Upper bunk, we don't make an appointment

Xie Chun didn't answer, he was unwilling to answer, and Xie's mother couldn't ask.

During dinner, the three of them were sitting at the same table, talking to each other, and they seemed to be close as a family. Zhou Mingliang was as careful with Xie Chun as usual, and Xie's mother could only sigh helplessly when she saw it.

She didn't want to separate her son from his partner, but she didn't want her son to feel guilty and be scolded by poking his spine.

Later, when Mo Fang, Siwen, and Zhang Xu came back, Mother Xie would not repeat the old story, she only came to play.

"Mom, let me book a hotel for you." Xie Chun knew that there was no way for another person to stay here.

Xie Mu sat on the sofa and waved her hands, "No, I'll just sleep on the sofa."

How can Xie Chun let his mother sleep on the sofa, not to mention that he is an elder who needs to be filial, let alone that the elder is here, and he lives in the same room with Zhou Mingliang, no matter how he thinks about it, he feels awkward and embarrassing.

"Let's reserve a room for you." Xie Chun said.

Xie Mu glared at him, "Did you get your money from the strong wind? How expensive is it to stay in a hotel for one night, and the cheap ones cost one or two hundred. Anyway, I can't afford it. This sofa is so big, I can sleep on it."

Xie Chun was speechless, he knew that his mother was used to thrift since she was a child, brought him up by herself, never willing to spend extravagantly on money, so she had to give up.

He and Zhou Mingliang looked at each other, and finally said: "Okay, then, you sleep in my room, I sleep on the sofa, Liangzi, you and Lao Mo squeeze together, okay?"

Zhou Mingliang said: "I'm still a sofa, I have rough skin and thick flesh, hehe."

Xie Chun shook his head and disagreed.

Zhou Mingliang had been with him for many years, and if Xie Chun was firm in some matters, he would often not even say a word, and he could only obey Xie Chun's arrangements.

Looking at the opportunity, Zhou Mingliang found a time to be alone with Xie Chun, and he joked to Xie Chun, "Why, don't you think it's too old and rough, old man?"

Xie Chun snorted coldly, "Aren't you rougher than him?"

Zhou Mingliang understood the subtext, and couldn't help but feel happy, and heard Xie Chun say, "Don't you think sleeping with me will ruin my innocence?"

Zhou Mingliang was frightened for a moment, "You... how do you know?"

Xie Chundao: "Don't worry about how I know, he still wants to hide it from me?"

Zhou Mingliang immediately spoke righteously, "I have already educated Comrade Mo well, please Comrade Xie Chun not to harm Chi Yu."

"Tsk, dramatist." Xie Chun ignored him, Zhou Mingliang secretly wanted to hug his waist, never thought that Xie Chun was so obedient, and he didn't scold him or beat him, he was overjoyed.

"Chun'er, I'm going to re-educate Lao Mo later. After taking care of him, he will be very upright. Don't worry." Zhou Mingliang gave Xie Chun a smack on the back of the head.

Xie Chun suddenly said, "I haven't washed my hair for two days."

Caught off guard, Zhou Mingliang choked.

Xie Chun chuckled, "Just kidding, you don't know that I wash my hair every day, what's the matter, do you still dislike me?"

Zhou Mingliang shook his head again and again, "No, no, I can still kiss you even if you don't wash your hair or take a bath for ten days."

"Then I'll try not washing my hair or taking a bath for ten days another day?" Xie Chun raised his eyebrows.

Zhou Mingliang said in horror: "I still don't want it, I don't dislike it, but you feel uncomfortable, don't you?"

"Cut, sugar-coated cannonballs, full of lies."

Zhou Mingliang swore, "I don't, Chun'er, my love for you is like a surging river."

"Then what will happen to you if we break up?"

Zhou Mingliang wanted to cry instantly, "Life is better than death."

"Be serious." Xie Chun patted Zhou Mingliang with his backhand.

