Raising you this small stuff

Chapter 2009

Snowflakes falling on shoulders, Santa Claus stickers hanging on the windows and doors of stores on the street, colored lights flashing, Christmas trees big and small ......

Chen Zheng finished his part-time job in a restaurant near the school, and ran back to the dormitory with two hot buns in his arms.

The dormitory was empty, two roommates were out with their girlfriends and the other one had a date with a friend to go out and get high.

Chen Jiao's parents died early, after the teenage years many of the holidays are spent alone.

I thought I would be all alone this Christmas too.

But two months ago a small game suddenly appeared inside the phone changed everything.

Chen Jiao took the carefully protected night snack buns out of his coat bosom and put them in front of his nose and smelled them, the last two beef dumplings left in the store, the aroma of which was attractive to the nose.

Chen Jiao took out his phone, flipped open the cover, and said to the screen, "Tuan Tuan, it's time for a midnight snack."

At this moment, the phone screen inside the display is exactly "Elf Reborn hand game".

Inside a small room, a small desk in front of a three-headed q-tip figure sitting.

The little man, dressed in black loungewear, with a meticulous haircut and a straight back, is tapping away at a miniature computer.

The elf called Tuan Tuan's hands, turned his head, expression serious look at Chen Jiao.

"Uh ...... sorry." Chen Zheng grinned, "I made a slip of the tongue, Mr. Mission ...... Mission. I brought back a midnight snack, it's your favorite beef stuffed buns, want to eat one?"

Mo Yi Yan stared at Chen Jiao for two more times, and sighed without trace.

The name Tuan Tuan is obtained by Chen Jiao, only to blame for their own late blocking, he clicked the confirmation button, according to the rules of the system and can not be changed at will.

Later, Chen Jiao explained that the reason why he thought of Tuan Tuan in the first place was because the first time he saw him, he felt like a serious little rice ball.

Serious, walking little rice balls ......

"It's Christmas." Mr. Little Rice ...... Dough jumped down from his chair.

Chen Zheng nodded, "Yes, so the guests are a bit too much, came back late, you are waiting anxiously, right?"

Mo Yi Yan looked at Chen Jiao hurriedly took off his jacket, outside so cold weather but he sweated a head, could not help but frown.

Chen Zheng saw it and asked, "Hungry, right?" As he said, he teleported one of the buns in.

Mo Yi Yan has been busy with a paper this evening, ready to repair the next credits in advance, busy until now indeed have not eaten anything.

Two people are eating.

A message came into the phone.

Mo Yi Yan did not actively turn off the "read phone information" function, so Chen Jiao's message content it can also see.

Sending a message is the beginning of the school year, Chen Jiao helped a student, the name is Wu Hang long a harmless face, the family is good in the school inside quite popular.

Chen Zheng clicked on the message to check.

[Senior, tomorrow is party night, the club is going out together, why don't you come too! I'll pick you up tomorrow!]

"Tomorrow the literary club is going out together." Chen Jiao finished reading the message habitually said to Mo Yi Yan.

After Christmas is three consecutive days of carnival night, many ktv entertainment venues around the university have been booked full of private rooms in advance.

Mo Yi Yan did not raise his head, "Tomorrow is my birthday."

"Ah?" Chen Jiao froze for a moment, "Aren't you and Wu Hang on the same birthday?" A month ago Wu Hang invited him to celebrate his birthday, but he had to cancel the appointment because it collided with Mo Yi Yan's birthday.

Mo Yi Yan bite on the bun, one side of the cheek is propped up bulging, "that is my Yang birthday, but my lunar birthday also to spend ah."

"This ...... kind of ah." Chen Jiao made a difficult, Chinese people do pay more attention to the lunar birthday some.

Put down the bun, Mo Yi Yan jumped down from the chair, short-handed and short-legged but favoring a serious look, "ahem ...... gift it, there is no need to prepare, you will do your basic obligations as a player, accompany me after dinner, and then wait together for twelve o'clock to come on the line. "

In order to make Mr. Mission satisfied, Chen Jiao had to refuse Wu Hang's invitation to stay inside the dormitory; accompany Mo Yi Yan "birthday".

