delicious life

Will the parrot be bullied by that parrot?

Mo Ci flicked the tightly closed cage, and the parrot in the cage pecked him unbearably, and then laughed a few times in satisfaction.

Mo Ci, who carried two cages, gained a lot of "sight" along the way.Mo Ci, who was happy in his heart, didn't care about the eyes of passers-by, and happily passed a flower shop.

There was a basket of fresh flowers at the entrance of the flower shop, Mo Ci didn't pay attention and stepped on it.By the time he realized it, the flowers and flower baskets had been trampled to pieces by him.

Mo Ci looked at the girl who came out of the flower shop in embarrassment.

"What did you do! You—" the girl who came out of the flower shop said to Mo Ci angrily, she inadvertently glanced at Mo Ci, and was stunned, the words she just said stopped in the air.

The girl with two braids looked Mo Ci up and down, her tone changed from anger to surprise: "Are you Mo Ci?"

"Huh?" Mo Ci looked at the girl whose attitude changed so quickly, and was also surprised that she knew him.

"Why did you come to such a place?" The girl preemptively asked the question in her heart, squatted down curiously, and stretched out her fingers to tease the parrot in Mo Ci's hand.

"Can't I come?" Mo Ci smiled, ready to compensate her for the flower basket.

"I'm just curious, how could you, a young master, come to the flower and bird market in such a leisurely way." The girl pursed her lips with a sighing expression.

"I bought birds for my family." Mo Ci frowned, vaguely remembering the girl's appearance, but the memory of many years ago was a little blurry, and there was only a vague shadow in his head. I knew this girl... just , what is her name?

"You don't know me, do you?!" The girl stood up and met Mo Ci's puzzled eyes.

"You really don't know me! I'm your deskmate, young master, your follower! Your deskmate Song Jiajia!" the girl shouted excitedly, clutching Mo Ci's sleeve.

"It's really the young master's temper, the nobleman forgets things! I don't care about you!"

Mo Ci suddenly remembered the carefree and enthusiastic girl in school when he was a boy.The girl who always handed him a bento and gave him a refreshing smile when she was quarreling with her family and getting angry, and when she was hungry and dizzy.

"Jiajia?" Mo Ci took a closer look, and there was a small brown mole at the corner of the girl's mouth, which he remembered clearly.Every time when he was sleeping in class, this little brown mole would always flicker by his eyes, and her master's lips would follow it constantly.

That's right, this girl with a big mouth and a careful heart.Mo Ci showed a smile, "I'm sorry, I didn't remember the name..."

"Ah, ah, ah... am I such a stingy girl? Oh, yes, Mo Ci, there will be a class reunion this Saturday to celebrate graduation. Will you come?"

15、chapter15

Mo Ci stood at the door of the club, hesitating and refusing to go in.

Although he had told Song Jiajia in advance that he might not come, seeing the red circle on the calendar, Mo Ci's brain was spinning non-stop, and his body reacted first, put on his clothes, and came to the agreed place.

There were many reasons for his hesitation.Mo Ci took a deep look at the club where people were coming and going, took a step forward and took it back.

Mo Ci took a few steps back, turned back to the club's parking lot, and leaned on his sports car.

Dress well.

... He watched the people in bright clothes holding wine glasses to celebrate under the shining lights.There was a smile on his lips, and the jewelry reflecting the light on his hand deeply hurt his eyes.

The hair is combed brightly, the face is mature, the lips are elegantly opened and closed, and there is a trace of contempt in the eyes from time to time.The haughty look and slightly raised chin seemed to be satirizing himself in poorly dressed clothes.

Elegant dress, slender neck showing a smooth arc, sweet smile mixed with luxury, two curved willow-leaf eyebrows with a proud expression, one drooping corner of the mouth hides extreme disdain in the delicate makeup .

Pairs of successful men and women walked past him with their playmates on their arms.Pausing slightly, after an inaudible laugh, warm air mixed with perfume slipped away from the tip of her nose.Like a high-ranking emperor and queen, reviewing the soldiers under her name.

Mo Ci straightened his back and stiffened his neck, watching them leave one by one with light steps.

Such a self...and such a successful them.

Mo Ci took a deep breath, expelling the depression that overwhelmed his lungs.Looking at the cool silver sports car behind him, his constricted heart relaxed a little.

Class reunion.It's more like a celebration party for men and women who fly up the branches and over the heads of the people to show off their might.Mo Ci lowered his head, and the running shoes on his feet reminded him of the time when he was down and out.

Being cold-eyed...

A tall young man from a rich family fell heavily from such a high place, his nose was bruised and his face was bruised.

