Chapter 19

 Back in Xiyuan, Mu Yao went straight into the bathroom and soaked in hot water for half an hour. He came out and drank the milk that Jian Jing had heated for him before he felt warm again.

 "You don't look well, why don't you go and have a rest early?" Jian Ming said, stroking Mu Yao's black and smooth hair. The boy was curled up on the sofa, his head resting on his legs. He was exhausted but refused to go to sleep. After hearing his words, the arms around his waist tightened, and he hummed to show that he knew, but he refused to move. He couldn't open his eyes, half-closed, like a naughty child.

 Jian Jian flicked the tip of his nose and chuckled: "You are so clingy, why don't you sleep with me tonight."

 Mu Yao still hummed lazily and looked at him briefly. Two seconds later, the white eyelids that were about to be completely closed suddenly opened like frightened butterfly wings: "No!" After saying that, he stretched out his hand and pulled his shoulder. sit up.

 Jian Ming held his arms and gently pulled them to both sides, and the boy pressed softly against his chest. Before he could move again, his slender waist had already been buckled. The slightly raised face was flushed with a faint blush, and the big eyes filled with confusion and sleep were overflowing, like a clear spring shrouded in mist. The thin and long eyelashes trembled delicately as if they had nowhere to turn, and fell on the lower eyelids. , casting a touch of clear and light blue.

 Mu Yao found that his waist was being held, and just as he was about to shout "Let go", he remembered the consequences of these two words last time, and his face immediately became hot. The man looked down at him from above, his dark eyes were like two deep dark wells, which made him panic for no reason. A pure male breath slowly approached, and his warm and hot lips slowly pressed down. Like soft feathers brushing against the ripples on the lake surface, rubbing his moist lips carefully, rubbing his lips apart with great patience, and exploring the gaps with your tongue.

 At first, he just inserted the tip of his tongue and gently licked it on his gums, roof of mouth, and both sides of his mouth. Then he took the tip of his tongue and bit, sucked, and teased. The tingling stimulation made Mu Yao shiver unbearably. Retracting, the other party's flexible and flexible tongue took advantage of this moment to drive straight in, licking and licking the base of his tongue like a circle, rolling his tongue and rubbing and intertwining rhythmically, swirling up and down, left and right...

 The whole mouth was filled with man's breath. Mu Yao couldn't help but tremble and get hot. The other party's kiss was fierce and lingering and endless. Time seemed to have stopped and he gasped desperately to keep breathing. Unconsciously, there was a broken sound in his throat. And messy sound.

 The man's big hand controlling his waist suddenly tightened, as if to rub him into his body. The tongue that had only been wreaking havoc in his mouth just now penetrated harder and licked deep into his throat. Grinding together, crushing repeatedly, possessing domineeringly...

 This wasn't a kiss, not a kiss at all, it was robbing and devouring his whole body and soul. Mu Yao felt that he was about to go into shock. He whined unconsciously and tugged at the clothes on the man's shoulders with both hands. He bounced a few times in vain like a fish on the deck, and then simply fell into the man's palm, letting him take whatever he wanted.

 I don't know how long it took, but the kiss that was enough to make him disillusioned gradually calmed down. She pecked his forehead and cheeks, and the hands that restrained him began to relax and caress his shoulders and back. Mu Yao was out of breath. Lying on top of the man, his chest heaved violently, he complained in embarrassment: "You...you want to suffocate me to death..." The voice that came out was intermittent and soft, and even he was shocked. It didn't sound like he was complaining at all. Like inviting a favor.

 "When you speak in such a voice, do you want me to continue kissing you?" The man chuckled and gently rubbed his ear, his hot breath spraying down, his voice was hoarse and charming. Mu Yao's breathing which had just calmed down couldn't help but become rapid again. He blushed and was about to retort, but unexpectedly he was picked up by the waist and put back on the bed in the bedroom. Jian Ming covered him with a quilt and said with a wicked smile, "How about we continue here?"

 Mu Yao was furious and stretched out his foot to kick him: "Go back to your bed!"

 Jian Ming grabbed his feet and stuffed them back into the quilt: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, go to sleep!" After saying that, he turned off the lights and went out with a smile. When he came to the door, he suddenly joked: "You are sleeping on my bed."

 The bed under her was indeed where Jian Ming slept. After he arrived, Jian Ming moved to the next door. Mu Yao was speechless and his eyes widened. He picked up a pillow and threw it at the hateful man, but was met with a burst of evil laughter. He had no choice but to kick the mattress several times angrily. He couldn't kick the guy next door, so he used his bed to vent his anger. After kicking and kicking, he finally fell asleep without realizing it.

 I slept quite uneasily that night as if I had been floating in dense lead-colored rain clouds. The constant feeling of suffocation and suspension made my dreams full of anxiety. In a daze, he seemed to hear the dull crashing sound coming from far away again. The fat man Jia Jinping was holding was replaced by YY for some reason, but the severe pain and muffled sound came from his head. Mu Yao suddenly sat up in extreme panic. A full moon hung coldly on the horizon outside the window. It turned out that Jian Ming had forgotten to draw the curtains for him.

 After Mu Yaoyi left City B, he began to call frequently to urge him to return to City S. Although his tone was still light and mostly silent, Mu Yaoyi was still tired of dealing with it. One time he happened to be taking a nap, and his aunt was afraid of waking him up, so she answered the call and asked her to call him later. From then on, Mu Yaoyi's phone calls became even more silent, but they brought with them a sense of pressure that the storm was about to come, making Mu Yao feel nervous on the verge of breaking out.

