27 days. Happy Birthday (He Tian/Mo Guan Shan)
In the narrow aisle between the houses at the service exit was quiet, unlike the busy street at the end of the alley, and long shadows saved from the scorching sun. The lighter snapped unexpectedly loudly, making Mo Guan Shan nervously shrug his shoulders off. His thoughts went deep into himself, and the outside world was hardly perceived. The weekend was very busy, and once again the guy thought that his studies prevented him, because anyway, some part of the brain comes back to the fact that tomorrow's lessons. His legs were humming and his forearms were tired. All he did in the morning was drag boxes and boxes from the car to the warehouse, and from the warehouse to the shelves of the store. He was running around like a burned-out man, spared no effort. Money will not earn itself, and there is no desire to look at the exhausted mother.
He is a man. And while his father is in prison, he has to take care of his mother.
The phone made a nasty squeal, causing the guy to freak out again. He swore through his teeth and almost dropped a cigarette from his slightly twitching fingers. It was decided not to pay attention to the phone. The filter was finally between the lips, and the light of the lighter touched a mixture of tobacco sticking out from the open edge. Moe took a deep breath of bitter smoke and then slowly released the blue smoke from his lungs. It dissolved easily in the hot air, leaving behind only a bitter smell. The sound of the incoming message was once again heard in soft silence. Mo Guan coughed with surprise and looked at the beeping machine with hatred.
- Go to hell," the guy barked, thinking to himself it was too much. A sign of schizophrenia or something like that. However, there was no one else to take out his anger now, and its source was not clear where. And it would be better not to see arrogant jerk He Tiana - the mood will kill to the end, and even more on his face will receive. Although most often, unfortunately, gets a lot of regret after all, Red.
The next puff turned out to be sharp and fast from the rising anger in the chest. One thought about this freak ruined everything. Why did this major come to his senses, why did he make fun of it? Is it fun for him to show his superiority? There is nothing human about him. Mo Guan Shan hated such arrogant freaks.
But sometimes, however, there were moments when He almost did not even piss off. When something was born to him ... he does not know what to call it. But still, in some moments, Moe was glad that the bastard was there for him. It got a little calmer and warmer. But such seconds are so few that they are forgotten under the weight of other sins of He Tian. So it would be better if he wasn't around to avoid confusion in his head and heart. It is easier and calmer. The shell is intact, and all feelings remain inside.
- Smoking is bad, little Moe," the familiar voice gnashed to the bone. He had his hands ripped out of an unsmoked cigarette. Mo Guan looked up, already knowing who he would see, but hoping that all this was just a game of his imagination. But no, He Tian was standing right above him with an arrogant and irritating grin. He grabbed Moe Guan by the chin and threw a stream of smoke in his face.
- Why aren't you answering the messages? - He asked him harshly, listening to the guy's bursting cough. - I may have written to you about dying.
- I wish I was dead, you bastard," Moe wheezed as he wiped the tears in the corners of his eyes.
- Pick me up some more," He grinned, though rejoicing that this arrogant redhead was doing well. If something had gone wrong, the reaction would have been quite different.
- By the way, your mother told me very interesting information, - he smiled with a cunning fox, pulling out of his pocket a small convolution with a bright ribbon. - Catch.
Mo Guan Shan caught a thing with some strange heartbeat looking at it.
- In honor of what? - Moe asked in a gently soft voice, looking away, praying that his thoughts were not true.
- Well, well, how modest," He Tian continued to wiggle, ruffling his bright red hair, and hugged by the shoulders, touching the nose of a shaved temple. - Happy birthday, little Moe.
He just lowered his head, losing his feelings. He must be pissed off and angry. To make him angry. You have to punch a cocky jerk in the face with your fist. However, the hand does not rise to the punch. Muscles have reduced that even painful.
How long has he stopped celebrating this day? Only his mother was awkwardly trying to congratulate him, but he was not happy about it, just hugging his smiling mother, knowing that it was more of a holiday for her.
And now, for the first time in many years, Moe feels that it is not just a day, but a part of his day.
- Go to hell, you jerk, - Mo Guan Shan barely says, slightly stronger than a small bundle of paper that warms his heart pleasantly.
- I will take you to a pleasant place after work," He Tian continues to rejoice.
- Back to the restaurant? - Moe grins harshly, remembering the last trip.
- This time it's possible to go to the hotel," He smiles with the devil's lips touching the earring he wears in this neat ear.
- Burn in Hell, - Moe cried out, pointing his middle finger at the bastard and returning to work. Nevertheless, he waits and represents the evening that awaits him, because He Tian will not give up. Fortunately.