Chapter 35: No appointment
Fang Li was startled, even more nervous than him, blushing: "What, what?"
Fu Songhua touched his pocket, took out an anonymous canteen recharge card, and put it into him: "Here, there is some money."
Fang Li stared blankly at the meal card: "Huh?"
"You use this money to buy something delicious, meat and vegetables are free to buy!" Fu Songhua looked around and whispered.
Fang Li froze for a moment: "What is this for?"
& nbsp; So thin, you don’t eat meat all the time, and poor growth is a lifetime thing. You buy delicious food and take him to eat with him.”
Fang Li's lips wriggled slightly: "He, he won't accept it?"
"Hey, you said that he covers you every time, you are grateful, so please invite him." Fu Songhua scratched his head, "Besides, the key is that you have to eat better, I I can't be with you all at once."
Fang Li stared at him in a daze, the food card in his hand was tightly squeezed, his voice was so low that he could not hear clearly: "You...why are you being so kind to me?"
Fu Songhua smiled, reached out and poked his forehead: "That's the one I cover. That's it, I'll make regular payments to this card. Feel free to swipe it. , what you and the little lame love to eat, just let it go."
As he was talking, his eyes lit up, he looked at a figure on the sidewalk by the playground, and hurriedly shouted: "Boss, boss!"
The tall boy stopped and stood under the big camphor tree, looking towards them.
Fu Songhua shouted: "Didn't you say you went back to school early? Why are you here again?"
"Well, there's a power outage at home."
Fu Songhua did not doubt that he was there, and jumped up happily: "I'm here, let's fight!"
The handsome young man under the shadow of the tree shook his head: "I have something to do, so I will go to the bedroom first."
I don't know if it's because the sun is just right and the breeze is drunk. He is usually cold, arrogant and taciturn.
Fu Songhua suddenly remembered that incident and shouted at him, "Boss, look at WeChat."
He took out his mobile phone from the clothes next to him, avoided people, and sent a message: "Boss, you have completed the task you explained. The meal is jammed for Fang Li. You can rest assured that I will do things. Said you gave it, hehe"
what."
Fu Songhua jumped up and threw the remaining water into Fang Li's arms: "Hold it for me!"
He held the basketball and ran to the court vigorously: "Grass, whoever says I can't do it, bring it to me and see if I don't torture you two to death!"
The corridor on the first floor is very shady, Qin Yuan opened the door of 106 and closed the door.
The owner of the bed table only moved away for a day, and the whole bedroom seemed to be empty for a long time, and it looked extraordinarily empty.
He quickly packed the things in his suitcase, stood in the room, and silently took out his mobile phone
The dialog box is still at the last time: "Then I'll go back to school early, I can't wait to learn!"
—That line of characters is in regular italics on the phone, but somehow, it seems to have the same slanted air as the owner.
Qin Yuan sat at the table and opened a competition practice book.
I did half a set of questions absentmindedly, looking at the time, it was past five o'clock.
After a while, the door was still quiet and no one came in.
He finally couldn't bear it any longer. He picked up his phone and hesitated for a long time before typing out a sentence: "Is there a traffic jam? Are you coming to the school cafeteria?"
No response.
The WeChat on Qin Yuan's mobile phone rang from time to time, and Fu Songhua's text messages kept jumping.
"Monitor, what time do you go to the cafeteria?"
"Have you eaten, boss? Why can't I find you in the cafeteria!"
After a while, the voice message was changed: "Boss, where are you studying for your self-study? The glasses boy in class 2 is asking, saying that if you go to the competition class for self-study at night, he has a question. To ask!"
Qin Yuan watched quietly, and replied lightly for a long time: "You ask him to take a picture for me, and I will write to him."
…
In the small kitchen, Ruan Qingmu was sweating like rain, suddenly screamed "Ah", and a plate slammed to the ground.
Xiao Zheng was startled outside and groped to the door: "What's wrong?"
Ruan Qingmu hurriedly called: "Don't come in, there are broken pieces of porcelain on the ground!"
Xiao Zheng is calmer than him: "Okay, I won't cause trouble. Be careful when you clean, don't cut your hands."
Damn, Mu Wanli and Xiaoyun haven't come back yet, they are usually in charge of the whole family's meals, and now there are two people left, one is blind, the other has never cooked Fan's son, you can't just starve for two.
