Chapter 2
"Ding-ling-ling——" With the ringing of the school bell, the corridor gradually became restless. The teacher was still writing quickly on the blackboard. Mo Yousen was sitting in the last row fiddling with his phone. He opened the group chat and started chatting. His new deskmate Ji Fei flew to his side and took a look. A group called "Ningcheng Top F4" was arrogantly hanging on the phone page.
Ji Fei nudged Mo Yousen with his elbow and said, "The teacher is here, stop playing with your phone." Ji Fei was one of the few students in the school who was specially admitted and exempted from tuition and miscellaneous fees based on his scores. The head teacher arranged for him to sit next to Mo Yousen to improve his academic performance.
Jiang Ting: [Mo Yousen, can you please hurry up? I'm just waiting for you.]
Mo Yousen: [Damn, Curly is dragging his feet. Wait for me, wait for me.]
Yan Yuheng: [Xiao Sen, let's go to the chemistry lab on the seventh floor to wait for you. I got a new hairstyle yesterday, and I'm going to make you look awesome.]
Jiang Ting: [Just give up, Fat Tiger is almost scared to death.]
Zhang Qianyi: [Xiao Sensen, come quickly~]
Mo Yousen: [I know right away.]
"There are also some students, I won't mention their names. Although the school allows hair dyeing with mobile phones, there are not so many rules, but they should be a little careful and not be so ostentatious." Curly Hair kept staring at Mo Yousen's head while speaking at the podium. Mo Yousen was chatting enthusiastically in the group and didn't pay attention to what the teacher was saying. "Okay, get out of class is over."
As soon as he heard the get out of class was over, Mo Yousen quickly grabbed his schoolbag and ran. Ningcheng Nolen International School is a private school that covers kindergarten to high school. Jiang Ting, Yan Yuheng, Mo Yousen, and Zhang Qianyi have known each other since kindergarten and studied together until high school. Because they come from similar families, they get along best. Mo Yousen is a year younger than them, so their school dismissal times are also different.
The elevator was too slow and full of people. Mo Yousen ran all the way from the third floor of Building A to the seventh floor of Building B. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Yan Yuheng sitting at the table with a cigarette in his hand. He had colorful dreadlocks and arrogant eyebrow studs. His eyes were as bright as obsidian and moved around Mo Yousen. He held the cigarette between his white fingers and flicked the ash lightly. There were red headphones hanging around his neck, like a red rose with thorns.
If we use a red rose to describe Yan Yuheng, then Mo Yousen is the lotus in summer, with a cool appearance, fair skin, a pair of big eyes that roll around like grapes, a small mole on the tip of his nose that adds a touch of charm to his face, obedient eyebrows and eyes, and an innocent and harmless look, but the highly saturated bright yellow short hair on his head burns other people's eyes like the scorching sun.
"Yan Yuheng, is your rebellious period coming too late?" Jiang Ting reached out and pulled off the nails stuck on Yan Yuheng's brow bone, and fiddled with his dreadlocks with disgust.
"What do you know? I've been appreciating The Rap of China lately. Be careful or I'll release a song to diss you."
Jiang Ting laughed and cursed after hearing this, "It's the same as before."
Yan Yuheng pushed Jiang Ting's hand away and placed his hand on Zhang Qianyi's shoulder. He raised his hand to lift Mo Yousen's chin, stared into his eyes and said something that made his scalp tingle, "Man, you are fascinated by me too." Zhang Qianyi immediately made a vomiting expression after hearing this and pushed Yan Yuheng away with disgust. Mo Yousen's eyes met Yan Yuheng's dark pupils, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat. He then fled behind Jiang Ting, "Yan Yuheng, don't even think about using illusions on me!"
Yan Yuheng laughed heartily, put his arm around Mo Yousen and brought him to him, leaning on Mo Yousen's back and resting his chin on his shoulder.
"Seriously, after the college entrance exams are over in a few months, where are you all planning to go? I've already decided to go to Jing City."
Mo Yousen couldn't help but frown after hearing this. "Sister Ting, why do you suddenly want to go to Beijing?" Jiang Ting waved her hand. "I've been tempted and decided to go to Beijing to pursue love."
"Are you crazy?" (Ningcheng dialect: Are you mentally ill?) Yan Yuheng knocked Jiang Ting on the head and cursed.
"Don't talk about me, Yan Yuheng, where are you going?"
"Country M. Xiao Sen and I agreed that he would come to Country M after he finishes his exams next year. In fact, it doesn't matter much whether we take the college entrance examination or not. It's just an experience. We don't really need that score." After Yan Yuheng finished speaking, he rubbed Mo Yousen's head.
"I plan to go to my grandfather's side. He runs such a big company by himself. I plan to go to Jiangcheng to study and get involved in these things." Zhang Qianyi's parents died in a car accident while on a road trip when he was very young. His grandfather raised him single-handedly, so he has a deep affection for the old man.
"It's so fast! How come we're separated so suddenly? After you leave, I'll be left alone studying in Ningcheng." Mo Yousen lowered his eyes. He had been accustomed to having them around for more than a decade, and suddenly they went their separate ways, leaving him alone. Yan Yuheng sensed the disappointment in Mo Yousen's words and turned him around to face him. "Xiao Sen, it's only been a year. Excluding holidays, we won't be apart for a few months. I promised you I'd come back to see you during the New Year, okay?"
