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Gao Boxin moved quickly, stood up quickly before others noticed his embarrassment, and tried to change the subject by bending down to pick up the fruit.

"Auntie, the oranges you bought this time are quite sweet, where did you buy them?" He picked up an orange and put it in front of his nose and sniffed it.

"Oranges are not sweet, they are very sour! My mother told me that it will take a while before I can eat them." Cao Anning, who was sitting in front of the TV, turned her head and said enthusiastically.

Gao Boxin silently put down the orange.

"Let me think about it," Cao Mingyi opened the thermos bucket on the side, scooped a bowl of soup from it, and said while drinking, "He said that there is a classmate in the school who is very good, he is very good at studying, he is very smart, and he treats him very well." Yes, he decided to go to that classmate's house for tutoring in the future, and he will never come to me after school."

My aunt added on the side: "He also asked me to introduce a few more dishes that are suitable for cooking in other people's homes. He said that he wanted to cook some delicious food for that classmate. Gao Boxin's cooking skills were taught by me. Is the food okay? Boy."

Tong Mo nodded: "Well, it's quite delicious."

Gao Boxin coughed a few times but couldn't interrupt the chat of these people, so he resignedly picked a topic and cut in: "Auntie, don't call him Xiaotong, it sounds a little weird."

"What's that called?" my aunt asked.

Originally, Gao Boxin wanted to say, if he wasn't called Xiaotong, he would naturally be called Xiaomo.

But he couldn't get it out of his mouth for some reason, and suddenly changed into: "Just call me Tong Mo, don't you also call me by my name? Aunt."

"How can you be the same? Tong Mo looks delicate, clean, polite and well-educated. It looks like he was raised at home with care." The aunt said with a smile, "Ask him, someone takes care of him at home." Is his name Tong Mo?"

Gao Boxin instantly remembered the "Momo" that Tong Mo called out in his WeChat, and he coughed twice again.

Tong Mo didn't pay much attention to the issues they discussed.

When he heard his aunt say that he was raised by his family, he subconsciously looked at Gao Boxin.

He was indeed, but Gao Boxin?

They're the same age, so there shouldn't be much difference.

According to Gao Boxin, he lived alone and cooked and ate by himself since he was a child. Where did his parents and the family who were supposed to take care of him go?

Holding the water glass in his hand, Tong Mo listened to the voices of the two people talking beside him. Gao Baixin didn't hear any unhappiness in his voice, but he somehow felt that the water in the glass seemed a little bit bitter.

Gao Boxin obviously didn't care about what his aunt said.

He sat on a low stool with Cao Mingyi for a while, and Cao Mingyi chatted with him while eating, and he basically answered Cao Mingyi's questions.

Gao Boxin has been paying attention to Tong Mo's expression, he can see that Tong Mo is not comfortable staying here.

So he didn't stay long, and after Cao Mingyi finished his meal, he got up and said that they should leave.

His aunt stuffed him with a bag of oranges, saying they were sweeter than the oranges on the tea table, and told him to finish them as soon as possible.

"Should Tong Mo take some fruit back too?" the aunt said enthusiastically.

"No need, Auntie, I have fruit at home, and I can't finish it all by myself," Tong Mo said.

The aunt was taken aback, Gao Boxin didn't wait for her to ask a question, and pulled Tong Mo out of the door.

"Remember to call me if you have any difficulties in school or in life. Don't let me know that you have encountered difficulties every time you make trouble in the office." Cao Mingyi followed and stood at the door and said something.

Gao Boxin hummed, "Got it."

Tong Mo followed Gao Boxin downstairs, walked to the window of the building, Gao Boxin raised his head and glanced in the direction of the third floor.

Night had fallen, and the streetlights in the old neighborhood were broken. The lights in the room contrasted sharply with the gloom downstairs.

Tong Mo took out his phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and shone at their feet.

Gao Boxin walked to the side of the bicycle shed, followed the light of Tong Mo's phone to find his own bicycle, rode out, and parked in front of Tong Mo.

"This is where my mother grew up." After Tong Mo sat in the back seat, Gao Boxin looked up at the third floor and said something.

Tong Mo looked at Gao Boxin in surprise.

"That is to say, this is my mother's natal family, and she didn't move out until she got married. Later, my uncle got married, and this became my uncle's house." Gao Boxin said calmly, "I I have been very close to my uncle since I was a child, and then something happened in my family, so he became my legal guardian."

"My uncle is very kind to me. Although we don't live together, he cares about my life very much. He is a qualified guardian." Gao Boxin said in a low voice.

Tong Mo searched in his mind for what to say at this moment, but the search was fruitless, and he couldn't say anything.

"I just want to tell you what happened. This place is already my uncle's home. It no longer belongs to my mother, and it has nothing to do with me." Gao Boxin said again.

Tong Mo nodded cautiously.

Gao Boxin looked back at him: "So do you want to visit my house?"

Tong Mo looked at him for a while, and a question mark slowly appeared in his eyes.

He thought this was not Gao Boxin's home, and that was the reason why Gao Boxin was willing to bring him here.

