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Tan Ling stared blankly at Mu Su for a long time, and after a while, she showed a smile with a little admiration and helplessness.

After waiting for a long time, Qingfeng didn't come back, but he got a call from him, and only asked Tan Ling to take Musu home because he had something important to do.As soon as Mu Su heard the instructions from the other end of the phone, his heart was empty, thinking that Qingfeng should be the one who was most nervous when something like this happened.

"How are you? I'll take you home." Tan Ling picked up Musu's schoolbag and helped him off the bed. "It's so late, why don't I bring you something to eat before going back."

Mu Su just lowered his head and shook his head. Tan Ling always felt that he was depressed a lot after answering the phone, but he didn't know why.

The car stopped at the gate of the community. Musu picked up his schoolbag and was about to open the door to get out of the car. He had already stepped out with one foot, but he turned his head and said lightly, "Can't you treat Ke Cheng better? Qingfeng is very worried about Ke Cheng." Cheng, you always make Ke Cheng unhappy, and he is also unhappy, I don't want to see him unhappy every day."

"You are very worried about him." Tan Ling did not answer directly, and secretly took the opportunity to test out, "You and Qingfeng have a really good relationship. I have never seen him treat anyone like he treats you."

"Never?" Mu Su caught the point right away.

Tan Ling got out of the car, gently holding Musu's arm with one hand, and the two of them walked in slowly, "Qingfeng seldom interacts with others, and his temperament seems a bit withdrawn in school. I really want to be friends with him, but he Always avoiding it, maybe this request is too much for him.”

"You want to be friends with him, it has nothing to do with him." Mu Su took the opportunity to refute it with Tan Ling's words, raised his chin slightly, and was a little proud.

"Yes!" Tan Ling smiled helplessly, but he didn't care anymore. "He said, the only thing we have in common is that we both have the same surname."

"Tan..." A vague thought flashed through Mu Su's mind, he couldn't explain clearly, he always felt that Tan Ling's words reminded him of something, so he subconsciously asked, "Your father is a very serious person." Right?" It was very abrupt and rude to ask like this.

Mu Su has such a temperament, and Tan Ling is also used to his jumping thinking, "He is busy with his career, and he is used to being strict with his subordinates, so it always seems too serious."

"Really?" Mu Su stopped asking, and took a step forward when he reached the door of the building, "Thank you for taking me back."

"I thought you would invite me to sit up." Tan Ling made Mu Su feel ashamed when he asked such a question, but he never thought of inviting someone up, "Since you said that, of course you can sit up."

Musu's home is very empty, and there is only one Musu sitting on the sofa in the living room, making the whole room even more deserted.

"My dad is often away on business trips, so he won't be back tonight." Musu took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and handed it over. "I don't know how to make Pu'er Tieguanyin."

"Do you eat dinner all by yourself?" The round dining table is very big, and Musu is small, so it must be so lonely to eat like this.

Mu Su sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, and casually replied, "Sometimes Qingfeng eats with me." Another round of awkward silence followed, and Mu Su secretly pinched his mouth with his fingers.

"Qingfeng? Does he often eat with you?" Tan Ling remembered that Musu had slipped his tongue once, and Qingfeng seemed to be helping him with tutoring. "Did he get out of that predicament last time?"

Talking about Ling Ti's tact, Mu Su put down the drink in his hand, and rubbed his finger on the edge, "Thank you for the card, although you haven't used it, don't ask Qingfeng, he is not happy."

"So I'm asking you. It's really strange. Tan Qingfeng rejects people thousands of miles away, and you often look arrogant and surly. I used to hate two kinds of people the most, but I can't exclude you." Ling's gentleness and Qingfeng's coldness are two extremes. Mu Su couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it would be great if Qingfeng could look like this sometime.

"It's really strange, because Qingfeng doesn't seem to like you very much." Mu Su pouted angrily, and turned his head to think for a while, "Why do you always look familiar to him?"

"Because I seem to like him quite a bit." Tan Ling's directness almost made Mu Su drop his hand, and dropped the drink in his hand, "I like..."

"Just admiring, I like his intelligence." Tan Ling asked Mu Su, "Why are you?"

"Me? Just admiring, I like his intelligence."

After Tan Ling left, Mu Su leaned on the window and watched the figure gradually disappearing around the corner, frowning more and more tightly, what is the relationship between Tan Ling and Qingfeng.

He remembered that in that small hotel, Qingfeng said that his father was in this city, had a wife and son, and was a stranger to him.Musu thought of Qingfeng's indifference and rejection for no reason every time he faced Tan Ling. What is the connection between this, or it was just his own overthinking.

Looking at the clock on the wall, Qingfeng didn't come back after leaving the infirmary. When he was alone, he couldn't help feeling a sense of loss.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected, "Aren't you resting yet?" The person who came asked didn't ask, the voice was very soft, and Mu Su couldn't help puffing up his cheeks slightly when he heard it, "Are you home yet?"

