hello old man

Before being led into the house by Ye Tang, Xie Yan felt that he was about to freeze.

It was late at night, and it was dark and cold outside.

Nearly eleven o'clock, Xie's father and Xie's mother had already fallen asleep, Xie Yan went out by himself, and soon arrived at his house.

After entering, he realized that what his boyfriend said was true, he was really the only one in the whole house.

"Where are your parents?" He asked.

"My mother dances." Ye Tang turned on the lights one by one: "There is a performance outside the city these few days, it's very important, and my dad went with her. My sister is in college, so they are sent to me at home because no one cares about them. Auntie went there."

Xie Tan suddenly remembered that Ye Tang could also dance jazz, so he asked: "Then you dance?"

"No." Ye Tang probably guessed which direction he was thinking, and quickly explained with a smile: "My mother dances ballet. I grew up in rumba in elementary school. I didn't like rumba in junior high school, so I changed to jazz."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to his shoulder naturally, and said, "I still have the basic skills, do you want to give you a split?"

Xie Yan naturally shook his head.

"To my room?"

After the two talked for a while, he took the initiative to ask.

Xie Yan responded, and the two went upstairs together.

There is a small room on the side of the second floor, the door is half closed.

Seeing him looking at the room, Ye Tang seemed interested, so he stretched out his hand and opened the door: "Look?"

Then he dragged him in.

There are several display cabinets in the room, which are full of trophies, certificates and the like, and there are stacks of papers underneath.

"This is the award I got for drawing and writing essays since I was a child."

Ye Tang casually picked up a trophy: "My mother said that I used to bite this when I was a child."

"It's great." Xie Yan praised him sincerely, and when he looked at him sideways, his eyes unconsciously brought a smile.

"That's not true, otherwise how would I be worthy of you." Ye Tang bumped into his shoulder, put down the trophy, and said, "There's also our composition competition."

The two trophies are exactly the same, and they are placed side by side, which is a good match.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it home with you."

Ye Tang recalled it, then pointed to the stack of papers and said, "Look."

Xie Yan approached according to his words, bent down and randomly took a card from below, and took it out to read.

The words on it were written in pencil. Although they were childish, they were very correct.

The content is as follows:

review:

Mom and Dad, I was wrong, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't bully my classmate Tian Yao and make her cry.

She's a girl, and as a man, I'm letting her go.And I shouldn't make trouble unreasonably, stealing her skin and not returning it.

Tangtang wrote on May 2008, 5

The words below changed suddenly, it was the handwriting of an adult, the strokes were clear and powerful, but at the same time dignified.

Tangtang, this review is not well written.

Although you got to the point and realized your mistakes, your feelings were not sincere and you didn't make it clear what happened.

Of course, there are still many points, which can only be understood when you are older.Dad hopes that you can really realize your mistakes and correct them.In the future, I will be able to write sincerely in the review to move people's hearts, okay?

The rubber characters are written in this way. Promise Dad that if you see a word you don’t know, you should write it down. Understanding the meaning and shape of the word will help you.

Please write the word "oak" ten times below.

Next, I really used a pencil to write this word ten times seriously.

Xie Meng took out a few more and looked at them carefully.

Later, the words on it became more and more beautiful, the content became more and more rich, and the writing became better and better.

There is only one thing in common, both are reviews.

"When I was young, whenever I made a mistake, my parents didn't beat me or scold me. After the education, they asked me to write a self-criticism."

"It's fine to write a self-criticism, but they still carefully read the content after I finished writing, and taught me how to write, so that I can write better. They have true feelings, and let others read my self-criticism and want to forgive me."

Ye Tang waved his hands helplessly: "That's how I accumulated writing essays."

Xie Meng couldn't help but smile, and read several self-criticisms in a row.

The words in the comments below have been written very seriously, pointing out the shortcomings of Ye Tang's writing, and moving them with emotion and reason.

"Your father should be a very knowledgeable person." Although it was a questioning tone, Xie Yan's words were full of determination.

