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Xu Yiqing taught him that love is a pathological desire to control, and Qiu Shengshi taught him that love does not require loyalty.This thing is both vulgar and vulgar, as if everyone can get it easily and play with it as they like.It is also changeable, falling into the hands of thousands of people presents thousands of faces, and nine hundred and ninety-nine faces is unbearable.

Being shaken awake by Yuan Mu, Qiu Yu got out of the car in a daze, and followed behind him.The night was dark, and the street lights were not on. After sleeping for too long, my vision was blurred, and the stars flickered.

He simply lowered his head and only looked for Yuan Mu's heels.Seeing him stepping on the fallen leaves on purpose, Qiu Yu also took big strides to follow him, making a footprint that overlapped exactly.

"Your shoes." Qiu Yu said abruptly.

The place I went to before was very remote, with potholes and dusty roads.His white shoes lasted all afternoon, and the uppers turned gray with many spots of yellow mud.Yuan Mu found out earlier than him, and he was troubled for a while, but now he doesn't care at all.

Hanging his feet and tilting his head to observe carefully for a week, Yuan Mu said, "White is not dirty."

Qiu Yu said, "I did it."

"What's the matter with you."

Qiu Yu didn't speak.

Every time I learned that I was still hopelessly fascinated by him, my heart always swelled.

Yuan Mu's tone was light just now, and he dropped the ending sound that was about to be transferred.Yuan Mu is used to using a complicated method of tying his sneakers, so that the laces stand up vigorously and don't fluff into two pieces.Yuan Mu's trousers are often paired with socks, which show his ankles when he walks, and when he exerts force, he can draw out beautiful lines.

It is easy to understand Qiu Yu's motives for capturing these details, but it is difficult to describe his feelings during the collection process.Like weaving a net, like building blocks, and also like experiencing a tide of uncertainty.

Can it fall into the category of love?

The love he has seen lacks purity, is selfish, unpleasant, and unbreathable.The beautiful, the good, are all whitewashed with deception.Those in the authorities are obsessed with the authorities. If it is true love, Qiu Yu can't figure out which kind of love he gave Yuan Mu.

Maybe it's mixed in with the nine hundred and ninety-nine, but it's definitely not enough for one thousandth of it.If the seeds are thrown into the dirty soil, no matter how hard they grow, how clean will they be?

Yuan Mu taught him that probably love is full of shame.

"Let's talk about it after this month." Yuan Mu was about to reach the intersection, and now Yuan Mu slowed down, waiting for his intention to become clear.

Qiu Yu didn't understand, so she raised her head and asked, "Let's talk about it."

"Just..." The ground in front of the fruit stand was full of fruit shells. Yuan Mu picked out a peeled pomelo peel, and stood on it with both feet, softly, "It's about your father. You don't know how Do you want to do it? There is still nearly a month, wait for him to come back next time, let’s have a look and talk about it.”

"Have you been helping me think about this all the way?"

He actually asked this.Yuan Mu put his hands in his pockets, put his heels together, and turned back to face Qiu Yu. He raised his elbows: "It's not all the way, it started from that zebra crossing."

In order to increase the reliability of these words, Yuan Mu still looked there, pointing him to that line.There was a head around the neck.Qiu Yu leaned over without making a sound, with his arms through his armpits, and slowly hugged him, on the street at midnight.

"Did you come up with such a solution after thinking all the way?" Qiu Yu whispered, warming his collar.

"There is no way." Yuan Mu said.

"Um, oh, yes, that white line begins."

Yuan Mu often walks ahead of him.

Every time she looked at his back, Qiu Yu wished she could watch him so peacefully forever.But in fact, I can't help but expect him to stop and catch up by myself, closer, preferably in my arms, longer, and equal to the time he spends watching his back.

See, he has contradictory selfish desires to him over and over again.

"Yuan Ostrich."

Yuan Mu moved his chin: "Oh, you have a better way."

Qiu Yu shook her head, the short hair stubble rubbed against Yuan Mu's clothes, rustling.

Qiu Yu sniffed the side of his neck carefully, her forehead gradually moved down, her eyes closed, and she buried his shoulders.Still rubbing against each other, it seems that I like this gentle voice, and it seems that I say it over and over again, no.

Yuan Mu raised his hand.

On the other side of the street, someone hummed a song and staggered out of the darkness.

Both of them turned their heads to see that it was Xue Zhiyong passing by with a wine bottle.Seeing them, Xue Zhiyong staggered and stood firm: "Look! I'll dig out your eyes!"

Qiu Yu's hands loosened, and when he was about to leave, Yuan Mu immediately supported his forearm with his left hand, and put it back behind his waist again.Hold the back of his neck with your left hand and press your shoulders again.When Xue Zhiyong's footsteps were far away, Yuan Mu touched the back of Qiu Yu's head with his palm, and rubbed his ears with his fingertips.

"Don't cut it this time, let's grow your hair longer."

After saying goodbye and returning home, Yuan Mu opened the door, the room was dark and silent, Fang Qiong and Yuan Cha had already fallen asleep.He twisted the key to close the door, pulled it out and held it in his palm before he could put it away in time, and squatted down slowly against the door frame, clutching his stomach.

According to Yuan Mu's aunt, when he was a child, Fang Qiong had little milk and milk powder was expensive, so he was weaned earlier than other children.Feeding him complementary food too early destroyed his immature digestive system, resulting in such a precious and delicate stomach today.

But being fragile is more fragile, Yuan Mu thinks there is nothing wrong with it.The stomach has become a precision instrument, prompting him to eat on time, accurately checking which food is unhygienic for him, and which restaurant he is not allowed to go to.

