Chapter 53
This incident, which Chen Mo unilaterally concluded was a quarrel, actually did not last long. It was July when the second year of high school ended. The whole Suicheng was like being trapped in a steamer, scorched by the sun, and the heat was unbearable.
Although Chen Mo said that he had no more contact with the Yang family.
But as soon as the summer vacation started, he received a series of things from the Yang family, perhaps with a sense of compensation or seeking reconciliation. On the morning when Chen Mo asked the local courier to return the items, Yang Zhu called him for no apparent reason.
At that time, Chen Mo was struggling over whether or not to send a message to Xi Siyan.
After that day, it wasn't like they didn't see each other or talk to each other at all, but Chen Mo always felt something was wrong.
He tapped on his phone.
[Your stuff is still here with me...]
Delete. Not only is it a scumbag, it's like kicking someone out and kicking them again.
Knock again.
【Have you chosen a school? 】
I'd better delete it. It's too direct.
【What are your plans for this holiday? 】
Do you want to send it?
When Chen Mo was struggling, Yang Zhi called.
Chen Mo did not change his phone number after leaving the Yang family. After all, his decision to leave the Yang family was based on his own personal decision. If he wanted the Yang family not to be able to find out his movements, he had to live in the mountains.
It’s just that he deleted all the related phone numbers, so at first he thought it was a call from the courier.
When I picked up the phone, I asked, "Hello, has the package not arrived yet?"
There was silence for two seconds.
"Chen Mo, are you really determined?"
"Yang Zhi." Chen Mo's face turned cold, and he didn't even call him "big brother". He said, "I think I made it very clear that day. I also settled the accounts very clearly. Do you want to talk to me about something?"
Two deep breaths were heard from the receiver of the phone. Yang Zhi's voice was still as calm as ever, but his words seemed somewhat nonsensical to Chen Mo.
He said: "Starting next week, I will be officially promoted to the general manager of Yang Group."
Chen Mo: "Congratulations?"
Yang Zhi: "My parents decided to send Shule abroad after he graduated from high school."
Chen Mo: "Oh, I don't care where he goes."
Yang Zhi: "Chen Jianli was sentenced to three years, and Li Yunru was also sentenced to six years and eight months."
Chen Mo sat on the sofa and didn't say anything.
It was ten o'clock in the morning.
The sun had not yet risen to the sky, and the indoor temperature was 28 degrees. The sunlight shone obliquely into the living room through the glass windows. Chen Mo could clearly see the tiny dust particles floating in the air.
It was like some old dream, sweeping over with the rumbling sound of the reincarnation of memories.
In her previous life, Li Yunru did not go to jail, but when Chen Mo sent Chen Jianli to jail, it was because he happened to have committed a serious crime and was sentenced to life imprisonment.
Two results, same state of mind.
After all, he no longer cared.
If the retribution in the previous life came too late, then in this life, he decided to let himself go.
Chen Mo sat on the sofa, with a glass of cooled boiled water beside him. He took a sip and then replied to Yang Zhu: "Got it, anything else?"
Yang Zhi didn't speak for a while.
After a few seconds, "How have you been? Lately."
"Not bad." Chen Mo added, "If you want to chat, then there's no need."
Yang Zhi: "Chen Mo...you can't tolerate the possibility of making mistakes, right?"
Chen Mo clenched his phone instantly.
Instead, he laughed and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I can't."
Then he hung up the phone.
He was a little angry.
It was not for anything else, but because he knew that Yang Zhi had always been high and mighty and was an extremely selfish person. That was why he gave Chen Mo the opportunity to be on equal footing with him in his previous life. Even in the end, Chen Mo lost his life in an accident, and his company was likely to be lost under Chen Mo's design.
What made Chen Mo angry was that even though he had come out, he still had to suffer the mental abuse of his mother, a rich second-generation person.
It made him feel sick.
Chen Mo drank the water in the cup in one gulp.
I got up from the couch and walked around the house.
The cigarette stuck in the crack of the window sill showed a corner. It was left by Lao Gou and his friends when they came to eat hot pot late at night. I don't know who smoked it.
Chen Mo saw this with his sharp eyes and felt like smoking.
It would be fine if he didn't do it, and he really hadn't done it for a long time, but when he was in a bad mood, he used to smoke to calm down. This was an addiction left over from his previous life, and it was hard to change it for a while.
He didn't hesitate, took out the cigarette box, looked around and didn't see any lighter, so he went to the kitchen to light the gas stove.
I picked it up and took a sip.
He hadn't touched it for a long time and felt a little tipsy. He coughed and just then his phone rang with a message.
After hanging up, the interface still remained in the chat box with Xi Siyan.
The last record was actually yesterday. Xi Siyan asked Chen Mo to take the T-shirt he hung on the balcony. Chen Mo replied with an OK and there was no further contact.
Looking back now, this question and answer seems particularly awkward.
Chen Mo frowned, thinking that feelings are really something that cannot be touched. A little thing can make a person feel upset. This is not a big deal. If something really happens, who knows what will happen.
Chen Mo really didn’t know what to say, so he stepped out and replied to Su Qianran’s message.
Su Qianran asked about Lao K's project.
Chen Mo simply replied with two sentences about what he knew, and that was pretty much it.
Chen Mo suddenly asked Su Qianran: "Why haven't you kicked Yang Zhi yet?"
