Refinement, masculinity

When Meng Ling returned to the classroom after lunch break, he saw Qi Jun sitting in his seat reading a book as if no one else was there, with his slender fingers resting casually, turning a page from time to time. , pleasing to the eye, he sneered in his heart, this man is really looking for opportunities to exude his charm all the time, he stepped forward: "Why are you here?"

Qi Jun seemed to be deeply impressed by the "disgusting smile". The corners of his mouth did not draw a clear curve, but his eyes were soft, with a faint smile, and he still looked like a gentle gentleman. His demeanor remained undiminished. My class is too noisy, so I came here, did you sleep well at noon?"

"It's okay." Meng Ling sat down, briefly glanced at the collection of essays he had put on the table, pretended to be X, picked it up and handed it over.

Qi Jun didn't answer, and gently pushed back: "I remember you said you wanted a copy, but I saw it by chance when I was shopping in a bookstore today, and I bought it specially for you, let's see if you like it."

Meng Ling raised his eyebrows. As far as he could remember, Meng Xiaodong had only visited bookstores a handful of times. It was impossible for him to pay attention to things that cultivated his sentiments. The hypocrite was obviously talking nonsense with his eyes open. It seemed that this was his midday performance. He looked into his eyes and began to test it out. Very good, since he was so tricked, he naturally couldn't waste the opportunity.

Seeing that he was looking down at the cover without opening it, Qi Jun asked hesitantly, "Don't you like it? Before you..."

"I have amnesia, I don't remember," Meng Ling interrupted quickly, then seemed to feel that his tone was a little stiff, paused, and added politely, "Thank you, I will read it when I recover."

Qi Jun narrowed his eyes, this person's reaction to the past Meng Xiaodong was more sensitive than he imagined, is it really what he guessed?He patted his head and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay if you can't remember."

Meng Ling avoided his hand, put the collection of essays into the bookcase, looked indifferent and distant, and did not speak.Qi Jun couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and wanted to comfort him a little more, but at this moment the class bell rang, and he had no choice but to leave. Before he turned around, Meng Ling suddenly stopped him, and after a moment of silence, he said flatly: "You can do it next time. If I want to send something, I will send it after I recover my memory."

Qi Jun was startled, seeing that he waved his hand and didn't want to talk more, so he slowly returned to the classroom, thinking about the various reactions of this person, he felt more and more that his guess was correct, but just in case, it was necessary to clarify, and then to decide on a specific plan.

So in the following time, he always casually brought up some past events. At the beginning, Meng Ling patiently chatted with him, but gradually stopped talking to him, and became like the beginning, with a look of refusal to be thousands of miles away Qi Jun braked in time before he was completely disgusted, and finally confirmed that this person did not like the former Meng Xiaodong. He observed for a moment: "Are you angry?"

"No."

"So you're in a bad mood?"

"No."

Qi Jun was very patient: "Is there something on your mind? If so, you can tell me."

"No."

Qi Jun found that he started to jump out word by word again, and immediately knew that he was annoying. Seeing that he was about to leave, he hurriedly grabbed his arm, trying to add fire to him when he was in a bad mood , to force the truth out.

Meng Ling looked at his hands and then at him, with a look of disgust.

Qi Jun: "..."

Qi Jun silently swallowed a mouthful of aggrieved blood, stared at him without blinking, and said in a sad tone, "What's the matter with you? Didn't we agree to be friends? It's fine this morning. Is there something I did wrong? Is it? Or do you not like me always mentioning things from the past?"

Meng Ling's expression at this moment is not pretending, it's because he really doesn't want to chat with hypocrites, he's acting in his true colors, but he doesn't want to go back, he has to sing the trick, he slowly breaks away, his voice is very weak: "Okay, then I'll just talk clear."

Qi Jun looked at him with focused eyes.

"You know, I didn't believe you at first, but later I heard so many people saying that we were lovers that I could barely believe it, and then I broke up with you. I said you can wait for me to recover, but you have to start again," Meng Ling paused, and said softly, "To be honest, after getting along with you all morning, I don't think you are as miserable as you imagined. If you keep doing this, I don't mind being friends with you, but the premise is that you don't take The mind of that person before dealing with it is on me."

Qi Jun asked knowingly, "What do you mean?"

"I don't like me in the past, and I don't even want to get those memories back." Meng Ling looked indifferent, "I asked people around me about my previous personality, and it's not like me at all. Although I lost my memory, I have my own thoughts And judgment, I don't like everything to be involved in the past, you like him, if you want to be courteous or have other purposes, please wait, am I clear enough?"

Qi Jun stared into his eyes, wanting to see if there were any other emotions, but after observing for a long time, he found nothing, so he could only say: "But you obviously..."

