Ying Jiao's eyes trembled, and he stared at the small book without blinking. He even held his breath subconsciously, as if he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would disturb the thing in his hand.

Did he read that correctly? Jing Ci transferred his household registration to his household registration book?

His heart was pounding, beating faster and faster. Yingjiao's Adam's apple rolled up and down. He closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and looked at the past again.

That's right, it's not a dazzle or a conjecture, the small black characters are still printed neatly on the household registration page——

Name: Jing Ci.

Head of household or relationship with head of household: cousin.

"I've put your household register in the bookcase in the study."

"I'm just telling you, you can go there and find it when you need it."

Yingjiao took a deep breath and couldn't help cursing in his heart.

Are you stupid? Jing Ci hinted to this extent at first, but he didn't find anything yet.

How much has he missed?

The annoyance because Jing Ci refused to accept the gift disappeared instantly. Yingjiao pressed the household registration book to his chest. After a while, he suddenly laughed softly and strode towards the door.

Jing Ci waited around in the living room, but he didn't see Yingjiao coming back, so he suddenly became anxious.

He really wanted to see the photos of Yingjiao when he was a child. He must have been a very arrogant child. He acted like a little adult every day and could make other children cry whenever he opened his mouth.

Just thinking about it, Jing Ci felt that he was about to be cute. He endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore. He stood up and moved step by step to the door of the study.

As soon as he put his hand on the door handle, the white door was forcefully opened from the inside, and Ying Jiao's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Jing Ci was startled for a moment, and unconsciously looked at his hand: "Photo..."

Jing Ci's voice stopped suddenly.

Yingjiao grabbed his waist with both hands, suddenly picked him up and pushed him against the wall.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made Jing Ci wrap his arms around Ying Jiao's waist subconsciously. Before he could react, a kiss like a gust of wind fell down.

Yingjiao kissed him hard and ferociously, his breath was hot and scorching, he pried open his teeth and drove straight in, almost swallowing him.

Jing Ci was so kissed that his whole body went limp, and his waist was hanging in the air and he couldn't use any strength. He was afraid of falling, so he had to cling to Ying Jiao, as if he was obediently sending himself in front of him.

"Baby," Yingjiao left his lips slightly, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped, "I saw the household registration book."

He finally discovered it.

Jing Ci felt happy, but also a little embarrassed.

"If I don't find out, when are you going to tell me?" Yingjiao lowered his head and kissed his neck, almost unable to control the urge to tear off his clothes: "How did you think of moving to my house?"

Jing Ci was a little itchy by him, his cheeks were red, and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum. He opened and closed his lips for a long time before spitting out one word: "...Brother."

"Um?"

"I..." Jing Ci tilted his head slightly to make it easier for him to kiss: "I don't want to have a household alone..." He swallowed, with a tremor in his voice: "I just want to have a household registration with you.

Book."

After saying that, Jing Ci hardly dared to look at Yingjiao.

This is the most straightforward and shameful thing he can say.

He wants to have the same household registration as Yingjiao, and wants to become a family with him. Even if the law does not recognize it, in his heart, they have become the closest relationship.

Yingjiao took a breath.

This fool, he didn't want anything from me, but he quietly gave his whole heart to me.

Ying Jiao almost didn't know how to love him. He hugged Jing Ji and pressed him onto the bed. While kissing him fiercely, he whispered in his ear: "I really want to fuck you to death."

,fuck-so much that you can’t leave me.”

Jing Ci's whole body was burning hot, and his head was almost smoking from the odor. In a daze, he noticed that Yingjiao's hand had reached into his pants, and he arched his body reflexively: "Brother, I haven't taken a shower yet..."

"I know, don't move...don't move!" Yingjiao held his waist: "Be good and I will touch you."

Jing Ci held back his shyness and raised his eyes to look at him: "No, why don't you do it?"

"What's wrong, Jingshen." Yingjiao raised his eyebrows and looked at him, his eyes full of ridicule: "The things you promised don't count? You said you would show it to me yourself, and you want to break your promise?"

