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In the following time, Wu Xing had a new understanding of Xiao Mo, a beautiful roommate.

For example, this person has a serious obsession with cleanliness, so whenever he touches something, he must first take out a handkerchief to wipe it.Another example is that this person loves learning very much. He took back a stack of books on the first day he went out. Except for the top few books, Wu Xing can still call out their names, and he can't even understand the titles of the last few books.

"Does this person have such a weird personality?" Wu Xing asked quietly in Xiao Mo's ear.

Xiao Mo lightly raised his eyes to look at the person on the balcony who was concentrating on reading: "It's always been like this."

Wu Xing's eyes rolled around: "Are you familiar with him?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"It's nothing, at least... what's his name?"

Xiao Mo put away the daily necessities, closed the cabinet and walked out the door: "His name is Su Qiyu, he lived in the Northwest Territory for a while, and then moved away with his grandfather."

"That's when you met? But why do you feel that the relationship is not very good?"

"It's not bad, maybe it's a bit embarrassing." Xiao Mo walked along the path behind the dormitory to the library building. Along the way, he saw a few desert thorns planted by the pond. He didn't know what to think, so he stopped and walked. Going forward: "It's incredible that thorn flowers can be grown here."

Wu Xing took a look at the flower covered in thorns that didn't look good but was a bit strange. He didn't know what Xiao Mo was looking at, and thinking that he hadn't finished his sentence just now, he said, "What's so good about this flower? Tell me about you and Su Qiyu. What does it matter?"

"So concerned about this issue?" Xiao Mo tilted his head and laughed at him: "You still care about me?"

Wu Xing wished to slap this man, can he be quicker, he is in a hurry, okay?Can't you respect the person who listens to the story?

Xiao Mo didn't tease him either, and thought for a while and said, "We had a relationship before, but we should still be friends now. We...we dated for a while."

Wu Xing took a deep breath.

"He broke up before he left. We have different ideas and positions on some issues, and we can't continue to get along." Xiao Mo said it easily, but it was like a bolt from the blue for Wu Xing.

Forward and forward. . .Ex-boyfriend? ?

Xiao Mo looked sideways at Wu Xing after he finished speaking, and saw the little black coal ball staring at his paws, as if he was fixed, Xiao Mo stretched out his finger and poked Wu Xing's belly, Wu Xing Still maintaining a stiff look in a daze.

Xiao Mo sighed helplessly: "Is it not easy to understand? It doesn't matter, you should not understand, the relationship between human beings is actually very messy, um... not too messy, anyway, not only males and females can Pairing. I'll make sure to find you a female Cub, though, huh?"

"I...I understand." Wu Xing glanced at the shallow groove on Xiao Mo's cheek when he laughed, and hastily looked away.

Xiao Mo only thought that the little black briquette agreed with him, and said along the way: "Yeah, you understand."

Wu Xing silently said something in his heart again, I understand.

At the age of 17, Wu Xing discovered his difference. He hid it, and finally exposed it to his parents at the age of 19. His sad eyes pierced Wu Xing's heart, so he was alone with his luggage without saying anything. Leaving the place where he lived for 19 years.

Most of a person's life is lonely and boring. He likes to nest in his den and hide behind the computer screen, looking at the colorful pictures as if he has also integrated into this complicated world.He admits that he has no ambitions, but he wants to find a stable life, a similar job, and someone who can accompany him through long nights.

He has met many people like him, but what he sees from these people is loneliness and despair, what they seek is comfort, comfort without warmth, this is not what Wu Xing wants, he actually does not I know what I want, but it's definitely not this kind of empty mutual warmth.

If Wu Xing followed Xiao Mo at the beginning because he was familiar with this person's name, then something is different now.

Xiao Mo twisted the stem of a desert thorn, gently sniffed the half-opened thorn stamen, and evoked a soft smile, which emanated from the bottom of his heart and could be directly touched through the eyes.At this moment, Wu Xing seemed to be facing a colorful world, but for the first time he did not look through the cold computer screen. Even if the world turned into a black and white silent film at this moment, he could point out Xiao Mo's position accurately and said Bring out the warm color on his body.

"Will others be surprised?" Wu Xing suddenly became a little nervous.

This sentence was asked without thinking, but Xiao Mo understood it.He didn't answer directly, but pointed to the desert thorns around him and asked, "Does it look good?"