Ruan Qingmu finally studied the buttons of the rice cooker, cooked rice, and heated up some leftovers, and the two of them ate it all hastily.
Finally took the time to look at the phone and saw that line of questioning.
"Is there a traffic jam? Are you coming to the school cafeteria?"
Lying there quietly, as if still stubbornly waiting.
Ruan Qingmu shook the water in her hands, stared blankly for a while, and sighed.
"I'm helping my mother cook, I'm too late." Ruan Qingmu thought about it and thought about it, and could only reply like this.
Qin Yuan was sitting in the dormitory, looking at the WeChat page.
I cook and eat with my mother, no wonder. That’s right, a mother’s kindness and filial piety to her children and the joy of her knees are the daily life of a normal person.
Not everyone is like him, the father and the stepmother who is pregnant again have often lived in other cities, only Aunt Liu who cooks and Uncle Yan, the bodyguard, follow.
He replied lightly: "Well, it should be."
Ruan Qingmu was a little confused, what should it be?
Grabbing the phone, he gritted his teeth, and suddenly replied impulsively: "I'll go back right away! Tomorrow's monthly exam, the house is so noisy, there's no way to review."
Qin Yuan grabbed his schoolbag and was about to go out to the classroom when he suddenly saw this sentence and was stunned.
Where will he go when he comes back? Should I go to their class 9 study room, or come here directly? If you're here, if it's late for the review...
Ruan Qingmu didn't say anything, and he couldn't ask anything.
Standing blankly at the door, he turned around a little nervously and put down his schoolbag.
He opened the cabinet, found a bed sheet and a spare pillow, flew up to the empty bed next door, and carefully spread it on top.
Even if you don’t live here anymore, what if you’re tired from studying and want to take a break?
…
Ruan Qingmu finished packing the floor, grabbed her suitcase, and went out. As soon as she reached the door, there was a commotion outside, and a group of people finally came back.
Brother Qiu put the little boy down, sat down on the chair, sweating all over his face, and scolded: "Fuck me! I'm so mad!"
The little boy had a lot of potions on his body, gauze in some places, and a bandage on the back of his head, making his head look bigger.
Ruan Qingmu put down the box and frowned: "What did the doctor say?"
Stitch again."
The little boy couldn't hear anything. Xiaoyun's tears fell on his face.
Ruan Qingmu squatted down, carefully avoiding the injury on his leg, picked him up, and brought him to Xiaoyun's face.
The little mute stretched out his dirty hand and slowly wiped his sister's beautiful face, with an anxious and hoarse "hoho" sound in his throat.
"I shouldn't be so soft-hearted, I should have chopped up that family with a knife!" Brother Qiu took the towel handed over by Mu Wanli, wiped his sweat, and was still angry.
Ruan Qingmu hugged the little mute and turned her head to look at him grimly.
"How can you chop them to death so easily? If you want me to say, you have to hang the couple upside down, chop off their hands, and let the blood slowly flow. The bastard's head was slapped, too, one to the left, one to the right."
Brother Qiu slapped his thigh: "Oh, that's good, it suits my appetite, so I'll do it next time!"
Mu Wanli stretched out her hand and slapped him on the head, neither serious nor serious: "Shut up! Don't let my son hurt."
Brother Qiu was beaten to the side by her.
Mu Wanli turned her head to look at Ruan Qingmu, her fiery face immediately changed to tenderness: "Twilight, don't talk nonsense, and don't learn those lines in the TV series, it's scary."
Ruan Qingmu smiled.
Mu Wanli turned her head and stared at Brother Qiu again: "Okay, let's go too. You've been busy for a few days, hurry up and get a good night's sleep."
Enough.
Xiaoyun stood up, cried and bowed deeply in the direction of Brother Qiu: "Brother Qiu, Xiaozhuang can't speak, I thank you for your kindness..."
Brother Qiu was so frightened that he hurried to the side to hide: "Oh, don't say that, if you want to thank Sister Xie Li, I will listen to her!"
Mu Wanli smiled: "Okay, come to eat tomorrow at noon, I will thank you on behalf of Xiaoyun."
Brother Qiu shyly said: "Sister Li, then I'm welcome, let's have a plate of sauerkraut and fat beef. I ate it once last time, and I'm greedy to this day."
