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When Nanfeng and Aimo were discussing Xu Yang's affairs, He Yang was sitting with Mu Zihan in a Hong Kong-style dessert shop, after all, the bookstore was really not a good place to chat. He Yang also specially asked the boss for two pieces of ice, wrapped them in a handkerchief and handed them to Mu Zihan to cover his eyes.

"Such a beautiful little girl, her eyes are swollen when she cries, and she doesn't look good. He said to her gently.

“…… Thank you. Mu Zihan took it and lowered his eyes a little embarrassed, "I'm really sorry to always trouble you." ”

"What's so embarrassing about that. He Yang smiled, "It's not a big deal...... What do you eat?"

Mu Zihan opened the menu and looked at it while applying his left eye, and soon found what he wanted to eat.

"Poplar branch nectar. ”

"Then I want a mango pancake. He Yang motioned to the waiter to remember the dishes, and suddenly turned to look at her as if he had thought of something, "Wait a minute, the poplar branch manna is cold, can you eat it?"

Mu Zihan was stunned, and blinked his eyes as if puzzled: "...... Yes. Why do you ask?"

He Yang touched his chin a little embarrassed, and his eyes wandered left and right: "You're not...... What's that...... I see you hurt a lot yesterday...... Can you eat it cold?"

Mu Zihan was a little puzzled at first, but looking at He Yang's expression, she suddenly understood, she subconsciously looked away, a thin red appeared on her pale face, and her voice became more and more subtle.

“…… That's your misunderstanding. She whispered, "I just had a stomachache that day...... No...... So what......"

-- It's very embarrassing.

He Yang immediately covered his chest, wishing that there was a hole in front of him that he could get into.

Fortunately, the little girl didn't care about these details, and even comforted him kindly.

"I was much better that day thanks to the milk tea you bought. She lowered her eyes slightly, "It's me, scaring you, right?"

"There's no such thing. He Yang coughed dryly, "What's that...... Can we stop talking about it?"

Mu Zihan touched his reddened face and said a small "um".

"Speaking of which, if you're often hospitalized, won't you really delay your studies?" he looked at her, "and you only had heart exchange surgery three months ago...... Anyway, it would be better to take a year off from school to recuperate and then go to school. ”

"I asked my parents to go to school. They tried to persuade me, but I had to go, and they couldn't help it. ”

The meager heat on her cheeks quickly cooled down in her palm, but Mu Zihan still covered her face, as if she wanted to keep that little residual warmth. Her eyelashes fluttered, like a butterfly spreading its wings very lightly, sweeping down a faint shadow that obscured her eyes. However, her voice remained calm, reminiscent of a light smoke drifting in the distance, and the breeze blew and then dispersed.

"I would love to meet my wonderful classmates. ”

When she said the last four words, she hooked her lips slightly, and her voice was almost inaudible. Such a subtle smile can't convey the bottom of the eyes, and there is no trace of warmth.

“……”

He Yang faintly felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong. He could only think that he had probably really been abroad for too long and was too old, and he couldn't understand what the young man was thinking about now.

"I've been talking about me, it's boring...... isn't it," Mu Zihan cupped his cheeks, "Uncle, what do you do?"

He Yang threw himself on the table when he heard this, and felt that his whole person was not good: "What's the matter with the title uncle...... I'm not that old......"

"Twenty years old and older are uncles. ”

"I feel the malice from the post-00s...... Don't discriminate against us post-90s......"

Mu Zihan blinked but didn't speak. He Yang Orz for a while, but still got up and cleared his throat.

"What am I doing...... I play the piano. He gestured to play, "I've been on vacation lately, so I'm more idle." ”

"That's it......" Mu Zihan put down his hand and touched the corners of the two books in his hand, "Because you also like Van Gogh." I thought you were the same as Xu Yang, you were a painter. ”

"Xu Yang? Ah, yes, it's the friend you told me before, a friend with a name that looks like me, right?

The little girl burst out laughing and shook her head.

"No, no, no. Xu Yang is a girl. ”

He Yang let out a long sigh: "Alas, you really shouldn't look at the gender from the name." The chances of error are too great. ”

The shopkeeper brought up the mango pancake and the poplar nectar. He Yang picked up a knife and cut the pancake, the ripe mango flesh was orange and plump, and the sweetness of the whipping cream was also adjusted just right, which would not make people feel greasy at all, and the fresh flesh slid on the tip of the tongue with a beautiful taste. He Yang narrowed his eyes in satisfaction, and secretly decided to pack a copy for Nanfeng in his heart.

On the other hand, Mu Zihan just used a spoon to gently stir in the nectar of the poplar branch, and only after a while did he scoop up a spoonful and slowly put it into his mouth.

"Does your friend named Xu Yang also like Van Gogh?"

"Hmm. She replied softly, "Actually, I didn't like him very much at first, because I thought he had a bad style, he was in his thirties and had to rely on his younger brother for support, and even the paper money was asked for by Theo...... But then Xu Yang told me a lot about him, which made me feel that he was actually a very special person. Weak and strong, cunning and clumsy, small and great. But overall, he's still a good guy. ”

He Yang listened quietly, Mu Zihan slowly turned the spoon in his hand, as if organizing words, and his lips trembled a few times before continuing.

Xu Yang has always wanted to buy a set of Van Gogh's paintings. She stared at a certain point in the void where there was no zài, "But her family is very strict with her pocket money, and her parents don't like a painter like Van Gogh and refuse to buy it for her." So a whole set of picture albums is a bit too expensive for her. I had planned to buy a set for her on her fourteenth birthday. ”

He Yang faintly sensed something. He hesitated for a moment, but then spoke.

"She's your suicidal friend, isn't she?"

The movement in Mu Zihan's hand paused, and after a long time, she nodded.

"Yes. ”

Her voice was still as thin as it was, and she slowly lifted her face and smiled at him slightly, but the smile had no strength.

"Because I have heart disease, she looked up a lot of heart problems. Mu Zihan said in a low voice, "One day she suddenly came to me and told me that she had registered for organ donation and would donate her heart to those in need after she died." At that time, she was still an elementary school student, and my condition had not deteriorated enough to require heart exchange surgery, and she told me that she hoped to help people like me. ”

He Yang suddenly felt that he couldn't say anything.

Mu Zihan lowered his head, and one hand slowly clenched the wrist of the other hand, exerting force until the bone joints were protruding.

"It's just that I didn't expect that her heart was given to me in the end. ”

A cold female voice suddenly came from behind her.

"-So you decided to live for her and kill those who bullied her?"

He Yang looked at the visitor in surprise.

"South wind?"

Nanfeng looked at him coldly, and the hand/gun in his hand was aimed at the back of Mu Zihan's head.

"Get out of there, He Yang. ”

Her voice suppressed rage.

"This guy in front of you is a man-eating monster. ”