"You got it?"

Dong Yumo's voice with a hint of coldness sounded, and it succeeded in making Mo Yiqiao stand still.

Not far in front is the piano shop, and about 100 meters behind is the school gate, and there are not many people around.

The place where Dong Yumo stopped was a dead corner protruding from the building, which was very quiet.

Mo Yiqiao didn't answer, and Dong Yumo continued: "He Kunyu told you? My affair with Dong Chile. ”

Dong Yumo's tone was very affirmative, and Mo Yiqiao had no choice but to nod and admit: "Yes, you went out to dinner with Han Zheng on Saturday, and Brother Yu invited me to drink." ”

Dong Yumo looked at Mo Yiqiao's bright and frank eyes and didn't speak.

Dong Yumo didn't say anything, Mo Yiqiao turned his head to look around, and then took Dong Yumo's hand and walked towards the qin: "Teacher, you come with me, I have something to say." ”

Suddenly grabbed his hand, Dong Yumo frowned and shook his hand.

Sensing Dong Yumo's resistance, Mo Yiqiao let go of his hand: "Teacher, I have something to say, can you give me two minutes?" ”

It's a pity that I can't hold the teacher's hand. ︶︿︶

Mo Yiqiao's gaze was frank and sincere, faintly pleading. Looking at Mo Yiqiao's eyes, Dong Yumo found that he couldn't say no.

Dong Yumo: "Let's go, go to the second floor of the piano store." ”

Dong Yumo generally follows his heart. If you don't want to say no, give the big boy two minutes.

Dong Yumo raised his feet and walked towards the qin, Mo Yiqiao stood in place, holding the book and looking at Dong Yumo's thin back.

After a moment of silence, Mo Yiqiao took a long step and kept up with Dong Yumo's footsteps. One day, he will have to walk beside the teacher, instead of looking at the teacher's back every time as he is now.

When Dong Yumo and Mo Yiqiao stepped into the piano shop, He Kunyu was sitting behind the bar to settle accounts.

He Kunyu glanced up at them, and continued to bow his head to settle the account: "Are you back?" ”

Dong Yumo nodded: "Well, I took Xiaoqiao to the second floor." ”

He Kunyu stared at the screen, waved at Dong Yumo and did not raise his head: "Mmmm, go ahead, go." ”

After waving his hand, He Kunyu suddenly paused, and then looked up at the two people who had already gone up the stairs: "With a small bridge?" ”

Dong Yu Mo looked at He Kunyu condescendingly: "Well, talk about the past and talk about the future." ”

After speaking, Dong Yumo continued to go upstairs.

He Kunyu: "......" Dong Dong's painting style is not quite right today.

He Kunyu, who was puzzled, turned his head to look at Mo Yiqiao.

Mo Yiqiao received He Kunyu's inquiry signal, shook the poetry in his hand, and followed Dong Yumo upstairs.

He Kunyu: "......"

One or two, what do they mean!?

Dong Yumo was in front, and Mo Yiqiao obediently followed behind. Looking at the swaying waist in front of him, Mo Yiqiao silently mourned for himself.

Before I didn't understand my thoughts, I looked at the teacher's waist and heartbeat like thunder, and after I understood my thoughts, my heart was like a cat scratching!

Wow, when he went up to the second floor and smelled the faint fragrance of ink, Mo Yiqiao's cat-like feeling faded in his heart.

Dong Yumo entered the lounge, sat on a chair, and looked at the person standing at the door: "If you have anything to say, say it." ”

Putting the book on the computer desk, Mo Yiqiao got straight to the point: "On Saturday, you went out to dinner with Han Zheng, and Brother Yu invited me to drink, it was I who took Brother Yu's words and knew your story, teacher." ”

Dong Yumo looked at Mo Yiqiao in front of him and was not surprised: "I guessed it." At a young age, the mind is not so simple. ”

Looking at Mo Yiqiao's hostile attitude towards Dong Chile, Dong Yumo felt that Mo Yiqiao might know about himself and Dong Chile.

The only people who knew about this were He Kunyu and Ye Xiaoxiao.

Ye Xiaoxiao has never come to school since he played the game, except for Ye Xiaoxiao, only He Kunyu has contact with Mo Yiqiao.

Yu He Kunyu is not a big-mouthed person, and he will not talk about him to someone who has only known him for a day.

Unless, Mo Yiqiao set He Kunyu's words.

has been running a piano shop for so many years, and He Kunyu is not a fool.

Can He Kunyu let down his guard and say about him, or that extremely secret past, how can Mo Yiqiao be simple?

Thinking about it, Dong Yumo's eyes began to turn cold.

He hates such thoughtful and deep people the most, such people often wear thick disguises, and it is difficult to see the heart.

Like, Dong Chile.

The coldness in Dong Yumo's eyes, Mo Yiqiao could see it clearly.

Mo Yiqiao knew that after spreading out this matter, he couldn't give Dong Yumo a reasonable explanation, and it was likely that he and Dong Yumo would never be possible again.

When you love, you don't care about hurt, and when you refuse, you simply leave no room for it.

Dong Yumo is such a person who loves and hates clearly.

Mo Yiqiao locked Dong Yumo's eyes, and the words he said were loud: "Teacher, I have identified you, and you will not change in this life." ”

Teacher, I have decided that you will not change in this life.

Eleven words, Mo Yiqiao said categorically, leaving no room for error. Dong Yumo was slightly stunned.

