Uncle and aunt came home earlier than Mouli expected.
When they returned, Mouli was studying on the sofa in her furry pajamas.The uncle was holding the roast duck in his left hand, and the cat he had brought back from a colleague’s house in his right hand. My aunt followed behind, muttering, “Let’s finish eating before that kid Xingyun comes back.”
The three met head-on.
The scene was once very embarrassing.
In the end, this was what Mo Xingyun saw when he returned home - his father, mother and cousin were sitting at the dining table eating roast duck together.
Mo Wuli's uncle said: "You're back? Hurry up and make the black tea we bought on the way, and let Lily taste it. Lily, if it tastes good, you can take a few more bags."
Mouli's aunt said: "Lily, you take care of our Xingyun over there. He is so stupid and clumsy, he doesn't know what he is doing every day. Who knows if he will learn well. Is the living expenses enough? Without usSaid. You should dress up more when you are in college."
"Why are you still standing there?" The uncle looked back at his son, "Go boil water and make tea!"
Mo Xingyun: "..."
I really don't know who is real.
It's not surprising that Mo Wuli has been excellent in both essays and studies since she was a child. She was in the training class for middle and high schools, and she was also the president of the student union.And she is very independent, never need adults to worry about.Mo Xingyun's parents are both heartless and good people, they love her so much, in their eyes, Mo Wuli is impeccable.
Mouli talked and laughed happily with her uncle and aunt.Mo Xingyun boiled water, took out the tea leaves, and sat down at the dining table.He sat next to Dad, across from Mouli.Four people were eating, and the cat circled the people's feet under the table.Such a daily scene has been a long time coming.
Uncle asked: "Has your father contacted you?"
"No."
"Still talking about what they are doing, I think it is hopeless." Auntie said bluntly, without concealing it.
Mouli replied calmly: "I think so too."
Mouli packed her luggage and was about to leave.Mo Xingyun was pushed by her parents to the high-speed rail station.
When the two went out together, Mo Wuli and Mo Xingyun had nothing to talk about and went their separate ways.Mo Xingyun also asked her: "How is school?"
After getting on the bus, Mo Xingyun took a seat. There was an empty seat next to him. Mo Wuli was still standing. He subconsciously held down the chair and called her name: "You can sit here."
Mouli came over, glanced at him, and didn't appreciate it: "You sit by yourself."
One person does not need two seats.He had to let go and let the other passengers sit down.
They do start early.
Mouli arrived at school early.The preview course was quite interesting, which led to her having a fulfilling holiday, and she didn't notice anything strange about Wen Jing at all.During the winter vacation, he didn't reply to her messages very much.Wen Jing thought it was obvious that he was getting emotional, but Mo Wuli didn't notice it at all, which made him very upset.
In the second semester of freshman year, professional courses will be officially opened. There are many new courses, and the class committee must be busy.
Mo Wuli arrived at the school ahead of time, joined the deputy monitor and the study committee, and got busy with receiving the class schedule for a meeting.
Before the meeting, several people chatted in the corridor.When arrived at the university, the class committee members were all children who could plan their lives. When chatting, the topics could not escape the application for scholarships and how their studies were progressing.Mouli crossed her arms, made a gossip or two from time to time, and easily got along with them.
The teaching building where the meeting was held was very close to the library, and at this moment, she saw Wen Jing passing downstairs.
She greeted him, as usual, mildly.Wen Jing turned around and left.
The deputy squad leader asked: "Isn't that Wen Jing? Did he not see you?"
Mouli said, "I don't know."
Mouli was puzzled.There's still work to do right now.After the meeting of the class committees of the whole school, several class committees of their class have to hold separate meetings.Counting the grades of the last semester, distributing notices, printing class schedules, preparing work reports... There are too many things to do.
There are only novice tasks in the first semester of the freshman year, and the difficulty of completing the class is the lowest. 99.9% of the people will not have problems at this time.However, there are very few exceptions.
If someone wants to make up the exam or retake it, the class representative will forward the notice to the class group.Before that, as a class committee member, Mouli could see the documents in advance.
"Ideological and Moral Cultivation" - number of people who need to retake - 1 person
Mouli stayed with her eyes, dragged the mouse on the interface, and saw Yi Siwei's name.
Re-study method: 1. Follow-up re-study; 2. Course replacement; 3. Self-study re-study-1. Follow-up re-study
Remarks: There is no class for this course this semester, and the number of pre-registration for the retake is 1, and the retake will be retaken separately.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and Mouli pressed her face with her other hand.
The deputy squad leader caught sight of her expression and couldn't help but say, "Squad leader, don't you think Yi Siwei isn't pleasing to your eyes?"
"Ah?" Mouli hastily restrained her smile.
The deputy squad leader said: "He often treats guests. As long as it is convenient, everyone will give him some face. But, squad leader, you never give him water. You can't understand him?"
"Hmm..." Mouli thought about it, and finally laughed, "Maybe it's true."
The summary notice of the revision of the whole grade was sent to the group, and Yi Siwei clicked on, off, on, off.Although knew it a long time ago, it was still very annoying.
If college is a cup of fruit parfait, then college moral education classes are at best cornflakes underneath, which are boring and not the point, and no one likes to eat them.Sign in for class, and most of the exams are just a formality, memorizing memorization, and forgetting when you turn around.
