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Chapter 48 The Little Thing About Kissing
Chapter 48 The Little Thing About Kissing
At the beginning of June, Yingying Hotel was renovated. The cement floor at the entrance of the store was re-filled, and all the sundries on the roof were emptied, so that could go up and enjoy the shade if had nothing to do. It's a good thing, at least Meng Ye is very happy.
In addition, there is another thing that makes him very happy, that is, last week, he received the grade certificate issued by the General Administration of Sports, and officially became a famous national first-level athlete.
That day, he was so beautiful that he didn't fall asleep for a long time. He turned over and over with the certificate, and was about to frame it and hang it at the front desk for guests to admire. Lao Yang told him to guard against arrogance and impatience, and make persistent efforts, the road of revolution is still arduous and difficult. He said okay, okay, I know, you see if my name is spelled wrong on this certificate, you see how dirty the little corners of this certificate are, you see—
"Bastard!" Lao Yang slashed his palm away, "I was only 15 years old when I reached the first-level standard, what kind of onion are you?"
Back in the classroom, Zhuang Shao was collecting his homework, and the two girls in the corridor were lying on the window peeking. Meng Ye panicked like a little sparrow when he came, and whispered while hiding.
"..." Meng Ye scratched his ears, "Who are you looking for?"
A smile: "Looking for you."
A shy: "Find him."
This he refers to Zhuang Shao inside. Meng Ye was no stranger to this scene, and stretched his right hand forward: "Bring it."
"what?"
"Love letter." He felt that he was a special gentleman, "I'll help you send it to the head office, go back to class soon."
The two girls flew away again like shy little sparrows. Meng Ye touched his freshly shaved hair with an inexplicable look on his face, wondering if I am that scary?
When she returned to her seat, Jiang Yue was still hooking up her broken wool pendant, which seemed to be called Ping Ping Ping Ping. Meng Ye said, "Miss, can you do something useful? For example, hand in our homework."
"I'm going to you, I'm busy."
"What's the use of hooking this thing?"
"Send it to my dad, I want him to be in the trailer."
Jiang Yue's family owns a piano shop, so her father is a big boss and has a car to drive. Father's Day is coming soon, not only her, but many little padded jackets in the class are preparing gifts.
However, this festival was somewhat disturbing to Meng Ye, and he did not hear it if he heard it.
When Zhuang Shao came back from his homework, Meng Ye said half-jokingly, "Should we go out and hide in two days? Father's Day is celebrated everywhere, and there is no way to survive."
Zhuang Shao didn't change his face and took the book as a question, Meng Ye thought it was boring. He didn't know whether Zhuang Shao really didn't care or not, let alone what happened to Zhuang Shao's parents, he just felt boring.
In the blink of an eye, the day of the festival is Sunday, so there is no need to study at night. Zhuang Shao didn't go home with Meng Ye, he rode away alone, saying that he had something to do.
"Where are you going?"
"Tell you later, go back first." Zhuang Shao said.
In fact, Meng Ye always felt that there was still a pimple between the two of them. Thinking about it carefully, this pimple might be Zhuang Shao's life experience. Zhuang Shao didn't show his face, and when he was uncomfortable, he held his emotions tightly in his arms, ignoring that there was someone around him waiting to share the burden for him.
But Zhuang Shaozhen didn't avoid it deliberately, at least not tonight.
Today is a very special day. He knows his mother will definitely call him, so he decides to ride out and buy something to treat himself, and he will show his mother that he is doing well through a video later.
After returning to the hotel more than an hour later, he climbed the ladder to the roof, put the snacks he bought on the folding table, and then lay on the floor and waited.
The concrete floor is a bit rough, and there are mosquitoes on the roof, but summer is still called summer without even a single mosquito? Just like a birthday without a cake is not a birthday.
It was after nine o'clock that the phone finally rang, an unfamiliar number.
Zhuang Shao connected, did not speak first, but waited for Zhuang Ying to speak first. As a result, the other side asked, "Are you Zhuang Shao?"
It was the voice of a middle-aged man, with a bad tone, and the background sound was surprisingly quiet.
Out of an intuition, Zhuang Shao was vigilantly silent.
Impatiently: "Hello?"
"Who are you?" Zhuang Shao asked.
"Don't care who I am, I asked if your name is Zhuang Shao."
"I'm."
"That's right, you are what I'm looking for." The other party's voice was smooth and official, "Zhuang Ying is your mother, right?"
As if it was an instant, Zhuang Shao understood the identity of the other party and the purpose of making this call. He sat up from the concrete roof and looked at the shady night in front of him: "She is my sister, and my mother's name is Hu Yanjun."
There was silence for a few seconds, and tentatively said, "Are you really Hu Yanjun's son? No, you are Zhuang Ying's son, and Hu Yanjun should be your grandmother."
Zhuang Shao's voice calmed down: "Who are you, and what do you keep asking about? I said that I am Hu Yanjun's son, and Zhuang Ying is my sister. Can you not understand human language?"
