The saddest thing is that I looked at every inch of my thoughts and found that...there is indeed such a flying feather in the subconscious, at least emotionally.

Perhaps it started with Mu Qiuyun's word "spare tire".Or maybe, from the very beginning, after subconsciously comparing him with Gu Jiaming... it started.

Since it exists.

That is original sin.

"Let's go to class today. I've been thinking about how Miss Mu still thinks of someone like me." Suddenly I heard, "After thinking about it, I can only think that Miss Mu has something for me." Qian Duoduo Squeezing out a dismal smile, "I hope it's not that."

I was silent for a long time.

"Yes."

I said.Then, Qian Duoduo froze for a moment.

I no longer dared to look at his face, I lowered my head, braced myself, my slightly white lips moved quickly,

"Hey, me. That... I think Li Xiuyu has suffered enough injuries. If this goes on, it's a bit too much. He, he, he, he is just a, being, being adopted after all, so if he can't go to school, A bit, a bit too much, after all, his grades are, also, very, very good... so the money..."

Occasionally, he secretly glanced at Qian Duoduo's eyes.My voice faltered.

The pair of red, familiar eyes were bloodshot and moist, and he stared at me with a gaze that I couldn't explain clearly. I promise it wasn't hatred, but it was definitely not nostalgia either.

"Did you know that my dad is with him?" Qian Duoduo asked tremblingly.

"Um……"

"Do you think Li Xiuyu is more important than me?" asked again.

"not me,"

"——It's not that you. Mom doesn't want me to feel him and plead with you. Mom already knew that Li Xiuyu was the mistress. Mom didn't tell me?!"

Qian Duoduo suddenly stood up and slammed the table heavily, smashing the dishes under his hands.Broken china had cut his hand, and the crumbs were embedded in the wound, white as cockroach eggs.

An unspeakable emotion surged in my heart, guilty?It does not seem.sad?It seems more than that.My only thought turned out to be... to run away.

What I think in my mind is to be more competitive.

But subconsciously, he has already gone out.

Throat seems to be useless.

After running a few steps, I suddenly heard a loud roar from behind:

"Mu Zhili!!! You, mother, are such a stinky bastard!!!"

Startled.

Tears welled up.

Then I heard the second hoarse sentence:

"Mu Zhili...! I love you...! I love you too...!" "But this is... the last thing I will do for you..."

The world was suddenly quiet.

I thought I'd be relieved to hear that.

But what was waiting was a heavier and more stooped back.

In the end, I left in An Jianchen's car.I don't know what the end result is, and I don't know how the mess was finally cleaned up.As soon as I smelled the faint scent of flowers in An Jianchen's car and on his body, I only felt relieved, and I just wanted to fall into a deep sleep.

Then I had a weird dream.

In the dream, there was a fat bear crying, with bone spurs growing all over its body...

After waking up, I cried and greeted Jianchen:

"Old Ann, am I a bad woman?"

He was silent for a long time.

"Yes."

Then nod.

"You are cutely bad, but also deadly bad."

I hate this answer.But I also understand—some words are disgusting and ridiculous, but they are sad and sincere.I obviously can't learn the means of bad women, but I have already got into the essence.

At night, I begged An Jianchen to accompany me for a while, but he insisted on leaving, no matter how much I begged, he refused.

asked him, he said:

"Don't give me another bad chance."

That night.

A seemingly non-existent nightmare.

When I woke up the next day, I almost curled up into that strange new "Weiwei", and almost became its cotton.Going to the mirror, I saw haggard but still attractive Mo pupils, and messy long hair.

After combing casually, tie a simple ponytail, and wear the simplest white coat, jeans, and flat shoes.My stomach is empty, but I feel relieved and not hungry.When I got in the car, the driver's aunt stepped on the accelerator, but I suddenly moved:

"Auntie, take me to the XX hospital in the western suburbs."

——XX Hospital is Meng Chang's nursing home.

I don't know why, but I suddenly want to see him.Probably because everyone else I know in the world doesn't want to meet, so that's the only redundant answer left.

I asked my aunt to stop by a certain candy store, bought several large bags of candy, and went to the pastry shop next door to pack a lot of cakes.Fill the back seat to the ground.When I arrived at the nursing home, I saw a boy in a wheelchair playing PSV, so I got out of the car and called him to stop.He looked at me for a moment, then suddenly smiled:

"Ah! It's Brother An's beautiful sister!"

I told him that my surname was Mu, and I called me Sister Mu, not Brother An's big sister, and then asked him to share the candies and cakes in the car with the children here.

He turned the wheelchair to a certain intersection, made a horn with his hand and shouted: "Brother An's sister Mu is here to deliver delicious food!!!"

A staggered foot.

Then more than a dozen little girls and boys ran over when they heard the sound, picking and picking in the open space beside the car.The childish voices of children are noisy but they can also wash away a lot of chaotic emotions. I stood still and looked at them in a daze, thinking of the "me" I was when I was a child, Xiao Zhili.

The boy's life in the past suddenly seemed like an empty dream...

I even wondered, did I exchange souls with him, or did we suddenly create and seal each other's memory?

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly smiled wryly: I'm so disgusting.In fact, I am using this kind of whimsy to escape the fact that there is some unforgivable inferiority in my soul.

That inferiority is - I am a bad woman.

After the sugar and cake were divided, sensible children came to thank them one after another. A little girl asked: "How can I be as beautiful as my sister?" I smiled and told her: "Don't, or it will hurt people." Ask: "How to marry a beautiful girl like my sister." I said to him seriously: "It's very simple. Eat more, exercise more, and keep a good mood. Then..." "Then daydream more and you can marry arrive."

