"Hey, classmate, wait for me." "Study hard in school." "Got it..."
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On the first day of enrollment for the new students at Beijing No. 1 Middle School, the gate was bustling with people. Many parents and students came to the school gate, making it very lively.
A young boy was walking at the school gate with his schoolbag on his shoulder and a gloomy look on his face. He looked up and, as expected, he saw the same look from the opposite side. The boy curled his lips and said nothing, knowing the result. If he continued to show his displeasure, it would seem like an exaggeration.
Mu Hengshi has been very busy since he agreed to that condition. He has followed the path of his previous life, but he established that medical institution in advance.
Although everything went smoothly after the breakup, he still felt it wasn't worth it. This had caused him to not see Song Qingmo for a long time. Today, he rushed to the school after getting off the plane, waiting for Song Qingmo. However, when their eyes met, Song Qingmo didn't show any joy, only indifference. Seeing Song Qingmo's joy, he felt like a bucket of cold water was poured on him, and he could only slowly follow behind him.
Song Qingmo looked at this familiar school, and I felt a headache. I pinched my forehead desperately, comforting myself in my heart, isn't it just going to school again? But after all, I was a top student in Beijing Middle School before, and it would be too embarrassing to go through this again.
He was a little angry and moved his fists. When he caught a glimpse of Mu Heng walking behind him, everything went back to the time before liberation. He had finally made it through, but now he had to start all over again. What a sin!
Mu Hengshi felt that something was wrong with the air around him. He looked at Song Qingmo's furry, dark head swaying slightly. He knew who was emitting the emotion he felt.
"Song Qingmo, what's wrong with you?" Mu Hengshi walked quickly forward, matching Song Qingmo's pace. Song Qingmo distanced himself from Mu Hengshi without noticing. For so many days, Mu Hengshi had been constantly asking him what was wrong, what was wrong. His nagging was no less intense than his own back then. What was wrong with him? Didn't Mu Hengshi know? Couldn't he have a little more self-awareness? Just stay away from him.
Song Qingmo lowered his head and said nothing. He tightened the backpack straps on his shoulders and walked faster in the morning sunlight. Mu Hengshi was not angry either. He returned to his usual expressionless face and walked beside Song Qingmo. Because of their good looks, they attracted the attention of others.
After signing up, Song Qingmo began his most reluctant military training. It was the same location, the same position, the same people, the same scorching sun. Song Qingmo accepted it all calmly, standing tall like a pine tree under the intense ultraviolet rays.
While cursing the damn sun, he sighed that it was good to have a healthy body. When Mu Heng drugged him, his body collapsed. He had to gasp for air after every step he took. He was even more fragile than Lin Daiyu.
This made him feel helpless when he was fighting against Mu Heng, and he could only allow himself to be bullied by others. That feeling of powerlessness still makes him feel scared, desperate and painful when he thinks about it now.
Thinking of this, Song Qingmo felt that he wasn't tired anymore, but instead was filled with anger. If he had previously fought to be on equal terms with Mu Hengshi, now he was fighting to break free from him. Changing the fate of himself and his parents was his only belief in living.
Mu Hengshi always said that he had no heart and was as cold-hearted as a monster. If Song's father and mother had not been mentioned, he probably wouldn't even look at Mu Hengshi.
From that moment on, he felt that Mu Hengshi understood him so well. Song Qingmo had fulfilled his mission of living, and in the end, he had lived up to expectations, but the process was too tragic.
"The past can be recalled, but it was already gone at that time." Song Qingmo was thinking about it and forgot that he was still standing at attention. He murmured this poem by Li Shangyin under his breath and realized that he had moved! Fortunately, the instructor didn't see it, otherwise, he would have received another knife-like blow on his back.
Song Qingmo immediately adjusted his mood and straightened his posture again. These small movements of his were seen by one person. Mu Hengshi had been paying attention to him since he stood at attention. His eyes never left Song Qingmo for a moment. Although he gave the impression of looking forward, all his attention was given to Song Qingmo alone. Looking at the restless Song Qingmo, Mu Hengshi's heart was like honey. The years were quiet and good, and at this moment, it had a concrete picture.
Dragging his heavy body, Song Qingmo was riding his beloved bike and was about to leave when Mu Hengshi called him from behind, "You've been tired all day. Your legs must have blisters. Do you want to ride back with me?" Mu Hengshi looked at him and smiled slightly.
Song Qingmo felt that this man had returned all the smiles he hadn't received during their childhood sweetheart relationship for over a decade. He felt that Mu Hengshi didn't need to do that. After all, in two years, he would be free, and Mu Hengshi would have nothing to do with him from then on.
Song Qingmo frowned, unable to understand the man's train of thought. He simply got on his bicycle and was about to pedal away when he suddenly realized that the Wood Soul Stone was blocking his way.
Holding the front of the bike with his hands, Song Qingmo felt that he and Wen Zhiling were a perfect match. Even their way of stopping bicycles was so similar. However, this time he didn't almost fall into the green belt.
Song Qingmo's mouth twitched unnaturally. He clenched his fists and swallowed the curse words he wanted to curse. The pull caused a small blister on the sole of his foot, which burst directly with the force. His forehead was throbbing, but he didn't show it, just grinning silently.
Song Qingmo got off the bike with reluctance. Mu Hengshi stood in front without moving. He grabbed his bicycle and wanted to push it in front before pedaling. Mu Hengshi saw that Song Qingmo's face looked extremely unnatural and his right foot was slightly lame.
He felt a little distressed and worried. Without saying a word, he hugged Song Qingmo to his chest with one hand and looked at the driver. The driver picked up Song Qingmo's bicycle, and he carried Song Qingmo to the Rolls-Royce.
Song Qingmo was frightened by this sudden change. The feeling of being hugged by Mu Hengshi reminded him of his previous life. His body began to tremble and he struggled violently. With a slap, Song Qingmo's slap landed on Mu Hengshi's face.
The slap was so powerful that Mu Hengshi's face became visibly red and swollen. The driver saw it and quickly called out to Mu Hengshi, "Master!" Mu Hengshi used his tongue to touch the cheek that was hit in his mouth and uttered "It's okay." Under the gaze of passers-by, he carried Song Qingmo into the car.
After slapping Mu Hengshi, Song Qingmo gradually calmed down. "Calm down, calm down. This isn't Mu Heng in your previous life. He had no feelings for you, so what are you afraid of? Besides, you're in such good health now. If he dares to do anything to you, it won't be a problem to just beat him to death, haha."
Even though he said that, Song Qingmo was still shaking. While he was trying to comfort himself, Mu Hengshi had already carried him into the car. Mu Hengshi gently placed Song Qingmo on the back seat, and Song Qingmo lowered his head and pretended to be dead.
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