022 I want to hide my heart in a hurry

From caressing, to cooling. When I raised my hand, it was as if Moses had suddenly changed into a different person, but I had no idea why.

Was he reproaching me for being rude to share the same chopsticks with me?" I thought darkly, took a deep breath, and calmed down to continue cooking.

Egg fried rice, mapo tofu, stir-fried beef 'meat' with green peppers, tomato 'chicken' egg soup, four simple and quick dishes, although the amount of dishes is not large, but for two and a half full people, it is definitely enough.

I brought the dish to the table, but Mousa looked preoccupied, his eyes a little absent-minded.

"The dish is ready, let's try it. "I was completely confused by Moses' conversion, and when I saw that he was indifferent, I handed him a knife and fork.

Moses did not take it, nor did he speak. The room was so quiet that no movement could be heard, revealing a heart-wrenching weirdness.

After a while, Musa's face became more and more solemn, gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "I still have something to do, so I'll leave first, and you can eat by yourself." ”

After speaking, he didn't look at me, only owed slightly, and got up and left directly.

I became a little angry, "snapped", put the chopsticks on the table, and said coldly: "Wait!"

Moussa's hurried back froze.

My voice became cold, completely devoid of the shame and apprehension that I had just done: "Mosa, if there is anything I have done wrong, you can tell me directly." I'm trying to understand your culture, and if you accidentally collide, please ask me to bring it up directly, and I'll be humble enough to correct it, and there's no need to make it like this. ”

I'm not a compromiser, and some misunderstandings are clarified early, which is good for both parties.

I don't know if I was dazzled or something, but I seemed to see a trace of distress in Moses' eyes. Under the light of the twilight, his face was half bright and half dark, and he let out a sigh: "That's not the case, you're right." ”

I pursed my lips and stubbornly asked, "What's that?"

Moussa took a deep breath, and his low, slightly hoarse male 'sexual' voice seemed to carry a strong astringency, as if it hid a bit of tender affection: "Cece, it's not your fault, it's my fault. ”

His tangled and contradictory appearance made me hesitate for a moment, and his tone softened: "What's wrong?"

He opened his mouth, his brow furrowed, but he still didn't say anything.

There was a slight 'throbbing' pain in my heart, as if I had suddenly cut out an empty 'swing', but I knew I couldn't force him anymore. What's more, we are just meeting in the water, and the 'intersection' is shallow, what qualification can I have to ask him to talk to me about everything?

I sniffed, smiled at Mousa, and whispered, "It's not my fault, let's eat together." It doesn't mean anything else, it's just that I can't finish eating by myself, and I need your help to overcome the difficulties of this table. ”

Moussa's face was quite complex, and it seemed to be weighing. I always thought that Mousa had always been personable and gentlemanly in front of outsiders, and I don't know what made him so cramped and uneasy today.

"Is it because the food is unappetizing?" I knew it wasn't because of this, but I asked anyway.

Musa straightened his breath and finally walked towards me again, his eyes fell on the four dishes on the table, and he shook his head slightly: "No, it looks delicious." ”

Because of his shallow words, the stiff atmosphere finally warmed up a little.

Mouses sat down again, and held his knife and fork, but after half a minute, he remained still, his brow furrowed.

What happened to him?

I sighed, feeling that I had really forced him, and was about to tell him to go out to eat, only to see that Moussa had already put the spoon into the tomato 'chicken' egg soup and filled a full bowl.

He first took small sips, then gradually poured into the soup, and finally gently tilted his head and drank it all.

After that, he even 'licked' his lips and lips, looking like he was still unsatisfied.

"It tasted delicious and delicious. Moussa commented.