Maltose [ABO]

Dongniang chose the members of the choir, and Tang Jinshui stood in the center and sang the loudest.

Dongniang wants Mai Qingtian to be the conductor.

Mai Qingtian didn't know it at all, so he slowly refused.

Dongniang took his hand and said softly, "I'll just teach you, don't worry."

Mai Qingtian looked at the rows of students with clean faces, and then at the one who was hiding in the crowd but was the most conspicuous, and felt a little relieved.

The taste of malt sugar in his mouth has not dissipated, and there is still a sweet and fragrant taste between his lips and teeth.

Tang Jinshui's gaze collided with his, which made Mai Qingtian's head buzz for a moment.

How much he longed to be able to stand in that position.

But he can't.

He didn't dare to be so ostentatious.

So he said no.

Dongniang looked rather disappointed.

Mai Qingtian couldn't bear to comfort her and said: "Master, let's do it next time."

Dongniang sighed softly, Mai Qingtian's mother was not in good health, and she always went to see Dr. You for medical treatment, the two of them ran into each other once, and they became familiar with each other after going back and forth.Later, when Mai Qingtian went to middle school, the two discovered that they still had this relationship, so Mr. Zhang also paid special attention to Mai Qingtian.

Dongniang's heart turned, and she sighed, "You child."

Mai Qingtian rushed to the store as soon as school was over. The business has not been very good recently, so he lingered at the door for a long time before walking in.

Entering this door has been much more difficult recently than it used to be.

He is always worried about his mother's health.

Inside the shop, my mother was dozing off behind the counter.

As soon as Mai Qingtian walked over, his mother woke up.

The two smiled at each other.

Mai Qingtian took out the maltose, put it on the table and said, "Mom, this is made by my classmate, come and taste it, it moistens the lungs and relieves cough."

Mother coughed twice, leaned over to the table, and asked, "Which classmate gave it to you?"

"A girl." Mai Qingtian lied with lowered eyes.

"That's good." The mother seemed relieved, "The process of making this thing is complicated, and there are some fresh egg yolk cakes at home. When the time comes, you can wrap a few in return."

Mai Qingtian let out an "ah", indicating that he knew.

"Is today better?"

Sitting behind the counter, my mother raised her eyes to see the empty store, and yawned, her eyes watering.

"Since you entered middle school, for some reason, the business has started to decline. You rarely see a few people during the day, but there are more people after dinner in the evening."

Mai Qingtian smiled slightly and said, "Your mother has worked hard."

The mother waved her hand, as if she still had a handkerchief in her hand, "It's not hard, our mother and I will have to rely on this shop to live in the future."

Mai Qingtian nodded.

When he was doing his homework, his mother supported his head beside him and asked him, "Is the homework difficult recently?"

Mai Qingtian shook his head.

"My Tian'er has been smart since he was a child." His mother narrowed her eyes and smiled charmingly, "Just like your father."

Mai Qingtian's heart skipped a beat, recently his mother always brought up her father uncharacteristically, as if she wanted to count out the past of the two of them.

Just after saying a few words, my mother started coughing again.

Mai Qingtian couldn't help turning his head to the side, and looked at his mother worriedly.

A few months ago, Mai Qingtian's mother had a bad trachea for the past few years. She went to see the doctor, and the doctor said that it seemed to be some kind of chronic disease. In the past few years, she had to drink loquat cream to fight it off in autumn.

But in the early summer of this year, it was drenched in the rain, and I got a summer cold. Coupled with some problems with the trachea, I started to have a fever again and again.

Fortunately, it was a holiday at that time, and Mai Qingtian wore a mask in front of the sick bed and watched over his mother for a week.

Later, it recovered, but my body became weaker, especially the throat problem became more serious.

Mai Qingtian stopped studying and made a pot of tea for his mother.

Seeing him fetching new tea leaves, his mother felt distressed and blamed him for wasting them.

Mai Qingtian just smiled like this, while dealing with his mother, feeling sore in his heart.

As far as I can remember, his Pu'er Longjing Dahongpao has never been broken. My mother loves to drink tea, fruit tea, and scented tea.

Knowing that she loved to drink, my father bought a set of good tea sets at a high price especially for my mother to drink tea.

But all of this is gone because of me.

Mai Qingtian's hand that was pouring hot water trembled, and some water spilled outside.

The mother exclaimed, and hurried over to check Mai Qingtian's hand.

