The weather was getting colder, and Xie Meng rarely did not fight with Zhang Xiujuan when he came out to fight one day.
"Good mother." Xie Meng wiped his sweat: "Go in and sleep, it's cold outside."
Zhang Xiujuan squinted her eyes and smiled. She will be old in November, and her spirit has not been as good as before.
"Suddenly I feel really old." Zhang Xiujuan straightened the white hair beside her ears, and patted the seat next to her: "Sit with my good mother."
Xie Meng sat beside her and rubbed her hands: "Now I say that I am old, but I am not old."
"That's not the same." Zhang Xiujuan said lightly: "I said old, that's really old, I know it myself."
It was rare for Mo Suyuan to get up early on Saturday to go fishing in Xishan with Ji Shanrong. She was very used to her son's routine of running and boxing every morning.
"Do you want your mother to prepare something for you to bring your friends back to play?" Mo Suyuan yawned as she flipped through the refrigerator and said to herself, "Not enough desserts..."
Ji Qinyang put on his shoes and put the headphones on his head: "He can do it himself, don't worry about it."
Mo Suyuan glanced at him angrily: "How can I let the guests do it." After that, she was a little uncertain: "Is it really a girl?"
"It's a boyfriend." Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows and said half-truth: "His name is Xie Meng, I'll introduce you to you next time."
Mo Suyuan just thought he was joking, and waved her hand, ready to wait for her son to leave and take the strawberries in the refrigerator to the kitchen to wash them.
Xie Meng opened the courtyard door and waited for Ji Qinyang to park the car. When the boy locked the car, he suddenly said, "Huh? Why can't the key be inserted?"
"Let's see." Xie Meng did not suspect him, and the moment he bent down, Ji Qinyang turned his head sharply and kissed him on the lips.
Xie Meng: "..."
Zhang Xiujuan greeted in the room: "Xiao Ji, come and try the red bean porridge of the good mother."
"Come on." Ji Qinyang put his arms around Xie Meng's shoulders.
Xie Meng sighed: "...Don't keep making raids."
Ji Qinyang: "?"
Xie Meng: "Heart disease is about to be scared out."
Ji Qinyang smiled, and while Zhang Xiujuan was not paying attention, he whispered in Xie Meng's ear, "I can't help it."
Xie Meng looked at him.
Ji Qinyang's expression was serious: "It's hard not to kiss you."
Zhang Xiujuan's radio broke last week. At that time, Xie Meng had just finished his midterm exam and accidentally mentioned this to Ji Qinyang, and the boy volunteered to come over to help fix it.
Originally, Xie Meng only thought that the other party was looking for an excuse to come to his house. As a result, Ji Qinyang really took apart Zhang Xiujuan's radio and installed it. After debugging, the Pingtan tune of "New Mulan Ci" came out on the radio. .
Zhang Xiujuan exclaimed "Yeah" in surprise.
Ji Qinyang turned up the volume, although there was still noise, it was obviously much clearer than before.
Zhang Xiujuan said happily: "Oh... I can finally understand." She couldn't help but scold her little grandson: "See how capable Xiao Ji is!"
Ji Qinyang was not polite, and said in Suzhou dialect: "I also want to be the grandson of a good mother-in-law."
"They are all my grandsons, and they are all my heart." Zhang Xiujuan smiled like a flower: "Quick, let's eat red bean porridge."
Zhang Xiujuan's radio was finally fixed and naturally reluctant to let it go. Xie Meng simply left the old lady alone to listen to the book quietly, and took Ji Qinyang out to eat red bean porridge. Took a pie.
"You don't like sweets." Ji Qinyang didn't take a spoon, and drank most of it directly from the bowl.
Xie Meng shook his head: "Do you like it?"
"I like it." Ji Qinyang smiled, he drank the remaining half bowl of porridge and put the bowl into the sink.
"Let's go back and buy a new radio for my good wife." Ji Qinyang poured some detergent: "I can only repair it roughly this time. It's too old, so I still have to change it."
Xie Meng stretched out his hand to help him roll up his sleeves, bowed his head and said, "The old man is used to it and can't bear it, she just likes it."
Ji Qinyang didn't speak, his eyes fell on Xie Meng's focused side face, and suddenly said: "You are also my heart."
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang smiled and kissed his temple: "It's incredibly sweet."
The old lady had to go to the tea house to listen to the storytelling in the afternoon. Xie Meng finally locked the courtyard door, and Ji Qinyang was waiting for him with his bicycle stretched.