After being stunned, Dong Yumo looked at the big boy who was one step away from him, and suddenly felt a little funny.

How old is this child? How dare you say that this life will not change? Does he know that on the road of life, the most important thing is the change?

Dong Yumo thought so in his heart, and said the same on his lips: "You're just an adult, right?" It's too early to say that it's too early to live. ”

Looking at the disapproval in Dong Yumo's eyes, Mo Yiqiao stepped forward and held the armrest of the seat with both hands, and then knelt down on one knee.

Looking directly at Dong Yumo's calm and detached eyes, Mo Yiqiao smiled: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were unattainable. ”

"It is selfish to like someone, and to accept and please the person he likes in the name of liking him, whether sincerely or not, is pathetic. Later, when I saw what you said, I realized that your unkindness is not cold, but too pure. ”

"On Saturday on the second floor, your smile after unloading the baggage of the past is amazing."

Mo Yiqiao's eyes were dyed with aggression, revealing his truest self in Dong Yumo's calm gaze.

With a slight movement of his arm, he encircled Dong Yu Mo into his arms, Mo Yiqiao leaned over, almost nose to nose with Dong Yu Mo: "Teacher, I like you, if you don't know, it's unfair to me." ”

The distance was too close, Mo Yiqiao's breath sprayed on his face, and Dong Yumo felt a little itchy. Listening to Mo Yiqiao's words, Dong Yumo did not flinch or answer, and remained silent.

Dong Yu Mo's shallow breath was in his ears, inhaling the fragrance of the laundry detergent on Dong Yu Mo's body into his lungs, Mo Yiqiao felt that his throat was very thirsty.

Gently kissing the delicate skin on the side of his mouth, Mo Yiqiao's voice was hoarse: "Teacher, do you hate me?" ”

Mo Yiqiao's touch gave Dong Yumo a feeling, just like the wind passing by his cheeks, that feeling, Dong Yumo didn't hate it in his heart, but he didn't have any other emotions.

Dong Yumo's silence is not happy or angry.

Mo Yiqiao smiled, and he had to give a light kiss on Dong Yumo's lips, and he was separated with a touch.

After stealing the kiss, Mo Yiqiao withdrew his hand and retreated to his original position, looking straight at Dong Yumo with dark eyes: "Teacher, give me a chance, I can make you only happy from now on." ”

Looking at the undisguised wildness and domineering in Mo Yiqiao's eyes, Dong Yumo still didn't speak.

He can feel that Mo Yiqiao's words are sincere, but who can guarantee the deadline for a teenage child's sincerity?

Dong Yumo looked at Mo Yiqiao with scrutiny, and Mo Yiqiao opened himself to his sweetheart.

On the second floor, there was silence.

Time passed in silence, his left leg knelt numb, Mo Yiqiao's heart tightened more and more, and his palms began to get wet.

On the surface, Mo Yiqiao's eyes were clear and calm, but in fact, Mo Yiqiao was nervous.

He didn't know his explanation, his original intention, his feelings, whether the teacher was willing to accept it or not.

If the teacher doesn't accept it, what should he do next? What does he have to do to impress his teachers?

In the face of feelings, Mo Yiqiao could only cut through the decision of his sweetheart and lungs, and the calculations in his heart were useless.

At the corner of the stairs, He Kunyu silently moved his squatting and numb legs, and the numbness that pierced his heart made He Kunyu grin.

Mo Yiqiao actually confessed to Dongdong? Oh my God, this content is just amazing!

"You play with the sky?"

In the silence, Dong Yumo opened his mouth lightly, but the content of his words did not match Mo Yiqiao's request.

Mo Yiqiao, who was nervously waiting for Dong Yumo's verdict, was stunned by Dong Yumo's words: "Hmm." ”

Dong Yumo: "Xinghu suit? ”

Mo Yiqiao said that, Dong Yumo only said it when Han Zheng gave him flowers.

Mo Yiqiao knew that it could only show that Mo Yiqiao played the sky, or the same server as Dongyu Mo.

At this point, Mo Yiqiao understood what Dong Yumo meant: "I am a thin spring shirt." ”

Thin spring shirt?

Listening to Mo Yiqiao's answer, Dong Yumo was a little surprised.

Dong Yumo is no stranger to the name of Chun Yibo, which has been drilling under his nose from the beginning, and even has a good impression.

Looking at Dong Yumo's undisguised surprise, Mo Yiqiao smiled: "Teacher, if you like to see the scenery, I can accompany you, from level 25 to level 60." From the sky to see other games, from now to see old. If the teacher doesn't give me a chance, he will sentence me to death, and I will live up to the fate of Chun Yi Bo and Dongmo to see flowers. ”

Looking at Mo Yiqiao, who was firm and sincere, thinking of the strange fate of Dong Mo looking at flowers and spring clothes, Dong Yumo turned his head sideways: "Eighteen years old, you haven't really liked someone yet." ”

When Mo Yiqiao heard this, he raised in his heart: "Teacher? ”

Dong Yumo took Mo Yiqiao's hand: "Maybe you can't tell how you feel about me now."

Pushing Mo Yiqiao's hands away, Dong Yumo stood up and broke away from Mo Yiqiao's hug range: "I sometimes wonder what I would be like now if Dong Chile hadn't stretched out his hand to me at the beginning, or if I had distinguished the difference between admiration and liking." ”

"A moment of amazement, not love."

"Mo Yiqiao, go downstairs."