Chapter 8: full of nonsense

Chapter 8: full of nonsense

    The flower-armed man was covered with a flushed face, and his muscular and knotted arms waved a few times, but he didn't dare to hit Ruan Qingmu, his big copper bell-like eyes stared at Ruan Qing. Twilight shouted vaguely, "Let go of me!"

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him coldly and finally let go.

      Piss out!"

     Ruan Qingmu smiled, threw down the towel, and opened the small drawer in front of the bed, and put some sterile towels for massage and disposable water cups in it.

    He reached out and grabbed a small pair of scissors next to him, weighed it, and threw it with his backhand.

    "Fuck! You can do it!"

    Ruan Qingmu crossed her arms, brought her face close, and looked at him carefully: "Are you not afraid? Do the pipes go back and forth?"

    The man with the flower arm rubbed his neck after realizing it, and he didn't feel any pain, how come there are blood beads?

    He stared blankly at the blood on his hand, and suddenly jumped up: "Are you crazy? Where did you learn these crooked ways? If you use a knife like this outside, if you really hurt someone What should I do? What's wrong with learning, learn from your dead ghost father!"

    As soon as the words came out, he saw Ruan Qingmu's expressionless face, and suddenly closed his mouth, and after a long while he said carefully, "My mouth is...you, you don't take it seriously."

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him coolly, and after a long time, she smiled slowly: "Yes, my dad can stab people, it should be inherited."

      You're a **** bad learner, have you ever thought about your mother?!"

     Ruan Qingmu: "…"

    Damn it.

    Look at this hard-working virtue, I don't know, I thought community volunteers came to the door.

    "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking." Ruan Qingmu lowered her eyelids impatiently, "Get away from me, my mother doesn't want to see you."

      , what's wrong? You're not an adult. When you go to college, your mother won't have to be a widow anymore, and then I'll propose to your mother. "

    Ruan Qingmu stretched out her foot and pointed at him, her face cold: "My mother will not marry you if she wants to marry someone."

    He reached out to unlock the door, he turned and walked out: "Let me go, you are not welcome here in the future."

    The flower-armed man hurriedly put on his shoes and ran after him: "Where did your mother find a man like me, I'm still eight years younger than your mother, and I don't dislike it!"

    As she was shouting, she saw Mu Wanli's face full of anger, staring at him fiercely, her voice softened suddenly: "Hey, Sister Li, don't be angry, don't be angry, my son and I chat."

    Mu Wanli pushed him outward with a stern face: "Bum, my son bothers you, you should stop dangling in front of the old lady."

    In the next room, two yellow hairs also jumped out and ran out embarrassedly with the flower-armed man. The flower-armed man was pushed out of the door by Mu Wanli, not annoyed, just whispered: "Hey, Sister Li, something is wrong with your son! Just stare at him, don't tell him to learn badly, really..."

    The small living room was quiet, and all the guests who came to the door disappeared.

    Mu Wanli peeked at her son and asked carefully, "I'm going to pack your school luggage?"

    Ruan Qingmu watched his mother go to the inner room, stretched out his hand and pulled Xiao Zheng to sit down: "Brother Zheng, I'm going to live on campus, and I won't be able to come back for one day in a week."

    Xiao Zheng opened his white pupils: "Well, study hard, don't worry your mother."

     Ruan Qingmu said softly, "I only worry about you. In the future when I'm gone, you help me protect them both."

    He sighed: "When you can't protect it, don't be brave, just remember to tell me back."

    …

    Mu Wanli took a taxi and sent her son to the gate of No. 3 Middle School.

    The school has access control at night, and outsiders are not allowed to enter and exit. The guard saw that Ruan Qingmu was really inconvenient, but he was accommodating. He called the male dormitory building and asked the male administrator on duty to come and help Carry luggage.

    "Pay attention to your body. Don't save what's delicious in the cafeteria, just buy it." She urged, cruel, and whispered, "In this life...you mother, I will never marry again. , don't think too much about it."

    Ruan Qingmu looked at her steadily and said softly, "Mom, that's not what I meant."

    It is similar to this reincarnated mother.

    In any case, since he used this body, he has to recognize this mother and plan to take care of her for a lifetime.

    At this moment, a car suddenly approached the school gate, stopped silently, and a boy inside walked down.

    Uncle Yan followed Qin Yuan out of the car, helped take out the luggage from the trunk, looked up, and said happily: "Oh, what a coincidence. This is not the one during the day, the lame can't hit the car. s student?"

    Qin Yuan's hand froze slightly when he went to pick up the luggage.

    He turned his head and saw the mother and son at the school gate at a glance.

    The street light at the school entrance is very bright, shining on Ruan Qingmu's face in front of the guard room.

    Completely different from the provocation and arrogance in the daytime, the young man facing his relatives had a shallow smile on his face, his sharp eyebrows and eyes only looked delicate, and there was no hostility.

    Mu Wanli reached out to help her son straighten his collar, and whispered, "Get along well with your classmates and study hard."

    Ruan Qingmu casually said nonsense: "Mom, don't worry, I'm easy-going, my classmates like me. This semester, I'll show you a high score."

    Besides, a faint light hum suddenly sounded.

    As soon as Ruan Qingmu raised her head, her eyes instantly widened.

    Under the snow-white incandescent lamp, the familiar face was not far away, and a pair of black glass eyes looked at him quietly.

    Qin Yuan slowly dragged his suitcase and came over.

     Easy-going? Do your classmates like him? Get a high score?

    The ability to lie with eyes open is not small.

