Mint-Stained Shirt

When receiving the message from Mingshu, Xiao Yuan immediately asked for leave and rushed to the airport.

There are many people at the airport, Mingshu's orange tracksuit is very eye-catching.He didn't look for long before he saw someone.

The teenager sat on an empty bench, at the farthest corner, with a silver suitcase in front of him, and a squashed backpack on his right hand.

The people around were striding forward, the radio was broadcasting the flight information, Mingshu looked down at his phone, his hair was sprayed with a lot of hairspray, and he stood energetically, with a delicate hairpin pinned on one side.

But no matter how energetically dressed, people are listless.

Xiao Yu'an originally wanted to go to the past, but what can he say in the past?

The relationship between the two of them has been awkward recently, Mingshu avoided him at home, and spoke more politely. In the past, he would rush into the bathroom with only a pair of underwear left, but now he is dressed neatly before and after taking a bath.

It stands to reason that he is an older brother, and he has much more experience than Mingshu.Mingshu is ignorant and loses his temper. He should solve it as easily as before.

But this time it was really not easy.

That night Mingshu was crying while talking, like a child who had absolutely no reason to speak.And he couldn't ignore the child and let him be sad.

Mingshu said a lot of words at once, some of them could be heard as angry words, while others were from the bottom of his heart.

It was the first time he felt at a loss for rejecting someone's love. At that time, he had an idea to coax Mingshu to stop crying, and let him calm down before talking about the rest.

But Mingshu raised his head and said to him, brother, you said I could cry, you said listen to brother.

The softest part of his heart seemed to be stung, so sore and swollen, the unprecedented feeling even made him freeze in place.

He had never been in such a dilemma before.

Yes, he was the one who told Mingshu back then that if you feel sad and wronged, you can cry, and you can cry according to your brother.

Doesn't Mingshu mean that he is very sad and wronged?

Why did he hand over a few pieces of paper and tell Mingshu not to cry?

Things just froze.Human feelings are the biggest variable and the most elusive thing.

When he noticed Mingshu's feelings, he thought that he could handle it as well as those admirers before.

But as soon as the story started, everything went in an unpredictable direction.

Mingshu is not only his admirer, but also his younger brother whom he has loved for more than ten years.He watched Mingshu grow up stumbling, and if Mingshu was in pain, he would be in pain too.

He wanted to talk to Mingshu about that matter several times, but Mingshu was unwilling to mention it.

Thinking about it, I knew that Mingshu was unhappy and felt ashamed.

He didn't think Mingshu was ashamed.That night Mingshu cried until his face was blurred, and finally he led him to the sink to wash.He felt that his chest was stuffy, and he didn't care if he was ugly or not, or if he was embarrassing.

He wanted to wait for Mingshu to calm down, and he himself to calm down again, before talking about this matter.But Mingshu told him again that he couldn't stop, and he wanted to go back.

It's okay to go back, keep a certain distance, and don't have to face each other so preoccupied every day, it's not necessarily a bad thing.And No. 8 Middle School will start in August, Mingshu senior year, shouldn't waste too much time on love.

He is someone who has experienced it, so he has to consider Mingshu first, and this matter cannot affect Mingshu's future.

It was agreed that he would drive Mingshu off at noon today, but the child ran away by himself. Fortunately, he still remembered to send a message.

Xiao Yu'an looked at Mingshu from a distance for a while, and gave up the idea of ​​sitting with Mingshu in the past.

Mingshu is about to become an adult, and he should also learn to digest his emotions.Now that he's in the past, he can't help, but he can make a lot of trouble.

Before Mingshu entered the security checkpoint, he didn't leave. He saw Mingshu biting his ticket, queuing up like a small tree, passing the scanning machine, and then turned and left.

When the team has missions, there are no counts. Xiao Yuan returned to the team from the airport and pondered about Mingshu for a few days, and then the mission came. Once he went out fully armed, even if he was thinking about Mingshu, he could only use it. Work comes first.

Although it is summer vacation, the campus of No. 7 Middle School is very lively every day. Those who graduated from the last year of high school came back to fill in their volunteers, and those who lived close to each other came to play basketball. Those who were particularly hardworking in the third year of high school asked the teacher for the classroom key in July. Come to self-study according to the class time.

When Mingshu walked into the classroom with a bag hanging on one shoulder and two cups of milk tea, he attracted everyone's attention and saluted—even though there were only single-digit students in the classroom at this time.

Mingshu walked in, walked to his seat in the last row, took out a tissue and began to wipe the table.

"Brother Ming!" The math class representative was a mushroom head, who was surprised for a long time and finally came back to his senses, "You, why are you here?"

"Study." Mingshu threw away the dirty paper and took out another sheet, "Same as you."

Everyone here is a hard-working player from class 12 of science, but Mingshu is different. His name has never had anything to do with hard work during his three years in high school.

Mushroom Head and Zhaofeng's ears diagonally in front of him looked at each other, and asked again: "Are you studying too?"

Mingshu clicked his tongue, "I can't study anymore?"

"No, Brother Ming, of course you can learn!" Mushroom Head said, "I'm just curious..."

