Hou Mo sat in front of the desk in his room, pouting his mouth, holding a pen between his lips and nose, and holding a mobile phone in his hand to read Sang Xian's reply.

Sang Xian: Is it expensive?

Caiyuanguangjin: Is this thing expensive in your eyes?

Sang Xian: I think Sui Hou Yu should have no shortage of such things.

Caiyuan Guangjin: This is not a question of indispensability. I get my heart. After all, it is my first birthday with him, or his coming-of-age gift.

Sang Xian: OK, I see, I will help you order.

Sui Hou Yu's birthday is April 5.

Today is February 16, and there is still a month and a half before Sui Hou Yu’s birthday. Hou Mo is already preparing.

He still attaches great importance to the coming-of-age ceremony of Sui Hou Yu.

Hou Mo put down the pen and transferred the money to Sang Xian with his mobile phone.

Then I turned on the computer to inquire about the modification of the movement, and then took the drawings to communicate with Mama Hou to study how these things should be changed.

As a girl in science and engineering, these little things are like assembling toys to Hou's mother. After giving Hou Mo the ideas for modification, she asked: "Would you not go down to accompany Xiaoyu today?"

"I was just driven back." Hou Mo sat down on the sofa in the living room, looked around idly, and then reached out to peel the dried fruit to eat. "His art teacher left him homework for him to draw today. My eldest brother and I were both kicked out, saying that we would disturb him painting."

"Xiao Yu draws pretty well?"

"It's not bad...I can't understand it anyway. When I saw it just now, it was full of color blocks, which looked like a potato flattened with a shovel. I felt that painting was really expensive. The new box of paint was painted by him. After a day, the light color was mixed with black, green and blue, and they all changed color. I looked uncomfortable and helped him dig it out little by little. He thought I was in the way."

"Then when are you going by?"

"Wait a moment, so that he won't be able to draw and worry about me." Hou Mo raised the drawing and continued to look at it.

After looking at the drawings for a while, and then at the watch, he still couldn't sit still after twenty minutes. He put the drawings in the drawer of the desk in the room, brought new sheets, and was covered by the door.

Hou's mother kept watching, and was relieved when the door was closed, and took her eldest brother back to her room.

After sitting down, Mother Hou took out a stack of papers from the drawer and turned on the lamp to check it carefully. I took the laptop in hand, entered the password after booting, and organized the PPT with one hand.

She was also a strong woman before she fell ill.

Later, after a physical problem, she looked for opportunities to go to work one after another, and went to work in a homestay to exercise by the way. She was also a person who couldn't be idle, and loved to clean up the house at home.

Later, I worked as an accountant accountant, and gradually gained some personal connections.

Now, she still wanted to make a comeback, and was afraid that Hou Mo was worried, so she could only proceed secretly.

Hou Mo entered the bed and breakfast where Hou Yu was following. He raised his hand and motioned as soon as he entered the door: "I'm here to change the sheets."

Sitting with Hou Yu at the easel, watching Hou Mo pass by him, he went to the bed to change the sheets.

He continued to paint. After a while, he saw Hou Mo go to boil a pot of water again and walked into the kitchen to play with the Chinese medicine that Coach Wang had sent.

He had been drinking Chinese medicine for three days, and every time he smelled the Chinese medicine, he felt nauseous, and it was even more uncomfortable when he drank it. He didn't want to say a word for at least five minutes.

The most frightening thing is that it might come up with that taste.

He can't eat snacks with sugar yet, so he can only drink boiled water to ease the taste in his mouth.

After a while, the smell of Chinese medicine came out of the kitchen, and Hou Yu couldn't paint for a moment.

Just having a temper, Hou Mo walked out of the kitchen and put the cut fruit beside him.

He looked up at Hou Mo, and Hou Mo also looked at him who was so dirty that he was painted, and then he forked a piece with a fork and fed it into his mouth.

Hou Mo asked: "Can I finish a painting in one night?"

"According to the schedule of the art test, it is indeed a painting completed within the specified time. But I am just a hobby, and I will not take the test..."

Hou Mo leaned over to look at the paintings with Hou Yu, and he could see the prototype.

