fierce dog

The next morning, when Mo Dong woke up, he was the only one left in the room.

He sat up from the bed in a daze, took out his mobile phone and checked the time, it was almost noon.

Last night, because he was thinking too much in his mind, he lay on the bed half the night without falling asleep. It might be late at night when he really fell asleep, so he got up late today.

Looking at the empty bed next to him, he wondered if Song Zhou suffered from insomnia like him last night.

After washing up and going downstairs, Mo Dong saw Song Zhou in the restaurant.Song Zhou didn't respond when he saw him, and even asked the waiter for the menu for him, as if nothing happened last night.

Mo Dong carefully sat opposite, and looked up at Song Zhou after ordering: "How did you sleep last night?"

"It's okay." Song Zhou replied calmly.

"Oh." Mo Dong nodded slowly, and said, "That's good."

After eating, the two went upstairs to pack their things, and then set off to the scenic spot together.

Song Zhou didn't show any abnormalities along the way, which made Mo Dong a little uncomfortable, but also inexplicably relieved.

Later, he also thought about it. Although he didn't know what Song Zhou was thinking, if he didn't want to mention what happened last night, he didn't have to worry about it.

Just go with the flow, maybe Song Zhou can figure it out first.

The journey soon ended in peace, and when he was about to return, Mo Dong looked at the scenery outside the hotel window and said with some regret: "It's a pity that I didn't see the shooting star. If I can see the shooting star, this trip will be complete... "

Song Zhou who was packing his luggage next to him paused when he heard this, and then said in a low voice, "There will be opportunities in the future."

Mo Dong shrugged his shoulders, accepted the statement, turned around and sat on the already full suitcase, allowing Song Zhou to zip it up smoothly.

After returning to Fencheng, which he had not seen for a long time, Mo Dong threw himself on the bed as soon as he got home—although everything was fresh and beautiful when traveling abroad, but when he returned home, he still felt that only his bed was the most comfortable.

Song Zhou walked in after him, and frowned when he saw Mo Dong lying on the bed without changing his clothes: "Take off your clothes first."

"Ah, wait for a while." Mo Dong buried his face in the soft quilt and sank into it deeply.

Song Zhou looked at Mo Dong helplessly, knowing his laziness and procrastination, so he had to go to the bathroom to change clothes and take a shower.

After Mo Dong procrastinated to the bathroom to take a shower, Song Zhou had already been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and the smell of rice wafted into the bedroom.

After drying the dripping hair, Mo Dong walked to the living room, stood at the kitchen door and looked at Song Zhou.

"Are you starting school tomorrow?" He asked suddenly.

Song Zhou was cooking, without raising his head, he said, "Yeah."

He suddenly brought up another topic: "Do you feel that Fencheng is very cold? After coming back, the temperature has dropped several degrees."

"It's colder than where we went." Song Zhou said.

"I see that your school uniforms are also quite thin. You should wear down jackets to school when school starts tomorrow." Mo Dong said.

Song Zhou stopped cooking and raised his head to look at Mo Dong.

"It's exactly the same as mine." Mo Dong stroked his body with his hand, and said, "I wanted to give it to you before, but I forgot about it after being delayed, and kept it in the cabinet and never took it out."

"Okay." Song Zhou lowered his head again, picked up the vegetables in the pot with a shovel, and turned off the fire.

After finishing speaking, Mo Dong walked out of the kitchen with the plate that Song Zhou handed over, and put it on the dining table.

Based on his understanding of Song Zhou, Song Zhou's natural attitude when getting along with him these two days, and the fact that he just accepted the down jacket he bought calmly, is enough to show that Song Zhou has let go of the past.

well.

Although I don't know why Song Zhou wants to open it, as long as he wants to open it, Mo Dong can finally let go of his hanging heart.

Children are children after all, no matter what ideas they have, they come and go quickly.But that's good too, at least I won't be obsessed with being unable to get out of something.

"Dididi——" the rice cooker beeped.

Mo Dong got up from the dining table and took out a bowl to fill the rice. At this moment, Song Zhou came out of the kitchen with the last dish.

Two people, two dishes, two bowls of rice, work together.

"Let's eat." Mo Dong rolled his eyes and announced.

The next day Song Zhou got up early to go to school. Because it was not the day to go to work, he didn't wake Mo Dong up. He only left breakfast for him, and he could eat it directly in the microwave after waking up.

