Zamoli

Chang Ming'an: "You're not injured, are you?"

He Mu subconsciously touched the bruise on his cheekbones, then withdrew his hand and said, "No."

Chang Mingan picked up the tone of talking to a student, and said, "You live alone? Where are your parents?"

He Mu seemed to be stepped on his tail: "What does it have to do with you, who are you?"

Chang Ming'an: "Is your mother's surname He? She used to live here?"

He Mu opened his mouth slightly, uncertain, and after a while, he frowned and asked, "You, you know her?"

really.

Chang Ming'an finally solved the mystery that he was quite concerned about. He said, "I used to live near here and met your mother. Is she okay now?"

He Mu's eyes dimmed for a moment, and he asked, "Are you familiar with her?"

"Just a few words."

A gust of cool autumn wind blew in through the wide open window. He Mu sneezed, sucked his nose, pulled back his messy long hair, and said, "She's gone, you don't have to look for her, you go away." Bar."

Chang Ming'an didn't quite understand whether the "not here" meant what he had guessed in his heart, so he could only ask tentatively: "Do you have any difficulties, do you need my help?"

He Mu seemed to be stabbed, and flinched a little, he had heard too many words like this.

This child is so pitiful, why is it so miserable, this mother is too cruel, why don't you help him.He had looked forward to it, but in the end all these concerns were in vain, and all good intentions were for ulterior motives.

He lowered his head and said, "Don't worry about it."

Such a tone and posture made He Mu look like a stubborn child, but he was still wearing the dark purple women's silk nightgown, the front of which was open, revealing his thin chest, and the tie was loosely tied, making his slender The waist is outlined, and the two slender legs are exposed at the hem.Contradictions collided in him, which was inexplicably palpitating.

As if seeing a shivering stray cat on the street, Chang Ming'an's heart was pinched.

He lifted up the chair that fell on the ground, and saw that He Mu was barefoot again.He Mu always seems to like bare feet, the arch of the foot is very delicate, the ankle bone is slightly raised, and the toenails are painted bright red.Chang Ming'an had no choice but to take the broom that was leaning against the wall next to him, and sweep the fragments of the teacup to the corner.

He Mu stood beside him with his hands folded and looked at him, his guard turned back on his face again, as if Chang Ming'an was a fire-breathing monster at any time, and all goodwill and concern were sugar-coated cannonballs.

Chang Ming'an went to the kitchen to look for garbage bags, trying to put the pieces into them.In the kitchen, the pot was cold and the stove looked as if it had never been fired, and a wilted yellow onion was thrown in the sink.He searched around but couldn't find what he was looking for, and when he turned around, he found He Mu following him. The two almost ran into each other, but He Mu's eyes were still wide open, like a small beast whose territory had been violated.

Chang Mingan took a step back in embarrassment, he suddenly found a slightly raised red mole on He Mu's heart, the color of cinnabar, conspicuous and gorgeous on the white skin.

"What are you going to do?" He Mu was puzzled.

Chang Ming'an patiently explained: "If you don't do anything, the fragments will hurt your feet."

He Mu stepped forward and stepped on Chang Ming'an's casual leather shoes with his bare feet, the two colors of white and black collided.He put away all his emotions, closed his clothes, and used his most familiar way to deal with this sudden concern and hospitality.He stretched out his hand to grab Chang Ming An's hand hanging by his side, and wiped off his stained lipstick with the other hand, and said, "Are you really not going to do it..."

He Mu's hands were cold, and Chang Mingan flinched subconsciously, then grabbed his wrist, and sighed helplessly: "What's the matter with you? Are you in school, which university? Or working?"

He Mu also stepped on Chang Ming'an's shoe with the other foot, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "You don't want to be what you are grinding with me, tell me, how do you like to play, and ask me to change clothes ……"

here we go again.Chang Ming said with peace of mind.

He held He Mu's shoulder and pushed him away, but he didn't dare to use too much force.When he was treated like this for the first time, he felt offended, but now, he just feels that He Mu is like a mischievous child, using a style that he thinks he is mature and capable to deliberately irritate himself.

"Tell me, how do you like me to call you, brother? Husband? Or, dad?"

Chang Ming'an had never played such a blatant trick before. With a warm feeling in his ears, he gently pushed He Mu away, took a few steps back, and said solemnly: "I don't mean that to you, and I have no right to your private life." Interference, just..."

He Mu leaned against the sink in the kitchen, looking at him expressionlessly, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Your mother is a good person. If you have any difficulties, I am willing to help you."

Chang Ming'an took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a business card and handed it to He Mu, who still folded his hands and didn't intend to take it.He put the business card aside, turned and left.

He Mu stood still, when he heard the sound of the door opening and closing.He hesitated for a moment, and picked up the thin business card with two fingers to look at it.

University A, School of Economics and Management, Associate Professor, Chang Mingan.Attached below is his mobile phone number and email address.

He Mu laughed with a "chi" sound, and he didn't know who he was laughing at, whether he was laughing at Chang Ming'an or himself.Open the drawer, throw the business card casually in the kitchen sundry drawer, and close the drawer with a "bang".

Chang Ming'an was walking in the alley at night, and looked back, the light in He Mu's bedroom was on, and it was a blurry yellow.

He suddenly remembered that when he was eight years old, when he was just in primary school, he did not know what happened and got a very low score in the math test. He wandered outside and dared not go home. It was not until night that he paced back slowly. , crying until his eyes were red and swollen, he had no idea that his parents were looking for him all over the world.

At the corner of the alley, he met Miss He for the last time.She was wearing a plain cheongsam without makeup, and had almost exactly the same apricot eyes as He Mu, red as if she had cried.

Little Chang Ming'an didn't dare to take the initiative to talk to her, but Miss He smiled at him and said in a hoarse voice, "Night is good."

Noticing that Chang Ming'an was full of doubts, he cleared his throat and said in Mandarin, "Good evening."

Little Chang Ming An nodded nervously, and whispered, "Are you unhappy? Why are you crying?"

Miss He smiled at him: "What about you?"

Chang Ming'an's nose twitched when he thought of his paper, tears were about to come out again.Miss He hurriedly said: "I'm going to cry, oh, what's wrong with you?"

Chang Mingan pursed his mouth, desperately holding back his tears.Miss He wanted to give him candy, but found that she didn't have a bag on her, so she patted his head.Seeing Miss He's eyes that were also red, Chang Ming'an hiccupped and said, "Don't cry either."

Ms. He laughed "puchi" and said, "I'm not crying, I'm happy, I have a baby."

Chang Mingan opened his eyes wide and said in surprise, "Really?"

Miss He nodded.

Chang Ming'an remembered the hawthorn slices Miss He gave him last time, and quickly untied his schoolbag, took out a long-preserved candy from the schoolbag, stuffed it into Miss He's hand, and said shyly: "Here, for the little baby eat."

Ms. He touched her belly gently, and said with a smile, "Thank you, baby."

Chang Ming'an nodded like a grown-up, and said, "You're welcome."

At the other end of the alley, Chang's father and Chang's mother anxiously called his name. When Chang Ming'an heard this, guilt welled up in his heart. He hurriedly put on his schoolbag and wanted to go home. After two steps, he turned around and said, "Goodbye!"

"Goodbye." Miss He smiled.

That was the first time in Chang Ming'an's life that he was beaten, and his ass was blown out by his father.

Through the thin curtains, Chang Ming'an saw He Mu leaning against the window.

That was also the first time he saw He Mu, he thought.