fierce dog

On the way back, the atmosphere was very silent, neither Mo Dong nor Song Zhou spoke first.

Song Zhou didn't talk much, and Mo Dong was thinking about things—thinking about what Song Zhou said just now, and also thinking about Mo Tian who suddenly appeared.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the cold wind whizzed past. The pedestrians on the street shrank their necks from the cold and walked back quickly.

"I never asked you." Mo Dong couldn't help but speak first, he looked up at Song Zhou's profile, "Why did you and Mo Tian fight before?"

Song Zhou replied quickly: "It seems that he is not happy."

"Why? Isn't Mo Tian always very attractive?"

Song Zhou glanced sideways at Mo Dong: "Is there any?"

"Well, at least the people around me are like this." Mo Dong has never heard of anyone around him who doesn't like Mo Tian. Instead, he has heard a lot of people saying that he is not as good as Mo Tian. If you like it.

he is used to it

Song Zhou didn't say a word, he reached for the shopping bag in Mo Dong's hand, and walked straight into the community.

Song Zhou was in charge of the dinner, and Mo Dong wandered around the kitchen. Finally, Song Zhou dismissed him as being in the way and kicked him out.

With nothing to do, he had to find something else to do, but he scanned the living room and found nothing that needed to be cleaned. Everywhere was clean, even the dirty clothes that had piled up in the corner for a long time had been washed and hung on the balcony .

He had no choice but to wash an apple, sit on the sofa and turn on his phone while biting - after all, it was not long before the Chinese New Year, and he had to buy something new.

I just bought a down jacket some time ago. It should be no problem to survive this winter, so I don’t need to buy it again.Instead, I should buy a scarf and gloves. Song Zhou's hands were red from the cold on the way back today.

Mo Dong picked a cheap and affordable store on the Internet, bought two sets of scarves and gloves directly, and then threw the phone aside in satisfaction, bit the last bite of the apple, and threw the core into the trash can.

When it was time to eat, Mo Dong suddenly thought of a question, raised his head and asked Song Zhou: "Aren't you making up lessons during the winter vacation?"

Song Zhou said concisely: "No."

"Why?" When Mo Dong was in high school, he had no winter and summer vacations, and spent every day in make-up classes, even the usual weekends.If there is no other way, others are making up for it. If you don’t make up for it, you will be left behind, and you will not be able to get back if you chase after it.

"Why do you need to make up?" Song Zhou's eyes showed doubts, "I have never attended a cram school."

"..." Mo Dong showed a forced smile, "Your classmates will definitely want to beat you to death when they hear you say so lightly."

"why?"

"You don't need to know." Mo Dong sandwiched a piece of ribs for him, "Come on, eat more meat, so you can resist beating later."

Although Song Zhou said that he doesn't need to make up lessons, Mo Dong still thinks about it. After all, he is already in his third year of high school, and he will take the college entrance examination in half a year, so he can't relax at this juncture.

"Where's your book, and winter vacation homework?" Mo Dong asked.

"En." Song Zhou responded.

"Then go do your homework later, and I'll wash the dishes. From now on, you don't have to do anything except cooking, just concentrate on your studies, and I'll do the rest." Mo Dong said, "Where are the books? You take them out now." Come on, I'll do the dishes."

"The book is at home."

Mo Dong paused his fingers while cleaning the bowls and chopsticks, and raised his head to look at Song Zhou.

Song Zhou's expression remained unchanged: "I'll go back and get it later."

"Then, you, that," Mo Dong didn't know what to say, and the language was confused for a while before reorganizing, "Can you meet your dad when you go back and get it?"

Song Zhou looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, "He is usually not at home at this time."

"sure?"

"Ah."

Mo Dong was still not at ease, the way Song Zhengguo beat Song Zhou that day was still fresh in his mind, what if he really met him.

"Let me go up and get it with you," he said.

"No." Song Zhou refused without thinking.

Mo Dong didn't care whether he agreed or not, and insisted: "I don't trust you to go up by yourself, and the weather has been cold recently, you only wear this set of clothes, why don't you have to bring some winter clothes back? There are so many things, you are alone Can't take it."

"That's not okay." Song Zhou stood up and put the empty bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, "Don't even think about it."

Sitting on the dining chair, Mo Dong curled his lips. This kid is too stubborn, and he is not likable at all.

While Mo Dong was washing the dishes, Song Zhou stood at the door of the kitchen and said to him, "I'll go up."

