At Shu Ling's funeral, Zhang Xiaoxiao once asked Mu Chaoyang that he ...... Have you ever cried?

Mu Chaoyang's answer was to cry, you still know.

In the second semester of that year, Nanqi University has always had a very early vacation. At the end of May, the faculties entered the end of the semester, and everyone was busy reviewing and preparing for the academic year scholarship application.

Zhang Xiaoxiao belongs to the type of person who usually doesn't work hard, and the boss is sad, in order to memorize "History of Ancient Chinese Literature", she has been watching it in the 24-hour study room for two all-nighters, and the whole person is dizzy.

To be more productive, she decided to take a half-hour break and play mobile games.

Mu Chaoyang's text message was sent at this time, with only a short sentence: "Where are you?

At this time, I was hitting an important level, and the phone vibrated a little, and Xiaoxiao knew that this was a text message prompt, but I thought about it at this time, I was afraid that there would be no one else except for harassing information, so I didn't care.

By the time she cut out of the screen, 40 minutes had passed, and Mu Chaoyang's 3 big characters were clearly on her screen, so scared that she almost dropped her phone.

"Yes, what's wrong?" she texted back immediately, and soon the message came back, "I want to talk to you, I seem to be a little homesick today." ”

Mu Chaoyang is also homesick? This is a rare thing. Zhang Xiaoxiao noticed that something was wrong, and just knocked the word "how", and the "Zi" mobile phone vibrated and the screen went black.

When did she play the video so cleanly? Zhang Xiaoxiao stared at the pitch-black screen and was speechless for a moment, and the power was cut off at the critical moment, which really gave her face.

Thinking of Mu Chaoyang, who was a little strange, he didn't dare to delay with a smile, and hurriedly found the charger and touched the bag...... Suddenly laughed at herself, she ...... Didn't bring a charger.

At this time, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening, and Xiaoxiao's dormitory had already closed.

The study room was very quiet, and everyone was either immersed in hard study, or resting on their stomachs to recharge their energy and fight again.

They are all strangers, and they don't know the models of other people's mobile phones, so Zhang Xiaoxiao is not embarrassed to borrow a charger at all.

But the matter of "taking the initiative to find her" was too abnormal for Mu Chaoyang, so Zhang Xiaoxiao had to care, and she began to hunch over and walk carefully back and forth in the classroom, her eyes staring at the mobile phones on everyone's desks.

A few classmates were vigilant, and when they saw Xiaoxiao's behavior, they put away their mobile phones and looked at her like a thief.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was very embarrassed, she smiled and apologized, and continued to search.

The hard work paid off, and soon she found a model that could be used universally, and borrowed the charger in the face of the disgust of her disturbed classmates.

At that time, there was no fast charging technology, and it was at least a few minutes away from plugging in the power supply to the point where it could be turned on.

When Xiaoxiao opened the text message and replied to him: "You said, I am", almost half an hour had passed since Mu Chaoyang's text message.

This time, the reply was not so fast, looking at the remaining two percent of the battery, Xiaoxiao didn't dare to unplug and go out to make a call. And not in the study hall.

After another ten minutes, Xiaoxiao, who didn't wait for a reply, couldn't sit still, she came to the corridor with a mobile phone with a "low battery" warning, and the night of Nanqi University was pitch black, and she could still hear the sound of insects and frogs.

The phone rang several times before Mu Chaoyang picked it up, with a thick nasal voice on the other end of the phone.

"Hmm, I thought you were asleep. He said, after all, this time, so long without replying to the message.

"I'm in the study room, my phone is dead, just charged. You don't talk nonsense, what's wrong?" Zhang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but lower her voice even in the corridor, in such a quiet environment, she asked.

"It's okay. Mu Chaoyang's voice was full of tiredness, and he hesitated for a moment, pretending to be relaxed.

"I didn't say you ......" smiled and wanted to ask again.

Mu Chaoyang didn't give her a chance, and said with concern: "Do you study all night? Don't watch too late, pay attention to safety." ”

"I said ......"

"My roommate slept, I'm not talking to you on the phone, good night. Mu Chaoyang hung up the phone in a hurry, if he wanted to talk, Zhang Xiaoxiao still didn't know.

Later, after a long time, Xiaoxiao asked him what was going on.