Before going out, he picked up the down jacket from the sofa - Mo Dong had already taken it out of the cabinet last night and put it on the sofa specially to prevent Song Zhou from forgetting to wear it when he went out.

This down jacket is the same as Mo Dong's, except that Mo Dong's is black, and his is pure white.

The down jacket was very warm. On the way from the community to the school, Song Zhou could not feel the cold winter wind.

When he entered the classroom, because of the heating, he took off his down jacket, folded it carefully and put it on the stool next to him.

Song Zhou has not been at the same table since he transferred from another school. No matter how other people change their seats, the seat next to him is always empty and clean.

——He often felt that other people were too noisy, except for Mo Dong, their voices were too noisy for him.

"Morning, Song Zhou." Li Jingsheng was one of the few people in the class who dared to talk to Song Zhou.Others, especially girls, although they have great fantasies about Song Zhou's face, once they meet his calm and emotionless eyes, they will retreat.

"Is this your clothes?" Li Jingsheng saw the down jacket next to Song Zhou and reached out curiously to take a look.

No wonder she was overly curious, but Song Zhou had never come to school wearing clothes other than school uniform, this was the first time.

"Don't move." Song Zhou stretched out his hand to block Li Jingsheng's, with a warning voice.

Sensing Song Zhou's hostility, Li Jingsheng immediately withdrew her hand and apologized: "Ah, I'm sorry."

She raised her hands, expressing that she would not touch them again, and explained: "I just think it looks good, so I want to take a look. I also wanted to buy a white down jacket before."

Song Zhou didn't speak, lowered his eyes and took out the English book from his schoolbag.

Li Jingsheng withdrew her hand resentfully, looked at Song Zhou's narrow eyelashes and high nose bridge, and secretly thought in his heart that if his personality was better, he would be perfect, and now he is so cold that he looks like a machine instead of a human.

But people can't be perfect. If Song Zhou was handsome, studied well and had a perfect personality, wouldn't the people chasing him have to go to the next school, and how could he be able to get along with him like he is now.

Thinking about it this way, Li Jingsheng felt a little relieved.

"How about a hot face and a cold butt?"

Li Jingsheng raised his head and saw Mo Tian who was leaning against the door frame of the back door, who had been watching them for some time.

"You know a shit." Li Jingsheng had always disliked Mo Tian, ​​and made a bad face at him.

Mo Tian raised his eyebrows indifferently, and his eyes shifted to Song Zhou, thinking of something, he smiled strangely.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Jingsheng raised her hand and touched her arm, feeling like goosebumps were about to come out, "You look exactly like the old hag of the teaching director. I don't know what bad water is pouring into your stomach."

Mo Tian didn't deny it, and his tone raised slightly uncontrollably: "You will know in a few days."

"What!" Li Jingsheng looked at Mo Tian with some distaste, not knowing what kind of medicine he was selling in the gourd, but felt uncomfortable all over, so she got up and left.

After Li Jingsheng left, Song Zhou's surroundings became quiet again.Suddenly, with some exceptions, he raised his head and looked at Mo Tian.

Unexpectedly, the gaze Song Zhou cast on him, Mo Tian paused, and then blurted out: "Did you hang out with Mo Dong a few days ago?"

Song Zhou frowned and stared at Mo Tian, ​​his tone was not warm: "Who did you listen to?"

"What do you think?" Mo Tian smiled, took off the schoolbag behind him and hugged it in his arms, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "You two have been getting so close recently, can't you already live together? ?”

Song Zhou's face darkened instantly, and he warned Mo Tian: "Stay away from him."

Mo Tian shrugged: "What are you talking about? I'm his own younger brother. If it's true, it should be you who want to stay away from him."

Ever since he was directly refuted by Song Zhou last time, Mo Tian already understood that Song Zhou was not a normal person, and he couldn't get along with him at all.

In fact, earlier, after Song Zhou inexplicably attacked him, he knew that Song Zhou was a different kind, but now the different kind played with the different kind. Although it was funny, it was exactly what he wanted.

Mo Tian looked at Song Zhou provocatively, and when he thought that the number one in the school, who was always on top of him, would fall down hard in the near future, he felt refreshed.

But if he can pull Mo Dong down when he falls, that would be perfect.

The author says:

It's been a long time, everyone, I don't know how the holiday is going~

After that, the normal update will resume, see you tomorrow.