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"It's okay." Wen Cheng took it lightly, and then told Mu Qingyang about his secret base, "Actually, it's more beautiful here during the day." He glanced at the phone, and pulled Mu Qingyang to the hut. , "There is still some time, I will show you this wooden house."

Mu Qingyang was first taken a few steps by Wen Cheng, and when he was no longer in a passive state, he withdrew his hand.Wen Cheng knew that Mu Qingyang was following behind, so he didn't care about his movements.

Mu Qingyang shamelessly looked forward to it before realizing a key question: "Is the house someone else's?"

"It used to be," Wen Cheng said, humming a happy birthday tune twice. "When I found it, it was full of dust and cobwebs. It looked like it had been abandoned for more than ten years. I would clean it up the next day. Clean."

Mu Qingyang replied with an "oh".

This guy... is really idle.

After approaching, Mu Qingyang realized that it was a small wooden house. The wooden house was covered with moss, which was quite artistic. Mu Qingyang could imagine that there was a woman in white clothes standing in the middle of the small house after he walked in. screen.

The lock on the wooden door was rusted, and the door was ajar. When Wen Cheng pushed the wooden door open, there was an old "creaking" sound, which made one's scalp tingle.

Mu Qingyang followed Wencheng into the wooden house, his nose itched and he sneezed.

Wen Cheng's chuckle could be heard in the darkness.

Mu Qingyang was a little annoyed.

"Lighter." Wen Cheng suddenly reached out to Mu Qingyang.

Mu Qingyang didn't react for a while, Wen Cheng looked at him closer, "Lighter. You should have some cigarettes, right?"

Mu Qingyang patted the lighter into Wen Cheng's palm.

Wen Cheng threw the lighter in the air twice and then caught it, then ran to the corner of the wooden house and squatted down.

Mu Qingyang didn't bother to get closer, so he stood still and waited.Seeing Wen Cheng lit a white candle, he put the candle on the table, and the small room suddenly lit up.This cabin is smaller than Mu Qingyang's room, and there is only a bed and a wooden table. The straw mat on the bed has been scattered, and the table is very old. There was nothing wrong with the table, and the dust particles could not hide under the candlelight, slowly wandering in mid-air.

But Mu Qingyang pays far less attention to these things than to a white candle.

Wen Cheng followed Mu Qingyang's gaze, a little surprised, but still smiled, "I brought it with me last time, it wasn't anything supernatural."

"Why isn't it white?" Mu Qingyang asked.

"White ones are sold downstairs." The outline of Wen Cheng's face was extraordinarily gentle against the warm orange light, "If it was red, wouldn't it be more terrifying?"

Mu Qingyang thought about it for a while, and couldn't help but glared at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng ignored the murderous intent in Mu Qingyang's eyes, turned his back to Mu Qingyang and opened his arms to embrace the dust in the air, "I want to renovate this place, and put a sign at the door, 'Baby Mu and Papa Wen's little Nest', you nest here during my annual leave, you can do nothing, what do you think?"

"Great," Mu Qingyang said approvingly, "It would be even more perfect to set up a tombstone next to Xiaochao, 'Papa Wen's Tomb—Baby Mu'."

"Alright Baby Mu," Wen Cheng said nonchalantly, "we'll do that when we're old."

Mu Qingyang wanted to hit Wen Cheng's head with his head, and they died together according to the scientific principle that the effects of forces are mutual.

Why on earth did he follow Wen Cheng's words?He could obviously say "Get out of your mother" directly.

Wen Cheng's cell phone vibrated a few times at this time, the two of them stood not far away, and Mu Qingyang could hear the vibration, Wen Cheng clicked something on the phone, and the vibration stopped, he looked back at Mu Qingyang With a smile, "It's time." Very charming.

The two walked out of the wooden house, walked straight across the lawn, and came to the edge of the cliff. The wind on the edge of the cliff made their hair messy.Wen Cheng didn't care about his hair fluttering in the air, but pointed Mu Qingyang in a direction, "Look over there."

Mu Qingyang looked in the direction Wen Cheng pointed at.

There are bright lights about one kilometer away from this mountain, and Mu Qingyang can imagine the excitement of laughter and laughter there.Only then did Mu Qingyang understand where this mountain was located, because that colorful world was the largest Haitian playground in Qinghe City.

"Today is Friday," Wen Cheng said, and the vacant water area in the middle of the playground began to change. "There will be a firework at 10:30 in the evening."

The lights around the water area gradually dimmed, but the light in the center of the pool became brighter and brighter. The seven colors kept changing. Mu Qingyang could vaguely see the jumping water columns on the pool, followed by a series of water jets. The fireworks rushed out from the water's edge, and several exaggeratedly large fireworks exploded in the sky.

The constantly changing fireworks went off after about 3 minutes. Wen Cheng smiled in Mu Qingyang's ear, "The next thing is what I like."

Mu Qingyang turned his head to look at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng didn't seem to notice his gaze, he only focused on the lights in the distance, counting down slowly: "Three, two, one."

Mu Qingyang turned back to look at the playground. The lights in the playground dimmed from the beginning to the end. In less than half a minute, the lively playground just now was completely dark. This feeling was extremely shocking.

