i only like your face

It was originally a night carefully prepared to impress Mo Ming, but Han Shaotong himself indulged in it first.

He has never seriously thought about the meaning of Mo Ming to himself, and only when he suddenly realizes that he has long been unable to extricate himself, the torment of breaking up is emphasizing to him every moment how much he likes Mo Ming...

The evening wind on the top of the mountain was cold, but Han Shaotong felt the heat rising from his body, and the deep grass under his feet was soft. He pressed Mo Ming to the ground, and when he was emotionally confused and wanted to undress Mo Ming, Mo Ming suddenly grabbed his shoulders, rolled over and pushed him to the ground.

Han Shaoyong opened his eyes, facing a face with a clear outline, his pupils were like the cold moon in the lake, clear and straight to the bottom of people's hearts.

Han Shaoying just lay down on the grass obediently, with a smile in his eyes: "Actually, I like this posture too..."

Mo Ming stared at Han Shaoyong's eyes, and sat up slowly from Han Shaoyong's chest in a moment, his body was condescending. Sitting on Han Shaoyong's waist, he looked down at the person below him with no expression: "Why do you like me? "

"Because of the companionship of these three years..." Han Shaoyu also replied seriously, "I have never been with anyone like this before, not even a day, liking is an unconscious thing, not a whim, this process is a big thing for me. Unrepeatable, Mo Ming, you are also unrepeatable to me..."

is unique.

Mo Ming's eyes were still colorless: "Do you like me in these three years?"

Han Shaoyun said without any hesitation, "I like it."

Mo Ming gently closed his eyes, the thick eyelashes seemed to cover the emotions in his eyes.

Sensing Mo Ming's indifference, Han Shaoyong's heart sank immediately.

"Under the fireworks just now, you showed your sincerity to me, I can feel it, Mo Ming..."

While speaking, Han Shaoyong slowly straightened his upper body, worried that Mo Ming would fall, and firmly supported Mo Ming's waist with both hands.

The person in his arms is sitting on his lap at this moment, but even in such an intimate position, he still feels the invisible rejection of the end.

This feeling made him more and more bottomless...

The fireworks have ended, and the dark night is cold again.

Han Shaoyun rubbed his lips against Mo Ming's chin, like a big dog restless, and there was a hint of flattery in his intimate movements: "Little boy, let's get along well, you can't use the standard of a boyfriend to ask me in the past , it's not fair, let's start over from now on, you let me act as your boyfriend for a while..."

Han Shaoyong hugged Mo Ming's waist tightly, and looked up at the person in front of him slightly: "After becoming your boyfriend, if you still can't satisfy you, can you return the product..."

Mo Ming raised his hand to cover Han Shaoying's lips, preventing him from continuing to kiss, and finally said lightly: "You shouldn't have feelings for me..."

Han Shaoyun smiled wryly: "It's because you don't know how good you are. I've been with you for three years, and I haven't felt any fluctuations in my heart. Am I still a man... Besides, if I didn't love you, how could I have been with you for three years?" .”

At the end of the conversation, Han Shaoyu added in a low voice: "I'm not the kind of person who is open-minded, except for you..."

Anyway, he likes his little girl no matter how he looks at him, and he can't kiss enough...

Mo Ming got up from Han Shaoyong, Han Shaoyong wanted to hold his hand, but Mo Ming gently pushed him away.

Han Shaoyun also stood up, looked at Mo Ming with his back turned to him, and heard him say: "I hope the past three years have been a good memory for you, because that is the only thing I have given you in that relationship. If you enjoy and like things, then we can be regarded as an exchange of equal value..."

Han Shaoyong didn't understand the meaning of Mo Ming's words, just about to ask, Mo Ming turned around and looked at him indifferently, his thin figure was like a clear moon in the night, thin and cold, without a trace of the softness that Han Shaoyong was familiar with...

"If you are really satisfied in the past three years, then don't bother me anymore..." Mo Ming said, "Once there is a gap in many things, whether it is satisfaction or chills is just a matter of a moment."

"You mean to say that you have not shown the whole picture around me in the past three years, and I will hate you after I know everything about you?" Han Shaoying chuckled, "You don't have to think that way, I, Han Shaoying, am not a good person, but I I like you, and I will give you my best side, just like you in the past three years, you also gave me your tender and affectionate side..."