Wu Xing compared the pure white jasmine next to him, the coquettish red lotus, and the dark thorny flowers all over the place, he shook his head: "It's not pretty."

"The thorns in the desert hardly need water. He only needs a little soil. Even if the soil is extremely hard, as long as there are seeds, they will surely bloom." Xiao Mo pointed to other students passing by in a hurry, "Look at them, where are you paying attention? How could such an inconspicuous and ugly flower grow on this fertile land in the southern border? Even if someone notices it casually, they will only be surprised that there is such a flower, not why it grows here. But in reality In fact, this flower is only rare in the southern border, but in the long desert of the northwest border, amidst the rolling storm, the desert thorns stretch for thousands of miles and take root in the wilderness."

Xiao Mou really looked at Wu Xing, and his gentle voice seemed to be trying to calm down the sand and dust coming from the northwest: "No one is surprised, but some people are admiring, admiring that there are still plants on the barren land that can't get out Gobi."

Wu Xing's heart seemed to be hammered desperately by a drum hammer, and the corners of his eyes were a little wet. He tilted his head and just wanted to change the subject to hide, but someone spoke a few seconds earlier than him: "Yo? You can talk!"

A man with stubble was wearing a crooked hat, his bangs were broken and stuck to his forehead, his slender eyes squinted and looked up and down at Xiao Mo, his voice was as foolish as it was flirting, and Wu Xing made up for it The next sentence: "Yo? You can talk! I don't know how to kiss with this small mouth?"

Wu Xing felt chills for a while, and guiltily shook this thought out of his head, but he still secretly glanced at Xiao Mo's lips.

The man didn't look like a student. He just climbed out of some ravine in his clothes, all covered with mud stains. He was holding a bucket in his left hand, which was full of shovels and hammers. His right hand was empty, but it was full of mud. , Fingers and nails are unsightly dirty.

Xiao Mo didn't dislike it, he bowed and said, "Hello, teacher."

The man clicked his lips, raised his chin and pointed to the flower garden: "Do you know what these things are?"

Xiao Mo lowered his eyes and smiled softly: "Students can name the flowers that the teacher said to appreciate. If it is about the spiritual grass planted under the stems, students can only recognize half of them."

The man narrowed his eyes and closed them, stepped forward and put his hands on Xiao Mo's shoulders, arms, and calves. . . .place, pinched.

There were three fingerprints on Xiao Mo's blue shirt.

Wu Xing felt that a cluster of flames had risen in his head, which tended to burn more and more vigorously.

This man is old and disrespectful!Play hooligans!

The man expressed his satisfaction after pinching, and gave all the stuff in his hand to Xiao Mo: "It just so happens that I can't catch a young man, so it's just you, freshman? Which class is it?"

"Class E, grade one." Xiao Mo replied.

"Zi." The man lifted his hat and slapped it, snorting twice: "Exactly, this is the errand of that little bastard! It doesn't matter if I run away by myself, there are still his students!"

The man took off the dirty and unrecognizable outer shirt and threw it away, and the brand pinned to the clothes was also exposed.Wu Xing glanced at it, and it read: Second-year tutor Nan Su (sixth-order mage).

Xiao Mo has a good temper. After taking the things Nan Su gave him, he really got into the flower garden: "Teacher, what should I do?"

Nan Su stroked her hair, and pulled the bangs sticking to her forehead to the back of her head with sweat. Her thick eyebrows were exposed, and the peaks of her eyebrows were very high. In response to the slightly slanted upward eyes, she was filled with evil spirits. , that is to say, the stubble still adds a bit of maturity and stability.

He said impatiently: "Dug out one by one and transplant them into the spiritual shed. They are all free-range here. The little beasts said that they would be plucked and fried by students who don't know the goods."

After hearing this, Xiao Mo didn't ask any other questions. The gown was a bit in the way, so he lifted it up and tucked it around his belt, rolled up his sleeves and started digging.

Wu Xing stood on his shoulder and looked at it for a while, feeling bored, so he flapped his wings and flew back and forth twice. After inspection, he found that the workload was not small.

The point is that Xiao Mo would definitely not be able to finish it all by himself, but the old man was free, so he found a shady place and sat cross-legged on the spot.

"Mr. Nan, what are you doing here?" A passing student asked.

Nan Su didn't even raise her eyelids: "Scroll, what are you talking about, don't you see that I'm bothering you?"