Then Hou Mo sat diagonally across from Sui Hou Yu and said, "I really think you are very good. You see, you can take the college entrance examination for sports students, you can take the college entrance examination for art students, and you can take both dance and painting. The most important thing is that your cultural scores are also very good, and it is no problem to take the college entrance examination normally. This is simply omnipotent, and you are an exam monster."

After thinking about it with Hou Yu, he suddenly felt that it was pretty good, so he raised his eyebrows: "Your brother Yu is so versatile."

"Yes, I just picked up the treasure, handsome and cute, with good brain and physical strength, perfect boyfriend."

As soon as Hou Yu was coaxed to close his mouth from ear to ear, he saw Hou Mo get up to bring the Chinese medicine over, and quickly closed his smile.

Hou Mo continued to coax him: "Go down in one breath, and then drink water quickly. It's really impossible to eat fruit, just a moment."

He reluctantly picked up the bowl of Chinese medicine and drank it in one fell swoop.

Hou Mo had already brought Liang Baikai from one side and planned to pass it to him. He didn't drink it immediately after taking the water. Instead, he put it aside and suddenly threw himself into Hou Mo's arms, holding Hou Mo's face and kissing it fiercely.

Hou Mo never refused him, but this time he subconsciously wanted to push him away.

But he disagreed. The two people separated their lips and teeth for 30 seconds. After they separated, Hou Yu went to drink water in a panic, while Hou Mo hurriedly ate two bites of fruit.

After that, Hou Mo sat in the chair for a long time, muttering: "This is really the pain of hot eyes."

"Hmph, let you talk cold words." He sat back at the easel again, planning to continue painting.

Hou Mo said helplessly: "If I can drink with you, I will drink it, but I can't drink this. It's almost 150 kilograms, and it will crush you if you focus on it."

He glanced at Hou Mo, and Hou Mo hurriedly shut up, only then did he remember that they hadn't reached an agreement on the position.

"That..." He stopped talking for a while, and finally said it, "Then don't go too far, I heard that Ran Shu didn't get out of bed all day..."

"Oh..." Hou Mo didn't react at first, but when he reacted, he suddenly became happy and excitedly approached him. He saw a pile of paints and brush holders. He was afraid of being overwhelmed, so he just squatted on him. He asked, "How did you figure it out?"

"I don't want to give you five minutes of happiness." He picked up the pen and planned to continue painting, but he could feel the ripples of the person next to him. If it were in the comics, there were definitely flowers in full bloom behind Hou Mo at this time, and they were all extremely gorgeous.

He couldn't help but his ears were red, and he was still stubbornly serious.

After Hou Yu finished the painting, he respectfully moved the easel to the side. Just after finishing the painting, the body was hugged into the bathroom.

After he came back to his senses, his shirts were all taken off.

This guy is addicted to taking a bath together.

Fortunately, when I went to bed today, Hou Mo agreed that he was wearing underwear.

Lying in the quilt, he set the alarm clock with his mobile phone, while Hou Mo muttered beside him: "What shall I call you in the future? Baby? Yuyu? Does Yuyu mean a baby? Or a good wife? "

"Dare to call that, I will let you finish the first seven days of the Spring Festival."

Hou Mo finally got down to be honest.

Just when Sui Hou Yu fell asleep in a daze, I heard Hou Mo's enthusiastic voice again: "I thought of it!"

The voice shocked him, and for a moment he was completely drowsy. It turned out that this guy was still thinking about it.

He said "um" and didn't respond.

"I'll call you good brother from now on!"

After he heard it, a subway grandfather looked at his cell phone and asked, "What is it, how can you be treated like a man? Let's buy three peaches tomorrow, and find a place to put this one. Righteous knot."

"Don't you think this title is very special?"

"do not think so!"

Hou Mo laughed for a while, leaned over to hug him, and whispered beside his ear: "Good brother, do you want me to help you?"

After changing his tone, the three words "good brother" turned out to be ambiguous, and there was a touch of spring in his ears, making his ears numb instantly, like static electricity, and his hairs were standing up.

In the silent night, Hou Mo's voice was particularly pleasant, full of youthfulness, and teased him.

He felt that Hou Mo had moved, and said in his ear again: "Good brother, don't fall asleep."