Yuan Mu began to feel uncomfortable after eating the bowl of noodles at the market in the afternoon. During the period, he wanted to vomit several times, and he suppressed it forcefully.It's better when I focus on other places, but now I'm left alone, but I can't bear the colic.

He huddled next to the shoe cabinet, his hands and feet were weak, his body was hot and cold, and sweat was profusely profuse.Nian was dizzy, thinking for a while whether Qiu Yu would also be in pain, and for a while worrying about himself, his iron stomach swallowing stones would not be able to cause him pain.

His eyelids were battling, his consciousness was slackened, and he was almost gone. Yuan Mu got up and ran to the living room, knelt on the ground and held the trash can to vomit.It was dark for a while, my stomach was still twitching faintly, tears poured out uncontrollably.

With no strength left, he tilted his head back and barely leaned on the sofa.After a chill, the whole body sweated again.Yuan Mu wiped away the tears from his face. In a trance, he suddenly thought that if he had a chance to have a child in the future, he must be a good father.

He will accompany his children to endure every necessary pain on the road of life growth.Will the child have a disease that no one knows about?Leave the child alone in the pitch-black house and have to clean up the trash and find water to rinse his mouth after vomiting?Don't even think about it.

After taking care of it slowly, after a long delay, as if masochistic, he took off his clothes and went to take a shower.Halfway through the wash, I stood naked in front of the plastic bag and retched for a long time.

Yuan Mu went out of the bathroom in his pajamas, turned on the bedroom light, and found Qiu Yu lying on his bed.He has no coat and slippers on his feet, looking at him with his neck tilted, his palms blocking the light in front of his eyes.

The scene is not funny.

But Yuan Mu just laughed.

"How did you come."

"The light in your room has been turned off." Qiu Yu said, "I sent a message on my phone, but you didn't reply."

"What if I fall asleep."

Qiu Yu said firmly: "I will reply to the message before going to bed." He said, "You never reply."

"abnormal."

"what."

"Just..." Yuan Mu still smiled, and lay down with him on the bed, hesitating to speak, his expression rarely lively.Laughter, doubt, and disbelief are vividly interpreted by him.

Yuan Mu: "It's just... If you don't reply to the message, you will come to pick someone's window."

Qiu Yu: "I am a pervert who is afraid that something will happen to you."

Yuan Mu: "What can happen to me?"

Qiu Yu: "I don't know. So let's take a look."

"It's over." Yuan Mu took off a corner of the quilt.

Qiu Yu consciously pulled half of it to cover her chest: "What's wrong with you."

Yuan Mu turned over, lay on his side, and asked, "Have you changed into pajamas?"

"Well. I just came here after changing."

"You just want to sleep with me."

Yuan Mu's hair was not completely dried with a hair dryer, it was moist.Qiu Yu fiddled with the pillow towel on his pillow with one hand. It seemed that there was no match, but it wrapped the wet hair tightly a few times.

Qiu Yu smiled: "You're right if you say that." He continued, "Why does it take so long to take a shower."

Yuan Mu's eyes were sleepy: "Turn off the light for me."

Qiu Yu lifted the quilt out of bed, and the long-armed and long-legged one only took two steps.As soon as the lights went out, he crawled back into bed.

"I'm sleepy. Did you sleep here tonight?"

Qiu Yu lowered her head and looked down at him: "I don't know."

"If you're not tired, you can turn it over again." Under the quilt, Yuan Mu kicked his calf, and then stuck to it without moving, "I don't know, I know, I don't know anything."

Qiu Yu stretched out his hand to grab his leg, and wrapped his tiger's mouth around his lonely ankle: "You still pretend you didn't hear anything."

"Move over and fall to the ground later." Yuan Mu didn't struggle.

Qiu Yu: "Look. I can't hear it again."

When Qiu Yu got close, Yuan Mu said in a whisper: "I feel sick to my stomach."

Russily groping all the way, Qiu Yu's hand found his stomach, and he made a good guess first: "Is the noodles at that store unclean? Or is it because you're late for lunch?"

"I vomited several times just now." Yuan Mu said again.

Feeling empty, Qiu Yu shook her hands and got up to leave.In the darkness, Yuan Mu immediately hugged his waist tightly: "What are you doing?"

Qiu Yu froze for a moment: "I'll find medicine for you."

The hand on the waist loosened a bit, and Yuan Mu's voice was soft: "I've eaten."

Seeing that Qiu Yu didn't respond and the quilt was still wide open, Yuan Mu pulled him: "I really ate."

Qiu Yu took advantage of the situation and lay back, Yuan Mu moved closer to him with the quilt, brewed for a few seconds, his arms slid over his waist, tightened bit by bit, his fingers went around his back, twirling the quilt slightly The folds of quality pajamas.

Qiu Yu was so itchy that her stomach sucked, and she raised her neck: "If you do this, your hands will be numb."

Yuan Mu circled harder, and said in a low voice, "Don't move."

The temperature is so low, I am also a little tired.Let me give you a hug and finish this early morning.

Yuan Mu's tenderness and nostalgia for him are remnants of the good old days, remnants, they should be fleeting and fleeting.Qiu Yu never expected to stay there for such a long time, on the back of his head, pinnae, waist, and chest.

He was like a small animal, briefly knocked down by the pain, tenderly.Qiu Yu's heart was also soft, almost melted, and it was good enough to be his support, but it was me who was healed in turn, and I got too much.

The fingers on the back gradually slipped off.

"Yuan Mu." Qiu Yu called him in a low voice.

Qiu Yu rested her arm on the pillow and stepped back.Yuan Mu fell asleep, it was no longer the him who hurriedly tried to grab him just now.Qiu Yu tilted her head slightly, leaned over lightly, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Yuan Mu, what about you?What is it like when you love someone.

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