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Qin Chuhe has never understood how a wimpy kid like Cheng Mo managed to occupy the No. 1 good baby of the new century in the minds of all adults for a long time, and was the No. 2 eighteen street.

As far as Qin Chuhe could remember, he was scolded by Liu Qingqing ten times, eleven times because of Cheng Mo, and one time because he was not caught.The bad idea was all from Cheng Mo, and somehow he became the one who actually took action. Even if he explained, Liu Qingqing raised her eyebrows, and she could choke him speechless with a single sentence: "Little bastard, our stranger Mo is so obedient, how could he do such a thing?!" It seemed that Qin Chuhe was wrong, and Cheng Mo was her long-lost son.

What Qin Chuhe didn't know was that the little devil's nature had already appeared in Cheng Mo from the moment they were born in the hospital next door to the cradle.There were gaps in the side panels of the hospital cradle, and Xiao Chengmo would stretch out his little hand when the nurse sisters and mothers were not paying attention, and pinch Qin Chuhe's face severely.Little Qin Chuhe is ignorant, but he knows not to be pinched in vain, and he will pinch him back, but he can't grasp the timing well, and he can be caught by the nurse sister and mother every time.

Liu Qingqing, who was still recovering from the postpartum period, raised her eyebrows, and Cheng Mo cried "wow" at the right time. Liu Qingqing rolled up her sleeves and was about to beat her up, and there was a lot of jumping in the delivery room.

Cheng Mo: "Wow wow wow (hahahahaha)."

Liu Qingqing: "Momo is good, don't cry, don't cry, Auntie will help you beat Qin Chuhe, who is disobedient."

Qin Chuhe: "Wow wow wow (damn he pinched me first)."

Liu Qingqing: "Shut up."

Thinking about it, Qin Chuhe's skin was dark when he was a child, and he couldn't tell when he was pinched, while Cheng Mo was white and tender since he was a child, and his face would be red when touched.Don't say that Qin Chuhe couldn't speak at that time, but he could.

The evil fate was formed from the very beginning, but in the end, no matter how hard it was, it couldn't be cut off.

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When they were older, the two of them went to the same kindergarten, the same elementary school, and the same junior high school.Qin Chuhe's talents in some aspects gradually emerged. Although he was far behind No.3, Cheng Mo couldn't pass him no matter what, and could only be the No.2 of Wannian.At that time, Qin Chuhe had fully understood Cheng Molan'er's bad nature, and when he found that his little-known tempers would only be exposed unconsciously in front of himself, somehow he scolded him for nothing in the past years. relieved.

At the same time, a seed of obsession took root in his heart, and when he finally realized his true feelings for Cheng Mo, everything had become natural.That was when a girl confessed to Cheng Mo for the first time, and he happened to bump into him; or when Cheng Mo had a big fight with his parents and ran away from home for the first time, crying, climbing up to the balcony of his room and knocking on the French windows in the middle of the night. when.The first time he looked at the girl's blushing cheeks, he felt a mass of frustration and anger that had nowhere to vent; the second time he laid down on the floor and looked at Cheng Mo's peaceful sleeping face on the bed, his heart suddenly felt peaceful and peaceful, as if Rained sky.

During those years when he was trapped in the game, he frantically brushed the copy, not to get out for himself, but to protect Cheng Mo in the game.He thought he was the one who was stubborn, but he didn't expect Cheng Mo to be more stubborn than him in not bumping into the south wall and not looking back.When he was free, he lay alone in the empty room in the rest area, which copied the structure of his own room in the real world, but he only left a small photo of things related to Cheng Mo.

When he was alone, he sat on the floor and took out this photo from his body pocket, which was inseparable from him.It was a very common scene, not a birthday or a graduation ceremony, not any important event in life worth remembering, but just a sunny afternoon, Cheng Mo was sleeping on a dilapidated desk, stealing a second ago. The empty ice cream box he ate was casually placed beside his head.That was the secret base Cheng Mo found—one of the locked classrooms at the top of the teaching building. He somehow got the ability to pull the latch of the window, and sneaked in through the window to eat ice cream during lunch break. Go up the Qinchu River to rest your back.

That day he was sleepy and fell asleep right after eating ice cream, Qin Chuhe sat watching him.The bench is missing the edge, and the bumpy table is filled with impulsive "I love you" and "together" by students with pencils, pens, and correction fluid. The spider is on the blackboard. The words "Happy Graduation" left behind formed a net, and there were traces of disrepair everywhere.Cheng Mo's school uniform after opening the window was stained with a lot of dust and was dirty, but his face was clean, and a bunch of hair on his head was sticky, which must have been from sleeping the night before.

While in a daze, Cheng Mo smacked his mouth, wondering if he dreamed of something delicious again, and turned over contentedly.When he turned over, Qin Chuhe saw the names of the two of them seemed to be written on the table that he had been pressing all the time.

When I got closer, I realized that it was indeed the names of the two people, but there were two villains drawn under the names, one was gigantic with arms folded, laughing, and the other was bowing and flattering.That villain of Wei An pointed an arrow at the word "Cheng Mo", and that servile and coquettish one, without thinking about it, was naturally him, Qin Chuhe.

Qin Chuhe shook his head and smiled.He secretly took a picture of Zhang Chengmo sleeping stupidly, and just wanted to wake him up to let him see his stupid way, when he caught a glimpse of another painting under this painting, which was very scribbled, but he could still tell that it was Handwriting of the same person.

In this hastily drawn stick figure, the tall villain stopped laughing and was squatting on the ground crying, while another villain stretched out his hand and touched his head.

Many years passed, and the two stick figures of Qin Chuhe did not exist, but the photo did, and was kept by my side all the time.For him, a photo is the same as a painting. When he sees this photo, he thinks of those two paintings, and the seemingly heartless fool, but he remembers the care and love for each other just like him.