Jing Ci looked at the fine sweat on his forehead and knew that it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he was afraid of hurting himself. He immediately said, "It only hurts a little bit. Really, brother, I can bear it."

"You can bear it," Yingjiao kissed him on the lips, then let him go, stood up and closed the curtains: "But I can't bear it."

With Jing Ci by his side, he can laugh and be happy, but he can't feel pain, not even a little bit.

Afraid that he would feel guilty, Yingjiao turned on the light and adjusted the brightness to the highest level. He sat on the edge of the bed and deliberately teased: "I underestimated my brother, didn't I? Let me tell you, it won't be an hour or two from the beginning."

"

Jing Ci blushed and murmured: "Well, then I can bear it."

He didn't want Yingjiao to hold it in any longer. It just hurt a little, not itchy. What's so scary?

Yingjiao was almost transformed into a beast by his teasing. He finally suppressed the impulse in his heart and moved to Jing Ci's side. His eyes turned around on his beautiful collarbone: "You're so good, then later

You can do whatever I say?"

Jing Ci's eyelashes trembled and he nodded slightly.

Yingjiao reached out and slowly pulled down the zipper of his clothes, and said in a low voice: "What if I want to cum on you?"

Jing Ci lowered his head, letting him take off his coat, and whispered: "Whatever, whatever."

"Anywhere?"

"……Um."

Yingjiao couldn't bear it any longer, stretched out his hand and tugged on the waistband of Jing Ci's trousers, and commanded in a deep voice: "Take it off."

Even if they didn't touch each other, the two of them had been arguing for half the night. But Jing Ci's biological clock was always on time, and he still woke up at six o'clock the next day. After studying all morning and eating lunch, he really couldn't hold it in any longer.

, went to take a nap for the first time.

Normally, Yingjiao wouldn't bother him when he slept all day, but it was different today.

Seeing that it was almost three o'clock, Yingjiao thought for a while, then opened the door and walked into the bedroom.

"Baby," he squatted down beside the bed, grabbed a strand of Jing Ji's hair, and rubbed it on the tip of his nose: "Get up."

Jing Ci screamed so much that he just frowned and opened his eyes. But his mind was still not clear, so he shouted in a daze: "Brother?"

"Yeah." Yingjiao waited for him to think, and then said: "Get up first and follow me to a place, so that you can get enough sleep at night."

Jing Ci lifted up the quilt, stretched out his hand to rub his eyes, and asked doubtfully, "Where are you going?"

Yingjiao glanced at him and found that he was neatly dressed in pajamas. He looked back and said, "My mother's cemetery."

Jing Ci sat up suddenly, all the sleepiness in his mind was gone in an instant, and he stammered: "You, your mother?"

"Hmm." Yingjiao was amused by his reaction: "Why are you so surprised? They are all from the same household registration book. Isn't it normal to meet the parents?"

Although he was just going to the cemetery, Jing Ci felt inexplicably nervous. He jumped out of bed and while looking for clothes, he said, "Brother, why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't prepare anything..."

Ying Jiao had a smile on her lips, leaning on the cabinet to watch him busy, and jokingly asked: "What do you want to prepare?"

Jing Ci finally found a black coat, took it out and laid it flatly on the bed, and said seriously: "Paper money, gold ingots and so on."

"Are you stupid?" Yingjiao tapped his forehead lightly with his mobile phone: "Burning paper is not allowed in cemeteries now, and she doesn't like that kind of thing. Just buy a bunch of white lilies."

"Ah," Jing Ci has never visited the grave, he just heard about it. Hearing this, he nodded: "Then I'll buy it."

"I know." Yingjiao laughed and said, "I won't compete with you."

Jing Ci tidied up and looked in the mirror several times until he was thoroughly sure that there was nothing wrong with him before he went out with Ying Jiao.

It happened to be the three-day Qingming Festival holiday, and it was time to send out lanterns in the evening. There was an endless stream of people coming to the cemetery. Ying Jiao led Jing Ci around a group of people, walked straight towards the center of the cemetery, and finally stopped at a

In front of the black stone monument.