"Go and write your questions." Mingshu was still in a bad mood and didn't want to talk much, "I'm going to be in my third year of high school soon, so I should spend more time on my studies."

Inexplicably, he was reprimanded by the big brother in their class, and Mushroom head turned back in a daze, really thinking about the problem.

The other students didn't wonder how long it was. They chatted for a while, and the classroom became quiet again.

Although Mingshu is good at fighting, sometimes he is cold-faced and has an aura of [-] meters, but he is not the kind of person who always uses his aura to overwhelm his classmates. The good students and bad students in his class have a good relationship with him, and the girl said he laughed cute.

After clearing the table, Mingshu took out the books and put them away one by one. After thinking for a while, he decided to start with physics.

He bought these books at the bookstore in the morning. He has a mediocre foundation and not low intelligence. The scores of each test depend on whether he worked hard before the test.

The Sea of ​​Questions strategy is the most effective for people like him. After dozens of sets of questions are written, it will immediately show results in the exam.

It was hot in the afternoon, and the cicadas outside the window were chirping. Mingshu felt annoyed at first, but then he couldn't hear the cicadas when he got into the problem.

After 5 o'clock, he finished correcting the wrong question with the answer, put down his pen and stretched, and found a group of people with mushroom heads paying attention to him again.

"Fuck—" he cursed with a smile, "what are you looking at?"

"Brother Ming, what's wrong with you?" Mushroom Head said, "Did something happen to you?"

Those little eyes were quite concerned.Mingshu is fierce when fighting, but he is very sensitive to other people's kindness. If anyone treats him well, he will be soft-hearted, and he can't say a word of seriousness.

"It's okay, I just feel that the foundation is not well laid, and I want to work hard. You want to take the key points, and I also want to go to a good school."

He said this sincerely, not as foolishly as before.

Mushroom Head was immediately moved, "Then if you don't understand anything, feel free to ask me! I can't do anything else, but I'm good at math, so I promise to explain it to you!"

Mingshu smiled and said, "Thank you."

In the evening, everyone had a meal together, and then went back to the classroom to prepare for the battle.

When Mingshu was free, he suddenly remembered that Mushroom Head was bullied by people from other classes in his first year of high school, so he helped him out.It's nothing to him, but Mushroom Head still remembers it.

I don't know if it's because of doing the questions for most of the day, or because of this trivial matter, Mingshu feels that the irritability that was pressing on his heart seems to have dissipated.

He had to run faster.

A week later, senior high school students reported for registration, and No. [-] Middle School was completely bustling.Mingshu tried not to think about being rejected, and focused on catching up with his grades.

At the end of August, there was a preliminary examination in the third year of high school, and then there was the parent meeting. This time the parent meeting was different from the previous ones, it was equivalent to a mobilization meeting.

Ming Shu hesitated for a long time before calling Ming Haofeng.

In elementary school, Ming Haofeng and Wen Yue didn't come to the parent-teacher meeting, but in high school, their relationship eased, and they both moved back. Now they live together and never miss the parent-teacher meeting.

But Mingshu didn't really want them to come to the parents' meeting.

Ming Haofeng asked the time and said he would definitely go.

Forgiveness doesn't matter.

On the day of the parent-teacher meeting, Ming Haofeng really came, and the homeroom teacher praised Mingshu specifically, saying that he had made great progress in the preliminary test, and he was very motivated throughout August, and there were still tough battles ahead, so he had to persevere.

Mingshu didn't go to the teaching building, nor did he go home, and went to the auxiliary building of the third year of high school for self-study alone.After the parent meeting, Ming Haofeng called him and said that he wanted to talk to him about something.

He went.

The father and son walked around the campus together, Ming Haofeng was in a good mood, he asked some questions about his studies, Mingshu answered them indifferently.

When he got near the fountain, Ming Haofeng stopped suddenly, and said in a serious tone, "I discussed with your mother, and I want you to study business. You used to be young and didn't want to go abroad, but now you are so old, you should understand The benefits of going outside for further study. But if you still don’t want to go out, we won’t force you. You can take a management major, study for two years first, and if you want to go out, we will plan.”

The fountain was noisy and rattling, Mingshu turned around, frowning.

His facial features have hinted of sharpness, but he is still a teenager, with the frailty of a teenager, but his eyes are already sharp, and he does not hide or flicker, "What I read and what I will do in the future is up to me."

Ming Haofeng's temper is not as irritable as before, but it is still difficult to accept the indifference and resistance of his only son. Hearing this, he put on a straight face: "We have paved the way for you!"

Mingshu sneered, "Are you so confident that you think I care about the road you paved?"

Ming Haofeng was obviously prepared for this, and suppressed his anger, "I don't want to argue with you. As a parent, it is impossible to harm your own children. You should be sensible. Your teacher said that you have worked hard recently, and next year you want to Get a good grade in the exam. You go back and calm down and think about it carefully, the choice I made for you is the best choice, you will understand."

Mingshu said, "No need."

Ming Haofeng said, "No need?"

"What I mean is, I don't have to think about it anymore." Mingshu snorted contemptuously, "I have already planned my future, I don't need you to intervene, and you can't get in. I don't want to read anything Manager, I want to go to Public Security University like my brother."