"It's okay." Ye Tang changed his standing posture, and leaned his whole body on his shoulder in an irregular manner: "Just an ordinary teacher."

Xie Tan looked at him sideways, did not speak, but the meaning in his eyes was clear.

Ye Tang understood, so he had to tell the truth: "It's really just an ordinary teacher who teaches college students."

After he had been around for a long time, due to his weight, Xie Meng couldn't do anything, so he had no choice but to put down the stack of self-examinations, and stretched out his arms to hug him.

Later, Ye Tang went to the bathroom to take a shower, and Xie Tang sat on the sofa in the room, continuing to watch his review.

When he was a child, Ye Tang was a devil in the world, and he wrote a lot of self-criticism. When he was in junior high school, he already had words such as fighting.

Watching these is like watching him grow.

When Ye Tang came out of the shower, Xie Yan still hadn't finished the inspection.

He was wearing blue pajamas with stars, with a towel on his left shoulder, and he sat on Xie Tang's lap, and asked, "Still watching."

Xie Tan put down the review, saw that his hair was still dripping, took the towel from his shoulder, and reached behind Ye Tang's back to help him wipe his hair.

Ye Tang sat down a little bit, did not cooperate with Xie Tang at all, directly bent down, lay on his shoulders, wrapped his hands around Xie Tang's arm, and stuck it on his head.

As a result, Xie Meng's movements were severely restricted.

But he still patiently brushed Ye Tang's hair, and heard his breathing clearly echoing in his ears.

"Thank you brother."

"Ok?"

"Was I cute when I was a kid?"

"Ah."

"now what?"

"Same."

"I still have a lot of photos." On the spur of the moment, he looked up and kissed him on the side of the cheek: "But I can't show you until you come to my house next time."

"Okay." Xie Meng didn't want to delve into his meaning, reached out to touch his neck, and wiped it upwards.

Ye Tang buried his head on his shoulder again, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes contentedly.

Thinking about it, I tried my best, or blowing in his ear, or reaching out to pinch Xie Meng's face, trying to disturb him.

Xie Dan was completely unaffected, motionless like a mountain, the movement of wiping his hair with his hand would only slow down occasionally, but never stopped.

After he was tired from playing, his whole body was completely pressed on Xie Yan, and he stopped talking, and his hands just stuck to his back, hanging in the air.

It wasn't until the hair was almost dry that Xie Meng put the towel aside and stood up quite cautiously.

Ye Tang wrapped around him like an octopus, very stable.When Xie Meng put him on the bed, he still refused to let go.

He yelled in a daze, but Xie Yan couldn't hear clearly.

Only then did Ye Tang obediently put down his hands and turned over on the bed.

Xie Tan put those self-criticisms back to their original positions, took off his clothes, and lay down beside him to sleep.

He was originally sleeping on Ye Tang's back, but after a few minutes, Ye Tang turned around unconsciously and rolled in front of him.

This sleep was extremely peaceful, and Xie Meng didn't open his eyes until around eight o'clock.

Ye Tang was still sleeping, his eyes were drooping, and he looked very pretty.

Xie Tang habitually pushed aside his bangs and kissed him on the forehead as a good morning kiss before closing his eyes again.

Returning to the cage feels so comfortable that people have no motivation.

Knowing that he has the habit of exercising on Sunday mornings, Mother Xie didn't doubt it, but just sent him a message.

In the afternoon, I also received a transfer from Huzi.

Hu Zi also sent a message asking him if he would like to come over for a drink, so they can get together.

Xie Dan thought that he still had a lot of papers to write, so he refused.

The next day Xie Tang went to school very early, and happened to have time, so he went up to the fourth floor to help Ye Tang with his books.

At any rate, there are one or two people in their classroom, all of whom are studying hard.

Ye Tang's books were still placed in a mess, Xie Meng had already gotten used to it, and took out the books one by one and put them back away.

