middle aged

"..." Matsumoto Hui's eyes were too vicious, and Mo Fanfan didn't deny anything anymore. After a long time, he said: "I can see that his feelings for me are not only for the teacher, so, usually I don't dare to stay alone with him, it's just this kid, hey..."

Mo Fanfan spoke to himself, sitting down next to Matsumoto Hui, his tone full of helplessness.

"You, you are still so likable." Matsumoto laughed teasingly. Whether it was on purpose or not, he pushed the plate with the last two oranges towards Mo Fanfan: "Come on, eat some oranges and put yourself on fire."

"Brother, are you still kidding me?"

"Haha, but I don't blame that child. You have always been very attractive. When you were studying, although you ignored everyone, you still couldn't stop a group of Yingying and Yanyan. Men and women like to circle around you and say Really, if not many people know about your relationship with the teacher and feel a little jealous, they might pester you every day and annoy you to death. It seems that you are still so attractive when you are in China."

Indeed, when I was in Japan, some inexplicable letters would always appear in my schoolbag, on my seat, and some even in the dormitory. Mo Fanfan is not an outgoing person, and it is easier to talk to unfamiliar people. It’s possible to save a sentence, but the more this kind of personality that rejects people thousands of miles away, the more attractive it is. In addition, after living in Japan, the diet is relatively light, and Mo Pingfan’s face not only disappeared. , even the skin became smoother, and after the heavy glasses were replaced with frameless and light styles, the whole person revealed an atmosphere of elegance and abstinence. Even later, some classmates knew his sexual orientation. , The gifts and love letters he received have not decreased but increased, but the gift givers have become all boys.

At that time, Matsumoto Teru had said that he had a face that would harm the country and the people without knowing it.

Mo Fanfan has never felt that he was born good-looking. He always thought that he was used to being ordinary, and he was just a person who was thrown in the crowd and was invisible. Just like his own name, he was extremely ordinary.

"So, what are you going to do with this kid? Do you want to be with him?" Matsumoto Hui's question broke Mo Fanfan's thoughts stuck in memories.

"How come? Brother, what are you thinking, he is only 20 years old, and I am more than a round older than him."

"What's the matter, if you like him, gender is not a problem, let alone age." Matsumoto Hui stroked his forehead, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. He always liked to see this honest junior who jumped because of his teasing look.

Sure enough, the younger brother in his 30s was still explaining to him in a serious manner like ten years ago that he would never have too many private contacts for his future.Matsumoto Hui pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, touched his nose, smiled, and decided to let Mo Pingfan go.

"Okay, okay, I won't bother you anymore." Matsumoto Hui stopped Mo Fanfan's non-stop babbling, "I'm tired, I'm going to take a shower." After finishing speaking, Matsumoto Hui opened the suitcase, He took his pajamas and went into the bathroom.

After Matsumoto stayed with Mo Fanfan in his small apartment for a week, he left for S city to prepare for the international academic conference for his teacher.Like an episode, Yan Nan never came to see Mo Pingfan alone since that night, maybe she was frightened by Matsumoto Hui.

As a result, Mo Fanfan's small single apartment became a little deserted and a little lonely again.It’s just that Mo Fanfan enjoys the current feeling more than before. The final exam has ended, and many students in the school have already packed their luggage and went home one after another. In the past few days after the exam, there are also crazy games and parties, as if releasing the huge pressure from preparing for the exam.

According to Dean Zhang's golden words, Mo Pingfan naturally does not need to participate in the process of correcting the test papers. Therefore, since Matsumoto Hui left, reading martial arts novels in the apartment has become his main pastime. Because of living alone, He often looks at it and forgets to eat.

In the past few days, Mo Fanfan seems to have returned to his middle school days. He can read martial arts novels for as long as he wants without any taboos. In such an afternoon, when the doorbell rang, Mo Fanfan thought he was hallucinating.

"Ding dong, ding dong." I don't know if it was the reason why I didn't open the door for a long time, but the people outside the door obviously couldn't wait any longer, and the frequency of ringing the doorbell became more and more frequent.Mo Fanfan quickly determined that he was not hallucinating.

Getting up from the bed lying on his stomach, half of the novel was stuck on the head of the bed, and Mo Pingfan didn't care to look at the cat's eyes to see who was outside the door, so he opened the door. There were only some colleagues or students left. At this time Who else could come to him?

But obviously, Mo Fanfan also ignored a possibility, even though this possibility seemed extremely small to him.

Qi Yunze stood outside the door, frowning tightly, looking at him with eyes full of anger, like looking at an enemy who has been grudges for thousands of years. City Z in early July is about to enter the hottest time of the year, and the people in front of him I don't know if it's because of being outside for too long, the original wheat-colored skin is like being sunburned, glowing hot red, coupled with his flushed face with anger, Mo Fanfan feels that the current Qi Yunze was like a trash barrel, it was about to explode at one touch.