Han Shaoying walked up to Mo Ming and stretched out his hand, just like countless nights in the past, he naturally hugged Mo Ming's waist from his side, and put his chin on Mo Ming's shoulder intimately, and said in a gentle voice: "If that makes you feel alive You can completely release your true nature in front of me. In fact, I am also full of curiosity about you. Sometimes I feel that I know you very well, and occasionally I feel strange, but even the strange you makes my heart move, really. ,Do not lie to you…"

"Let go of me first." Mo Ming said.

Reluctantly, Han Shaoyun gently withdrew his hand.

"Send me back."

"It's a good night tonight, why don't we stay here..."

"I want to go back."

Han Shaoyun looked at Mo Ming's indifferent eyes and nodded, "...OK."

As the car drove up and down the mountain, Mo Ming still looked out of the car window without saying a word.

"I couldn't spend your birthday with you this year..." Han Shaoyun said, "Next year, no, every year in the future, I will watch fireworks with you. This is something you like, and I will keep it in my heart. You..."

"Before going up the mountain, you promised me..." Mo Ming interrupted Han Shaoyong, "If you don't impress me tonight, you will completely withdraw from my world."

Han Shaoyun grasped the steering wheel tightly, and made an inexplicable voice in his throat: "...um."

"The fact is that I still don't feel anything, so..." Mo Ming turned his head to look at Han Shaoying, and said expressionlessly, "You can get out of my world now."

The car had already driven onto a concrete road at the foot of the mountain, Han Shaoyun stopped the car on the side of the road, turned his head, and looked at Mo Ming beside him in disbelief.

roll?

He couldn't believe that Mo Ming would use this word on him.

"If you come to harass me again, I will call the police."

Under Han Shaoyun's stunned to painful gaze, Mo Ming turned his head to avoid his gaze, stared blankly at the end of the path where the headlights couldn't clearly illuminate, and continued: "I don't like you. I have been with you for the past three years. We are only together for money, I have no long-term love, I am sorry for letting you fall into it, but this is your unilateral self-indulgence, I have no responsibility and obligation to respond to your feelings..."

"... "

"No matter how you feel about my love for you in the past three years, I can tell you clearly now that it is your illusion. Mr. Han, I don't like you, and I don't want to hate you now. If our intersection only stays In the past three years, you and I will have a good memory of each other, but if you continue to pester me, whether it is pursuit or other things, it will make me disgusted or even disgusted."

The warm wind in the car was pleasant, but Han Shaoyun felt he couldn't breathe. He stared at Mo Ming's ice-like side face, clenched his teeth a little bit, and finally ignored Mo Ming, took a deep breath, lowered the car window, and lowered his head from his pocket. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

Just as he was about to light it, as if thinking of something, Han Shaoyun turned his head to look at Mo Ming again, and after a few seconds, he took off the cigarette between his lips, put his hands on the steering wheel, and bowed his head without saying a word.

After an unknown period of time, Han Shaoyong started the car.

The two of them didn't talk any more, and Han Shaolong sent Mo Ming all the way to the downstairs of the apartment.

Mo Ming was about to open the door to get out of the car, but the car door was locked. He turned his head and looked at Han Shaoying expressionlessly.

"I have something to say..." Han Shaoyun turned off the car, his eyes were deep, "I don't think that fireworks didn't move you, I saw every demeanor of yours at that moment. As for the past three years, if you really You only love me for money, and you won't leave me now...Even if it's an insignificant person, even if you approach him for any purpose, three years is enough for me to occupy a place in your heart."

Han Shaoyun unlocked the car door, and finally said softly, "There are still three years left in our life..."

Mo Ming opened the car door and got out of the car, and walked into the apartment building without looking back.

Just after returning to the apartment, Mo Ming received a friend verification request.

【Han Shaoying applied to add you as a friend】

[Verification information: make a friend first]

Mo Ming directly refused.

There was a bag of quick-frozen wontons in the refrigerator, and I boiled half of the bag for supper, and gave another third to Xiaohan.

Mo Ming pinched the tips of Xiaohan's ears, with a complex expression on his face: "I'll be wronged for a few more days..."

Xiaohan took two bites to eat, and still didn't forget to raise his head and lick Mo Ming's fingertips.

Mo Ming contacted Zhou Yixiang again. Fortunately, he had only been rehearsing for the new repertoire of the repertory troupe for a few days, so there was still time for a replacement.

In the end, Mo Ming sent a message to Cheng Jing, postponing the scheduled dinner this Sunday.

[Cheng Jing]: Are you busy next time?