"What are you going to eat at night?" The boy reconfirmed again without giving up: "Really not staying at my house for the night?"
Xie Meng looked at him helplessly.
Ji Qinyang pouted: "Okay."
Xie Meng laughed, he reached out and rubbed the back of the other's head: "You..."
The autumn is far-reaching. Ji Qinyang rides Xie Meng across the small bridge and flowing water. Ginkgo biloba is planted on both sides of the street, the yellow leaves of the fan flap are paved all the way, and the wheels of the car are running silently.
Ji Qinyang hummed a tune he didn't know when he wrote it, turned across the road, Xie Meng listened to him for a while, and asked, "What about that song?"
Ji Qinyang's voice came from the wind with a smile: "Which one?"
Xie Meng recalled for a long time, and hummed a paragraph not very skillfully.
Ji Qinyang waited for the other party to stumble and sang almost all of those two sentences before answering, "I haven't written it yet... Do you like it?"
Xie Meng nodded: "Yes."
Ji Qinyang: "That's all for you."
"True or false." Xie Meng asked with a smile
"The songs written in the future are all yours." Ji Qinyang turned his head and looked at Xie Meng: "It's all written for you."
When the two arrived at Ji Qinyang's house, Mo Suyuan hadn't come back, and there were washed strawberries on the table, which looked alluring and delicious.
"Do you want to eat something?" Ji Qinyang held half a strawberry in his mouth and pointed vaguely, "Here."
Xie Meng pressed against each other's head, and the two kissed for a long time, their mouths full of sweet strawberry juice.
Ji Qinyang hugged him and refused to let go, and pressed his lower body against each other, obviously reacting.
Xie Meng calmed down for a while and whispered: "Don't eat... When will your parents be back?"
"It's probably late." Ji Qinyang stepped back, but still held Xie Meng's hand tightly. He took him to his music room, and there were handwritten scores scattered around the piano.
Xie Meng picked up a few to look at.
"It's all tadpoles." Xie Meng smiled: "I don't understand."
Ji Qinyang hugged him and sat on the piano bench, dangling his fingers on the score: "dodo, miso, fafarui~"
Xie Meng followed and sang seriously: "dodo..."
Ji Qinyang's hand reached into the hem of the boy's clothes, and his lips were pressed against the other's fair neck.
Xie Meng: "..."
Ji Qinyang licked his earlobe, Xie Meng ticklishly hid: "Don't..."
Ji Qinyang turned the person around, Xie Meng straddled his lap, in a face-to-face posture, the boy covered his face with the piano score, and the paper was crumpled on both sides.
"What are you doing?" Ji Qinyang smiled and wanted to pull out the sheet music: "Who am I going to find if it is torn?"
"..." Xie Meng put down his hand, his face was a little red, his expression was still calm, Ji Qinyang leaned up and kissed the corner of his eyes and between his eyebrows.
The heating was turned on in the room, Xie Meng's thin sweater was rolled up by Ji Qinyang, the boy lowered his head and kissed each other's chest, playing with his nipples with his lips and tongue.
Xie Meng pushed him a little unbearably: "Don't keep going there."
"Why?" Ji Qinyang smiled: "Are you uncomfortable?"
Xie Meng was embarrassed and didn't want to speak, so Ji Qinyang smiled and said deliberately: "That seems comfortable."
Behind the two was the piano, Xie Meng couldn't hide, so he could only lean on it halfway.
Ji Qinyang kissed him again for a while, and couldn't help reaching out and zipping the other's pants.
The boy's half-erect avatar was wrapped in his underwear, showing beautiful shapes and colors. Xie Meng subconsciously raised his hand to cover it, but Ji Qinyang gently patted it away.
Recalling his experience of handjob, Ji Qinyang helped Xie Meng masturbate, the latter grabbed his shoulders, and the flushing on his face became deeper and deeper.
Ji Qinyang stared at the boy's expression, his hands kept soothing, and his voice became hoarse: "I want to use my mouth... Is it possible?"
Xie Meng shook, but Ji Qinyang hadn't reacted yet, and the other party had already shot.
"… "
Ji Qinyang muttered: "What a pity..."
Regarding Ji Qinyang's regrettable statement, Xie Meng didn't know what to do with his expression. He hurriedly took out a tissue and wiped his things clean. When he accidentally touched Ji Qinyang's legs, he realized that the other party was still stiff.
"I..." Xie Meng took a breath: "I'll help you..."