Surprised and still holding the mind of watching a play, this is a living example among them.How could he let go of the opportunity to walk past him proudly with a sneer?

At that time, Mo Ci hid all his expressions in his long and greasy hair, and not only his voice was stuck in his throat.

So much unwillingness, so much regret, so much anger, so much helplessness.All stuck in the throat, unable to spit out, unable to swallow.

Words are terrifying, the young master who acted recklessly, trampled on the dignity of others, and made fun of others.Like a yellow crane stepping on white clouds... gone forever.

He is full of energy, how many people want to see him without energy?

Mo Ci felt oppressed, like a traveler stuck in a quagmire, with no one to rescue him, he sank in the quagmire, letting the rotten mud and ash drown his limbs.

Don't cherish, don't work hard.Stand where you are, waiting for people to pass you one by one.Waiting for them to step on their feet... In a materialistic society, people have always relied on skills to make ends meet.Those who are eliminated are destined to become the losers among them.

Just like the endless stream of people, there is always someone who can't keep up with them and falls behind them.Isolate and helpless, I look forward to the charity of the people who come and go.

Such people are often the ones who receive the most indifference.Humble and helpless.

Mo Ci was afraid of the humble feeling that permeated from the bottom of his heart and invaded his limbs and bones.

The self who once received the most admiring gazes, and the self who received the most disdain and contempt.

Everything made him feel a deep sense of crisis.

Mo Ci covered his face to cover the panic on his face.The cold touch behind him lifted him from the emotion.The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, Mo Ci hastily put down his hands that covered the light on his face, and took out the mobile phone.After looking at the caller ID on the monochrome screen, he hurriedly connected the call.

——Brother's voice always calms me down.

Mo Ci briefly reported his whereabouts to his eldest brother, saying that he was attending a class reunion at the club and would not be able to return home until later.After a few greetings, I hung up the phone.

He grinned and grinned at himself in the rearview mirror of the sports car.Only then did he completely dispel the depression in his heart and face up to his negative emotions.

When all the air returned to his chest, Mo Ci walked out of the parking lot and stepped into the club with a smile on his face.

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"Mo Ci? Why are you here?" Everyone who saw him asked this question in surprise, the expression on his face was exactly the same as that of Song Jiajia when he met him at the flower and bird market.

Mo Ci didn't know that this was a good answer, so he twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, and asked back with a smile: "Don't all the classmates have to come to the class reunion?"

"Yes, yes. I'm just curious that you will join our 'civilian' class reunion." The person who asked him gave him a friendly smile and handed him a glass of beer.

"We are all adults and can drink beer. But...you look like Mo Ci, you seem to be someone who drinks a lot." The female classmate teased.

After this back-and-forth interaction, Mo Ci's mood improved a lot, and he talked with a smile, "Where, where, those wines are just for entertainment, but I don't like it at all."

"Really? Mo Ci, you come out to socialize at your age. Tell me, what kind of wine do you usually drink?" The male student with a mustache pushed away the girl just now, leaned his head curiously, and invited Mo Ci , a pair of "brothers are good" look.

"The cocktail doesn't taste good at all. Every time I drink it, I pretend to drink it, and then secretly pour it out while no one is looking." Mo Ci frowned, recalling.

What Mo Ci said was not a lie.When he was young, he always went to drink with a cool and deep mind, saying that it was a "cocktail" that he had to order every time. When he tasted the juice in his mouth, he usually took a sip and was secretly poured out by Mo Ci.Even if it was beer, Mo Ci reluctantly drank a few glasses when he couldn't refuse, and he didn't like it.

His physique is "drunk when he sees wine", and the title of "not drunk after a thousand cups" in Fengyuechang is all because Mo Ci's pouring speed is faster than others' mixing speed, which is a gimmick.Otherwise, how could he use alcohol to numb his nerves in the most difficult and desolate days?

"Cocktail...I haven't had a drink yet. My parents are strict with me, so I don't even have a chance..." The male student scratched his head and patted Mo Ci on the shoulder. "However, today's graduation party, I don't think they will stop me, haha!" The male student continued to sigh, picked up the canned beer angrily, and gulped it down.

"Hey, don't just drink, you have to take pictures and videos later, how do you take pictures, you drunk!" A familiar female voice came from behind.You don't need to guess to know that it is Song Jiajia, the hearty girl who "hears her voice before seeing her".

"Ouch... Eldest sister, let go of my clothes first. I won't drink anymore, can I stop drinking? My clothes are going to be torn by you..." The male student cried sadly,