"It's the same person, I know this, and I also know that maybe one day I'll be cured and I'll be back to the old me again." Meng Ling looked at him coldly, "So before I recover, let me be quiet for a while, if you I still want to talk about being friends, yes, I have no objection, but you'd better accept your thoughts."

He wants Qi Jun to distinguish between the past and the present, and then understand who is the one to please, what to do and how to say it.

Qi Jun never disappoints, he sighed: "Okay, I will pay attention."

Meng Ling hummed: "If I can't recover, what will you do? Don't make it hard to tell who is who."

Qi Jun looked at him directly: "Don't worry, I will always be able to figure out who the person I really like is the first time."

Meng Ling knew that he was paving the way for the future, but he had shown too much affection for Meng Xiaodong recently, so naturally he couldn't transfer his love so quickly, so he had to say this.

"That's good." Meng Ling glanced at him, turned and left.

The class bell rang quickly, and it was already the fourth class. Meng Ling propped his head on one hand, looked at the spitting teacher in boredom, and slowly passed the time, but at this moment, a sad voice suddenly rang in his ears It sounded quite familiar: "I am so heartbroken."

Meng Ling slipped his hand and almost bumped his head against the table. He hurriedly sat upright, knowing that it was a voice transmission. Duan Cheng should be in mid-air now, but he could hear what he said, so he covered his mouth and squeezed words through his teeth: "What's wrong?"

"Don't mention it. When I got home, my grandpa had already left. The first thing he did after leaving customs was to find my grandma, but my grandma went to stay at a friend's house some time ago. That person and my grandpa are also good friends. It's just a man, my grandfather ran to beat someone without saying a word, no one can stop this matter."

Meng Ling silently imagined the scene of two old men rolling into a ball, swinging each other to death with a walking stick, and an old woman standing next to him. He was silent for a moment: "...that's too cruel."

"No, if it were me, I would fight too," Duan Cheng paused, and said sadly, "So I wanted to cheer him up and let him come back to help when he was exhausted, but when I arrived The owner of that house was drinking tea, and then my grandpa was already holding my grandma to have sex."

"..." Meng Ling said, "This one is even more brutal."

"That's right," Duan Cheng groaned, "It's fine to get lost once, but I've waited for a long time, and they're endless. Maybe I can add a little uncle or aunt this time."

"..." Meng Ling opened his mouth and then opened his mouth again, his expression was stiff, "It's so insane."

"...Huh?" Duan Cheng felt something was wrong, "Why?"

"May I ask them how long they live?"

"It's hundreds of years old." Duan Cheng said for a while, and suddenly realized, "Daughter-in-law, age is not a problem for monks, and it has no effect on appearance. They look young, and monks can live for a long time. It’s common, let’s not talk about them, just talk about my family, my second brother is almost a hundred years older than me, but he’s only four or five years younger than me.”

Meng Ling had heard from him before that a monk sometimes retreated once, and it might last for a hundred years in a flash, but the mental memory just now had not completely disappeared, and he couldn't regain his senses for a while.

"Daughter-in-law? Daughter-in-law?" Duan Cheng was worried, "What's wrong with you, daughter-in-law?"

Meng Ling was still slowly digesting. By the way, he sorted out the refreshed worldview, and subconsciously said, "I'm fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class looked over in unison, even the teacher glared at him.

Meng Ling's face was paralyzed.

The teacher took another look at him, knowing that he was an orphan, and he might not be able to go to high school, so he went to stand outside after giving a warning, and then continued to teach.

"Daughter-in-law," Duan Cheng's voice was very cautious, "Why don't you say one more thing? That way you can come out."

Meng Ling: "..."

After getting along for this period of time, Duan Cheng got to know his wife better, and when he saw his eyes turned cold, he immediately knew that he was going to be unlucky, and coughed dryly: "Then what... I'll go and see my grandpa again, squatting outside and waiting He's done rolling the sheets, that's it, I'm leaving."

Meng Ling: "..."

After class, the dormmates asked the reason curiously. Meng Ling didn't answer, and walked out in silence. Just after going downstairs, a hypocrite's voice sounded from behind, still so gentle: "Xiaodong, wait a minute."

He paused, looked back, and found that Le Rong was there, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "I think I've made it clear enough."

"I thought about a class, you are right," Qi Jun looked at him, "I will wait for you to recover, we are friends during this time, and she," he pulled Le Rong over, "she and You don't match, but I like you now, and I want to chat with you."

Meng Ling sneered in his heart, a hypocrite always knows what he likes, since he doesn't like Meng Xiaodong now, the hypocrite has to try his best to belittle Meng Xiaodong and praise him, but if the hypocrite said this, it would be too fickle, so he had to let others Open your mouth, and Le Rong happens to be a good candidate.

He still needs to continue laying the groundwork for his goal, so naturally he won't refuse, and his expression is slightly relaxed: "Okay, let's go."