Song Qingmo returned home exhausted, but he felt he had to work harder. If Mu Hengshi really wanted to retaliate against him, and he had no way to fight back, that would be disastrous. Song Qingmo sat on the swing covered with vines in his home, his legs dangling, his brows furrowed, and he looked listless.
The weather was good today for the Mu family's engagement ceremony. The night was completely unobstructed, the stars were shining, and there wasn't a single cloud covering the dark blue sky. Song Qingmo was swinging there, feeling the cool autumn breeze. It was almost autumn in the garden, and it seemed as if the crickets had been woken up by the cold. Little insects were singing in the garden one after another. The faint light of fire, from far to near, from near to far, was shining faintly in the sky.
It was originally a peaceful and beautiful autumn scene, but in Song Qingmo's view, the sky, which was once cloudless, was now filled with dark clouds, which seemed to be pressing down on the city, and the air around it was even more depressed and swollen. It seemed that a storm was about to come.
"I didn't recognize you for ten years, but now I see you when we're done.
It seems like there is a storm rushing to the capital, how ridiculous it is to have been walking on a strange road for ten years."
Song Qingmo enthusiastically composed a poem to describe his current feelings.
Mu Hengshi leaned against the window. He stared at Song Qingmo for a long time, unsure how to treat him now. Even though Song Qingmo disliked him, their affection for him remained. Mu Hengshi didn't know if his feelings for Song Qingmo were love, hate, or a mixture of both. Even though Song Qingmo hadn't actually done anything for him and had helped him repeatedly, he couldn't let go. He couldn't bear to watch Song Qingmo walk out of his sight. Perhaps in the future, if he found someone he truly loved, he could finally let go of Song Qingmo. Today, when he saw the young man swinging on the swing, his eyes were filled with sorrow. Meng Hengshi had never seen Song Qingmo like this before. In his mind, Song Qingmo had always been smiling, free, and carefree. But now, after today's series of threats, his brows were drooping, and he looked listless. Mu Hengshi couldn't bring himself to take revenge on Song Qingmo.
"Let's just live our own lives." Mu Hengshi, after a few twists and turns in his mind, finally said what he thought was the best answer. From now on, as long as Song Qingmo didn't provoke him again, he would let Song Qingmo go, and they would never have any contact with each other again, and live their own lives in peace.
The day of military training finally came, and Song Qingmo couldn't hide from it. At this moment, he was being ordered by the instructor to stand at attention in the sun. There was no cloud in the sky yesterday, and he guessed that it would be sunny today. The power of the autumn heat was not fun either. Many classmates had sweat on their foreheads, not because of the sun but because of the heat.
Song Qingmo glanced left and right, and saw that everyone else was standing at attention seriously. He was embarrassed to be distracted, so he stood at attention obediently in the standard military posture. The instructor was there with water in his pocket, walking between the teams with a serious face, looking at them. "Mom, I'm suffering. I'm afraid I'm going to die as your precious son." Song Qingmo cried helplessly in his heart. Standing in this military posture for an hour made his heels swollen, and his body was covered in sweat. It was indeed uncomfortable, but Song Qingmo was very patient and these were nothing. What was more important was that Song Qingmo stood like a wooden man, which made the already lively and active Song Qingmo even more uncomfortable. Song Qingmo would rather run ten laps around the playground for more than an hour than stand here.
After a while, Song Qingmo couldn't stand it anymore and started to move his hands and feet slightly. The instructor's eagle eyes caught Song Qingmo's little movements and immediately touched him with the water in his pocket, signaling him to behave himself and stand at attention.
Seeing the instructor had spotted him, Song Qingmo's already sunburned face turned even redder. But no one saw him. Song Qingmo didn't dare move. Like a schoolboy admitting his mistake, he nodded sincerely and stood up straighter. With my head held high, I was the most handsome guy in the crowd.
Because Mu Hengshi was taller than Song Qingmo, he stood directly below him when they lined up. Seeing Song Qingmo constantly moving around, he felt as if Song Qingmo had a hundred million bugs crawling all over him. Otherwise, why would someone be so restless? And then there came retribution: the instructor spotted him. Song Qingmo nodded his head, admitting his mistake like an elementary school student, looking like a loser. This made Mu Hengshi's gloomy mood dissipate a little while he stood in the sun. He chuckled inwardly, "Serves him right."
Finally, the training was over. Song Qingmo looked at his legs and then at his bicycle. "Why don't I call Dad and the others to pick him up? His feet have been overused today. If he pedals the bicycle again, won't his feet be scrapped?" Song Qingmo didn't want to be frugal at all. He just wanted a bodyguard and a luxury car to pick him up home in style.
Even though the Song family was so wealthy, they were still being exploited by Song Qingmo's stinginess. Others who didn't know the truth thought that the Song family was mistreating Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo also successfully made himself insulated from socializing in the upper class. Because of his unkempt appearance and a bit of stinginess, he had almost no friends in the upper class who were willing to take him out to play.
Song Qingmo also had some free time. After all, many of those people were not good people, and Song Qingmo himself did not want to socialize with them. This created a situation where those people looked down on Song Qingmo, and Song Qingmo looked down on them.
Of course, in the end, the car didn't call. Song Qingmo, with a face that looked like he was going to die, still resigned himself to his fate and rode his bicycle all the way back. Mu Hengshi was watching Song Qingmo, who was trying to be cheerful in the face of hardship, from behind. He wanted to ask the driver to stop and let Song Qingmo get on. Then, he turned his head away again. Since he had decided to part ways, he should try to avoid too much contact with Song Qingmo in the future. Mu Hengshi, you can't always look at Song Qingmo, and don't pay too much attention to him. It's like Song Qingmo said, you will have better things! Mu Hengshi explained to himself in his heart.
Just like that, Song Qingmo rode his bicycle and Mu Hengshi drove his cool Ferrari, passing each other one after the other. But their eyes kept meeting.
"No way, Mu Hengshi rode away before me again. Why don't I buy a car? I'm really not that poor. There's no need to be so frugal." Song Qingmo discussed with himself, but the stingy Song Qingmo in his heart immediately gave him a popcorn. "What's wrong with me being frugal? I enjoy it. Besides, riding a bicycle is a good exercise. What's wrong with that? If others drive, you drive too. Others can die, why don't you die?"
"Haha, don't change the subject. I want to talk about buying a car. And there's no frugalness there, it's clearly stinginess, miser, miser." Song Qingmo stuck out his tongue and made faces, muttering "miser" all the time.
"I'm a miser, so what? I just won't buy a car, and you'll be mad at me." The miser Xiao Song was silent and didn't bother to pay attention to him. He wouldn't buy it anyway, so what could he do to him?
"You are shameless and a scoundrel." Song Qingmo had no idea what to do with his shamelessness and could only stop.
Song Qingmo's self-directed and self-acted performance just now made others look like a lunatic talking to himself, and successfully made the bicycles next to him stay as far away from him as possible, allowing Song Qingmo to have a smooth journey.
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