Zamoli

Chang Ming'an did not expect that he received a call from He Mu in just a few days.He just finished class, finished answering the students' questions, picked up the books, and walked out of the big lecture hall when the phone rang, and it was a call from a stranger.

He picked it up: "Hi, hello."

There was some rapid breathing on the other end of the phone, and the human voice came out after a few gasps.

"It's me, I'm He Mu."

He Mu, so his name is He Mu.

Chang Mingan held the phone between his shoulders, put the book in his bag in a bit of embarrassment, stopped under a ginkgo tree, and said, "What's wrong?"

It seemed that there was something hard to say, He Mu hesitated for a long time, his tone was not as sharp as usual, but softened, and asked in a whisper: "You, where are you..."

Chang Ming'an felt something unusual, and said seriously: "I'm at school, just finished class."

"Can you, come here."

Chang Ming'an originally thought that He Mu was talking about going to his house, but how did he know that as he listened, his brows became tighter and tighter. He Mu asked him to go to the dance department building of their A University.He was confused, and was about to ask again, when He Mu gritted his teeth and said, "If it doesn't work, forget it..."

Chang Mingan hurriedly said, "Okay, I'll come right away, I'll be there in 15 minutes."

He hurried all the way, and he didn't have time to respond to the students who greeted him on the way. He could only nod in a hurry, went to the dance department building, followed the room number guided by He Mu, it was the counselor's office, and Chang Mingan tapped lightly. the door.

It was He Mu who opened the door for him, and Chang Mingan froze in place.

It was the first time he saw He Mu not wearing women's clothing, like most ordinary college students, wearing a sweater and jeans, his long hair was neatly tied into a ponytail behind his head, and there was no makeup on his face , with a white face, round almond-shaped eyes, and a little red at the end of the eyes, from a hedgehog who has nowhere to start to a frightened rabbit.

"Come in." A male voice came from inside.

Chang Mingan walked in, and there was a male teacher sitting behind the desk. Chang Mingan didn't know him. He only met a few times and knew that he was the school's counselor. It seemed to be He Mu's counselor.

"Teacher Chang?" The counselor was surprised, "You are He Mu..."

He Mu quickly picked it up, without changing his face, he said: "Mr. Li, Mr. Chang is my cousin. My parents have passed away."

Chang Ming'an glanced at He Mu. He Mu stood beside him with his head lowered, his ten slender fingers twisted together, looking very uneasy.Seeing this, he had no choice but to continue: "Yes, what's wrong with our family, He Mu?"

When Teacher Li heard this, his expression immediately changed. He stood up, pointed to a chair beside him, motioned for Chang Ming to sit down, poured tea, and said politely: "It's nothing, it's just a little conflict with my roommate."

Chang Ming'an also saw that there were three other boys standing by the wall besides He Mu in the office. At first glance, they belonged to the Academy of Art. There were streaks of paint rubbed on their T-shirts, and some had the same long hair as He Mu. Randomly tied.

The long-haired one even had his ears pierced, and with a generous face, he came up and said, "He Mu's drawer is full of women's underwear."

He Mu hurriedly raised his head to defend, "No...it's not mine..."

Another roommate interjected: "It's not yours, you can't steal it, I heard that a lot of underwear was lost in the girls' dormitory some time ago..."

The counselor hurriedly smoothed things over: "Okay, don't talk about it, He Mu, it's okay to make mistakes, as long as you know your mistakes and correct them."

Chang Mingan frowned more and more as he listened, he suddenly stood up, he was half a head taller than He Mu who was wearing flat shoes, and said gently but firmly: "This classmate, is he stealing or not? .What personal items are put in the student's drawers should not be within the jurisdiction of the school."

"What are women's panties? I've seen him wearing women's clothes on the street." The long-haired man was still muttering, "Pervert."

Every time He Mu heard a word, his face turned pale, his ten fingers were still twisted, his knuckles turned white from exertion, his lips were tightly pressed together, and he didn't say a word.

Chang Ming'an said bluntly, "I wonder if we can change the dormitory for He Mu."

Teacher Li said in embarrassment: "This... I have changed it for him several times before..."

"I don't live in school anymore, is that okay?" He Mu said with his head down.

"This……"

Teacher Li was a little bit embarrassed. One had to apply for a live-in at University A, and the counselor would not approve it unless there were special circumstances. He looked at Chang Ming'an's frowning brows and the faint anger in his eyes, and finally gave in.

He Mu said cautiously: "Thank you teacher, this matter..."

Teacher Li waved his hand: "It's just a small conflict among classmates, you should pay attention to it in the future, and move it before this Friday."

Chang Ming'an wanted to speak again, He Mu hurriedly grabbed his arm and took him out of the office. Three of his roommates walked past them, and one of them bumped into He Mu vigorously when he passed by. A slap on his shoulder knocked him back.Chang Mingan wanted to help him, but he gently brushed him away.

The two went downstairs without a word, He Mu walked in front, the ends of his ponytail fluttered on the back of his fair neck.Different from the charming and affectionate when wearing the cheongsam, He Mu at this time is like a wilted plant, with his head down, and a slightly protruding bone on the back of his neck, which looks a little pitiful.

A large planted a lot of ginkgo, and it was the time when the ginkgo leaves were yellow, and the eyes were golden, and the wind blew, rustling.

Chang Ming'an passed the message in a low voice: "Are you learning dance?"

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

He Mu tugged at his clothes uncomfortably, and said, "He said he wanted to find the parents, but he didn't believe me when I said you were my cousin, so he insisted on asking me to come over and make a note if he didn't have parents."

Chang Ming'an thought of him saying that his parents had passed away, so he sighed secretly, and said, "It's okay, but your roommates speak too badly, I thought those who study art, who are independent, would be more open. think……"

As if what happened just now had nothing to do with him, He Mu said coldly: "They are a minority among ordinary people, and I am an even smaller minority among the minority, which is normal."

Chang Mingan thought about it, yes, no matter how small the group is, as long as you are in the minority, you will always be excluded.

He Mu said, "Thank you."

As he spoke, he took out the bank card Chang Mingan gave him that day from his pocket, handed it back to him, and said with lowered eyes, "I'll give it back to you. I'm not short of money. It was just a joke that day. The money in it I am useless."

When Chang Ming'an didn't answer, He Mu kept raising his hand, the autumn wind was cool, he was dressed thinly, and shrank invisibly.Chang Mingan had no choice but to take the card back, He Mu said: "I really don't need money, I have a part-time job and I have living expenses."

"Then you don't live in the dormitory, where do you live, do you need my help to move the dormitory?"

"No need." He Mu said firmly, "Thank you."

As soon as the words fell, He Mu turned around and walked out, with his hands in the bag in front of his stomach.

"Hey, wait."

Chang Mingan took two steps forward, took out the book he used for class from his bag, flipped through a few pages, found the ginkgo leaf that was sandwiched in that day, pinched the stem of the leaf with two fingers, and handed over the dried leaf .

"Then give this to you."

He Mu looked at the leaf swaying slightly in the wind, then looked up at Chang Ming'an who was smiling slightly, and felt that he seemed to be coaxing a child who lost his temper.He hesitated for a while, but finally took the leaves, put them in his pocket together, turned around and left without looking back.