Yang Mo came out of the house, passed the community square, and saw Han Shiyu and Erdan who were on the phone by the flower bed.
Just as he was about to call out to him, he stopped and glanced at the colorful toy balls all over the floor.
He looked up at Han Shiyu again. Just in time, Han Shiyu threw a ball out of his hand. I saw that Bian Mu didn't pick it up at this time, but paced slowly to the basket, took one from the inside, and then walked back slowly, Han Shiyu, who was focused on the phone, took the ball from his mouth. , and threw it out again.
Repeat the above actions.
"..." Yang Mo called out, "Han Shiyu."
It just so happened that Han Shiyu's phone call was almost finished. After the warning, he hung up, smiled at Yang Mo, and when he was about to get up, he also saw the colorful floor.
Han Shiyu: "..."
He turned his eyes and saw Erdan who was guarding an empty basket, which was lying on the ground and sticking its tongue.
Han Shiyu felt that he was mocked by the four-legged animal.
"This little bastard," Han Shiyu felt annoyed and amused, "I'm still thinking, why doesn't it get tired from running back and forth so many times?"
Yang Mo: "..."
It just so happened that Yang Han and Lu Yueming also arrived here and saw this tragic situation. The two looked puzzled and thought it was Erdan who knocked over the basket. After briefly understanding everything from Yang Mo's mouth, Yang Han shrugged his shoulders as he had expected.
She said to Han Shiyu, "I'll just say it, it's smarter than you."
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My hometown raised a Bian Mu and asked me to throw a ball to it, but it actually took it out of the basket to fool me. I called and didn't notice... Didn't it say that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, semen was not allowed
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Tomorrow, on New Year's Eve, Lao Yang plans to take Yang Han to the market tomorrow to purchase some New Year's goods. Lao Yang doesn't like to buy these things online, because he thinks it lacks flavor.
Han Shiyu, who had nothing to do, suggested to go together. Yang Mo placed the basket of balls and came out from the balcony, and was pulled into the discussion group by Han Shiyu in a few words. Yang Han proposed to pull the deer, and Lu Yueming agreed with a smile. After they have planned everything for tomorrow. Han Lang and Yang Mo cooked their own meals and settled their dinner.
The next day, Lao Yang dragged his family and took his family to the street, and Yang Mo was called "Auntie", "Grandma", "Uncle" and "Auntie" by Lao Yang all the way. In contrast, Han Shiyu was much more relaxed, and even had time to go to other people's stalls to touch tomatoes.
The stall owner stared at him with strange eyes.
Yang Han thought that if she saw a man with sunglasses wrapped up like a model who had just stepped off the runway wandering out of place in front of the market stall, she would also look at him with this weird look.
Lu Yueming was beside him, his expression showed some incredulity, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect my uncle to come to these places."
It seems that in his impression, a capitalist like Han Shiyu should be linked to luxury goods and high-end places, travel should be private jets or first-class instead of long-distance cars, and the smell on his body should be expensive perfume. Not fresh picked fruit and vegetable flavor.
Yang Han looked at Lu Yueming.
She couldn't say it either.
She was adopted by Yang Mo and Han Shiyu when she was seven years old. When she first entered the family, she had a very short adaptation period, just like water and milk blending. She stretched out a little tentacle and it melted in it - this feeling Yang Han said no come out.
She felt that her two fathers were different from others, and they were no different. They are not out of reach, they are two of the ordinary. Yang Han lives by their side. He doesn't have to change his nature for a wealthy family. By living in the most common and comfortable way, he can live happily and be protected very safely.
Just like the New Year's clothes on Yang Han's body, it is not expensive, only a few hundred yuan, but Yang Han thinks it is comfortable and beautiful.
Sure enough, Han Shiyu bargained with the stall owner, causing a quarrel.
Han Shiyu took off his sunglasses and rolled up his sleeves to confront him. The stall owner is an old man. He doesn't know any president of Jixun. His dark skin is covered with ravine-like wrinkles, his tough neck is stretched out, and he speaks a big dialect and argues with Han Shiyu.
Yang Han looked at it from a distance and felt that this was a world famous painting that could be topped the hot search again.
Yang Han answered Lu Yueming's question and said, "He has a big heart and doesn't dislike him wherever he goes."
