Days passed one after another. Da Guo didn't come to our house every single noon; usually, he'd drop by every other day.
Before long, the weekend rolled around again. On Saturday morning, Da Guo showed up at our place once more. But this time was different—he arrived carrying a backpack, claiming he'd come to study with me. That was like the sun rising in the west.
This was his third visit to our house this week—he'd come by on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons, each time pigging out on our food.
And Mom never once mentioned to me that he'd been here those two days.
Once he arrived, Daguo helped me finish my homework but skipped reviewing it with me.
Instead, he grabbed a broom and busied himself sweeping the yard, clearing out trash, and rearranging heavy items.
I have to admit, after Daguo finished tidying up, the yard looked much neater.
Mom thoughtfully washed some fruit and snacks for us—though I couldn't tell if they were meant for me or for Daguo.
"You study here first. I'll go help Auntie organize the storage room..." Da Guo said to me, wiping sweat from his forehead after finishing.
"Will my mom let you in?" I couldn't help but ask uncertainly.
"Watch and see..." Da Guo gave me a knowing wink before heading toward our storage room.
Ever since Mom's heatstroke incident, the storage room door stayed open, but Mom still wouldn't let me in. She always refused my offers to help.
Now I watched Da Guo's back, watching him walk right into our storage room.
But after he went in, he didn't come out for ages. Occasionally I'd catch a glimpse of him carrying boxes past the doorway, but it was just a flash.
"Mom didn't even ask him to leave?" I couldn't help but wonder. It had only been a week—had Da Guo and Mom's relationship really changed?
Why did Mom forbid me from entering the storage room yet show no guardedness toward Da Guo?
To be honest, I felt a little pang of jealousy.
By noon, Da Guo emerged carrying a box ready for shipment, with Mom following right behind him.
As he approached the doorway, Mom even jogged ahead to open the door for him, staying until he placed the boxes in the front yard.
"Don't look at me like that, bro..." After entering my room, I stared at him curiously. But with Mom home, I kept my thoughts to myself. A flicker of awkwardness crossed his face before he spoke.
By then, Mom had already started cooking in the kitchen.
"You're definitely hiding something from me..." Listening to the sounds of cooking coming from the kitchen, I lowered my voice and whispered to Da Guo.
"I'll tell you this afternoon..." Da Guo leaned close to my ear and murmured something back.
At the dinner table, Mom seemed perfectly normal. Yet whenever she spoke with Da Guo, both her expression and tone carried a subtle shift.
It wasn't the kind of flirty, lovey-dovey vibe. It was more like their relationship had deepened—they were clearly much closer now, far more comfortable with each other than before.
After lunch, Da Guo suggested taking me out for a while. Mom was naturally happy to oblige.
We rode bicycles out, Da Guo steering us toward the mountaintop.
What could it be?
Why was Da Guo taking me to such a secluded spot?
To the mountaintop again?
To find answers, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and pedal harder—considering it exercise.
After what felt like an eternity, we reached the mountaintop again—the exact spot where Daguo had confessed his identity as the Green Mother group admin.
"Bro, playing Undercover here? Bringing me all the way out to this remote spot?" It was the hottest part of the afternoon, but thankfully the mountain breeze was refreshing. I couldn't help but ask as I looked at Daguo.
"Hmph. Take a look..." Da Guo pulled out his phone, waved it briefly, then handed it to me. I saw it was his WeChat chat history—specifically, his messages with Mom.
Da Guo sat on the grass, a blade of grass between his teeth, while I sat beside him, phone in hand, beginning to read. He'd scrolled the chat to the top, so I could follow the conversation chronologically.
At first, there was nothing unusual—just greetings and Da Guo sharing health tips and wellness advice with Mom.
Their conversations were sparse initially, but day by day, they grew more frequent.
Most of Mom's messages, however, revolved around me. Through chats with Da Guo, she inquired about my behavior when she wasn't home—even asking if I'd done anything wrong—using him to probe into her son's private secrets.
Mom: Da Guo, I want to ask you something, but you have to keep it a secret from Xiao Yang, okay?
Da Guo: Sure, Auntie...
Mom: When you guys go to the internet cafe, does Xiao Yang ever see anything inappropriate?
Da Guo: We mostly just watch movies or play games at the internet cafe. Xiao Yang usually works on the computer, learning about computers and looking up information...
Mom: That's good...
Daguo: But... even though we don't look at bad stuff, other people in the internet cafe do view adult content... When Xiao Yang and I walk past, we inevitably catch glimpses of it.
Mom: Oh...
Daguo: What's wrong? Auntie, why are you asking about this?
As I read these chat logs—Mom and Daguo's conversation from last night, after Daguo had spent time alone with Mom twice at my place—
But seeing Da Guo's responses, I was quite satisfied. At least he didn't spill the beans about our mischief, and he was honest enough for Mom to sense he wasn't hiding anything. Especially when he voluntarily mentioned us passively seeing others watching adult videos.
The chat paused here on Mom's end. I couldn't tell if she was hesitating or distracted by something else. About ten minutes passed.
Mom: You're both grown up now, so I won't beat around the bush... I noticed Xiaoyang suddenly started SYing recently. I found lots of crumpled paper balls in his trash can... Do you know what those two letters stand for?
Seeing Mom's next words, my heart skipped a beat. I understood those two letters perfectly well. Forget Da Guo—those were the initials for masturbation.
Mom actually found out I masturbate?
At that moment, I wanted to slap my forehead. After each session, I'd toss the crumpled tissues used to wipe away semen into the trash. Mom was the one who emptied it. She's usually so meticulous—I never imagined she'd notice. Was it an accident?
Or had she been watching my every move all along?
I felt like Mom's eyes were watching me everywhere, all the time.
Dad: I get what you mean. Xiaoyang hasn't shown any unusual behavior lately. He spends his lunchtime studying at school or playing ball with me there. He hasn't been exposed to anything else...
Mom: Maybe he really was passively influenced at the internet cafe... When you were going through puberty, did your mom ever talk to you about certain things?
Daguo: Yes, Mom. She talked to me about physical development and precautions regarding that sort of thing. She taught me.
But she didn't tell me much. It was all very vague. Most of what I know came from the internet or school health classes.
Mom: Your mom was a teacher, so she knew how to educate you. I couldn't do that. As single moms, there are some things I just can't bring myself to say to Xiaoyang. Neither of you have a father. Normally, these things should be handled by a father.
Daguo: Yeah...
Mom: Daguo, even though you're only a year older than Xiaoyang, I can tell you're more mature and sensible. I want to ask you a favor—keep an eye on Xiaoyang and make sure he doesn't go down the wrong path.
Also, about those things you know concerning puberty, you could casually share them with Xiaoyang. Think of it as helping Auntie give him a biology lesson...
Daguo: Auntie, masturbation is actually normal at this age. I do it often too...
Mom: I know, but you need to control the frequency. Otherwise, it can harm your body. If it were just simple masturbation, I wouldn't be this worried. The thing is, a while back, I noticed one of the masturbation sleeves was missing from the storage room. I suspect Xiaoyang took it, but I couldn't find it anywhere in the house. I searched every corner of his room and still didn't find it. I'm afraid he's losing control and heading down the wrong path.
Reading this, I couldn't help but feel speechless. So Mom still suspects I took the masturbation cup?
The real culprit is Da Guo, that bastard...
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