"How about it, isn't it hot?"

"No."

"I think you're hungry." Seeing that the child was fine, the mother was relieved. She held Mai Qingtian's hand with her calloused hands and said, "Mother, bring you a baby." Good stuff to go."

As she said that, she let go of her hand and went to the cabinet door of the counter to dig.

When he returned to the small table next to him, he already had an extra package in his hand.

Mai Qingtian opened the oiled paper bag, and there were several crispy crispy scallion pancakes inside.

"I won't be home until after nine o'clock." The mother looked at him tenderly and said, "Eat, you will have the energy to study when you are full, and you won't have the energy to help your mother settle accounts if you are hungry for a while."

Mai Qingtian was even more puzzled, this age was when he was trying his best to grow taller, logically speaking, his mother shouldn't let him eat like this.

Although I thought so in my heart, there was no reason to let go of the good things I put on my mouth.As he looked at the thousand-layer scallion pancake, his mouth watered.Mai Qingtian couldn't wait to take a bite of the cold shortbread, then took a piece of malt candy and put it in his mother's mouth.

My mother also smiled after eating. Even though there was still a hideous scar on her face that pierced half of her cheek, she smiled so beautifully.

On the day of the celebration, nine classes from the three divisions of the middle school all put on a show, and the whole show lasted for an hour.

There are more than 300 people in each class, and these two to [-] people move stools and sit under the temporary platform, sitting there watching the play head by head.

Because the time was too long, the principal allowed the students to bring their own drinks and fruits.

Mai Qingtian also brought something on this day.

The lower grades of middle school sat on the far left, and their third class was at the back, and because Mai Qingtian's character was relatively tall, so when they sat down, they were already far away from the table.

The announcer held a loudspeaker and spoke names one after another in a passionate tone.

Finally arrived at their class.

The sixteen-member choir finally turned into a big show by three classes, with a total of nearly 70 people.

Both men and women are dressed in new-age student uniforms, fluttering in the wind in the early November weather, exuding vigorous vitality.

Standing at the front is Qing Yu.

Looking at it this way, she seems to have opened up a lot, her shoulders have become stronger, and her figure has become taller.

At the age of 17, she is already a big girl.

Many people below began to commotion.

A second-year student not far to the right of Mai Qingtian commented, "This is an Omega, he looks really handsome."

"Aren't you myopic, how can you see?"

"Rely on imagination, you can tell by looking at the curve of the body."

"Curve?" The man became annoyed when he heard it, "Have you ever touched a woman?"

The voice of the person who started talking lowered, "Then I'm really a hooligan."

"There's already an Alpha in our class who has tried it out, but it's a pity it's a male Beta."

"Southern wind?"

Mai Qingtian couldn't hear the words after that, because the chorus had already started.

Sitting on Mai Qingtian's left is a male Beta, whose name he doesn't remember.

This person seems to have a good relationship with Tang Jinshui.

In fact, Tang Jinshui has a good relationship with everyone in the class.

But he is not the kind of fake sunshine, fake positive.

For example, this time, Tang Jinshui was not very interested in the chorus.

But after the people in Dongniang's class asked again and again, when they asked Mai Qingtian again, Tang Jinshui suddenly agreed.

When Tang Jinshui came out, the male Beta still saw his porcelain-white face from such a long distance.

The commotion of the crowd grew louder.

Drums sounded.

Gradually, it became more and more dense, and the passionate and low-pitched drums hit everyone's heart.

cymbal up.

Gongs and drums sounded together.

"Resign from the head of state, and the prime minister will punish the traitors."

"The salty song "Broken Array Music" is for the people of Taiping."

Dozens of people chanted, and the spirit of killing Ling Ran suddenly swept over, making one's liver and gallbladder tremble.

"The emperor's style of the four seas is quilt, and the thousand years of virtue and water are clear."

"Let's not wear military uniforms, today's success."

The voice of singing gradually rose, and the sound of the horn blew victory and the future.

New era;

Oh new era.

It seems someone is talking.

It seemed that someone was crying.

Some people's eyes are red, it is joy.

Some people's eyes are red, which is worried.

The crowd seemed to be boiling.

Mai Qingtian's blood also boiled.

The drumbeats on the stage became more and more intense, and then someone suddenly limp and fell down.

The roar of the crowd almost overwhelmed the singing of the majestic music.

Mai Qingtian smelled a faint and desolate smell, and he thought to himself: So someone is in heat.