Mo Yi Yan "birthday" day.

Chen Zheng packed a few dishes from outside and bought a small cake for two.

Mo Yiyan was in a very good mood all day, although both birthdays were not the right day, but it was happier than the previous twenty years of birthdays.

Chen Zheng inserted the candles on top of the cake, "I'll pass the cake in."

Mo Yi Yan blocked, "Wait, just cut half and pass it in."

"Ah? It's not good." How can you blow candles on half of a cake for a birthday?

"What's wrong with that, do I have to do this kind of rough work?" Mo Yiyan's tone is hard, but the good thing is that he has a cute and cool little face, so he can't help but laugh.

Chen Jie shook his head helplessly, "Then, I'll cut it."

"Hmph~" Mo Yi Yan looked disdainful and turned his face away. In fact, he was worried about Chen Jiao passed the cake in, will not be willing to use the money to take out, most likely will find a toothache stomach discomfort excuse to leave him the cake.

Chen Jiao cut the cake and passed half into the game.

Two people inside and outside the screen each guard half of the cake, the cake is lit on top of the candles.

"Wait!" Chen Jiao trotted over to turn off the lights in the dormitory, in addition to the light shining in from the window, a small candle became the only source of light.

The dormitory is well heated, he only wore a white shirt, the collar buttons unbuttoned two, white neck and profoundly slender collarbone hidden.

Mo Yi Yan's gaze changed, then quickly closed his eyes.

"Make a good wish?" Chen Jiao has rarely been given a birthday since he was a child, so his heart is always looking forward to this wonderful sense of ritual.

Anyway, it's not really a birthday, just take a random one, right? Then I hope that in the near future after he left the game Chen Tang can still be good enough to stay on his birth side ...... As for why, through these two months of observation, with his own keen judgment, Chen Tang is particularly suitable to be an assistant, well, this is the reason.

Mo Yi Yan nodded his head, indicating that he had made a wish.

"Then let's blow out the candles together!" Chen Jiao is most looking forward to this link, his mouth has puffed up, the next second ready to blow out the candles, the door of the dormitory was suddenly pushed open.

"...... senior, sorry, outside looking at the lights off I thought there was no one, so I subconsciously pushed it." The one who came in was none other than Wu Hang.

"Ah ...... all right! Chen Zheng was suddenly bumped in Wu Hang jumped, a grabbed the phone leaning on the books, snapped on the desktop.

From Mo Yi Yan's perspective, the screen on the wall was pitch black ...... could only hear the conversation between the two people outside.

"Senior you have a birthday today?" Wu Hang saw the half of the cake on the table that had not yet blown out the candles.

Chen Jiao froze for a moment and could only giggle, "Ah, yes, it's a birthday."

A trace of surprise and shame flashed across Wu Hang's face, "I thought you had a birthday in June, senior, I'm really sorry." He had learned some information about Chen Jiao long ago, but that was only the official information, some mistakes are possible.

"It's okay, no need to apologize, I ...... I have a lunar birthday."

Wu Hang: ......

Wu Hang speechless, know Chen Jiao may have something to hide from himself, but now is not the time to explore, gaze again fell to the cake with candles, found that the cake was only half. The candles on it hadn't been blown out yet, so it was obvious that Chen Jie hadn't eaten it yet.

"Senior!" Wu Hang's voice was suddenly mute, his eyes were red, and he had a sad and repressed look.

"Uh ......" Chen Zheng was a little confused.

"Are you ...... you are ...... did you buy someone else's leftover cake?" Wu Hang staged a big drama inside this moment. He had long known that the Chen senior he admired had both parents who died from poverty, but he did not expect to be so miserable ......

Chen Jie only want to keep the secret of the elves, did not think much and went along with him should be, "Haha, then ...... cheap."

"Senior!" Wu Hang heartily called out, and then vowed to take Chen Jiao to have the most romantic birthday ever.

Chen Zheng refused for half a day and failed, and was finally dragged out for dinner.