He could only bury his face in Hou Mo's arms. When he was about to fall asleep, Hou Mo came over and bit his ear, causing him to shudder and wake up again.

Finally, it was a kiss on the forehead.

On the sixth day of the first month, with Hou Yu on the way to the training school, he kept answering the phone calls from Ran Shu.

When he went out, he was a little hurried. He didn't wear a headset, and he hung up the phone until his arms were sore. He sighed against the back of his chair.

Hou Mo heard it intermittently and couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

"Ran Shu and Sang Xian quarreled."

"It's normal for them to quarrel, and they usually quarrel a lot, so don't worry." As he said, he touched his fingertips with the tips of his fingers. "What's the cause this time?"

"Sang Xian has two dogs in his family, one for her husband and the other for Alaska. Ran Shu fought with Alaska, and Sang Xian not only laughed, but he was very angry and wanted to break up with Sang Xian."

After hearing this, Hou Mo laughed: "Sang Xian's real Alaskan leather, like Erha, is really playful, but not fierce. It is estimated that the dog is playing with him, but he is very seriously angry. He didn't want to think about it, just the body of Alaska really wants to fight him, can he fight? He can fight Teddy hard enough."

Sui Hou Yu sometimes has to admit: "Ranshu sometimes...he is a bit tricky."

"You take class seriously first, and then talk about other things later."

After arriving at school, he took off his coat with Hou Yu, gave all the things he brought to Hou Mo, and sat on the easel to prepare for class.

He respectfully fixed yesterday's work on the easel, intending to see the last side of the painting. After a while, the painting will be changed beyond recognition by Teacher Du.

There was one more person waiting on one of the benches today, and Mr. Du's boyfriend was sitting beside Hou Mo.

The two hadn't communicated with each other at the beginning, and they were bored in the later stage before they chatted in a low voice.

The chats are also very rusty. For example, when talking about the tennis that Hou Mo is good at, the man knows taekwondo, and then he is as tall as two people.

At the end of the conversation, they didn't know the other party's last name.

After the course, I followed Hou Yu to Hou Mo, took out his mobile phone from his jacket pocket to call Ran Shu, and quickly tapped his finger on the screen.

He is still a little worried, after all, Ran Shu's first love relationship, don't get separated and leave bad memories.

After Ran Shu was connected, his voice became duller than last time, and he whispered: "Hey... Brother Yu."

Sui Hou Yu had already guessed what happened over there, so he just replied: "Okay, I know, you can rest well."

"Well, I'll sleep for a while." Ran Shu finished answering and hung up the phone.

Hou Mo raised his phone to Sui Hou Yu, "I asked too, what Sang Xian said."

After Hou Yu took Hou Mo's cell phone and took a look, he saw Sang Xian and said: I suspect that he is practicing rap here with me.

Sang Xian: Why does he curse so much? My ears are crippled by cursing.

Hou Yu didn't want to worry about it anymore. He was still worried that the two of them went to love with vigour.

He took Hou Mo to the dance studio upstairs. After passing by a room, he paused, and said on a whim: "Should I show you in Hanfu?"

"Okay!" Hou Moguang thought about it, and Harazi was about to flow out.

"I have a costume here, which was customized during the last performance. I haven't taken it away. I don't wear the wig anymore. It's uncomfortable to wear it."

Following Hou Yu took him to the dressing room, opened his small cabinet, took out the Hanfu from it, and put it aside.

Hanfu is worn when dancing. It is not an unconventional style. It belongs to Jinxu. It has a cross-collar, wide sleeves and is decorated with exquisite embroidery.

When wearing Hou Yu, he still said: "Other people's colors are silver gray with haze blue. I am the center position. The mandatory dark red one. In fact, I still like the haze blue. I bought a set, but I waited half a year for the construction period and still haven't mailed it."

"Well, I know you like blue and green."

While waiting to change clothes with Hou Yu, Hou Mo looked in the mirror at his flaxen hair, pointed to his hair suddenly and said, "I want to dye this thing green."

Sui Hou Yu looked back at him: "You have something wrong, right?"

"You like it."

"I like marinated eggs, did you shave? Pickled yourself by the way?"

"..."