There are too many things on the table, when Xie Meng picked up a book, he accidentally dropped a book on the ground.

He bent down to pick it up, only to find that the middle page was wrinkled because it fell directly on the ground.

Xie Tang stretched out his hand to smooth the piece of paper, but his eyes accidentally bumped into a line of words:

About him.

He quickly turned to the first page, and saw a line of writing, which was written on the title page in a flying style:

Xie Yan Ai Yetang

Xie Yan slowly put the notebook aside, and continued to sort out the book.

The girl in Class [-] who was studying in the morning always felt that Xie Yan was holding something in her hand when she left the classroom.

It wasn't until the exercises between classes that Xie Meng took out the notebook from the drawer and began to read it carefully.

After opening the title page, several sheets of paper were empty before we started to get down to business.

First Day

In any case, I never thought that he would confess first.

I thought he was so inexperienced that he had to wait for me to talk about it first.

Let's just... make a note and see where we get.

Xie Yan quickly saw the content of the second page:

Today is the second day together.

When I held my hand last night, I was a little nervous, but he was very calm.

I really want to kiss him.

It's a holiday, and I deliberately provoke him, saying that I want to draw a girl's body, but he... Well, I found out that he has a big heart.

I'm still a little worried that his tattoo will be seen by him, after all, it seems that no one will be too comfortable if I change it?

But he shouldn't have seen it.

Also, I always thought he should be thin, but today I realized that he is also in good shape.

In contrast, should I go for a lower body workout?

It's the third day, and I don't know why, although we have only known him for less than three months, it seems like we have been together for many years.

Maybe this is the so-called "meeting you for the first time is like returning from an old friend"?

When he pushed me to play on the swing, there seemed to be some thoughts that I didn't even know about, and they appeared repeatedly in my mind.

He also took the initiative to call me at night, and I can almost imagine how he was suffering on his phone before making the call?

While chatting with him that night, I thought about it for a long time.

Speaking of those naive feelings in the past, most of them were because I was kind to others and took the initiative to give.

Mostly subconsciously know that this kind of thing is purely voluntary and should not be forced to return.But over time, there will still be an almost vague pursuit of the word "return" in my heart.

It is essentially telling yourself with emphasis that you should keep going.But feelings should not be like this, it is natural, very true and pure.

In short, I want to be like him.

Fourth day.

Apart from my parents who love me and my sister, he is probably the one who dotes on me the most.

Why is it all preconceived?

They are all human, who stipulated that only girls can be favored?

I'm fine with him.

Xie Dan turned the page again, leaning his head against the wall gradually, and continued to read.

I brought him porridge, but I don't know if he likes it or not.

The coffee he sent was too bitter, but I insisted on finishing it.

I seem to have married a virtuous wife who sorted out the books for me, and then left without saying a word.

I couldn't help but want to send him a message during the day, and now I'm waiting to see him at night, who knows that a primary school girl came to confess to him.

Oh, it turns out that my good wife is so attractive.

I really like him.

The fifth day

I raised a child in the game, but I really didn't know what to name it, so I just labeled it "Xie Tang and Ye Tang's daughter".

...There are still many things to come, Xie Yan saw the class, but he didn't let it go.

Take it and continue watching.

He writes very earnestly, every day, and he doesn't write in detail, but mostly because of his own feelings.

However, he can always feel his joy between the lines.

Like a long stream of water, it enters the heart, warming people without knowing it.

There is a list of Xie Meng's preferences.

What he likes, how much he likes.

Ye Tang even wrote in it: I think if you give him a book or Baidu, he will be able to live alone for a long time.

not like this.

Xie Meng thought to himself, life without you would be difficult for a day.

After reading a few more pages, a blank piece of paper appeared again, sandwiched in it, there were still only five words, but the content changed:

Ye Tang loves to thank you.

The author has something to say: Tangtang: Who is not an excellent and sweet little baby?

Thank you for your support, babies~ Have fun during the holidays ^_^