 It is impossible to never return to City S, and personal subjective will cannot erase the existing facts. All of this must be faced eventually. It happened that Jian Jian was relatively busy in the past few days due to the late completion of Tianxin 下ozhu. Mu Yao planned to go back to S City to have a good talk with Mu Yaoyi now. There was no way to delay it.

 That day, he went to the train station to buy a ticket for noon the next day. YY called him and asked him to buy autumn clothes together. After he mentioned it, Mu Yao remembered that the clothes he bought for Mu Yaoyi last time were still in the mall and he hadn't gone to pick them up. It happened to be now We took them home together tomorrow, so we made an appointment with YY to meet at the entrance of the mall.

 YY was just passing the time and didn't choose much at all. He just walked around and bought some random things, then handed them to the driver and asked him to take them back to Tianxin Garden first, while he dragged Mu Yao around the street. The two of them, one absent-minded and the other preoccupied walked aimlessly to the overpass in the middle of the street. YY stopped leaning on the railing, took out a cigarette lit it, and handed the cigarette case to Mu Yao. Mu Yao also smoked one and slowly puffed on it. The two of them faced the rush of traffic and people under the bridge in silence.

 After a while, YY suddenly said: "Mu Yao, I know why you don't want to go to Sunshine."

 Mu Yao raised his head in surprise, while YY was still looking at the bridge, and continued: "Actually, like me, we don't believe we have left there, for fear of being knocked back to our original shape." YY smiled self-deprecatingly, looking towards the sky: " That's why I have to go back and experience it, for fear that I will accidentally forget it and one day I won't be able to adapt when I return to my old business." He mocked with a bit of malice: "And you, you are not willing to admit that period of history at all, any more than I am. worse."

 YY's words were like a sharp steel needle piercing his Achilles heel. Mu Yao turned his head and looked at the boy's young face, which seemed to be filled with boredom and exhaustion. He turned his gaze back to the lively crowd under the bridge. The melancholy on YY's face made him unable to bear to take a closer look. Even in the sunshine bar, he used to be casual and open-minded. Now that he has found the happy life and love he has longed for, it feels like he has missed the mark. Bewildered.

 They are all people who started too early, and the philosophy of life they struggled with in the corners made them question everything, especially love. Mu Yao suddenly found it funny. The two of them were like thieves who got lucky, carrying priceless stolen goods. They were in panic all day long. They were hiding and hiding them for fear of losing or being caught. They were also suspicious because they had easily obtained the stolen goods, and they doubted the authenticity of the stolen goods. It was fake, but there was no way to identify it, which made me miserable and miserable.

 He laughed out loud: "YY if none of this happened, could we live more leisurely?"

 YY also smiled: "Well, I will be more calm. Ha, I wish I was more naive and could believe in miracles."

 "Huh," Naive? Only those who thrive and thrive are qualified to be naive, are they? Forget it. Mu Yao said: "Then let you choose again, will you still accept Lu Sen?"

 YY laughed loudly and knocked Mu Yao on the head: "Fool, of course, I accept it, as long as I can dream." Finally, he whispered: "I hope this dream can last longer."

 Maybe if the dream continues, it's not far from reality, right? Mu Yao thought with a smile. The cigarette in his hand slowly burned to his fingertips. A long white ash accumulated on the dark red cigarette end. He was bent down by his weight and fell to the ground with a "pop".

 "Are you going home tomorrow?" YY got tired of standing and started walking under the bridge.

 "Well, go back and see my mother." Mu Yao replied, his fingers hurting from carrying half a street of shopping bags.

 "Hey, that girl that day was your mother?" YY became more energetic: "We were shopping hand in hand. I thought she was your new girl."

 "What are you talking about?" Mu Yao kicked him: "It's my mother."

 "It doesn't look alike at all," YY took out her phone and pulled up a photo with a smile: "I'll show you the evidence, a typical couple taking a walk."

 Mu Yao's heart skipped a beat. The clasped hands in the photo, the wet road surface, the fresh green branches, the slim back, and the ambiguous atmosphere rushed toward his face. YY smiled and said, "Even Lu Sen said that the photos I took were good. If it weren't for the poor quality of my mobile phone, it could be regarded as artistic photography."

 Mu Yao frowned, grabbed YY's phone, and pressed delete without any explanation. YY shouted: "Are you sick?! Why did you delete my masterpiece?"

 "Damn!" Mu Yao cursed, "I haven't sued you for infringement of your portrait rights yet."

 The two of them went shopping noisily for a while, both of them were a little tired. YY had a show to wait for, so they went home separately.

 Mu Yao returned to Xiyuan and put the shopping bag on the coffee table in the living room. He went to the storage room to find a travel bag and prepared to pack his luggage. As soon as he came out, he heard a "crackling" sound in the living room. Looking up, she saw the women's clothes and underwear scattered on the floor. The aunt had a strange face and stood aside at a loss. She kept saying sorry. She might have thought it was Mu Yao's new clothes and wanted to help him unpack and wash them, but the film and plastic bag slipped. Handed.

 Mu Yao hurried over, picked it up, and stuffed it into his bag: "It doesn't matter, these are my mother's clothes. I will take them back when I go home tomorrow. No need to wash them." He couldn't help but feel annoyed. Auntie didn't suspect that he had a fetish just now, right?