Zamoli

In an unfamiliar house, He Mu was very uncomfortable, with both hands in the front pocket of the sweater, ten fingers were secretly twisted back and forth.He watched Chang Ming'an watering the flowers and adding cat food to the cat, struggling not knowing what to do, he wanted to sit on the sofa, but felt a little embarrassed.

He was still thinking about what Chang Mingan said just now.

"Your mother helped me before. It was a great help. She is a very good person."

is this real.

The memory of his mother is very vague. From the beginning of his memory, people around him always told him that he was a child without a mother, and that his mother left him too cruelly. According to the few words of his relatives, his mother behaved badly, so he was unmarried Pregnant first.In his mind, there is only a shadowy image of his mother, which can be used as a basis, except for other people's words, only the box full of cheongsams left behind, and the nursery rhyme.

"Little star, bright and bright, copper nails nailed on the bluestone board, little star, bright and bright, Ira winked at Nong..."

He Mu couldn't help humming in a low voice, Chang Mingan was on the balcony, the setting sun hit him, and fainted a light yellow edge.The whiny cat, Mumu, walked over silently with cat steps, turned around at He Mu's feet, sat down on the back of his feet, raised her head and barked softly.

He Mu squatted down, scratched Mumu's chin, looked up at Chang Mingan's back, and called out softly and tentatively: "Mumu?"

The cat tilted its head to look at him, its amber eyes blinking slowly.

Chang Ming'an could see that He Mu was very uncomfortable, so he said after cleaning up: "I'm going first, the cat can't move away immediately, please help take care of her, give her some food, clean the toilet, and comb her hair." That's fine, please."

He Mu liked this kitten very much in his heart, but his face was still very cold, and he said, "No trouble, thank you."

Chang Mingan left the spare key behind, closed the door and left.

He Mu let out a long breath, carefully sat on the sofa, stretched his waist, and rested for a while.He got up and closed the curtains on the balcony and the bay window in the bedroom, and turned on a small light. The room was immediately enveloped in dim light, which made him feel much more at ease.He opened his suitcase, took out the women's underwear and silk nightgown that he hid at the bottom, and changed into it. His hair was loose and draped over his shoulders. His bare skin touched the silky fabric, and it was so cold. He shivered, but he relaxed completely, and his steps became lighter.

He looked at the faded nail polish on his toenails, kicked the slippers aside, walked barefoot on the wooden floor, sat on the plush carpet with the coffee table, leaned against the sofa, and concentrated on painting his nails You, Mumu was lying on her stomach not far away, flicking her tail.

One by one the nail caps were all painted, He Mu hugged his knees and blew on the toenails.He stretched out his hand and whispered to the napping cat: "Mumu..."

The cat opened its eyes vigilantly, stretched its front legs, and hopped over in two or three steps, rubbing its head in the palm of He Mu's hand.

"Could it be called 'Mumu'..." He Mu said to himself.

He looked at the kitten who was purring and humming non-stop, and thought to himself, this sweetie must make her take care of everything.

When it was time to go to bed, He Mu looked at Chang Ming'an's soft double bed, hesitated for a moment, then tiptoed and took a new quilt from the top of the closet, spread it on the spacious sofa, and rolled himself up into a silkworm chrysalis, only revealing Head, lying on the stomach and playing with the phone.Mumu jumped up, stepped on his buttocks, and rolled herself into a ball comfortably.

Chang Mingan came over every one or two days, and he never took the cat away. He said that the balcony on the other side of the apartment was not sealed, so he had to put the cat here first. He Mu had no objections at all, and there would be nothing Opinion, after all, he is living in someone else's house.Every time Chang Mingan wants to come, he will tell He Mu in advance that He Mu will hide his women's clothes and change back into his sweater and jeans. The two basically don't talk, or if Chang Mingan asks something, he answers Two sentences.

He Mu would sometimes meet Chang Ming'an on campus, he felt very strange, when the two of them didn't know each other before, they had never seen each other, but once they got to know each other, they would always meet each other on the huge campus.

Every time they met, Chang Ming'an would smile at him.He Mu just nodded hastily, put his hands in the front pocket of the sweater, carried his schoolbag on his shoulders, and walked away quickly, flicking his ponytail behind his head.

He passed by the auditorium where the lectures were held twice, and heard Chang Ming'an's unhurried voice coming through the microphone from a distance, so he slowed down a little on purpose, and walked past the window.The big auditorium was full of seats. Chang Mingan stood on the podium with his windbreaker jacket on the side, his light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and a pair of half-rimmed glasses on his nose, looking very refined.

"Adam Smith's idea of ​​trade was his whole free competitive market economy..."

He Mu walked past the window without stopping.

On the weekend, Chang Mingan asked him on the phone if he wanted to go back to the old house on the weekend.

He Mu said no, because he needs a part-time job for two days on weekends, teaching children how to dance, so he won't go back there.

Upon hearing this, Chang Mingan said that he would have dinner with him on weekends.

He Mu stuffed his women's clothes into the suitcase, walked around the room nervously, looked at the plants on the balcony, the succulents on the shelf, and Mumu's cat food bowl and cat toilet, and put The quilt on the sofa was folded and stuffed back on top of the wardrobe.

When Chang Mingan opened the door, He Mu was on the balcony shoveling excrement for Mumu, and Mumu was sitting beside him to supervise.

When Mumu heard the sound of the door opening, he couldn't sit still anymore. Chang Mingan put down the keys, took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack by the door, squatted down, stretched out his hand to check it, and shouted softly: "Mumu Wood."

He Mu, who was shoveling shit, shook his hands, his heart missed a beat, and the tips of his ears were a little red.

Chang Mingan hugged the cat and said, "It seems to be sinking."

Holding the shovel, He Mu said, "It's, it's okay."

Chang Mingan weighed it again, and said thoughtfully: "When I first picked it up, it was a bit big, and if I eat so much, I will lose weight."

He Mu looked at Mu Mu who had turned out his snow-white belly, and was surprised again that such a beautiful cat was picked up. He said, "You have raised it very well."

Chang Mingan said with a smile: "I didn't plan to keep a pet at first, it's too pitiful, so I picked it up."

He Mu stopped talking and folded his hands.Chang Ming'an said, "What to eat? Let's go out and eat."

"Not good." He Mu subconsciously refused. When he thought of going out to eat with Chang Mingan and being exposed to so many people, he felt uneasy for a while.But if he was asked to change into women's clothing and go out to eat with Chang Mingan, he would feel unspeakably awkward, as if it would distort the innocent relationship between them, making people even more uncomfortable.