"Teacher Mu," Wen Cheng said lazily, leaning his chin on Mu Qingyang's shoulder, "Look up and look at the sky."

Mu Qingyang cares about Wen Cheng, but follows Wen Cheng's words and looks up. There are stars all over the sky, like diamond dust sprinkled on the shady scene, shining far and finely.

Mu Qingyang never noticed them. Even when the fireworks were set off in the amusement park, he didn't pay any attention to them. He just focused on the bright and dazzling fireworks, and didn't see these truly magnificent fireworks. view.

Mu Qingyang was stunned.

Wen Cheng grinned triumphantly, then took a step back, stood with half a foot in the air outside the cliff, and opened his hands for Mu Qingyang, "Do you like it?"

Wen Cheng's figure is thin, and he stands on the edge of the cliff, crumbling with the strong wind. Behind him are all ghostly shadows of the abyss. In the depths of the darkness, there seems to be a beast dormant, opening its sharp claws ready to move. The moth fluttering its wings against the fire, and the stars all over the sky were paled by his smile, with a kind of destructive splendor.

The tense strings in Mu Qingyang's mind broke.

He didn't have time to think about whether he liked it or not. He almost subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull Wen Cheng back. He didn't control the strength, and he didn't know how hard he was. Anyway, Wen Cheng turned back along with his force and hit him. It hurts. .

Mu Qingyang didn't stand firmly on his feet, and the two of them fell on the lawn together. Wen Cheng, who was supposed to fall into Mu Qingyang's arms, put his hands on Mu Qingyang's side, looked down at Mu Qingyang's eyes, and his eyes reflected Nothing came out, but there was heavy depression inside, "Mu Qingyang, you should seriously consider whether you can like me. I don't want to be too entangled in a relationship that I can't get. If you can, I will use I love you with all my strength, if you refuse, I will break it off before it’s up to you, really.”

The grass was soft and thick, but Mu Qingyang still hurt from hitting the back of his head on it. He frowned in pain, and called Wen Cheng while panting, "Wen Cheng."

Wen Cheng blinked, "Huh?"

Mu Qingyang took something out of his pocket, Wen Cheng only knew that he tore open the packing bag, but he couldn't see what was in it, then Mu Qingyang moved his hand, and the thing was stuffed into Wen Cheng's mouth .

Saliva sprang from Wen Cheng's mouth immediately, Wen Cheng was taken aback, subconsciously wanted to spit it out, Mu Qingyang's hand stuffed with sugar turned into covering his mouth, "A present for you, happy birthday."

Wen Cheng's complexion was very ugly.

He turned over and walked away from Mu Qingyang, and sat on the side.

Mu Qingyang stood up smoothly, and wiped off the grass sticking to his clothes, while Wen Cheng was still sitting on the ground silently, Mu Qingyang couldn't help asking: "The candy from the student, lemon flavor, don't you like it?"

Wen Cheng continued to remain silent. Ten seconds later, he looked up at Mu Qingyang, with childish grievances, and said slowly, "I like the lemon flavor. But, Mr. Mu, this candy is a joke."

This is Tang's name, Mu Qingyang knew, "What's wrong with Xiudou?"

Wen Cheng sighed heavily, and said in a muffled voice, "Do you still have any in your hand? Just eat one and you'll know."

Even if Mu Qingyang didn't know what's wrong with the candy, he could tell from Wen Cheng's reaction that there was something wrong with the candy, of course he wouldn't say anything lightly, turned and walked towards the wooden house: "I've finished reading what I should see, let's go home. "

"Responding." Wen Cheng stood up behind and patted the weeds off his clothes.

Mu Qingyang's forward steps stopped, Wen Cheng stood still, just looking at Mu Qingyang's back, after a while, Mu Qingyang squeezed out two words: "Go home."

Wen Cheng smiled silently, with a strong sense of self-deprecation in his smile, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"I'll find another time later when I'm free..." Mu Qingyang turned around at some point, and when Wen Cheng came back to his senses, he had already met Mu Qingyang's gaze. Mu Qingyang looked at Wen Cheng and sighed Said, "Think seriously."

ecstasy.

At that moment, the blood in Wencheng's body was boiling, and a gorgeous flower bloomed in the soft place of the heart, driving the heart to beat rapidly.This is a joy completely incomparable to the excitement brought by drag racing. Wencheng has never been so out of control, and his heart is full, as if he suddenly possessed the world.

Just agreeing to think about it can make him feel so excited, if Mu Qingyang agrees to be with him, what will it be like?

How much can he like this person?

The two returned to the car with different moods, and the car drove back to the road again. After a long silence, Mu Qingyang asked a question that they had wanted to ask since they came down: "What does Xiu Dou smell like?"

Wen Cheng took the candy in his mouth without biting it, and the candy was still lying on the tip of his tongue. He said vaguely: "Sweet."

Mu Qingyang looked at Wencheng with an expression of "Are you fucking kidding me?", and took out a few more from his pocket, "Then eat more?"

Wen Cheng's smile was a bit forced, "It's sour first, then sweet."

It was this idea that co-authored his students.

Mu Qingyang praised him for feeding Wen Cheng candy, and put the remaining candy into the small trough by the car door without changing his face, "Eat more."

"...Thank you, Teacher Mu."