Chi Guang

Chapter 115 If If, If No If

Under Lu Miaoyi's silent gaze, Xu Chichuan put down the potato chips and looked directly into his eyes.

"He most likely wants to study science."

"But even if you are not in the same class, you are still in the same school. You can go up and down the stairs and take two steps to get there."

"The road is still long." Xu Chichuan patted him on the shoulder and smiled dimpledly: "But I just want to go."

With a loud voice, his eyes are firmer than the male protagonist who is killing his enemies on TV.

Lu Miaoyi was suddenly speechless.

He knew it a long time ago, even before Xu Chichuan himself understood it, he already knew it.

Lu's mother is a photographer, and she takes pictures all over the world. When Lu Miao was ten years old, she saw a photo of two men kissing on the street on her fucking computer, but she was still shocked when she knew it—why was it Xu Chi? Sichuan.

He is the most unconventional child who should and cannot be deviant.

Let's not talk about whether the two men are reliable together, if Xu Chichuan's family finds out, it will be enough to start the third world war. With Shen Sijing's temper and skills, it is foreseeable that both sides will be injured in a bloody storm.

Lu Miao slowly sat up straight, with a serious expression as if going to a grave: "Have you thought about it?"

"Think about it."

"Okay," Lu Miao nodded, "At worst, I fell to my death. Dad will collect your body."

"roll!!"

Xu Chichuan kicked, then lowered his head again, his voice was small but clear: "Thank you, Sanshui."

"Thank you," Lu Miao rolled her eyes: "Dad didn't copy homework for nothing for so many years, but if you really want to thank, help Dad steal Lin Yue's game account."

"...I won't think about it for a while."

Lu Miaoyi: ...Little bastard!

Not long after school started, Xu Chichuan told Mu Shihai the conversation without any changes. After hearing this, the young master raised his eyebrows, patted his head, and said only one sentence.

"Why do you think I don't know how to study literature?"

After speaking, he took the water glass and went to catch the water. Where no one saw him, the corner of his mouth raised a happy arc.

Xu Chichuan was left alone to digest what he just heard, but he didn't finish digesting it after a whole day: "No, you, you, you want to learn literature?"

"Can't learn?"

"Cocoa, Cocoa, Cocoa, don't you like history and politics?"

"It has nothing to do with history and politics," Mu Shihai corrected, "I just don't like reading."

"What?" He leaned closer, and gently blew into Xu Chichuan's ear, the back of his neck turned red a little: "Don't want to study in the same class as your brother for three years?"

His eyelashes trembled, and he stared in a vain manner: "You are so annoying!"

"Huh? Do you want to?"

"Think about it!" Damn it, Xu Chichuan spurned himself, his beauty is too disappointing: "Pull the hook."

"Lagou," Mei Se launched a new round of attack, confidently: "You still don't want to kiss me?"

The moonlight is bright and clear, reflecting a clear kiss on the cheek.

As for the question of "will you be transferred out of the top class if your grades are too poor", Mu Shihai said that so much school selection fee is not for nothing.

Xu Chichuan was completely relieved, and his enthusiasm for learning was unprecedentedly high. He took the Chinese book and was the first to go to Liu Bingqing to memorize the "Ruffian Pipa" assigned by him. Qiu Ming was very envious: "You can memorize it just after learning it yesterday? Teach me how to do it."

"This—" He blinked, concealing the fact that he had already memorized during the winter vacation, pretending to be mysterious: "Because I'm smart."

Mu Shihai laughed out loud, stretched out his hand and pinched his face: "Zai Zai, you've failed in your studies."

"There's nothing there," Xu Chichuan said modestly, "It's all because of my brother's good teaching."

After learning "Pipa Xing" for three days, Mu Shihai memorized it for a week and still hasn't memorized it. Seeing Liu Bingqing give the ultimatum, Xu Chichuan was in a hurry, coaxing and lying: "Hurry up and memorize it, memorize it!" Give you a surprise."

"what?"

"You carry it first."

"That's fine," Mu Shihai said shamelessly, "Then you must kiss me if you recite the sentence."

"...Mu! Shi! Hai!" Xu Chichuan gritted his teeth, and his earlobe turned abnormally pink: "You have to show some face!!"

Facts once again proved that Young Master Mu is really either stupid, or simply doesn't like to study. With the blessing of his betrayal, he finished memorizing it in less than half an hour: "Where's the surprise?"