【Last Ming】: Travel

[Cheng Jing]: It's good to go out to relax, everyone was troubled by the Internet before, [Cheng Jing]: Then we will meet again when you come back, and let me tell you something about Xia Qing's [Mo Ming]: What? thing?

[Cheng Jing]: Hey, gossip, wait for you to come back and say

Mo Ming frowned.

The next morning, Mo Ming drove Xiaohan to the previous pet shop.

He is familiar with the proprietress of the pet shop, and he can rest assured that Xiaohan is fostered there.

When he arrived at the door, Xiaohan saw that he was going back to the pet shop, and immediately became fussy in the pet bag, moaning and barking... as if he was about to be abandoned.

Mo Ming carried Xiao Han out of the bag, Xiao Han's paws hooked the clothes on his arms tightly, and screamed, the proprietress laughed because Xiao Han and Mo Ming had too much affection.

This fear is normal for stray dogs who have found a new home.

Mo Ming looked at Xiao Han Wu Liu Liu's eyes that seemed to be filled with tears, and frowned slightly.

"Yo Xiao Gao is here." The proprietress smiled at the door, "It just so happens that Xiao Mo is also here."

Mo Ming turned around, and saw Gao Chen walking in, wearing a cold blue long coat, with the black mask on his face removed to his chin, he was obviously stunned.

"I asked Xiao Mo if he had been here before. It's a bad coincidence." The proprietress laughed.

Gao Chen touched his thin lips, smiled a little awkwardly, and greeted Mo Ming... He came to buy dog ​​food, and he took a bag from the shelf to the proprietress to pay.

Xiaohan in Mo Ming's arms was still holding on to his clothes and refused to enter the cage. After Gao Chen inquired, he found out that Mo Ming was going on a trip, so he wanted to foster Xiaohan here again.

"The little guy obviously doesn't want to be left here." Gao Chen walked up to Mo Ming, stroked Xiaohan's round and fluffy head with his slender fingers, "If you don't mind, you can put this little guy here, When you come back from your trip, come pick it up from me."

"But it will delay your work."

"No, I also have a golden retriever called Coffee in my apartment. I have raised it for several years, and I brought it with me when I returned to Chuanhai." Gao Chen scratched Xiaohan's head and said naturally, "I usually don't participate in business activities. Zhengxiu will enter the creation of a new song next, so he will probably stay in the apartment for a long time, the little guy is here with me, you can rest assured."

Mo Xiaohan felt comfortable being scratched, closed his eyes, and was hugged by Gao Chen from his father's arms without struggling.

"Look, it doesn't hate me." Gao Chen raised his head to look at Mo Ming, he just came out of the apartment, his body may be covered with coffee hair, and for Xiao Han, it probably has the same kind of breath that is trustworthy...

It was rare for Mo Ming to see Xiaohan so well-behaved, and he pursed his lips slightly.

Gao Chen finally took over Xiaohan. He always felt that he owed Mo Ming a favor, so such a small favor was naturally a matter of little effort... With such a relationship, he knew that Mo Ming should also start to treat him as a real friend.

Mo Ming had a plane ticket to leave Chuanhai in the morning, so Gao Chen didn't invite him to sit in his apartment, he just politely said that when Mo Ming came back, he would have a meal with him, and he still wanted to formally thank him for what happened before.

Gao Chen went back to the apartment alone, holding the dog food in one hand and the pet bag containing Xiaohan in the other.

After getting out of the elevator and walking towards his apartment, Gao Chen saw someone standing at the door of his apartment, wearing a light blue down jacket, wearing a mask on his face, and a pair of familiar eyes were exposed outside.

Gao Chen went to the door, put down the bag of dog food in his hand, took out the key to open the door, and said in a low voice, "What do you want from me?"

"I want coffee, let's take a look at it." Wen Ci took off his mask and said softly.

“Good coffee.”

"...I still have some questions I want to ask you."

It is already cold winter in Chuanhai, but the beach of Piqiu Island is still filled with the heat of midsummer. The sea here is bordered by the sky. Looking around, it is a heart-pounding blue.

But most of the time Mo Ming is still in the hotel, the hotel suites facing the sea, the huge open-air view can feel the salty and soft sea breeze in the distance.

In a week, Mo Ming read the book "Temperature" three times here, and wrote a full four pages of biographies...

In the evening, the fine sand on the beach retains the warmth of the day's sunshine, and it is very comfortable to step on it with bare feet.

