Put down the phone, close your eyes, this kind of feeling that does not belong to me is still not good. I seem to have made up my mind, although I am still a little disappointed to make this decision.

In the next few days, Mu Liang's text messages would still be sent every day, at least thirty or fifty a day. I selectively reply to messages every day, I know myself, I know my mother, and I know this family. I'm really not fit for a relationship.

Every night: good night, 8023

I still don't know what 8023 means, and over and over again, it's definitely not a typo, and I didn't even search for it on the Internet. People are probably like this, if they can't accept it, they will be fortified.

On the fourth day of junior high school, my father came back. From the moment they entered the door, neither of them spoke to each other. I also admire that they can get along like this for decades, and the Cold War can generally carry it for half a month. Sometimes I do the middleman, and it works at first. After that, it was useless, and my father didn't want to call my mother to eat, and my mother didn't eat my father's food, and both of them would be angry with me at the same time, and they both glared at me. Sometimes, when my father still didn't bend down, my mother would poke my head with her fingers and teeth, thinking that I was too stupid. In fact, I have told my father many times in private, and he has given up trying to persuade me, and every time I try to persuade him, he pushes me viciously.

There's nothing I can do about them.

The day after Dad came home, he was going to the bookstore to read a book, and Mom's suspicion was repeated, and she suspected that Dad must have come back on purpose to take money from home to give to his ex-wife and son. So he asked me to find an excuse to go to the bookstore with my father, and I was like a spy.

Although I didn't want to, I couldn't bear the curse my mother pointing at my head, so I had to follow my father to the bookstore.

On the bus, I received a text message, and it was still muliang.

"What are you doing?"

I replied, "Go to the bookstore and read a book." ”

"You love to learn so much? I don't even know where there is a bookstore outside of the school, can you tell me which bookstore? Mu Liang was curious.

"There is a big book city under the Chengnan Interchange, and there are many wholesale books." I replied.

Mu Liang didn't send it again, and I didn't take it to heart.

Maybe Dad was really just reading, maybe it was because I followed, so we stayed in the book city at the Chengnan Interchange.

I looked through a few albums, and by the way, I found some materials for writing my thesis next semester, as well as inspiration for my graduation project.

Dad was reading the latest news in another corner of the bookstore.

Two hours passed in a flash, and my father put down the book and called me to go back with me.

As soon as I walked to the door of the book city, a familiar person approached me.

It's him! Is that him?

I was a little incredulous, and he saw me and smiled at me. It's really him! It's Mu Liang! His hair was shorter and sunnier than before, and I almost dropped my jaw at the sight of him.

Because I was with my father, I didn't dare to stay, I followed my father's footsteps, but my mind was still blank. This is the fifth year of junior high school, and it's too early to leave school! Why did he end up in Southtown? He just asked me which bookstore I was, did he come to see me?

I had a series of questions, and I didn't have a chance to ask him them clearly.

When he saw me coming out, he smiled and followed me, about a dozen meters away.

I should have seen that I was with my dad, and he didn't say hello to me, so he followed me.

I looked back at him, and he waved his hand gently until my dad and I got to the bus stop. Mu Liang stood not far from us, separated by three or four people. I looked up and pretended to be looking at the traffic, but I saw him looking in my direction.

The car came, and my father and I got into the car in the crowd.

Dad sat at the front of the bus, and I was used to standing, so I walked straight to the back door and held on to the pole. Mu Liang stood on the platform, and this time he didn't get on the train. He waved at where I was standing, smiling like a row of teeth, his eyes narrowing into slits. The silly look is very funny, but it can't hide his handsomeness.

A few people on the platform and in the car looked at me and then at me, tall and thin, he waved his hand, which was indeed eye-catching. I turned to the side, pretending not to know, and pretending that it wasn't me who greeted Mu Liang.

I was so nervous that I felt like my heart was beating absolutely flat. I lowered my head and saw that my father was not looking this way, and I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

The car shook and the car started. I dared to slowly turn my head to look out the window. He chased a few steps forward, still smiling and waving.

Before I could react again, my phone rang, and it was his message.

"I finally saw you again, and I almost didn't make it."

I was so surprised that I asked my question: "Isn't it supposed that school hasn't started yet?" How did you end up in Southtown? ”

"I'm coming to see you."

In a few short words, my heart rolled like a wave, and I didn't know how to reply to him.

"I'll just take a look from afar, I won't come up and disturb you." Mu Liang sent another message.

He seemed to know that I would refuse, and the more he said that, the less I knew what to do. I bit my lip, nervous.

"If you have concerns, I'll not show up next time without you knowing, okay? Don't get angry. I'm sorry. ”

I don't know if he saw that I didn't reply to the text and thought I might be angry. Maybe it was because I avoided his eyes just now, avoided him to say hello, and pretended not to see it was a little hurtful. When I saw his text message saying this, I felt that my eyes were a little moist.

Actually, why don't I be moved? I know that his school is more than two hours' drive from the Chengnan Interchange Book City. In other words, he received a message from me here, and he came non-stop.

"I just want to see if you're okay and you're not happy on New Year's Day. After seeing you, I'm relieved. He kept sending messages to explain.

"Hmm." I replied with one word. I really don't know how to refuse, I've never felt such warmth, so I'm conflicted.

I was afraid of him getting closer, but I couldn't go against my heart. In fact, I am not a wooden man, the fastest train of more than 20 hours, he came from his hometown, just to see me, and accompanied me for more than ten minutes.

But I don't seem to be worthy of this hot and sunny relationship. I have been growing in a shady place for a long time, like a phototaxis plant, seeing the light, and unconsciously approaching it.

Contradictions and uneasiness grew wildly in his heart, and Mu Liang was like a stone, suddenly stirring up a pool of stagnant water. It's also like a firefly, shining brightly to illuminate me in the dark. I am used to calm stagnant water, and I am also used to being silent in the dark. I feel that I am suitable for living alone and not in love. But with such an unconventional plot now, I never thought that a plot like an idol drama would happen to me.