How Could I Lose to Him

Chapter 110: Good brother

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Hou Mo sat at the desk in his own room, pouted with a pen between his lips and nose, and read the message Sang Xian replied with his mobile phone in his hand.

Sang Xian: Is it expensive

Prosperity: Is this thing expensive in your eyes

Sang Xian: I think Suihou Yu should not lack such things.

Prosperity of wealth: It’s not a question of wanting or not, getting what you want, after all, it’s my first birthday with him, and it’s also his coming-of-age ceremony.

Sang Xian: OK, I see, I will help you order.

Suihou Yu's birthday is April 5th.

Today is February 16th, and there is still one and a half months before Suihou Yu's birthday, and Hou Mo has already started making preparations.

He still attaches great importance to Suihou Yu's coming-of-age ceremony.

Hou Mo put down his pen and transferred money to Sang Xian with his mobile phone.

Then I turned on the computer to inquire about the modification of the movement, and then took the drawings to communicate with Hou's mother to study how these things should be modified.

As a woman of science and technology, these little things are like assembling toys to Hou Mo. After giving Hou Mo the idea of modifying them, she asked, "Aren't you going to accompany Xiaoyu today?"

"I was just driven back." Hou Mo sat down on the sofa in the living room in frustration, looked around idly, and then reached out to peel the dried fruit to eat, "His art teacher left him homework and asked him to draw it today .My eldest brother and I were kicked out, saying we disturbed his painting."

"Xiao Yu is pretty good at drawing?"

"It's not bad... Anyway, I can't understand it. When I saw it just now, it was full of color blocks, like potatoes smashed with a shovel. I think it takes a lot of paint to paint. He painted a new box of paint. After a day, black, green, and blue were mixed into the light color, and the color changed. I looked uncomfortable and helped him dig it out bit by bit, but he thought I was in the way."

"Then when will you go there?"

"Wait a while, lest he be anxious with me if he can't draw it." Hou Mo held up the drawing and continued to look at it.

After looking at the drawings for a while, he looked at his watch again. Twenty minutes later, he still couldn't sit still. He put the drawings in the drawer of the desk in the room, and walked out the door with a new bed sheet and quilt.

Hou's mother kept watching, and she was relieved after the door was closed, and took her elder brother back to her room.

After sitting down, Mother Hou took out a stack of documents from the drawer, turned on the desk lamp and looked at them carefully. I took the laptop casually, entered the password after starting it, and organized the PPT with one hand.

She was also a strong woman before her illness.

Later, when she had a health problem, she found opportunities to go to work one after another. Going to a hotel to work can exercise her body. She is also a person who can't be idle, and she likes to clean up the house at home.

Later, I worked as an accountant on behalf of the account, and gradually developed some personal connections.

Now, she still wanted to make a comeback, but she was afraid that Hou Mo would be worried, so she could only do it secretly.

Hou Mo entered Suihou Yu's B&B, and as soon as he entered the door, he raised the things in his hand and said, "I'm here to change the sheets."

Sui Hou Yu sat in front of the easel and watched Hou Mo walk past him, and went to change the sheets on the bed.

He continued to paint, and after a while, he saw Hou Mo go to boil a pot of water again, and went into the kitchen to play with the traditional Chinese medicine that Coach Wang had brought over.

He has been drinking the traditional Chinese medicine for three days, and every time he smells the traditional Chinese medicine, he feels sick, and it is even worse after drinking it. At least he didn't want to say a word for at least five minutes.

The most frightening thing is that it may come back that smell.

He can't eat snacks with sugar, so he can only drink plain water to relieve the taste in his mouth.

After a while, the smell of traditional Chinese medicine came from the kitchen, and Suihou Yu couldn't continue painting for a moment.

Just as he was losing his temper, Hou Mo came out of the kitchen and put the cut fruit beside him.

He looked up at Hou Mo, and Hou Mo also looked at him who was filthy in the painting, then forked a piece with a fork and fed it to his mouth.

Hou Mo asked, "Can you finish a painting in one night?"

"According to the schedule of the art exam, it is true that I can finish a painting within the stipulated time. But I am just a hobby, and I will not take the exam..."