He probably understood what Liu Hekun meant when he asked him that day, maybe he wanted to find an actor who had a similar experience to the protagonist in the book.

But he is much luckier than the hero in the book who commits suicide in despair...

The rescued life, even if you die alone, will not be in despair.

"Are you trying to hide for how long before I give up?"

Behind him, a lazy and smiling voice came.

Mo Ming's body trembled, and he looked back.

Five-minute-long floral beach pants, a wide upper body and a shirt with blue coconut trees printed on a white background, probably because the man is too good-looking, with long arms and legs, and a body that is smooth and firm but not swollen at all, fancy His attire didn't look tacky in the slightest on his tall figure.

Mo Ming stared blankly at the approaching man.

Han Shaoying held the slippers with two fingers, and his shirt was open. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on the light wheat-colored abdominal muscles, and the light like gold flowed into the seam of the beach pants along with the tightly cut mermaid line.

Under the high brow bone, the warm afterglow of the setting sun reflected in the deep eyes, Han Shaolong leaned over to approach Mo Ming's surprised face, and smiled: "It's not just a sudden liking, how can you give up just because you left for a short time..."

Mo Ming hesitated to speak, then turned and left with lowered eyebrows.

Han Shaoyun rested his hands behind his head and followed Mo Ming calmly: "It can't be said that my ghost is lingering, but I restrained myself for a week before coming to you."

Mo Ming walked forward without looking back.

"Actually, you don't have to hide from me. You can continue to do whatever you want, and I won't disturb your normal life." Han Shaoyun said seriously, "My liking will only be your help, and will never become your burden."

"I didn't hide from you." Mo Ming said coldly, "I'm traveling normally."

"Then why did you even stop the rehearsal of the repertory troupe?"

Mo Ming suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Han Shaoying coldly: "Are you investigating me?"

Han Shaoyun shrugged: "You can find out about this kind of thing once you ask your colleagues."

Mo Ming's lips were pursed into a line, and he looked at Han Shaoying's pretendingly innocent smiling face, and his heart became more and more irritable... It seemed that he really couldn't connect the man in front of him with Zhou Xu, because looking at this man now, it was really Only annoying.

Annoying in every sense of the word.

"Annoying." Mo Ming looked at Han Shaoying, and couldn't bear it anymore, "How can there be such an annoying person in the world?"

He would rather be other conflicting emotions than this helpless trouble.

The hand that was resting on the back of the head was slowly put down, and then put it in the pocket carelessly, the smile was magnified in the setting sun, Han Shaoyun said, "Fortunately, I don't hate it."

"... "

"You came here alone, so I happened to be too." Han Shaoyun scratched his short stubble, "Why don't you go drink together?"

Mo Ming naturally didn't go to drink, and walked on the beach with a cold face without saying a word, and someone behind him also shook his head and followed like a wolf with a big tail.

"I learned a new song recently." Han Shaoying said meaningfully, "Why don't I sing it to you."

Mo Ming was not polite: "You are tone deaf, don't disturb my ears."

"Then I'll play it for you."

Mo Ming paused, then turned his head and frowned at Han Shaoying... Then?

Han Shaoyong smiled, and waved to a person who was waiting for instructions not far away, and that person immediately ran over and handed a guitar to Han Shaoyong, then turned around and ran away quickly.

Mo Ming stared blankly.

"The clerk of the musical instrument store, please help."

Han Shaoyun smiled and put the guitar strap on his body, and Mo Ming unexpectedly found that the man's gestures with the guitar were quite standard.

But he knew Han Shaoyong, this guy knew nothing about guitar except he learned the piano sloppily when he was a child and knew how to deal with both hands.

"It's the song on your mobile phone. I remember you always play this song in your car..." Han Shaoying lowered his head and plucked the strings to test the sound, and said, "I wanted to learn that "Little Road", but I won't hide it from you, I'm very disgusted Gao Chen, I don’t want to learn any songs he participated in, no matter how good they are.”

Mo Ming: "..."

""After Yesterday", Zhou Xu's solo song, I know you like this singer, and eight out of ten songs on the phone's playlist are his." Han Shaoyun raised his head with a smile in his eyes, "You know, little boy, In the past, some friends said that I resembled this Zhou Xuchang, only the eyes, if he is your idol, then I should be able to gain some of his glory in front of you..."

Mo Ming looked at the sea reflecting the sunset: "It's not like that."

"I don't think so either." Han Shaoyun nodded thoughtfully, "I'm not as talented as him, but in terms of appearance, he's far worse than me."

