Chapter Twenty-Seven: Heartache
A gust of spring breeze blew, and it was not as comfortable as it should be, he felt a chill down his spine, a burst of trembling, and Mu Kite completely became a time bomb in his heart!
In the eyes of others, her smile was innocent and cute, but in Mo Yu's eyes, her lovely smile clearly revealed a hint of cunning, which made him sit still.
He shook his head vigorously, and then looked at Lu Jingyuan who was sitting upright, even the back was so beautiful and moving!
"It's better to be Lu Jingyuan!" Mo thought thoughtfully.
So, he made up his mind to use Lu Jingyuan's figure to completely erase the shadow given by Mu Yuan.
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The glow was blazing, staining the sky red.
At this time, the school bell rang throughout the campus, the students ran away excitedly, and in the blink of an eye, the campus was full of students running back and forth.
"Xiao worry, let's go to the Internet. Yuan Wuda said happily.
"Go ahead, I'm not going today. Mo Yu refused, every time he went online, he paid for it and invited him to dinner, which made him embarrassed, he didn't want to do it anymore.
Yuan Wuda looked at him with a determined expression, put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "Okay, you slow down on the road, remember to find me if you don't have money to eat." With that, he walked away.
Mo Wei was very relieved to know such a friend who took care of him, although he was usually very improper, but he was very good to himself, he smiled, very bright.
He walked at the back of the crowd, a little happy, and the day was unexpectedly safe and sound, and there was no accident.
The most important thing is that he didn't receive Mu Kite's revenge, he felt comfortable and surprised!
He exhaled a long breath, a little disappointed, and the ups and downs of his emotions made him feel inexplicable.
In the past seven years, although it has been a little bumpy, it is still quite flat. From the moment he stepped into this bustling city to now, he has only made one friend, Yuan Wuda.
In fact, he also wants to get the attention of others, and then recognize himself and have a so-called sense of existence.
But sometimes he doesn't want to receive too much attention, he just wants everything to be plain and safe, and he is a little worried and can't sort out his thoughts.
He walked slowly.
Stepping on the dilapidated arched bridge, he looked down at the calm river, and suddenly appeared in a circle of ripples, and the fish jumped out of the water happily, which made him quite moved.
"I heard that you only have seven seconds of memory as fish, are you happy?" he stared at the river, a little abruptly, muttering to himself, some envious of the fish swimming in the water.
The spring breeze was blowing, and when he came back to his senses, he felt a little nervous, and laughed at himself: "What's wrong with me? ”
He set up his shirt, didn't stop any longer, and hurried straight home.
In the beginning of the school season, students can be seen everywhere on the streets, but the path that Mo Wei walked on was almost invisible, and it seemed very deserted.
Three kilometers away, all the way to the green, coupled with the spring breeze, he walked slowly, and arrived at the door of the house in a while.
I saw that this was an open-air field, and the empty area in the middle, including the corner on the left, was full of miscellaneous items, and on the right was a bungalow, which was built by his father and now rented to others for business.
"Xiao worry, you're back!" said the middle-aged man surnamed Wang, who was rented, "Are you having a good day?"
After Mo Xiang's father rented the venue to Wang Xiang's middle-aged man, Wang Xiang used it as a scrap yard and started a scrap purchase business.
Mo Wei frowned slightly when he looked at the bottle of scrap iron that was about to pile up in front of his house, a little displeased, but when he remembered that he had always treated him well, he replied gently: "Well, it's okay." ”
"Uncle Wang, look at this pile of clutter, don't block my door!" Mo Wei smiled.
Wang Xiang saw his doubts earlier, and said with a smile: "Xiao worry, don't worry, I'll ask someone to pull it away tomorrow, isn't it impossible to pile it up?!"
"Yes. Mo Wei said, "Uncle Wang, you go and get busy." ”
He took out the key and unlocked the door, pushed the door open, and suddenly, a damp and dull smell rushed in, mixed with some unpleasant smells, he covered his mouth and nose, and fanned the tip of his nose.
Due to the accumulation of debris in the venue and the pungent smell, he almost closed the windows and doors during the day, Wang Xiang saw him push open the window, and immediately felt a little apologetic when he thought of something.
After living for two years, Mo Wei has long been accustomed to these mixed air, and saw Wang Xiang's strangeness, and said, "It's okay, I'm used to it." ”
"Your aunt went grocery shopping, you study first, and I'll call you when it's time to eat. Wang Xiang said.
"Uncle Wang, don't bother, I want to do it myself today. ”
Every time he eats at someone else's house, he feels embarrassed, and at this moment he resolutely refuses his kindness, Wang Xiang didn't force it anymore, and walked away happily.
Thinking of this, Mo Wei hated himself a little, because he used to surf the Internet with Yuan Wuda from time to time, he spent all his savings, which made him have no money to eat, and he often troubled others.
Now, he just got the fifty yuan from his father, and he wants to change it, and he doesn't want to live the life of eating the last meal without the next meal anymore!
There are no beloved relatives in a huge place, and his sister Mo Lan also dropped out of school a year ago, when his father came quietly, and he still remembers the conversation between his father and his sister.
"Either you go to school or your brother goes to school. Mo Wu's father said.
When Mo Lan heard this, she was very sad and asked, "Dad, why is this happening? Can't my brother and I go to school together?"
"Now that my family is in difficulty, I can't afford to support the three of you to go to school. Mo Wu's father said.
"Are you asking me to quit?" Mo Lan cried aggrieved and said, "Why do you want me to choose? Why do you want me to choose between me and my brother? You are too cruel." ”
"You have to understand Dad, I have too many things to worry about as your father, you can be considerate of Dad!" Mo Jiang said.
Mo Lan cried sadly and shouted, "Won't anyone forgive me?"
"Okay, I'll drop out of school, let my brother continue to go to school!" Mo Lan gave up arguing.
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Mo Wei didn't stand up to speak, he was very regretful, why didn't he stand up and express his position in the first place? Maybe he would change if he spoke?!
He clearly remembered the appearance of his sister's departure, she smiled very happily, and told him to study hard, without a trace of melancholy on her face.
Everything that happened made him feel powerless and even cynical, but he never showed it on his face.
When it was dark and the rain came, he plugged in the rice cooker and went out quickly, and a quarter of an hour later, he bought two tomatoes and two eggs, and some chopped green onions, ready to make dinner.
Half an hour later, it was pouring rain outside the window, he ran into the house with a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes against the torrential rain, the rice had already been steamed, he filled a big bowl of rice, poured tomato soup, and held a large bowl of rice to fill the empty belly.
In the middle of the night, the heavy rain crackled, Mo Chou lay on the edge of the bed, he remembered everything that happened to him, he couldn't help himself, a tear rolled down, and the dark room suddenly became heavy.
At this moment, he felt that he was a redundant and a burden, if everything changed, if Mo Lan was not a sister, but an elder brother, then each other would definitely be much better than now!
He was so sad that he felt exhaustion sweep through his body, and in this low mood, until the early hours of the morning, he slowly closed his heavy eyes and fell asleep quietly.