"You..." Before Mo Fanfan could open his mouth to ask, the man on the opposite side blocked what he wanted to ask loudly like a gun loaded.

"Why haven't you gone out to eat for several noons?!"

"Huh?!" Mo Pingfan was shocked, even though he had an IQ of 200, he didn't expect Qi Yunze to blurt out such a sentence after he appeared at his door angrily.But it was more obvious that the man's unfriendly expression showed that he was not joking.

"I..." It is true that he hasn't gone out for lunch for three or four days. Mo Fanfan himself is a person with a very strong tolerance to hunger, and his desire for food is not very strong. In this way, I often wake up in the morning and cook a pot of noodles by myself. After I am full, I hold the book and start to eat. I often feel a little hungry until night, but this hunger disappears when I fall asleep. .Indeed, since Matsumoto Hui was sent away, he really hasn't had a good meal.It's just, these things, how did he...?

Qi Yunze didn't intend to explain anything to Mo Pingfan, and broke into his small apartment without waiting for Mo Pingfan to greet him. Only then did Mo Pingfan realize that Qi Yunze was carrying a white plastic bag in his hand, which seemed to contain A white disposable paper lunch box, with a few words written on the plastic bag——Laoma Xiangporridge, a porridge shop not far from the school, considered to be Mo Pingfan's favorite shop within a five-kilometer radius, It's just that the owner of the store is an old lady in her sixties, who has never been used to using a smartphone, so of course she doesn't even do takeaway business.

After entering the door, Qi Yunze walked into the kitchen. He didn't say anything, as if he was still holding his breath, he washed a handful of shallots he took out from the plastic bag and cut them with a crackling sound. Pour the packaged porridge that arrived into the cooking pot. When it was time to boil some water, sprinkle some green onions on it. After the fire boiled, it was placed in Mo Fanfan’s large porcelain bowl. A porcelain spoon was placed beside it, and it was brought out from the kitchen. .

"Eat." The sound of the porcelain bowl rubbing against the mirror coffee table was obviously harsh in this small apartment.After putting down the bowl, Qi Yunze didn't sit still, turned his head, walked quickly to the kitchen, turned on the faucet, and didn't know what to wash.Mo Pingfan looked at his back when he turned around. The navy blue short-sleeved shirt was more than half soaked with sweat, and there were small beads of sweat hanging on the hair at the back. Looking from the living room, Mo Pingfan felt Looking at him, he seemed to be a little thinner than at the last meeting, and his back, which was originally straight, actually hunched down a little.

Mo Fanfan turned around, restrained his desire to see him more, picked up a spoon, and drank the porridge. The porridge was his favorite chicken porridge with mushrooms. The aunt who made the porridge had been in the business for more than 20 years and never cut corners. , The shiitake mushrooms are fresh and clean tender shiitake mushrooms, the chicken is carefully selected chicken breast, and even the seasonings are her own secret recipes. Fresh and refreshing, soft and glutinous.

Today, however, Mo Fanfan didn't have any intention to savor the fragrant and glutinous porridge. Although he held back his eyes and didn't turn to look at the dreaming back, his ears still couldn't control himself, listening to his hands touching the water flowing down. He heard the sound of him carefully scrubbing his bowls and chopsticks with a sponge. However, that person clearly said more than 20 days ago: "Don't come to provoke me..." Mo Fanfan felt that he had some auditory hallucinations. A variety of voices were mixed in his mind, making him unable to tell what was real and what was fantasy for a moment.

Although he didn't intend to taste the porridge, but after a few spoonfuls, the gluttons in his stomach were aroused. Mo Pingfan looked at the wall clock on the wall. It was almost 04:30. After eating a little noodles at nine o'clock in the morning , his stomach has not digested any other food, eating half a bowl of salty porridge is much more comfortable than being so hungry.

The porridge was almost at the bottom, but Mo Fanfan was drinking more and more slowly. He clearly heard that the water in the kitchen had stopped, and the man seemed to have tidied up his messy kitchen, but he never came over.After the last spoonful of porridge, Mo Fanfan had nothing to hide his embarrassment and discomfort. He had to put down the spoon in his hand and look towards the kitchen. Sure enough, the man was standing at the door of the kitchen. The anger was gone, but he still looked calm, with no expression on his face.

"That... thank you for the porridge, I ate very well." The atmosphere was extremely awkward. If the two of them kept looking at each other like this, it might be even more strange. After all, Mo Fanfan finally opened his mouth, like breaking the ice. Thanked him.

However, Qi Yunze didn't seem to have heard his words. He just walked over silently, put away his bowl and spoon, and went back into the kitchen. Mo Pingfan knew that he wanted to clean these two as well.

"I'll do it myself..." After eating the porridge he brought, it was really strange to ask him to help wash the dishes and spoons. Mo Fanfan stood up and wanted to take back the bowls and spoons, but Qi Yunze ignored him. He blocked the entire pool with his back and brushed on his own, as if he couldn't hear the outside world at all.