Hou Mo leaned over to look at Sui Hou Yu's painting, and he could already see the embryonic form.

Then, Hou Mo sat diagonally across from Sui Houyu, and said, "I really think you are very good. You see, you can take the college entrance examination for sports students, and you can take the college entrance examination for art students, both in dance and painting." Yes. The most important thing is that your cultural grades are also very good, and it is no problem to take the college entrance examination normally. This is simply omnipotent, and you are an exam monster."

After Suihou Yu thought about it, he suddenly felt that it was quite good, so he raised his eyebrows: "Your Brother Yu is versatile."

"Yes, I found a treasure. He is handsome and cute. He has a good brain and physical strength. He is the perfect boyfriend."

As soon as Hou Yu was coaxed from ear to ear, he saw Hou Mo getting up to bring the traditional Chinese medicine, and quickly stopped smiling.

Hou Mo continued to coax him: "Go down in one breath, and then drink water quickly. If you really can't eat a piece of fruit, it will only take a moment."

Reluctantly, he picked up the bowl containing the traditional Chinese medicine and drank it all in one gulp.

Hou Mo had already brought some cool water on the side and planned to pass it to him. After taking the water, he didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he put it aside and suddenly threw himself into Hou Mo's arms, holding Hou Mo's face and kissing it fiercely.

Hou Mo would never reject him, but this time he subconsciously wanted to push him away.

But he disagreed, and the two entangled their lips and teeth for thirty seconds before separating. After separation, Hou Yu went to drink water in a panic, and Hou Mo hurried to eat two mouthfuls of fruit.

Afterwards, Hou Mo sat on the chair and calmed down for a long time, muttering: "This is really the pain of hot eyes."

"Hmph, let you talk sarcastic again." He sat back in front of the easel again, intending to continue painting.

Hou Mo said helplessly: "If I can drink with you, I'll drink it, but I can't drink this. It's almost 150 catties, and if you focus on it, you will be crushed."

He glanced at Hou Mo, and Hou Mo quickly shut up, only then did he realize that they hadn't reached an agreement on the position.

"Then..." He hesitated to speak for a while, and finally said, "Then don't go too far, I heard that Ran Shu didn't get out of bed all day..."

"Oh..." Hou Mo didn't realize it at first, but when he did, he was suddenly happy, and came to his side excitedly. He saw a pile of paints and brush holders, and he didn't dare to make too much noise for fear of knocking them over, so he just squatted next to him. Asked, "How did you figure it out?"

"I just don't want to give you five minutes of happiness." He picked up the pen and planned to continue drawing, but he could feel the waves of the person beside him. If it were in the comics, there would definitely be flowers blooming behind Hou Mo at this time, and they were all extremely gorgeous.

He couldn't help but blushed at the tips of his ears, still stubbornly maintaining his seriousness.

After Sui Hou Yu finished painting, he respectfully moved the easel aside, and just after packing up the painting utensils, his body was carried into the bathroom.

When he came to his senses, he took off his shirt.

This guy is addicted to bathing together.

Fortunately, Hou Mo agreed that he should wear underwear today.

Lying under the quilt, he set the alarm clock with his mobile phone, while Hou Mo muttered beside him: "What should I call you in the future? Baby? Yuyu? Does Yuyu mean baby? Or good wife? "

"Dare to call it that, I will let you spend the first seven days of the Spring Festival."

Hou Mo finally calmed down.

Just when Sui Hou Yu was about to fall asleep in a daze, he heard Hou Mo's excited voice again: "I thought of it!"

This voice startled him, and he lost all sleepiness for a moment, so it turned out that this guy was still thinking about it.

He said "hmm" and didn't respond.

"I'll call you good brother from now on!"

After he listened, he suddenly had the expression of a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, and asked, "What the hell, why is it that you are begging for a date with you? Let's just buy three peaches tomorrow and find a place to buy this." It's done."

"Don't you think this title is very special?"

"do not think so!"

Hou Mo smiled for a while, leaned over and hugged him, and whispered beside his ear, "Good brother, do you want me to help you?"

After changing his tone, the words "good brother" became ambiguous, and there was a charming spring in his ears, which made his ears numb instantly, as if there was static electricity, and his hairs stood on end.

