fierce dog

The meal was finally eaten at Mo Dong's house.

Song Zhou packed porridge and steamed buns, and they were still steaming. Mo Dong hadn't eaten all day, and after eating a bowl, his whole body became warm.

After eating, he slumped on the sofa, so lazy that he didn't even want to move a finger, and only looked at Song Zhou who was cleaning the table not far away from the corner of his eye.

Putting the eaten lunch box into a bag, Song Zhou turned and walked to the door with the bag in hand.

"Where are you going?" Mo Dong stopped Song Zhou.

"go back."

"Where are you going? That broken factory?"

Mo Dong stood up from the sofa, stretched his waist, and said lazily, "You will sleep at my house tonight."

Song Zhou paused, and was cut off by Mo Dong just as he was about to speak: "Don't talk nonsense like I don't care about you. When the golden retriever was injured, you still knew to send it to my house. Why didn't you say that I don't care? ?”

With a big wave of his hand, he directly came to a conclusion: "You are no different from a golden retriever. If you are injured, don't be stubborn, just stay with me honestly."

Mo Dong didn't wait for Song Zhou's rebuttal. In fact, Song Zhou's rebuttal was invalid for him, so he went directly to the bedroom and took out a pillow from the cabinet.

He only has one quilt, and the extra pillows were given when he bought the quilt, so tonight he can only share a quilt with Song Zhou.

Fortunately, Song Zhou is thin, so he won't steal too many quilts from him.

Song Zhou walked to the door of the bedroom at some point, watched Mo Dong put the pillows on the bed, and said in a low voice, "I'll sleep in the living room."

At first, the golden retriever slept in the living room, so he should also sleep in the living room.

"The sofa is so small, can it hold you?" Mo Dong turned his head to look at Song Zhou's figure, and said, "Besides, there is no air conditioner in the living room, and if you get a fever from the cold, you will be burnt stupid."

Song Zhou pursed his lower lip, wanting to say that he was in good health and hadn't had a fever for several years, and today was just a special case.

But he was taken to the clinic by Mo Dong at noon, and Mo Dong also fainted, so he couldn't say these words in front of the other party.

Seeing that Song Zhou didn't speak, Mo Dong took the other party's acquiescence, opened the door of the cabinet, and let Song Zhou choose at will, "You choose the one that fits you, and you can change it after you take a shower."

After speaking, he took out a set of pajamas by himself, turned around and walked to the bathroom, and said, "I'll wash it first, you sit on the bed and wait for me."

When there was the sound of running water in the bathroom, Song Zhou took out a pair of old-looking short-sleeves and shorts from the closet, looked back at the bed in front of him, and finally turned around with the clothes in his arms and went to the living room to sit on the sofa.

After Mo Dong finished his shower, he got up and walked into the bedroom when he heard the bathroom door open, and went in to take a shower.

Mo Dong didn't notice anything unusual. After drying his hair, he picked up the remote control of the bedside table and turned on the air conditioner—after all, he is not alone today, and the child is growing up, so he can't be treated harshly.

After the bedroom got warmer, he switched the air conditioner to sleep mode, lifted the quilt and lay down.

Song Zhou took a shower very quickly, probably because he was wrapped in bandages, so he simply flushed into the water.

"I thought you needed my help, but I didn't see you call me after waiting for a long time." Mo Dong heard the sound of the door opening and sat up from the bed, looked up at Song Zhou who came out of the bathroom, and was stunned, "How do you choose?" shorts? Isn’t it cold?”

Song Zhou shook his head, "It's not cold." He picked up the towel that Mo Dong had thrown aside after wiping his hair, folded it carefully and hung it on the hanger.

"Well, it's good to be young." Mo Dong yawned, with tears in his eyes, "Go to sleep, it's getting late."

The bed in the bedroom is 1.8 meters in size, enough for two people to sleep, but Song Zhou still stood in front of the bed for a long time without moving.

Mo Dong looked at him suspiciously, and it took a few seconds for him to react.

——He forgot that Song Zhou knew he was gay.

He has been pulling Song Zhou to sleep with him tonight, and there is only one quilt. Song Zhou doesn't think he has other plans, does he?

"Don't think too much, I don't mean anything else, I just want to sleep with you." After Mo Dong finished speaking, he almost slapped himself in the mouth, why did he keep talking more and more black.

"No, the sleep I'm talking about is just sleep, you understand? The noun kind of sleep."

It's over, Song Zhou misunderstood Mo Dong and didn't know, but after the excuse of 300 taels of silver here, even if he didn't misunderstand, he should be misunderstood now.

"I know." Song Zhou said suddenly.

Mo Dong looked up at Song Zhou as if he had caught a savior: "You really know?"

"Yeah." Song Zhou lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, showing with actions that he didn't misunderstand him.

"Huh..." Mo Dong breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good that you don't think so."

If he really didn't make it clear that his crime would be serious, not to mention abducting a minor, but directly abducting him into bed, if he said it, he would not be stoned to death.

The two were lying on the bed, Mo Dong turned to look at Song Zhou beside him, and suddenly found that he seemed too thin.

Although Song Zhou had always been thin before, but because he was wearing a school uniform, he didn't look that exaggerated, just within the normal range of thinness.Who would have thought that when he changed into short-sleeved shorts today, he would find that he was frighteningly thin, and his wrists and ankles were thinner than girls'.

Mo Dong thought of Mo Tian, ​​who was the same age as Song Zhou, and after comparing them, he found that they were completely different.

Anyone who looked at Mo Tian would know that he had never suffered any grievances since he was a child. Although his family was not considered pampered, they must have had good food and drink from childhood to adulthood.

It's not like Song Zhou, who doesn't have any extra flesh on his body, and he probably hurts even when he hugs him to sleep.

Mo Dong suddenly developed a tinge of affection for Song Zhou, and even softened his voice: "Let's go to the supermarket to buy some meat tomorrow."

Song Zhou glanced sideways at Mo Dong, "Do you want to eat meat?"

"Well, I'm gluttonous." Mo Dong thought in his heart, and said, "Let's go to the supermarket together after I get off work tomorrow. Aren't you also on vacation now? Wait for me at home during the day, don't go to the broken factory."

Song Zhou didn't speak, raised his hand and pressed the switch on the bedside table, turning off the light in the bedroom.

It became dark all of a sudden, Mo Dong recognized Song Zhou's figure, and confirmed to him: "Aren't you going to the factory tomorrow?"

"Well, not going." In the dark, Song Zhou agreed to Mo Dong.

"Okay." Mo Dong felt relieved, sleepiness gradually hit him, and while slowly closing his eyes, he did not forget to confirm with Song Zhou again, "We agreed to go to the supermarket together tomorrow, and you will wait for me at home." , don't go to that broken and cold factory again..."

Before he finished speaking, he fell asleep.

Song Zhou turned his head and looked at Mo Dong quietly.

Although there was no light in the room, he could still see every detail on Mo Dong's face.

Just like what he saw when he opened his eyes during the day.

At that moment, it seemed that light finally appeared in the gloomy life.

This kind of saying is very old and disgusting, but Song Zhou doesn't know what else can describe Mo Dong's meaning to him more accurately.

For him, Mo Dong is his light.

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continue tomorrow