"Here." Yingjiao wiped off the dust on the stone tablet bit by bit and said with a chuckle: "In previous years, I came alone, but this year I brought someone to show you."

"His name is Jing Ci, and I will come with him every year from now on. Isn't he particularly good-looking? I knew you would like him."

When he was ignorant, Yingjiao once blamed her and even hated her. He hated her for abandoning him for a scumbag, and he also hated her for allowing him to witness her death.

But later, when he gradually understood depression, the hatred in his heart turned into pity.

It's not that she doesn't care about him, the things in her name now are enough to explain everything. She just couldn't hold on any longer, so she chose to leave.

Jing Ci placed Lily, who had been hugged all the way and was not even allowed to touch Yingjiao, in front of the tomb, and bowed three times to the tombstone respectfully.

He didn't know what Yingjiao's mother looked like or the reason for her death, but he still thanked her from the bottom of his heart.

Thanks to her for bringing Yingjiao into this world so that he could be lucky enough to meet him.

Ying Jiao looked at the tombstone quietly. After getting to know Jing Ci, he seldom fought and began to study hard. Now that he has a fulfilling life and has such a good person as Jing Ci by his side, she should be relieved.

Yingjiao let out a long sigh of relief, straightened the bouquet that was blown by the wind, turned to Jing Ci and said, "Let's go."

Jing Ci nodded and followed. After walking a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

Secretly, I boldly called out "Mom" in my heart.

After shouting, I felt a little shameless again, so I rubbed my face in embarrassment and quickened my pace.

On the way back, Yingjiao told Jing Ji all the bad things going on in his family, including the cause of his mother's death.

"Have you always been curious about the reason why I fainted? It's because of that." Yingjiao put his subway card in his pocket and said nonchalantly: "But now I'm used to it."

Jing Ci was heartbroken. He didn't know how to comfort Yingjiao, and he didn't want him to recall those sad things again. He could only hold his hand and said seriously: "It doesn't matter, I will watch over it for you from now on."

Ying Jiao had a smile on her lips and gently pulled away from him: "Yeah."

When the two people walked out of the subway station, it was already dark and they hadn't had dinner yet.

Ying Jiao raised his eyes and looked up, remembering that there was a restaurant with good northwest food in the nearby square, so he took Jing Ci and walked there.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked halfway, I was blocked by a group of people gathered in front of me.

"What are you doing?" Yingjiao frowned and said dissatisfied: "They are all stuck here, as if they are fighting against floods."

Jing Ci didn't know either. He was not naturally curious. He was about to tell Ying Jiao about changing to another restaurant when he heard a conversation between a couple next to him——

The boy patted his chest and said, "Baby, don't worry, I promise to grab that bouquet of flowers!"

The girl blushed and said, "Okay."

Jing Ci listened for a few more times before he finally understood. There was a couple in front of him who had just successfully proposed. The girl wanted to throw out the roses that the boy gave when he proposed to make other people happy.

So the men with their girlfriends who were there went crazy and tried their best to squeeze in and get the flowers.

"Brother, let's go..."

"Wait for me here." Yingjiao thrust the phone into his hand, left a message, and strode forward.

He was just in time, and the flower in the girl's hand was thrown out at exactly this moment.

A bunch of men stretched their necks and stretched out their hands to reach for it. You pushed me, I stepped on you, and no one would give in.

Just when a man in a suit looked delighted and was about to reach the flowers, a hand appeared out of nowhere and cut off the bouquet of roses halfway.

Yingjiao fell to the ground easily, smiled provocatively at the man, turned around and walked back.

Then, under the envious and jealous gazes of all the men, he stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Jing Ci's arms without hesitation.

The author has something to say: Brother Jiao: I don’t know when Jing Ci and I will be able to ‘understand the basics’

I went out to eat with friends before, and I met a man and a woman standing outside a circle of candles, gazing lovingly at each other. My friend pulled me up.

Me: It’s just a nesting doll, what’s so interesting about it?
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