After comforting the group of children, he stared at the lawn for a while.Only then did I remember that the purpose of coming here seemed to be to meet Meng Chang.But does it matter whether you see it or not?It seems to be important, but it doesn't seem to be important.

But since you're here, let's see you.

Go into the building.

Take the elevator.

on 406.

Pushing the door open, Meng Chang was drawing in the silent ward.

I wasn't disturbed, and he didn't notice either.The drawing board is placed by the window, and a pair of rather weak and thin hands are daubing the drawing board delicately. He occasionally looks out of the window solemnly, and a beam of sunlight shines on his cheeks, his paintbrush, and his drawing paper.I quietly leaned over and saw a very delicate sketch.

But that is not a delicate landscape.

Instead.

people.

A bad woman.

I, Mu Zhili.

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In the painting is a "girl" with various styles.Willow-leaf eyebrows, peach-blossom eyes, the delicate outline is just right, the autumn water seems to freeze, and it seems to be affectionate under the ice, without a smile but overflowing with charm, cold, but also attractive.

This line-drawn delicate face is both familiar and unfamiliar.She is more like Mu Zhili's expression in my memory, but I don't know if it has become like this before I realized it.

The past is like a dream.Waking up to remember, I can't remember clearly anymore.

I silently waited until Meng Chang finished painting.

With the last stroke, Meng Chang breathed a sigh of relief and stretched himself.The fist that was raised back touched my shoulder, and the soft touch made him slightly stunned. Turning around in doubt, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"Mu, Mu, Mu..." He stammered.

"My name is Brother Mu." I knocked his brains out.

He rubbed his head and smiled sweetly, "Okay, Brother Mu." Suddenly he was taken aback, suddenly aware of something, blushing and hastily stretched out his hand to block the painting, I saw his silly appearance and laughed:

"What are you waiting for~~ I've already seen it all over."

"Sorry……"

"Sorry for what?"

"You...don't like me drawing you...you've always disliked me painting...you feel useless..."

I poked Meng Chang's drooping forehead with a casually coquettish tone,

"Then~ I like it now, can't I~?"

Meng Chang couldn't believe it.

Immediately, a very pleasant surprise was revealed.

Regardless of Meng Chang's reaction, I took the portrait off the drawing board and observed it carefully.He is not completely in the realistic sketch style, but more like an anime style.I like it very much.

Saying that I like his paintings is not just talking casually.In the past, when I was bragging in the group, I was most envious of those big programmers, big painters, and big authors. This kind of people can make money and live at home. I always feel very happy.And drawing illustrations I remember earning a lot of money?

One sheet is seven or eight hundred, one or two thousand, and if you do it casually, it will be eight or nine thousand a month. emmm, seems ok to me?

But for the former "Mu Zhili", she was indeed worthless.As for the current "Mu Qiuyun"?He doesn't seem to care about other people's future.I can't understand his life plan at all, what is an investment bank...?What is a Series B…?What is a backdoor…?

All I know is that he must take the Tsinghua University entrance examination, and his life plan also includes two years in China and then going abroad for further studies.Although I really don't want him to go abroad, but if that's the way he wants, I'm willing to wait.

Even if you can't wait.

"It's overcast."

Meng Chang looked at the clouds in the distance and murmured.

"It's always going to rain."

I put down the paper, and looked at the scattered pedestrians who hurried back downstairs, lost in thought.

When I’m free, I can’t help thinking about it. When I was a child, I thought about the present, and I thought about Mu Qiuyun, Gu Jiaming, Lao An, and Li Fang.Finally thinking of Lao Wang, An Jianchen doesn't want her anymore, will she come back in the future?I like the group of four, the "salty old king's hands" who are messing around, and then I thought... I should ask Mu Qiuyun to apologize to the old king.

Ugh.

What, just to force me to meet, you do this kind of thing that always makes me feel a lump in my heart.Should I be flattered to step on a horse...?But I want to punch him more...

Many thoughts became more and more viscous.I leaned against the wall, already speechless.Meng Chang suddenly interjected cautiously:

"Well, Zhili... If it's something that you can't figure out and is very complicated, I suggest you not get too entangled."

"Hmm~?"

I snort foolishly.

He chuckled lightly, perhaps finding it pleasing to the eye, and explained in a warm voice,

"You have always been a little fool, always sentimental and always worried, but most of the problems you think about have no results, and you can't figure out a result. Wouldn't it be too boring to waste most of your life time on corners? ? A lifetime is too short, too short..."

"It makes sense!" I mused, "Then do you have a computer? I still think it's good enough to play games."

"I don't have a computer, but I have paintbrushes. Watercolors, brushes, and oil painting sets are all prepared, do you want to play?" He pointed to a big box next to the bed, a little excited...I guess he usually has a lot of Amway.

"I don't know!" But I was still slightly excited in my heart, "Then... I want to draw Kirito!"

"That black-clothed swordsman from SAO?"

"Hmm! Have you watched SAO too?"

I was surprised that Meng Chang turned out to be a fan friend.

pity.

"I haven't read it," he shook his head, "but Ding Ding Ming must have heard of it, haha, I read more miscellaneous books. But you Zhili...why did you suddenly start watching anime."

"Brother also watched, he was brought in." At this time, he decisively pulled Mu Qiuyun out to push the blame.

But there's nothing wrong with it, my sister doesn't watch it, and then my brother's soul travels in with interest in anime.Abbreviation: Brought in by brother.

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