"You're overconfident."

Han Shaoyun smiled: "Then you are denying your own vision. If it weren't for my face back then, would you have followed me in the bar?"

"... "

Mo Ming closed his eyes heavily and stopped arguing.

The guitar strings were plucked, and the light and gentle prelude of "After Yesterday" sounded.

This is a very romantic little love song.

Han Shaoying also sang along, and the sea breeze was blowing under the setting sun, and everything seemed to fit the atmosphere.

Mo Ming's brows furrowed deeper and deeper...

It can be heard that I have learned it now, and the rhythm is wrong a lot. Although I feel that I have really worked hard to play and sing, but the defect of five-tone insufficiency is really not something that can be corrected in a few days.

The shirt fluttered in the sea breeze, the man's sword-like eyebrows were like black ink, his handsome profile face fell into the light of the setting sun, and the corners of his lips floated in a gentle and comfortable arc... If you don't listen to the voice, this moment is indeed a paradise for face control.

only…

A middle-aged couple walking arm in arm walked by. The woman glanced at the young man who was playing and singing, and at the same time she pulled the clothes of his wife: "You look good, but you don't know what you're singing. ..."

The man nodded: "Well, it's really ugly."

Probably because the distance was too close, Han Shaoyong heard it.

The playing and singing stopped abruptly, the corners of Han Shaoying's mouth twitched, and he turned to the couple and said, "What's so bad about it, I've been learning this song for a week."

Turning his head again, Han Shaoyong saw the smile on Mo Ming's face that hadn't disappeared yet, and was still trying to restrain himself at this moment, and the corners of his mouth were tense.

Han Shaoyun suddenly felt hurt, and asked in a low voice, "Is it really hard to hear?"

Mo Ming nodded: "Noisy ears."

"..." Han Shaoyun looked down at the guitar in his arms, and was silent for a few seconds before making a serious analysis, "It's not the guitar, I just picked it up in the store, and I haven't tuned it. It wasn't like this when I was learning, my dear boy. Wait, I'll play it again for you."

After a few tones, Mo Ming couldn't bear it any longer... This man is clearly spoiling something good.

Frowning and walking forward, Mo Ming stretched out his hand: "Give it to me."

Han Shaoyun came to his senses and handed the guitar to Mo Ming in a daze.

Mo Ming sat cross-legged on the sand with his guitar in his arms, bowed his head and focused on tuning, Han Shaoyun looked at his skillful finger movements in surprise, and said in a daze, "Can you play the guitar?"

Mo Ming didn't lift his eyelids: "Yes."

Knowing that he was making a fool of himself in front of an expert, the sense of superiority that he had shown off just now disappeared, Han Shaoying sat down beside Mo Ming honestly, and asked with a guilty smile, "Then how did I play just now?" Sample?"

"Poor."

Not only is it bad, but the word "very" is added in front of it.

Han Shaoyun looked down at the sandy ground, lost in thought... It seemed that the guitar teacher who praised him as a musical genius was fooling him, and regretted paying him such a high salary.

A gentle and melodious melody sounded, and Han Shaoyun turned his head in response, his eyes quietly focusing on Mo Ming.

It is still "After Yesterday", but it is completely different from the feeling of Han Shaoyun's previous playing and singing. His thin white fingertips touch the thin strings, Mo Ming's eyes stare into the distance, the evening wind blows his soft broken hair, and his light-colored lips Humming "After Yesterday".

[I missed you yesterday, I only remember your tenderness]

[I wonder if I've been forgotten by you]

[On the small road where I met you, now only the evening wind remains]

[I guess I shouldn't be so cowardly]

[I waited silently, and began to look forward to yesterday and later]

Han Shaoyu looked at Mo Ming in a daze... his skin was milky white, the tip of his nose was slender like a deer, and his long and thick eyelashes cast thin shadows at the end of his beautiful eyes.

The orange light of the sunset in the sky reflected on Mo Ming's face, and a beautiful golden halo appeared on his delicate nose tip and cheeks.

Han Shaoyong couldn't help leaning over and approaching a little bit, but it wasn't a kiss, but just rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately against the tip of his little girl's ear.

"It sounds good." Han Shaoying laughed hoarsely, "It sounds good..."

Mo Ming didn't turn his head, raised his hand, put two fingers on Han Shaoying's lips, pushed back the head that was approaching, put down his hand and continued to pluck the strings.