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?I stayed at home for more than three weeks. After staying for a full month, I sent a letter to Jimusen. I stayed at home enough. My mother talked about me every now and then, and talked about Aunt Song. And Song Lu, often ask me what I think of them, what do I think of them.

I finally understood that the time my mother asked me to deliver eggs was a blind date in disguise.

I said it was fine, but I didn't like her very much.

My mother said that feelings need to be cultivated, and it is good to have more places.

I nodded perfunctorily, not daring to speak more.

On the day of going back to school, before the time came, I sat at the entrance of the village early and sat on the big stone pier. This is the exclusive place for me and Jim Sen. No matter when I was a child or when I grew up, I would wait here for him to pick me up. Me, or he comes to pick me up.

I remember the years when I went to other provinces to go to college, every time I came back, I could see Mu Sen sitting on this big stone pier, waiting for me to come back, picking me up, and then we talked and laughed along the way back.

I waited for a long time, then ran out for a few miles, and looked around for a long time, but Jim Sen didn't come. For the first time, he didn't say anything to me. He didn't say a word. He didn't come to pick me up as promised.

I don't know how I got back to school that day. I was disappointed, sad, and puzzled. I was more worried. I was afraid that something would happen to him, so I ran back all the way, and when I was out of breath, I ran to the door of the workshop. .

The picture in front of me made my eyes sore.

Jim Sen sat in front of a door panel, holding a carving knife in his hand, sliding his fingers quickly, while Qiao Shuang behind him was hugging his neck, pointing at the carved carving with one finger, full of smiles, and kept praising, while Jim Sen As if enjoying it, his eyes narrowed as he laughed.

"Musen!" I stood at the door and called his name, but he turned his head with a blank expression, as if looking at a stranger.

I forced a smile, "I'm back."

"Oh! Tao Yan, you're back, why don't you tell Musen, or he'll pick you up!" Qiao Shuang raised her voice loudly, took the handbag from my hand, and grabbed it. put it on the table.

Ji Musen just gave me a cold look, and continued with the work at hand, but carved faster than before, his eyes were like carving knives stuck under his hands, without blinking.

I took a few deep breaths and smiled at Qiao Shuang, "Qiao Shuang, I have something to say to Musen, can you..."

Qiao Shuang is a woman who is very good at winking. She probably sensed the awkward atmosphere between me and Mu Sen, so she took the bag tactfully, said goodbye to Mu Sen, and left.

In the workshop, only Ji Musen and I were left. We didn't talk, but could only hear the sound of carving knives, small and broken. I have listened to it for almost ten years, and I have never found it so annoying at this moment.

"Who are you doing this for now?" I moved a chair and sat beside him, trying to reach out and snatch the carving knife from his hand.

He raised his hand, waved my hand away, still did not look at me, and continued to carve.

I got angry and knocked out the carving knife in his hand with a slap. The carving knife fell on the red brick floor with a muffled sound.

"What are you doing?!" His voice was louder than mine when he spoke.

He bent down to pick up the carving knife on the ground, I grabbed his back collar and pulled him up, "Don't you know I'm coming back today?"

"I know." He turned his head and gave me a profile and a straight neck.

"Then why didn't you come to pick me up?" I patted his cheeks with both palms, and turned his face so that his face was facing mine.

He rolled his eyes, deliberately not looking at me directly, "You have Lu Guang, why do you want me to pick you up!"

I was so angry that I pinched his cheek and squeezed it hard twice. He groaned twice, covered his face, and looked at me with an aggrieved expression, "What are you pinching my face for?"

"Isn't your mind full of jealousy, and it turned over as soon as it was shaken, Ji Musen, don't you think you are weird!" I finished speaking in one breath, looking at Ji Musen with a dull face, even more depressed, " Do you know what I'm talking about?"

He nodded slowly, then pulled me into his arms, he hugged me tightly, and said vaguely: "Xiao Yan, I won't be like this in the future, don't be angry."

"Jimson, Jimson, are you really a log?" I laughed at myself, opened my mouth, bit a piece of meat on his shoulder, pressed my two rows of teeth up and down, and laughed with Jimson's long howl.

Ji Musen regretted and felt guilty that he deliberately didn't come to pick me up. He even looked at me carefully, and even made six special dishes, each of which was my favorite. I apologize.

At night, we still slept in the same bed, but I couldn't help but think of Lu Guang, who had a bad sleeping posture. I just said casually, Lu Guang is more honest than you in sleeping.

His face changed a little, he pouted, I tilted my head, looked at him almost infatuatedly, and couldn't help asking him: "Musen, if I were a girl, would you marry me?"

Mu Sen replied very simply, "Of course! If you were a girl, I would have married you a long time ago, and maybe you would have children. If you were a girl, you must be very good-looking. Marry in the door."

"It's a pity that I'm a boy." I murmured, but the sharp-eared Jim Sen actually heard it, and he hugged my head to his chest, "It's okay, aren't we good brothers now, aren't we pretty good."

"En." But I don't want to be good brothers with you!

If Jim Sen doesn't come to pick up my business, it will be over after a chapter, but I always have a lump in my heart, and that lump is Jim's inexplicable jealousy. I asked him many times, and he always used his good brother to prevaricate me, but I always It feels like he knows something, but he is covering up every time and perfunctory me.

And he always does some intimate actions to me that make me feel beyond the range of good brothers. He will hug me to sleep, hug me from behind, and hold my hand and dangle in the street. Everything is too unusual in my eyes.

But maybe it's because I'm gay that I'm thinking wildly about Jim Sen. Maybe in his eyes, all this is normal, it's just that I, with my dirty mind, misunderstood him.

I am such a despicable person!