middle aged

As a result of Xue Tian's willfulness, Qi Yunze and Mo Pingfan were gorgeously favored by the cold virus for the next week.Mo Pingfan was fine, he caught a cold when he first came to Z City, and his immunity was much stronger than before.It was miserable for Qi Yunze. He was sore all over the night when he went back. The next afternoon, he had a high fever of more than 39 degrees. After finally suppressing the high fever, Qi Yunze's throat started to hurt again. The first few days were just itchy and sore , I felt uncomfortable even swallowing, and I couldn't even say a word.

This wave of cold virus was so fierce that Xiaoman didn't dare to put her husband and two children in the same room. Since her husband had a high fever, she sent Qi Han and Qi Beibei to the children's grandma's house.

"Look at you, you are so big, you don't know how to wear more." Xiao Man handed the freshly poured hot water to Qi Yunze, complaining a little.

"It's true in your unit. It's snowing so much. You're allowed to go there early in the morning. If something big happens, you can't wait for the snow to melt before you go. You too. I don't know how to push it. Your leaders like to pick you up. Is there one?"

Qi Yunze finished drinking the water in the glass, but did not speak.

Xiaoman looked at her husband leaning on the bed, and didn't continue talking. After being together for seven or eight years, she can figure out her husband's temperament clearly. He seems to be outgoing and cheerful, but in fact he can hide things in his heart. What? I never tell my family about the hardships and hardships, and just carry them silently.

In fact, Xiaoman doesn't like men with this personality. She wants a more equal married life. Her husband is willing to communicate with her and even complain to her. This kind of marriage is more flesh-and-blood. However, Qi Yunze is very traditional in his bones. Such a man likes to carry everything on himself, so that sometimes Xiaoman feels that she is just a tool for childbearing and housework.After the two of them slept in separate beds a year ago, their relationship has been indifferent, and they couldn't even quarrel.

"Have the children been sent there?" Qi Yunze asked with a hoarse voice

"Don't worry, it's all sent over. My parents are very happy, and they said to stay for a while, so that you can talk about it after you are fully recovered, so that people are most likely to infect people when it is better or not."

"Yeah." Qi Yunze said in a low voice

"You rest, I'm going out to buy groceries."

Qi Yunze nodded, and after Xiaoman left the room, he opened his eyes.He touched the phone on the bedside table, unlocked it with his fingerprint, opened WeChat, and saw the first person in the chat dialog box, the one he had checked not to remind.

"How many degrees?"

"Have you taken medicine?"

"Why haven't you returned for so long? Are you asleep?"

"...I'm worried about you when you see me back."

Immediately afterwards, there was an invitation for a WeChat voice chat.

"I'm fine, I don't have a fever, but my voice is hoarse and I can't speak" Click to send

almost three seconds

"That's good"

"How are you doing?"

"It's just a nasal sound. In class, the students laughed at me and said I sound like a baby."

"This group of children, no matter how big or small, will deduct points from the final exam."

"A bunch of little brats, take care of yourself, don't be like them"

"Sneaking/sneering/sneaking, how can Teacher Mo establish the majesty of the people's teacher if he is not strict?"

"I have always convinced people with academics."

"Haha, no matter how good the lecture is, it's so sour when paired with a doll voice."

"Go aside, you are also teasing me?!"

"But by the way, the baby's voice sounds pretty nice. You might as well stop taking medicine and let your nose flow for two more days. Next time, let me listen to the voice of the baby's voice."

"/kitchen knife"

Qi Yunze smiled at the screen, through the phone, he could imagine Mo Pingfan's arrogant appearance.

"Are you still coming over this weekend?" After a while, Qi Yunze received such a message. He looked at his phone. He should be well on Wednesday and Sunday. He really couldn't bear to refuse him. Qi Yunze replied: "Definitely go .”

In just three words, Mo Pingfan, who was still frowning in the office a second ago, showed a warm smile in an instant.

"Xiao Deng, tell me, is our Teacher Mo in a relationship?" Patting the shoulder of the handsome new guy, Han Yue pointed to Mo Fanfan who was sitting inside the glass through the glass.

"Look, I was frowning just now, but now it looks like I won 500 million."

"Mr. Han, why are you so gossip? Is it possible that you still miss Teacher Mo?"

"Go, kid, don't talk nonsense." Han Yue poked little Deng's forehead.

"Hey, how can Luohua be intentional, but flowing water is ruthless." Xiao Deng looked at Han Yue and muttered secretly.

"Stinky boy, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing, Mr. Han is so beautiful, how can flowing water dare to be ruthless?"

