Mu Wenxi felt a little embarrassed, afraid that the couple next door would notice something was wrong.
She leaned weakly against his chest, feeling something hard beneath her. In an instant, she understood what was happening. She pushed against his chest with her hand. How could he do this?
Song Xici lowered her head, her forehead touching the other's, and said tenderly, "Sister, please let me go..."
Mu Wenxi felt wronged and pinched the other person's face, saying, "It's clearly you who won't let me go."
Song Xici chuckled softly: "Heh."
Mu Wenxi felt somewhat ashamed that she was still sitting on his lap, his hands firmly holding her and preventing her from leaving. Whenever she tried to get up, he would pull her back down.
He hugged her tightly: "Sister, you smell so good."
Mu Wenxi pouted: "You, you're such a scoundrel."
How could this be? How could he be such a person? He seemed so well-behaved, yet he did this. The worst part is that she didn't resist at all and even seemed somewhat infatuated. Mu Wenxi felt utterly pathetic.
She had no idea what she had seen until the movie ended, and stormed out of the theater, huffing.
Song Xici followed behind, holding her hand: "Don't be angry."
Mu Wenxi: "You owe me money for the movie."
Song Xici, however, maliciously reminded her: "Sister, you're here to watch with me."
Enraged, Mu Wenxi stomped on his foot.
Song Xici was stepped on but didn't feel it as he chased after her. It was his fault; he shouldn't have lost control of himself.
He tried to pull Mu Wenxi's hand but was shaken off. He tried again but was shaken off again. He wasn't angry and had a smile on his lips: "I'm sorry, I'll definitely control myself next time."
Mu Wenxi secretly glanced at him and said arrogantly, "Well, okay, I forgive you."
"Thank you, sister."
Mu Wenxi glared at him.
This time, when Song Xici took her hand, Mu Wenxi pretended to struggle for a second, but stopped struggling after failing to shake him off.
The two, one tall and one short, walked side by side and gradually disappeared into the distance.
At 10 p.m., Mu Wenxi passed by the study and found that the light was still on and Song Xici had not rested yet. His hands were nimbly flying across the keyboard.
She was very curious, so she walked closer and leaned over to examine the other person's computer. On the computer screen, there were English letters that looked like tiny tadpoles, but she couldn't understand a single one of them when put together.
With a hint of doubt and curiosity in his eyes, he asked, "What does this mean?"
Song Xici stopped what she was doing and turned around gently, showing no impatience at being interrupted. "This is code. I'm designing a software."
Mu Wenxi, with one hand on the back of his chair and the other on the table, said, "Wow, do you usually design software for work?"
Song Xici: "Yes, I also designed games with a few friends. Each of us was responsible for a part. We successfully sold a game we designed to a company when we were in school."
Mu Wenxi exclaimed, "Wow, that must be worth a lot of money!"
Song Xici: "Several million, that's several hundred thousand each."
Mu Wenxi gave him a thumbs up and patted his head: "You're amazing! Are you tired?"
Song Xici looked up, her face full of grievance, and opened her arms to hug Mu Wenxi's waist.
"I'm tired, let me hug you."
Mu Wenxi hugged him back, and his head rested against her stomach. He rubbed against her stomach and then stayed there.
Just as Mu Wenxi was about to leave, Song Xici pulled her onto his lap, and Mu Wenxi immediately thought of the position they had in the movie theater that day.
She wanted to step back and lean back, but Song Xici pulled her closer to him. He rubbed his head against her neck and she immediately softened.
She stroked his head, like petting a small animal: "How about we go out and relax sometime, or go back to school together?"
Song Xici sensed the voice beside her and whispered, "Okay, I'm really looking forward to it, senior."
Mu Wenxi lowered her head and kissed his forehead: "I'm going to sleep now, you should go to sleep early too."
The puppy obediently said yes.
On Saturday, Mu Wenxi drove his SUV, which he had finally retrieved from the repair shop, with Xi Ci in tow, to school.
As alumni, the two could register to enter and exit the school. After parking their car behind the familiar teaching building, they watched the young and beautiful students coming and going, and were filled with mixed emotions.
I've walked this road countless times; it's filled with countless memories.
No classes were being held in the teaching building at this time, but many students were still studying in the classrooms.
"I used to love sitting in the corner of the classroom," Mu Wenxi said with reminiscence.
In the gymnasium, the two sat on the steps, watching the students below play basketball.
"It's so good to be young."
Song Xici: "I first met you here. It was during the freshman orientation ceremony. You were giving a speech on stage, and I had just set foot on this unfamiliar land."
Hall of Honor.
Mu Wenxi waved his hand and looked around: "Wow, I still have my medal."
Song Xici followed behind Mu Wenxi, hoping that the other party would discover the secret.
Sure enough, Mu Wenxi looked at them one by one, and when he got to the last one, he was stunned: "Is this you? Is this you?"
Song Xici: "Yes, it is its honor to be with you."
Mu Wenxi looked over and said, "Junior, you're amazing."
Song Xici's eyes crinkled with joy at being praised, and she pulled her hand, saying, "I'll take you somewhere."
The two arrived at the library.
Mu Wenxi looked left and right and whispered, "Could there be a secret here?"
Song Xici went to a computer and pulled up the historical borrowing list. The first place was Mu Wenxi, and the ninth place on the list was Song Xici.
Song Xici: "The beginning and the end felt great. At that time, I felt that the distance between us was getting closer and closer. Sometimes when I was tired, I would come to see you and then I would have the motivation again."
Mu Wenxi was somewhat surprised; the other person was indeed making great efforts to follow the path she had once walked.
She stood on tiptoe and patted the head of the person next to her: "You've worked hard."
Song Xici wagged his tail like a puppy that had been praised.
"Want to try the school food? See if it's changed?"
"good".
It's been a while since I've been here, and the cafeteria seems to have been renovated with cleaner tables and chairs.
The two stood behind the students in line, picking out dishes one by one at the long table. Seven or eight dishes only cost a few dozen yuan.
Mu Wenxi sighed, "School is always the best, always cheap and delicious, but back then I always felt tired of eating there."
Song Xici picked up a piece of pork rib and handed it to her bowl: "Your favorite pork rib."
"By the way, how did you know that my favorite food is pork ribs?"
“I asked the cafeteria lady, and luckily she remembered you. She said you order it with every meal.”
"My aunt has a great memory. I still like to eat ribs now."
"Yes, very loyal."
"Of course."
Song Xici's words carried a hint of unease: "So if you like someone, will you like them forever?"
Mu Wenxi wasn't as oblivious as before. She was just oblivious, not an idiot. How could she not sense the overwhelming love hidden beneath the surface?
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