deep blue

Meng Yinan didn't know much about the Mu family.

He hadn't heard what Meng Du said about owning a golden mountain and ruling a real estate empire. He only knew that the Mu family was very rich, and that the head of the family, Mu Zhong, was Meng Du's former classmate. got together.

Ever since Mengdu came to a wealthy family, the father and son were taken to live in Lincheng.

The villa they live in now is the one closest to the urban area among the many properties of the Mu family. It has four floors above ground and a basement, nearly [-] square meters, and the interior decoration is as gorgeous as the mansion shown on TV.

When Meng Yinan was 15 years old, it was the first time he lived in such a big house, and it was also the first time he had his own room.The smallest place he lived in before was the staff dormitory where Meng Du lived when he worked part-time.

According to this ratio, 50 square meters can accommodate [-] people.

Maybe this kind of thinking is ridiculous, but Meng Yinan did calculate like this when he first came here, just like when he was a child, he used the number of fifty cents candies to measure the value of items.

...Well, well, it really can't be measured that way.

He shouldn't have imagined living under the same roof with 49 people, it was a bit scary.

Thinking about miscellaneous things, Meng Yinan quickly walked to the door of the house.

But what he didn't expect was that someone was waiting for him in front of the door.

It was a tall boy, simply matched with a large white sweater and jeans. He looked a little thin, but tall and straight. In this rainy and foggy autumn night, he looked like a green pine standing against the wind.

Mu Zhanxi.

Two or three meters away, Meng Yinan stopped. The name of brother Alpha, who was two years older than him, paused on the tip of his tongue, and then swallowed it back.

Meng Yinan didn't say anything.

Mu Zhanxi's expression was indifferent, and he looked at him without much warmth. After seeing Meng Yinan's embarrassing description, he took him into his eyes.

It’s hard to say, this kind of eyes can’t be called polite, it’s just looking at every inch, but the eyes surnamed Cao in the disco are disgusting, but the one in front of him is the slightly cold stream and the cool wind—he’s just looking at Meng Yi’s eyes. South only.

Nobody spoke.

Between the two, there is the moonlight, the falling leaves, and the moist and cool silence.

Meng Yinan suddenly had an itchy nose, tilted his head and sneezed.He rubbed his nose until it turned slightly red, as if he was talking to himself: "It's... quite cold, isn't it?"

After he said that, Mu Zhanxi stopped looking at him and turned to open the door.

Meng Yinan raised his heels and stepped up.

They didn't know each other well. Meng Du asked Meng Yinan to call him brother Mu Zhanxi, but in fact he was just a stranger who met every day.The two men made eye contact without even nodding their heads in greeting.

And it is true.How familiar can someone who just met a month ago not speak every day?As Meng Du said, brothers and sisters respect each other and love each other is the devil.

Therefore, Meng Yinan didn't know why Mu Zhanxi was waiting for him at the door, nor could he figure out what this man was thinking.

Not like hate, not like hate.

Mu Zhanxi hardly changed his mood about the appearance of Meng's father and son, as if the extras in the family were not two big living people, but two decorations on the table.

I really don't understand.

But certainly not love.

That's right, would Meng Du look like San'er to Mu Zhanxi?Although Meng Yinan had never heard of Mu Zhanxi's mother being mentioned by anyone.

Thinking of this, Meng Yinan looked up at Alpha in front of him.

This elder brother is more than a head taller than him. You have to look up. Apart from the fact that Meng Yinan is two years younger, he is indeed well-developed for such a tall man... It's almost 1.9 meters, right?Much taller than the one surnamed Cao.

There was a muffled "thump", and the iron door was opened a crack. Mu Zhanxi didn't fully open the door, and turned to look at Meng Yinan.

Meng Yinan stopped thinking about it, and quickly turned away, returning a look of confusion.

He is really small, 15 years old, a little shorter than children of the same age, and thinner, he looks a circle smaller.In Mu Zhanxi's eyes, he was just a child.

The child looked straight back at him, with a bit of cunning pretending to be suspicious, but his eyes were clear.

Mu Zhanxi remembered the rainy night two days ago.

That day was as cold as today, the wind mixed with rain, and the mist drifted into the windows, wetting a small part of the window sills, so Mu Zhanxi closed the windows one by one.Finally, there was the balcony on the third floor. The friends who came to play games were still in full swing, but his mind was not on the game. He looked down and saw the child.

He is not familiar with children, but he remembers his eyes, which are completely different from the present one, like the eyes of wild animals.

The child was gray, black, and blue that day, not today.

The two looked at each other for a while, and it wasn't until Meng Yinan's nose was itchy from the wind that he heard the deep boy's voice, which was as cool as water.

"It's 1.8 meters seven."

"..." Meng Yinan was stunned for a moment, "Huh?"

Mu Zhanxi glanced at him, and didn't respond this time. He just opened the door and left a large space for Meng Yinan to enter.

Meng Yinan paused, and whispered, "Did I ask?" But he couldn't remember whether he had spoken just now.

Mu Zhanxi: "No."

Meng Yinan: "..."

Meng Yinan was silent for a while, watching Mu Zhanxi put the shoes in the shoe cabinet, thinking that this person can't read minds, right?So he shouted "Hello, Mu Zhanxi" in his heart.

Mu Zhanxi closed the shoe cabinet, put away the slippers on the blanket, and carried Meng Yinan's drenched schoolbag containing only a few books and the sports shoes he had taken off. Those shoes had been soaked in the rain for a long time and were already wet. It is transparent, there is still mud on it, and it emits an unpleasant smell.

