Willingly ABO

When I got home that night, I helped Qin Yuan wipe Qin Manxin's body, put on talcum powder, stared at him and fed Qin Manxin medicine, and the tense strings relaxed a little.

I have been tossing and tossing all day long, with twists and turns, laborious and brain-intensive.

Just as I was about to go back to the house to take a shower and have a good rest, the mobile phone that I dropped on the sofa rang.

The pointer on the wall clock is almost pointing to ten, who will call me at this time.I walked over suspiciously, picked up my phone to check, and it turned out to be my dad.

He didn't text me back all night, and I forgot that I had contacted him in the evening.

I held the phone and looked around, especially in the direction of Qin Manxin's room. I was sure that Qin Yuan would not be coming out in a short time, so I tiptoed downstairs, hid in the bathroom, and connected the phone.

"Hello, Daddy."

"Hey son, did you send a message to the eldest dad? My younger dad and I went to have a wedding reception with the child of an old colleague in the unit, and the mobile phone was left in the house without taking it with you-you ask what year you graduated from college? What do you do? "

I stammered and said with a guilty conscience:

"No...no, I'm just curious. I want to know about many things in the future."

In fact, I know that my explanation is full of loopholes. Normal people can figure out which year they graduated, so there is no need to ask others.

But my dad is my dad, and he never thinks much about what he says to me.

"Then wait a minute, I have to think..."

He thought for a while, and replied,

"Oh, I can't remember clearly. Anyway, I remember that year when the men's national football team lost [-]-[-] to Thailand. I was so aggrieved that I felt uncomfortable for a month. Fortunately, you don't know why you said you were in a bad mood. Watch it with me, and search the Internet yourself. Your dad hasn’t watched football for so many years, so don’t watch it either! There’s no hope, there’s no hope!”

I raised my eyebrows, and said in my heart that it is true, if I don’t remember the days, I only remember the things, and this doesn’t make it easy for me to find.

"Okay, I see, thank you dad, I'm dead."

"Hey wait wait—"

My dad immediately called out to stop me.

"Where's my eldest grandson, my baby? Let him answer the phone and I'll listen to his voice."

"Oh, it's full today..."

I paused suddenly, and suddenly remembered that Qin Yuan said that Qin Manxin's injury should not be known to the old couple, so as not to worry them, so he quickly changed his words.

"...Go out and play! After I came back, I was too tired and already went to bed. I'll ask him to call you tomorrow! Daddy, you too, hurry up and take a rest. Take me to say hello to my little dad, I'm hanging up!"

Without waiting for my dad to answer, I quickly hung up the phone.

I put down the toilet seat, sat on it and started searching for information.

I used to do this kind of thing when I was studying, stealing a magazine like "Story Club" and "Yilin", or playing Snake with my Nokia phone locked in it. I can play for more than half an hour. , this is the least likely way for my dad to find out that I am not reviewing textbooks.

"Uh...the Chinese men's football team lost to Thailand...one to five"

I enter the corresponding keywords in the input box and click Search.

I go!There really is such a thing! 6.15 National Football Day of Disgrace, time is June 2013, 6.

So I graduated from university in 2013.

I counted with my fingers, and stared at it, it was really wrong.If I go to school normally and graduate from high school in 08, excluding some five-year majors with extremely high scores and four-year universities, I should graduate in June of 12.

Is it really like what Yan Shuhao said, I repeated the third year of high school.

why?Could it be that I got into a fight with him, got a major demerit, and got suspended from school?

No, no, Qin Yuan said that when I got into a fight with Yan Shuhao, he testified and pleaded for me. The school only punished me lightly, and the consequences were not serious.

Otherwise it is——

I paused, and reached out to touch the gonads/glands on the back of my neck, and there was nothing unusual for the time being.

After thinking about it, the most likely reason is that my pheromone has been unstable since then.

When I ran to the infirmary, I was already very uncomfortable. Not only was my heart beating fast, my breathing was severe, but I couldn't control the concentration of omega pheromones.

If it wasn't just for the conditions created for the time travel that made me time travel to 2020, I would definitely faint on the way to the infirmary.

Assuming that I really went back to school for a year, Qin Yuan must not be the one who knew the most about my re-study period. At that time, he had already left home to go to college. Even if he said how much he likes me and how much he cares about me, it is impossible Compared with studying in a classroom every day and seeing me every day, I understand my situation better.

My youngest dad probably knows best, but he is venting his anger with Qin Yuan now. He might not say anything lightly about what Qin Yuan didn’t tell me. At most, he would tell me a few words, “Hey, I didn’t pass the exam.” Hey, my body can’t handle it.” Such words.

Yan Shuhao was the only one who knew me and also received a grade.If he can confirm that my body or pheromones were abnormal during the grade repetition period, it will be worthy of my guess about the time of pheromone imbalance.

Hey, is it possible to really contact him?

headache...

I sighed deeply, helped my forehead, tapped my head, got up and went out from the toilet.

Qin Yuan didn't know when he went downstairs and was sitting on the sofa watching TV.But at this point on Saturday night, the major TV stations basically broadcast variety shows, which Qin Yuan was not interested in, and just changed channels aimlessly.