"My scholarship application was unsuccessful. Mu Chaoyang only said nine words, and the wind was light, as if it was not worth mentioning.

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In his freshman year, Mu Chaoyang, who filled in the wrong volunteer and came to Nanqi University, was a little arrogant and unconvinced. In the class, he strives to be the first in everything and do his best.

The sharp-edged Mu Chaoyang quickly stood out in the class and even the academy, becoming a role model for teachers and classmates.

Whether it is a project or an achievement, as long as he is praised, there is always his name Mu Chaoyang.

With such a record, the scholarship should be handy for him.

In May, N City was already a little bored with heat and dryness, Mu Chaoyang received a call from his father, he asked Mu Chaoyang what time the exam was, and said that he should go back before June.

Mu Chaoyang was a little embarrassed, although their college ended the exams one after another at the end of May, but in early June, after all the college exams, Nanqi University only started the scholarship review, and he was afraid that he would not be able to go back.

After listening to his son's words, Father Mu was silent for a long time, only said the word "good", and did not force it.

At the end of May, the preliminary list of scholarships for the School of Computer Science came out, and Mu Chaoyang didn't care about it at all, only preparing for the exam.

Until he noticed that some classmates always looked at him with strange eyes, and he stopped talking.

The reason for this was that he searched for a few days, and finally found out that the problem was on the primary list.

He...... Not in it at all.

With a "hum", Mu Chaoyang's brain exploded. No one is until he, Mu Chaoyang is the brightest star of Nanqi University this year, and even professional teachers have begun to suggest the direction of his postgraduate entrance examination and want to include him in his command.

But there is no him on the list of 20 first-year scholarships.

Mu Chaoyang naturally found the counselor of the academy and asked what was going on.

No one is short of a scholarship of a few thousand dollars, he only needs an answer.

The teacher took out other people's application materials, large and small bonus awards, even if he was a freshman, he could see how much water was in these "awards".

However, in black and white, he lost.

No matter how mature he is, Mu Chaoyang is just a child, he pretended to be strong for a day, and finally collapsed when night fell, and called home.

But Mu's mother's mobile phone was not connected, and he looked at the time when his parents went for a walk, so he dialed his father's phone again.

This time, someone picked it up, but it wasn't Daddy Mu.

Mu Chaoyang's aunt complained to him on the phone, saying that Mu's mother was going to have surgery in a few days, and he wouldn't come back to see him.

At this time, Mu Chaoyang knew what Mu's father's phone call meant.

He rushed to the nearest train ticket office at the school like crazy, but it was closed.

Nanqi University is a forty-minute highway ride from the train station, and the last train is almost out of service.

Mu Chaoyang had the last exam the next day, and he realized that he really couldn't go back.

Back in the dormitory, jealous of his roommate's yin and yang weirdly mentioned the scholarship, Mu Chaoyang slammed the door and slammed the door.

At this time, he was really alone.

A person hid in the dark parking lot, and then Mu Chaoyang finally thought of another person in the school. The little girl who cried with him when she was homesick, the little girl who shared her joys, sorrows and sorrows with him.

Summoning all the courage, Mu Chaoyang sent a text message to Zhang Xiaoxiao: Where are you?

Zhang Xiaoxiao quickly replied to the text message, giving him the last ray of hope when he was about to despair.

He's not alone.

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"Are you crying?" Zhang Xiaoxiao's voice sounded in his ears, "Fool, what are you crying about." Don't cry. ”

Xiaoxiao, who had just woken up from anesthesia on the bed, wanted to reach out to wipe his tears, but found that there was nothing he could do, so he could only smile apologetically.

"Me and the baby are fine, isn't it a good thing that the mother and child are safe?" she looked at the man in front of her like a fool, and he stood in front of the cradle of his newborn daughter, and he unconsciously burst into tears.

"Okay, good ......" Mu Chaoyang's voice choked, "I'm ...... Happy. ”

Many years ago, in the parking lot of Nanqi University, there was a boy who hugged his knees and cried alone.

He had sent text messages that hadn't been answered for a long time, and he had hoped that the girl on the other end of the line would ask him, "What's wrong? ”

But he didn't wait, until the curfew time of the dormitory was about to arrive, he wiped his face, took cold water and rinsed it, and returned to the dormitory indifferently.

Later, he received a call from the girl, and she said, "What's wrong with you? ”