moon star clear

to the cerebral cortex, triggering the irrational urge to remember.

24. Out of control vines

The out-of-control vines continued to spread and grow in the memory, giving birth to countless branches and leaves, entangled with real memories, and invaded like fragments, every piece reflected Mu Chen.

Jiang Hao remembered eating with his head down in a small restaurant that day. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Mu Chen looking towards him secretly. He felt that the cold steamed buns seemed to be heated, and it was warm in his stomach after eating them.In the taxi, I saw him looking at the green willows outside the window fascinatedly, his profile was full of surprise and joy.And that day after class, he fell asleep on the table, his soft hair was close at hand, making people want to touch it.And the unforgettable touch on the back of the neck on the electric car that day...

It was indeed too hot, the heat spread from the neck to the cheeks, and stirred up the fire in the ears.

Jiang Hao quickly drank a few sips of cold water to try to calm himself down, but this little bit of coolness didn't work at all, instead it aroused even more absurd reactions like hot oil.

Out of control again, completely out of control.

"Jiang Hao, are you okay?"

The naive arsonist kept approaching him, and the heat from another body almost stuck to his back.

"It's okay. I'm going to the bathroom."

Before Mu Chen could respond, Jiang Hao rushed to the public restroom by the square as if fleeing. He turned on the faucet in a panic, splashed a handful of water on his face.

The ice water restrained the flame a bit, and finally a clear land appeared in my mind.

Jiang Hao raised his head and saw himself in the mirror.

His cheeks were frighteningly red, his forehead hair was wet and stuck to his face, and there was still panic in his expression, like shrimps that had been shelled and thrown into a frying pan.

Lost the cool and self-sustaining outer shell, and was exposed to the scorching flames.

Wrapped in hot oil, with no escape.

"Jiang Hao, you are such a wishful bastard."

The self in the mirror seemed to be extremely ashamed of this self-deceiving fact, and silently lowered his head.

I can't lie to myself anymore.

For promise?For that last resort without saying goodbye?

Forget it, you are doing it for your own selfishness.

From the moment he returned home, his motives were impure.

No, maybe even earlier.

It's just that you put on the cloak of a friend in a high-sounding way, temporarily covering up the true face of this emotion.

But still can't completely cover up.

Behold, it has shown itself.

For nine years, the name Mu Chen has lingered in his heart.

On this name, he devoted all his remaining nostalgia and persistence.

But this feeling has been buried in his heart for too long, so long that Jiang Hao himself doesn't know what it has become now, and he didn't see it clearly until this moment.

He likes Mu Chen, not the kind of like between friends.

He wanted to hug him, to kiss him, even to... possess him.

Those who just want to be with each other, and those who only want to be friends, are all deceiving themselves.

Now I can't even lie to myself.

It was really wrong to let things go out of control, and now it is impossible to bring the whole system back on track.

It has strayed too far, too far.

Walking out of the bathroom, he told Liu Wenxuan that he had something to leave, and Jiang Hao hurriedly left the square and returned to his residence.

Did not say goodbye to Mu Chen.

He doesn't even know how to face him now.

He once thought that the nine years of obsession were just pure friendship, but now they are all branded like this, and he only feels flustered.

"You should leave him immediately."

A sane voice told him.

But there was another voice still telling him to let it be.

"Just put this derailed relationship back in place and you can still be friends."

"Don't deceive yourself, is this what a friend should think?"

"You are not willing to leave like this."

"Leave him and don't bother him anymore."

"It's been nine years, and you finally came back. You can't just leave like this."

……

too messy.

Something had to be done first to clear up my chaotic thoughts.

He turned on his phone and found that a message just popped up on WeChat.

[Master Jiang hasn't called for debts for so many days, I'm not used to it. ]

[Any new developments? ]

[As you can see, that person's information is very simple, you already know everything you can find.But this... As you know, too much time has passed, and there are not many insiders, so it is difficult to find out. ]

[What else do you want. ]

[Ouch, our Young Master Jiang is on the right track, so it's easy to talk to you! ]

[Without further ado. ]

[You are not right, you lost your temper today?Who messed with you, this ice cube? ]

[I check it myself. ]

[Hey, hey, don't, I said, I said it's not okay, I have a project, and I can't find a suitable technician for one of the links, Jiang Dashao is so good at programming, it shouldn't be wrong to write code and help me make a project How much time will it cost you. ]

[To you on June 6. ]

[readily! ]

Jiang Yifei closed the WeChat dialog box and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Sister, the programming part of the project is done for you."