His attitude was so bad, but there was a sigh of relief: "Oh, that's my mistake, I made a mistake."
"I'm going to hang up without saying who you are."
The tone changed over there, and he became more pleasant: "I'm your brother-in-law, and my surname is Liu. This is all Zhuang Ying's fault. I just found out that you have a brother-in-law like you, and I heard that you are studying abroad? Why do you have to run so far? , Linjiang's teachers are the strongest, and they will be transferred back next semester! I will operate it, and you can choose the provincial key rocket classes."
Zhuang Shao clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes and opened them again: "Thank you brother-in-law, no need, I'm still used to it here, and I don't want to go back and be controlled by them."
There were a few more greetings over there, and he asked with a smile, "Would you like to say a few words to your sister? She's right next to me."
"Another day. I made an appointment with my classmates to go to the Internet cafe. It's too late. You tell my sister to stop calling me."
"What are you running to the Internet cafes at such a young age? Tell your sister two—"
Zhuang Shao hung up.
The other end of the phone scolded "uneducated" contemptuously, but he couldn't hear it, which was fine.
Not only did he hang up the phone, but Zhuang Shao also turned off his phone. He knew he wouldn't get any more calls tonight. His chest was like a stone was blocked, it was so stuffy that he didn't know where the fire was going.
By the time Meng Ye was on the roof, someone Zhuang was about to break.
He drank half a dozen beers, his stomach was so full that he wanted to pee in the next second, and he staggered to climb the ladder, just in time to meet Meng Ye who came up.
"Fuck." Meng Ye was startled, "Did you fall into the wine vat?" Such a strong smell of wine.
Zhuang Shao cast a glance at Zhang Guangong's face: "Get out of the way, I want to pee."
Meng Ye was happy.
What's the matter with this tone and a little arrogant.
"It's okay, I'll let it, I'll let it, you go first." Meng Ye protected him and climbed down step by step, climbed down and followed him back to the room to use the toilet. All parents.
"Hey, you called me daddy tonight, did you hear me?"
Zhuang Shao was crawling back on the ladder when he heard the sound and almost spat at him, "Go away."
"Damn, kindness is not rewarded!"
The two went up and sat on the roof, so bored they stared at each other, Zhuang Shao would burp every half minute. Meng Ye glanced at the beer bottles all over the floor with disgust: "How much did you drink..."
Zhuang Shao said, "Drink with me."
Meng Yekang shook his head: "Don't drink, I drink worse than you."
Zhuang Shao slumped his head down instantly, feeling as if someone was sorry for him!
"Okay, I'll drink, I'll drink," Meng Ye picked up the last half of the bottle, meaning to take two sips, "Okay, Master Zhuang?"
Zhuang Shao patted his head: "Good."
Shit, that's too much to drink. Meng Ye avoided his hand and stared at him: "Isn't it just a Father's Day, as for being depressed like this?"
Zhuang Shao said in a low voice that you don't understand.
"Yes, I don't understand, I don't understand who understands." Meng Ye laughed at himself, feeling hungry, tore open a bag of egg rolls on the ground and chewed: "My dad is such a rubbish man, he gave birth to a son and didn't take good care of him, he would spend his whole life If you only want to run, why didn't you shoot me at the wall? Zhuang Shao, do you think so?"
Zhuang Shao said yes.
"You're not scolding yet?"
"What are you scolding?"
"Swear swearing!" Meng Ye turned his hands over his face and looked directly at him, "Scold your dad, scolded my dad, scolded them bastard bastards, just don't care about raising them, and curse them to cut off their children and never grandchildren in the next life!"
Zhuang Shao smiled into his eyes: "Relieve!"
"Go fuck Father's Day."
"Fuck Father's Day!"
"Just scold."
"Just scolding like that!"
The two of you said one sentence to another, scolding and scolding their foreheads together, the tip of their nose almost touching the tip of their nose, and their breathing was entangled. Zhuang Shao drank a lot, and his breathing became heavier. He clutched Meng Ye's ears and said, "Fuck his mother, fuck his father, go to hell, I'm enough to have you."
Meng Ye didn't hear it clearly, but Zhuang Shao was right, so he nodded frantically, looking like he was dancing in a disco.
Tired of scolding and scolding, Zhuang Shao stopped to take a breath and told Meng Ye not to shake it. Meng Ye blinked at him, and the two black pearls embedded in the desert began to exert their magic power again, so that Zhuang Shao couldn't find the north, and he stretched his legs and kicked the wine bottle with a quarter remaining.
"You haven't finished drinking yet?"
Pretty clever.
Meng Ye perfunctory: "If you don't drink it, don't drink it, and if you drink it again, you'll get dizzy."
I felt dizzy and nauseous on the second day of the new year.
But Zhuang Shao said no, you have to drink, I'm drunk, what's the matter with you still awake? Meng Ye said that Zhuang Shao and we are still high school students, and my mother is still downstairs. I warn you that there must be a limit to your nerves.
