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Looking at the ceiling covered with mildew and oily smoke stains, Qingfeng thought about such a long time ago, it was really strange, if he didn't look at it or think about it, he turned his head and curled up under the quilt, it's better not to remember some things .

Early in the morning of the second day, the alarm clock rang for a long time, but Qingfeng couldn't hear it. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, his head was groggy, and when he sat up, he felt that his soul was still on the bed.

Going out with a backpack on his back, he saw the car parked by the door as soon as he went out, but this time it was not Tan Xianqi who got out of the car, but his driver—Lao Fu.

"Uncle Fu?" Qingfeng could feel Lao Fu's kindness to some extent, after all, it is not easy to have such a person who is willing to give a smile in these days when people's feelings are weak.

"Last night, your father said that he couldn't see you, so I'll come here early this morning to try his luck." Lao Fu's unintentional words made people feel ridiculous. Trying your luck is a new word.

"Is he... okay?" Qingfeng watched as Lao Fu took several big bags from the car, and handed them all over, "You are a big boy, how can you wear such old and simple clothes all day long, here are some food and drink If you like it, Uncle Fu will give you some more in the future."

"My dad asked you to deliver it?" Qingfeng thought that if he didn't get permission, Lao Fu would probably be powerless. Now he is driving a car and sending things and greetings. It really is the sun coming out from the north.

"Your father... No matter what, this Wu Jin Building is really not suitable for you to live alone as a student. You might as well consider changing places. Tell Uncle Fu if you need anything, and Uncle Fu will help you." This is the purpose of staying early in the morning , Qingfeng had already guessed last night that no matter how indifferent Tan Xianqi was, he would not tolerate his son living here.

"Understood, I will find a place by myself, and move if it suits me, thank you Uncle Fu." Qingfeng didn't refuse anything, nor did he refuse Uncle Fu's proposal, and nodded politely, "I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you."

Qingfeng didn't go back with the things, but continued to walk towards the bus station. On the way, he met the mother-in-law and father-in-law whom he knew well, so he gave them the things and got on the bus lightly.

Lao Fu drove behind, witnessed what Qingfeng did, and sighed helplessly. No one can repair the rift between their father and son, but he still had to reply to Tan Xianqi, telling him that Qingfeng accepted it. .

Although it seems that there has been a change, the relationship between father and son is still the same as before, and this matter is like a cloud of smoke, which will disappear without a trace when it is blown.

Tan Xianqi didn't make any moves, but Lao Fu has been more diligent these days. Sometimes Qingfeng even thinks that he is not Tan Xianqi's personal driver, but transferred to Qingfeng, a poor boy.

"Qingfeng, why does that car look so familiar?" Mu Su looked downstairs. He usually couldn't see that car, but sometimes Qingfeng came to tutor him on weekends.

"It's not just this kind of car, it's not surprising." Qingfeng stretched out his hand to cover his eyes and pulled back, "I'll come to check tomorrow, and I must memorize all these words."

"Ah..." Mu Su thought to himself that the beautiful holiday time was completely wiped out by Qingfeng's words.

"I don't want to memorize it." He said it so bluntly, and Qingfeng was not surprised. He was about to pack his schoolbag but was grabbed. "Anyway, you are idle when you go back. You can stay and play with me."

"You have so many friends and you still need me to accompany you?" Seeing Musu lying on the table sullenly, he reached out and rubbed his hair. "Is it true that no one will play with you?"

"Last time..." Mu Su complained awkwardly, "I didn't hit someone last time, those people just spread rumors, and the teacher told the students not to provoke me while I was away, who knows what he said, anyway, that time From now on, when everyone sees me, they will treat me like air, and privately say that I am a bully, and that Chen Wenhu, who bullies others, has no money like me."

Qingfeng now understands that not many people know the reason for Musu's attack. In addition, the "victim" added fuel and jealousy. Perhaps the teacher simply isolated Musu in order to avoid troubles, which caused Musu to lose his popularity. It became the pitiful look lying on the table now.

"What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" Seeing Qingfeng looking at him, the corners of his mouth were full of smiles, he couldn't get angry, and asked with wide eyes, "Don't laugh!"

"Don't be so impulsive next time, you won't be boycotted." Not only did Qingfeng show no sympathy, on the contrary, he made Musu reflect on himself.

Mu Su sat on the chair angrily, pushed him out, and cursed, "Go away, I don't want to see you either!"

After hearing this, Qingfeng laughed out of anger, "Didn't you just want to keep me here to play with you?"

"I don't need..." The haughty head turned to the other side, ignoring the person who made fun of him in front of him.

Qingfeng suppressed his smile, and said to Musu seriously, "I sympathize with your experience, but it is really hard to realize that if you feel that the current predicament is just the loneliness of having no one to accompany you, you should just adapt to it." You'll get used to it." This sentence is really inhuman, and Mu Su suddenly had the illusion that the breeze does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"You are really a strange creature launched from outer space to the earth, unable to communicate." He strode onto the bed, sat down, and faced the wall full of pictures as if meditating.

"Don't you just want to find a partner to play games?" Reluctantly, he put down his backpack and walked towards the small sofa in front of the TV. "Which one do you want to play today?"

Mu Su rubbed twice, sat down beside him contentedly, and began to carefully select games with his head down.

After choosing for a long time, I couldn't choose one, but there were only a few who came and went, Qingfeng also saw his thoughts, "It's okay, pick slowly, don't rush."

As if hearing the implication, Mu Su threw the things aside in frustration, collapsed on the sofa, and turned his back to Qingfeng, "Go, I suddenly don't want to play anymore."

Staring at Musu's round head like a red bayberry, with clear hair swirls on it, "When I was unhappy, you worked so hard, there is no reason for you to be unhappy, so I just walked away."

"Actually, it's not that there is no one to play with. Mo Wen and I grew up together, but his mother doesn't like me very much. After hearing about it at the parent meeting last time, as long as I go to his house to find someone, I will pretend that there is no one. People are at home, and it's difficult for Mo Wen to be caught in the middle." With his back facing Qingfeng, he whispered softly, Qingfeng listened quietly.

"His house can't get in, you just let him out." Leaning lazily on the back of the sofa, resting his head on his arm, his fingers hanging in the air, playfully playing with the stupid hair on Mu Su's head .

"I don't want it, I don't like posting upside down." After finishing speaking, half of his face was buried in his arms, only a pair of eyes were exposed and he was angry.