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"There's still work to do." Song Zhou said.

Mo Dong's fingers that were pinching the vermicelli paused, and asked, "What's the business?"

"I took the first place in the exam, and you also read the transcript."

"and then?"

"You promised before."

Mo Dong thought for a while, and said, "I haven't left yet, and I still treat you to a big goose stew in an iron pot."

Song Zhou frowned in dissatisfaction: "It's April now, and there are still two months before the college entrance examination. What are you going to do after that?"

Mo Dong finally caught the vermicelli, and quickly ate it with his mouth.

"Have you considered it?" Song Zhou asked directly.

Mo Dong knew what he was asking, but he didn't have any idea now, he could only say vaguely: "Let's have a look again."

"If you take the postgraduate entrance examination directly now, the chance of being admitted to Peking University will be very low, but if you take the entrance examination to the School of Education of Peking University first, it will be much easier." Song Zhou has already helped Mo Dong consider these issues, including what to do next, He has already thought about it, and now he is waiting for Mo Dong to nod.

"That's it," Mo Dong finally swallowed the vermicelli in his mouth, looked at Song Zhou with rare serious eyes, and said unhurriedly: "I don't have a job now, and I don't have a source of income. I have to find a job, otherwise I might not even be able to afford the daily rent for next month. You know the situation of my family, I have already decided not to associate with them in the future, so naturally I can’t ask them for money anymore.

"You said that in this situation, how could I calm down and prepare for the exam?"

I don't know how long Mo Dong had been thinking about these words in his heart, but at this moment all his thoughts poured out towards Song Zhou.

"If it wasn't for you, I would have gone to other cities and found a new job. Even if the salary may not be high, at least I can barely live on. My requirements are not high, you know.

"Now you insist on letting me stay in Fencheng and wait for your college entrance examination to end. It was indeed I who first proposed to take care of you until you go to college, so I will stay and wait until you get admitted Notice. But this does not mean that I have other agreements with you.

"When you go to university, we will still go our separate ways. You go to your Tsinghua University and Peking University, and welcome a beautiful new life. I will find a city that suits my heart, and go to the nine-to-five class again. Isn't this the best of both worlds? ?”

Silence spread on the dinner table, and Song Zhou has been silent since Mo Dong said the first sentence, with his eyes downcast, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a while, Mo Dong seemed to feel a little embarrassed, he put a piece of meat into Song Zhou's bowl, and said, "Let's eat first, the soup will be dry soon."

Song Zhou didn't say a word until the end of the meal. He didn't eat a few mouthfuls of this delicious stewed goose in an iron pot, but he would just put Mo Dong in his bowl and eat it. He didn't even take his chopsticks at other times.

Walking back downstairs to the apartment, Mo Dong felt a strange feeling in his heart.

In fact, he had expected that Song Zhou would not be able to accept it for a while, but the other party's silent state still made him a little uneasy.

He has been thinking about these words for a long time today. He doesn't think he has the time and energy to prepare for the exam, and even if he does pass the exam, where will he get the tuition and living expenses?

So it's really not that he is not moved, but that the facts are right in front of him, leaving him with nothing to do.

Moreover, Song Zhou's confession to him before seemed to be vivid in his memory, since he didn't have that idea, let alone delay him any longer.

There was a sentence he didn't say in the restaurant just now.He can understand Song Zhou's persistence in being with him, because Song Zhou may have him in his vision of the future.But he is different, he is already very tired, so tired that he doesn't want to accommodate anyone anymore.

He didn't want to bear with him because he cared about Mo Tian's saying when he was a child that I love my brother the most in the world; and he didn't want to stay in the place that didn't belong to him just because he was greedy for the family affection that Mo Xiangqiang occasionally brought him. At home; I don't want to compromise again and again because I don't want to hurt Song Zhou, and in the end it hurts him and Song Zhou.

In his future and his presupposed new life, there has always been only himself.

Standing under the street lamp, Song Zhou looked up at Mo Dong.

"It's getting late, you should go home first." Mo Dong said first.

Song Zhou stood still and looked at Mo Dong without moving.

Mo Dong didn't choose to back down, but just repeated in a soft voice: "You go back quickly, I'm going to go to bed too."

When he opened his legs and was about to turn around, Song Zhou finally opened his mouth and said in a calm voice, "You never thought of being with me, did you?"

The body paused, and then Mo Dong replied without thinking: "Yes."

"why?"

"No why."

Mo Dong turned around and looked at Song Zhou: "I don't want to lie to you, but I really don't want to be with you. Whether it's just living together or being together in another sense, I have never thought about it."

Time seemed to stop at that moment, and Song Zhou felt that he could not move his whole body, as if he was frozen, and his body would be smashed to pieces if he moved.

He heard his trembling and hoarse voice asking persistently, "Why?"

"I don't know either, Song Zhou, I can't tell you clearly." Mo Dong said, "You are only 18 years old this year, and now you are just like a drowning man catching a driftwood, and then feel that the driftwood The wood is your whole world. But when you go ashore, you will find that the whole world is better than this old piece of wood."

"No—" Song Zhou's voice was trembling.He wanted to refute Mo Dong's words, telling Mo Dong that he was not a broken and old piece of wood, but the most precious existence.

It's a pity that Mo Dong didn't give him this chance: "I promised you to stay because I don't want to ruin you like this. You have a too stubborn temper. I'm really afraid that you will be impulsive. But all this is only until the college entrance examination, and I will still I will go back to my own life, don't think about threatening me with grades, I will only do the same trick once."

It is now spring, but the weather has not yet warmed up, and the nights in early April are as cold as winter nights.

Mo Dong had already walked into the apartment without looking back, as freely and freely as if he had made up his mind, without any hesitation.

Song Zhou stood straight under the street lamp, with what Mo Dong said just now echoing in his ears, his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

2楼、3楼、4楼.....18楼、19楼，电梯停了。

Mo Dong stepped out of the elevator, found the room accurately, took out the room card and opened the door.

When he was changing shoes in the entrance, he thought he should ask Song Zhou to get another room card back, anyway, he would not need it in the future.

He went to the kitchen to fill the kettle with boiling water, walked to the sofa and sat down, staring blankly at the coffee table in front of him.

After a while, the kettle made a beeping sound.He went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, paused when he was about to go back to the room, and suddenly changed direction, walking towards the window of the living room.

Sure enough, Song Zhou still stood downstairs and did not leave.

The fingers holding the water glass tightened, Mo Dong decisively closed the curtains, turned and walked into the room.

Boys will experience lovelorn along the way of growth.When he was in junior high school, he had a crush on the boy at the front desk, and then he fell in love completely when he saw him holding hands with Banhua.After that, he didn't sleep or eat for three consecutive days. In the end, Mo Xiangqiang found out that something was wrong and forced him to drink a bowl of rice.

So no matter how uncomfortable Song Zhou is now, it won't last long. Even if it won't get better in a few days, it should be better in a few dozen days.

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More tomorrow too.