"Okay." Mo Dong didn't turn his head, and didn't ask to follow him again, as if he was no longer interested in going upstairs with Song Zhou.

Song Zhou walked out with confidence, put on his coat, and opened the door.

As soon as the door was closed, Mo Dong, who had an indifferent face just now, immediately dropped the bowl in his hand, didn't even have time to wipe the water droplets on his hand, and rushed out in slippers.

When he walked quickly up the stairs on the third floor, Song Zhou just opened the door, and when the door was about to close, he rushed up and grabbed the doorknob.

"Huh—" He panted, straightened up after a second, and as expected, he saw Song Zhou's shocked and angry face.

The plan was successful.

"Oh, I'm not wearing a coat. It's so cold. Let me in." Mo Dong rubbed his arms pretendingly, and squeezed in before Song Zhou could react.

Song Zhou turned around and stared at Mo Dong, probably wanting to get angry, but because he had never gotten angry at Mo Dong before, he didn't know how to get angry.

Mo Dong knew him well a long time ago, and he was not afraid of him at all, he yelled at him in a low voice: "Close the door quickly, the wind is blowing in."

Then he turned around and began to look at the place in front of him where Song Zhou lived since he was a child.

Contrary to expectations, Song Zhou's house was very clean and tidy, without the clutter as imagined.

Maybe because he could hear the sound of things being smashed upstairs every day, and Song Zhengguo is not a normal person, so he subconsciously felt that Song Zhou's house must be a mess, and there was no intact place.

He was wrong.

"Which room is yours?" He turned around and asked Song Zhou.

Song Zhou looked at Mo Dong helplessly, and he couldn't get angry any longer, so he raised his finger after a few seconds of stalemate.

"Oh." Mo Dong nodded, walked over and opened the door.

Because it is upstairs and downstairs, Song Zhou has the same layout as his house, with a master bedroom and a second bedroom.

Song Zhou's room is in the second bedroom, it's not big, there is only a bed and a cabinet in it, nothing else.

After Mo Dong walked into the room, Song Zhou also walked in, and locked the door with his backhand. The movement was very smooth, as if he had done it countless times.

Mo Dong turned to look at him, and asked a little strangely: "Where do you usually read, why is there no table in the room?"

Song Zhou ignored his question, opened the cabinet door, took out the schoolbag inside, and took out some winter clothes from inside.

Mo Dong knew that Song Zhou was upset because he didn't listen to him, so he followed him on his own initiative.

But he was really worried about Song Zhou coming back alone. If he really happened to meet Song Zhengguo, he didn't dare to think about what might happen next.

So even if he is useless, at least he can see Song Zhou with his own eyes to make sure he is fine, so that he can feel at ease.

The room was very quiet, and neither of them spoke first.

Mo Dong sat down beside Song Zhou's bed—this feeling was amazing, his home was across a floor under his feet, and he could hear it when he stomped his feet here.

If he also lives in the second bedroom, maybe the two of them can stick their heads out of the window and whisper a few words secretly at night.

"Let's go." Song Zhou packed his schoolbag and clothes, interrupting Mo Dong's fantasy.

Mo Dong came back to his senses and raised his head to look at him: "Are these few clothes enough?"

"Ah."

"Okay," Mo Dong stood up from the bed and said, "Let's go back."

Song Zhou opened the bedroom door, and Mo Dong followed behind him, but he bumped into his back just two steps away.

He cried out in pain, raised his head to ask Song Zhou why he stopped suddenly, and saw Li Yan who came back from the living room at some time.

Li Yan was holding a kettle in her hand, probably wanting to boil water.

"Mom." Song Zhou called her.

Li Yan ignored him, but looked at Mo Dong behind him.

Song Zhou moved a little to the side, blocking Mo Dong's body, and said, "I'm coming back to get something."

Li Yan still stood there without saying a word.

Mo Dong didn't know if he should go out to say hello to Li Yan in this atmosphere, or just stay behind Song Zhou obediently.

Song Zhou stood in front of him, so close that he could even feel the tense muscles all over Song Zhou's body.

"Don't come back soon," Li Yan finally said first, looking at the clothes in Song Zhou's arms expressionlessly, "Your father is very angry because of entering the police station, don't appear in front of him until he calms down. "

After she finished speaking, she turned and went into the kitchen without asking where Song Zhou was going or why Mo Dong was here.

Indifferent as if Song Zhou was not his son.

The author says:

continue tomorrow