"Something's wrong..." Hou Yu scolded with anger.

He dressed neatly with Hou Yu, straightened his sleeves and walked over. He was really wearing the gentlest clothes, making the most fierce expression, and shaking his fist at Hou Mo to demonstrate: "What do you think about every day? I'll hit you if I touch a hair."

Hou Mo took a step back and nodded again and again. By the way, he looked at the way Hou Yu was wearing Hanfu, and nodded in approval: "It looks good."

With Hou Yu's appearance, it is soft and beautiful, and it seems to be something that is suitable for Chinese style. It has a strong classical flavor, and there is a sense of suaveness of the ancient Pianpian in the eyebrows.

Hou Mo followed him and asked, "Have you tried to straighten your hair?"

He suddenly wondered what it would look like if Hou Yu's hair were straight.

Sui Hou Yu shook his head: "No, I have to sit still for a while to straighten my hair. I can't sit still."

After thinking about it, he recalled a bad memory: “There was a dance show that we uniformly braided dirty braids. I also deliberately grew my hair a bit longer during the summer vacation. Dirty braids are counted according to the roots, but the hairdresser braided them. I'm impatient with braiding my hair, saying that I don't want to make this money anymore."

Hou Mo laughed for a long time before stopping.

Following Hou Yu took him to the dance studio, this time he went to the normal dance studio, which was brighter.

Hou Mo sat in front of the mirror, holding two people's things, waiting to start with Hou Yu.

Sui Hou Yu searched for a long time before finding the accompaniment music.

This time with Hou Yu, I chose an old-style tune, which is all Chinese dance moves.

Chinese dance actually uses some of the training system of ballet, and some of the movements are also integrated into the martial arts skills such as hands, eyes, body, and steps in traditional opera. Pay more attention to the beauty of the body, especially when rotating, the action is long and extremely stretched, and it needs to reflect the sense of extension.

Watching Hou Yu's dance moves, Hou Mo couldn't help but pull the cuffs. This body is... so soft!

He was so greedy that he swallowed his saliva.

After the jump, Hou Yu walked over and squatted in front of him. The moment he squatted down, it seemed as if Young Master Pian Pian knelt down on one knee, his clothes fluttering, as if there was a hint of fairy air.

Hou Mo looked at him and said, "It's a great jump!"

"What to eat at noon?" As Hou Yu knew that he was dancing well, what he cared about was eating.

The immortal energy was reduced by half in an instant.

Hou Mo leaned over and whispered: "I want to eat a good brother..."

"Oh, I still used my hands last night, do you want to use your mouth today?"

Hou Mo really reacted for a while before realizing that he had followed Hou Yu's yellow accent, and then smiled and nodded: "Okay, I will try it next time."

Sui Hou Yu subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his mouth. It was him that was the first one, but he was embarrassed.

Hou Mo took off Sui Hou Yu's hand, then reached out and pressed Sui Hou Yu's head, and leaned over to kiss Sui Hou Yu's lips.

When it was hard to separate, someone suddenly opened the door and came in, scaring them to separate immediately.

During the Spring Festival, there are very few people in the school, only art class students will come to the school and leave after class.

Of these students, the only one who came to this school with Hou Yu was like going home. Every classroom was free to come and go, so that few people would come here. This time, someone suddenly came and surprised them.

After seeing the person coming in, Hou Yu's eyes widened with fright.

It is Yang Xiang.

He "cocked" in his heart.

He knew that Yang Xiangyu would go crazy, would yell, and he couldn't accept that he had made a boyfriend.

"Sui Hou Yu!" Yang Xiangyu suddenly shouted his name hoarsely, "You are shameless. You are a disgusting homosexual, but you are also framing your Uncle Xu. Why are you so shameless?!"

He said, pointing to Hou Mo and said: "Look at the boyfriend you are looking for, who is mad and dyes his hair when he is young, so he is not a serious person."

Hou Mo noticed that Hou Yu's expression collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it seemed that he was about to explode soon.

If the mother and son quarreled, it would definitely have the same effect as Mars hitting the earth.

He quickly stood up and said, "Hello Auntie, this is Annan Xi."