"Hey, Nan Su, is it cool here?" A teacher from the same grade passed by.

Nan Su rolled her eyes: "Didn't you see me working? Can you help me with the work of the little beast?"

"Okay, you're busy, I'm going to screw up and he won't eat me." The teacher froze.

Wu Xing couldn't help slandering, old man, what are you doing so you're so busy?My family, Xiao Mo, is here sweating for you in vain? !

A few discerning students bought a cup of herbal tea and sent them over. Nan Su took it and waved her away, but she was not bothered anymore and watched Xiao Mo's work with relish.

"Hey, kid, take it easy, those are your teacher's treasures, what are they called... what... seven-flavored grass? It seems to be such a thing, cut, what a bad name, I don't know who started it. "

Xiao Mo wiped off his sweat, observed the small plant of grass in his hand, and said in his heart: "Seven Flavor Grass, sweet in taste, cold in nature, brown in color, with jagged leaves, bitter taste when used together with Qian Canzi, can stop bleeding ; boiled with Linglong flower for sweetness, which can calm the nerves; mixed with roselle, lilywort, rosemary and appropriate amount of millipede urine is highly toxic Chuanchang powder, tasteless, one drop will kill. More importantly, , if the Qiweicao is refined into a elixir according to a certain unique formula, it can increase spiritual power."

"Boy?! Don't be dazed! Continue!" Nan Su yelled, fanning the wind: "There is still a big area over there!"

Wu Xing's teeth itched when he heard this, and he stood on a flower branch beside him and cursed at Nan Su in a low voice: "Stinky old man, you can yell, if you have the ability, you can do it yourself! Drink herbal tea too! I won't choke you to death!!"

Nan Su, who had just picked up the herbal tea, was choked by a puff of breath, which went straight to her nose, and her entire lung had to be coughed up: "Cough cough cough cough cough..."

Wu Xing was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously covered his mouth, and then he couldn't help being a villain, hehe, even God can't stand it anymore, tell you to order my Xiao Mo to work! !

Xiao Mo was close to Wu Xing, so he naturally heard what he said just now, stretched his waist and looked helplessly at Wu Xing, who was enjoying the joke, and said, "You, you underestimated the teacher."

As soon as the words fell, Nan Su pinched his waist and stood up from the ground, his eyes fixed on the little black coal ball that was blinking innocently on the branch: "Boy, you bird, borrow me to play?"

Before Wu Xing could resist, an inexplicable force tied him in front of Nan Su's face that was flushed from a violent cough.

Wu Xing blinked, tilted his head and looked at him: "Jiu Jiu Jiu?"

Nan Su's eyes flashed a trace of teasing: "Little thing, do you really think I can't hear you? What did you say about me just now? Huh?"

This "Huh?" really shook Wu Xing's body with goosebumps, and the cold wind was blowing, so he could only choose to play dumb: "Jiujiujiu?"

Stinky old man!I'm just talking nonsense, do you blame me for choking? !Wu Xing refused to accept it.

Nan Su grabbed Wu Xing's wings, lifted them up and swung them in front of his eyes twice, then suddenly touched his stubble and laughed, Wu Xing was awed by that obscenity: "Tell me, does this bird taste delicious roasted or fried?" ah?"

Wu Xing trembled all over, and he felt that this person was not joking, he almost started to cry with a crying sound: "Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, come quickly, this perverted teacher is going to eat me!!"

Xiao Mo, who was covered in mud, got out from the flowerbed, carefully placed the bucket of spirit grass in front of Nan Su, took it with both hands, and put it back on Wu Xing, who was struggling hard: "Teacher, Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji avoid."

Nan Su looked at the young man in front of him and the talking bird on his shoulder who was crying, rolling and complaining, his eyelids sank, and out of nowhere he said: "Little bastard!"

Well, a little bunny who is quite talented and quite capable.

Nan Metamorphosis Su raised the corners of his mouth as he stroked his stubble: "Very good, I still have a job, which is very suitable for you."

The author has something to say:

Wu Xing: Abnormal!

Nan Su: Who are you scolding? ?

Wu Xing: You are the one who scolded!

Nan Su: Hehe, you're dead, let's add dinner tonight!

Xiao Mo hugged Wu Xing: Teacher, Tong Yan Wuji, Tong Yan Wuji.

On the high-speed train home, typing on the mobile phone is really tiring ⊙⊙!