"Hello..." Meng Yinan called out in his heart a few times but didn't get a response, so he could only speak, his mouth was vague again, and coughed lightly, "I'll take it myself." Mu Zhanxi's name was not called either.

"No need," Mu Zhanxi hung the schoolbag on his wrist and locked the door, pointing to the ground, "Stand here and don't move."

Then he turned and left with his schoolbag and very indecent shoes.

Meng Yinan yelled "Hello" in his heart many times behind him, and Mu Zhanxi didn't turn his head to ask him "what do you want me to do?" He just walked through the living room and went up the stairs leading to the second floor.

Meng Yinan was the only one at the entrance, his clothes were no longer dripping, and his wet socks left footprints on the ground.His body warmed some of the clothes, but he still shivered when he touched the cold parts with a little more movement.

Meng Yinan put on his slippers, felt a little dazed while waiting, and then found out the problem—Mu Zhanxi was not only waiting for him at the door, but also washed his shoes?

Simply incredible.

In Meng Yinan's impression, Mu Zhanxi was labeled "the youngest son of the Mu family". He was the young master of the rich family, the proud son of heaven, and one of the objects that Mengdu needed to curry favor with.So Meng Du asked Meng Yinan to curry favor with him, but Meng Yinan dismissed him and refused, so Meng Du asked him to at least make a good impression.

Meng Yinan didn't think he made a good impression, and Mu Zhanxi had always been indifferent to him.

But now I can't read it anymore.

When Mu Zhanxi came downstairs, he saw that the child was still standing there, just like before he went upstairs, his clothes were drooping due to being wet, and his shoulders were outlined with thin lines.

The child has medium-length hair and fair skin. At first glance, he looks like a girl. The wet strands of hair just cover the neck, and the ends of the hair will rub against the neckline from time to time as he moves.

——He went home every day for the past two days, as if he had been splashed with a bucket.

It was that day, and it is today.

Mu Zhanxi took a thick bath towel and unfolded it in front of Meng Yinan, like wiping a wet puppy, wrapping him completely in it.

When Mu Zhanxi saw the wet puppy upstairs two days ago, he wanted to do this.

Of course, this doesn't mean anything, it's just that the puppy is too pitiful.

And it looks thinner, and feels even thinner. It sounds like skinny, but in fact, a developing child should not have such a stature.This is the parent's negligence.

In fact, Meng Yinan no longer needs to wipe the water, because it is still so damp after wiping. He needs to take a hearty hot bath, change into clean clothes, and curl up in a soft quilt to completely relieve the coldness brought by the rain.

But Mu Zhanxi gently rubbed his hair, wrapped him in a bath towel, and sucked the moisture from his clothes.

Maybe it was the smell of the sun on the clean bath towel, at that moment Meng Yinan felt the long-lost warmth.He felt like a sushi wrapped in white rice.It is also like a child who has no ability to take care of himself, with only one head exposed.

While being wiped, Meng Yinan stood obediently, with nowhere to rest his eyes, and finally looked at Mu Zhanxi's hand.

His fingers are slender, clean, and beautiful, with neatly manicured nails. They are the hands of a teenager that should land on the black and white keys of the piano, not pick up a pair of dirty and smelly shoes.

It's really wasteful, beautiful hands shouldn't be wasted like this.

But that's not the point, the point is the shoes.

Meng Yinan asked: "Did you wash my shoes?" Before Mu Zhanxi could answer, he realized that he hadn't, because Mu Zhanxi didn't have enough time to go upstairs to wash a pair of shoes, so he said: "You put There I clean up myself..."

"No need," Mu Zhanxi interrupted him, "Someone washes it."

Meng Yinan said no, but Mu Zhanxi ignored him.

So silence again.

Mu Zhanxi did what Meng Yinan was supposed to do without saying a word, but Meng Yinan gradually became nervous.

He was never nervous when his classmates took him to the disco with good intentions, he just felt physically uncomfortable, but now he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet - Meng Du had never treated him like this.

Fortunately, Mu Zhanxi quickly put the corner of the towel on Meng Yinan's shoulder, and stood aside calmly, looking at the puppy tightly wrapped in the towel, as if he didn't do the cleaning just now: "Hot water It’s already been opened, you go to wash first—”

There was a sudden pause in his voice.

Meng Yinan was still struggling with how to get his hands out of the "cocoon" surrounded by the bath towel, and turned his head slightly: "What did you say?"

Mu Zhanxi's eyes swept over his neck so quickly that Meng Yinan didn't notice it at all.The boy's voice was calm, but obviously lower than before: "Take a bath."

Noticing something wrong, he resumed his previous tone and repeated: "The hot water is already on, go take a shower."

Meng Yinan nodded.

Facing this unfamiliar and indifferent alpha brother, he was actually obedient.

He took two steps forward, then turned his head and said hesitantly, "My schoolbag."

Mu Zhanxi let out a "hmm", and the ending sound rose a little.

"When I go to take a shower, don't move your schoolbag."

"Okay." Mu Zhanxi said.

Meng Yinan went up two flights of stairs, and explained: "Well, I don't mean anything else. I will pack the schoolbag myself later. It's a little wet and the things inside are not easy to tidy up, so you don't need to worry about it." After finishing speaking After that, he quickly stepped on his slippers and went up the stairs.

Mu Zhanxi watched his back disappear into the corner of the stairs, and stood there for a while.

He slowly raised his hand and pressed it on the smooth skin of the back of his neck, he could hardly feel the bulge of the gland.This is what the gland looks like when it's in a stable state.

But just now, between the strands of hair, he saw a red and swollen little bump lying on the back of the child's fair neck.

That is the performance of the gland after being stimulated by the outside world.

But that's not supposed to happen to a 15-year-old kid.