Mu Hengshi walked onto the lawn, ignoring the cuts on his legs, and let his legs dangle down onto the slightly prickly needle-like blades of grass. He could clearly feel the stinging pain in his legs, and he savored a morbid pleasure. The pain cleared his mind, temporarily alleviating the chill that was spreading through his heart.

He looked toward the terrace of Song Qingmo's greenhouse. A late breeze began to pick up, raindrops falling like stars, a hint of impending storm. The weeping crabapple blossoms swayed in the cool breeze like wind chimes. He noticed the gaze from the flowers and turned his head away, his fingers unconsciously curled, and a red mark crept up the tip of his ear again.

Song Qingmo stared at Mu Heng through the leaves of the crabapple tree, feeling embarrassed. He wondered if Song Qingmo would dislike him if he saw his shameful side. His face was tense, and the thought of this made his cold and imposing demeanor disappear.

But Song Qingmo had no idea of ​​Mu Hengshi's inner thoughts. He looked at Mu Hengshi, who was punished to kneel just like in his previous life. The raindrops, with the chill of early autumn, seeped into Mu Hengshi's clothes, making him look a little thin as he had just recovered from a serious illness.

Song Qingmo clenched the dark green bamboo umbrella in his hand. He shouldn't have had mercy on Mu Hengshi. What did he do to him? Have you forgotten? He released the strength in his hand, looked at his right hand, his chest churned for a moment, and his right hand moved in response to Song Qingmo.

Song Qingmo chuckled and slapped himself in the face, reminding himself so he wouldn't forget. Song Qingmo was emotionally indifferent and had a poor memory, so he had to constantly remind himself not to be as careless as he was in his previous life.

Mu Hengshi seemed hesitant, and after thinking for a while, he came to the conclusion that he was a bit self-destructive. If he was despised, then so be it. He would not lose heart. He remembered the carrot-headed Song Qingmo when he was a child, who looked at him playing the piano with curiosity and joy, his eyes shining. Song Qingmo was soft at that time. When Mu Hengshi thought of the past, the haze in his heart was dispelled.

In order to stop the little nagging beside him for many years, Mu Hengshi slightly straightened his knees and put the discomfort behind him. His eyes were cold and stern. He was too weak...

After a long time of hesitation, Song Qingmo finally stepped out of the door. The rain had already begun to fall heavily, making a crackling sound on the ground. Although it was early autumn, the chill was still there. Song Qingmo sighed in resignation, opened his umbrella, and ran out.

It was the same old method. He climbed over the wall and scanned the area until he found Mu Hengshi. He wondered if he should just rush over like he had before, yelling and screaming. Forget it? Song Qingmo jumped down from the wall, trying to conceal his movements amidst the rain.

Without the silly and flamboyant manner as before, this time he chose to quietly hold up his umbrella and walk to Mu Hengshi's side. Mu Hengshi was thinking about how to expand his own strength, and for a moment he didn't notice that a rain curtain had formed around him, separating him from the autumn rain.

Mu Heng realized something was wrong when he noticed that the rain had gone away. He looked up and saw Song Qingmo looking at him. Their eyes met, and Song Qingmo was the first to look away.

He hadn't noticed that Mu Hengshi's eyes had changed when he looked at him. Mu Hengshi's pale face gradually turned red, and his eyes became warm and gentle. Mu Hengshi couldn't hear the sound of rain outside at this moment. He only felt that his heartbeat in his chest was getting louder and louder, and the thumping sound seemed to be knocking him unconscious. The corners of his mouth raised more and more, and finally bloomed into a smile of sincere love.

"Song Qingmo, are you here to help me?" Mu Hengshi smiled and looked at Song Qingmo who turned his head away because of shyness. Song Qingmo turned his head when he heard that. He tried his best to make his expression look a little worried, but it was obvious that Mu Hengshi was looking at him lovingly. Song Qingmo's expression failed, and the worry on his face froze, leaving only shock.

"Fuck you, that's a look! How could you look at me like that? Are you crazy, or am I?" Song Qingmo hesitated in his heart, crying out helplessly. The feeling Mu Heng gave him made him panic. He didn't want to be forced to the finale of his rebirth script before he even made any effort.

Mu Heng looked at Song Qingmo, whose face had turned red due to excessive excitement, and thought that Song Qingmo was shy again. When he looked at Song Qingmo before, he just thought that this guy was nagging and meddling in other people's business.

Maybe now Mu Hengshi has confirmed his feelings. He thinks Song Qingmo is good in every way. This is not because love makes the woman beautiful. Song Qingmo is a good person, but he has been avoiding him.

He looked at Song Qingmo's slightly red face and wanted to reach out and touch it, but he forgot that he was still kneeling. The moment he stretched out his hand, the wound on his body was agitated. It had already been swollen from the rain, and now the movement was about to tear the festering wound to bleed.

"Hiss..." Mu Hengshi sucked in a breath of cold air. Song Qingmo lowered his head and hurriedly checked what was wrong with the man. Looking at his clothes, he saw blood spreading down the wet clothes at an extremely fast speed.

Song Qingmo pursed his lips and frowned. Mu Hengshi looked well-behaved and asked him to check his body. A closer look revealed that the tips of his ears were red and burning.

He pulled out his gear, which contained a medicine bottle. Knowing what had happened in his past life, he had come well prepared, including anti-inflammatory medication. Mu Heng quietly watched Song Qingmo, who, like Doraemon, could pull out all sorts of things.

He stared at Song Qingmo who kept taking out various things from his backpack, such as clothes, medicine, food, and so on, and thought to himself - how could this guy be so cute.

Mu Hengshi was still there admiring Song Qingmo from a close distance. Song Qingmo was busy just now and didn't know that Mu Hengshi had been looking at him. At this moment, he found that the gaze was a little distracted, so he threw the medicine directly into Mu Hengshi's arms, held the umbrella and let him move on his own.

Mu Heng's eyes dimmed. He had thought Song Qingmo would help him apply the medicine. Just as Mu Hen was using the holy medicine, Su Qimo said, "I'll ask for mercy on behalf of your uncle and aunt to let you go to the hospital."

Then Mu Hengshi saw a scene that made him feel a lot of emotions. His heart could not be controlled at this moment and continued to beat heavily.

Song Qingmo knelt straight down, trying his best to control his facial expression. He felt a sense of admiration for his own wisdom and bravery. He acted well, and had foresight. He had knee pads ready, so he wouldn't be afraid of getting sore legs from kneeling.

"Xiao Mo!" Song's father and mother shouted loudly. Their son actually knelt down like this. He didn't care about his body at all. No, even if it was for the sake of loyalty, he couldn't play like this. Song's father and mother rushed to the Mu family villa in anger.

When Song Qingmo heard his mother's loud shout, he thought to himself that his parents were actually quite reliable and actually came early, so he might as well pretend to faint. Thinking of this, Song Qingmo's eyes rolled back and he fell to the ground.

When Mu Heng came back to his senses from his overwhelming anxiety, he found that the person next to him had fainted! "Song Qingmo!" Song Qingmo's eardrums were almost deafened. He rolled his eyes silently in his heart and shouted, "Where are you going?"

Mini-theater: My wife loves me so much. She sent me an umbrella and medicine, and even knelt with me. I was so touched. Woo…

Song Qingmo rolled his eyes again and said, "You're dreaming, it's such a beautiful thought."