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Mu Qingyang never returned to Wencheng's house, even though Wencheng said the house was at his disposal.Mu Qingyang found another rental house, the environment was far inferior to the original one, let alone compared with the house in Wencheng, but Mu Qingyang didn't care, he still lived comfortably.Because I didn't go back to Wencheng, I bought all the clothes again, oh, and the mobile phone too.

Mu Qingyue's work was finally finished before the end of the New Year. There was snow, but it was amazing that the protagonist of this painting was a blood-red rose.

Mu Qingyue asked him when he would come to take away his things.

Mu Qingyang smoked a cigarette and asked with a smile, what is my thing there?

Mu Qingyue didn't answer, but Mu Qingyang was suddenly choked by the smoke and coughed several times.

Looking back, Mu Qingyue had already hung up the phone.

Mu Qingyang thought it was funny, and the cigarette he just lit was extinguished by hitting the window sill.There are traces of smoke burns everywhere here, left by the previous resident, it seems that they did not have the habit of using ashtrays.Under the window is the night market, every night is too fragrant and too lively, because of this, the rent price here is so cheap.The light in the room was not turned on, so Mu Qingyang looked at the cigarette in his hand under the light from downstairs, and suddenly thought, after smoking for so long, why did he not know the taste of it after only a few months of quitting .

Teacher Mu’s courseware has returned to its original appearance. Some students asked why they did not continue the previous style. Teacher Mu smiled and asked the students how their monthly exam scores were. Everyone is in the middle and lower classes. To the point where they can be proud, the students are so blocked that they can't speak, and gradually no one asks.

Mu Qingyang still doesn't know how to cook, but he's no longer used to instant noodles, and he doesn't like fast food.He bought a cookbook and learned to cook a simple dish or two, and that alone took two weeks, and it didn't taste good.Mu Qingyang threw away the menu decisively, eating one meal at a time, and stopped eating if he couldn't finish it.

It turned out that Mu Qingyang had brought his own food at noon, which was quite delicious, and he envied many colleagues.Since the new semester, there has been no movement. Instead, they have grabbed the meals in the cafeteria with the students. After a meeting, Yi Zhen, who was walking with Mu Qingyang, finally couldn't help asking: "Why don't you see Teacher Mu bringing food? gone?"

Mu Qingyang was flipping through the tasks sent by the physics team, and casually replied, "It's divided."

Yi Zhen was stunned for a while, and soon realized what was going on with all these changes, and her face turned red because of embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I'm not..."

"It's okay." Mu Qingyang turned his head to look at her, and smiled reassuringly, "It's a small matter."

Yi Zhen was taken aback for another moment, and froze in place.

Mu Qingyang didn't want to leave her directly, and also stopped with her, "What?"

Yi Zhen stared blankly at Mu Qingyang, then lowered her head again, her bangs covered her eyes with a smile, and what she presented to Mu Qingyang was a soft and warm smile, "...you have changed a lot." After finishing speaking, he found that there might be ambiguity in his words, so he quickly added, "It's on the bright side."

"Ah," Mu Qingyang's reaction didn't look surprised. Many people should have said the same thing to him. He nodded at Yi Zhen and said gently, "Thank you." After finishing speaking, Mu Qingyang wanted to leave , Yi Zhen quickly called him again, causing Mu Qingyang to look at her with doubts in his eyes, Yi Zhen couldn't help becoming nervous again, entangled his fingers for a long time, and asked anxiously: "I...do more cooking in the morning, and I can't do it alone. If you can’t finish eating, Teacher Mu, if you don’t mind, I can bring you a portion.”

Yi Zhen didn't dare to stare at Mu Qingyang, and couldn't see Mu Qingyang's face whose smile disappeared for a moment.

He looked down at this woman who was shorter than him. Her face was well maintained, her skin was supple, and her facial features were at best delicate. If you looked closely, you could still see a few faint freckles on her face, which were really ordinary.

Without Zhang Shiyun's pure and beautiful face, and without the beauty and confidence of the proprietress, even Liang Jie is better than her.

She is easy to deal with on weekdays, but she will reveal her thoughts at this time, and it is too easy to be seen clearly.

It's completely different from... him.

The not-so-short silence amplified Yi Zhen's uneasiness, and she couldn't help but look at Mu Qingyang, "Teacher Mu..."

Mu Qingyang, who had no expression at all, just laughed.

"Then I will trouble you later."

There are two mobile phones in Wencheng, one is used in France, the other has no card, and I have never seen him use it... No, it's not that he doesn't use it, how can I say it... Does it count?

Karina "accidentally" glanced at it several times. There were photos and texts. The most frequent sentence she saw was a sentence in Chinese. She wrote it out of her impression. She asked the Chinese students who came with Wencheng. The student looked at the ghost-like characters with complicated expressions, and finally said uncertainly: "...Wait...I go home?"

"Are you sure?" Karina looked at him with interest.

"It should be, it's just this," the man took a pen to circle Karina's word "wait" and wrote it again, "If it's written like this, it's right."

Karina squinted her eyes for a closer look, then clapped her hands, "Yes, that's it. Thank you, little gentleman!"

This is a very common sentence. Karina doesn't know what is necessary to check back and forth. In the end, it can only be attributed to the person who sent this message. Looking back at what Chu Mo said, Karina has already put Wencheng's feelings The relationship is almost understood.

"Luo Hua intends to run water and be ruthless," Karina asked him, leaning against the table in Wencheng, raising her chin, "Is there a saying in China? It's used to describe love that cannot be obtained."

"You have a wide range of reading interests, Karina," Wen Cheng stared intently at the materials scrolling on the computer screen, "I hope you have the same interest in work."

"Okey," Karina raised her hands in a gesture of surrender, "You can't deny it, my little angel, I'm very conscientious during working hours, and now it's off-duty time."

Wen Cheng glanced at her, and Karina was smiling, as if saying, "The weird person is you, not me."

"But I can understand you." Karina was still smiling, but her eyes were full of reason, and her smile was restrained a lot. "After all, what you look like when you're not working..."

There were two little succulents on the table in Wencheng. Karina poked them with her fingertips, and said almost sighing: "Look at those eyes, it seems like I'm about to cry."

Wen Cheng remained silent, and tapped twice on the keyboard with his ring-wearing finger. The information on the computer screen was printed out by the printer. Wen Cheng put away one by one, and signed his name at the end of the last one.He didn't cover it on purpose, so Karina could clearly see the content above.

Insurance beneficiary: Mu Qingyang.

She often feels that the real Wencheng is not what she sees, whether it's his special mobile phone, the ring on his finger, the plants in front of the computer...even his dislike of spicy food and the certainty of his dishes. Little habits like keeping meat apart from vegetarians are incompatible with him.

How to say that feeling...

"There are very clear traces of another person." Yi Zhen bit her chopsticks lightly, lowered her head with a slight smile.

The female teacher sitting opposite Yi Zhen comforted: "Doesn't this mean that Teacher Mu is dedicated? It's all in the past tense. If you work harder, there will always be a chance."

Yi Zhen thought of something, shook his head, with a gentle and sad smile on his face, "He..."