Gao Boxin's real home, where he and his family lived, should not be willing to be entered by outsiders.

After all, no matter what happened, Gao Boxin should be the only one left there.

"I've already been to your house, and it's normal for me to invite you to my house." Gao Boxin said flatly.

Tong Mo felt that this reason was a bit far-fetched, and he carefully considered the words of rejection: "Now? This time—"

He wanted to ask, isn't it too late now? It's almost nine o'clock.

In the end, after hearing his words, Gao Boxin nodded: "That's right, it's too early."

Tong Mo:?

It seems that he and his deskmate are not on the same channel again.

"Next time, the exam is next week, you can wait until after the midterm exam." Tong Mo suggested.

Next time, he will make preparations in advance, not to be abrupt when he goes to Gao Boxin's house, and try to avoid mentioning topics that Gao Boxin avoids.

"You mean, if my grades in the midterm exam are up to standard, you're willing to come to my house?" Gao Boxin looked at him.

Tong Mo:?

His original words seem to be a bit different from Gao Boxin's understanding.

"There is no need to impose this requirement. According to my current study progress, there should be no problem in meeting the standard." Gao Boxin said.

Tong Mo gave up explaining, and just nodded in agreement with Gao Boxin's words: "Well, I think it's okay too."

Gao Boxin seemed very happy to receive this praise, and the front of the bicycle was lifted up when the bicycle was driving forward.

If Tong Mo wasn't sitting behind him, maybe he would fly.

Gao Boxin sent Tong Mo to the intersection, and Uncle Lin just drove there.

He sent Tong Mo to the car, and told Uncle Lin a few words about what happened today.

He concealed the fact that he was blocked at the school gate, and only said that he invited Tong Mo to his home, that's why he let Tong Mo go home so late.

Uncle Lin nodded after hearing this: "Xiao Mo sent me a message to tell me that it's a bit late now, so I think it's better for me to pick him up and go home."

Gao Boxin nodded understandingly: "Then please send Tong Mo off, Uncle Lin."

"Well, I'll send him back right now, you go home and be safe." Uncle Lin said.

Uncle Lin turned the car around and drove away quickly.

Tong Mo turned his head hastily, only in time to see Gao Boxin entered a convenience store by the side of the road, talking to the clerk with something in his hand.

"The temperature will start to drop tomorrow, Xiao Mo, is the quilt in your room warm? I asked your aunt to buy a new quilt, which has been dried in advance, and I will bring it to you tomorrow." Uncle Lin said while driving.

Tong Mo hummed a little distractedly.

He was thinking about what Gao Boxin bought at the convenience store just now.

Although Cao Mingyi was Gao Boxin's guardian, Cao Mingyi had his own family and his wife and children to take care of. Gao Boxin lived independently early, probably in order not to conflict with Cao Mingyi's family.

Gao Boxin should have to think about things like adding a quilt when it's cold.

Tong Mo went home and took a shower and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't fall asleep until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night.

He didn't know what he wanted to do. Before his brain could analyze his next move, he had already typed a text on the phone with his fingers, and sent it to Gao Boxin accurately.

-Tong Mo: I heard that the temperature will drop tomorrow, pay attention to adding clothes, and it is best to add a bed for the quilt.

After sending this WeChat message, he felt relieved, put down his phone and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, he turned on his phone and saw a reply from his deskmate.

One o'clock in the middle of the night.

-gbx: Is this a group message?

-GBX: Or did you forward the warm text message about the weather forecast?

Two in the middle of the night.

-GBX: I am in such good health, how can I be afraid of the cold, shouldn’t you know?

-GBX: Today I went to buy some warm stuff, don't worry.

Three in the middle of the night.

- "gbx" retracted a message.

-Tong Mo:? ?What message was retracted?

But his question received no response.

Tong Mo went to school with dark circles under his eyes.

His skin is fair, and the dark circles under his eyes are extremely obvious once they appear.

Sitting in Uncle Lin's car, he kept closing his eyes to catch up on sleep.

When he walked into the classroom, he thought he would see a deskmate who was as depressed as himself.

But his tablemate seemed to be in good spirits.

Gao Boxin was concentrating on reading with his textbook in hand. The students who were discussing something enthusiastically in the classroom automatically moved five meters away from his desk. It seemed that nothing could stop Gao Boxin from studying seriously.

Tong Mo sat in front of his desk, and said hello to his deskmate without distraction: "Morning."

Gao Boxin put down the book in an instant and stood up abruptly.

Tong Mo thought that his tablemate was doing a bouncing in place, but he turned his head and looked over. Gao Boxin just stood up, then sat back quickly, and said back to Tong Mo: "Morning."

The movement of sitting down was so fast that Tong Mo thought that he was delusional because he was too sleepy.

"Oh, by the way, why did you stay up so late last night?" Tong Mo asked casually, "What did you send me at three o'clock?"

Gao Boxin didn't answer for a while.

Tong Mo couldn't help blinking, trying to make the scene in his eyes clearer.

Then he clearly saw Gao Boxin blushing.

Gao Boxin pointed to the blackboard, blushed solemnly and said, "It's time for morning self-study, be serious."

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