Zhou Mingliang buried himself in Xie Chun's neck, "Chun'er, I can't leave you, and you don't give up on me, okay?"

Xie Chun didn't answer, Zhou Mingliang put his arms around Xie Chun's waist and shook his body, "Are you okay?"

"Are you an octopus?"

"No." Zhou Mingliang was aggrieved, "Good Chuner, answer me."

Xie Chun was silent, Zhou Mingliang was unhappy, after a while he asked, "What did your mother tell you?"

Xie Chun said, "It's nothing."

"I don't believe it, she must have said something that made you sad, hey, Chun'er," Zhou Mingliang sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"No matter when, you still have me. Even if you make any decision that makes me unhappy, I will stand by your side. You are my most important person in this world. I want to kiss You, Chun'er."

Xie Chun was quite moved when he heard the first half of the sentence, but the second half...he couldn't help cursing: "Go, fuck, you just want to take advantage of me all day long."

"Why don't you take advantage of me?" Zhou Mingliang is not willing to let go of Xie Chun, "You take advantage of me, I have absolutely no objection, hehe, Chun'er."

"Don't be stupid!" Xie Chun felt more and more that Zhou Mingliang looked like a fool, and he smiled like a mentally retarded person, but he also felt that such a Zhou Mingliang made people feel warm in the heart, as if there was something more than before. I can't tell what it is.

"Well, Chun'er, I want to tell you something..."

"Why are you hiding in my room?" Mo Fang's voice was suddenly heard.

Xie Chun hurriedly separated from Zhou Mingliang, "Your uncle, can you keep your voice down?"

Mo Fang cursed in a low voice, "You two are really good enough, hiding here you have to love each other, you are so tired."

Zhou Mingliang despised Mo Fang, "Single dog, so pitiful."

Xie Chun laughed as soon as he heard it, and agreed with Zhou Mingliang's wave of critical attacks.

"Okay, I'm going out." Xie Chun went out.

Mo Fang replied to him, "Brother Chun, don't worry, I will never touch your husband tonight, I will definitely draw a [-]-point line, and strictly guard against it..."

"Get out!" Xie Chun turned around and cursed in a low voice.

Mo Fang laughed happily, and Zhou Mingliang patted him on the head with his hands, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Mo Fang: "..."

This time it was Xie Chun's turn to smile.

As soon as I left the room, I happened to meet Xie's mother in the living room, and the smile on Xie Chun's face disappeared immediately, "Mom, go to bed early."

Mother Xie hummed, went back to the room, and took out a quilt within a minute, "I'm afraid you'll be cold at night, so cover it up."

Xie Chun said thank you, and Xie's mother was stunned, "Thank you, I am your mother."

Xie Chun didn't speak any more, and Xie's mother left.

In the middle of the night, Xie Chun stared at the ceiling and couldn't fall asleep. After he had stopped looking at his phone for an hour, his heart was still in a mess and panicked. He deliberately didn't think about anything, but he still couldn't fall asleep.

Occasionally he remembered that when he was a child, he and Zhou Mingliang went to the bamboo forest behind the house to catch a kind of bamboo shoot worm, and wrapped one of the worm's feet with the cotton thread his mother sewed, and then let the worm fly in mid-air. Even if you fly, you can't fly away, even if your wings are flapped and broken.

At that time, I thought it was fun, but now that I think about it, it is quite cruel. It is probably because people grow up and become sensible, understand the joys and sorrows of the world, and inevitably have a little more compassion.

"Alas..." Xie Chun sighed, and suddenly heard the sound of a lock being pulled in the darkness, and he was immediately alert.

Seeing a group of figures emerge from Mo Fang's room and tiptoeing towards him, he breathed a sigh of relief, and the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, showing a hint of a smile when he didn't even notice it.

"What are you doing!"

Zhou Mingliang was taken aback, "Chun'er, you haven't slept yet?"

"Being a thief at night, think I'm awake?"

Zhou Mingliang rushed over and pressed on Xie Chun's body, "Chun'er, I miss you so much."

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