Didn't you tell me to quit smoking?" Miyano put his arms around him.

"Forget it," Pu Ling looked at him, "at most, I'll let you control the amount of cigarettes you smoke, if you really ask you to quit, you won't be able to."

"I can make up my mind." Miyano said seriously.

Pu Ling laughed, held his face and kissed him.

☆, 34

Pu Ling was shirtless, and pressed Miyano onto the sofa in a kissing position.

Miyano carelessly touched his waist and spine, raised his head and kissed his right shoulder.

"Help you?" Pu Ling asked out of breath.

Miyano didn't speak, just grabbed his hand and pressed down.

Pu Ling kissed the corner of his mouth, stood up suddenly, and brought over the schoolbag thrown on the coffee table.

"What are you doing?" Miyano was a little confused.

Pu Ling took out a long bottle and a rectangular box from her schoolbag, and began to tear off the packaging.

"Use this," he said.

Miyano's brain was a little unclear just now, and he only realized it now.

"You want to go to me?"

Pu Ling was about to bite open the package with her teeth, but the tip of her teeth clenched, watching helplessly as Miyano reached out and pulled the thing out of his mouth, and threw it aside.

"No way." Miyano stared at him, twitching the corner of his mouth.

Pu Ling thought for a while and said, "That's fine."

"What are you doing?" Miyano was taken aback.

"It's okay for you to go to me." Pu Ling said, "I don't particularly care about this."

"Another day," Miyano clicked his tongue, "I said I'm not underage."

"Oh." Pu Ling nodded and glanced at him, "Going down?"

"What do you think?" Miyano laughed angrily.

"Since the fire is down, let's eat the cake." Pu Ling got up and pulled the red ribbon from the cake box.

"It's not past twelve o'clock," Miyano said.

"Then kiss again." Pu Ling let go of the cake, hugged him and kissed him again.

The two of them rolled and rolled until midnight, and most of their energy was exhausted, and they didn't even have time to cut the cake.

Pu Ling kicked away the tissues thrown on the bed, and lay down on Miyano's body, feeling sleepy.