Mu Hengshi's grip on Song Qingmo's shoulder suddenly tightened, and he angrily questioned Song Qingmo, "What did you say? You said you wanted me to stay away from you. What right did you have to make such a decision on your own? You said we owe each other nothing, so what?"
Song Qingmo wanted to ask, if he didn't have the ability to protect himself, he might be disfigured, or even die, he might die, Mu Hengshi, do you know? But seeing Mu Hengshi like this, Song Qingmo was so tired, what was there to talk about between them, just pretend that he was a big idiot in the past, and Mu Hengshi was also a big idiot.
Song Qingmo looked at Mu Hengshi, who was half a head taller than him, and glanced at the hands that were still exerting force on his shoulders. Without saying a word, he raised his foot and kicked Mu Hengshi in the stomach. Mu Hengshi felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, but he could not remember it. He pulled his hands away from Song Qingmo's shoulders and tried to ignore the pain in his stomach.
Song Qingmo didn't care what Mu Hengshi said. Under the fading sunset, the young man's flamboyance, his slightly red eyes raised slightly, made him look incredibly unbridled. He lifted his leg and headed towards his home. "If you don't leave, then I'll leave. I'm not asking for your opinion, I'm informing you. After all, it's my freedom." At this moment, the afterglow rushed up the mountain, separating Song Qingmo and Mu Hengshi, one dark, one bright, a clear boundary.
Goodbye, Mu Hengshi. Song Qingmo walked towards the light, heading east, bidding farewell to the past Mu Hengshi and Song Qingmo. Mu Hengshi was suddenly left behind, enveloped in shadows.
Mu Hengshi didn't know how long he had been standing there. He didn't understand why he had been so flustered over Song Qingmo so many times, when it was clear that he didn't love Wen Zhiling. His head started to hurt again, and the pain in his heart slowly crept up, tearing him apart again and again. The autumn wind blew gently, bringing a slight chill. Before he knew it, tears had soaked his collar and covered his cheeks. Mu Hengshi touched his face absentmindedly, and a tear mark appeared on his fingertips.
Mu Hengshi looked at his own miserable state. Why was he kneeling on the ground? It was really strange. Mu Hengshi slowly stood up and walked towards the gorgeous villa shrouded in gray. Looking back, the sun was setting and it was almost dark.
Looking back, Mu Hengshi sat in his seat, his face cold and dignified, a touch nonchalant, listening to the teacher's announcement of the recommended students. He wasn't surprised that Song Qingmo didn't make the list. Wen Zhiling was the same, though the corner of his mouth curled up in a look of unconcealed elation.
For a moment, the classmates looked at Song Qingmo with different expressions, some with pity or regret. Song Qingmo accepted the fact calmly.
He looked at Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling in front of him. Song Qingmo just stared at them for a moment and then moved away. They didn't know that Song Qingmo had recently received an offer from a famous domestic art academy - Beijing Academy of Fine Arts. Song Qingmo painted a Chinese painting and sent it to that university. A professor took a fancy to it and praised it repeatedly. He made an exception and accepted Song Qingmo as a student of the academy. Although it was not a business school, an art academy would be fine. Anyway, he could study with his father. Since he was not a professional, no one would dare to gossip about him.
After class, Wen Zhiling walked up to Song Qingmo and said apologetically, "Mr. Song, I'm so sorry. I didn't expect you to miss the exam. If I had known, I wouldn't have registered. Maybe the spot would have been yours."
Song Qingmo looked at Wen Zhiling, who was chatting and laughing with him a dozen days ago, and now had a different expression, and sighed that time has really changed. "No need, everyone knows that I didn't miss the exam on purpose. I just felt sorry for you with a broken hand. It's a bit miserable that you can't write, so I want to skip the exam and give you my place, so that you won't have to starve in the future." Song Qingmo responded to Wen Zhiling's gossip with cold and emotionless words.
Wen Zhiling choked, then said sadly and reluctantly, "Thank you so much." Song Qingmo wondered what this guy was up to. But he soon understood. Mu Hengshi had turned his head and was looking at him with indifference and disgust. It didn't matter. He was leaving soon anyway.
Mu Heng found Song Qingmo acting very strange these days. It seemed as if Song Qingmo was getting farther and farther away from him. He felt a sense of panic for no reason, and a dull pain came from his chest. He thought he might be possessed. He began to bring Wen Zhiling to appear around Song Qingmo frequently, but Song Qingmo treated him like an insignificant stranger, and never even glanced at him. Obviously, his seat and home were so close to Song Qingmo, but the fact was that he hadn't run into Song Qingmo face to face for a long time.
Song Qingmo was acting out of character and brought a small gift to every classmate in the class today. It seemed that each person had a corresponding self-portrait. Mu Hengshi initially thought that Song Qingmo would not give him and Wen Zhiling a gift, but he didn't expect that he actually prepared one for them as well.
Mu Hengshi stared absentmindedly at the figure seated in the painting. He cautiously wanted to touch it, but he didn't dare, fearing the consequences. The painting depicted him as a child playing the piano in the garden. Although he hadn't liked being forced to play the piano by his mother, he still slowly caressed every inch of the paper. The paper seemed a little wrinkled, with several wrinkles running across the center of the painting. There seemed to be a small chipped corner. The painting looked quite old, and Mu Hengshi's heart slowly began to churn with bittersweet emotions.
Wen Zhiling also looked at himself sketched on white paper in the painting, and sneered at himself, thinking that whether now or in the past, he was worthy of the pure and healing smile on the paper, and was nothing like him.
Mu Hengshi wanted to ask Song Qingmo what was going on with the painting, but Song Qingmo was surrounded by his classmates and was smiling happily. Mu Hengshi put down the painting he had treasured in his file bag and turned back to his seat. Wen Zhiling saw that Mu Hengshi looked disappointed and hurriedly took his painting to Mu Hengshi, "Hengshi, do you think I look pretty in this painting?" Mu Hengshi put on a gentle face and wanted to touch Wen Zhiling's head, but unconsciously put his hand down and said, "It looks good. Xiaoling looks like a little angel when she smiles."
Wen Zhiling smiled the same smile as in the painting, except that the painting didn't have a soul. "Really? Now look at me, do I look like an angel?"
Mu Hengshi smiled helplessly, "Well, you are." Originally, Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling had already been recommended for admission and could choose to continue studying or take a leave of absence. However, Mu Hengshi was somewhat reluctant and did not want to take a leave of absence immediately. After all, his second year of high school was not over yet. He thought he still had time and did not want to go abroad so early.
However, Mu Heng discovered that since Song Qingmo sent them the portrait, he seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. He was no longer seen in the school, leaving only empty tables and chairs.
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