Wu Hang also wanted to go to the movies and go to the square to party.

Chen Tang said no repeatedly.

The little guy inside the game must be angry, and then not go back early to smooth the hair how to do.

Chen Tangent went back to the dormitory and opened the game.

Mr. Tuan really sat with his back to the screen, the cake on the small dining table did not move, the candles on it had burned out, as miserable as tears spread on top of the cake.

"Mr. Tuan, Mr. Tuan." Chen Jiao jacket are too late to take off, click on the game, called twice to the small back.

Mo Yi Yan does not turn his head, did not hear the same.

"Tuan Tuan?"

"......"

"Tuanzi?"

"......"

Chen Jiao nodded at the small back above the phone screen, "Okay, I apologize. But I was really afraid that you would be discovered just now, in a moment of haste."

The stubborn little back still refused to answer.

I have apologized, but still can not? Chen Jiao took off his jacket and sat down, ready to fight a long war with his little group.

Who expected, he did not speak for two minutes, folding a gap in the clothes, Mo Yi Yan turned around, face fierce, a face of accusation.

Chen Jiao suddenly more guilty.

"Let's eat the cake together, OK? It's going to go bad if you leave it for a long time." Chen Zheng patiently coaxed.

Mo Yi Yan took a look at the cake on the table. In fact, he does not like sweets at all, before becoming an elf every time Mo's mother caught him on his birthday, even if it was a custom-made top-grade birthday cake, he only barely ate a bite or two.

But a month ago, Chen Jiao bought a bowl-sized panda cake, but he ate it all without missing a bite. He could feel that Chen Zheng was doing his best to give him the best.

Chen Jiao usually go to work, do not take the subway, take two trips to the bus and walk more than ten minutes, just to save two dollars, his shoes and clothes are a few years ago, the inner undershirt has long been washed transparent. This is such a person, but willing to take out years of savings, to help him pay 10,000 yuan of tuition, in his birthday bought a custom small suit as a gift.

Every penny, he has worked hard to save up, and so is this little cake.

Chen Jiao see the expression on the face of his own elf has eased, laughing: "Come on, I just forgot to pass the lower fork in, look at this little fork with a picture of a little panda on it, round and rolled just like you ...... cough ...... I passed in ha ......"

The fork was transmitted into the game inside.

Mo Yi Yan clutched in his hand and suddenly raised his head, "Chen Jiao."

"Hmm?" Chen Tang dug up a piece of cream and was about to stuff it inside his mouth.

"I'll raise you later." Mo Yi Yan stood in front of the table, his large eyes revealed a seriousness and depth that did not match his appearance.

Chen Zheng was stunned.

Mo Yi Yan continued, "I'll raise you in the future, and will never ask you to eat cakes you can't afford and be bullied by others."

"Ah, good!" Chen Tang froze, his eyes were a little hot, a warm current flowed slowly in his chest, although the speaker was only an interdimensional life inside the phone, or a q version of the doughnut, but gave him an unprecedented sense of comfort and security.

June 2010.

Mo Yi Yan has reached level 52, because the system restrictions can not meet with family members, reveal their identity, but he has been able to freely access the game. With strong business acumen, he used the game's transfer item function to circle the first bucket of gold in the logistics industry, and then started financial investment. Truly a player who has been able to feed himself.

Of course, the worries after the full level are getting bigger and bigger as the level rises, but recently one of the biggest realities has always bothered Mo Da Shao. That is, after he could freely enter and leave the game, the system automatically arranged his identity for him in three times, his account book, ID card and other valid documents above the name is - Chen Tuan Tuan.

Chen Tuan Tuan!

For this reason Chen Tuan expressed his sincere apologies several times, but Mo Yi Yan clearly saw his shoulders shaking after turning around.

He had no choice but to put on his dead fish eyes and stare coldly at the other party every time he saw his name after having his ID checked, until the other party swallowed the smile that crept to the corner of his mouth.

"Tomorrow the club has an event, today we have to rehearse in the auditorium, you come to see?" Chen Jie was holding his guitar in his arms and leaning on Mo Yi Yan's body.

