After finishing their meal in silence, Song Qingmo swore that he would be a dog if he ate Mu Hengshi's pastries again. This thing was so delicious that he almost vomited tears.
Mu's father slowly put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth. "The meal is done. Hengshi, it seems you haven't made a wish yet." Mu's father couldn't bear to watch it any longer. From the moment Song Qingmo entered the door until now, Mu Hengshi had been watching him. Now he was giving him a chance, and it depended on whether he could seize it.
Mu Hengshi's eyes lit up, his eyelashes fluttering, and he slowly turned his head to Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo had a bad feeling and leaned back, wanting to say goodbye immediately. "My birthday wish is very small. I want to stay with Xiaomo for a few days. Is that okay?"
"No! Don't even think about it." "Okay, we are going on vacation, and you guys can be our companions." Song Qingmo stood up suddenly, and Song's mother took Mu Hengshi's hand, and they both spoke at the same time.
When Song Qingmo heard what her mother said, she felt she had been deceived. "Mom, what are you talking about? I don't agree. And you two must have colluded with each other. How come I didn't know you were going on vacation?"
"Mo..., Song Qingmo, I recently discovered a nice resort, so I invited Aunt Song and Mother to go on vacation with us. Aunt Song must have accidentally forgotten to tell you. We didn't mean to hide it from you."
"I can be alone, I don't need you." Song Qingmo was so angry at his mother. Hadn't they agreed that if she really didn't like Mu Heng, the two families wouldn't have any contact? But now they were going on vacation together and leaving me behind. Really, they were great. The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Song Qingmo lifted his leg and walked out.
Song's father chose to remain silent at this moment. He didn't want to get involved and be glared at by his son or scolded by his wife. He hadn't been informed of the vacation either. He had a lot of things to do at the company, and now he had to work overtime. Song's father was an innocent victim.
Mu's mother and the others winked at Mu Heng, telling him to chase after him quickly.
Mu Heng was stunned. He hadn't deliberately plotted against Song Qingmo. He had wanted to use their time alone to mend their relationship and find the right time to confess his feelings to Song Qingmo. Today, he had to make his feelings known. He realized what was happening and ran out.
"Song Qingmo, wait a minute, listen to me..." Mu Hengshi caught up with Song Qingmo, took his hand and held him in his arms.
Song Qingmo felt like he was bumping into Mu Hengshi's chest. He felt Mu Hengshi's heart beating very fast at this moment. He was wrapped in Mu Hengshi's warm body. His hands were tightly around Song Qingmo's waist. From his angle, he could see that Mu Hengshi's shoulders were trembling slightly.
Song Qingmo had never encountered such a scene before, and for a moment he didn't react, but he knew he hated the proximity of this body, so he struggled hard, "Let go, you're crazy."
Mu Hengshi's arms tightened, his tone urgent but passionate, with the purity of a young man's emotions, "I won't let go, Song Qingmo, I like you. So I won't let go."
Song Qingmo didn't move and let Mu Hengshi hold him. Mu Hengshi thought Song Qingmo was considering it, and when he saw that he didn't struggle, he reluctantly withdrew his hand from Song Qingmo.
Song Qingmo didn't move for a long time. His expression was hidden under his black hair and in the darkness, so no one could see what was on his face at the moment. Mu Hengshi noticed something was wrong and was about to put his hand on Song Qinghei's shoulder to make him look up so that he could check on him. There was a whoosh in the air, and Song Qingmo's slap arrived before his hand.
Song Qingmo's expression was neither sad nor happy, and his look was indifferent. However, what was inconsistent with this face was that at this moment, large streams of crystal tears flowed from his eyes, slowly sliding down his cheeks, and smashing into thousands of golden lights on the ground.
This slap was delivered with full force. The corner of Mu Hengshi's mouth was bleeding and his face was swollen and burning with pain. He didn't know why Song Qingmo was so persistent in slapping him, but he didn't fight back. He just looked at Song Qingmo with heartache. "Why..."
He had wanted to ask this question a long time ago. He wanted to collapse and press Song Qingmo down, questioning him over and over again why they were like this now. Why did someone who clearly liked being with him so much in the past end up like this... Even if he had thousands of words to say, he could only say these three words: why.
He didn't want to cry, but the grievances and confusion he'd felt for almost a year were overwhelming his rationality, and his heart ached. With tears streaming down his face and reddened, he looked ridiculous.
"Heh...why? You ask me why, then who should I ask! Why don't you let me go. You said you like me, sorry, this is the funniest joke I have heard in all these years." Song Qingmo still looked indifferent, his tone calm, but his words could not hide the sarcasm and hatred.
He wiped away all the tears, but they blurred his eyes again. His relationship with Mu Hengshi had always been a mistake. How much better it would have been if he had not met Mu Hengshi in the first place.
He said now that he liked him? What a joke! He finally had a chance to start over. He didn't dare to bet on Mu Hengshi's paranoia. If he couldn't escape, then he could only declare war on Mu Hengshi. But he felt it wasn't worth it to be entangled with Mu Hengshi for both of his lives.
"Do you want me to count what you have done to me over the years? Inexplicable ridicule, indifference, exclusion, and disgust. You took everything good I did for you as a matter of course. Why don't I lick your boots now? You feel uncomfortable without me as your follower. Tell me, are you cheap?" Song Qingmo directed Ziban and told him all the ridicule and contempt he had received over the years. His expression remained calm, as if he didn't understand why he was so stupid, and frowned.
Then he continued, "Oh, by the way, when you first saw the painting I returned to you today, you thought I had a crush on you, so you were avoiding me for the past few days. I'm sorry. I was nice to you before, but I think you misunderstood. I just wanted to make a friend, and I thought you and I would be the best friends, so I treated you well. But now I realize you're an asshole. I've been using your childhood as a filter too deeply, and you don't deserve this at all. You just disgust me now."
"I didn't... want to do that." Mu Hengshi wanted to explain, but what Song Qingmo said was true. He also knew that Song Qingmo had been following him for the past ten years, and was later looked down upon by other rich kids. They all secretly said that Song Qingmo was his follower and lickspittle, and was willing to be humiliated. He did not explain to others that he and Song Qingmo were friends and childhood sweethearts, but when Song Qingmo was nice to others, he would worship that person like a Bodhisattva, which was not what they called love.
But he selfishly wanted them to misunderstand each other. After a long time, even he himself became crazy and thought that Song Qingmo liked him.
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