"No." With such an answer, Mu Su, who was lying on the window, immediately straightened up, "Where are you and what are you doing?"

"I'm watching the surveillance. The person who kicked you is right in the blind spot of the surveillance on the bus stop sign, so I'm trying to find out if there are any surveillance cameras that can be photographed in the nearby shops." Su Yu swallowed furiously, "If you can't find it, don't look for it."

"You go to sleep first, I'll look for it later." The voice on the other end was very flat, but to someone who cared, it seemed to be talking about some long-flowing love words.

"Where do you live? Have you eaten yet?" Mu Su's fingers began to draw pictures on the glass window, and the voice on the other end was a little heart-warming even though he was so tired.

"Don't worry..." He was interrupted before he finished speaking, and Mu Su said to him stubbornly, "You come to my house, I'm alone, and I will open the door no matter how late it is."

After a few seconds of silence, there was a chuckle from the other end, "Aren't you always alone?"

"Okay, I'll go to bed first, the spare key is on the door frame of my house, you're tall, so it must be enough." After speaking, he hung up the phone, and instead of going to wash up, he went into the kitchen and started washing rice and cooking porridge.

I thought the spare key was useless, but someone took it from the door frame at one o'clock in the morning.

As soon as Qingfeng walked into Musu's house, the whole room was bright and majestic, as if it was specially reserved for those who came home late.The key was gently placed on the cabinet in the entrance, put down the backpack, and walked to the room with bare feet on the floor.

The darkness in the room made the outside even brighter, with only one gap opened, the small space was illuminated a lot.

Huddled in a ball on the big bed, it was only when he walked in that he saw the little head sunken on the pillow, fast asleep, with his mouth slightly pouted, his face flushed from sleep.

Qingfeng reached out and rubbed the soft and shiny hair, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him. Looking at the quiet and familiar sleeping face, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised, and he leaned forward unconsciously, but his lips were a few centimeters on the smooth forehead. He stopped, and after a while, he got up and tiptoed out of the room.

Standing at the junction of the living room and the dining room, there was a thermos bucket on the huge dining table, without any notes on it, and a spoon lay quietly beside it.

Sitting at the dining table, opening the thermos bucket, bursts of hot air, with a strong rice fragrance, mixed with a hint of sweetness.

After sleeping until dawn, Mu Su rubbed his eyes and got up from the bed. After waking up, the first thing he did was jump out of bed and ran out of the room.

It's a pity that he couldn't see the person he had been seeing before going to sleep in the living room, his head drooped slightly in loss, but his corner of the eye glanced at the thermos on the table, he went to open it, and there was not a single grain of rice left in it , was washed clean, and the spoons on the side were neatly arranged. It was only here that the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled silly for a while.

Because of a bad cold, Mu Su was extraordinarily quiet in physical education class, sitting under the basketball hoop beside him and basking in the sun.Mo Wen always wanted to get close to him, but he was a few meters away, and his eyes always fell on the boy wearing a mask. He heard about what happened yesterday, but he didn't know how to care about it.

Musu didn't play with them for a while, and gradually got used to being alone quietly, and even got a little annoyed by the chirping and quacking sounds in his ears.

Suddenly Mo Wen slipped and fell, the basketball in his hand popped out and hit Mu Su's calf, he slowly opened his eyes, glanced towards Mo Wen, saw that he was fine, so he didn't step forward to care up.

Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, his gaze fell unconsciously on the soles of Mo Wen's feet, his whole body froze, and he froze.

Mo Wen was pulled up with a smile, and walked towards Mu Su to pick up the ball, and met Mu Su's horrified gaze head-on, with obvious anger but suppressed, Mo Wen was very surprised, and remembered what happened yesterday , but Xiao Xiao dared not speak.

Mu Su got up and kept a distance from him. When Mo Wen approached him, he stepped back, backed up a few steps, turned and left towards the teaching building.

"Don't pay attention to him, who is he?" Recently, everyone doesn't like Mu Su very much. They first beat people and then broke up with Mo Wen. Mu Su's image in their hearts has plummeted, and all the playmates who used to eat, drink and drink have fallen to the wall. .

"You guys keep playing." Mo Wen handed them the ball and ran towards the direction Mu Su left.

Mu Su walked unhurriedly, and was overtaken within a few steps. His arm was pulled by someone, and he turned 180 degrees, almost hitting the person's body.

"I'm sorry..." This was another apology from Mo Wen, but this time Mu Su broke away. The mask covered half of his face, but it couldn't hide the expression of desperately wanting to stay away from Mo Wen.

"Xiao Su, don't be angry, I won't do strange things to you, please don't treat me like this." Mo Wen begged in a low voice, but Mu Su looked at him, full of fear, and kept struggling to leave.

"Let go of me, don't touch me!" With an elbow bump, it hit Mo Wen's chest, Mu Su turned around and strode away without a trace of nostalgia.