The two have just finished dinner and are blowing the wind on the balcony of their rental house.

After Mo Yi Yan regained his original appearance, he was half a head taller than Chen Jiao, and his shoulders were wider, a full circle larger than the skinny Chen Jiao. He changed his posture, put people in his arms, and plucked the strings of the piano with Chen Jiao's hands.

"The one called Wu Hang is also going?" Mo Yiyan asked.

"Yes." Chen Jie never knew why Mo Yi Yan was particularly hostile to Wu Hang, but he was still on Mo Yi Yan's side from the bottom of his heart, so he added, "We're not a show. I'm a guitar player and he's a stage show performer."

Speaking of this stage show performance, Mo Yi Yan couldn't help but frown. In the beginning, if he hadn't faked being sick 15 times a month, maybe Chen Jiao would have been pulled in for the performance.

"I happen to be fine today." Mo Yi Yan decided not to give that kid a single chance, "The day of your performance is also fine."

As a result, the day of the official performance Wu Hang stage play inside an actor suddenly got dysentery, was carried to the hospital to hang hanging water, there is no way to insist on the performance.

"Senior, this script you have seen before, and the character only adds up to three lines, the rest of the time is in a coma, you help guest star, OK?" Wu Hang had a sincere face.

Chen Jie hesitated, "But I haven't even rehearsed."

Wu Hang hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's okay, you just have to remember the lines and follow my emotions."

Chen Jiao had to agree, took the script and turned it over, indeed he, the comatose protagonist hair, finally woke up successfully at the end of the story, and then embraced deeply with the protagonist ......

Mo Yi Yan carried a box of fruit to the backstage to find someone, the result is to see Chen Jiao holding a script in a very serious look, hands gestures to practice what, the heart rose a bad feeling.

The lights went down ......

The protagonist in the confused period of life finally found his way forward, he has to bravely step out of their own safety circle, the pursuit of the real belonging of the heart, he loves music, he wants to embark on this sacred path!

The twists and turns of the storyline are very shocking and touching to many people on the stage.

At the last moment, the piano genius who fell into a coma at the beginning, the best friend the protagonist grew up with, seemed to be summoned by the miracle and slowly opened his eyes ......

"Luo Feng!" Wu Hang trembling hands, step by step towards just pushed on the stage props hospital bed, the bed lies a person, that since childhood and he promised to chase the dream of music together with the person is about to wake up!

His heart was beating violently, not knowing if he was really immersed in the story or if he could finally hug Chen Jiao openly. Wu Hang firmly believed that this one hug would definitely become a turning point in their emotions!

The person on the hospital bed moved, probably to be more tense and shocking, Luo Feng slowly got up with his back to the audience.

"Luo Feng, you're awake." Wu Hang said the lines, his eyes fell on the back in the hospital gown, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

Luo Feng spoke with his back to the audience, his voice was low and hoarse after a long sleep, "Yes, your dream is awake too."

"No, it's our dream that's awake." The voice is also strange ...... Wu Hang more and more feel that there is something wrong, but can only be barely convince themselves that the senior is acting too well to change the voice.

Wu Hang walked towards Luo Feng.

Suddenly, Luo Feng turned around!

The audience under the stage, who was originally moved to hold their breath, regular book a small commotion.

"Oh my God, it's so handsome!!! This is from our school? How come I haven't seen it before?"

"Which department, who knows?"

"Look a little older than us, other faculty seniors?"

"Ahhhhh!!!"

Wu Hang side of the shock is not less than the stage, the heart ready to embrace the senior, actually turned into repeatedly warned not to approach the love rival, emotions instantly swung to the bottom.

According to the plot, the next two people should embrace deeply, and then together say the line "long time no see", this line is a double entendre, symbolizing both the brother goodbye, and goodbye dream.

Wu Hang, who should have taken the initiative, froze in place.

The corners of Mo Yi Yan's expressionless face lifted slightly, and his long arms reached out, dragging the man over, circling his neck and bringing him viciously into his arms.