    Ruan Qingmu watched him approach, and then stopped in front of him, a little surprised. He tentatively waved at Qin Yuan: "Hi—"

    Qin Yuan lowered his eyebrows and did not respond.

    The light of the street lamp hit his face, casting a shadow on the straight bridge of his nose. His eyes fell on the crutches at Ruan Qingmu's feet, he seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, then bent down and stretched out his hand, grabbing the handle of Ruan Qingmu's suitcase.

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him dumbfounded.

    ? ?

    Suddenly, he waved at Mu Wanli energetically: "Mom, go back! Look, my classmate is here."

    Pointing to Qin Yuan who was standing on the side, his peach blossom eyes smiled faintly: "No. 1 in the whole grade, senior squad leader, my good buddy!"

    …

    Before nine o'clock in the evening, the classrooms of senior three were still brightly lit. Senior high school students start earlier and have already entered **** mode in advance.

    Today is the first day of returning to school for the second year of high school, and there is no mandatory requirement for self-study in the evening. Except for the students in the Peiyou class, most of the students spend the summer in the air-conditioned room of the dormitory.

    Qin Yuan's waist was straight, and he walked side by side with Ruan Qingmu, who was leaning on crutches.

    Ruan Qingmu tilted her head to look at him: "Student Qin, thank you."

    Qin Yuan was expressionless, pulling the levers of the two suitcases with both hands and moving forward silently.

    "Hey, are you coming to live on campus too?" Ruan Qingmu was not discouraged, she still asked with a smile

    Qin Yuan turned a deaf ear.

    "By the way, did you choose a competition class for every course?"

    "Hey, don't ignore people - monitor Qin? Big brother Qin? Qin Xueba?"

    Qin Yuan turned his face slightly, his cold eyes stopped on his face: "Aren't you boring?"

     Ruan Qingmu's eyes were innocent: "Of course it's not boring. I just like to make fun of boring people."

    Qin Yuan didn't speak again, and bowed his head forward.

    After finishing the question in the afternoon, he was idle and distracted, browsed silently in the large group that never set foot in, and vaguely pieced together a general portrait of this person.

    Poor grades, weak and introverted. I don't like to socialize with my classmates. I had a car accident at the end of last semester. When this semester starts, I feel a little nervous.

    Not only did they have inexplicable conflicts with their class 1, but after returning to their class, they dragged their disabled legs and fought with their class tyrant Liu Jun!

    "Hey, classmate Qin, I want to ask you something, are you really that good at fighting?" Ruan Qingmu chattered behind him again, "You read books and do problems every day in your life, how did you learn to fight? what?"

    Qin Yuan gave him a cold look: "In this life?"

    "Yeah, let's not talk about the past life, let's talk about it now." Ruan Qingmu's expression was sincere.

    Qin Yuan spit out a few words: "full of nonsense."

    Ruan Qingmu raised her eyebrows, looked at him, and suddenly smiled.

    "I used to know a friend who, like you, always scolds me like this." He said, "But he scolds more fiercely than you."

    "Really?"

     Ruan Qingmu walked forward slowly, the crutches made a "tuk-tuk" sound on the path: "Yeah, all kinds of tricks, ruthless, eloquent, despicable... have been scolded."

    Qin Yuan could not bear to stop.

    "Are you watching too many trash TV shows?" He frowned lightly and said coldly, "It's a second year in high school, why don't you hurry up and do some questions."

    Ruan Qingmu looked at him with a smile in her eyes: "Okay, but I can't, why don't you teach me? - Hey, just kidding, don't be angry! Hey, you can go. It's too fast, I can't catch up..."

    …

    At the door of the boy's building, Uncle Zhou, the dormitory, pulled the keychain: "You are Ruan Qingmu. Your teacher Jane came to explain it before get off work. Yo, this leg is really lame."

     Ruan Qingmu leaned against the window of the dormitory room as if she was not doing anything right: "Yes, it's me, where did you sign?"

    He casually signed the registration form, turned around and waved at Qin Yuan behind him: "Thank you, go back to the dormitory."

    Qin Yuan stood in the shadow of the corridor, ignoring him, but did not let go of his suitcase.

     Ruan Qingmu was surprised: "Oh, you still have to say goodbye after a thousand miles, why don't you leave?"

    Qin Yuan looked at the stairs coldly and spit out, "Your Class 9 dormitory is on the fourth floor."

     Ruan Qingmu looked at him and finally realized: Dare to help him send the box to the fourth floor?

    —Sure enough.

    The same person from the past.

    Uncle Zhou finally found the door card: "Here, this is the door card, you can enter after swiping it. Here is the dormitory management manual, take a copy and take a good look at it - it is not allowed. High-power electrical appliances, no open flames, no playing on mobile phones, reading novels and comics after lights out - we have spare key cards, we can check in at any time, and if we see them, they will be confiscated unconditionally."

     Ruan Qingmu took it over: "Okay."

    "There is no empty room on the entire first floor. There is also a second-year high school student in this room, but he usually comes to live less often. You can make do with him temporarily."

    As soon as he looked up, he saw Qin Yuan in the shadow: "Oh, you are also there, just right."

    He beckoned to Qin Yuan: "Come on, this is your new roommate, I have inconvenient legs and feet, help me take care of it."

    Qin Yuan: “…”

     Ruan Qingmu: "…"

    Uncle Zhou looked at Qin Yuan's sullen face, and said earnestly: "I know you love tranquility, isn't this really impossible to arrange? Don't worry, at most one or two months, his legs will be fine. , when the time comes, give him back to the fourth floor!"

    The author has something to say: Mr. Qin: Being attacked on the chest during the day, feels a little dangerous at night.