In the silence of the night, Hou Mo's voice was particularly pleasant, full of youthful vibes, teasing him.

He felt that Hou Mo had moved, and whispered in his ear again: "My good brother, don't fall asleep."

He could only bury his face in Hou Mo's arms, and when he was about to fall asleep, Hou Mo leaned over and bit his ear, which made him tremble and wake up again.

Finally, a kiss on the forehead.

On the sixth day of the first lunar month, Suihou Yu was on his way to the training school, and had been answering calls from Ran Shu.

He was in a hurry when he went out, he didn't wear earphones, he hung up the phone until his arms were sore, leaning on the back of the chair and sighing.

Hou Mo heard it intermittently, and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"Ran Shu and Sang Xian quarreled."

"It's normal for them to quarrel, and they usually quarrel violently, so don't worry." As he spoke, he touched his fingertips with his fingertips, "What's the reason this time?"

"Sang Xian has two dogs at home, one herding the other Alaska. When Ran Shu and Alaska got into a fight, Sang Xian not only refused to pull away but also laughed. He was very angry and wanted to break up with Sang Xian."

After hearing that, Hou Mo laughed: "The real Alaska leather that Sang presented is like Erha's. It is indeed playful, but not aggressive. I guess the dog was playing with him, but he got angry very seriously. He didn't even think about it, if he really wanted to fight with Alaska's body, would he be able to fight? He and Teddy are both good enough to fight."

Suihou Yu sometimes has to admit: "Ran Shu sometimes... is a little tricky."

"You take the class seriously first, and then talk about other things."

After arriving at school, Sui Hou Yu took off his coat, gave Hou Mo all the things he had brought, and sat in front of the easel to prepare for class.

He respectfully fixed yesterday's work on the easel, intending to see the painting for the last time. After a while, the painting will be changed beyond recognition by Teacher Du.

Today there was one more person waiting on a bench, and beside Hou Mo was Teacher Du's boyfriend.

The two of them didn't communicate at first, but later they got bored of waiting, so they chatted quietly.

The chats were also very unfamiliar, such as talking about tennis, which Hou Mo is good at, and that man knows taekwondo, and the other is that they are as tall as two people.

At the end of the chat, neither of them knew the other's last name.

After the class was over, Hou Yu walked to Hou Mo's side, took out his mobile phone from his coat pocket to call Ran Shu, and quickly tapped his fingers on the screen.

He was somewhat worried. After all, Ran Shu was in love for the first time, so don't break up badly and leave bad memories.

After Ran Shu connected, his voice became even hoarse than last time, and he whispered, "Hello...Brother Yu."

Suihou Yu had already guessed what happened over there, so he just replied: "Okay, I understand, you should have a good rest."

"Well, I'll sleep a little longer." After Ran Shu answered, he hung up the phone.

Hou Mo held up his mobile phone and showed it to Sui Hou Yu: "I also asked, and Sang Xian said so."

Sui Hou Yu took a look at Hou Mo's cell phone, saw Sang Xian and said: I suspect he is practicing rap with me.

Sang Xian: Why is he so good at swearing, it makes my ears go numb.

Suihou Yu didn't want to worry about it anymore, he was still worried that the two of them were making love vigorously.

He took Hou Mo upstairs to the dance studio, paused after passing a room, and said on a whim, "I'll show you wearing Hanfu?"

"Okay!" Hou Moguang thought about it, and the halazi was about to flow out.

"I have a costume here, which was custom-made for the last performance, and I haven't taken it away. I won't wear a wig, it's uncomfortable to wear."

Suihou Yu led him to the dressing room, opened his small cabinet, took out the Hanfu from inside, and changed it on the side.

Hanfu is worn when dancing. It is not an unconventional style. It belongs to Jinru, with cross collars, wide sleeves, and exquisite embroidery.

When Sui Houyu wore it, he still said: "Other people's ones are silver-gray with smog blue. I am the center, and I have to order dark red. In fact, I still like smog blue. I also like it myself. I bought a set, but after half a year of waiting for the construction period, it still hasn’t arrived in the mail.”

"Well, I know you like blue and green."

While waiting to change clothes with Hou Yu, Hou Mo looked at his flaxen hair in the mirror, suddenly pointed to his hair and said, "I want to dye this thing green."