From the audience's point of view, the two people are brotherly love embracing each other, in fact Wu Hang has been strangled to gasp for breath.

Mo Yi Yan attached to his ear and said, "The person is mine, you will not be able to touch it in this life or the next."

Wu Hang wanted to get angry and retort, but found that the other party's arm was like a steel bar, and he was strangled so hard that he couldn't breathe, and couldn't speak with a whimper.

The audience on stage thought Wu Hang was too involved in the performance and offered enthusiastic applause with hot tears.

"Uhhhhhhh ......"

Mo Yi Yan eyes dangerous color, "my words understand?"

"Ming ...... cough ...... understand ...... cough ...... understand ...... cough ......" Wu Hang felt a huge shock, second goose, just begging to hurry up and take a breath of fresh air.

Mo Yi Yan smiled, relaxed the force of his hands, vigorously patted Wu Hang's back, said: "Long time no see."

Hearing the closing lines.

The curtains on both sides slowly closed ......

A thunderous applause rang out from the stage.

Chen Zheng on the side of the stage also desperately applauded, Mo Yi Yan acted really well!

The man on the stage is so dazzling, so many people on the stage, and in his own eyes is only him ......

The show is over.

Two people walk back to the rental house.

I don't know who took the initiative, but the two hands that frequently rubbed together were held tightly together.

Back to the rental house.

Mo Yi Yan gently circled people in his arms, two people's foreheads against each other, the room is very quiet, you can hear each other's breathing, feel the heat between the nostrils.

The stars outside the window dotted the night like a song.

"From now on, only I can hold you."

"Okay."

March 2011.

The peach blossoms are in bloom.

Chen Jie got up and found that it was already dawn.

Trying to get up, he pulled the muscles in his body and the soreness made him fall back.

Mo Yi Yan has always known restraint in bed, very caring for his feelings, and Chen Jiao is also shy by nature, so there are few absurd situations like last night.

"Dinner is ready." Mo Yi Yan approved the breakfast, came to wake up Chen Tang, as if he knew that he had difficulty moving, directly hands digging people out of bed, carried to the restaurant.

Chen Tang half bowl of hot porridge down, stomach inside warm baking, physical strength to recover some.

Mo Yi Yan himself ate something in a big mouthful, and then stared at Chen Jiao, like how can not see enough.

After eating breakfast.

The two originally planned to go out and have fun. But considering the reality of Chen Jiao's situation, they decided to watch a movie under the covers instead.

The TV is playing the movie that Chen Tang likes.

Chen Tang's definition of a "good" movie has a principle, no matter how twisted the process, the ending must be he, this is also his own life expectations.

"I have put all the things in the drawer of the bedside table, you can see it when you open it." Mo Yi Yan held the person in his arms, never before felt the man's thinness, he even began to regret his decision.

"Good." Chen Jiao's eyes rested on the TV, Mo Yi Yan has been preparing for the transfer of property these days, he knew about it.

"I have left our joint photo in many places, but it will probably be destroyed by the system, but I have engraved your likeness firmly in my heart, and I swear that I will not forget it."

"...... good."

"We will definitely find each other."

"I know."

Looking out of the window of the rental house, the peach blossoms inside the neighborhood were in fuller bloom.

Chen Jiao, however, felt as if he had forgotten something ......

Open the drawer, which in addition to a pile of his hand-written lyric composition, nothing.

As if, something was lost ......

2020, Christmas.

Wu Hang, vice president of a media company, clicked on Weibo.

Today's headline is clearly the news of the new original singer Chen Jiao coming out of the closet, and the object of the coming out is actually the youngest of the Mo family.

The photo of the two people holding hands in front of the public is so dazzling and matchy-matchy. Wu Hang suddenly some envy, and even chest bulging vague quarter.

In fact, Wu Hang has always wondered, for so many years, why the young master of the Mo family, who suddenly awoke after a year of sleep, always targeted him at every turn.

Wu Hang thought back very carefully on his past, and did not find that he had offended him, or even had any encounters with him.

Could it be that he had forgotten something?

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