Mu Hengshi looked at the number on the watch with his deep peach blossom eyes, and sighed in his heart that it was very late and his gift had not been sent out yet. Now is the time.
"Song Qingmo, can you come out with me for a moment?" Mu Hengshi looked at Song Qingmo earnestly. Song Qingmo was puzzled. Why did he ask her to go out?
Mu Hengshi had already given out the box of traditional Chinese materials from his previous life, and now he was sending it out again. He was supposed to be leaving now, so why was he asking me to leave? Song Qingmo was suspicious, but he still wanted to make a quick decision. After all, he wanted to know if this dream he had on his 16th birthday would change his expectations.
In the silent courtyard, only moonlight streamed in. In the silent courtyard, only moonlight streamed in. Song Qingmo slowly leaned against the swing frame, looking at Mu Heng, who looked nervous, and slowly took out a small box from his pocket. He didn't understand what this man was up to, so he just watched Mu Heng quietly, waiting for his next move.
But Mu Hengshi was an erratic person. The moment the box was opened, Song Qingmo was stunned. He rubbed his eyes unwillingly. Mu Hengshi's face was full of tenderness. He smiled and handed the box to Song Qingmo. What was in the box surprised Song Qingmo.
That's right. A ring-shaped jade ring, all pale blue, but luminous even in the darkness, appeared before Song Qingmo's eyes. It was clearly jade, but a myriad of colors shimmered within. Following Mu Hengshi's movements, it shifted and flickered with bizarre light. It was strung together with a red string, and a pale white tassel hung from the bottom. This jade ring was more like a ring than a pendant.
Song Qingmo saw through Mu Hengshi's thoughts. Mu Hengshi was a little afraid to meet his gaze, his head tilted to the side, but his ears were already red. The darkness didn't make it noticeable, and Mu Hengshi was also thankful that Song Qingmo hadn't noticed his appearance.
Did Song Qingmo just think Mu Hengshi thought he was stupid? He was well-educated, so how could he not know the meaning of this ring? Could it be that this guy gave it to the wrong person? Song Qingmo was very generous and did not connect this to Mu Hengshi liking him. Even if Mu Hengshi had touched him in his previous life, it was purely out of disgust and revenge. To really say that he liked him, it was definitely nonsense.
Song Qingmo pulled the corner of his mouth speechlessly, "This is too valuable, I can't accept it. You've already given me a gift, so you'd better take this back, otherwise you'll be putting your trust in the wrong person."
Mu Hengshi sighed and Song Qingmo noticed it. "No, it's not the right person. This is what I want to give you." Mu Hengshi's tone was firm.
"You'll definitely regret it. I can't accept it. Take it back." Song Qingmo's tone was firm. How could he possibly accept this jade pendant? What if Mu Hengshi fell in love with Wen Zhiling again, and found out about some stupid things he did before he was 16, and suddenly became mad and wanted to take revenge on him and erase this stain? Wouldn't that mean he would be the one being blamed? This was unacceptable.
"Just take it. If you don't want it anymore, you can throw it away." Mu Hengshi said hurriedly, stuffed the box to Song Qingmo, turned around and left.
Song Qingmo frantically caught the box flying from the air. Honestly, this jade pendant was in line with Song Qingmo's aesthetic taste, and the craftsmanship was truly meticulous. Even though the red string wasn't particularly well-woven, and the jade had some minor flaws, every groove and line of the inscription showed the owner's meticulous attention to detail.
Song Qingmo looked quietly at the jade ring lying in the box. He was very annoyed. Why did Mu Hengshi still not let him go? Their fate had long been over. In this life, he just wanted to quickly see off Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling, the match made in heaven, and lock them together forever, so that they would not come out to harm other people. After that, he would retire and return to his hometown to be a free and easy wanderer, living a leisurely life, letting nature take its course, and live a good life in the second half of his life.
But things didn't go as planned. Mu Hengshi kept pestering him. He looked at the rings and pendants in the box and thought about returning them to him tomorrow. He knew the things inside were extremely precious. If he lost them, wouldn't that be a waste of natural treasures? Accepting them himself was impossible, so Song Qingmo refused verbally.
He suppressed his restlessness, wanting only to return to bed for a good night's sleep. He then waited to see what kind of dream the Duke of Zhou would send him this time, a warning for the future. With anticipation, Song Qingmo said hello to his parents and crawled into his own bed, quietly awaiting the omen. He silently prayed in his heart that he would never encounter that dream again. Before he knew it, his eyelids drooped and he fell asleep.
On this side, Mu Hengshi has been feeling uneasy since he came back. He looked out his window at the room where the lights were turned off. The flowers on the small balcony stood quietly among the green leaves. The weeping crabapples on them were white with a hint of pink, hanging in the air, floating slowly with the cool breeze. The crabapples were still awake, but people's hearts were restless.
Thinking about Song Qingmo's resistance to his feelings, Mu Heng secretly cursed himself for being too impatient. Song Qingmo was so smart, how could he not know the meaning of the ring and pendant? Yet he had foolishly given it to him. Now that he knew his feelings and had rejected him implicitly, what should he do? As a foolish boy who had just begun to fall in love, he knew nothing.
After washing up, Mu Hengshi came out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe and lay on the bed. He seemed to be called by something and slowly closed his eyes.
The dream startled Song Qingmo. The next day, he woke up angrily, stuffing his mouth with food and stuffing it with food. To mask the look of shock, Mu Hengshi had been deep in thought since waking. He didn't know where his mind was wandering. What kind of dream was that? How could this happen? But it felt so real, it kept making him think that this was his and Song Qingmo's future. He was not only a jerk, but he had also driven Song Qingmo to death. Afterward, no amount of repentance was enough, until he put his and Song Qingmo's belongings together and burned them all.
Coming out of the villa, he saw Song Qingmo, also absentmindedly carrying his schoolbag. He hadn't even gotten on his bike, having asked Uncle Liu to take him to school. He wanted to grab Song Qingmo and ask him, but what could he get out of him? Song Qingmo couldn't have had the same dream as him, or could he answer him? He pulled his leg back.
This thing has been weighing on Mu Hengshi's heart, making him irritable and uneasy. It is absolutely impossible for him and Song Qingmo to become like that, impossible..., but the heart-wrenching pain is so real. He wondered if he could change things if he stayed away from Song Qingmo, but he knew that it was impossible for him to let go, even if he died.
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