Suihou Yu glanced back at him: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"You like it."

"I like marinated eggs, have you shaved? Pickled yourself by the way?"

"..."

"There's something wrong..." Suihou Yu cursed in anger.

Sui Hou Yu was dressed neatly, tidying up his sleeves and walking over. He was really wearing the most gentle clothes, made the most fierce expression, and waved his fist at Hou Mo in protest: "What do you think about every day? Dare you?" Touch a hair and I'll beat you."

Hou Mo took a step back, nodded repeatedly, and by the way looked at Sui Hou Yu's appearance in Hanfu, and nodded in approval: "It looks good."

Suihou Yu's appearance is soft and beautiful, which seems to be suitable for Chinese style things, with a strong classic flavor, and his eyebrows and eyes have the suave feeling of an ancient prince.

Hou Mo followed behind him and asked, "Have you ever tried to straighten your hair?"

He suddenly wondered what Suihou Yu's hair would look like if it was straight.

Suihou Yu shook his head: "No, I have to sit quietly for a while to straighten my hair, I can't sit still."

After thinking for a while, he recalled bad memories: "There was a time when we braided dreadlocks for a dance performance, and I also deliberately grew my hair a little longer during the summer vacation. Dirty braids are paid according to the number of strands, but the hairdresser made them I got impatient with my hair and said that I don’t want to earn any more money.”

Hou Mo laughed for a long time before he stopped.

Suihou Yu took him to the dance studio, this time it was a normal dance studio, brighter.

Hou Mo sat in front of the mirror, holding the belongings of the two of them, waiting for Sui Hou Yu to start.

Suihou Yu searched for a long time before finding the accompanying music.

This time, Hou Yu chose an ancient song, which is full of Chinese dance movements.

Chinese dance actually follows some of the training system of ballet, and some of the movements also incorporate the skills of hand, eye, body, footwork and other martial arts in traditional opera. Pay more attention to the beauty of the body, especially when spinning, the movement is long and extremely stretched, which needs to reflect the sense of extension.

Hou Mo watched Sui Hou Yu's dance moves, and couldn't help but tugged at his cuffs. This body is... so soft!

He was so hungry that he swallowed his saliva.

After the dance, Suihou Yu came over and squatted in front of him. The moment he squatted down, he seemed to be kneeling on one knee, with his clothes fluttering, as if there was a hint of immortality.

Hou Mo looked at him and said, "You danced really well!"

"What's for lunch?" Suihou Yu knew that he danced well, but what he cared about was eating.

Immortal energy was reduced by half in an instant.

Hou Mo leaned over and whispered, "I want to eat a good brother..."

"Oh, you still used your hands last night, but you want to use your mouth today?"

Hou Mo really reacted for a while before realizing that Sui Hou Yu had played a yellow accent, and then nodded with a smile: "Okay, I will try it next time."

Suihou Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, obviously he was the one who started, but he felt embarrassed first.

Hou Mo took off Sui Hou Yu's hand, then stretched out his hand to press the back of Sui Hou Yu's head, and leaned over to kiss Sui Hou Yu's lips.

Just when it was hard to part, someone suddenly pushed the door in, scaring them to separate immediately.

During the Spring Festival, there are very few people in the school. Only the art students will come to the school and leave after class.

Among these students, only Sui Houyu came to this school like going home, and each classroom was free to come and go, so that few people would come here, but this time a person suddenly came and surprised them.

After seeing the person who came in, Suihou Yu opened his eyes wide in fright.

It is Yang Xiang language.

There was a "thump" in his heart.

He knew that Yang Xiangyu would go crazy and yell, and he couldn't accept that he had a boyfriend.

"Sui Hou Yu!" Yang Xiangyu suddenly shouted his name hoarsely, "You are shameless, you are a disgusting homosexual, but you are also framing Uncle Xu, why are you so shameless?!"

As he spoke, he pointed to Hou Mo and said, "Look at the boyfriend you're looking for. He's sloppy and dyes his hair at a young age. He doesn't look like a serious person."

Hou Mo noticed that Sui Hou Yu's expression collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if he was going to explode soon.