Jiang Yining picked up the red wine glass in her hand and glanced suspiciously at his unreliable younger brother, "Really? It's so difficult, who do you turn to?" Wei Wei raised her head and took a sip of red wine, then continued, "If I I know you can just find someone to do this for me..."

"Great talent Jiang, can't you?" Jiang Yifei raised his final voice triumphantly.

Jiang Yining's pupils couldn't help opening slightly when she heard this, and she was surprised for a second.

"Impossible, isn't he in England? Besides, he is so proud, willing to help us?"

No one in their circle knows that the prince of Haojiang Group is a programming genius. He has skipped grades many times and got a place in the British C University to study computer science. He can independently develop software before he is an adult. Let him participate in the production of the project, which means that the project has already entered the door of success.

"No, it's impossible."

"Hey," Jiang Yifei smiled mischievously, "He has something to ask of me."

"Tell me, do you want anything from me?"

"No...no, monitor, I'm just..."

"Forget it, you've been looking at me this morning, I don't know how many times, I just happened to turn my head and saw it three times, I felt a gust of wind behind me during class, can you just tell me what you want to do?"

"That, is..."

"Brother Chen took the wrong medicine today?" Liu Wenxuan suddenly rushed over and slapped Mu Chen on the forehead, so scared that Mu Chen quickly stepped back and grabbed his hand.

"Damn, you want to get rich and kill yourself!"

Liu Wenxuan covered his forehead with the palm that was on his forehead.

"I don't even have a fever, why are you stuttering?"

Fever doesn't cause stuttering...

"Don't make trouble, let Mu Chen finish."

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with the monitor, that's... Jiang Hao hasn't been on sick leave for the past two days. I want to... check his registered home address. I want to... go and see him."

"Brother Chen is so enthusiastic about me." Liu Wenxuan said dissatisfied.

"Can that be compared? You are my buddy, and he is..."

fuck what is heWhat am I talking about?

Talking too fast, almost without thinking, Mu Chen suddenly felt that he couldn't get down the steps.

"Your deskmate, I know, you are so kind to your deskmate."

Unexpectedly, Liu Wenxuan handed him the steps by himself.

Indeed, if you are at the same table, it is normal to help more, right?

"Mu Chen, I'm really sorry. I did give him a registration form, but he only filled in his name, birthday and contact number, not his address."

"Thank you, monitor."

Today is already the second day that Jiang Hao asked for leave.

After that basketball training, Mu Chen never saw him again, and the last time he saw him was the back of him rushing into the bathroom.

Later, he couldn't find him. When Liu Wenxuan told him, he knew that Jiang Hao had left.

Why not say goodbye to yourself?

On the second day after basketball training, Mu Chen walked into the classroom one second before class as usual, only to find that Jiang Hao, who usually reads textbooks in the seat next to him at this time, did not come.

Maybe it's something to ask for leave?

But when he entered the classroom in the afternoon, Jiang Hao was still not there.

That afternoon's math class was about the simulation questions I did last week, and there were several questions in it that Mu Chen didn't know, so he wanted to listen carefully.

But when looking up at the blackboard, out of the corner of your eye, you can see the emptiness of the seat on the left.

Why didn't you come?

For some reason, the scene of Zheng Feng falling on the road that day suddenly appeared in his mind.

Did something happen to him?

Mu Chen began to tremble all over.

[Did you ask for leave today?Why didn't you come? ]

While the math teacher was turning around to write the calculation process on the blackboard, he reached under the table, quickly typed this line and clicked send.

After the math teacher finished talking about this question, he has already begun to analyze the conditions for the next question.

The phone under the table still didn't respond at all.

Why don't you come back?

[Jiang Hao, are you busy? ]

Forget it, maybe I'm really busy and don't have time to reply to the message.

No, what if something happens to him like Brother Zheng?

No, no, no, I have to ask Lao Duan.

After finally surviving the math class, he quickly ran to the door of Duan Xuwen's office, knocked on the door three times and shouted a report, and when he heard the word "come in", he rushed in immediately.

"Mu Chen? You were not asked to write an inspection today."

"No, Teacher Duan, that... Did Jiang Hao ask you for leave today?"

"Please. What's the matter?"

"He...how did he tell you?"

Duan Xuwen was a little dumbfounded.

"Are you curious too? He called me and said he was not feeling well."

I heard that I made a phone call myself