After reuniting with Bai Yueguang, my straight man design collapsed

Chapter 1 Burning but yearning

On August 2034, 8, the old town of Fog City.

It was clearly still in the morning, but the scorching sun came out in a hurry to give the people of Wucheng a sense of presence.

In the hot summer, the heat on the concrete floor is visible to the naked eye, and even the electric poles stand in the air, and there are heat waves around them.

In such a weather, few living people can be seen walking on the street.

On the second floor of the old building at the deepest part of the alley, there is no air conditioner, so Jun Mo can only open the window to let the natural wind blow in, blowing his somewhat wanton bangs.

Thick and dark eyebrows are like swords, and a pair of bright and clear pupils under the eyebrows.

Picking up the admission notice on the table, leaning back, the old chair creaked.

When the corner of the mouth was raised, a beautiful dimple appeared on the left cheek, and uncontrollable joy overflowed from the eye waves.

Will I see you?

Boom boom boom!

There were rhythmless and impatient knocks on the door, as well as the man's irritable cursing.

"Jun Mo, you little bastard, open the door for me!"

"Damn you, your wings have grown hard, don't you dare to report your father for gambling, and see if I don't interrupt your dog legs!"

"Open the door, open the door for me, you didn't go with your mother back then, you stayed here to punish me, right! Open the door, open the door for me!"

Jun Mo turned around and glanced at the newly replaced security door.

In order to prevent the sudden return of his biological father, as well as those creditors who kept coming to the door to collect debts, the anti-theft door that cost a lot of money is really worth the money!

Hearing that Jun Feiguang was already dialing the unlock phone outside the door, Jun Mo got up quickly, picked up the backpack and randomly put the toiletries in, and then carefully put the notice in the innermost layer of the backpack.

With both hands on the window, just about to take off, he turned around and took a look inside the room.

His eyes fell on some old photos pasted on the cabinet door.

There are four people in the photo, two adults and two children.

It was a variety show he had participated in in his childhood, and he went there as a hip-hop contest champion. It was precisely because of the popularity of that variety show that Jun Feiguang realized that this kid could earn money to support his family.

It's a pity that the rewards he got from commercial performances and shows in his childhood did not bring Jun Mo a good life and growth environment, but instead made his simple father's temperament change drastically, and he became addicted to gambling.

It was only later that he found out that those two men turned out to be the hottest top actor in the entertainment industry.

And he was standing in front with another boy in a yellow headband.

The boy was wearing a small suit, exuding a noble princely temperament from inside to outside, and the two stood shoulder to shoulder in an orderly manner.

Jun Mo turned back again, tore off the photo, patted the dust on it, and put it together with the notice.

Jun Feiguang outside the door finished his phone call, and then began to swear in his street style.

"Jun Mo, you son of a bitch, wait for me to open the door, and see if I don't break your dog legs!"

Jun Mo smiled contemptuously, wondering if he realized that he was actually scolding himself.

With the backpack on his back, he jumped out of the window, his footsteps landed lightly, and his calf muscles tensed and then stretched.

I took out the keys, got on the bicycle, and looked up for the last time at the second-floor hut where I had lived alone for a year. There was no melancholy or regret, but an alternative sense of relief and freedom.

In fact, it is not a year of living alone, but two and a half years.

Jun Feiguang was addicted to gambling, and later started domestic violence. It was Jun Mo's persuasion that his mother plucked up the courage to divorce him.

Jun Mo, who was only ten years old, heard the aunt next door saying that it would be difficult for a woman to remarry with a towel bottle, so Jun Mo decisively chose to live with this animal father.

Although he is said to be his father, he has not fulfilled his obligation to Jun Mo for a day.

A few years ago, Jun Mo was able to survive by relying on Grandma Zhang downstairs to eat enough. Later, he started a work-study program and spent all his time studying and working part-time.

Once Jun Feiguang stole Jun Mo's one-month living expenses to gamble, and Jun Mo chased him to the mahjong parlor with a kitchen knife in a fit of rage.

When the kitchen knife was firmly inserted into the mahjong table, the originally noisy mahjong parlor became quiet for an instant.

This matter is still talked about by the residents of the old city as after-dinner conversation.

Although the most mentioned are those old mahjong parlors!

Later in the third year of high school, studies and part-time jobs took up all of Jun Mo's time, coupled with the anxiety from college tuition fees, he really had no intention of continuing to entangle with Jun Feiguang.

He had something to yearn for and strive for, so he just kept on doing nothing, and reported in real name on the day Jun Feiguang gambled, and sent Jun Feiguang in.

There was no way to shut down gambling for a year, so Jun Mo began to report intermittently, as soon as Jun Feiguang came out, he would stare at him, and call the police as soon as he started gambling.

Just like that, Jun Feiguang stayed in it intermittently for a year.

Until the end of Junmo's college entrance examination, he successfully got the notice, and took a part-time job for the whole summer vacation, saving enough living expenses and tuition fees for the first year of university.

Withdrawing her thoughts, just as she was about to get on the bicycle, she saw Grandma Zhang downstairs coming back with a big bag of rice in the hot weather. Jun Mo got off the bicycle, leaned on the bicycle and strode forward.

"Grandma Zhang, why do you buy so much rice on a hot day?"

"You don't understand. I went to the supermarket early in the morning to grab this. It's cheaper in the morning. Junmo, are you going to school today?"

"No, tomorrow's ticket."

Grandma Zhang sighed and pointed to the movement upstairs.

"Is your dad back? Will he beat you?"

Jun Mo put the rice away, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

When laughing, the dimples are deep and sweet, like a popsicle in the hot summer, which makes people cool from the inside out.

"Don't worry, he can't beat me now."

Then, he showed off his biceps.

At the same time, there was a sound of kicking the door upstairs, and it seemed that the unlocker opened the door.

"Jun Mo, you little bastard, where are you, come out to me!"

Immediately after that was Jun Feiguang's furious voice.

Jun Mo made a silent gesture to Grandma Zhang.

"Hush, Grandma Zhang, I'm leaving first, and I'll come back to see you when I'm on vacation. Take care of yourself."

As he said that, he strode out, then rode on his bicycle and quickly walked out of the alley.

Upstairs behind him, Jun Feiguang lay on the window and cursed at the speeding white figure in the alley.

"Jun Mo, if you have the guts to run, don't come back if you have the guts. As long as you dare to come back, I will definitely break your dog legs and let you report me..."

Jun Mo turned around, pedaled his bicycle and rushed out of the alley at high speed, and also flung Jun Feiguang's voice behind him far away, away from his own world.

The bicycle rides very fast, and the geography of Fog City is special, with many mountains and slopes. When riding, you have to stand up from time to time to be able to ride the bicycle more powerfully.

When going uphill, a gust of wind blew by, blowing the corners of the boy's white shirt, revealing the tight young muscles in his waist and abdomen.

The bicycle was parked at the entrance of a residential area, with one foot on the pedal and the other on the steps beside the road, and dialed the phone.

"Hey, grandson, take down my luggage, I'm at the gate of your community."

The last time Jun Feiguang was locked in, Jun Mo let it go, he would be released before he left.

In case there was a fight before leaving, I deliberately packed my luggage in advance and put it at my deskmate's house, so that I can be a little more chic when I jump out of the window.

Not long after hanging up the phone, Yan Xueyi, a boy in green short-sleeved red pants, walked slowly from the community carrying a medium-sized suitcase.

"Aren't you the car for tomorrow? Why are you leaving today? I plan to drive you tomorrow." Jun Mo didn't rush to answer, looked him up and down and joked.

"Red and green, is it a shit race? When will your taste change?"