Zhuang Shao turned his head away, and a big man about 1.8 meters sat on the ground with his back arched, his back very lonely.
Meng Ye asserted: "You have something to do."
Zhuang Shao said, "I have something to do, what's wrong?"
"What are you talking about? We are the best buddies. What's the matter if you don't tell me anything?"
"Do I have to tell you anything?"
"Nonsense! We can't get away from Mengmeng."
Just fucking say that. Zhuang Shao stretched out his hand: "Come here."
Meng Ye snapped it up, thinking who wants you to lead him, thinking beautifully: "Come here, I'm afraid of you."
Sitting side by side, legs hanging in the air, looking at the distant galaxy. Zhuang Shao's wine seemed to wake up immediately, and his neurosis was cured. After a short silence, he whispered to him: "Today is my birthday, my eighteenth birthday."
As if there was a thunder in the sky, Meng Ye took a deep breath.
eighteenth birthday...
today?
Such an important day, just like this?
"You—" Meng Ye was at a loss for words, and felt absurd, "Why didn't you tell me earlier, at least let my mother prepare a cake or something, or I'll accompany you to the restaurant. The food in the cafeteria tonight is so bad, you I didn't eat two bites..."
No wonder buy so many snacks.
"Shh." Zhuang Shao covered his mouth, "Stop talking nonsense, I have a headache."
Meng Ye broke away and turned to look at him.
Zhuang Shao's facial features are very strange, they look unremarkable separately, but together they are very handsome, even a bit like a movie star. Meng Ye has analyzed that this is the standard handsome face. His three court and five eyes are not biased by a single cent, and there is nothing that holds him back and nothing stands out, so he looks unusually harmonious.
In addition, he has a very special nose. Meng Ye had heard of upturned nose, eagle nose, and garlic nose, but he was surprised that none of them fit Zhuang Shao's nose. The bridge of his nose is tall and straight, more like a natural ridge than the back of a knife, and the position where he puts on his glasses is slightly raised, like a ridge, which makes people want to touch them, and use their fingertips to grind them.
Meng Ye bent his index finger and scratched it gently. As if Zhuang Shao knew he would do this, he was in ambush, took the opportunity to grab his hand, and sniffed the inside of his wrist, the place with the most blood vessels.
Meng Ye retracted.
Zhuang Shao put his head on his shoulder strangely, leaned on him strangely for a long time. Meng Ye felt the heat on his shoulders and felt that he was needed, and at that moment there was a strong spiritual connection.
He understood Zhuang Shao, and Zhuang Shao also understood him.
Meng Ye didn't know if he would meet someone more important than Zhuang Shao in the future, he didn't know. But in this second, in this evening, Zhuang Shao is everything to him, more important than running.
This is serious.
As dull as Meng Ye also found that the situation was developing in an uncontrollable direction, his emotions were burning, and he liked to be over-electric, making his limbs weak and his nerves trembling.
How is this going to end? He didn't know, and couldn't know, he wasn't a fortune teller, and he couldn't figure out the fate of himself and Zhuang Shao.
Zhuang Shao relied on him for a short time and then sat up straight again, rubbing his head with both hands: "I'm embarrassed today."
Sounds half drunk.
Meng Ye smiled and said, "How can you? What you say and do after drinking doesn't count. You can play it casually. I promise not to say it."
Zhuang Shao didn't like him laughing like that, he seemed indifferent and careless, and he didn't take anything seriously. So he picked up both sides of his face, pinched his face sullenly, and pinched it tightly, until Meng Ye screamed.
Zhuang Shao looked into his eyes stubbornly and seriously: "It's not that nothing is counted, some things must be counted."
"What's the matter?"
Zhuang Shao was silent, he was not stupid enough to take the initiative to confess the crime. After a while, he also killed: "Ask you a question."
"You ask." Meng Ye picked up the bottle.
"Have you kissed anyone?"
Meng Ye spit out a sip of wine, his chin twitched.
Zhuang Shao was about to get angry: "Do you mean?"
Meng Ye quickly put down the beer and wiped his face: "What kind of questions are you asking when you are fucking drunk... No, no."
Zhuang Shao whispered, "Then you have it."
Meng Ye: "?"
Zhuang Shao turned his face away: "My father is a particularly irresponsible person. He left my mother to go abroad in high school."
Where did this come from? The topic changed so quickly that Meng Ye couldn't keep up: "So what?"
"So I have to be a responsible person."
"..."
"Whoever has kissed, touched, or slept, I will be responsible to the end."
"..." Meng Ye's beautiful eyelids lifted, and he glanced at him scrutinizingly, sour and jealous, "So you kissed, touched, and slept?"
"Soon." Zhuang Shao put his hands together.
Shit, why the fuck did you bring a wish! Meng Ye flicked his forehead: "You can go crazy."
Zhuang Shao swayed back, then swayed back, put his arms around Meng Ye's waist, buried his head in his collarbone, and took a deep breath: "Don't leave me."
Half of Meng Ye's body was numb.