Mo Yousen nodded and looked at Jiang Ting, "Sister Ting, Brother Qian, you should come back more often too!" Jiang Ting patted Mo Yousen's shoulder, and Mo Yousen's phone rang at that moment, "Hello, Mom." The female voice on the phone spoke with a unique Jiangnan charm, soft and long. "Hey, son, Uncle Wang has been waiting for you at the door for a long time. Are you done with get out of class?" Yan Yuheng snatched the phone and started talking, "Aunt Sanshui, I'm coming back with Xiaosen today." Tang Miao smiled, "Okay, Xiaoheng. Then remember to tell your driver that you won't be going home today."
Tang Miao and Yan Yuheng's mother, Pei Man, are both from Hangzhou, where they were roommates in college. Because both parents were busy with work, Mo Yousen spent his childhood either with Yan Yuheng at his own home or with him at his, sharing a room. This habit persisted as they grew up; whenever they went out together, they stayed together.
After the two returned to the Mo family's house, they washed their hands and began to eat voraciously, devouring the food on the table like a whirlwind. When Mo Guozheng arrived home, he saw the two of them slumped on the sofa, fiddling with their newly bought game consoles. "Guozheng, you're back! Xiaoheng is coming to our house to play today."
When Mo Guozheng saw Yan Yuheng's hair, the muscles on his head felt tense for a moment, "Xiaoheng, what's with your hair?" Yan Yuheng became excited when he heard it, "Uncle, this is the latest fashion trend. It's hard for ordinary people to control it." After hearing this, Mo Guozheng forced a smile and went to the underground gym.
Mo Yousen and Yan Yuheng played games for a while and then went upstairs. Mo Yousen took his clothes and went to take a shower first, while Yan Yuheng concentrated on building his newly bought Lego in Mo Yousen's room.
As soon as the bathroom door opened, Mo Yousen came out wearing a bathrobe with wet hair, wanting to tease Yan Yuheng, "Little Yanzi, come and blow dry my hair."
Mo Yousen sat down next to Yan Yuheng in a swagger. Yan Yuheng smelled the cherry blossom scent of the shower gel on Mo Yousen's body. The scent slowly entered his nostrils. He felt his mind being absorbed. The Lego in front of him became blurry. The heat transmitted by the person next to him penetrated his skin into his bones and blood.
Yan Yuheng stood up suddenly, strode over to get the hair dryer and hit Mo Yousen's head. Mo Yousen felt his scalp burning, "Forget it, forget it, I'll blow it myself, you go take a shower."
Yan Yuheng felt relieved upon hearing this and almost rushed into the bathroom. However, he soon discovered a problem after taking a shower. He had rushed in so quickly that he forgot to take his underwear. Yan Yuheng had no choice but to ask Mo Yousen to rescue him.
"Komori, Komori."
"what?"
"Help me get my underwear. It's in the last cabinet on the left side of your closet."
"Open the door and I'll bring it in for you."
Yan Yuheng walked to the door, opened it a crack, quickly took the things from Mo Yousen's hand, and then walked out of the bathroom in a dignified manner. Mo Yousen looked at Yan Yuheng's face, not knowing whether it was because of heat or shyness, so he just thought it was a high altitude flush.
Mo Yousen took out a bottle of Pinot Grigio from the small refrigerator in the room, poured two glasses and gave one to Yan Yuheng.
"Drink less. You're a minor and you're drinking every day." After saying this, Yan Yuheng held up the wine glass and walked towards the record player, picked up a record and started playing.
"Brother Heng, are you in a bad mood? Why are you suddenly listening to Bach?" Yan Yuheng's thoughts were exposed. He drank the wine in the glass and poured himself another one. "It's just that I'm hot after taking a shower."
After finishing a bottle of wine, they lay down on opposite sides and slowly drifted off to sleep. Yan Yuheng drifted closer to the heat source after falling asleep. Mo Yousen felt a heavy weight pressing against his neck, unable to breathe. He opened his eyes to see Yan Yuheng's face beside him, his breath tinged with alcohol. Mo Yousen rolled over, only to find Yan Yuheng pressing in close, his chest pressed tightly against his back.
It was a slightly chilly day in early April, and Mo Yousen was sweating all over. He couldn't fall asleep for a long time, so he pressed the button on the side of the bed to turn on the air conditioner.
Yan Yuheng woke up in the middle of the night and felt the room was like an ice cellar. Mo Yousen leaned against him, one leg resting on some unspeakable part of him. Yan Yuheng's head buzzed, and blood rushed to his lower body. He wanted to push him away, but he was afraid to disturb his sweet dream. He sighed, turned off the air conditioner, and slowly approached Mo Yousen, comforting him like he had when they were children. He kissed his forehead, gathered the quilt, took his leg away, and fell asleep again.
What Yan Yuheng didn't know was that when he raised his hand to turn off the air conditioner, Mo Yousen had already been woken up. Mo Yousen leaned on Yan Yuheng's chest, his heart beating wildly and unable to calm down.
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