Lu Yueming laughed.
Han Shiyu just finished shopping, carrying the bag of red tomatoes and roaring: "WeChat is still Alipay!
The head of the old vegetable seller behind his ears is an old record that is too stubborn to integrate with the times. With a hoarse voice, he shook his head and said, "No, no!"
Han Shiyu clicked his tongue and went around to exchange cash with the stall owner who supports online payment.
The old man tucked away the crumpled money and waved hello to him.
Han Shiyu walked back. The old man claimed that his family's tomatoes were pure natural without pesticides, so Han Shiyu took one directly, wiped it with toilet paper, and started eating.
He blended perfectly into the crowd next to him, and seemed to know how to do as the locals did without being taught.
He hands the tomatoes to Young-han.
Yang Han took it.
Only then did she know that Han Shiyu, in the bargaining process, lived up to expectations and made a quarrel with tomatoes that cost more than three yuan per pound. No wonder the old man had awe in his eyes when he sent him away.
"..." Yang Han has never seen this kind of operation, the more noisy, the more incredulous: "How did you do it."
"I don't know either." Han Shiyu took a bite of a fresh tomato and said with a frown. "too difficult."
…
Lao Yang also saw Han Shiyu and his granddaughter not far away, with a smile in his eyes, he turned his head, and many old friends dropped by to say hello to him.
The New Year's stall in front of me is just a huge film, which is half-vertically hung between two trees and covered with characters of blessing and Spring Festival couplets. The other half is spread on the ground, with clay sculptures, incense and plastic ingots brushed with gold dust and other things.
The stall owner was sitting in the center, smoking a cigarette.
Seeing Lao Yang and Yang Mo, the stall owner spit out a puff of smoke and said, "Yo, your precious son is back."
Lao Yang glanced at him, was pulling the New Year's goods, and said, "I won't quarrel with you today, and I won't be angry when the New Year is old."
The stall owner's voice was like an old blower, and he giggled. He said, "Then don't buy it from me." He pointed to the stall not far away with his pipe, and said, "Go there. "
Lao Yang said lightly: "You are cheap."
Yang Mo glanced at Lao Yang, nodded to the stall owner, and called Uncle Sheng.
…
That night, after Yang Mo deeply reflected on his careless choice of mate, he still accepted Han Shiyu's ring - it was made by him, with the two of them's names engraved on it.
They kissed by the flower beds under the cover of darkness, the light of fireworks shining on each other's faces.
They went back and did it once in Yang Mo's room. It was midnight after the work. Yang Mo was not sleepy, but was very awake.
He quietly looked at the opened small package on the head of the bed, and suddenly felt amused—he remembered that in college, when Han Shiyu first proposed to "deepen the relationship" with him, he was so nervous that he ran around for an hour. I can't find a suitable protective cover.
In the end, Yang Mo watched him bring back different brands—there were actually a variety of Ts with different flavors, and asked him suspiciously, "Are you very particular about these things."
Han Virgin shook his head and said, "I'm afraid you'll be careful."
Yang Mo: "..."
Later, Han Shiyu developed the good habit of carrying a sleeve with him when he went out with Yang Mo.
Yang Mo was very awake, but Han Shiyu was very sleepy. He wrapped his arms tightly around him, resting his head on the back of his neck and breathing gently.
Yang Mo knew why he was tired, so he called out without pity, "Han Shiyu."
Han Shiyu snorted with a nasal voice: "Well..."
After getting along for six years, Yang Duan's face gradually dropped. "Let's change it later," he said.
Han Shiyu blinked, woke up, and said, "Huh?"
Yang Mo lightly repeated it again: "Change it later."
Specifically refers to the exercise in bed.
Han Shiyu looked at him, stared at him, stared at him stubbornly. The light outside the window twitched in his eyes.
Inexplicably, Yang Mo was staring at him with a guilty conscience.
Han Shiyu plunged into Yang Mo's arms, like an unreasonable little brat, and said, "No."
Yang Mo: "..."
Yang Mo: "What?"
Han Shiyu was wronged: "No... You are older than me, you have to let me, Mo, brother, Momo, senior, little brother..."
Yang Mo: "..."