Ji Qinyang raised his eyebrows, he grabbed Xie Meng's hand and pressed it behind his back, wrapping the person in his arms: "Forget it this time."
Xie Meng said with guilt: "But..."
Ji Qinyang kissed him on the mouth: "Can you give me oral sex next time?"
Xie Meng: "..."
When Mo Suyuan came back, Ji Qinyang was teaching Xie Meng to recognize the stave. She quietly opened the door, but the two boys didn't notice her, so they put their heads together and whispered.
Mo Suyuan walked around behind Ji Qinyang lightly, and Xie Meng saw her as soon as he looked up.
Mo Suyuan raised her index finger and made a shush gesture, then stretched out her hand to cover her son's eyes.
Xie Meng: "..."
Mo Suyuan dressed in a loli voice: "Guess what clothes mom is wearing today~"
Ji Qinyang laughed, and he took Mo Suyuan's hand down: "You look good no matter what you wear."
Xie Meng stood aside and greeted cautiously: "Hello, Auntie."
Mo Suyuan didn't have the air of an elder at all. She patted Xie Meng's shoulder intimately, and joked: "As expected of my son's 'boyfriend', he looks so handsome~"
Xie Meng: "..."
It was rare for a friend with a son to stay for dinner. Mo Suyuan could not wait to burn a table full of Han Chinese, and Xie Meng's bowl was never empty from beginning to end.
In the middle of the meal, Mo Suyuan remembered one thing: "Today I met Mr. Wu when your dad and I were fishing, and he asked you if you had read the recommendation letter from the tenor."
Xie Meng hadn't heard Ji Qinyang mention the alto before, he stopped eating and turned to look at Ji Qinyang.
"Look." Ji Qinyang filled a bowl of soup and handed it to Xie Meng: "I'm still thinking about it."
"This is a good opportunity." Ji Shanrong said, "Mr. Wu has already helped you sign up for the music theory test this summer, so keep up the good work."
Ji Qinyang had no opinion. He served Xie Meng and found that the boy was holding a bowl in a daze.
"What's wrong?" Ji Qinyang pushed him.
Xie Meng came back to his senses: "You... plan to take the Beijing exam?"
Ji Qinyang said indifferently, "Not yet, maybe."
Xie Meng opened his mouth, he swallowed, not knowing what to say.
"Where's Xie Meng?" Mo Suyuan asked enthusiastically, "Where are you going to take the test?"
"Mom, didn't you ask for nothing?" Ji Qinyang smiled: "He will definitely go with me..."
"Shanghai." Xie Meng interrupted the other party calmly. He didn't open his eyes, deliberately didn't look at Ji Qinyang's shocked expression, and said slowly, "I'm going to take the test in Shanghai."
There were only a few street lights in Shantang Street. Ji Qinyang pushed the car and walked silently beside Xie Meng. The light and shadow slowly overlapped and retreated, blurring the expressions on their faces like an old-fashioned movie.
"Are you blaming me for not telling you about the tenor?" Ji Qinyang spoke suddenly in the dark, and he heard Xie Meng sigh just before the next street light.
"No." Xie Meng stood under the lamp, the dim light hit his face, the boy's expression was gentle: "I'm just a little surprised..." He considered: "You can go to the alto, I'm very happy for you , really, very powerful."
Ji Qinyang frowned: "But you don't want to go to Beijing."
Xie Meng pursed his lips. He avoided Ji Qinyang's sight and said as calmly as possible: "Even if I don't go to Beijing, nothing will change..."
"You want to have a long-distance relationship with me?" Ji Qinyang's tone was a little harsh, and he said coldly and sharply, "Or do you think it doesn't matter if we break up because of distance?"
Xie Meng opened his eyes wide, his expression complex and frightened, and he retorted: "What are you talking about...!"
"You didn't tell me anything, and I don't know what you're thinking." Ji Qinyang stared at the other person's expression: "I'm like a hot fool."
Xie Meng clenched his fists, he seemed to be enduring something, and said coldly after a long while: "Then have you told me, you'd rather tell Qi Fei than me about the matter of going to Zhongyin!"
The empty alley was silent and the broken street lights fell at Ji Qinyang's feet. He turned his face away and said stiffly, "I don't want to quarrel with you."
Xie Meng was silent, he watched Ji Qinyang get on the bicycle, the boy put his foot on the ground, leaned slightly, leaned over and kissed his brow with some force.
"I'm going back." Ji Qinyang whispered, "See you tomorrow."