"I care who you are!" Yang Xiangyu yelled at Hou Mo. After roaring, he suddenly remembered something and mumbled, "The name is familiar."

He reminded: "With the son of my uncle's comrade-in-arms, I practiced piano with Brother Yu."

Yang Xiangyu remembered that she had met Hou Mo several times, and at that time he was still a mixed-race.

What she remembered deeply was Hou Mo's father, a very heroic man, but he was very gentle with his son. This made her feel that Suirin's contrast with Hou Mo's father was too strong. They were obviously comrades in arms, but Suirin's and Hou Mo's father were so far apart.

The sense of drop is very strong, leading to a deep impression.

In Yang Xiangyu's dazed work, Hou Mo pointed to his hair: "My hair color has been like this since I was a child, it's not dyed."

After finishing speaking, she smiled at Yang Xiangyu, like an angel, her smile was purely free of impurities, and she was not afraid of her roar at all.

Yang Xiangyu originally wanted to curse, but got stuck.

Hou Mo continued to smile: "We haven't seen each other for a long time. We really should have a good chat. The occasion is inappropriate. Let's find another place to chat."

"I have a good chat with you? You and my son..." Yang Xiangyu pointed at Hou Yu who wanted to swear, but was interrupted by Hou Mo.

"Well, I'm his boyfriend, I will be a family from now on!"

"Who is a family with you?!"

Hou Mo hurriedly coaxed Yang Xiangyu: "Okay, okay, auntie, don't get angry, it's not beautiful if you are angry."

Hou Mo knows that the training school has a soundproof room, which is generally used to talk about new students. When sitting in it, students passing by will not hear the new discounts.

The reason why he knew it was because Hou Yu pointed here and said to him: "Even if you break your throat there, no one will come to rescue you."

He was quite excited and replied: "Oh, then I really like it!"

Yang Xiangyu was originally trembling with anger, but was coaxed by Hou Molian and taken to the soundproof room, so that Yang Xiangyu's heartbreaking shouts would not attract crowds.

Sui Hou Yu was originally worried. When he saw Hou Mo pushing his mother into the soundproof room, he suddenly felt that the scene was very interesting, as if Hou Mo was born to be smooth.

After walking in, Hou Mo asked Yang Xiangyu to sit down first and took the initiative to pour a glass of water for her.

"I don't drink!" She directly refused.

"It's better to have a drink, otherwise I will chat with you for a while, it will easily make you angry."

She got excited when she heard it, and asked: "Why, do you really consider yourself a great one? I will definitely let you break up when I'm anxious!"

Hou Mo stretched his hand and sat beside him with Hou Yu. After sitting together, the two looked at each other, and they didn't seem to be afraid.

Then, Hou Mo looked at Yang Xiangyu and replied indifferently: "I have also heard about the matter between you and my boyfriend. I don't think he will listen to you and separate from me. After all, your relationship is very ordinary. Moreover. , In view of your previous treatment of him, I don’t think I will respect your opinions on our relationship. You can’t separate us, so we talked peacefully, okay?"

The author has something to say: 88 red envelopes are randomly left in the message.

[The winning baby remembers to fill in the address, I have never won and I don’t know what it is like, so I can’t teach how to fill it in. 】

In reality, there are such parents around me who have a strong desire for control. They keep calling without answering the phone, calling the instructor, and calling relatives who live in the same city with his son.

My family received a call from her, saying that her son would not answer her call (intentionally, not wanting to talk to her) and asked my family to go to the university to find her son.

After quarreling with her son, she would call many relatives, shouting hoarse and complaining about how excessive her son was. Every time she called, she was in front of her son, so that her son would listen to her and relatives telling them that he was not. Sometimes I will scold my son again.

Now, her son is a medical student in graduate school. He hasn't called her mother for many years, and he doesn't go home during the Chinese New Year.

I usually don't interact with this family, and I hide in the room when I have to meet.

[Chinese dance actually uses some of the ballet training system, and some of the movements are also integrated into the hands, eyes, body, and steps of classical opera and martial arts. What is more important is the beauty of the body, especially when rotating, the movement is long and extremely stretched, and it needs to reflect the sense of extension. 】

*Reference material for this paragraph: Chinese dance Baidu Encyclopedia, partly quoted.