Mu Wanli glared at him, stretched out her hand and pushed him out the door.
Ruan Qingmu pulled Mu Wanli into her room: "Mom, that child will sleep in my bed in the future, and there is usually no one in my room, so I can't believe it's empty."
Mu Wanli was stunned when she looked at the mat on the ground.
No matter how kindhearted, this is also her only son. Usually, she can't wait to give him the best. Now, in such a small house, do you still need her son to make a floor?
"Twilight, don't mind-"
Ruan Qingmu gently interrupted her: "Mom, let's settle it."
The seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is already quite tall, standing under the light, with a straight spine and a light smile, like the summer wind blowing through the bamboo forest, the expression in his eyebrows has changed adult opinion.
Mu Wanli stared blankly at her son who was a little strange, her heart aching.
"Okay, then..."
Ruan Qingmu smiled and pulled up the small suitcase beside her: "Mom, then I'm leaving."
Mu Wanli was anxious: "It's so late to go to school? It's already past ten o'clock to get there. What if the dormitory building is closed?"
Ruan Qingmu shook her head: "It's okay, I can catch up."
He doesn't want to take the bus, so he will go out and call, no matter how poor he is, he has to rush back as soon as possible!
Mu Wanli has no choice: "Okay, then you can go."
The house is in a mess, so if my son stays here, he might as well go back to school.
She turned around, looked at the little mute who was closely following Xiaoyun, and sighed: "Xiaoyun, you let go, you have to give Xiaozhuan a bath, he is really dirty ."
Although the wound was treated in the hospital, the doctor could not wash his whole body. Brother Qiu and the other big men were not able to get close to the child's body, scratching and scratching. weeping.
Xiaoyun burst into tears and said with difficulty: "Sister Li, I, I can't see..."
Xiao Zheng and her eyes are not good, this dumb brother can't communicate, someone has to take care of it, but he has to rely on people for everything, and he just feels sad and desperate.
Mu Wanli sighed: "I know, I'll wash him."
She squatted down, went to pull the little mute, and pretended to be undressing: "Come, auntie will take you a bath, clean up, understand?"
The little mute suddenly shrank, buried his head behind Xiaoyun, and never came out again.
Mu Wanli and Xiaoyun dragged for a long time, but the little mute didn't let go, and for a while they were in a state of confusion and confusion.
"Oh, how old is this child, are you embarrassed?"
Xiaoyun whispered, "It will be seven years old soon."
Mu Wanli was a little surprised.
He looked like he was only five or six years old, not the size of a city child at all.
She was helpless and funny: "Even if she is seven or eight years old, what are you afraid of my mother? Xiao Zheng is a man, but he can't see it!"
I was in a hurry when Ruan Qingmu's voice rang from behind.
"Okay, I'll try it."
…
In the bathroom, Ruan Qingmu put a basin of water, put a small plastic stool on the side, pressed the little mute on it and sat down.
From the moment Ruan Qingmu took his hand, he didn't make a noise or scream, he held his big head without a word, and stared at Ruan Qingmu with dark eyes.
Ruan Qingmu nodded his nose: "Look at your small appearance, you have deceived me again, right? You have to follow me in your last life, and nothing is left behind."
As soon as he saw this child, he was trembling in his heart, and he really couldn't care less.
The appearance of his close-fitting little guard in his previous life is quite similar, especially these eyes, they look very familiar, dark, deep and empty, as if he is used to seeing this person sadness of the world.
The little mute couldn't understand what he said, lowered his head, put his black feet into the water in the big basin, suddenly grinned and laughed silently.
Ruan Qingmu looked at his slim body and sighed.
Ruan Qingmu picked up the towel and dipped it in some water, and drew a picture at the little mute: "I'll wipe it for you, don't hide."
As the saying goes, 10 are deaf and nine are dumb, most of them can't hear well. This child can clearly babble, and obviously the vocal cords are good.
The little mute glared at him, but she didn't dodge.
s face.
Ruan Qingmu took the towel, avoiding the wounds on his body, wiping it bit by bit, biting her teeth bitterly from time to time.
No matter how careful you are, it will inevitably affect the injuries caused by the beatings. Basin water, like getting used to the pain.
Ruan Qingmu said to herself: "You are so young, why are you so miserable? I used to have a little guard who couldn't speak, but he was not born. And ah, People are better than you."