I walked slowly to his side, sat down on the other side of the sofa, close to his side, and watched the screen flicker with him.

Just like we sat together and watched many animations in those years.

Qin Yuan handed the remote control to me, and lightly wrapped his arms around my arm with the other hand, as if he was doing this every day: "You can adjust what you want to see, huh?"

"There's nothing I want to see, just watch it." I shook my head and changed the subject, "Where is it full? Are you asleep?"

"Well, I'm asleep. I thought he wouldn't be sleepy after sleeping in the hospital in the evening. I didn't expect him to be too tired. As soon as he touched the bed, he closed his eyes. I also made him a cup of hot milk to soothe his nerves, but he didn't drink."

As Qin Yuan spoke, he became dishonest, and the arm on my shoulder not only gently rubbed my shoulder back and forth, but also stayed up on my neck, gently pinching it.

"Shall I bring you milk? It's still warm." He leaned over and asked me softly.I wanted to hide, but his arms were encircling me, making it impossible for me to escape, "Then if you don't want to drink directly, I'll make you a midnight snack with it?"

Speaking of getting up.

I quickly reached out and grabbed him, pulling him back to the sofa.

"No need, it's too troublesome to fire after this point."

Qin Yuan raised his hand and held my outstretched hand tightly in his palm: "Don't turn on the fire, I'll make you a milk dumpling in the microwave, it will be ready in a few minutes, just sit here and wait for me."

Then let go of my hand, rubbed my hair, and walked to the kitchen.

I looked at his back, dazed for a moment, and suddenly saw him now overlapped with the 12-year-old him.

This sentence is very familiar, I also heard it in a lonely night, and I was quite impressed.

It was the winter of 2003, a day in February, Valentine's Day in the West.For Qin Yuan and I, who were only 12 years old at the time, the three words "Valentine's Day" had no meaning at all, and it would be better for us to be happy if we extended the winter vacation a little longer.

However, this day still has commemorative significance, because it is also the fourteenth day of the first lunar month of that year, the day before the Lunar Lantern Festival, which is indeed rare.TV reported that many young couples went to the street in pairs to buy glutinous rice balls, hoping to have a Chinese-style Valentine’s Day.

I sneered at this kind of behavior, and I didn't understand it very much. If you want to celebrate Valentine's Day with a Chinese flavor, it would be better to go to the Qiqiao Festival.

On the same night, CCTV's "Thanksgiving China" premiered.

Qin Yuan and I hugged a bench and sat in front of the TV to watch the show. Because we didn't believe in evil, we wanted to see what kind of people could move the whole of China.

But when I saw the back, I hugged Qin Yuan's arm and buried myself in his sleeve, weeping loudly.

Qin Yuan kept drawing paper for me and wiping my tears, like taking care of a newborn child, as if he was afraid that I would become dehydrated from crying, and poured me a glass of water from time to time to refill.

After the show was over, I also completely came out of my depression, and said to Qin Yuan in a twitching voice:

"I'm crying and hungry."

Qin Yuan looked at me, the corner of his mouth twitched:

"Okay. I'll make you something to eat."

I was startled, and looked up at his wall clock:

"No, don't fire at this late hour! Let your father know and he will have to deal with you later!"

"Don't be afraid, I don't open a fire, just use a microwave oven."

Qin Yuan calmly took out the leftover half carton of milk and a box of rolled Lantern Festival from the refrigerator, shook it at me, and asked, "How many do you want?"

I looked at the box of white, plump and round Yuanxiao in his hand, couldn't help swallowing, stretched out my hand towards him embarrassedly, and quickly retracted it:

"One... one box."

Qin Yuan was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, with a helpless tone:

"Okay, today your ancestor, eat as much as you like."

I was still immersed in the touching stories, crying until my brain ran out of oxygen, and I couldn't quite understand how Qin Yuan treated me so well today.Just think that he watched TV, was deeply touched, and decided to be a kind person, and he will be ten or eight times better to the lovely me, and he will be blessed in the future.

Looking back now, I still vaguely remember that the night was very deep and the lights in the room were very warm. Qin Yuan and I sat at the two ends of the dining table. Pass it into your mouth, sweetness overflows.

……

"Hey Qin Yuan, do you remember that one night before the Lantern Festival, you made me a whole box of Lantern Festival?"

I nestled on the sofa looking at Qin Yuan's busy figure, and blurted out.

Qin Yuan paused, then casually replied: "I remember, what's wrong?"

"Why did you make it for me that day, and let me eat as much as you want? How did you treat me so well that day?"

I whispered to him.In fact, ever since he confessed his feelings to me, I have vaguely guessed the answer.

Qin Yuan was silent for a few seconds before turning around and walking out of the kitchen, leaning against the door frame with a faint blush on his face.

"...Silly baby, because it's Valentine's Day, I want to make you happy. Do you understand?"

The author says:

Mr. Qin's first Valentine's Day gift from Mr. Qin: a box of Lantern Festival.The next day, there was no Lantern Festival to eat at his house.