If the mother and son quarrel, it will definitely have the same effect as sparks hitting the earth.

He quickly stood up and said, "Hello, Auntie, I'm An Nanxi."

"I don't care who you are!" Yang Xiangyu yelled at Hou Mo, after yelling, he suddenly remembered something, and muttered, "The name sounds familiar."

He reminded: "With the son of my uncle's comrade-in-arms, I practiced the piano with Brother Yu."

Yang Xiangyu remembered that she had met Hou Mo a few times and thought she was of mixed race.

What she remembers most is Hou Mo's father, a very heroic man, but very gentle to his son. This made her feel that the contrast between Sui Lin and Hou Mo's father was too strong. Although they were comrades-in-arms, there was such a big gap between Sui Lin and Hou Mo's father.

The sense of drop is strong, resulting in a deep impression.

While Yang Xiangyu was in a daze, Hou Mo pointed to his hair: "My hair color has been like this since I was a child, it's not dyed."

After finishing speaking, he smiled at Yang Xiangyu, smiling like an angel, the smile was pure and free of impurities, and he was not afraid of her roar at all.

Yang Xiangyu wanted to swear, but he just got stuck.

Hou Mo continued to smile: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, we really should have a good chat, this occasion is not suitable, let's find another place to chat."

"Let me have a good chat with you? You and my son..." Yang Xiangyu pointed at Sui Houyu and wanted to curse, but was interrupted by Hou Mo.

"Well, I'm his boyfriend, we'll be a family from now on!"

"Who is your family?!"

Hou Mo hurriedly coaxed Yang Xiangyu: "Okay, auntie, don't be angry, don't be angry, you are not beautiful."

Hou Mo knew that the training school had a sound-proof room, which was usually used to talk to new students. Sitting in it, passing students would not be able to hear the new offers.

The reason why he knew it was because Suihou Yu pointed to it and said to him, "Even if you scream and break your throat, no one will come to save you."

He was quite excited, and replied: "Oh, then I really like it!"

Yang Xiangyu was trembling with anger, but was coaxed and tricked by Hou Mo into the soundproof room, so that Yang Xiangyu's heartbreaking shouts would not attract people to watch.

Sui Hou Yu was worried at first, but when he saw Hou Mo pushing his mother into the soundproof room, he suddenly found the scene very interesting, as if Hou Mo was born to be gentle.

After walking in, Hou Mo asked Yang Xiangyu to sit down first, and offered to pour her a glass of water.

"I won't drink!" She refused directly.

"Let's drink some, or I'll talk to you later, and it's easy to make you angry."

As soon as she heard it, she became excited and asked: "Why, do you really think you are great? I will definitely let you break up if you get angry!"

Hou Mo stretched out his hand and pulled Sui Hou Yu to sit beside him. After sitting together, the two of them looked at each other, as if they were not afraid.

Then, Hou Mo looked at Yang Xiangyu and replied calmly: "I have also heard about the matter between you and my boyfriend. I don't think he will obey your words and separate from me. After all, your relationship is very ordinary. And , given how you treated him before, I don’t think I’ll respect your opinion on our relationship. You can’t separate us, so let’s chat calmly, okay?”

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In reality, there are such parents around me who are very controlling. They keep calling if they don’t answer the phone, calling the counselor, and calling relatives who live in the same city as their son.

My family members received a call from her, saying that her son did not answer her calls (deliberately, ignoring her), and asked my family to go to the university to find her son.

After she quarreled with her son, she would call many relatives, yelling and complaining how much her son was too much. Every time she called, she was in front of her son, and let her son listen to her and relatives talking about her faults and complaining. Sometimes I will scold my son again.

Now, her son is a medical student in graduate school. He hasn't called her mother for many years, and he doesn't go home during the Chinese New Year.

I generally don't interact with this family, and I hide in my room when I have to meet them.

[Chinese dance actually follows some of the training system of ballet, and some of the movements also incorporate techniques such as hand, eye, body and steps of classical opera and martial arts. What is more important is the beauty of the body, especially when spinning, the movement is long and extremely stretched, which needs to reflect the sense of extension.]

*References for this paragraph: Baidu Encyclopedia of Chinese Dance, partly quoted.