"Here," a small box was stuffed into his hand: "I bought it during the winter vacation."

Open the package to reveal the familiar small bottle, unscrew the nozzle, and you will be greeted with the familiar lime fragrance and the deep breath of ocean humidity.

"The last time I went camping, I saw that there was still a little bit left of the bottle I bought before," Xu Chichuan said, "I'll buy it for you after spraying it."

He clenched his fists tightly, and the glass bottle was a little bit tight: "Yeah."

"Everlasting waiting?" Wang Xu picked up the small flat glass bottle on the table, but Xu Chichuan did not expect to bring it with him: "This is it?"

Today's consultation did not make an appointment at the clinic. Wang Xu chose a coffee shop opened by a friend, which was very private. The aroma of coffee beans lingered in the room, but it couldn't cover up the refreshing lime.

"Ah."

Xu Chichuan took a sip of the coffee, it was too sweet: "Does Doctor Wang know what it means?"

"know."

Eternal waiting.

A prophecy.

"Actually, there are omens." Xu Chichuan grabbed the rim of the cup, and a small piece of his finger was burned red: "For example, the perfume I chose and the dream I had."

Blame him for not being sensitive enough.

"It's not your fault." Sensing keenly that he fell into self-criticism again, Wang Xu said softly, "We can't blame ourselves at that time from the perspective of God."

Xu Chichuan lowered his head and said in a low voice, "No."

not like this.

Before the final exam, Li Yuzhun asked them to fill out the subject form. He was looking forward to the whole summer vacation, but he didn't see anyone who should show up on the first day of school. When everyone was here, he couldn't help but ran to the office to find Li Yu Zhun asked for the roster, but the man seemed to know that he would come, and took out the shift list that had been placed on the table early in the morning, with a hint of unbearable in his tone.

"Mu Shihai went to class one."

"His subject list was changed during the summer vacation."

"By whom?" The big word "Liberal Arts" on the paper was scribbled out in black ink, and the handwriting he didn't recognize was not Mu Shihai's words: "By whom!"

The man opened his mouth and let out a sigh.

Who else would it be.

Who else could it be.

The paper was torn all over the floor, and without looking back, he rushed out of the office and went straight to Class [-]. He stood at the door and looked around for a long time. The crowd came and went. He saw Li Yibai and several other students who were assigned to Class [-]. He waited. After a long time, when the class bell rang, the teacher closed the door and started class.

But Mu Shihai was the only one who didn't wait.

It was the first time that Xu Chichuan felt the feeling of being overwhelmed by anger, and it was also the first time that he hated a person like this. Even if Mu Xingyong brought him more and more painful injuries later, he was not as painful as this time.

"He... didn't go to school?"

"No," the knuckles turning white while holding the handle of the cup: "He was locked up at home by Mu Xingyong for four days."

In fact, Mu Xingyong didn't intend to lock him up for so long, if it wasn't for Mu Shihai who punched him - the bedroom was locked, the nanny delivered one meal a day, the mobile phone was taken away, and Ye Jing didn't even come in. Door.

The only good news is that Mu Shihai didn't change the dormitory, so when he returned to the dormitory and opened the door, he saw the longing figure standing at the head of the bed, and with a snap, the keys and tears fell down at the same time.

I haven't seen him for a few days, he's darker and thinner, his already tight jaw line is sharper, his forehead still has bruises that haven't faded away, his dark eyes approached him step by step, and he pulled him into his arms with all his strength. It was so big that the bones ached and rattled.

"Don't cry."

The deep voice was filled with grievance and apology.

"Brother is back."

After hearing this, Wang Xu fell into silence.

He thought that Mu Shihai would leave the country after graduating from junior high school, but the two of them went to the same school and were still in the same class; [-]% thought that they could continue to be the same table, but it was just that people were not as good as God.Since every node that I thought I had to give up has persisted by mistake, how can I accept my fate willingly, just let it go.

The coffee is cold.

He picked up the cup and drank it down, the cold grease stuck to his mouth, and the bitterness melted from the tip of his tongue. Xu Chichuan picked up the perfume on the table and put it into his schoolbag: "Thank you for the coffee, Doctor Wang."

"I still have class, let's go first."

"Next time it will be at your clinic."

If you can be more sensitive, realize that this is the prelude to the beginning of separation.

If, if.

No if.