"Hmph..." Han Yue looked at Mo Fanfan across the glass. Ever since Mr. Mo came, she had really thought about chasing him, but this Mr. Mo looked easy to get along with, but It’s just that he has a sense of distance from others, and he has never been very gregarious. Except for a dinner party specially held to welcome him when he first arrived, he basically didn’t show up for other faculty activities, except for class experiments. Outside of his living room and apartment, it was rare to hear that he went to other places. When he first came, he didn't know whether it was acclimatization or something else. He had been ill for a long time, and she took him to the hospital to see a doctor.After Teacher Mo recovered from her illness, she gave her a pot of Clivia as a gift.

Han Yue looked at the Clivia plant next to the desk, which is still alive and nourishing in winter, hey, you can really think of Clivia as a gift for girls, Mr. Mo.At least send flowers, lipstick, perfume, etc., and send this pot of little ancestor, and I have to serve it all day long.

While spraying this vigorous Clivia with a water bottle, Han Yue sighed: Hey, Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo, it would be great if you knew a little more about women's hearts.

Mo Fanfan, who was separated by a glass window, held his mobile phone and smiled foolishly. Now he doesn't even have a half understanding of a woman's mind.

On weekend mornings, Mo Pingfan woke up at 06:30 in the morning. In City Z in winter, the sun doesn’t rise so early. When he got up, the window was still dark. Apart from the street lights, there are no other lights on this campus. Thinking that Qi Yunze would come over early this morning, he wrapped up a thick down jacket and went out, and bought his favorite food from the cafeteria. Fried dough sticks, Hu spicy soup and three buns.In fact, Mo Pingfan doesn't like spicy food very much. He grew up in City S. When he came to City Z when he was young, what he couldn't adapt to most was the salty and spicy cooking style of this small northern city.Later, after going to Japan, the taste gradually became lighter. In fact, he couldn't drink much of spicy soup.But Qi Yunze loves to drink this, he has been like this since he was a child, if he goes to school without drinking a bowl of Hu spicy soup in the morning, he will be listless all morning.Carrying the steaming hot spicy soup from Xinsheng in the cafeteria, Mo Pingfan said heartily: Others use coffee to refresh themselves, but this one is good. Take spicy spicy soup in the morning.

After buying breakfast, it was only a little after seven o'clock when he came back. After putting the breakfast in the kitchen, Mo Fanfan lay down on the bed again, looking at the top contact in the WeChat chat bar.

"When will you come tomorrow?" He sent it at nine o'clock last night

"Early in the morning" that person came back at ten o'clock

Holding his mobile phone, he casually checked Weibo. Mo Pingfan was sleepy again. The heating in the room was too high, which made people confused. It was still early, so he simply got back into bed and fell asleep again. A return to sleep.

When he woke up, it was already dawn. Mo Pingfan looked at the bedside alarm clock. It was almost ten o'clock, but the small apartment was still empty. He had already given that person a spare key, even if he fell asleep, Qi Yunze was still able to come in.

Mo Pingfan picked up his phone, but there was no new news. He didn't give up, and opened WeChat. The top item in the chat bar was still Qi Yunze's reply, "Early in the morning."

He was a little anxious, although he hesitated, he still found Qi Yunze's phone number and dialed it.

"Beep... beep..." Fifty seconds later, a beautiful mechanical female voice was waiting for him: "The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered, please try again later, Sorry, the number..."

This day finally came, and Mo Fanfan hung up the phone sadly. In fact, the relationship was not so stable. Even if it was agreed that he would not come, so what?To come or not to come is always his freedom.

Mo Fanfan went to the kitchen, heated up the already cold Hu spicy soup in a small pot, added an egg after boiling, turned the fried dough sticks and three-packs in the microwave, sat on the sofa with the hot meal, You can eat breakfast alone, but today's hot and spicy soup is a bit too spicy.

All day long, Mo Fanfan stayed on the sofa wrapped in a blanket, holding a Japanese version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in his hand, and a thermos filled with hot milk.Except for the breakfast for two in the morning, he didn't eat anything until after six o'clock in the evening, and he didn't feel hungry. It's just that the quiet mobile phone all day made him a little restless. The book in his hand was only read intermittently.

After seven o'clock in the evening, the person finally sent a message: "I'm sorry, my mother fell down while taking Beibei, and I've been in the hospital all day today, so I didn't bring my phone."

"It's okay, take good care of your family."

Then, there was no more audio.

"I always knew that when your family and I were at opposite ends of the balance, I was destined to be the one who was abandoned, but when this is really the case, how could I be so sad." In the diary of this day, Mo Pingfan wrote such a sentence.In the small warm apartment, the bed was cold, Mo Fanfan curled up into a ball, and gradually fell asleep in his most accustomed position.