Being able to rebuild is also a talent.
And he is one of the lucky ones who have so few classes since the school was founded.
Yi Siwei felt bad.With this incident in his heart, he had a bad life for several days in a row. He was chased and beaten by the boss while playing games, and the expensive sushi was tasteless when his friends treated them to guests.
On the first day of school, he was walking with others on the road.Everyone happily chatted about where they went on vacation, but he kept distracting.
For some reason, girls from other schools were also there, asking him with concern: "Yi Siwei, are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Yi Siwei replied.
He turned his head, his gaze passing just above.On the ramp not far away, a girl in a black dress walked alone among the crowd.
"Wait a minute," Yi Siwei squeezed out immediately, turned around and said to Tang Qile, "You guys go."
He ran out and took a detour uphill, surrounded by people.The eyes of the people next to him followed him, but Yi Siwei just walked through the strangers.
For several days, Mo Wuli had no time to contact Wen Jing.Today finally got to talk, and made an appointment on a road in the school that was spacious enough to be open to traffic, but only allowed to walk.Pagoda trees were planted on both sides of the road, and their leaves fell in winter, and the branches were bare, like a charred corpse being hung by its arms.
Mouli arrived first, and looked down at the time.
The first month is not yet out, and the days are short and the nights are long in winter.The darkness seemed to be just a momentary thing. When we came here, the sky was still bright. After standing for a while, the twilight was everywhere.It was dark all around, and she was waiting alone, when suddenly, she was patted on the shoulder.
Mouli turned her head suddenly.
It's Yi Siwei.
why you?Mouli wanted to say.
His hair is long.This is what Mouli immediately thought of.
Yi Siwei's original intention was to find trouble, but when they met, curiosity got the upper hand: "What are you doing here?"
"I've made an appointment." The night wind blew through, messing up her black hair, and Mouli hurriedly pinned it behind her ears, staring at him with black eyes, "Are you following me?"
Yi Siwei also looked at her.He seemed to be stabbed by something sharp on her body, and he didn't respond for a while.
Mouli didn't understand why he paused.
On the dark road, except for the dry trees on both sides, there were only the two of them.Unknowingly, it began to snow again.
Yi Siwei moved, and Mouli was startled.He was rummaging through the pockets of his coat, taking out his mobile phone, fruit candy, and the business card of someone he didn't know in turn.He couldn't find what he wanted, so he started to frown and said to her, "Take a picture for me."
"ah?"
"flashlight."
Without thinking too much, Mouli took out her phone first, turned on the flashlight function, and pointed the light at him.
Under the only light in the dark night, he looked very special, he was also dressed in black, snowflakes fell on his shoulders and hair, and he looked down at the things that were turned out.
Finally, Yi Siwei opened his hand to her.He handed her a hair tie.Mouli felt suspicious and looked into his eyes.He raised his hand again, motioning for her to use it.
The long hair in the wind is mixed with snow, constantly flying.She hesitated for a moment, then slowly took it, the phone was still on in mid-air.He took it from her hand and held it for her.This time she was illuminated instead.
Mouli picked up her hair and tied it up while looking at Yi Siwei.He held his phone in one hand and put the other in his pocket, watching her patiently.Her eyes were wary, but his expression was gentle.
Mouli's hair caught in her earrings.
She gritted her teeth and suddenly remembered something.In the light, Mouli looked straight at Yi Siwei, then turned her head."Help me fix it," she said softly.
Without hesitation, Yi Siwei stretched out his hand and pulled out her hair that was caught by the earring.
Yi Siwei lowered his head.Mouli's earrings are silver, with two pieces of metal pieced together.In a daze, he remembered that he also had the same style, a golden necklace, as if it was given to him by someone.He hooked the hair with his fingers and sent it to her hand that held it.
She tied up her hair in no time.
Mouli doesn't say thank you.When the phone was handed back, the light of the flashlight dazzled two pairs of eyes.The wind was stronger, and fine snow gushed out of the night.
When Wen Jing arrived, it was so dark that he almost couldn't find anyone.
Mouli brushed her ponytail, turned her head and didn't speak.It was cold and the phone was losing power quickly. She was crossing her arms and pressing the phone to her side.
As soon as he saw Mo Wuli, Wen Jing immediately questioned: "Did you do something to apologize to me?"
When she wants to have a good temper, Mouli can do well, but when she is in a bad mood, she doesn't force herself: "What?"
"I know everything."
"I can not understand what you say."
Wen Jing said: "You know what you did." When he left the hotel that day, the incident of Mouli getting into the young boy's car was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Mouli looked at him quietly.
She suddenly felt that it was dead, it was boring, it was meaningless.After people lose their self-esteem, they become insecure, which is really troublesome.
So she said, "Don't be so emotional."
Wen Jing said loudly: "What did you say? I'm emotional?!"
Mouli didn't use her brain or emotion, she was just outputting some kind of formula for speaking: "Look, are you angry again? That's how you are. I thought you were a career-oriented boy, and those who skip class every day and pick up girlsBoys are different. But you make a fuss over a trivial matter, like a lunatic, too emotional."
"Fuck you?! Who is being emotional?" Wen Jing jumped angrily, "Mo Wuli!"
In the last sentence, she still added some real thoughts: "You really let me down, I thought you would be more useful. Let's break up."