Su Qianran: "...what did he do to you?"
Chen Mo took the cigarette from his mouth, shook the ashes into the trash can, and continued: "He can't do anything to me, I'm just annoyed with him. You won't be happy if you're bound by interests, don't jump into the pit."
Su Qianran sent him a few funny emoticons.
Then she said, "Brother, I can't just say no to love. But you seem to have some experience, don't you? Are you in love?"
Chen Mo paused.
I replied with a no, ending the conversation.
Chen Mo came out of the kitchen with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he reached the dining table, he was about to pack up the waste paper that he had packed for the courier early in the morning.
Then I heard the sound of a key turning in the door.
Chen Mo looked up.
He came face to face with Xi Siyan who opened the door.
Chen Mo watched Xi Siyan's face turn dark in an instant.
After all, in the eyes of the other party, Chen Mo was wearing slippers, shorts, and a white coat. He had messy hair because he hadn't had time to take care of it after getting up early, a cigarette in his mouth, and a pile of garbage on the table in front of him.
That image can't be called decadent, it's just too useless.
Chen Mo was a little self-conscious, especially in contrast to Xi Siyan's clean and refreshing attire, his sense of lethargy from letting himself go on holiday was particularly evident.
Chen Mo was digging his toes into the ground and asked, "Why are you here?"
"Can't come?" Xi Siyan walked in and took off his shoes.
He took two steps forward and took the cigarette from Chen Mo's mouth, staring at him: "Smoking again."
The tone was very calm, but Chen Mo felt inexplicably guilty.
He reached out to take it back, but Xi Siyan dodged with one hand and pinched Chen Mo's chin with his other hand, holding it with his palm and pushing him back.
"Did you buy it yourself?" Xi Siyan asked again.
Chen Mo admitted: "It's really not true. I don't know who was left here at the last party."
The result came a few minutes later.
In the group of more than a dozen people that Lao Gou had created last time, Xi Siyan suddenly posted a message in it - If I see anyone smoking in a place where Chen Mo is around, I will buy ten packs and smoke them all at once.
There were a lot of ellipsis in the group.
Chen Mo also sent a message: "..."
Lao Gou: "What are you two doing? Brother Yan, your method of quitting smoking is very similar to that pervert Lao Xiang's."
Jiang Xu: "Chen Mo, have you offended Old Xi again? He has a mysophobia. You hit him in the face with your cigarette and he didn't hit you, which was a great mercy."
Bai Cheng: "You two have reconciled?"
Xi Siyan: "When did we ever quarrel?"
Chen Mo, who saw this in the group, looked at Xi Siyan who came out of the bathroom.
"Aren't we in a cold war?" Chen Mo asked.
Xi Siyan looked up and glanced at him. "You sent me a message to test me for five minutes, and then said nothing. Is this how you give someone the cold shoulder?"
Chen Mo froze: "Did you see it?"
Xi Siyan hummed.
Chen Mo scratched his hair and gave up the topic.
Then he suddenly thought of something, looked at Xi Siyan and said, "You came here suddenly, weren't you just because you saw me preparing to send you a message?"
"I'll move the things." Xi Siyan stood behind the sofa, "Some staff will come to the door later."
Only then did Chen Mo realize that the other party was not joking.
He immediately stood up from the sofa, knelt on it, pulled Xi Siyan's sleeve, and said, "Okay, I apologize for what happened that day. I admit that I spoke without thinking in the heat of the moment. Don't move, you know that's not what I meant."
Xi Siyan raised his eyebrows, "Are you begging me?"
"Well, please." As long as he opened his mouth, it seemed that some things were not so difficult to say. Chen Mo analyzed, "I am a coward and think that choosing a school is related to my future. In fact, if you think about it carefully, just give it a try. If you dare, why should I be afraid? The worst that can happen is that we will never see each other again in the future..."
"Shut up." Xi Siyan interrupted him.
At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Chen Mo's waist, then turned his head and kissed him.
Chen Mo's posture made his lower body completely unstable.
He fell forward, his upper body falling on the other person through the sofa, and he was unable to struggle even with his hands raised.
Xi Siyan's kiss was a little sudden at the beginning, but then it turned into a long, sweet kiss.
A little bit at a time, gently, tentatively, and solemnly.
Chen Mo finally found the point of force, and his hands changed from raised to put around the other person's neck. Young bodies are always flammable and explosive, and soon even the air around them became tense.
Chen Mo turned from passive to active and only remembered it when he was pressed down on the sofa.
"Didn't you say someone would come to the door later?"
Xi Siyan stepped back slightly during the break, lifted Chen Mo's hair to reveal his smooth forehead, and placed a kiss on it, saying calmly: "I was lying to you, idiot."
"Xi Siyan!" Chen Mo stood up angrily, "Fuck you!"
As a result, it got stuck midway.
Because Xi Siyan's hand reached down from the top of his head and grabbed Chen Mo's hair, forcing him to look up.
The propped-up upper body was also fixed by Xi Siyan's other hand.
Xi Siyan knelt on one leg on the sofa and kissed her again.
This posture made Chen Mo even more uncomfortable.
His stretched neck and Adam's apple slid with difficulty, and he couldn't push it away, so he could only mumble: "Xi Siyan."
Xi Siyan nodded in response, but the kiss became even deeper.
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