He couldn't bear to look directly at this young and talented, prudent and experienced CEO of Jixun, who was praised by marketing accounts and official media. As he became famous, countless conspiracy theories gradually brewed behind the camera and public opinion, slowly shaping him into a traitorous capitalist who could turn his hands over the clouds and turn his hands into the rain... But.
Now he is actually hunched over the duvet and coquettishly coquettish with him.
Yang Mo felt numb behind his back for some reason, and his auricles turned red all of a sudden. He pushed his head away unbearably, and said, "—You open it up for me!"
…
On the day he found out about their relationship, Lao Yang "run away from home" for one night.
Early in the morning, he came back with the husky in his arms. He didn't say a word to Yang Mo and Han Shiyu. The old man and the dog were leaning on each other to keep warm in the vast snow, which seemed to be very artistic.
After Er Ha left, Lao Yang decided that he would also have a dog, it was better to be smarter - and then there was Bian Mu Erdan.
This is a hint to Yang Mo nakedly: raising a son is not as good as a dog.
Before Yang Mo left, he wanted to bow down again to apologize to Lao Yang and let him look away. But Lao Yang did not give him this chance.
Yang Mo still went back with regrets, but after telling Lao Yang about his hidden thoughts for many years, Yang Mo's mood was relieved by most.
As for why Lao Yang accepted them slowly, Yang Moquan regarded it as a test of time.
... It was not until later that Yang Mo heard that Lao Yang had a fight with someone when he was shopping at a fair.
Those old men and women couldn't accept homosexuality, they thought it was too absurd, and they dragged Yang Mo into it.
This was told to him by the stall owner selling New Year's goods.
The stall owner said that at that time, Lao Yang was yelling at people and yelling at each other, and he said with a thick neck: "Yang Mo started a business outside and sent tens of thousands of dollars to his hometown every month, and he came back to see me every year. You can't have a son like this again!"
The quarrel, who was still arguing, was suddenly speechless.
The person next to him muttered: "Aren't you the only son, no matter how good it is, isn't it still a last resort to be with a man?"
Lao Yang roared: "Yang Mo started a business, brought his team to win the hacker world award, and brought glory to the country! The name of our Lao Yang family has long been written on the trophy and on the encyclopedia to honor the ancestors! He is willing to fight me with anyone. No problem, do you keep him or feed him rice, what's your business?!"
The old man stood alone in the crowd, his sleeves were filled with cold wind, and he straightened his spine proudly.
In the end, the stall owner pulled him out of the crowd. The old man was still not convinced, and he was relieved after yelling at the stall owner indiscriminately.
At that time, when Yang Mo heard the stall owner smiled and conveyed the original words to him, he was stunned for a long time.
Lao Yang never told him about it.
…
He looked at Lao Yang, the old man bent down, and handed the selected New Year goods to Yang Mo's arms, and Yang Mo took it over and took it.
At this time, Yang Mo saw that the gray hairs on Lao Yang's temples had grown too much, as if they had life, and they began to grow slowly from the depths of his memories.
Yang Mo suddenly wanted to reach out and touch it.
Lao Yang stood up and said to him, "Mo Yang."
Yang Mo: "Well."
Lao Yang: "How many years have you been with Han Shiyu?"
Yang Mo is 36 years old this year, and they met at the most youthful age in college. At that time, Han Shiyu was 18 and Yang Mo was 19.
Yang Mo just said roughly: "It's been a long time."
"When I'm at my age, you can go to live abroad." Lao Yang said with his hands behind his back, "The people here still don't understand."
Yang Mo's heart suddenly seemed to be grabbed by someone, and he remembered the angry words he once said to Lao Yang.
"The country is very good, and we will stay here forever. Yang Han... too." Yang Mo said, "We will go home every year from now on."
Lao Yang was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and looked at this villain for a long time.
Yang Mo thought he was going to say something, and remained silent until Lao Yang sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked to other places.
Yang Mo looked at his back and wanted to follow. The stall owner stopped him.
The stall owner smiled: "Pay."
Yang Mo: "...Oh."
"Every time he defaults on his debts, he likes to talk about things," the stall owner said while smoking a cigarette. "Look, he probably didn't have enough money."
Yang Mo: "..."